#1k event

[sensitive-neuvi-enthusiast]

I don’t know if this has already been done or not but could I have Dan Heng and smut prompt #4 for your special event? Female reader bc I'm unoriginal 😌

"If you try wearing that out, I'm ripping it off you."

Content: implied sexual situation, possessiveness, clothes tearing, mdni

Wc: 200+

You knew you were testing limits, wearing this dress. But it was so cute! And what better way to swoon over your boyfriend than to wear a nice revealing dress. Well, if it was any other man besides yours. He was quite…overprotective and possessive of you. Usually, he'd never tell you what to wear, on the assumption you knew what to wear. 

You were his. Why should anyone else see how absolutely radiant your body was? 

And usually, you agreed. You didn't see the need to show off what you had. Who would it even be for? Certainly not yourself. But today was different, for some unknown reason you wanted a reaction out of him. His usual calm demeanor, unless you were being threatened–you wanted to break that. So you threw on this dress before coming downstairs, where he was waiting for you. 

He didn't say anything at first, eyes scanning over you before meeting your eyes. “Take that off.” Is all he said. That was quick, but you weren't gonna let the fun end so quickly. 

“No, I'm wearing this.” You saw his hand twitch, slowly walking towards you. “Take this off, before I rip it off you.” His voice was deep, almost seething.

You could tell he was serious but…you wanted to push it a little further. So you crossed your arms, “You can't tell me what to do.” 

And it happened so quickly, how your dress was ripped from your body. Your front pressed against a wall, his large hands roaming over your ass. “What was that?” A shiver ran down your spine. It was safe to say,

You didn't go out that night.

A/n: hope you enjoy bestie♡

[kirbyskisses]

happy new year! i have had serious burnout for 50+ days because 2022 was a horrible time for me mentally (esp those last two months.)

anyway, thanks for 1k!!! here’s the birthday girl maki zenin fucking you for well over 1.5k words! (+ soft aftercare) 🎊

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI.

cw: lesbian tings, strap-ons, overstimulation, size kink, squirting, begging, maki is called “mommy” and “mistress”, crying, praise kink.

“maki, ‘t won’t fit—”

god - you sound so utterly broken, tears pricking the corner of you eyes as you watches the head of maki’s strap nudge your pussy’s entrance. it’s the thick kind - a bit bigger than the ones you’ve taken before.

her pretty lips are curved up into a delightful and utterly sadistic smile, dark green hair stuck to her face - you’d think her an angel if she wasn’t being so utterly sinful.

her scarred muscles lock you down under her - voice lilting into soft compliments that you can barely understand. your brain is effectively mush.

“t-too big ‘ki!”

“doing so good for me, baby. you can take it, can’t you? can you be a good girl for your mistress? don’t i always know what my baby can take, hm?” she’s smiling and watches you with half-lidded eyes; predator-like.

“yes, b’t…” you whimper out a cry.

“sshhh. don’t use that pretty brain to think. just let me in.”

lust and need burning into her every vein - she watches the rubbery cock slide between your core’s chubby lips, lines of slick rolling up and down as she grinds it over your clit.

fuck - a growl barely holds itself back from her throat as she takes it in - the sweetest, prettiest cunt - a tight hole made just for her to use and stretch.

you’re so good and pliant - simultaneously begging maki to let out all of her bottled rage and pain into you but m e w l i n g at the overstimulation of when she actually does - lips babbling and begging her not to out of instinct because it’s too good, and she’s so strong.

maki’d never actually do anything bad to you - she’s not her family - she’d stop the second you really wanted - the second your special word passed your lip. she knows it. you both know it.

but god does she love this little game of pretend.

-

“c’mon…” the swollen tip of the strapped toy edges ever so slightly onto your entrance and it’s enough to make a pathetic noise ascend through your throat.

“you can do it for me, princess… we can make it fit. just open up for me.”

you’re squirming and shivering; clit swollen and fingertips digging into her shoulders and back with utter desperation because you -

“can’t! maki - i can’t - ‘t buuurrnss.” it’s a disgustingly desperate sob as the head of the cock slips into your plump, sobbing lower lips. it really does burn - a stretch that is tightening knots in your stomach.

“oh baby, are you crying? and your little pussy is too..”

“n-no!” you lie, squelching pussy drooling.

“yes it is, angel. listen to how wet that it is for your mistress and you haven’t even taken the first inch…” her steady, loving voice teases and your face is flushed with an equally burning sense of embarrassment, unable to do anything but feel the aching stretch of the artificial cock as it burrows just another inch deeper.

and another. and another. and another - holy hell you’re so wet you barely feel it anymore - inching into you, little by little pushing past your glistening folds until the fat head of maki’s cock nudges against the deepest, most sensitive spot in your walls.

by the time a third of the big toy has bullied its way into you, maki’s slender hands have gone from fondling your breast to massaging your hips, gentle kisses on your face and neck as her green bangs fall forward and tickle your skin.

you look absolutely ruined and she can’t get enough of it.

“maki~”

“kiss mommy’s lips so she can sink into you nice and deep, baby.” she whispers, tone sweet and calm as if she’s not splitting you open with so much pressure against your chubby little cunt you feel she might rip you in two.

her lips slot against yours - her svelte hips lowering halfway into you as she swallows your broken moans. she takes sadistic delight in how you just can’t. stop. fucking. whining. the second her mouth pulls away.

“m-maki, wait—” “‘s so deep, maki —too gooood,” “c-can’t mistress, jus’ can’t—” “m-maki, maki—oh,”

“no- mistress, can’t- mistress!“ your marked throat chokes on a moan, trying to grab onto your pretty domme’s biceps in a wordless plea to slow down because you can’t handle it.

maki forces the rest into you like an animal, fucking down into your sopping pussy as those wet gasps and pretty sobs ring in her ears. 

finally feeling full seems to flip a switch inside you, aided and abetted by your girlfriend’s sweet praises.

“you can take it. you did it, see! you did so good taking it all for me. such a good girl. doesn’t it feel so good, sweetheart? being stretched just how you like, hmm?”

she says, soothing her hands over your stomach to reassure you that she’s still there - hazel eyes mesmerized by the subtle bulge of the outline of the cock.

“you have the most perfect stretched little pussy, angel.” thin fingers press on the little bulge and you erupt.

“momMY!” you WAIL, torn between the throbbing pain in your tummy and the pleasure that wracks your body. you want to convulse and jolt but you can’t.

“i g’tta move, mommy!”

cursed with such enhanced strength maki’s taken to fully pinning you down - body unmoving - buried completely inside your cunt. you make a noise of utter shame as the thick head kisses your g-spot, wet juices pouring around it with an audible squelch.

this always happens and maki can’t help but let out a light giggle.

even during prep you’re so overwhelmed - squirming away until whatever cock or toy or pair of fingers she has inside you pops free from your spongy walls and you're left spasming and clenching around nothing.

“you’re so cute, baby.” she punctuates the affirmation with a kiss too your pouting lips. “but mommy’s not going to let you escape this time - not after all that effort getting it inside - you know better than that.~”

legs far too restricted to kick her away and hands attached to her shoulder like claws, you just have to feel.

and you feel like you’re floating.

she rolls her hips slowly, listening to the filthy ‘shlick, shlick, shlick’ that your poor pussy makes whenever she slides in and out and the desperate shuffle of strap fabric against the skin of your hipbones. your inner thighs are trembling, skin glossy with wetness and clit standing out between his lips, flushed and neglected.

the dam inside you feels like it’s going to burst with every passing second - maki’s pace may be slow and full of praise but it is brutal inside your pussy pressing and pressing and pressing - god why can’t she stop!

“fuuuck!” “mommy, wait- m’gonna pe e-“ “please , mommy, mistresssss” “haah maki - maki lemme move!!” “don’ wanna stop but jus’- aahn!” “w-want a second - just a second or i’ll - mistress please! don’wanna pee myself!”

your folds deliciously flutter as maki watches herself slide in and out of your hole.

“just let it happen, my angel.” her thumbs goes over your poor, twitching clit and you cry out at the drag of the thick cock in combination with the stimulation of the naked bud. wetness spurts and sprays across her chiseled abdomen but your fucked-out mind doesn’t notice the mess you’ve made between your thighs until maki pulls out and something wet splashes against your stomach.

and it happens again and again and again.

-

you sob and sob, still shaking while she stands and undoes straps that tied her to the rubber extension. she sits by you, golden eyes filled with softness and adoration as she rubs your face and massages your thighs.

all signs of the mistress who was greedy for your overstimulation are completely gone. what remains is your girlfriend - ever concerned and constantly proud.

“hey. hey, look at me.” she gives a smile. “you did so good for me, babe. did i go too far? was it really too much?”

you mumble, shaking your head as you squeeze whatever clean parts of the bed you can find. she chuckles - god, it’s nice to hear her laugh at something that isn’t painful or dominant.

“can’t quite hear you with your face in the pillow like that, sweetheart.” her fingers lead your chin so you meet her gaze. there are still the remnants of fat tears down your cheeks.

“wasn’t too much… i made a big mess.” your face heats up in partial embarrassment (and also because she’s mind-boggling pretty, even scratched and sweaty).

“ i can get more bed sheets. can’t get another you, babe. you just relax.” maki smiles and pulls you into her embrace.

“it was great, baby. it’s a good mess. i’m so proud you squirted for me. you took it all so well - didn’t even need to say our word.”

“yeah?” you poke your head up more, heart fluttering because the greatest woman alive is proud of you.

“yeah. you don’t even have to speak. let’s just get you cleaned up.”

“can’t feel m’legs.”

“i know.” she lets out a light laugh and just as soon as the sound leaves her lips, you’re cradled into her arms like a bride, head hidden in her breasts. you mumble again, more audibly this time.

“did i help you feel better?”

she pauses and your name stutters out of her lips - fuck, you’re so considerate. taking all of that just so she could feel a bit of stress relief from a usually cruel, uncaring world. with practically no effort, she readjusts you so her eyes meet your teary ones.

