#cause I’m so attached to them that I make all these aus even if some would make great separate stories

[writerfae]

The Avatar is master of the elements, I am master of the AUs

[onlymingyus]

Birds of a Feather

pairing; joshua hong x f reader

genre; smut (minors dni), fluff, crack

summary; You and Shua work together on a petition to get rid of the bird kid and then you fall in love.

warnings; university au, alcohol, drug use (marijuana), food/drink, betting, bad jokes, borrowed memes, simp!joshua, jealousy/possessive nature, irresponsible use of a hot tub and a friend’s personal space, slight dom!joshua, mild dom/sub dynamics, pet names, sex health/birth control talk, unprotected sex, breast play, pinning/man handling, dirty talk, oral (m & f receiving/giving), 69, scratching, crying, size kink implied, exhibition kink implied – as always I’m sure there is something I’ve left out.

w/c; 14.3k and some change

a/n; first of all thank you so so much to my dear @onlyhuis for proofreading this and thank you for literally being the reason it exists. this is based on a true story – names have been changed for privacy and it’s not completely true but bird kid should find a new place to live. thank you to @wonwussy for helping me come up with an amazing title, also without june, @highvern, @shuadotcom, and @horanghater just know this fic would have sucked majorly. thank you so much for helping me figure out my shit and adding so much to this.

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Joshua rubs the sleep out of his eyes as he leans his forearm against his door, looking down at the cute girl standing in his dorm room. You were holding a clipboard and had a look somewhere between serious and annoyed on your face.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you up.”

You hadn’t had the chance to meet every single resident in your hall but today you were making some very interesting discoveries. For example, apparently Eros lived just five doors down and he slept in late. Clearing your throat, you look down at your clipboard in an attempt to hide how shy his gaze is making you feel.

“I’m Y/N; would you sign my petition to evict the bird kid? I know that sounds harsh but just to get him to, like, get his own place off campus with his bird.”

His lips pulling up into a small grin, Joshua watches you start to ramble about your cause as you tap your pen against the paper attached to the clipboard. It seems you have several signatures so far. He had heard about this bird kid and he had also heard the bird in question several times.

“Sure, I’ll sign it. Anything to get him to stop letting the damn thing use the water fountain as a bird bath.”

Joshua watches as your eyes lift towards him again as he agrees with you. With the clipboard securely in his hands, you scoff in agreement, lifting your hands to express how important your argument was.

“Right?! It’s gross. I drink out of that fountain. I mean, I used to...“

Nodding, Joshua signs his name and offers you back the clipboard before resting his shoulder on his door frame. You watch his smile pull to one side before he furrows his brows and gestures over his shoulder.

“My roommate is still passed the fuck out but I’m sure he will sign too. Swing back by later and catch him when he’s actually breathing.”

Pulling the clipboard to your chest, you press your lips together, trying to keep your eyes on the man’s face even as you feel them being drawn to where his t-shirt was straining around his bicep. Clearing your throat, you lean back a bit and glance down at his name, whispering it to yourself before nodding and daring to look back up to find Joshua still watching you.

“Okay… I’ll do that, Joshua.”

Turning towards the next door, you pull your eyes from his handsome face even as Joshua leans out of his doorway to watch you, lifting his hand to wave.

“Good luck with your petition, Y/N. See you later.”

Groaning into his drool soaked pillow, Lee Chan forces himself to turn over and look towards his roommate, who was standing in the doorframe watching the hallway. He liked Joshua; if anything, the man was more like a brother than a roommate at this point but he was talking far too loudly for a Saturday morning.

“That has to be a girl if you are acting like a simp this early.”

Rolling his eyes, Joshua shuts the door behind him, turning towards the younger man and shooting him a look before reaching for one of the bottles of water and tossing it towards him. Despite usually having great eye to hand coordination, Chan hisses in pain when the bottle manages to meet his chest instead of in his hands.

“And? Your point? Drink your water; I’m sure you have one hell of a headache.”

Chan wasn’t going to argue with Joshua on that point. He did have a headache that could rival all other headaches. He couldn’t remember much of the night after their friend Seungcheol had shown him where the punch bowl was and challenged him to a “drink off.”

Reaching for the pain medicine on his nightstand, Chan groans, trying to open the bottle as Joshua watches, only to sigh and take it from his hands, doing it for him. Muttering a thanks, Chan takes the bottle back, leaning back onto his bed to take the medicine, looking up at the ceiling.

“Who was the girl?”

Pursing his lips, Joshua falls back on his bed, trying to hide the small smile on his lips, thinking about the short interaction with you and how cute you had been. It wasn’t like anything had even happened or that there would be anything that would come from it but it was nice meeting a new neighbor so to speak.

“Uh, she said her name was Y/N. She’ll be back around later. Told her you’d sign her petition.”

Chan’s brows furrow at Joshua’s words as he lifts his hand to wipe at his mouth, water starting to run down towards his chin.

“What? Why would I do that?”

“Because it’s not that big of a deal and you’ll agree with it. It’s about that dude who has a bird. Something about getting him to move off campus with it.”

Making a face at the mention of the bird, Chan feels his headache behind his eyes, even thinking about the squawking that could be heard late at night and early in the mornings.

“You’re right. I’ll fucking sign it. I’ll forge names. I’ll help the son of a bitch move.”

Taking back your clipboard once more, you smile at the girl who doesn’t seem to know when to stop talking. You were happy she agreed with your cause but you didn’t need to know every other complaint she had filed over the past month with Seungkwan, the RA.

“Totally, I get it.” Gesturing with your thumb over your shoulder, you offer her one last tired smile, “I’m gonna head back the other way, I have a couple of places I need to get on the way back to my room.”

“Yeah, sure. Oh, Y/N! When you talk to Seungkwan, you know when you file the petition... mention the water pressure again.”

Groaning under your breath, you just give her a thumbs up, hearing her yell bye at your back as you scurry off in the opposite direction. The more distance you put between her and you, the air feels lighter until you look back at your clipboard and read Joshua’s name, seeing your little star next to his name.

You weren’t sure why this man was making you so nervous – besides his good looks – but as you stood in front of his room, reading over the whiteboard attached to it, you blew out a breath. The messages on their board were cute, some funny, but for the most part, you could tell they were from friends.

I fuckin won last night you owe me dinner - Cheol

rescheduled studio for tuesday - jihoon (don’t call me and bitch)

Lifting your hand, you knock on the door next to a worn sticker of a tiger that someone had tried to peel off but failed at doing so. You swallow hard, running your thumbnail along the pad of your index finger as you wait, beginning to think that he or his roommate were out until you hear hushed voices and the sound of a thump like something hitting the floor.

Joshua throws one last look at Chan, who rubs the back of his head from the floor next to this bed, muttering an ow, before the younger man pushes himself back to his feet. He hadn’t said anything he thought was all that bad, just that Joshua looked like an excited puppy hearing a knock at the door. He hadn’t been wrong; Joshua had jumped up and started towards the door, only to stop looking panicked and check his hair in the mirror on the back of the door before Chan had spoken up.

Opening the door, Joshua takes a breath before licking his lips and smiling at you as if nothing had happened at all. Your eyes move past him to the other man, who grumbles, rubbing his ass as he finally gets back on his feet and looks towards the door to meet your eyes for the first time.

“Hey, is this a bad time? I can come back tomorrow or something.”

Stepping back and to the side, Joshua shakes his head as Chan’s eyes widen, finally getting a good look at you. It was starting to make sense—Joshua's reaction to you. If he had seen you first, he might be in the same predicament, but there was a bro code, and he was a good friend.

“Not at all, right, Chan?”

Hearing his name, Chan moves forward and gestures to you inside the room, quickly moving one of his shirts off the desk chair so you could take it if you wanted it.

“Nope, all good with me. Shua said you’d be back, about the bird dude, right?”

Slowly walking into the room, you look around before looking down at the chair that had been cleaned off for you. It hadn’t been your plan to come in and sit down but you weren’t going to say no when your feet were aching after walking up and down the hall for hours.

“Uh, yeah, thanks.”

Joshua watches you move to the seat, his eyes never leaving yours even as you close yours for a moment to relish in the feeling of the pressure being taken off your back and legs as you sit down. His eyes finally move to the clipboard in your lap as he moves forward, causing you to open your eyes to look up at him.

“Looks like you did well today. Can I see it?”

Humming out a response, you lift the clipboard towards Joshua, letting him take it from you along with your pen so he can turn back towards Chan, offering it to him. With the petition out of the way and Chan occupied with something else, Joshua grins, turning his attention back to you. His eyes move over your face and down the length of your body quickly as he tries not to make it entirely obvious.

“I tried; it was tiring. I’ll try to hit the other floors over the next couple days before I take it to Seungkwan.”

Nodding, Joshua purses his lips, gesturing his hands out towards you, causing you to look up at him as he does.

“We are pretty good friends with Seungkwan. Might save you a little time. I’m not saying to cheat the system but I can tell you are exhausted. I could also help you, you know, with the other floors.. Have some friends who live in those dorms.”

You weren’t sure why Joshua was willing to help you but you weren’t feeling like turning him down, even as Chan scoffed into a laugh while finishing filling out the petition. Glancing over his shoulder, Joshua turns only to jerk the clipboard from the other man’s hands, letting the two share a quick look before he smiles at you again, offering it to you much kinder.

“What do you think?”

Biting at your bottom lip, you glance towards Chan, watching him turn away from what was happening in front of him. Tapping your fingers on the clipboard in your lap, you smile and look away, feeling suddenly shy under Joshua’s gaze once again. His playful laugh is the only thing you can hear over the blood rushing to your head as your cheeks and ears go warm.

“Yeah, that’d be great. I can give you my number so we can coordinate where to meet and stuff.”

Rolling his eyes, Chan groans at the puppy love display in the same room as him. Sliding past Joshua, the younger man mutters a bye to you as you watch him slip out the door, leaving you alone with Joshua, whose smile just grows.

“Awesome, yeah. Don’t worry about Chan. He’s dramatic.”

Eyes still following Joshua, you watch him pick up his phone from his nightstand, returning to offer it to you. You can only shake your head, a small laugh slipping from your lips as you tap on his phone icon and add a contact for yourself after making a mental note of his artsy blue wallpaper on his phone.

“He’s okay. I mean… I don’t know what he was being dramatic about but I’ll get out of his hair so he can come back and chill.” Smiling up at Joshua, you offer him back his phone and say, “I like your wallpaper, it’s pretty.”

You’re pretty, is the first thing Joshua thinks of but he just smiles back at you, taking his phone and biting at his bottom lip.

“Thanks. Uh, he’s fine, really. Don’t have to worry about him, he’s a big boy. Just not used to seeing pretty girls in his dorm room, especially ones he’s not allowed to flirt with.”

You had started to take a breath so when Joshua speaks and says that you swallowed the breath, it gets stuck in your throat. Leaning forward, you cough, lifting your hand when he steps forward, asking if you are okay. Furrowing his brows, Joshua moves to take out a water bottle, opening the lid before squatting down in front of the chair and offering it to you.

“You sure you’re okay?”

Nodding, you take the water, taking a sip as Joshua watches you carefully. You were fine but you felt like an idiot. Your face was on fire from the coughing fit and embarrassment. How were you going to explain that you had just choked on air?

“No rush…  Take it easy. Another sip of the water.”

Lifting his hand, Joshua pushes your hair back, getting a good look at you and checking to make sure you were actually going to be okay. He could tell you were flustered and obviously embarrassed but there was nothing, in his opinion, that you needed to be embarrassed about.

“I’m alright. It’s stupid… I just tried to take a breath and it didn’t go well for me.”

You watch as Joshua smiles at you, his eyes kind and understanding despite the awkward situation. Dropping his hand to his knee, Joshua bites at his bottom lip once again as he tilts his head, studying you before nodding.

“Been there before. Feeling a bit better?”

Sitting back, you nod, taking another sip of the water as Joshua offers you the lid, letting you put it back on the bottle.

“Yeah, I’m good now. Fuck…I’m really great at first impressions.”

Standing up to let you do the same, Joshua takes in a sharp breath, watching you move towards his door. He knew he had just met you but he already didn’t want to let you go. He wanted to get to know you more and he wasn’t sure if just helping you with the petition was going to be enough.

“I, for one, am thoroughly impressed. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Turning back to Joshua, you smile, letting him pull the door open, leaning his shoulder against it much like he had earlier in the day. You were staring at him again, letting your eyes move from his face, studying his lips, and moving down to his chest and over to his arms.