“oh, princess. i feel better than ever. you were so amazing. next time you can use me for stress relief instead, okay?”

that stirs you into instantly heating up again as she walks both of your beautiful, naked bodies to the shower.

taglist: @blkladyelle @gojutsu @imperatorkhaleesi @nymphoheretic @sailewhoremoon @mxonigirimiya @tteokdorokimain @niggette @kweenkatsuki @sems-diarie

[charliesgoodboy]

can i req top ghost w nsfw prompt 7? hes so fine AAUSHSHGGH

2023 S. GHOST RILEY🎧

i already told her "if we gon' do it, then we gon' do it my way."

i already told her "if we gon' do it, then we gon' do it my way."

i already told her "if we gon' do it, then we gon' do it my way."

i already told her "if we gon' do it, then we gon' do it my way."

i don't even know this shi don't make sense

ion even know who the fuck's my friend

don't trust nobody(don't trust nobody)

song: . . .ılı RED EYES BLACK DRAGON CHAIN odetari

TW: shower sex, insecurities(?), male leaning reader(fem still welcome), reader is amab shower sex, yes the 1k event is still open i'm just lazy, are people even still in this fandom?, mb this took me like a month or so, maybe more, i don't remember, nor do i care, orgasm denail, ya'll have no idea how deep i had to scroll to find this i convinced, this is short because i'm gonna rush quickly through some requests

simon ghost riley who wouldn't like showering alone. sure before you, he would but it wouldn't mean he'd enjoy it. he felt weird showering by himself and he wasn't sure why he would just get a pit feeling in his stomach making him churn and end up leaving the sower earlier than intended. but you, you made him feel better or good enough to shower. he'd allow you to sit on the other aide as the two of you talked but you'd do most of the talking it didn't matter to him as long as you were there with him. you just made sense with him, made him feel like someone sometimes.

simon ghost riley who would end up letting you get in the shower with him this time, the hot water on the both of your bodies with the steam leaving the white shower curtains. his arms around your waist crossing over your stomach his head resting on your shoulder, basically saying thank you. "you alright si?" "mhm." he was tired, but he still loved the feeling of you, your own skin being a tad bit warmer than his giving him a sense of nostalgia that he couldn't describe all the well but he was into it. little too into it.

simon ghost riley whose hands would wander further between your thighs then back up, a small chuckle being heard in one of your ears giving you a embarrassing feeling. "damn it simon.." he'd shush you quietly turning you around after settling a few kisses you the back of your neck, his lips finally onto yours feeling your head tilt and your mouth open the smallest bit, the tip of your tounge touching his before the kiss was broken his hand further down starting to move up and down your shaft starting off slowly his thumb moving the silk over your tip his lips moving back down to the skin on your collar bone.

simon ghost riley who would have his length move in and out of you subtly, the water now running cold as his hand would be clasped around yours that curled onto the flat checkered surface of the shower wall. back arched, and legs slightly shaken your whines and moans echoed throughout the base, along with simons own grunts and soft groans. "fuck si..your gonna make me—" "not yet." your thighs rubbed together at his words your head leaning down. you'd make him feel good in many ways. many, many ways.

[cinnaminyoons]

!!   jungkook

[ event masterlist ] 

assassins after the same target

alone in the darkroom together

“here to finish me off?”

"i'm going to kill you, ln jungkook."

"wait, nobody told me we're married – babe—"

"don't you dare 'babe' me after ignoring all my texts and declining all my calls," you interrupt with a growl, looming over him as he shrinks back against the wall. "who the fuck do you think you are? you stole my kill."

with an awkward smile, illuminated just barely by the red light in the corner of the darkroom, jungkook says, "i don't know if you're talking about last night's call of duty round or this morning's fiasco."

"fias—" you suck in a hissed breath, pinching the bridge of your nose with the hand not trapping him in place. it needs to be there. jungkook is very good at escaping when he wants to be. "you killed my mark!"

"but you said we share everything," he mumbles cluelessly. "our jobs are the same, so i thought you'd appreciate it if i checked him off your list for you. y'know – acts of service as a love language?"

"that applies to washing the dishes or refilling my gas tank," you sigh, "not stealing your boyfriend's contracts."

he twiddles his thumbs, a tiny pout pursing his lips as he stares at your shoes. or the shadow of them, really – it's much too dark to see a whole lot. he wishes you'd let him step outside for this conversation. "i'm sorry, baby... i just wanted to help out, you know? you're always so busy and i miss you sometimes. like, i know that basically being your househusband would keep me from seeing you as often, but it's hard not to get sad when you're halfway across the world and the only thing i have of you are your clothes. i killed him so that we could spend more time together..."

you can't handle how adorably pathetic he looks, on the verge of tears. your anger dissipates with a breath. you bring him into your arms and kiss his temple, feeling his fists twist in the back of your jacket. he buries his soft, sweet face in your shoulder with a quiet sniffle.

"don't cry, doll," you murmur, stroking his soft, glossy hair. you twirl a lock between your fingers. "i'm sorry for blowing up at you earlier. i was worried that they'd trace and find you because of who that guy was. i was taking my time on purpose, and you just strolled in and popped his head like a grape."

he smiles, nosing your neck. he kisses the curve of it and pulls back with bright, sparkling eyes. "it's okay, baby. i should've asked you first. i'm a big boy – nobody is tracking me. i learnt from the best, after all."

he taps your chest and you smile softly, brushing his messy hair out of his eyes. they hold the galaxy, red dwarves and quantum foam and everything in between. you kiss his eyelids. 

“that you did, dollface. that you did."

you turn towards jungkook's chemical setup, the tubs holding rolls and enlarged prints of your life with him, placing your arm around his little waist. "how's everything going? will we be able to hang these up soon?"

"they're chugging along nicely," he replies softly, hooking his thumb into the belt loop of your crisp black trousers. you're still dressed up from the flight you took a few hours ago to return to him. "just a minute or two more – i can't remember, need to check the clock. then i can start with the fixer and the washes, and we'll be able to take a peek tomorrow and scan them up. i already have one in mind that i'd like to set my profile picture to – i hope it came out well."

"i'm sure it's gorgeous," you hum, "just like you."

he laughs, separating from you to wander closer to the bench, checking the clock. he hovers around the tubs, watching the second hand closely and extracting a roll and a print at the exact moment the hand touches the twelve. he submerges them in the next tubs along the bench. "thanks, baby. i was, um, really scared if you'd kill me. as in, honest-to-god murder me. your opening sentence didn't help, either. i planned this whole, like, dramatic scene for if you were really upset – i was gonna say, 'here to finish me off?' and turn around in a spinny chair and you'd laugh and everything would be okay again."

you chuckle, eyes crinkling, and wrap your arms around him as he transfers the final roll in the dedicated 'wash' basin. "you know me so well. i wouldn't have been able to be angry at you."

he giggles, twirling around and pecking your lips. "mmhm." he entwines his fingers with yours, and his smile sparkles like the diamonds he adores so much. "i love you, baby. i always will."

"i love you, too, kook. once i have a shower, we can do whatever you like to spend those hard-won hours together." he gasps in delight and you grin. "let's watch the first iron man. that one always makes you turn into such a cutie."

"ba-by," he whines, blushing. he's never been more relieved that the room is both dark and lit  by red – the same colour as his cheeks, he's certain. "you're so mean to me."

"sorry." you kiss his cheek. "it's my love language."

[lostmyremembrall]

6 from 📖 maybe? congratulations on 1k by the way!

📖𝐒𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓

A/N: Thank you!! I so appreciate your patience for how long it took me to write this!

You blew up your cheeks, blowing the air out from sheer boredom.

Your boyfriend stood on the other side of the table, his brows knitted in concentration as he counted the precise number of drops of billywig juice, working on an extra credit for Slughorn that he clearly did not need.

You tapped your dangling feet against the legs of the uncomfortable stool – characteristic of any potion classroom at Hogwarts. You watched the bubbles erupt through the viscous green liquid with a heavy pop. A puff of vapour had erupted from the cauldron like a volcano, clouding Tom’s glasses completely.

You giggled at the sight of his nose scrunched up, “Finally, something entertaining.”

From behind the new spectacles, Tom’s –what you assumed to be– stern eyes briefly rested on you. “You realise you don’t have to be here,” he breathed out, irritation evident in his voice.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you dismissed immediately. “We both know you’ll be far too bored and lonely without me,” you said with a wink.

The fog finally clearing from his spectacles, Tom sent another vexed stare as he raised his eyes from the cauldron. But, you did not miss the suppressed smirk that was visible in the corner of his lips, not confirming or denying your statement.

The smile slowly disappeared as his eyes bore into yours, the reflection of the green potion shimmering in and out of his eyes as it swirled underneath him. He parted his lips, ready to say something. But, at the last second, bit his lips. He shook his head, and returned his attention to the project at hand.

You watched him murmur a spell with a tap of his wand against the cauldron, calculating the possibility that what you were about to do may irritate Tom. 

But, to hell with it.

You contained your smile, and leaned over the desk towards him. You pulled him forward by his necktie, sealing his lips with yours. Tom’s furrowed brows shot up. Even with your closed eyes, you felt him tense under the sudden proximity. But, he did not pull back.

You heard him breathe a long sigh, as if he’s been holding it in this whole time. And with it, he melted.

He melted into the kiss. Melted into the scent of your perfume. Melted into you.

His lips were soft and warm, contrasting the cool touch of the glasses against your eyelids. You breathed in the familiar scent of the cologne he wore: bergamot and pine. 

You smiled as his lips began responding to you, and felt his hands make their way over to hold you. His hands wrapped around your arms snugly to support your balance. Despite the intimidating glares he regularly shot at everyone, Tom was surprisingly gentle with his touch. As if he was afraid his large hands could break you at any moment.

His hands reached up your arms, needing to hold you. Touch you. You shuddered at his gentle fingertips that brushed the strand of hair behind your right ear, tickling you. His fingers lingered on your skin, caressing your cheek and drawing lines. 

The whole air seemed to shift as the entire castle seemed to dissolve away. No exams. No extra credits.  It was just you and Tom, basking in the afternoon light in the potion’s classroom.

Completely engrossed by each other, neither of you noticed the signs. There was a sudden puff. The potion left on its own for too long, now spewed smoke in its angry command for attention. Completely engulfed by the purple smoke, the two love birds were plagued by incessant coughs for the rest of the afternoon.

[infectedbypedropascal]

THANK YOU BEAUTIFUL PPL FOR 1K 🎉💜 can’t wait to show you all more content!!

Gonna be following some of y’all back tonight to celebrate 🫶🏼

[intothegenshinworld]

1k event post || 1k event masterlist

Original ask: HERE

Note: Thank you so much for requesting Kaeya! Don’t really know if it’s hurt/comfort cause there’s no real ‘happy’ ending but no ‘bad’ one either. I guess both reader and Kaeya never get that full feeling of closure here. But I hope you still enjoy this!!

A few months before your 17th birthday your neighbour Draff had found your unconscious body near the lake of Springvale.

Your body had been in bad shape when he found you. 

You were covered with burn marks and there was a slash covering your right eye. Without wasting time Draff carefully brought your injured body to a healer, but unfortunately the damage had already been done. 

You lost your sight in your right eye and the burn scars would remain as well. 

Many people had been worried, not only for you, but your soulmate too.

When Draff found you there’d been no sign of fire or danger. The only reasonable explanation for you accident would be linked to your soulmate, the one you hadn’t met yet.

Whatever happened to you, it had happened to your soulmate first.

Were they an adventurer? Did someone attack them?

In all honesty, you’d be lying if you never blamed your soulmate for your scars. The burn marks weren’t big, if you dressed well they’d go unnoticed. But the scar across your right eye?

You tried to hide it, but when you used an eyepatch it only attracted more questions from strangers.  So you decided you were better off without one.