“Yeah, uh… I’ll text you in the morning. Have a good night, Joshua.”

Leaning his head back against the door, Joshua grins to himself, having known you were checking him out just as much as he had been doing the same to you. Maybe he had a shot at this.

“You too, Y/N.”

Y/N: I know it’s early but I was hoping to get started on the petition in about 30 mins on the second floor. You still wanna help?

The ding of his cellphone caused Joshua to groan before he reached out for the device, smacking at the nightstand a few times before actually grabbing it. Normally he would have ignored the message but today he remembered that he had texted you last night, making sure you had his number.

Cracking an eye open to look at his screen, Joshua winces at the brightness, blinking a few times before he is able to read the message and look at the time. It was 9 a.m., and he had gone to bed around 3 a.m. Of course you didn’t know that but he also wasn’t going to tell you no.

Joshua: Absolutely. Can we get coffee? 🙏

The message makes you smile as you sit on your bed, your stuff in a semicircle around you as you try to get ready for the day. Usually you weren’t too concerned with how much you dressed up around campus, especially on the weekends during the day, but today was different. You were going to be hanging out with Joshua Hong.

After your less than ideal first meeting with him, you decided to do some sleuthing to find out more about him, so now not only do you have his last name, but you also know his major, music, and that he has released a few songs on SoundCloud. You had even looked through his Instagram and swooned over many of his pictures, being overly careful not to like any pictures so he wouldn’t know you had been looking.

Y/N: Ofc my treat 😉

Still laying in bed, Joshua smiles at your message and the emoji. Were you flirting with him? A man could dream, couldn’t he?

Joshua: We will see who gets their card out faster.

Joshua had done his own investigation of you the night before but there had been less social media and more word of mouth as he sat in his friend Vernon’s dorm watching a few get more drunk than necessary. Lucky for him, Jeonghan had been at the little get together and he seemed to know everyone or at least something about everyone.

“Y/N Y/L/N, she’s a lit major. Really fucking cute, but you probably know that.”

That he did know, but if you were a literature major, that meant you were smarter than him.

“As far as I know, she’s available. Check her Instagram but... I’m pretty sure.”

Now, walking towards your dorm, Joshua was doing just that—scanning through your most recent pictures. Most were just selfies that he was having a hard time not liking, but a few had friends leaning against you, smiles on both of your faces. What he didn’t see was anyone who seemed like a romantic interest.

Tilting your head, you watch as Joshua looks down at his phone as he walks the few doors towards yours as you wait, your bag slung over your shoulder. He seemed distracted and it wasn’t until you felt your phone vibrate in your hand and looked to see that shuahong95 liked your photo that it made sense.

Pressing your lips together, you feel the warmth spread over your cheeks as Joshua’s eyes widen slightly and he hisses under his breath before looking up to see you looking down at your phone. You had already seen the notification. Fuck it, he thinks to himself, shaking his head. Joshua presses follow on your profile and slips his phone into his jacket pocket as he finally reaches your door.

The second notification pops up that shuahong95 has followed your Instagram, and you swallow hard, looking up as you see his shoes standing in front of you. A bit of a deer caught in the headlights looks plastered on your face; you can only offer him a small smile as he leans his head against the wall next to your door and smiles back at you.

“It was a cute picture. Couldn’t help it.”

Shaking your head, you laugh quietly—a bit manically, as if you were trying to figure out what reality was anymore—slipping your phone into your pocket. Joshua just watches you gauge your reaction, finding it even more adorable as the seconds tick by.

“I–yeah? Thanks…you’re really...”

You didn’t know what you were saying but it didn’t seem to matter to Joshua, as he grins at you for just letting it happen. When you sigh, letting the words die on your lips, Joshua laughs, reaching up to tap his finger on the tip of your nose, causing your cheeks to burn hotter than you thought they could.

“Adorable. Coffee?”

Right, coffee. You had said you would treat him to some before you got started with today’s work. Reaching up to touch your nose where Joshua’s finger had just been, you smile and look away to help calm yourself before clearing your throat and gesturing towards the exit.

“Sure, I’m surprised you were awake when I messaged. You seemed like a late sleeper yesterday, both you and Chan? Is that his name?”

Nodding, Joshua walks beside you, his eyes moving between you and where he is headed. You were exceptionally pretty today. It wasn’t just the fact that you had clearly put work into looking the way you did but that you were smiling and you were almost glowing in the morning light.

“Mmhm, Lee Chan. He’s been my roomie for a year. He’s a good kid.” Smirking, Joshua lifts his hand to rub at the back of his neck as he continues speaking, “Yeah, weekends we tend to party a bit so I usually sleep in a bit more than I would during the week but for you, I'll roll out of bed.”

He was very obviously flirting with you. You weren’t an idiot but what you were was flustered and smiling like an idiot. Turning your face toward Joshua, you press your lips together and nod as he opens the door, letting you go out first into the crisp morning air.

“Seems like you are enjoying university life a bit more than I am, Joshua Hong.”

You dare to look back up at the man as he smiles at you for staying by your side as the two of you make your way towards the local coffee shop located on campus. Clearing your throat, you furrow your brows and lift your finger to scratch at the scrunched up skin as you start to ask the question that has been plaguing you since the night before.

“Um, so yesterday you said something about Chan and it made me curious as to what you meant.”

Tilting his head, Joshua purses his lips, trying to remember what he had said about his roommate before you continue making his cheeks warm up this time.

“Something about how he’s not allowed to flirt with me? What did that mean? Does he have a girlfriend or something… or is there another reason?”

There were two thoughts running through Joshua’s mind the moment you finished your question. One, did you like Chan? Surely not…  You had spoken like five words to the kid and you had been flirting with him all morning. Two, how was he going to do this without just saying it? Fuck it.

“I don’t think he’s dating anyone. I don’t keep up with it, honestly. The last party, he was trashed and hanging out with some pretty freshmen but that’s not why I said it.”

Stopping in front of the stop, Joshua squints a bit from the bright sunlight, making you smile as he tries to think of the right words before he finally continues.

“I said it because he knows that I’m interested in you. There’s a code after all.”

You had half expected it but at the same time, there was no way you could have been prepared for someone like Joshua Hong to tell you that he was interested in you. Granted, you didn’t know each other all that well but you had eyes and desires. Pressing your lips together, you muffle a small happy sound, just nodding and looking down at the sidewalk as Joshua grins, reaching out to tilt your chin back up towards him.

Joshua watches your lips part slightly as your eyes meet his once again. You can’t help but lean into his touch as his thumb glides across your jaw for a few seconds before he finally lets go of your face and takes a breath. You had that deer caught in headlights look on your face again but Joshua was just enamored by you.

“After you.”

Your eyes finally move from the spot where Joshua had been standing when you feel the warmth from inside the shop and smell the coffee wafting towards your nose when he opens the door. Willing your feet to move, you whisper a small thank you to him as you slide by him and into the shop, glancing around it, seeing only a few of the tables occupied by students with headphones covering their ears as they stare at laptops.

Lifting his hand, Joshua places it against the small of your back as he quickly waves the other at the barista, who grins at him tiredly. You had seen the man several times when you had visited the shop but never really introduced yourself to him. Glancing at his name tag, you make a mental note of Vernon as Joshua and him share a quick secret friend handshake, making your head spin. You weren’t aware that people still did that.

“What’s up, man? The fuck you awake for?”

Vernon speaks before glancing to Joshua’s side and at you before he makes a sound like an oh and grins at his friend like he knows some sort of secret. Did all of his friends know he was interested in you?

“Going to help Y/N with her petition. Which, by the way, while we are here, do you mind signing it? It’s the one I told you about, the bird kid.”

Nodding, Vernon moves behind the counter, already starting on a drink, which you assume to be Joshua’s as the man asks him the question. You just watch mesmerized as the steam plums in front of his face and Vernon just leans back and smiles.

“Hell yeah. Always down to support a worthy cause. Really awesome for you to do something like that Y/N.” Taking a breath, the barista furrows his brows, snapping the equipment into place before he grins at you. “Hey, I’m Vernon Chwe, by the way. I’ve seen you around but we’ve never really talked before. You know what you want to drink?”

Joshua watches you smile at his friend. It was a kind smile and something that he was really starting to like about you—just how kind you seemed to genuinely be. The petition was funny on the surface but underneath it, you were legitimately trying to make a difference in the comfort level of those around you.

“It’s really nice to meet you, Vernon. Thank you for that, seriously.” Glancing behind him, you look over the drinks before pursing your lips and finally nodding, “Can I get an iced mocha?”

The man gives you a thumbs up, letting you turn back to Joshua, whom you find already looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky. You can’t help but laugh a bit, shyly glancing away from him and behind you just to make sure he was actually looking at you.

Joshua laughs, reaching forward to take your arms and pulling you back towards him as you look for someone else. There was no one else. There was only you right now and you were so damn cute, he was starting to lose his mind.

“Who are you looking for, pretty girl?”

The heat rises along your neck and across your cheeks at Joshua’s words as your laugh gets caught behind your lips. You hadn’t expected that either. Shaking your head, you whine a bit and finally sigh, meeting Joshua’s eyes as his fingers gently run along your forearms.

“Just who you might be looking at like that but...”

“You. I’m looking at you, silly.”

Vernon rolls his eyes and grins while watching his friend flirt with you. He had seen Joshua flirt with girls before but never like this and out in the open. It had been at parties with the intent of having a quick hookup. This seemed like something different.

Sliding the drinks across the counter, Vernon clears his throat, managing to get your attention first. You smile at him and step away from Joshua to take out your wallet as Joshua shakes his head and reaches over you to tap his phone against the card reader, hearing the beep.

“Told you we’d see who was faster.”

Joshua watches as you talk to each person you meet as if you’d known them for most of your life. With your clipboard in your hands, you extend it towards the boy as he nods along with your words, agreeing with everything you had to say before taking your pen to sign his name. You were good at this—talking to people and standing up for something.

Smiling at the boy, you wave at him before he glances at Joshua quickly to just keep it friendly with you, wondering if the person following so closely behind you was your boyfriend or not. Though you were beginning to wonder if that was something he was trying to shoot for or not, he had been standing closer and closer to you. His hand rested on the small of your back as he held on to your half finished drink, letting you talk to people about your petition.

“Awesome, so just like... Seven more doors this way and this floor is done. Are you sure you aren’t getting bored?”

Offering you your drink by just putting it up to your lips, Joshua watches you laugh and lean in to take the straw into your mouth so you can take a sip as he shakes his head. This was the opposite of boring to him. Yeah, the task wasn’t the most interesting thing in the world but the company was perfect.

“I’m great and I know at least three of the guys who live in dorms up ahead so I will actually be helpful today.”

Shaking your head, you lick your lips, drawing Joshua’s attention to them as he furrows his brows, finding himself wanting to kiss them. Joshua knew that was too fast. He knew it would probably freak you out, but, dammit, you were driving him crazy.

“You’ve been so helpful all day; are you kidding? You’ve made this fly by. Yesterday, I felt like I was doing this for like 30 hours straight. This is actually enjoyable with you hanging out with me.”

So you liked hanging out with him too. He was for sure letting that go straight to his head. You watch as Joshua’s pretty lips pull up into a smile and his cheeks get fuller, causing his eyes to almost close and make perfect half circles. You were starting to love that smile. It was a real smile and it made butterflies flutter around in your stomach like they were at a rave.

“It’s my pleasure, seriously. I’d like to hang out with you more… You know, not just doing this stuff. Maybe dinner? Movie? My friend’s are actually having a party next Friday. If you aren’t, ya know, doing something else.”

Joshua Hong was asking you out. Fuck, the butterflies were flying up to your throat and you were feeling a bit queasy with how excited you were. Grinning, you almost skip in place before starting down the hall towards the next door, causing Joshua to laugh and move to catch up with you.

“Y/N…What do you say? You wanna go with me? Maybe... see where this goes?”

Feeling his free hand on your bicep, you look back at Joshua, biting at your lip as you just nod before meeting his eyes. You almost didn’t trust yourself to say anything but the look on his face made you feel like you were melting. You hadn’t had anyone look at you like that before. You knew it was university and that people were meant to fall in and out of love but you could see yourself falling for Joshua hard and quick.

“Yeah, I'd like that.”

Sliding his hand along your arm, Joshua moves his fingers to your wrist, letting his fingers loosely wrap around it. He nods and takes in a breath, fighting the urge to either move his hand down to yours to take it into his or to lean in the few inches it would take him to claim your lips for a first kiss. Not like this. Not while you were standing in a dingy hallway while other students pushed past you, both trying to get to one of their only working showers.