Springvale was a small place. Everyone knew your story and you’d only get stares from outsiders, people you wouldn’t speak to anyways.

And so,

after a few months of recovery,

you decided you could live with this.

The first Weinlesefest after your accident a knight similar to your own age approached you for help.

You take a moment to take in his appearance.

He was a tall young man with a lean build and a tanned complexion. He has navy-blue hair and it has a streak of lighter blue in it. There’s also a lock of hair longer than any others, falling over his shoulders and onto his chest.

As a knight, he wears the same armour as the others. He has a sword strapped to his waist, interestingly there’s a cryo vision hanging from the belt. What’s most noticeable about him is the black eyepatch covering his right eye.

Wait. Eyepatch?

Immediately you were drawn in, looking for more information. Could he be your soulmate?

But with his rolled up sleeves you got a good view of his arms.

No burn marks in sight.

Your hands move over to your own arms, ghosting over the area where your skin was scarred. And although he wasn’t your soulmate, he’d been the first person to treat you normally.

It’s a nice change of pace from the pitiful looks you received after your accident.

So, you helped him.

You drew the general layout of Springvale onto a piece of paper, and with his problem resolved – he thanked you before he left towards his destination with your map in his hands.

The following days his blob of navy blue hair stood out between the crowd.

You wanted to say you’d been surprised, but you somehow anticipated the knight showing up again.

But instead of asking for a map, he asked for help with navigating the boar areas near Springvale. As usual, the animals had sensed the harvest season and appeared to come closer and closer to civilisation.

As you circled the parts on his map (he finally got a good one) he introduced himself as Kaeya, a knight in training. He’d been tasked to help with the organisation of the festival, along with the general task of safety, including fighting off boars.

You teased him about his lack of knowledge of Mondstadt’s layout as a knight, but he shrugged it off.

“Aren’t you glad to be helping out a knight like me?”

You’d smile before rolling your eyes at him. “Shouldn’t it be the other way around, Kaeya? Knights are supposed to help civilians.”

You marked the areas with boars on his map and had suggested he’d take Draff, your neighbour and a popular hunter, with him.

Similar to last time, he’d thank you before scurrying off to his destination.

Only this time, right before he disappeared into the crowd, he’d yell out a promise. Next time he’d act like a proper knight and chat with you instead of asking for help.

You’d have a hard time hiding your smile for the rest of the day.

Before the Weinlesefest would end, you saw Kaeya again.

He had pushed through the crowds to say hi, and as promised, he chatted with you instead of asking for help and then running off again.

He asked you to join him for a drink.

“I don’t know… There are a lot of people here.”

The people in Springvale didn’t stare, but the masses from Mondstadt city coming to the Weinlesefest would.

“Oh? And here I assumed you were avoiding me for these past days. If you want we could always search a quiet place.”

“I’d like that.”

The whole evening you’d wait for Kaeya to ask you why you avoided the crowd.

He never did.

There’s a knock on your door. You don’t expect anyone but a nagging feeling in the back of your mind screams; Kaeya.

You abandon your previous task of folding your laundry and walk over to the door, and surely, the familiar blue haired Knight stood in front of you.

In the last few months it’d become a routine for Kaeya to show up at least once a week, but never like this.

His head hangs low, eyes evading yours. He doesn’t seem upset, but he doesn’t seem alright either.

When you ask him what’s wrong he seems to have trouble gathering the right words. He opens his mouth only to close it right after.

Without further questions you’d open the door wider, inviting him in.

That day would be the first time when Kaeya opened up to you. Perhaps because of your silent understanding for whatever he was going through.

You’d later find out that he’d been one of the Ragnvindr sons, and although he’d been adopted, you couldn’t imagine the pain he felt.

You had heard the news of Crepus Ragnvindr dying. It had been around the time where you got into your own accident, so you’d been in recovery when you first heard it.

Kaeya had told you he became the Cavalry Captain earlier that day. It should’ve been something to be proud of, he knows, but apparently his brother had been the Cavalry Captain before him.

When you’d ask about Diluc Ragnvindr, Kaeya would fall silent once again.

At first, it seemed that Kaeya took some distance from you after opening up.

You wondered if you’d pushed too much, maybe your question about his brother had been insensitive.

But alas, after a few weeks he knocked on your door once more.

In his hands had been a wine bottle, in his other he’d have chocolates.

“I thought we’d spend Valentine together.”

“Valentine?” You laugh shortly. “Are you okay with that? – Most people tend to save these days for their soulmate, whether they found them or not. You definitely seem like one of those people.”

He’d hesitate for a moment,

“You don’t have a soulmate?”

You’d joke about your soulmate ruining your life and for the first time you’d show Kaeya the scars the burn wounds left behind.

His hands would gently graze over your arms, tracing the spots you’d been carefully hiding under coats and sleeves.

For the full duration of his visit he’d talk about his new job – being the cavalry captain. And although he never apologized for the few weeks he’d been absent from your life, you understood his way of making it up to you.

Once again, his visits became a routine.

Kaeya would drop by after work. Depending on his free time to spend, it’d be a quick check-up, helping you prepare dinner, or spending the whole afternoon with you.

You’d gotten to know his favourite songs, food, colour, topics, and more.

Previously you’d felt like an outcast ever since your accident. You were unable to leave Springvale without anxiety taking over, you couldn’t do any more exploration quests, and you had started to isolate yourself without knowing you did.

Kaeya brought out the best out of you.

There was a time where you hoped he’d be your soulmate. But whoever your soulmate was, they’d be covered with the same burn marks and scars you have.

Maybe if you never had a soulmate at all you wouldn’t have these wounds.

And maybe if you didn’t have a soulmate, you’d be able to say the words ‘I love you’ to Kaeya.

He’d be the first person to take you outside of Springvale after the accident.

You’d drink a few glasses of wine before he’d walk you back home.

You now know why the staff of Angel Share seems to know him so well.

And as routine continued for a few years, the day came for Diluc Ragnvindr to return to Mondstadt again.

Kaeya showed up less often after that. He’d still send letters, saying his job was occupying him more than before, but you knew better.

He’d never told you what happened between him and his brother, but you assumed both became distant from each other after the death of their father.

You’d walk to Mondstadt alone to search for Kaeya.

Two weeks had passed since his brothers return and you hadn’t seen him since. It had been the longest time you hadn’t seen him in years.

While searching in familiar spots you walk into Angels Share, but instead of the blue haired Ragnvindr brother, you found the redheaded one.

The tavern had been busy, but you still rushed out when you made eye contact with Diluc Ragnvindr.

“I heard you met Diluc.” Kaeya smirks and you turn your head away.

“Hmm. Not exactly what happened.” You roll your eyes. “I ran away when I first made eye contact with him. I doubt that counts as ‘meeting someone’.”

You hear Kaeya chuckle and you can’t help but smile. He’s on your right side. You have to fully turn your head for him to be visible.

The both of you had decided to plop down in the grass near the lake of Springvale. His sword is somewhere next to him and his horse is tied to a tree a bit further away.

He came straight from the Favonius Headquarters after he ran into his brother. While he wouldn’t share what the redhead told him you assumed it had something to do with either their fight or your awkward introduction.

“I was worried about you.”

Kaeya sighs dramatically, easing the tension in the air. “I’m fine. Diluc can be a bit dramatic but I can handle it.”

“Are you sure?”

He hums.

Earlier that day Diluc had approached Kaeya. And as the person who’d given Kaeya the scar across his right eye, he had easily recognised the same one on your face.

Kaeya doesn’t have any burn marks. Somehow the gods decided to give him a cryo vision to save his life and to save his body from the flames Diluc casted so long ago.

But you hadn’t been as lucky.

Days – or rather years – Kaeya had wondered why he’d been the one to receive the cryo vision.

You hadn’t known him at that point, you’d been a bystander, and yet the gods decided to save him and to leave you behind.

They rejected a beautiful person like you and favoured the filthy person he was.

He initially thought you knew he was your soulmate, until you confirmed you didn’t.

You thought your soulmate had to have the exact same wounds. A scar on your right eye and burn marks covering your arms, but he didn’t. And so you never realised the person closest to you was your soulmate.

For years Kaeya had decided to enjoy your company as much as you’d let him.

He didn’t deserve you after all that had happened. How could he ever tell you the truth?

But with Diluc back in Mondstadt it’s bound to be a ticking time bomb.

Kaeya moves his head to face you. You’re both still laying in the grass. Your eyes are closed and your hair moves with the soft breeze that flows across the meadow.

Maybe he’d tell you next time.

But for now he’d enjoy these last moments of peace with the only person that can ever understand him.

His soulmate.

You.

© intothegenshinworld. Do not copy, repost, translate or take heavy inspiration from my content. Thanks for reading.

[m-ayo-o]

i t s ⋆ w r i t t e n ⋆ i n ⋆ t h e ⋆ s t a r s ⋆

a zodiac event, giving the reader a little more of the starlight !

⋆ megumi fushiguro : capricorn sfw

⋆ grimmjow jeagerjaquez : virgo x leo nsfw

⋆ kisuke urahara : virgo x capricorn nsfw

⋆ satoru gojo : leo x sagittarius suggestive/fluff

⋆ byakuya kuchiki : scorpio x aquarius fluff

⋆ satoru gojo : taurus x sagittarius suggestive/fluff

EVENT CLOSED : THANK U SO MUCH FOR PARTICIPATING !!! <3

step one: tell me about u !

-> your sign

-> pronouns

-> a little about yourself !

be sure to mention any unusual things about you that don't match your sign ^-^

and i'll try to incorporate your character (no physical traits) into the reader's perspective.

step two: choose your style !

♡ a cute love letter or something smutty ♡

(18+ requests only for the latter)

18+ what i write 18+

feel free to detail a short scenario, dynamic or kink in your request ~ i may use it

step three: pick your match !

♈︎ ARIES : ROY MUSTANG ♈︎

♋︎ CANCER : ICHIGO KUROSAKI // KENTO NANAMI ♋︎

♌︎ LEO : GRIMMJOW JAEGERJAQUEZ ♌︎

♍︎ VIRGO : RENJI ABARAI ♍︎

♏︎ SCORPIO : KENPACHI ZERAKI ♏︎

♐︎ SAGITTARIUS : SATORU GOJO ♐︎

♑︎ CAPRICORN : KISUKE URAHARA // MEGUMI + TOJI FUSHIGURO ♑︎

♒︎ AQUARIUS : SUGURU GETO // BYAKUYA KUCHIKI ♒︎

♓︎ PISCES : YUJI ITADORI ♓︎

capricorns? like, what's up?? couldn't find any taurus, gemini or libra boys i write for

are you destined to be enemies?

should you avoid him, become friends or lovers?

will your romance last, or will it be a heated affair?

⋆ ˚｡⋆ only the stars can tell ⭒˚｡⋆

send in your request to find out !

a simple example ask :

taurus + they/them + bubbly/happy personality + love letter + nanami kento ^-^

(caveat: i don't actually know anything about horoscopes or signs i'm not super into this just having fun !! and i don't mean to insult anybody who has a passion for or career in this field)

[okkalo]

kalo's 1k event ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆

𝗶 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗮 𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲 ₊˙♡﹗

words from kalo : thank you all for 1k! it was a long journey to get here and it's an honor to still have so many of you still waiting patiently even after all of my hiatuses! i love you all and i hope this event is enough to show how much i appreciate all of you ♡ ♡⸝⸝

𝗻𝗼𝘄, 𝗹𝗲𝘁'𝘀 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁'𝘀 𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀 ₊˚ෆ

part one : matchups

𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 :

𝟏. i will only do matchups for characters i write for, including hsr men! please include the fandom you want a matchup from! you can request multiple!

𝟐. these are strictly description based! the more you tell me about yourself, the more accurate your matchup will be!

𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨 : mbti, ideal date, ideal type, hobbies, comfort place

𝗽𝘀𝘀𝘁! — fun info like favorite season or holidays can also inspire kalo to write a scenario for you!

part two : song fics

𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 :

𝟏. i will only do song fics for characters i write for!

𝟐. anyone language song is alright, as long as i can look up english lyrics for it!

𝟑. edm will not be accepted! nor will funny/troll songs be accepted!

𝟒. please remember that i am strictly a sfw account!

part three : you pick!

𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 : enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, soulmates, one bed, forced proximity, pretend relationships, second chance

𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬 : after an argument, surprising lover after being long distance, playing with hair, etc!

𝐭𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 : watch my boyfriend for me, kiss marks all over face, testing different chapstick, best brother ever, etc!

𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 :

𝟏. i will only do you pick fics for characters i write for! (you might be able to convince me to do hsr men depending on the request ;))

𝟐. you can only pick either a trope or a scenario, not both!

𝟑. i am open to more trope ideas, though be sure to have one a backup one in case i don't approve the one you request!

(ó﹏ò｡) : 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩, 𝙞'𝙢 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 ! ˎˊ˗

𝗻𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀! 𝗶'𝗹𝗹 𝗴𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗰𝘀!

𝟏. i am strictly a sfw blog!

𝟐. i write for bllk, tokyorev, genshin, and heartsteel men! check here to make sure i write for a specific character!

𝟑. please keep in mind that i usually write under 1k words! this may change for part three of the event!

𝟒. i mainly write fluff but i can also write angst — specify if you care which you get!

𝟓. i am open to many things! if you want something i haven't provided, just ask!

𝟔. my ask box is ⋆.˚.𖥔˚, for all those wondering! all requests go there!

𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱? 𝗸𝗮𝗹𝗼 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗻𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶���𝗻𝘀, 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝘀𝗸!

please enjoy the event kalo has made for everyone!

have a blast ⋆♡˚!

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Can I have 😏 with Rey Skywalker?

Fluff Alphabet for Rey Skywalker! I hope you like it!

A - Activities (What do they like to do with their S/O? How do they spend their free time with them?)

Rey loves spending time with you as much as possible. When she isn't saving the galaxy, she likes to practice with you, read with you, and cuddle while watching the rain fall on whatever planet you are on.

B - Beauty (What do they admire about their S/O? What do they think is beautiful about them?)

Rey loves how strong and talented you are, how you are always there for her, and how charming and funny you are. Aside from your amazing looks, she loves your personality.

C - Comfort (How would they help their S/O when their feeling down/have a panic attack, etc.?)

Rey is quite to run to your side if she sees any sign of you not being alright. She can tell from your eyes if you are feeling anxious or stressed, and she does her best to drag you away and help you calm down by tight hugs and soothing words.

D - Dreams (How do they picture their future with their S/O?)

Rey sees a lot for her future with you. She sees the two of you growing old together, rocking on rocking chairs while the two of you looked at the stars above you.

E - Equal (Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?)

She a pretty dominant person in general, always the leader. But, with you, she tones it down a bit.

F - Fight (Would they be easy to forgive their S/O? How are they fighting?)

Rey is a very forgiving person, depending on who you are and what you've done. But, she is always super understanding and forgiving. You both hardly fight, and when you both do, only seconds later do you both make up.

G - Gratitude (How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their S/O is doing for them?)

Rey is extremely grateful to you. She is always in awe whenever you do something for her, whether that be a mundane thing or something extravagant.

H - Honesty (Do they have secrets they hide from their S/O? Or do they share everything?)

Rey only has one secret, but she'll promise to tell you later. And she does. But other than that, all her secrets are your secrets and all your secrets are hers.

I - Inspiration (Did their S/O change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?)

You did change her, for the better really. Made her more carefree in a way. And she did the same for you, making you more confident in who you are, helping you overcome your deepest problems.

J - Jealousy (Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?)

Rey does get jealous. Really jealous. But she is great at hiding it. Though, over time, you are able to see past her facade and see how jealous and envious she really is. It always make you flush and you heart beat faster whenever you see her glaring at someone who is talking to you. But rest be assured, you are quick to make it up to her with hugs and kisses.

K - Kisses (Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?)

Speaking of kisses, yes, she great. Rey is very passionate and loving towards you, especially when kissing. The first kiss was right after she got back from defeating good ol' Palps. She rushed over to you, taking you into her arms, and pressed your lips to hers. Let me tell you, you were on Cloud Nine.

L - Love Confession (How did they confess to their S/O?)

Right after that amazing first kiss, Rey confessed how much she adored you, how you made her heart swoon and that she couldn't imagine a life without you. You obviously felt the same.

M - Marriage (Do they want to get married? How did they propose? What would the marriage be like?)

The two of you do want to get married but at a later date. Rey doesn't really believe in the whole proposing and marriage, but she knows that getting married would make you happy.

N - Nicknames (What do they call their S/O?)

Rey is not huge on nicknames, but she has a few for you. (And you has lots for her). She calls you anything from 'honey' to 'baby' to 'my love.' Pretty normal nicknames here and there, but sometimes, when she wants to be cliche, she'll call you 'my stars.'

O - On Cloud Nine (What are they like when they're in love? Is it obvious to others? How do they express their feelings?)

Rey gets sappy. Staring deeply into your eyes as she tells you how much she loves you. She'd tell you how much she enjoys your presence and how she could look at you forever. It, at most times, is pretty obvious, especially to Poe and Finn. Rey is big on words, so when she can, she'll tell you how much she cares about you.

P - PDA (Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with the S/O in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss, etc. when others are watching?)

Rey is not that upfront about it. She doesn't mind who know she's dating you. If you were both walking around a base holding hands and Leia saw, Rey wouldn't mind. Rey doesn't really brag to others uch about you. At times she does, mentioning how amazing you are and such, but she's pretty shy about it. Rey's even shy about kissing in public sometimes. She'll hold your hand, kiss your knuckles from time to time, but kissing lips, that's for just the two of you to witness.

Q - Quirk (Some random ability they have that is beneficial in a relationship?)

Rey is very communicative. If something's wrong, she won't hesitate to talk to you about it. Yes, sometimes she is prone to holding in her feelings, but it's only a matter of time until she lets it all out to you.

R - Romance (How romantic are they? What would they do to make their S/O happy? Cliche or rather creative?)

Romance? That's Rey's middle name. Rey Romance Skywalker. Yep, that's her. She can be such a casanova at times, complimenting you, flirting, etc. She's do anything to make you happy. If you wanted to moon, or any planet, she'd get you one. Overall, she's a mix of both cliche and creative.

S - Support (Are they helping their S/O achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?)

Rey is super supportive. She is overwhelmingly supportive. Anything you want to do, she's be there as you cheerleader, there as your mentor, she'll support you through anything you need support with. Yes, she is a believer. A believer in your dreams.

T - Thrill (Do they need to try out new things to spice up your relationship or do they prefer certain routine?)

Who needs their relationship spiced up? Not you and Rey. With saving the universe often, there is no need for extra spice. The threat of possible death is enough.

U - Understanding (How good do they know their S/O? Are they empathetic?)

Rey is the epitome of understanding. And empathetic? If you look that word up in the dictionary, a picture of Rey would be right under it. She would understand anything you are going through. And, if in the beginning she doesn't, she'll learn to. But her not understanding is very, very rare.

V - Value (How important is the relationship to them? What is it's worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

Rey's relationship with you is very important to her. She's drop anything to be by your side for infinity. Though, when the world's in trouble, she'll have to deal with that and then come straight back to you... Fast.

W - Wild Card (A random fluff headcanon?)

Rey's a huge dancer. And she gets funky with it. She'll most likely drag you into a small dance. Practically flailing around and kicking her legs with a funny expression on her face. She does get serious though, sometimes pulling you into a sweet waltz. Sometimes Rey will join a dance battle, usually against Poe and/or Finn, and you'd cheer her on.

X - XOXO (Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?)

Oh yeah she is. Rey is super affectionate, but only when you want her to be. If you aren't into hugs or physical touch, she'll back off and give you words of love and praise. But the moment you want to cuddle, she'll basically tackle you. Smothering your face with kisses is her favorite activity.

Y - Yearning (How will they cope when they are missing their S/O?)

Rey hates being without you. She feels as if her heart was missing, leaving a dark hole in her chest. She feels as if she can't breathe without you by her side. She overall feels empty. But, one way to cope is that Rey will contact you through holograms and whatnot. The sound of your voice always brings a smile to her face.

Z - Zeal (Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind?)

Rey would do anything for you. Anything. She'd kill for you, depending on the situation. She'd go to the ends of space and time if you only asked.

[sensitive-neuvi-enthusiast]

Hi Kai ♥︎ I’m in love with all jjk fics you’ve written so here i am requesting for your 1k follower event.

Character: Choso

Smut Prompt: "I'll guide your hands."

Other: fem!reader

I’m weak for any of your choso fics so shamelessly I would pick him hehe

"I'll guide your hands."

Content: mdni, fingering, virgin!choso, roommates, overstimulation, multiple orgasms (reader)

Wc: 400+

A soft knock came to your door, “Come in!” You yelled, turning slightly in your chair so you could see who it was. A small smile on your face when you noticed it was your roommate, Choso. “Hey Cho, what's up?” You leaned forward a little, resting your chin on your palm as you waited for him to tell you why he was there. Not that he particularly needed a reason but the look on his face said he had one. 

“Um,” he shifted on his feet. His cheeks were warm, you could tell from here. What had him so worked up? 

“Could…could you teach me…how to touch a woman? S-Sexually…” 

Wow. That definitely wasn't what you had in mind. It shocked you honestly. “You've never touched a woman before? In that way?” When he shook his head no, a small frown formed on his face. You thought maybe he had just taken the women he made love to somewhere else for your sake. But, by the way it sounds, he hasn't done any of it. “S-Sorry…forget I asked-”

“No, I'll help.” You said almost instantly, getting up from the chair and going to your bed. Patting the spot next to you. “I'll help guide your hands."