Letting go of your arm, Joshua smiles and gestures forward, letting you take the lead once again until you reach the first door and he reaches past you to knock on it hard in a pattern that makes your head tilt. This had to be one of his friend’s dorms. One look at the whiteboard in front of you confirmed it as you read a message from Chan stating that “Choi Seungcheol is a huge dick” only for “is a” to be marked out and “has a” to be written under it in someone else's writing.

When the door in front of you opens, you instantly avert your eyes from the shirtless man in front of you, who curses and darts off to the side, muttering Joshua’s name under his breath. Standing behind you, Joshua slides his hand over your hip and laughs as he watches Seungcheol look around for a shirt, tugging it over his head before he comes back to the door.

“What? You always answer the door half naked like a caveman? He’s dressed now, Y/N; nothing will be burned into your memory for eternity.”

Sighing loudly, Seungcheol rolls his eyes and throws up his hands in confusion, gesturing to you before you look back at him and offer him a smile. You were cute; you were really fucking cute and Joshua had his hand on your hip. Fuck. You were off the table.

“Hi, I am so freaking sorry about that. I should have maybe said something, but I didn’t, ya know...”

Shaking his head and waving his hand, Seungcheol makes a scoffing sound and gestures for you both to come in.

“It’s fine. It's not like you saw anything important. I was just shirtless; just didn’t expect to see a pretty girl at my door with that knock. Just expected an idiot.”

Hearing his friend call you a pretty girl, Joshua shoots Seungcheol a look only to get back a shrug and a gesture in your direction as if to say, Well, am I wrong? You glance around the room and smile at Seungcheol once again before putting your clipboard against your chest and taking a breath.

“I’m Y/N, but Joshua just said that...  uh I’m here—”

“She needs you to sign a petition. You know that fucking dude with the bird who gives it a bath in the water fountain?”

Furrowing his brows at the whiplash of words being spit at him, Seungcheol looks from you to Joshua before laughing and nodding. He did know which guy Joshua was talking about. He had taken a video of the kid giving the bird a bath in that fountain and sent it to Seungkwan, which resulted in a bit of backlash on the kid but not as much as it should have.

“Yeah, of course. What’s the petition gonna do?”

Moving forward, you offer the clipboard to Seungcheol, explaining your cause and how it would work as Joshua watches you with his friend. Once again, he was mesmerized by you and how easy it seemed to be for you to pick up a conversation with just about anyone.

Taking the pen and clipboard, Seungcheol sits on this bed and works on filling it out between glaces between you and Joshua, a smirk lifting at one corner of his lips.

“Surprised to see you fighting for a cause, Shua.”

Narrowing his eyes, Joshua waits to see the proper lines signed before he steps forward, taking it from Seungcheol’s hands with a curt thank you.

“You shouldn’t be. Y/N was doing this alone… I just thought she could use some company.”

That explained it. The hand on the hip, him following you around like a love-sick puppy, that look in his eye when you moved anywhere in the room. Joshua Hong was whipped.

“Ah, I see. Just helping, Y/N out. What a good boyfriend, sorry friend. What are you?”

Groaning at Seungcheol’s words, Joshua rolls his eyes and moves to grab your hand as you try to defend him and yourself, only to be guided towards the door and out of the room as the man behind you laughs and apologizes.

“Shua! I’m kidding. You’re cute together, that’s all. Don’t go away mad.”

Slamming the door behind him, Joshua leans against the wall, glancing at you as his fingers start to slip from yours, only for you to close your fingers around his as you look up at him.

“You did ask me out, so he’s not that far off. I mean, you're not like my boyfriend, you know...” Joshua grins as you lower your voice, like it's a secret, when you finish your sentence. “Yet, we did say we’d see where it could go. Don’t be mad at your friends for teasing just because of me.”

Running his fingers along yours, Joshua sighs softly at your words before nodding. He couldn’t help but let his eyes move along your face, enjoying being this close to you. He could imagine how much he was going to enjoy getting to know you better and spending more time with you when there wasn’t some task in the way.

“You’re right. I’m not mad at him and I’m certainly not embarrassed, I just don’t want you to be freaked out by it or anything. Don’t wanna scare you off.”

With your bottom lip caught between your teeth, you let it go only to smile and shake your head as Joshua’s thumb moves in a circle along the palm of your hand.

“I’m not scared.”

You were scared as you stood in front of the mirror you and your roommate had haphazardly leaned against the wall. Your dress was short and your boots were borrowed. You could hear music quietly playing from Yeji’s laptop as she gives you a once over and a thumbs up.

“You look hot.”

Whining, you tug at the end of your dress and meet her eyes in the mirror as you tilt your head.

“You sure you won’t come along? I could use backup.”

Shaking her head, Yeji gestures at her laptop and laughs before offering you a sympathetic pout. She had already given up so much of her time today to help you get ready, not to mention letting you borrow her favorite boots to complete your outfit.

“I have to finish this paper before midnight or Professor Byun is going to drop me from the class. I wish I could come with you. It sounds like a hell of a lot more fun than a stupid research paper.”

Still whining, you move to Yeji’s desk, wrapping your arms around her from behind and granting yourself another laugh as she holds your arms and leans back against you. You had gotten lucky with your roommate. While so many others ended up switching after a year, you and Yeji had stuck together, and she was your best friend.

“If you finish it and want to get out of the room, just come out to the party. Joshua said there will be lots of people there and it will go until early in the morning.”

You feel Yeji nod against your cheek before she sighs and pats your arms to get you to let her go.

“I promise, but I also want you to just have a good time. Don’t worry about me. Go hang out with your boyfriend.”

Warmth was creeping along your cheeks again as you stood to your full height and moved to pick up your jacket, pulling it over your arms. Muttering, you pick up your phone, glancing over your messages, seeing one from Joshua about picking you up soon.

“He’s not my boyfriend yet…”

Even with the words spoken behind a whine and under your breath, Yeji can make them out and she laughs, feeling endeared by you. It was nice to see you happy and focusing on more than just school for once.

“Yet.”

A knock at your door causes you to take a deep breath as Yeji squeals excitedly, turning in her chair. She had met Joshua in passing a few times over the week but this felt different even for her. This was your first date with him, officially.

Joshua grins at hearing the quiet, happy squeals behind the door as he waits. He had been excited about this all day, to the point that Chan had left for Wonwoo and Mingyu’s house well in advance, leaving him in the dorm by himself to pace.

Taking in a sharp breath when the door opens, Joshua can’t help the way his eyes move over your face and then the length of your body in your outfit. He wasn’t sure what he had been expecting but you had just surpassed them all.

“Shit…”

Yeji grins at the interaction. She watches Joshua stare at you, stunned, and how you shy away, whining at him to stop it. Shaking her head, Yeji sighs and finally waves at Joshua, managing to catch his attention.

“Have a great time. I expect her home no later than 9 a.m.”

Laughing, Joshua can’t help but shake his head. He wanted to tell Yeji that he could keep that promise but right now he wasn’t sure he wanted to.

“Uh…I’ll do my best.”

Your cheeks were on fire at the exchange between your best friend and Joshua. What were they even trying to do? Groaning, you mutter a goodbye to Yeji as she giggles, telling you to have fun before slipping your hand into Joshua's, pulling him away from the door as you shut it behind you.

“You look gorgeous.”

Linking his fingers with yours, Joshua looks over at you as he walks with you out into the chilly night air, feeling you step a bit closer to him. He could see you smiling even under the dim streetlights. Your smile could light up rooms so it was doing wonders for him right now.

“Stop it. You look great. How am I going to keep my date to myself?”

Laughing, Joshua shakes his head and leans his head back to look up at the sky as the two of you walk towards frat houses. You could both hear several parties already in full swing but none of them were where you were headed.

“I promise I’m not leaving your side. Besides, I’m more concerned that I might have to fight for you. When I invited you to this, I didn’t really consider who could be there or even where it was going to be.” Joshua sighs a bit dejected before glancing back over at you. “Most girls look at some of my friends, like Mingyu or Wonwoo, Cheol and I watch as our dates find someone else to talk to.”

Furrowing your brows, you come to a stop, forcing Joshua to do the same or to drop your hand. Looking back at you, he sees the disappointed look on your face and sighs once again, moving back to stand in front of you.

“Do I look like most girls to you, Joshua Hong?”

His smirk pulls at one side of his lips as Joshua watches you and how serious you look standing in front of him. He hadn’t said what he had to get some sort of sympathy from you, just as a true statement of what he had experienced in the past, but clearly you weren’t having any of it. Shaking his head, Joshua leans forward to brush his lips across your cheek before he speaks against your skin.

“No, you don’t.”

Closing your eyes, you try to stay still when Joshua kisses your cheek. You hadn’t expected it but you weren’t against it either. Smiling, you open your eyes as he starts to lean back, only for his eyes to drop to your lips before they lift once again to your eyes.

“I–okay…So don’t say things like that. I’m going with you.”

Your voice was quieter than you intended but Joshua just smiles, tightening his fingers with yours as he leads you up the few steps into the house that his friends were renting. The house wasn’t massive by the standards of the other major frat houses but for the available rentals, Wonwoo and Mingyu had lucked out.

Inside, you glance around, noticing a few familiar faces but many more that you had only seen while passing around campus. Joshua grins, sliding his hand from yours in place of putting it around your waist, keeping you close to him as he guides you through the house and towards the living room, where he waves at a tall, handsome man holding a red solo cup.

“Shua! You made it!”

You find yourself smiling at the man’s infectious enthusiasm as he moves through the smaller crowd to pat Joshua’s back and smile at you, lifting his brows.

“Course I did. Uh…Gyu…” You watch Joshua’s brows furrow as you look from him to the other man, waiting for the introduction before he gestures at you. “This is Y/N. Y/N this is Kim Mingyu.”

Offering his hand, you take it, letting the larger man encompass yours briefly before he looks back at Joshua and laughs.

“Wow…I owe Jeonghan fifty bucks. Fuck.”

Shaking his head, Mingyu walks towards the kitchen, leaving you and Joshua watching him a bit confused before the man at your side sighs and slides his arm back around you.

“Don’t know what that was about. Sorry…Clearly, he pre-gamed.”

You simply smile and lean in to kiss Joshua’s cheek, feeling the warmth spread across his face under your lips, before you pull back to meet his eyes.

“Don’t worry so much. I think they are just happy to see you here with somebody. If I had to take a guess.”

Furrowing his brows, Joshua swallows hard, his eyes moving over your face and down to your pretty smile before he lets out a breath and a laugh.

“Yeah? Think that’s what's going on?”

Nodding, you try to act as nonchalant as possible, feeling Joshua’s fingers pressing into your hip.

“Mhm. Between that and what happened yesterday with Seungcheol…”

Smiling, Joshua just shakes his head, trying to keep himself from doing anything stupid or too quick, as you bite at your bottom lip and give him such a sweet look of innocence. Seungcheol furrows his brows as he wrinkles his nose to the feeling of smoke tickling it. Vernon tries to pass the bong back over to him while Chan mutters to himself, sitting between them and looking at his laptop.

Joshua leads you through the living room, where Seungcheol looks a lot more relaxed than the last time you saw him. He grins at Joshua, pointing at him before letting his lips fall into a pout.

“Took you long enough.” Using Chan’s arm to sit up, Seungcheol groans to himself as he whines out his complaint to Joshua, knowing that usually he would be the buffer between him and Chan. “Do you know how much shit I have had to listen to Chan spew while I waited on you to get your ass here?”

Glancing from Joshua to you when Joshua lifts his hand and starts to speak, Seungcheol grins, finally seeming to realize you had joined his friend.

“Shit…Y/N. You came.” Pushing at Chan’s leg, Seungcheol pats a few times at the couch, getting lost in what he is doing before he looks back up at you and smiles a bit lopsided again. “Sit down.”

Shaking his head, Joshua watches as you laugh amused with high Seungcheol’s antics as Chan whines, having his laptop pushed on his lap towards Vernon, who was engrossed in his phone watching tetris competitions.

“We’re gonna mingle a bit first, Cheol. She might want a drink.” Glancing towards you, Joshua furrows his brows, realizing he hadn’t even asked. “Do you want a drink?”

Smiling at him once again, you glance around the room and towards the kitchen, before biting at your lip and pulling his attention towards it again.

“Sure, hang out for a minute. I’ll get them.”

Joshua starts to tell you he’ll get drinks but you let go of his hand and head towards the kitchen, where Mingyu yells your name, granting himself one of your pretty laughs. Seungcheol tilts his head with lidded eyes, letting his gaze lazily move down your legs before glancing up at his friend.

“She’s hot.” grinning, he leans his head back against the couch with a hazy smile. “If you don’t date her, I’m gonna shoot my shot. Still can’t believe you got her to show up.”

Slapping the side of Seungcheol’s head, Joshua listens to the man laugh as he leans forward to take another hit, letting out an exhale of smoke as he finally leans back on the couch. Lifting his brow in half annoyance and amusement, Joshua looks back towards the kitchen, seeing you smile at something Jeonghan was telling you. He wasn’t sure how he had managed it either.

During the week, Joshua tried to keep himself busy and on track but on the weekends, he allowed himself to enjoy everything that university life had to offer. He had good friends with cheap alcohol and decent weed. Joshua watched you snake your way back through the crowd, two drinks in your hand and a smile on your face, and Joshua realized now he had you to add to that list.

“I literally have no idea what’s in these cups. Jeonghan said it was juice and Soonyoung said it was death.” You laugh sweetly and Joshua swoons, not knowing if it was the atmosphere getting to him or you as you tilt your head and speak before you take a sip of one cup. “I like your friends, Joshua.”

Taking the other cup, Joshua takes a sip, recognizing the mixture of alcohols and various fruit juices as a Yoon Jeonghan special before making a face. You don’t seem to hold the same displeasure on your face but Joshua knows that can only mean that you might drink too much of it and regret it later, he would just have to keep an eye on you.

“Like it?”

Nodding, you tip back the drink, and Joshua’s suspicion is confirmed as you lick your lips, emptying your cup, and glancing back at the kitchen, causing him to laugh.

“Listen, there is enough alcohol in this to fuel a jet. One more and then we maybe…wander out to the hot tub.”

Glancing towards the sliding glass doors, you try to see where a hot tub might be but you aren’t able to see it from the living room, making you furrow your brows. Instead of questioning Joshua, you just laugh and tilt your head, feeling a bit shy about what you have to say next.

“You didn’t tell me to wear anything for a hot tub.”

He hadn’t. Joshua smiles, glancing down at his drink before taking a bigger gulp and nodding to your words.

“I didn’t wear anything either. We can just wear what we have... or figure it out.”

Your face was on fire but it could be the "juice.” You needed more courage to see where this was going. With your smile growing in size, you can’t help but laugh. Nodding, Joshua nods along with you before you feel your fingers slide along his before you head back towards the kitchen.

Seungcheol makes a face, trying to read what Chan was pointing at his laptop. He was trying hard to get him or Vernon to look at the screen and read what he had been writing for most of the night.

“No, ‘cause listen. If I say she breasted boobily, does that sound hot?”

Vernon blinks at his phone before looking over at the laptop and reading over the paragraph that Chan had been working on for over an hour before sighing heavily.

“I don’t know, man. It’s fanfiction. I think you can say whatever in hell you wanna say.”

Joshua furrowed his brow, a bit confused at the conversation, as he stood next to the couch. He wasn’t sure he had just witnessed as he watched Seungcheol stare blankly at the screen for a few more seconds before the man shifts his gaze back over to him and grins, seeming to remember he was there.

“Sit down, man. Hang out.”

Glancing towards the kitchen, where you were laughing at something Wonwoo was saying and back to Seungcheol, Joshua lifts his hand to scratch at his cheek before shaking his head. Seungcheol was starting to pout again and attempting to make more room on the three seater couch when Joshua shook his head.

“Maybe later.”

Patting Seungcheol on the shoulder, Joshua listens to the man whine as he walks towards the kitchen with his eyes fixed on you. Sliding his hand around your waist, Joshua feels you jump slightly, your eyes moving from Wonwoo to him as you smile.

“Hey, you weren’t coming back.”

You could feel your cheeks burning at Joshua’s attention but also the other eyes in the room as Wonwoo smirked at how jealous Joshua was acting.

“I was just talking to Wonwoo. He was telling me that you make some mean french toast apparently.”

Smiling, Joshua leans to kiss your cheek before glancing at Wonwoo and tilting his head.

“Camping stories?”

Wonwoo just grins, lifting his cup to his lips to take a sip before nodding and furrowing his brows.

“Thinking about planning another trip for the summer. Maybe Y/N will come with us this time.”

The idea of it made Joshua excited and nervous as he glanced to judge the expression on your face. You seemed intrigued as you clinged to his side, your smile once again lighting up the room.

“Sounds fun.”

It was sounding more and more like you were planning on sticking around with Joshua and his friends. Holding on to you a bit tighter, Joshua takes in a breath and gestures over his shoulder,  causing Wonwoo’s eyes to follow his hand before his friend meets his eyes again, only to smile.

“It does; hey, do you mind if I borrow the hot tub?”

A louder laugh from your right makes you smile as Mingyu slides back through the kitchen, picking up a fresh cup and pouring more of the juice into it as he shakes his head to answer Joshua’s question.

“Go for it, man. Just keep cum out of it.”

You make a face at the wording but Joshua just laughs, causing Wonwoo to meet his eyes and for Joshua to grow a bit more serious. Taking a step towards the doorway, Joshua picks up a smaller bottle, watching Wonwoo’s head tilt and his mouth start to open when he just grins and winks before turning to also pick up two shot glasses.

“Okay, got it. Hot tub is for relaxation only.”

Glancing around the backyard, you take the last sips of your drink as Joshua mutters to himself before making an “ah ha” sound. You gasp, watching strings of lights light up across the deck and into the trees near the hot tub, where Joshua stands grinning at you, looking pleased with himself.

“When it’s warmer weather, they throw outdoor parties or leave the doors open. I helped them hang up the lights.”

Joshua watches you glance around the lights, a smile on your face, before you once again look at him, causing his head to spin. He knew he was a goner when it came to you. You could tell him to jump on one leg and bark like a dog and he’d probably do it for you without many questions at this point just because you smiled at him.

Moving back towards the hot tub, Joshua whispers “tada” before showing you the smaller bottle of tequila and shot glasses he had commandeered from the kitchen. He grins as you laugh, moving in a bit closer to him to tilt your head. You watch as he sits the bottle on the side of the hot tub before he moves back in touching distance as you narrow your eyes playfully.

“And where did that come from? Just happen to keep bottles of tequila on you at all times?”

Wincing Joshua closes one eye as if he’s trying to think of something, feeling your hands sliding along his sides. Your laugh causes Joshua to smile and meet your eyes even as your fingers tug at the end of his shirt so your fingertips can brush over his bare skin just above his jeans. You had more courage and you weren’t going to let it go to waste.

“It was sitting on the counter. Wonwoo might yell at me later for taking it but all is fair at a party. Don’t have it on the counter if it's not up for grabs.”

Sucking in a breath, Joshua tilts his head as he feels your fingers sliding under his shirt along his back, lifting his shirt. You looked almost too pretty under the twinkling string lights and feeling your warm fingers running along his back as the chilly air also bit at his skin was intoxicating.

“You are killing me, Y/N.”

Laughing softly and sweetly, you trail your fingers further up his torso, making Joshua groan as he finally gives in, leaning back only enough so that he can tug his shirt up and over his head, giving you what you want. Your eyes move from his handsome face down over his toned chest and down to his stomach. You couldn't help yourself as you smiled, running your thumbs along the top of his v-cut feeling. Joshua takes in a deep breath, leaning his head back to look up at the night sky.

“You are so handsome, Josh.”

Closing his eyes, Joshua groans quietly to himself before looking back at your face as you give him that same innocent look that had been driving him crazy for two days. With his thumb and forefinger on either side of your chin, Joshua holds your face in place as he leans in to brush his lips over yours for the first time, listening to the sharp intake of breath get caught in your throat. It wasn’t a full kiss but it made you want to chase after one, and the way his fingers were holding you in place, all you could do was whine and press your nails into Joshua’s sides.

“Patience, baby.”

Plush lips caress yours and a large hand slides along your neck as Joshua finally gives into you, taking not only your breath but every thought in your head with his first kiss. You moan softly into his mouth as his other hand slides along your hip and down to grip at your ass, causing your brows to furrow.

Smiling against your lips, Joshua pecks at them once more before sliding his hand from your ass to your leg to slip your dress along your thigh as you look up at him.

“This okay? I figure you don’t want to get your dress wet. “

Nodding, you shrug out of your jacket, letting Joshua work the tight dress up your body and over your head, leaving you in your bra and panties as he works to kick off his jeans. You find yourself watching him shyly as you pick up your clothes and put them into a chair, your borrowed boots safely tucked away underneath as Joshua smirks at you.

You were stunning. You weren’t wearing anything special. There wasn’t any lace and nothing matched but it didn’t need to. It was perfect because it was you and he wanted more. He could just imagine being between your legs or kissing your breasts as he watched you move back towards him and the hot tub. Feeling your hand trembling in his as he helped you into the warm water, Joshua knew you needed a bit more time.

Taking in a deep breath, you smile as Joshua leans to press the button, causing the hot tub to start running and the jets to cause the water to bubble and roar around the two of you as he settles in near you. Steam rising from the surface, you watch him through it as he leans his head back for a moment before reaching for the bottle he had taken, cracking up the seal to pour each of you a shot, offering you one.

“To possibilities?”

Trying to hold back a laugh, you press your lips together and nod as Joshua laughs at your reaction. He knew it was a silly toast but it was what he wanted—a world full of possibilities with you. Tipping back your glass, you make a bit of a face to the taste and feeling of the burn as the alcohol runs down your throat. Joshua follows suit, letting out a breath before nodding and putting his glass back securely on the side.

You could feel that your head was lighter, your inhibitions were low as the drinks from the night had all begun to mix in your system. Joshua watches as you smile brightly, putting your glass very carefully beside his before you turn to look at him curiously.

“Truth or dare, Joshua Hong?”

Chuckling as you use his full name, Joshua moves his hand to run it along your arm as he starts to enjoy the buzzed feeling as his head tilts to your question.

“Truth.”

Biting at your lip, you can’t help but wrinkle your nose at his answer. You knew you were the same way when it came to truth or dare but you had pictured Joshua as a dare kind of guy.

“Mmkay. What was your first impression of me?”

Lifting his brows, Joshua laughs once again, realizing this was how this game was going to go. You watch as he reaches for the bottle of tequila, pouring another couple of shots, allowing you to grab your own. Hissing at the taste, Joshua narrows his eyes at you before smiling and pouring another shot a bit nervously.

“I opened the door and thought, Damn, what a pretty girl.”

Watching you smile and tilt your shot glass back, Joshua can’t help but smile as you giggle a bit to yourself. Reaching forward, Joshua wipes a bit of tequila from your chin, causing you to whine and lean into his touch.

“And I still think that, ‘cause you are so fucking pretty. Truth or dare.”

Feeling almost too warm, you lift out of the water a bit, only shifting yourself closer to Joshua, who takes a deep breath when your chest lifts from the water briefly. Moving his eyes from your breasts to your face, Joshua presses his lips together when he feels you almost sit on his lap as you purse your lips, thinking hard before speaking.

“I’ll pick truth too.”

Turning your attention back to Joshua, you are almost surprised to see him so close. Starting to apologize, you laugh, feeling Joshua’s hand slide around your hip to your back to keep you in place.

“You’re fine, right where you are. In fact…”

Sliding his legs apart, Joshua watches as you dip your chin under the water, feeling him shift his leg under your ass so that you can rest comfortably on his lap.

“Now…I’m curious what’s on your mind right now. So that’s my question. Tell me what you are thinking.”

Flexing your fingers, you try to figure out where to put them but feeling Joshua’s fingers sliding along the top of your panties at the small of your back, you can’t help but whine before resting your arm around his neck and your other hand against his chest. The feeling of being close to Joshua comes naturally, and you start to feel thankful for the water surrounding you, knowing that you were becoming aroused from even just sitting on his lap.

“Right now? Um…lots of things.”

Joshua grins, his free hand daring to caress your leg under the water, feeling your legs part instinctively for him even though he doesn’t do more than run his thumb along your inner thigh.

“Yeah? Tell me three of them.”

Sighing, you furrow your brows and shift on his leg, causing Joshua to rub his lips together at the feeling. He liked this too much, having you this close to him. Feeling your body press up against his and having your fingers walk along your skin as you thought of your answer.

“I was thinking about the camping trip and how that might be nice.”