“Fuck-” you swore, another orgasm slowly approaching. Your hand was covered in your own arousal, having to help Choso make you feel good. But honestly, he should have figured it out by now, you'd already cum three times. “Cho-can't..” you mewled, trying to take your hand away but he pulled it back.

“I still need your help.” 

He really didn't but your mind was too foggy to have that discussion right now. His thumb was rubbing circles against your clit; the other four were buried deep inside you. The tips of his fingers continuously brush against your g-spot. It didn't take long for that building oragsm to burst, another round of you squirting all over his fingers, yours, and the bed. He slowly slipped his fingers out, still rubbing your clit to help you through it. 

He hummed. Pulling his hand away as he pulled his gaze away from your pussy. “Thank you,” you gave him a half wave, your body felt like jelly and he didn't even fuck you. “What…made you wanna…ask me anyway? Why now?”

A small smile formed on his face. “I need to know…for the girl I want to try it on.” He glanced back down to your spent cunt. 

“Can you teach me how to fuck you with my cock next?”

A/N: Thank you for the loves, mwuah ♡

[elllisaaa]

event for 1k followers !

hii everyone !

first of all, i wanted to thank all of you for following me and supporting my writing. i've been posting on tumblr for such a short period of time but all of you are so sweet with me already and i'm so thankful for that !

sooo... to celebrate that, i wanted to do a little something. since i love music and it inspires me so much when i write, i decided to do 5 series based on songs from my favourite artists ! i already planned the songs for each groups, but i'll let you choose which one you want to see first. there will be 3 different versions for each group : one very angsty, one verry fluffy, and one very smutty (+ a little suprise if ateez happened to be chosen).

again, thank you so much for your support and love, i hope you continue to love my writing and future projects too ! reblogs are appreciated !

[charliesgoodboy]

♠︎1k event♠︎

rules: there is no minimum really but don't use everything up on one character, nothing to do with children, nothing too extreme(like killing someone during sex, but cutting and carving is ok), all positions of reader are okay(subtop, powerbottom, domtop,subbottom), if you want reader to be described keep it low(no skin color, or hair type shit ion play that), you cannot mix sfw and nsfw, sfw is mostly made for people who don't just want the kinky stuff

and yes any gender can request(as in you can be female and request male reader this does not mean you can request fem reader), men, women, non binarys, neo, i dont care, but the reader will always be male

fandoms: absolutely any fandom or character, but my main fandoms are cod, genshin, ff7, re4, ahs, one piece, honkai star rail(please i need them) and literally any pedro pascal character, not into tokyo revengers anymore but go off absolutely any fandom

★nsfw

★1. bondage(specifically blindfolds, gags, handcuffs)

★2. desk sex (2), cock warming, sir kink

★3. biting, masochism

★4. breath play

★5. breeding kink, stomach bulge, cream pie (2)

★6. praise kink

★7. shower sex, orgasm denail

★8. degration

★9. a/b/o, heat

★10. dacryphilia

★11. strip tease(most likely someone being tied up while doing so)

★12. wax play, name carving

★13. monster sex, tentacle sex

★14. somnophillia

★15. begging, wall sex

★16. hair pulling

★17. public humiliation

★18. hate fucking(or anger sex) (2)

★19. thigh riding, master kink

★20. mirror sex

★21. sounding, begging

★22. lingere kink

★23. food play

★24. uniform kink, toys

★25. window/ balcony sex

★26. dirty talk, nipple play (2)

★27. finering, spanking kink

★28. hand jobs, edging

★29. lactation, size kink

★30. power play

★31. feminization

★sfw

★1. flower/coffee shop

★2. under the rain

★3. love letters(personal favorite)

★4. slow dancing

★5. fighting and apologizing

★6. soulmate au

★7. moving in together

★8. watching sunset

★9. bathing together

★10. promise rings

★11. comfort

★12. sick partner(please specify who is sick)

★13. cuddles(someone faling asleep on the other)

★14. pregnancy/kids(a/b/o, or ftm)

★15. ticklish(specify who is ticklish)

★16. giving someone a jacket in the rain

★17. sneaking out

★18. snow day(this would be so good with cod but thats just me)

★19. tattooing(falling in love with your tattoo artist)

★20. drunk confessions

@gaybitchfx @esthxio @reallyromealone / @rome-alone @bloodyfennec @vyloy @lostsomewhereinthegarden @secretivemessenger

i always feel like im missing a tag-

[cinnaminyoons]

STAR THEORY !!

!!   jjk x m!reader

!!   wc | 6.8k

!!   tags | dilf!jk + dilf!reader (obv), non-idol au, lil age gap (jk’s 25, reader’s at least late 20s), reader lived in america for some time + reader is a chef (food comfort & domesticity i love u), reader’s children and dog are named, reader had a wife and also has a hip tattoo

[ event masterlist ]

dilf/dilf

pets are in love and so are they

“we are... incredibly close right now.”

the bedroom door bursts open.

"appa!"

it's too early for this.

"appa," she pants, little feet bouncing across the carpet until a weight begins to tug erratically at his blankets. "appa, get up, get up, there're new people!"

jungkook pulls a pillow over his head.

she puffs her cheeks out and launches herself onto his bed; she elbows him in the bony front of his leg. he groans in pain as she scrambles over his legs and grabs his pillow with both hands.

"get up, appa! i wanna go see!"

blearily, jungkook lifts his head, groping for the blinds past his bedside table. he leans uncomfortably far out into the cold of his room before he latches onto the chain and gives it a good pull.

the wooden blinds clatter up, dousing the room with pale morning light – the white bang that birthed the universe. she giggles and slides down from the bed, crawling up to the window and pressing her knuckles against the cold glass.

on the street below are a man and a little girl. another girl! she delights herself with fantasies of having a best friend – maybe they'd go play on the playground, and with their combined strength, they'll knock down the mean queen bee from the monkey bars.

they carry boxes into the neighbouring house, assisted by movers. a fridge, a mattress – they manoeuvre them through the gates leading around to the side of the house, entering through the glass sliding doors. she watches them, fascinated, as the visible kitchen begins to fill with cardboard boxes.

she cranes her neck, pressing her forehead against the glass until it stings her skin. nobody else comes through, and she knows who the hired help are because they wear bright orange shirts.

she squints at the man's left hand when he rests it against the column of the alfresco, speaking to the little girl. he's like her appa – he doesn't wear a marriage ring.

"what's so interesting?" he combs his fingers through his messy hair.

she glances over her shoulder with big brown eyes. "nobody's lived in that house for ages. d'you think they'll be nice?"

"i'm sure they are. c'mere, miri – you'll get a cold."

she skips over, lifting her arms dutifully. jungkook pulls a small pink jersey from his closet and tugs it over her head, helping her arms into the sleeves.

"where are your socks?" he asks with a groggy frown. he's always been slow to wake. "your toes will fall off."

"bam took them."

"he what?"

"bam took my socks," she says helpfully.

he sighs, rising to his feet. "okay. up we go, then."

he heaves her into his arms, settling her against his hip as he shuffles out of his bedroom and down the stairs. she's more than capable of walking on cold floors on her own – maybe it'd be a good lesson to teach about letting the dog take one's socks – but jungkook admits to himself that it's mostly for him. babies turn into children so quickly, and he finds he misses having her little warmth holding onto his shoulder.

bam meets them at the foot of the stairs, barking his good morning greeting. miri smiles and waves hello, and bam's tail wags faster as he follows them to the back door – he darts out with a bark, leaping into a run for freedom around the large yard. he shuts the door.

"right – here we are." he places her on the mat in the kitchen, in front of the sink. it protects her feet from the tiles. he feels somewhat more awake. "any requests for breakfast, miri? the fruits are still fresh – would you like some yoghurt and banana with your cereal?"

"with strawberries, too, please," she requests, watching him move towards the fruit bowl.

"how many strawberries?"

she opens her mouth. she frowns. carefully, she raises five fingers. "five."

"five? you must be hungry today," he comments, placing a banana on the chopping board next to the knife and leaning over to the fridge to fish out the tray of strawberries.  he bends over. "on three. one."

he scoops her up under his arm, holding her like rolled carpet. she hums as she chooses her strawberries, placing them on the blue chopping board. she shoves a sixth in her mouth and giggles as jungkook rolls his eyes at her with a fond smile, setting her down. "go grab your cereal, okay? i'll be done in a minute."

"okay!" her cheek leaves jungkook's palm as she whisks away to a lower cupboard, taking her pick of the different cereals in easy-pour containers.

he pushes the sleeves of his sweatshirt up to his elbows. he sets to work with the knife, chopping wedges out of the tops of the strawberries and slicing them in half. beside him, miri cautiously measures out her cereal on her own red child-sized table, tipping the container a few degrees at a time to control the flow.

a thump outside. he glances up. bam stops barking.

he sets down the knife and strides over to the door, dropping the wet handtowel on the edge of the bench. he leans out into the chilly air. "bam?"

no response. jungkook slips from his indoor slides to his outdoor ones and hurries outside, worry forming a knot in his stomach. "bam, come here!" he whistles, short and sharp.

he peeks behind the bushes, where a collection of toys have gathered as bam's treasure trove. no dog.

"shit," he mutters, eyes widening as he spots the open fence door by the side of the house. he hurries through it, grabbing the edge of the door. "bam!"

a bark by his feet. he startles ten feet into the air and a curse slips out of his mouth.

kneeling on the stone path and staring up at him is a little girl in a thick purple jacket. she looks about miri's age. bam had his head resting on her legs before they were so rudely interrupted.

he swallows another bad word and softens his voice. "hey. i don't think i've seen you around here before."

she stares up at him for a moment longer, rubbing bam's ears slowly. "me and papa came here today."

"oh! you must be our new neighbours." the moving truck is gone. he glances over the fence, before lowering himself to her level. "do you know where your papa is?"

"in there." she points at the house. she says nothing more, her eyes narrowed slightly mistrustfully.

"does he know you're here? i don't want him to be worried about you. come on – i'll bring you over."

she recoils from his offered hand, hugging bam's neck. the usually active pup seems unusually calm.

"i just want to walk you over, that's all. it's cold out here, and those pebbles can't be comfy."

she glances over him, then nods with as much dignity as she can muster and rises to her booted feet, brushing off her knees. bam stands as well, and jungkook gives him a pat.

he smiles at her, discreetly pulling his sleeves down over his sleeve tattoos. they might not make the best impression of his character. "so, you moved here today? what do you think of it?"

she shrugs, following him. "it's a lot colder. but papa says he got a good job here and can take care of me."

"really? do you know what his job is?"

"he's a chef! he makes really good food. do you like carrot cake? his carrot cake is the best. you should try some."

he smiles down at her as they approach the front door. "thank you for the offer. we'll see what happens."

he raps his knuckles against the front door firmly. he wonders if it sounds too aggressive, but there's nothing he can do about it, and there's an out-of-breath man standing in front of him. a very attractive out-of-breath man.

his eyes widen as he notices the girl beside him. "anya! what are you doing out there?"

she crosses her arms, defiant. "exploring."

"i – i told you to stay inside, didn't i? anya, neither of us knows our way around! you could've gotten lost if you hadn't—"

his eyes flicker up to jungkook's. he clears his throat and the girl shuffles over the threshold, grabbing onto his pant leg and burying her face in it. "hello. i am so sorry about my daughter – really, it feels like locks just fall apart around her. thank you so much for retrieving her. i left her in the hallway for two minutes to set up her bed, and then—"

"she escaped containment?"

the man cracks a frazzled smile. "yeah, suppose you could say that. ah—i'm ln yn. this is my daughter, anya. say hi, bub."

"hi."

"jeon jungkook," he introduces, feeling rather self-conscious about his pyjamas and socks-with-slides combination. he nods towards anya with a small smile. "how old is she?"

"five, this year." you smooth down her hair with a palm. she watches bam sniff around the perimeter of the fence. "she'll be starting school here soon and she's been really excited. she's a bit of an artist, you see, and the school's renowned for its arts program."

"oh! you mean—?" he gestures down the road. you nod. he brightens. "my kid goes there, too! she's the same age as yours, but she's more interested in trying every single extracurricular sport they offer than anything they're actually famous for. my genes at work, i guess."

you smile, leaning against the doorway. you nod at the dobermann by the succulents. "and that one's yours, too, i'm guessing?"

"oh – yeah! that's bam." he turns. "bam, come here!"

he perks up, trotting over.

"sit."

he sits.

"good boy." jungkook scratches behind his ears. "i'll keep him inside the yard, so you don't have to worry about holes in your garden or anything."

you chuckle. "thanks. so, what's to like around here? in particular, anything a five-year-old would enjoy?"

"the park's a two-minute walk that way." he points behind him. "it's not that big, but it has a swing and a slide and a rope cobweb thing. there's a fireman pole, too.” he smiles. “i know it's bad enough trying to move when you're alone, so having a kid with you must be pretty rough."

you share a laugh. the girl pouts into your leg.

he tucks his knuckles into his sleeves, trying not to show how fast his heart is beating. "i could watch her while you get settled today. i-if you want! i'd bring my daughter over and they could, uh, keep each other busy."

he knows you're wary. he can see it in your eyes and the way you pull her into your side.

good. he would be, too.

"that would be wonderful," you say eventually with a small smile. "but it's quite early – i'll be here when you're, well, ready."

he glances down at himself and bursts into embarrassed flames. "ah, r-right! yeah! sure, yeah, i'll be back in an hour. it was nice meeting you," he smiles down at her, "and you as well, anya."

"you, too," you reply, and your grin makes jungkook's heart race. he wills his blush down.

"goodbye," calls anya, watching him retreat from their door. "i like your puppy!"

bam trots at jungkook's side, tongue lolling out and collar clinking. jungkook lets him into the backyard again, this time through the side door, and latches the door shut firmly after himself. he's got no idea how it came loose the first time; it might've been the wind rattling the latch.

he shrugs to himself as he returns to his kitchen. if it happens again, he'll get a proper lock.

"appa!"

she crashes into his knees. he hums and smooths down her fringe. "hello. i'm sorry for disappearing on you like that – i got worried about bam, and then i met our neighbours."

she recoils, betrayal etched all over her face. "without me?"

"i wasn't expecting to."

"but you did! you could've come tell me!" she stomps her foot, huffing. "i hate you."

"miri..."

she ignores him, stalking off to grab her stool and dropping it firmly in front of the kitchen sink. she puts her bowl inside silently and stomps past him to play with bam outside, and jungkook doesn't bother trying to get her to change out of her pyjamas.

he sighs in his empty kitchen, thunking his head backwards on his fridge. he draws a hand down his face and his mind whirls with a thousand thoughts a second, but it only sticks firmly to one.

his neighbour. his unfortunately handsome neighbour. his unfortunately handsome neighbour with an amazing laugh and lightning-strike smile.

i'm fucked.

—

after a few days, a black labrador appears out the front of your yard, chasing a yellow rope bone that it brings back to anya. jungkook's walking bam, having just dropped miri off at school, and doesn't expect to have his arm yanked off by an overexcited pet.

"bam! what's gotten into you?" he struggles against the leash, acutely aware of the other dog on the other end of bam's attention. "calm – calm down."

bam stills, panting and alert as the black lab stares back, half-poised to drop the bone at anya's feet.

jungkook loosens the leash cutting into his hand, and it's the wrong decision. bam tears off towards the other dog.

jungkook swears as the leash slices out of his grip. he stumbles after him, dread and panic slurring together for a split second – but confusion cuts through the mess as the two dogs pause, watching each other very closely.

bam barks. the labrador glances back at the house, as if to check for permission—

and drops the toy in front of bam.

it lays down, placing its head on its paws, and gnaws at the end of the bone. every so often, it glances up at bam, blinking in that sweet puppy way.

bam lays down beside it, his flamingo-coloured leash trailing over his back. both dogs' tails wag in comfortable excitement.

"hi, miri's papa."

jungkook tears his stare off the dogs. "hey, anya. where's your dad?"

"inside."

"okay. thanks." he glances at the dogs; the toy is now in bam's jaws. "uh, are you cool with watching over him? i'll be quick."

she nods, full of purpose and determination. as he reaches for the door handle, however, she raises her voice with innocent curiosity:

"do you love papa?"

the door handle shears a layer of skin off his knuckles. he chuckles uneasily, clutching it. "what? no."

she tilts her head, playing with her laces. she did them herself this morning. "really?"

"o-of course. why would i love him? more importantly, why do you think that?"

she purses her lips as if it's obvious. "you look like you love papa."

he runs his thumb over the flap of skin. no blood, but it stings.

"you sound like you love papa."

he tilts his head. "what are you talking about?"

"you make faces and your voice gets all weird when you talk to him." she turns back to the dogs, stretching her stocking-clad legs out from her seat on the driveway. she yawns until her jaw cracks. "you're just like all the other ladies who love papa. but i don't think they like me." she glances up. "you're nicer than them."

"other ladies?" he whispers to himself with a frown. slowly, he returns to her, bobbing down to sit next to her. she stares up at him with big eyes, expectant. "anya, if i may... what happened to your mother? it's okay if you don't want to answer."

she shrugs, kicking her feet. "i don't know. i live with papa now. i like it better this way – he doesn't get angry at me like she did, and he makes better food." she rubs her nose. "they fought a lot before we moved. papa pretends like they didn't, but i know they did. i could hear them."

"yeah?" jungkook says quietly. "was that back in america?"

she nods, playing with the blades of grass. she peels them in half, drops them in a pile on the concrete, then picks another one and does the same. "mhm. they decided we'd live with papa."

"huh." he pauses and tilts his head. "wait, 'we'?"

"anya! dad's done, are you hungry?"

a girl leans out the front door. she's older, wearing braids, and her familiar eyes snap to jungkook's with abrupt alarm. she slips into the shoes by the door and hurries over, grabbing anya by the shoulder and pulling her away. "who are you?"

anya whines, wriggling out of her grip. "this is mister jungkook! he loves papa."

he stands too quickly; the older girl steps back. "no. no, i don't, anya. i'm just a friend – i live right there."

"uh-huh," says the older girl, putting anya's hand in her own. "let's go, okay? dad's waiting."

"papa made carrot cake," anya insists. "you should come!"

"you can't just invite strangers—"

"but papa knows him—"

"doesn't matter, i don't know him—"

a new voice, familiar and gentle. "girls, everything alright?"

jungkook turns with a leap of his heart. you wear jeans and a grey v-neck sweater rolled up at the sleeves to reveal the stiff cuffs of a white dress shirt. the collar pokes out over the sweater.

you're dressed like any other man on the street, some form of business casual, but jungkook's heart acts as if he's seen you naked. he'd love to. god, he'd love to. would you like him?

focus!

"good morning," he greets, dusting off his black joggers. "how goes things?"

you glance over him and he covers his bare biceps self-consciously. your lips quirk up. "hey, jungkook. things are great. i see you've met ellie."

"ellie," he repeats. he gives her a small, sheepish smile and offers a hand. "hi. i'm sorry for worrying you. maybe we can make amends?"

she glances down at his hand. her eyes flicker to you, and after receiving a certain look, she sighs and begrudgingly takes his hand, giving it a firmer-than-necessary shake. "yeah, sure. whatever."

she pulls anya into the house with her and you give her another look – this one meaning we'll talk later – before heading out to the driveway to speak with jungkook.

"i'm sorry about her," you huff. "twelve-year-olds..."

"don't worry about it. her heart's in the right place," jungkook hums, glancing up at you with a soft smile. his hands have taken much of his attention. "so, two?"

"yeah. she just arrived last night – i promise she isn't usually so grumpy." you jerk your head towards the house with a grin, hands in your pockets. "i heard them arguing about you. if you think my decision holds more weight than theirs, you're welcome to come in. i made carrot cake – my own personal recipe, tried-and-tested with the kids." you wink. "you know it's good when children willingly eat vegetables. any allergies?"

"i'd love to," he replies, his cheeks warmer than usual. "and no, i don't."

your smile widens, blindingly bright. you turn to the dogs and pat your thigh, reaching out for the labrador that trots over with an excited bounce. "you can bring bam in, too. they seem to get along – no reason to break them apart, right?"

"are you sure? bam's pretty easily excited, and he's a lot bigger than he thinks he is."

"hey." you take his hands, stopping him from picking obsessively at the cuticles. it's a bad habit he can't seem to shake. "we've had callus since he was ten weeks old. i know exactly what you're talking about, and my offer still stands."

"callus?" he asks, his brain too full of the thought of your warmth to do much else.

you roll your eyes fondly. "i hate the name, but ellie chose it and trained him to it, so it's stuck ever since. so – you coming in, or are you just gonna hold my hands for the next hour?"

"what?" he says. oh, fuck, you've loosened your grip but he hasn't. he's holding your hands. he's still holding them. he drops them. "a-ah, i'll come in!"

you laugh, and jungkook's heart squeezes tight in a red fist as he follows you to the front door. "alright, jungkook. don't tell the girls, but i'll give you a bigger piece of cake, okay? it'll be our secret."

"okay," jungkook breathes, and feels like a teenager all over again.

however, he might have forgotten to factor in the feelings of a certain five-year-old girl.

"you saw them again!"

"i know, i'm sorry," jungkook pleads, "but you were at school! hey, look, i even saved you some of yn's cake, alright? it's really good. he invited us – both of us – over to his place tomorrow. you can meet him and his daughters, and have a lunch better than i could ever make. how about it?"

miri pouts, kicking her feet on the couch. her schoolbag sits by the end of the sofa. "fine."

"oh, good," he sighs, relieved.

"but," she raises a finger, "you can't fall in love with him."

he whips around faster than light. "you, too? why am i not allowed to?"