Joshua smirks as you seem to stall in telling him anything he might actually want to know. It wasn’t that he disagreed with the sentiment; it was that he knew you had more on your mind. Nodding, he watches as you smile and avoids his eyes, letting your voice drop in volume so that you can barely be heard over the roar of the jets.

“And I was thinking about when you kissed me. About how I wanted you to–to do that again.”

Grinning, Joshua lets his eyes move to your lips and back up to your eyes as you stumble over your words. Leaning forward, he rests his lips against yours without applying pressure as you whine his name, pressing your fingers against his chest.

“One more, Y/N.”

You couldn’t think like this, not with Joshua’s lips hovering over yours and his breath warm against your face. Closing your eyes, you try to let yourself melt into his touch, enjoying the feeling of his fingers moving over your skin as you finally answer him.

“Just want you to fuck me. That’s what’s on my mind.”

Joshua’s lips press against yours firmly, his hand sliding from your thigh to your waist to pull you towards him tightly. He wasn’t being careful anymore, not when he knew what you wanted. Groaning into your mouth, Joshua furrows his brows, feeling you adjust your legs over his so that you are straddling him and are able to roll your hips down to grind over his hardening length.

“Fuck…” The word is drawn out on a breath when Joshua pulls back from kissing you to lean his head back at the feeling of your hips rolling over him. “Baby, that feels good. Feels too good.”

He was calling you baby again and your head was spinning. You smile, leaning to press a kiss to the column of Joshua’s throat when it’s exposed to you, drawing another groan out of the man’s mouth. Hands tighten on your ass and Joshua laughs out your name in disbelief, moving his head so he can meet your eyes.

“You are gonna make me break my promise about cum in the hot tub.”

Fingers dig into your skin under the elastic of your panties as Joshua takes a deep breath, calming down before he nods and glances over his shoulder towards a door, considering his next action.

“We are going in there. I wouldn’t wanna fuck you in here anyway. I wanna take my time with you.”

Biting at your lips, you laugh softly, sliding off Joshua’s lap as he stands and helps you do the same. You furrow your brows once you are safely back on the patio, feeling the cold air biting at your skin while watching Joshua collect your clothing and his own.

“What room is that? Should I get dressed?”

Leaning to kiss your shoulder, Joshua grins against your skin, shaking his head as he shivers just as much as you from the cold air. You feel him usher you towards the door, letting you open it, happy to find it unlocked.

“It’s Wonwoo’s room. We are just gonna…you know, borrow it.”

Blinking a few times in the dark as Joshua trips over a few things, muttering to himself before he finds a lamp, you smile, finally able to look around as he moves to the other door, locking it.

“And Wonwoo won’t mind if we borrow his room?”

Joshua drops the last of the clothes onto the floor before moving back over to you and sliding his hands up your wet back towards your bra clasp as he shakes his head. You can’t help but laugh as Joshua mutters about Wonwoo's understanding needs. You knew it was a weak argument but you weren’t going to go against it.

Running your fingers through his hair, you moan Joshua’s name as you feel his fingers tug at the straps of your bra, freeing your body from the garment. The room was much warmer than it had been outside but chillbumps were still spreading across your skin.

“You are so fucking beautiful.”

Joshua shakes his head mostly in disbelief at himself thinking about how you had been living on the same floor as him just five doors down all this time and he had clearly been an idiot or blind. Scratching his nails along the back of your arms, Joshua leans down to kiss the top of each of your breasts with a low groan to the soft feeling of your skin against his lips. He was already addicted to you and he had barely had a taste.

“Please…Josh–ah…don’t tease me.”

Smiling against your nipple, Joshua lifts your right breast, kneading at the soft mound before taking the bud into his mouth and sucking hard, feeling you arch against his mouth. Walking backwards, you hear Joshua whine, feeling you start to pull from him, causing him to have to hold on to your waist to keep your breast in his mouth. You don’t stop walking until you feel the bed behind your knees and you whisper to Joshua that you need to lay down.

“Mm, okay, wait. Don’t get the bed wet.”

You smile as Joshua moves to one knee, sliding his hands up your thighs and finally to your hips to tug your panties down your legs. Closing your eyes, you take a breath, letting it out slowly, feeling his lips move over your thighs until his hands reach your ankles.

“Lay down, baby.”

Helping you down, Joshua tilts his head, taking in every inch of your body as he feels his cock throb jerk behind his boxers. You were perfect in every single way. He wasn’t even sure what he wanted first. Lifting his hand, Joshua runs his hand over his mouth as your hand barely traces the curve of his shaft as you wait for him with a questioning look on your face.

“Just trying to think where Wonwoo might keep his condoms.”

When you smile, a quiet laugh falls from your lips. Joshua can’t help but mimic your smile, sliding his fingers into the top of his boxers and working them down his hips as you watch. Your brows lifting, you take in a breath before licking your lips, obviously hungry for what was in front of you, watching his cock bounce back up at attention as his boxers fall to the floor.

“I…I’m good. I have an IUD and I get tested. Unless you just want one.”

Taking a deep breath, Joshua takes one more long look at your body before focusing on your pretty face and shivering at the idea of having you raw. There was no way he was going to say no to that.

“Okay…No, I’m good. I get tested too…  Fuck, are you sure?”

Nodding, you lift your hand out for Joshua as he rests his knee between your legs, feeling the wet warmth of your pussy against his thigh. Lacing his fingers with yours, Joshua pins your hand to the bed next to your head as he lays over you, smiling against your lips and feeling your hips roll over his thigh.

“You are so wet, baby.” You whimper against Joshua’s lips, his teeth catching your bottom lip and dragging it out just slightly before he lets go with a groan. “I wanna eat you out so fucking bad but I also wanna fuck this mouth…”

Gripping his bicep hard, you dig your nails into his skin hard enough to leave small half moon divots, causing Joshua to hiss at your reaction to his words. Smirking, he presses kisses on your jaw up to your ear, speaking against it causing chillbumps to once again spread across your skin.

“You like that? When I talk dirty to you? Tell you what I wanna do to you.”

Nodding, you bury your face against Joshua’s hair, feeling embarrassed as he laughs and presses kisses on your neck. Leaning back on his elbow, Joshua looks down at you, watching you try to hide from him until he pulls his hand from yours to turn your face back towards him so he can run his thumb over your lips, causing him to groan quietly. He knew what he wanted.

Laying in the middle of the bed on his back, Joshua smirks at you as you sit back on your feet, watching him get comfortable. You smile as he slides the pillow from under his head and lifts his hands, beckoning you towards him, only to tell you to stop when you start to crawl on top of him.

“Uh huh…  I want you on my face; let me see your ass.”

His hand slides along your leg as you whine, unsure, but Joshua just nods and helps you get in position with your knees on either side of his face as you rest your hands on his chest. Running his hands along the back of your legs up to your ass, Joshua groans at all he can see in front of him before he grips your hips and pulls your pussy down to his mouth, running his tongue flat against you to get his first taste.

You gasp loudly, your nails digging into his chest, feeling his tongue running along your folds and pressing into your entrance for just a taste of the arousal that had already dripped from you. Leaning your head forward, you find yourself sliding your hips back and down over Joshua’s face and closer to his tongue as he groans, lapping at your clit, before sucking hard and making you cry out his name.

With each passing moment, you find yourself sliding further and further down Joshua’s body until you realize you could give him exactly what he wanted. Wrapping your hand around Joshua’s cock, you twist your hand and feel him pause between your legs, his fingers pulling you back towards his face as he lifts his head up to suck your soft folds into his mouth.

“Josh…fuck. Oh my god…  I’m getting so close. I want your cock, okay?”

You couldn’t hear what Joshua was saying as he groaned against your pussy; he was too far gone and too drunk to care but anything you wanted was yours. The moment you wrap your lips around his tip, Joshua has to let his head fall back and take a deep breath as he mutters your name.

A warm, wet mouth envelopes him as your tongue presses against the underside of his cock right up until the point that you can’t take a single centimeter more of Joshua before you pull back with a gasp. Tears start to run down your face even as you smile, feeling Joshua’s fingers parting your folds so his tongue can get right back to work, driving you closer and closer to your orgasm that was right on the cusp.

With Joshua’s cock buried in your mouth once again, you moan around him, only pulling back when you feel the overwhelming pressure take over you as your orgasm rips through your body. Resting your forehead against Joshua’s stomach, you whimper his name as your thighs shake almost violently at the feeling of his fingers slowly sliding from your tight walls and along each side of your clit.

Large hands run along your thighs and up over your back as Joshua tries to soothe you before finally managing to move you to his side so he can pull you into his arms and press his lips to yours. You furrow your brows to the taste of yourself on his lips but smile at the feeling of his hand gliding along your skin to your thigh, pulling your leg across his hip to keep you close to him.

“You okay?”

Nodding, you rub your lips together and laugh under your breath, feeling Joshua’s nose nudge against yours before he kisses you softly once more. You felt like jelly but you felt good. You wanted more. You needed him completely and you knew that he still needed more.

Joshua hums against your cheek, feeling your hand slide along his stomach and down towards his cock, resting against his lower abdomen. Your smaller hand felt good and your mouth had felt even better but he had felt your pussy around his fingers and on his tongue and he was craving it on his cock now. Kissing your cheek, Joshua smiles against your skin while dragging his nails along your thigh as you lazily stroke him and speak just above a whisper.

“Fuck me, Joshua.”

You feel him nudge his nose against your cheek as he rolls you on to your back, moving his body between your legs. You knew he was a large man but underneath him, you felt even smaller and vulnerable in the best ways. Arching your back, you moan softly, letting Joshua slide your leg once more along his up to his hip, causing your wet folds to separate once again.

“I was planning on it.”

Joshua sucks in a breath, watching your eyes close on a silent moan as he slowly works his cock into you for the first time. You were tight and the stretch was evident on your face. Your brows furrowed tightly, and you took a deep breath only when Joshua bottomed out and stopped to allow you time to adjust.

Resting his lips against your shoulder, Joshua groans, trying not to think about how tightly you are squeezing him or how much he already wants to cum as you scratch his back. Instead, he just takes a deep breath and turns his head towards you to make sure you are okay. You blink tears from your eyes at how good the stretch feels and nod to Joshua’s words, begging him to move, lifting your hips in order to get him to do something.

“Shh, fuck baby. I’m–shit…okay. I was gonna go slow.”

Shaking your head, you run your fingers through the back of Joshua’s damp hair at the nape of his neck, pulling his lips back to yours as you speak between kisses, feeling his hips finally meeting yours and sending your head towards the headboard with each deep thrust.

“No, I want it. Feels so fucking good. Please, Joshua.”

You were going to be the death of him. Hissing out a groan on your lips, Joshua moves to rest his forehead against yours as he gives you what you want and thrusts into you hard and fast, making you cry out his name. The sound of the music from the party was still loud enough to keep him from wondering if anyone might hear you but at this point, his pride was starting to hope maybe someone would. He wanted them to know how good he was making you feel.

“Yes–ha…fuck! Josh–”

Joshua had fucked other girls and had them scream his name but no one else had made his head swell and spin like you did. Every time you said his name, Joshua felt like he was floating.  He felt like he was sending you to the moon every single time he buried his cock in you. Even if that wasn’t how you felt, he knew that you felt like heaven and he could die happy after being between your legs and in your arms.

Feeling your walls tighten around him, Joshua groans your name, burying his face into the crook of your neck. He could tell you were getting close just from the way you were squeezing his cock but you were also pushing him over the edge. He had been skirting it and doing his best not to let go too quickly but with one last scratch of your nails along his back and a soft moan from your lips, Joshua’s body shakes as, with each thrust, he pushes his cum back into you.

“Please…” You listen to Joshua’s whine into a moan as he leans back to watch his cum drip out of you with each thrust. “Cum for me?”

Feeling his thumb press against your clit, rubbing small circles against the swollen bundle of nerves, you cry out Joshua’s name as your thighs begin to shake when he sends you back over the edge, spiraling into your orgasm once again. Joshua licks his lips, watching your face this time as you cum, his eyes fixated on your lips and how they fall open when you moan so loudly that he’s certain someone had to have heard you.

Carefully slipping from you, Joshua lays on top of you, enjoying the feeling of your fingers running through his hair as he catches his breath. He could hear your heart racing and how it was steadily starting to calm down as the minutes passed. He could hear your breath evening out and he could feel the dampness of your skin against his cheek.