"you're not allowed to be his wife."

"i'm a man, miri. it doesn't work like that."

"yes, it does."

"it doesn't."

"it does," she insists, "ellie said—!"

she slaps a hand over her mouth and falls backwards on the sofa.

jungkook pauses, his hands hovering over a cucumber on the chopping board. very carefully, he continues slicing long ovals out of it. he asks calmly, "have you met each other before?"

"no." she sits up, long black hair falling over her shoulders. "only to play with the dogs..."

"then you shouldn't be so upset that i did the same thing, right? does yn know you played with his daughters?"

miri, with as much gravitas as a five-year-old can muster, replies: "no."

he shakes his head with a huff of laughter, using the back of the knife to scrape the cucumber in a container. "alright. is that where you found this rumour? did they tell you?"

"appa, it's not a rumour if it's true," she argues, rising to her feet on the sofa. she leans forward against the backrest. "i've seen it with my own eyes! you talk about him like – like – not a friend! i never saw you talk about anybody else that way."

"uh-huh. and what do you know about being in love, miri? what does ellie know? she's twelve, and you've only just learnt how to tie your hair in a ponytail. very messily. no standing on the couch."

she falls back behind the edge of the backrest with a huff, vanishing from jungkook's sight. "you'd be a bad wife."

he carves the store-bought roast chicken, sawing through the thighs and shaving smaller slices off the body. he digs through the breast to stab at the herbed stuffing. a lock of hair falls loose from his low ponytail and he tosses his head to get it out of his eyes. "do i dare ask why?"

he's terribly competitive – whether it's a good or bad trait, he doesn't know. while he may never be a wife, being called bad at something – by his own blood, no less! – sets fire to something he tried to bury back in university.

"because you're mean and not funny and never wake up before twelve o'clock."

he gapes, putting down his serrated knife to scoff at the couch. "i am funny, thank you very much. why should you never eat a clock?"

"um, because it's made of metal and plastic?" miri answers.

"it's time-consuming," he snickers.

her head pops up over the backrest, pinched into a frown. "that isn't funny, appa."

"you don't appreciate my effort, miri. i'm hurt."

"you know who would, though?" her gaze intensifies. she points through the walls to the house to their left with the neat lawn. "he would. which makes it even worse, because then you'll love each other, and then i'll have to hear two bad jokes instead of one. it'll be in – in – insuff'rable. i learnt that word today, did you know?"

"it's 'insufferable', miri."

"you proved it! you're mean. anyway, ellie said she'd hate it if you and her appa got together."

out of protectiveness? or something learnt and cruel?

miri disappears behind the sofa again only to reappear beside it, moving towards the kitchen and leaning against jungkook's left leg.

"appa, it smells really good."

jungkook grabs a set of chopsticks and hooks out a chunk of meat. he crouches and offers the meat, holding a hand beneath her small chin to catch anything that doesn't make it to home base. nothing falls, and he draws away.

"here," jungkook murmurs. "can you set the table, please?"

"mhm."

she skips off with the cutlery in hand. jungkook carries the large bowl with the carcass and places it in the middle of the dining table, petting miri's hair on the way back to the kitchen.

he's always worried about how others perceive him. always. he's twenty-five with a school-aged kid and no mother in sight, and he makes fucking video games for a living – he's not even something respectable, like a doctor. at the very least, he could've been a nine-to-fiver, a suit amongst identical suits, and with that, his image would be inoffensive.

but video games? being a concept artist, an animator? for even a big triple-a kind of company, it's not a great reputation to kick off with: he draws colourful lines and makes things move. even though he earns a salary comfortable enough to keep his little family afloat, his name is one of hundreds as an optional post-credits roll, and it's not on the first page.

still, the way you beamed at his mumbled description of his job... it made things a little lighter to bear.

"come eat up, bub," he says. "maybe you'll entertain the idea of my future marriage once you realise how boring my dinners are."

—

pacific rim rumbles through the sound system. rather surprisingly, neither of the five-year-olds mind its big, scary battles. jungkook chalks up miri's fascination with the robots and monsters with a general nonchalance towards violence and gore. she watched train to busan when she was three – which was not jungkook's fault; she wasn't supposed to be awake and sitting spookily in the darkness on the stairs – and shrugged off most of the blood and guts as simply fake.

he should have been paying more attention to his surroundings than his laptop screen and the accident he'd sired in motionbuilder, he realises now, but a good consequence is that miri avoids frozen and its brethren like the plague. he doesn't think he'll be able to keep his sanity if he hears any movie three times consecutively.

ellie plays animal crossing on the switch, cross-legged between you and jungkook with her head against your shoulder. a leopard-print blanket wraps around her shoulders and pools in her lap. every time something explodes or crashes, she glances up, fixated for a moment, before returning to her village.

miri and anya are fast asleep on jungkook's thigh. another blanket, this one blue with thin pink stripes, covers them both, and jungkook's arm lays gently across their shoulders. he'd turned the volume right down for them and the two dogs cuddling in the labrador's bed, though his 5.1.4 speaker setup retains enough boom in the subwoofer to keep him immersed.

eventually, ellie's body droops, and the switch falls from her hands into her lap as her hair flops across her face. three quarters into the movie, you gently take her into your arms and tuck her into bed, and jungkook watches over the remaining two, tucking a silky lock of hair behind miri's ear. his leg is going numb and the tingling is growing uncomfortable, but he'll be damned if he wakes them.

you return. there's a pop-art picture of a sea dragon made of sushi on your shirt, and jungkook smiles at the sight. you slip your arms beneath anya's body and she shivers as the blanket slips off, curling deeper into your chest.

"today's been tiring for them all," you murmur as jungkook scoops miri up in the blanket. "they'll be knocked clear out until tomorrow."

the two will share a bed for the night, and they'd been gleefully planning their sleepover itinerary the entire day, whispering to each other about staying up past their bedtimes to chat about everything. you press a kiss to anya's forehead, brushing her hair off her cheek, and jungkook tucks miri's wrapped-up body beneath the duvet.

you shut the door with a quiet click. it feels final, as if you've signed a legal form, and when your gaze flickers over to jungkook, you find him already staring back with an unreadable expression, a mess of emotions warring over his doe-like features. it smooths over a split second after your eyes meet.

you tilt your head towards the kitchen with a smile. "still awake? i can break out some bourbon. i also have some red wine, if that's more your style."

"i'll take the wine, if it's not too much trouble," he replies softly. "i've already had a drink tonight and i have work in the morning."

"of course." with the girls asleep, you're free to do as you wish. you take his hand in your own, and his breath hitches. your thumb brushes over his jawline. "i'll steal a glass as well."

jungkook likes to pretend he has everything under control. his heart, however, is under a different jurisdiction, and you prod it with your smile and warm touch until it quivers, naked and bare.

then, you are gone. his pulse pounds hotly in his ears as he shuffles after you, almost afraid of what he might spill under the wine.

he'll only have a glass, he promises himself. nothing will come of it.

"i wanted to tell you this before, but we had company. your pyjamas are cute," you tell him as you set down his glass, holding the newly-opened wine bottle in the other hand. you gesture to his inked arms. "and those are gorgeous."

"thank you," he murmurs, taking the stem between his fingers. he rubs his thumb over the swell of the glass and tucks his feet behind the barstool's legs. "you ever looking to get something done?"

a smile tugs at your lips. "i already have."

his eyes widen behind the glass. he sets it down, trying to keep his prying gaze discreet. "really? what of?"

"it's here."

to his scandalised pleasure, you grab your shirt and the waistband of your sweatpants, pulling them apart to reveal a curved tattoo along your hipbone. his starved gaze roams the exposed skin, the sliver of stomach and the dangerously-low slant of your pants.

he burns with painful desire. it stings at the back of his eyes, and his back teeth grind down on nothing as he swallows harshly, lifting a hand casually to his face to hide it.

"'s pretty," he rasps, clearing his throat. his knuckles whiten around the wine glass. "when did you get it?"

"as soon as i was old enough. i was always a romantic, you see," you joke, letting go of your clothes. they fall back into place and he mourns the loss. at least he has a new fantasy to bookmark. "i thought it was cute, and she liked it, so i kept it."

she.

jungkook's heart tumbles to the pit of his stomach at the reminder of what he is – and what he isn't. he chugs the wine and chases the buzz of intoxication.

"you don't... really talk about before," he says quietly. "i-i mean, it's personal, why would you? we met last month—"

"it's been the best month of the last few years," you interrupt, filling his glass again. you reach up to bring down one for yourself and he leans forward, his mouth dry as he catches a slit of skin as your shirt rides up.

it's almost funny how desperate he is.

"y-yeah?"

"yeah." you set the glass on the bench, opposite jungkook. you reach for his hand and he watches with bated breath as you link your fingers lazily with his. "moving has always been a hard experience, especially with those two troublemakers to keep an eye on, and you've been amazing to me – to us – all this time. jungkook, you made it easy to fall into a routine i enjoy."

"oh." he grips your fingers. "so... her, huh? are the kids hers?"

"yep."

"were you ever married?"

"for a while."

it pops out before he can stop it. "what happened?"

"okay..." you offer him a tight smile, unlinking your fingers to fill your glass higher than it's supposed to be.

last page, the end. that part of you will not be touched again.

"i'm sorry, yn-ssi—"

"'hyung'," you interrupt. "you can call me 'hyung', jungkook. our dogs are in love – i'd like to think we're closer than those formalities."

he nods, a little uncertain. it shows in his eyes, flitting about your kitchen as if searching for the nearest door. "if you think so, hyung."

you smile, and this one is looser, easy to enjoy. "better. what about you – would you ever think of finding someone?"

he laughs breathily, briefly pressing the back of his thumb to his lower lip. "ah, well. you know how it is. i've got miri to worry about."

"and a girlfriend wouldn't adore her, too? that spells trouble."

his mouth twitches in some semblance of a smile, small and wry. "i hear that's your biggest problem. anya mentioned that you're pretty popular, but that she's a deterrent."

you sigh, rounding the bench and taking a seat near him at the dining table. you rest an arm over the back of the chair. "what can you do, right? there's nothing to be done except wait and hope that the perfect one will come along sooner or later. other friends always tell me that i don't need anyone, that i'm doing really well."

you rub the back of your neck, and jungkook follows the tendons leading down past your collar. you smile up at him, warmer than usual. "but i've always been selfish."

"it wouldn't only be a girlfriend," jungkook says suddenly. he grabs the bottle of wine and tops up his glass far more than a single standard drink. "i'm, uh, you know... kind of into everyone. but i'm loyal. if there's one thing that i am, that's it."