“I need a shower. Fuck…”

Your laugh makes Joshua smile against your chest before he leans back to look up at you, leaning to press his lips to yours once and then again furrowing his brows. You could see the question on his face and feel his apprehension as he took a breath.

“I–yeah. Same. Are you wanting to leave? I can take you back to your dorm. I – cause you know this was fun. I’d like to see you again. You know more often...”

Smiling, you lift your hand to run your thumb along Joshua’s jaw as he stumbles through his words. You knew he was a smart man and by all standards, he ran with a pretty popular crowd at the university, yet he was acting like some high school boy with a crush after fucking you into the mattress.

“Yeah? That mean you wanna date me, Joshua Hong?”

Joshua’s lips pull up into a smile at your words before he lays his face flat against your breasts, realizing how stupid he must have sounded for you to have to even ask that. Of course, he wanted to date you. This was the most cliche thing he could have done but he wanted you. Lifting his head, Joshua nods and sighs, gaining back some of his confidence.

“Yeah, hell yeah. I wanna date you. Wanna take you out as much as possible and keep you in my bed the rest of the time.”

Laughing, you shake your head, feeling your cheeks warm at Joshua’s words this time. It all sounded perfect but there were a few hiccups in his plan.

“Mm, I accept, however...  I don’t think Chan would want me in your bed that often.”

Scoffing, Joshua starts to lean up on his elbow, ready to explain just where Chan can shove his opinion, when a loud knock at the door startles you both, causing you to gasp. Wonwoo narrows his eyes at his bedroom door, trying the knob once again, only to groan.

“Who the fuck–Shua! Are you fucking in my bedroom?”

Widening his eyes almost dramatically, you watch Joshua hold back a laugh as he slips out of bed and starts tossing you some of your clothes as he slips his own on.

“Of course I am. I appreciate your donation to the cause, Wonwoo.”

Another loud fist to the door makes you stifle a laugh as Wonwoo groans in frustration, leaning his forehead against the door.

“You son of a bitch. First you stole my good tequila and now you fuck in my bed. You owe me liquor and sheets. I am going to kick your ass!”

Pointing at the door that the two of you had used to come into Wonwoo’s room, Joshua whispers for you to sneak out that way as he carefully unlocks the other door and tiptoes towards you.

“Yeah yeah…  You know I’m good for it, man!”

Slipping out the door, you squeal when the other door opens and Wonwoo yells Joshua’s name, only for Joshua to slam the other and grab your hand, telling you to run. With a smile on your face, you keep up with him as he helps you weave through the side yard and out onto the street that you had taken to get to the party. Pulling you into his arms, Joshua laughs as you do, glancing back to make sure Wonwoo wasn’t following you, only to hear his phone go off with a barrage of texts.

Wonwoo: I will fucking kill you.

Wonwoo: You are dead to me.

Wonwoo: I hope she is at least dating you now, asshole

Wonwoo: You are literally disgusting and I hate you

Joshua runs his thumb over the screen with a smirk as he catches his breath before holding his phone up to get a good angle of you both. Leaning in, he kisses you softly as he takes a few pictures, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips.

Shua: [pictures attached]

Shua: Maybe I’ll put a ring on it too.

Wonwoo: 🤢

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[elmushterri]

Heyyyy, I love ur au sm! It's really cool, and the thing I'm most curious abt, if u don't mind me asking, is romeo and connor's relationship.

I really wanna know more abt it cause of how many directions this could go. Like, does Connor still care for romeo abit even after he figures out that romeo is manipulating him, or is he just fighting tooth and nail to get away from him at that point??

And I know Romeo's first intention is to just experiment on things to make them "better" but did spending alot of time with Connor not have him form some kind of attachment towards him?

And are there times where they both genuinely enjoy each others presence and where romeo helps him, cuz it would be so interesting to see Connor going through something when their still friends where Connor hates and likes him at the same time in a way. Where he's like weighing out the pro's and con's of being his friend and questioning how bad romeo really is

(That's all, and thank u for reading!🙏)

LOVE THIS. Romeo and Connor probably bonded in the first place cause of some kind of act of kindness or something trauma related?? Maybe young Romeo (like 6-10 years old? I have no concept of child ages) was the one that rescued Connor from being in the pools/the showers they put him in to get him used to water. Probably did it genuinely as well. Romeo CAN be genuine. He was probably lonely as well, not being in school but instead having his mother bring him to the labs.

In the start he probably wasn’t even manipulating Connor consciously, just pressuring him into things like sneaking around the labs and whatnot.

But then Connor made better friends with Amaya and Greg, and Romeo felt threatened so he leaned into “Oh, so you like them better than me?” so Connor would feel guilty.

Romeo probably has times where he goes between, “I miss Connor, I shouldn’t have done all that” and “Screw Connor, he didn’t get it. I don’t need him,”

They probably do care for each other on some level. Like if Romeo got hurt, Connor would go and cradle him dude 😭. ‘Cause at some points in their childhood the friendship was good, and comforted them both.

Here’s a little sketch. Reason Greg’s not there/why the kids are the same age as in present day but in GunnTech outfits is ‘cause this is probably in season 4 or 5 when the other heroes + Gekko are being mind controlled? Idk, Romeo probably pushed Connor out the way to take a hit from something or general self sacrifice science stuff from him. Maybe he took some kind of star/light blast from Newton? Real Catradora vibes.

It’s things like this that make me sort of want to redeem Romeo but I’m still unsure.

[seongclb]

— enhypen reaction to waking up from a nightmare where they lost you !

bf!enha x gn!reader, angst kind of and fluff, established relationship au & warnings of allusions to panic attacks in hoons

req. by anon

N ! hi guys shameless self promo but please show my series some love :(

♫ you’re the only good thing in my life by cigarettes after sex

𖠗 이희승 | lee heeseung.

when he suddenly jumps in his sleep, calling for your name in cries

you jolt awake and immediately pull him into your arms

rather than forcing him awake, you stroke the sweat beads forming on his forehead away, hushing him which brings him to feel a lot safer and calmer

when he wakes up, he rests in your arms for a bit while his fear dissipates

“don’t ever leave me,” your boyfriend suddenly says

“hee, why would i ever leave you? did you dream that i would?” you ask, softly, rubbing his arms to comfort him

he nods and you frown, kissing his forehead which causes his eyes to flutter close

he doesn’t speak much for the rest of the night, just laying in your presence

that is, after all, the only place he’ll truly ever feel comfort.

𖠗 박종성 | park jongseong.

he sleeps his best when he’s with you

like he sleeps like a baby when he holds you to sleep

which is why after an argument, and you both are sleeping in the same bed but forced to not hug one another

he gets this idea that he’ll lose you forever, and it even invades his dreams

jay wakes up so suddenly, a loud half cry leaving his lips which causes you to wake up

“are you okay?” your hands go immediately to stroke his back, comfortingly

he leans closer in your touch before he decides to nuzzle his head in your neck, “i’m so sorry, y/n. please don’t leave me.”

your heart would honestly break at this, “why would i ever leave you jay? we work through our arguments, okay? we don’t leave over them”

he nods into your neck and stays there until he regains his assurance

𖠗 심재윤 | sim jaeyun.

even though you and jake are literally attached at the hip

he still gets these random thoughts that tell him he’s not enough or that you’ll leave him for something better one day

he can’t help but he insecure yk? you’re his most prized possession and he knows how valuable you are to other people

so when you both are sleeping and suddenly he gets these images of you leaving, he wakes up screaming “NO”

you jolt awake to see his hands on his chest and him frantically panting

as soon as your hands meet his, he seems to immediately calm down while he looks at your teary eyed

“bad dream?” you frown, squeezing his hands tightly

he nods, “i dreamt that you were leaving me”

you hug him immediately, “i love you so much, jake. i cant leave you, it’s not physically possible”

these words are enough to make him feel better

𖠗 박성훈 | park sunghoon.

as much as he expresses how lucky you are to him, hoon often wonders how life would be without you

this leads to him spiralling and panicking

but he never voices it to you

today, it must have gotten too much for him since he starts muttering in his sleep “don’t leave me” along with calls of your name

hoon wakes up to see you’re not in your bed and he feels his chest tighten and his throat close up

he calls your name several times and finally, you appear out of the darkness

to which he jumps out of bed to hold you close to him, “don’t scare me like that, again”

“i went to get you a glass of water, babe. you were talking in your sleep”

now that you finally know how he feels, you can fix his insecurities and make him feel more assured <3

𖠗 김선우 | kim sunoo.

sunoo has always been worried that he’s not enough for you, each time he mentions his concerns, you’re there to help make him feel better

so this time, the horrid thought seems to invade his sleep

he calls out your name several times before beginning to sob entirely

his sobs must also wake him up as he jumps to sit up, clutching his chest

you’re quick to follow him and immediately wrap your arms around him, saying “it’ll be alright”

once he calms down, he doesn’t talk about it as just how you’re there for him now is enough.

𖠗 양정원 | yang jungwon.

everyone gets insecure or jealous in the relationship

maybe it was something won heard or saw that caused an insecurity to bubble up within him

either way, he won’t mention it because he thinks it’s silly

the only way you find out is when he screams it in his sleep

after hugging him and telling him it’s okay, he asks if you heard what he dreamt about

you nod yes and he sighs but you begin to talk about how he’s feeling

and then you tell him, “won, you’re the only guy for me. the only one i love; i’d never leave you.”

𖠗 西村力 | nishimura riki

you’re his first love, all these feelings and stuff are new to him

he doesn’t expect himself to feel like he’s not enough for you, especially when you’re literally dating him

but he can’t help it

niki won’t tell you what’s wrong either, but it’s obvious that somethings on his mind

you drop the matter until bed time when the thoughts he has been hiding all day became evident in his unconscious muttering

once he wakes up, you’re at his side, “this is what was bothering you?”

his eyes are rimmed with tears as he nods

“awww, baby you should have told me. look, now they’re even in your nightmares,” you immediately hug him. “nothing would make me leave you, how can i? i love you the most.”

[borathae]

"He asked for two things. Your strap and to be treated with care. You can't say no to him. Not when he looks so adorable with his pretty, sparkly doe eyes gazing at you and his dainty, little waist fitting perfectly between your fingers."

Pairing: CEO!Jungkook x f.Reader

Genre: married life!AU, winter holiday!AU, Smut, BDSM

Warnings: sub!Jungkook, Mommy Dom!Reader, he makes her cum against her will (with consent obviously), and she gives him some spanks as "punishment", that's the only rougher part 'cause otherwise this story is very soft, he dresses up for her in a jockstrap & leather harness, he also wears bunny ears & a tail buttplug, emotionally intense love making, Lotus position, pegging, praise, good boy kink, she calls him slut but in an adoring way, loving dirty talk, voice kink, rimjob, face sitting, oral (f.receiving), 69nin, handjob, nipple play & sucking for both, nipple clamps with chains + choker, multiple orgasms (f. & m.receiving), his orgasms are very intense, he's deep in subspace, subby boy tears, the softest aftercare, they're in love and kinky

Wordcount: 8.5k

a/n: i wanna give him the world. he is my babyboy and i wanna coddle him and love him and give him all the attention in the world! my cutie pookie :( enjoy besties, i fucking love him 🤍 ps: these are two ideas from Kinktober 22 which i turned into one ruining smut :(

You and Jungkook were on vacation. It was a cold destination this time around. Canada in the winter. Jungkook rented a cozy wooden lodge with a view of the mountains and lakes. The bedroom was located at the best spot of the house with one wall being entirely made out of glass and a view of the starry sky. You could also close the blinds, so you and Jungkook have been sleeping in on most days. 

Work has been left behind in Seoul. Jungkook didn’t even take his work phone nor laptop with him and you didn’t even think twice about packing your study books. 

You have been neglecting each other lately, not willingly, but because life is stressful and cruel. So you swore to each other to make this holiday about two things. Nourishing your relationship and relaxing. Both things have been going splendidly. 

You sleep in, cuddle and make out, go for breakfast in the resort’s restaurant, either go skiing or use the resort’s thermal spas and then let the evening play out however you feel like. 

Tonight you felt like going to bed with a good horror book and Jungkook felt like using the bathtub. The book is amazing. It’s scary and totally captivates you.

The bedroom door opens, in steps Jungkook.

“I’m back.”

You don’t notice him at first as the book completely engrosses you. 

Jungkook struts to your side of the bed and stops. 

“Hello”, he coos.

No reaction from you. You are completely lost.

He huffs out air and pouts. He really wants your attention.

He tries by calling your name, then your petname. Both don’t work.

“Mommy?” he tries next, tapping your shoulder.