"would you like to go on record with that for the company's diversity initiative?"

he turns, and you grin a little dorkily back at him, a wine-touched buzz in your veins. he rolls his eyes and huffs a laugh, raising his glass. "sure, if it gets me someone nice to talk to. fuck, i can't remember the last time i just... went to a bar and didn't give a shit. let loose." he sighs. "i was terrible in university – god, it physically pains me. i've known miri since she was a baby, but sometimes i wonder if she was the only one, you know?"

you reach out and push his thigh with a chuckle. "hey, no frowning; it's bad for your skin. it's not good to dwell on possibles, jungkook. you have miri. you have me. those are certainties. agonising over what might be does nothing for anyone."

as he turns on the stool, his tongue runs over his lower lip. he grips the seat between his thighs, one knee bouncing. "but what if—"

"jungkook, the more you stress over it, the less you're present with miri. she's a sweet girl – please don't neglect her for uncertainties."

your hands cup his, reassuring and warm, as you pull your chair in. his head bobs in a small, slow nod.

"i guess you're right," he mumbles. "hey, hyung... were you always a chef?"

you laugh. "no. i had ellie when i was pretty young and i jumped from job to job for some time. i made decks for a while – carpentry. did other contract jobs. i only went to culinary school a few years ago when i had the funds for it."

"how did you know?" he asks softly. "how did you know it was all gonna be okay?"

you shrug. "i didn't. i just took it one day at a time, one week at a time, one month at a time, and eventually, i got here." you rest your chin over his knuckles and hum, gazing up at him. "don't think. just do. you'll be alright, jungkook. my door is never closed to you, even if you just want to drink all my wine and eat all my cereal."

he laughs, barely more than a soft giggle. "thanks, hyung. that... actually made me feel better, weirdly enough."

"good. i don't like seeing you upset." you squeeze his hands. "you're looking rather pink. you should slow down with the wine."

he glances at his empty glass and the nearly-empty bottle. he can't remember drinking so much. his cheeks are hot. "yeah. yeah, i probably should." he begins to rise. "sorry for—"

your arms wrap firmly around his waist as he stumbles. he blinks harshly, his horizons tilting dangerously.

"did you spike that?" he jokes half-heartedly. "shit, i'm regressing to a lightweight..."

"you drank three-quarters of the bottle in the time it takes me to have a shower. that's called being an idiot, not a lightweight."

your palm cups his cheek. it's cool and soothing against jungkook's burning skin, and it burns hotter when he realises he can feel your heartbeat through his own ribs. his traitorous hands are already placed on your sides.

"we are... incredibly close right now," he whispers.

your eyes flicker down to his lips, pink and parted. "i don’t mind."

you take the point of his chin between your thumb and forefinger, tilting his head up from his flushed downcast gaze. his hands hover over your ribs, his own cracking with the force of his heart, and he slides them over your chest to grasp the back of your neck, his thumbs stroking the slope of your jawline.

"jungkook," you murmur against his warm lips, "we should do this tomorrow. when your mind's clearer."

"tomorrow i might not do anything. i'm a coward, hyung. please... just once? so i can remember what it's like?"

he leans in again, and you don't stop him. his lips mould with yours, the sweet, dark flavour zinged with a slight bitterness. he hums softly as your arms tighten around his slender waist.

when you finally part, you're both gasping for air, and jungkook offers a giddy smile.

"man," he pants, "that's a lot more fun than i remember."

"i think you just have to find the right person to do it with." you laugh quietly and he drops his head onto your shoulder, hiding his blush.

"would you be mine?" he asks, allowing a fleck of hope to plague his voice. "would you be my boyfriend, yn-hyung?"

you brush a lock of his hair out of his eyes. "ask me again tomorrow. i want to be sure you'll remember what you've done – it'd be pretty awkward if you forgot and i came up and kissed you."

he huffs. "i'm not that drunk – look, i'm a little tipsy. maybe a bit more than tipsy. whatever the case, i'm not gonna forget this." he runs his tongue over his lower lip slowly, as if to savour something. "i'll ask again in the morning – with one condition."

you tilt your head, eyes gentle. "and what might that be?"

"a goodnight kiss. doesn't have to be on the lips, but it would be nice—"

you shut him up. he melts into it, tilting his head to deepen it, and he presses his whole body into yours, as if he can open up your skin and step inside, as close as close allows.

here is someone who understands him – here is his heart, here are his lungs, here is the flesh and bone that forms love. he loves love, and the carrot cake that love cuts for him, and the peaceful sleeping puppies resting their heads on each others' backs in love's living room.

he kisses you again, and his touch is the blinding supernova of a promise.

[lostmyremembrall]

hi! Congrats on 1K! Can you please do prompt 8? thanks!

📖𝟖: 𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤

𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝐻𝑢𝑟𝑡&𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝐽𝑜𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 1𝐾 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡!

A/N: So sorry this took a long time to get to! But I hope you enjoy!

Tom gets sick

Tom had an impeccable immune system.

You’d never seen him cough, or even give out a sniffle.

Tom was the very representation of a healthy root that managed to survive the storm called orphanage.

Or so you thought.

When his room’s door swung open after your incessant knocking, a very pale face of Tom towered over you. He was glaring at whoever dared disturb his rest, his usual intimidating demeanour further exaggerated by dark circles underneath his eyes.

 At the sight of you, his features somewhat softened, before it was immediately replaced by a mask of annoyance.

“What is it, Y/N,” he leaned against the door frame and gave out a tired sigh.

“Tom!” in pure shock, your eyes took in his full form, involuntarily searching for any signs of serious illness or injury. “What happened?” You turned your concerned eyes back up at him.

 For a moment you thought you saw the warmth return to his cheeks in the form of a blush. “I–,” he stammered, somehow lost for words.

“I’m sick,” he mumbled and turned around, stumbling back into his room.

As you followed him inside, you caught sight of a cup of tea on his desk, the steam visible against the dark green curtain. Next to it was a large textbook, bookmarked by his quill.

“Surely, you weren’t studying?”

You stared at the frail man incredulously.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he breathed out tiredly as he sat on the edge of the neatly made bed, massaging his temple which was surely aching.

“Merlin, Tom,” his exhausted eyes widened slightly at the sound of your exasperated voice. “You are supposed to be resting! Not driving yourself to more work.”

Tom avoided your chastising eyes, mumbling something about needing to catch up to the classes.

“I’m not sure where this unhealthy drive of yours comes from, Tom,” you shook your head as you opened the window for fresh air. “You’ve got to rest at some point.”

You proceeded a few more steps, bridging the gap between you two. You placed the back of your fingers against his cheeks. Stunned by the abrupt intimacy, Tom froze on the spot, simply staring up at you.

“Tom, you’re burning up,” you sighed, the genuine concern knitting your brows together.

Tom seemed to grow even hotter under your touch, if that was possible. He bit down on his lips, not daring to move or speak. You thought his cheeks had turned a bright shade of red, whether from the fever or the proximity, it was impossible to tell.

“You have to get back into bed,” you eyed Tom in a way that maybe resembled too much of your mom, though you’d never admit it.

Tom grumbled a few more words of his discontent but still climbed into bed.

“It’s how it was in the orphanage,” it was a long while before Tom parted his lips again.

Your hands stopped at the solemn voice behind you, pausing you from ringing the wet cloth in the wash basin that you were preparing for his fever.

You turned around to find him still avoiding your eyes. His shoulders hunched, he looked far smaller than usual as he played with the cover in between his fingers.

Your heart stirred at the sight of a man who was trying his hardest to contain everything. Quietly, you placed the wet cloth aside and crossed the room to sit by his bedside.

Tom was completely unresponsive to the hand that you placed on the cover, close enough to feel his heat emanating from his fingers, and if he so desired, close enough for him to reach for it.

“Care to share?”

Tom tilted his head, as if to say ‘there’s nothing to share.’  But, the few moments Tom expressed about his past, they began with a short statement, just like this time. You waited patiently, knowing he just needed the time to gather his words. Usually, with enough time, Tom always opened up.

“Sickness and death were rampant in our orphanage,” Tom began matter-of-factly. “Especially due to the lack of funding.”

“Flu, Tuberculosis, typhoid, you name it,” Tom remained impassive, but his unspoken torment was told in the crumpled cover gripped in between his fingers. “No one’s going to fix everything for you. You keep pushing or you cease to be.”

It was astounding, the kind of extreme logic that Tom had to rely on to survive. You swallowed the shock. Observing the man in front of you who seemed to share nothing in common with the Head Boy he was in public, you inched your finger closer to his. 

After much contemplation, you managed to say, “You’re not in the orphanage anymore, at least not during the school year.”

“Now you have people who genuinely,” you swallowed the word ‘love’, “care about you.”

You continued, paying careful attention to his reticence and eyes that continued to stare blankly at a wrinkle on his cover.

“And I, Abraxas, Canopus, and others sure are not going anywhere even if you fail a few classes.” You giggled at his repulsed expression that soured at the mention of it, a sense of relief washing over yourself at the sight of humanly expressions returning to him.

"You are allowed to rest, Tom," his sharp eyes flickered over to you, uncertainty still swirling in them, as if to search for confirmation in your eyes that you meant it.

“Wait just here,” you patted over his covers. “I’ll go grab some medicine,” you flashed a reassuring smile.

“And…” your eyes landed on his reddened, sniffly nose, “tissues. I’ll go get you some tissues.”

You hopped off the bed and swung your satchel on your shoulder. But, you were caught off guard by a hand that reached for you. Bewildered, you spun on your heels to find Tom staring at you.

Tom parted his lips as if to say something, but closed them again, struggling to find the words for his hand that instinctively reached after you.

“Tom?” You asked, raising your brows inquisitively.

“Stay with me,” he bit his lips, reminiscent of a stubborn child that perhaps he once was. “I prefer you over any medicine in this world.”

In the afternoon lighting that cast a golden glow on his pale features, you saw blush creep up to his cheeks. Words were unnecessary. You only smiled softly, and wrapped a hand over his.

[unluckilyimnot]

1k event list ꣑୧ I Prompt list | TR M.list

↺ 7 "I thought maybe we will kiss tonight" + 10 "i wanns be closer to you than that"- sanzu

↺ 26 "you can lean on me now" - Ran

↺ 10 "I wanna be closer to you than that" - Mikey

↺ 1 "But it's you, you're the one that I want" + 30 "Find another one cause they belong to me" - Mikey, Ran

↺ 4 "Don't mess with me, I'm a big boy now and I'm very scary" - Hanma

↺ 1 "But it's you, you're the one that I want" + 24 "please don't say you love me" - Wakasa

↺ 20 “You’ll always be my favorite” - Rindou

↺ 32 "I want you to know that I'm never leaving" - Ran

↺ 2 "It's bad enough we get along so well" - Mikey, Kokonoi

↺ 27 "You can lean on me now" + 32 "I want you to know that I'm never leaving" - young!Wakasa

↺ 23 "I will make you believe you are lovely" - Kakucho

↺ 31 "Are you lonely ?" + 26 "From now, I'll protect you" - Wakasa, Shinichiro

↺ 31 “I want you to know that I’m never leaving” - Mikey

↺ 28."I wish that I knew what make you think I'm so special" + 23."I will make you believe you are lovely" - Rindou