“Yes Bunny?” your attention is on him instantly. You look at him, “oh wow.” 

Jungkook is wearing a skin-tight jock strap in white which truly accentuates the shape of his dick. He paired it with a white leather torso harness and a pair of nipple clamps. Silver chains are tangling from them, connecting with a white leather collar which he seemed to have pulled tight enough that he naturally holds his head high. 

“Bunny…” you choke out, placing the book aside without bothering to use a bookmark. Yes, this is how truly mesmerised your sweet husband has you. 

A pair of floppy bunny ears is tangling from his head. Jungkook turns for your viewing pleasure, revealing his plump buttocks and the fluffy bunny tail between them. Judging from its position, it’s attached to a buttplug.

“Holy shit Bunny, you look so sexy. Bunny”, you gasp and get on your knees, reaching for him greedily. 

Jungkook turns again, allowing you to pull him closer by his waist. 

“Bunny. Oh my god, Bunny.” 

He giggles, pulling a little pose.

“Do you like it?”

“Do I like it? Of course I like it. I, I fucking love it. Holy shit, you look so sexy. Bunny”, you babble, running your hands all over him. His hips, his waist and stomach, his sides and chest, his arms and shoulders. You can’t get enough of him.

Jungkook tingles from the touches, watching you with half-lidded eyes. This is the kind of attention he wanted from you. All of it and all of it and all of it. He’s so greedy for it.

“You look so handsome. Oh Bunny. Is that what you were up to? Did you even take a bath?”

“No”, Jungkook confesses and snickers, “I lied so I could prepare the surprise.”

“Wow, you’re such a sneaky Bunny. I never would have figured. Gosh look at your ears”, you say, playing with them carefully, "I’m gonna burst, this is the cutest thing ever. You’re my actual Bunny now."

“Mh-hm I am”, Jungkook says, and gets on bed. He does a little bunny jump, making you laugh with it. He laughs himself, doing it again with a cute butt wiggle at the end. 

“You’re too adorable. Oh my goshyoucutieyou”, you lull your words as you press them out through gritted teeth. You squish his cheeks, frowning deeply, “I’m gonna squish you to death”, you growl, acting as if you were squeezing his face even if you apply not an ounce of pressure. The cuteness aggression is hitting you hard. You love this man so abysmally much that you are angry. 

“Mommy, stop it”, Jungkook giggles, stubbing your palm with his nose.

“No, you stop it. You’re so handsome and cute that it’s making me mad.”

“No Mommy, don’t be mad at me”, Jungkook pleads and pouts. 

“You’re so cute. Fuck, I’m done for”, you say, dropping into your pillow with your arm thrown over your eyes, “I need a minute. You’re too much.” 

Jungkook feels so good that it gets difficult to stay still in one place. He wants to bounce around and giggle. It feels so good to be your husband! 

Jungkook loves your attention so much. You give the best reactions to his surprises. Jungkook always imagines how you may react to them, but then you always surpass it. He won’t ever grow tired of being your only center of attention and praise and heart eyes. All of it. Jungkook wants all of it. 

He bounces on the mattress in little movements, closing in on you that way until he can climb on your lap and place his hands on each side of your head. 

You drop your arm from your eyes, looking up at him. The bunny ears tangle, the chains of the nipple clamps do as well. The contrast between his cute headgear and the sexy nipple accessories makes you weak in the knees. And that says a lot because you are currently lying down.

You reach up and twirl the chains. Jungkook shifts, feeling the slight tug. It tingles like crazy.

“What am I supposed to do with you, mhm?” you speak to him in your fond Dom voice. 

Jungkook loves this voice so much, fighting the urge to moan like you trained him to do. Not willingly of course, but Jungkook realised that whenever you talk in this voice and he makes pretty sounds, you praise him even better. 

“You’re looking so cute with your little bunny ears, but then you're dressed like such a slut.”

Jungkook moans softly, arching his back.

“See? That’s what I mean. You’re such a cutie and yet you’re such a slut”, you coo and tug on the chain. 

“Mommy”, Jungkook is arching his back again, sticking out his butt. 

“Mhm, Bunny? What do you want me to do with you?”

“Peg me.”

“Peg you? Is that why you're wearing a pretty tail for me?” 

“Yes, Mommy. I, I cleaned out and then prepared myself for you”, he says and climbs off your lap just to turn around and show off his butt this way. He is resting on his feet, sticking out his butt as best as possible. He wiggles his hips, looking over his shoulder.

“Mhm look at you. The tail fits you so well Bunnybaby.” 

“It’s really deep, but not as deep as your cock could go”, he says and turns back to you. He sits in perfect posture, tilting his head to the side, which forces his bunny ears to flop cutely. He runs his hands up your body until he can rest them on each side of your head. He lowers himself, letting his pretty eyes run over your face, “I want your cock so bad, Mommy.”

You twist the sheets and speak through gritted teeth, “the things I want to do to you, holy shit.”

“Mommy…” Jungkook sighs and chases you. You tilt your head up, meeting him in the middle. The kiss feels so good to both of you. Moans mix with each other, lips know exactly how to move and your fingers dig into his dainty waist instantly. He fits so perfectly between your hands. His skin is soft and warm while the leather straps of the harness are rough. The contrast drives you crazy. He feels so fucking good to hold.

Jungkook mewls into your mouth. He lowers himself to his elbows just so he can be closer to you. His fingers shift from the pillow to the crown of your head, giving you a gentle yet greedy massage. Your touch feels so good. Jungkook became so needy as he prepared himself for you and now his skin is extra sensitive. He hopes that you never stop touching him.

You run your fingers from his waist to his buttocks, feeling them up greedily. The jockstrap pushes them up and makes them feel extra plumb. You need to squeeze them. Once. Twice. The desire is too big. You land a little spank with both hands. Just harsh enough that his butt wiggles.

Jungkook squeaks and flinches, breaking the kiss with a shy giggle.

“Mommy”, he gasps, scrunching his nose.

“My Bunny”, you rasp, gazing up at him as your fingers knead his buttocks, “my pretty, sexy Bunny.”

“Yeah, I’m your Bunny”, he says and cups your cheeks to pull you back into the kiss.

You allow him gladly, giving him a chance to think that he is controlling the kiss. He’s so good in showing you the tempo and level of passion he currently needs. You can busy yourself with feeling him up. That’s so much more fun either way. You intentionally leave out his tail for now, knowing that this will make him impatient in the long run. And when Jungkook gets impatient, he becomes a whiney, squirmy mess and you love that state of his'. You dance your hands to his hips and up his waist. Just to the middle of it, then you run them to his back to feel up the harness there. The straps and metal hooks are so hard in contrast to his soft, perfect body.

You linger especially long on the spot where four straps meet and create a small opening in the middle of them. It exposes Jungkook’s spine and you can’t stop tracing it and scratching his skin on each side of it.

Jungkook breaks the kiss after a few seconds, sighing his words, “this feels so good.”

“You’re so soft there.”

“Oh god”, he shudders, pressing himself closer, “Mommy, I want to be treated gently tonight.”

You smile, running your fingers to his neck just so you can play with his undercut.

“You’re my precious prince, Bunny. You can get whatever you want.”

“Then I want to be fucked and loved and, and get all your attention.”

“You’re already getting loved, Bunny”, you whisper, swirling your fingers to his shoulders, “and you’ve got all my attention”, you add as you feel up his choker until you reach the hook where the nipple chains connect with it.

“Then I want more. More and more”, he says, rolling his hips on your lap, “oh god”, he chokes out, chasing your lips. He is still talking as he is kissing you, resulting in messy, amazing kisses, “I’m imagining that your strap’s already there, Mommy. I want to be filled with you so bad.”

“You’re so greedy”, you chuckle fondly, kissing him back with your heart racing unbearably. Sometimes you wonder if there will ever come a day where it will beat a little less for him. You always come to the conclusion that there won’t ever come such a day. On the contrary, day by day, your heart is racing faster and faster for this man.

You trace the chains until you reach the clamps. You outline them, going slow and careful to make sure you remember the feel of them and get him squirmy in the process. And it works. Oh it works too well. Just moments later and Jungkook arches his back to get closer to your touch. The passionate kiss breaks because he needed to be whiney.

“My nipples are sensitive.”

“I know, Bunny”, you coo, flicking the small hoop which connects the chain to the clamps.

“Please touch them. I, I made the clamps tight for you.”

“For me?” still no touch. Just gentle play with the chains to give him a little stimulation.

“Yes to, ah”, he chases your lips, speaks as he does, “to make my nipples swollen for you.”

“You’re such a good boy, Bunny”, you praise, touching his waist. You give him a little push, forcing him to scoot back on your lap so you could sit up. He is taller than you like this, looking down at you with big, sparkly eyes and his hands on your shoulders.

You give him a fond smile and tug him closer, lowering your lips to his right nipple.

“Oh my god”, Jungkook gasps, throwing his hand over his mouth. Like this, his arm cages in your head, giving you a sense of comfort. He squeezes his eyes shut, moaning into his hand.

The nipple clamps grip most of his dainty nipples, leaving your mouth their very tip to explore. You don’t mind. This part has always been the most sensitive for Jungkook and you can wiggle your tongue between parts of the clamps as well to explore his heated up nipple.

His hips are squirmy on your lap, his back keeps chasing you in small arches.

You abandon his right nipple for the sake of his left. You don’t want it to feel left out. Jungkook wants all your attention and you are hellbent on giving it to him.

“Mommy, oh my god, you feel so good”, Jungkook moans, dropping his hand from his mouth to instead cradle the back of your head. He slings his other arm around you, hugging you gently. He buries his nose in the crown of your head, giving you small kisses between his needy moans. This is better than anything he could have imagined.

His cock is so hard in the jockstrap, his hole keeps clenching around the tail plug and reminding him how needy he is. Your tongue is lapping at his nipple, your lips are kissing it. You change between his left and right, making him wish that he could melt with you. It feels so good.

“Thank you, Mommy. You make me feel so good”, he mewls, trembling blissfully. 

His tail keeps poking your lap. You can’t feel its fluffiness as you are wearing sweats. It’s getting harder and harder to stay clothed. His body is burning up and it is torture not to feel his skin against yours.

“Shit, Bunny”, you lull against his chest, lapping at his nipple greedily, “I wanna feel your skin on mine. It gets so hard not to.”

“I can help you undress.”

“You’re such a good boy”, you croak and kiss his nipple one last time because then you lift your head and arms, “do it quickly.”

Jungkook follows obediently. He takes off your jumper, working carefully in order not to hurt your face. He throws it on the floor, letting his eyes run over the white tank top you are wearing. You are going braless and the top is cut in a way which makes your tits look especially pretty. Your nipples are poking through the material, making Jungkook gulp.

“Yes, the tanktop too”, you say, pulling him back to reality.

“Sorry, your tits look so good in the top”, he mumbles in a raspy voice and begins undressing you. It’s the voice he gets when you affect him deeply in a way other than your touches. When your looks and body mesmerise him and drive him crazy, he talks in this deep, raspy voice. You’re obsessed with it.

He throws the top on the floor and cups your breasts instantly, playing with your nipples gently. His palms feel warm and his skin soft. Jungkook has the most perfect hands, manly yet with the most tender of skin. His touch feels so good.

“Mommy, you’re so pretty”, he is back to whining. How adorable.

“Thank you, Bunny. You’re making me feel so good right now”, you say, arching into him.

“So pretty”, he whispers and leans down to suck on your nipples. He doesn’t stay on one for too long, sucking and licking them eagerly. It feels fantastic. His mouth is so incredibly warm and wet.

“Bunny, my pants”, you are sighing the words, ending it with a breathy chuckle, “focus for me, come on.”

“I’m sorry, please don’t be mad. I love your nipples so much”, he says, kissing your neck as an apology. You roll your head to the side, allowing him better access. He is purring as he kisses you, suckling on your skin every now and then to really make it tingle.

“You’re too greedy, Bunny.”

He giggles shyly, “sorry”, he mumbles, earning himself a little buttocks squeeze and a fond chuckle. He lifts his lips from your neck, crawling off your lap to take off your sweats. You lie down for it to make it easier for him, watching him with fond eyes.

Jungkook throws your sweats on the floor as well, running his eyes over your exposed body.

“Wow”, he whispers, touching your thighs, “Mommy, you are so beautiful.”

“Thank you, Bunnybaby”, you say fondly, wiggling your head into a more comfortable position. Like this, you are resting on two pillows, allowing you to see him better, “get on my lap and turn around for me.”

He follows without hesitation. He is resting on all fours, giving view to his bubble butt and the white fluffy tail between his buttocks.

“Closer.”

He listens, shimmying up your body until his knees are resting on each side of your waist and his toes almost touch your arms.

“There we go, I gotta really bask in you”, you praise, “the tail looks so real”, you say.

“I feel so pretty with it”, he confesses, gasping softly when he feels your fingertips dance up his inner thighs.

“You are so pretty with it, Bunny”, you say, feeling up the jockstrap on the spot where his balls meet his taint. He’s so hot to the touch.

Jungkook twists the sheets, moving his butt closer to you in reaction. The touch is just one small change away from where he needs it most. He is so desperate for more.

You touch the tail, give it a gentle squeeze and a little flick with your fingers. 

“So soft”, you say and laugh softly, “shit, it’s so cute how it’s just sitting there.”

“When you touch it, I feel it move”, he says and moans, “please Mommy, don’t tease me please.”

You wiggle his tail, making him press out another plea for more. He’s so pretty when he begs.

“Such a pretty tail”, you coo and grab it, “can Mommy take it out?”

“Yes Mommy, please”, he allows you, clenching his hole in excitement.

“It’s a shame to take it out though. You look so pretty with it”, you say and tug on it, purring in enjoyment when the plug starts slipping out without resistance. He’s so good for you, “no clenching. You’re seriously the best boy”, you say, rewarding him with a slow fuck. There’s the smallest natural resistance whenever you reach the girthiest part at the bottom, but it’s barely noticeable. Jungkook is stretched out so well for you.

“Oh god”, Jungkook gets out, placing his hands on your shins and arching his back. The plug is big enough that you are fucking it against his prostate and it feels like heaven to him. When he walked, he felt the plug shift inside him and said sensations continued as he sat on your lap and made out with you. It resulted in his prostate slowly getting more sensitive and for the current slow fuck to feel almost unbearable.

“It feels so good”, he moans, dropping his head. His floppy bunny ears tangle weakly, showing just how ruined you’ve got him.

“Come closer for me.”

Jungkook obeys.

“There we go, such a good boy”, you praise and reward him by pulling out the plug. His hole gapes for a second, before fluttering closed. Lube squeezes out and runs down to his balls, soaking the jockstrap in the process.

“Please back”, Jungkook begs, clenching his greedy hole. He spent so long being plugged up, that having nothing inside feels like agony.

“You weren’t lying, Bunny. This plug is huge”, you rasp, eyeing it hungrily. It is the perfect hybrid between plug and dildo. Three inches in length, shaped just like a cock with veins and a bulbous head, it ends in a girthy base and a smaller shaft where his rim sits. The white fluff of the tail is soaked in lube where it was pressed against his hole, “that must have made you so desperate. Mhm, Bunny?”

“Yes”, he mewls, arching his back to get closer to you, “please, Mommy don’t tease me please.”

“You’re cute”, you say and place the toy aside. You grab his buttocks and use your grip to pull him onto your face.

“Ah!” he squeaks, lifting himself quickly, “sorry!”

“You did the right thing. Fucking sit on me again”, you order him, tugging him down.

“Oh go-god”, he falls with a shaky moan, squeezing his thighs around your waist when his hole presses down on your tongue, “Mommy, thank you….”

You are sticking out your tongue, wrapping your arms around his middle to move his hips for him. His hole is grinding on the flat of your tongue, getting cleaned from the lube whilst at the same time burning up in pleasure. He tastes artificially sweet at first until his natural taste begins to linger on your tongue. You love it like nothing else, licking him greedily.

“Mommy”, he moans, falling into pleasure he thought never to experience. Which is quite ironic to say because you made him sit on your face a million times before. He should know how it feels to ride your face and yet he still can’t ever believe that it is happening when it does. It always feels like the first time, leaving him dizzy and short of breath.

“Fuck”, your growl vibrates against his sensitive rim, “you taste so good”, you get out and pull him back down, tightening your arms around him as your tongue begins lapping at his hole. It sounds wet and sloppy, feels like paradise.

Jungkook has to gasp and tremble. His hands slip from your legs against his will, forcing him to catch balance in the sheets. He grabs them and twists them, choking out your name while his nose scrunches up in pleasure. His legs are shaking. It’s embarrassing that they are so quick to shake, but it feels so good.

“I can’t get enough of you”, your voice is like electricity against his hole. It’s moments like this, when Jungkook is reminded that he has the biggest kink for your voice. He clenches his hole rhythmically, feeling you growl into him. His clenching intensifies, forcing you to break away, “relax for me. Come on, be my good boy.”

He obeys instantly. He can’t be a bad boy when you’re talking like this. You slip your arms from his middle and place your hands on each of his buttocks, using the leverage to pull him apart. His hole – once so dainty and small – opens up and exposes itself to you. His rim looked so tiny at first, but reveals its true readiness the farther you part him. Jungkook sighs and trembles, letting you know how good it feels to be so freely exposed. He doesn’t feel embarrassed about being so vulnerably open in front of you. As a matter of fact, it turns him on to be that exposed.

“Shit baby, you’re so fucking pretty”, you lull, inspecting his pretty hole greedily.

It flutters at the praise, his breathy voice whispers a weak “Mommy”. It feels so good to be exposed to you. It feels so, so good.

“Lower yourself for me, pretty boy”, you order and stick your tongue out.

Jungkook obeys, letting out a whimper when it results in his stretched out hole to slip down on your tongue. He tries so, so hard not to clench in reaction even if the rest of his body tenses up. He always tenses up when the pleasure overwhelms him. It’s the only way to remotely control how you make him feel.

“Holy fuck”, he whispers, gasping for air repeatedly while his eyes widen and stare at the ruffled sheets. He is getting fucked by warm, wet tongue. His eyes go out of focus, his head tilts back slightly, “Mommy…holy fuck”, he breathes.

You growl, nodding your head as your praise. He comes into contact with your nose, squishing it slightly. Breathing gets difficult, but it’s so worth it when it means that Jungkook is whimpering and trembling above you. 

You wiggle your tongue, enjoying the tightness of his rim greedily. He stretches so well around you, squeezing you in the best way.

“Mommy, I need to- ah!” he moans loudly, shuddering in ecstasy, “I h-have to be loud, I’m s-sorry. Ah!”

You let him know that this is what you want from him by moaning gutturally and giving his hips a small push to show him that you want him to move. Jungkook obeys without hesitation, fucking his hole on your tongue in small movements up and down.

And as he fucks his soft hole on your tongue, he keeps being loud. His fingers keep twisting the sheets and his head can’t decide whether to roll back or tangle weakly. One second he is throwing it back until it gets too much and he drops it again. It forces his bunny ears to flop all over the place, making him look so adorable.

Not that you can currently see. Your vision is blurred, as are your thoughts. He tastes so good, smells even better. There is nothing better in this world than Jungkook. All of him, every single inch, drives you crazy. You let him fuck himself on your tongue until your lungs protest for air and only then you guide him off of you. Your tongue flops out, his hole clenches desperately. Spit covers your face messily, but you couldn’t give two shits. Not when you need him so fucking bad.

You make up for the loss of contact by sucking and kissing at his rim, flicking your tongue over his sensitive parts as you pant for air.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god”, Jungkook is chanting. His head keeps tangling. Any other position was too exhausting. His thighs are squeezing you so much that it hurts just a little.

“Bunny, mhm Bunny”, you growl, pulling him closer even if he protests at first. It is instinct. He doesn’t want to squish you.

“P-please I’ll suffocate you”, he stutters, furrowing his brows as a squeaky moan leaves him. You are trying to fuck your tongue back into his hole, going obsessively rough with it. It gets him so wet, both his hole and his pretty little dick. There is a wet stain on his jockstrap by now. Jungkook can feel the cool air of the room turn it colder than the rest of the fabric. He wants to cup his cock and rub it, but he holds back because he has to twist the sheets instead.

“Please I’m too, too heavy.”

“Shut the fuck up mon amour, I ain’t made of glass”, you spit in what you lovingly call your street-days-dialect, “fuckin’ sit on me wit’ yo’ pretty hole. Make Mommy happy.”

Jungkook feels even the last piece of his sanity crumble. He can handle a lot, but he can’t handle it when you get aggressive with him. He always wants to be a gentleman with you and then you tell him to be quiet and act up. Jungkook gives up, letting you win the fight and therefore pull him down on your face.

You growl into him, making the wettest love to his little hole while your fingers dimple his inner thighs.

Jungkook mewls softly and shudders. His strength forsakes him. He falls to his elbows, resulting in his hole to leave your mouth for just a moment until you pull him back again. You keep lifting your head to meet him, anger fucking his hole with just your tongue. You soothe the punishment with wet kisses and sloppy licks. Jungkook swears that you are currently rewriting his definition of pleasure with just your tongue.

“Mhm”, his voice sound so pretty when he moans, “mhm, mhm, mhm…ah, aha.”

And he can’t stop doing it. He breathes heavily, gasps, moans and hums and you soak up every little sound of him as your starved mouth feasts on his hole.

His jockstrap can barely contain his cock by now. His velvety tip has already slipped out at the side, dripping onto your chest in a constant rhythm. You can feel the wet mess by now. From all the wiggling and squirming you are doing as you eat him out, it has smeared all over your tits by now, covering parts of your nipples as well. You can also feel the warmed up chains of his nipple clamps dance over your tummy as Jungkook keeps shaking above you.

You slide your right hand from his inner thigh and touch his cockhead.

Jungkook squeezes his thighs around you, almost kicking you in the face as his foot twitches in surprise. He drops his head into your thighs, forcing his hot breath to soak your panties.

“I’m close”, he gets out, mouthing at your clothed pussy, “oh god, I can’t hold it for long. Ah!”

“Shit Bunny”, you tilt your head back, giving yourself a chance to speak. Your hand is back on his right thigh, edging him “we gotta stop this or I’ll keep going until I’ve got you cumming.”

“That, that wouldn’t be bad”, he stutters, chasing you while his fingers try to tug your panties to the side, “please, Mommy”, he begs and drags his tongue through your folds. He couldn’t help himself. The scent of your warm, wet pussy was in his nose and it is so close to his mouth, “please��, his voice sends vibrations through you.

“Fine, fuck”, you lick your lips, rolling your hips up as his tongue keeps lapping at you, “I can keep going or I’ll fuck you. You decide.”

Jungkook lets out the first sob of the evening. Even now – when you sound so ruined by all of this – you find strength in yourself to tease him and mess him up. You are so cruel without even doing anything. Jungkook wants to keep sitting on your face so fucking bad, but the thought that he could miss out on orgasming around your strap makes him hesitate.

“I want Mommy’s cock”, he decides in the end, lifting his lips from your pussy, “please.”

“Very well. Do you have the strap here?”

“Yes, your red suitcase”, he answers you and buries his tongue back between your folds. He keens happily, lapping at you with a hot, dripping tongue.

“Okay, Bunny. Good boy”, you are keeping him with you as you run your finger over his rim, “get it for me.”

“I don’t know if I can. My legs are so weak”, he confesses and whimpers, kissing your clit as a weak apology “I’m sorry, Mommy”, he adds, drawing quick circles.

“Fine”, you give in, “get off of me. I’ll get it.”

“Mommy”, he mewls, burying himself deeper between your legs.

“Bunny”, you warn, swallowing down the gasp he almost licks out of you. What he does feels fucking amazing, but you have to stay strong. It’ll be so worth it.

“Mhm mhm”, Jungkook hums, sucking on your clit while his nose is buried between your folds.

“Fuck”, you hiss, arching your back, “Bunny, come…on”, you give his buttocks a soft spank, “don’t be like that. Come on, get up.”

“Mh-hm”, he shakes his head, pushing your thighs apart as his mouth laps at your pussy more vigorously. Your panties dig deep into his fingers as he keeps it pulled away from you, your hips smother him as they thrust up against your will.

“Bunny, listen- ah”, you gasp and moan, dropping your hands from his ass to instead twist the sheets. He makes you feel so good that it’s impossible to function, “Bunny-ah listen to, to ah fuck, listen to me. Fuck, ah.”

Jungkook moans into you, connecting his tongue with your clit as he keeps sucking on it. It results in a mixture of rough sucking sensations broken up by the hottest wetness ever. Mixed with his needy moans and his pretty nose fucking your dripping hole and you are quite frankly, done for.

You roll your eyes back and drop your back.

“You fucking brat”, you choke out, orgasming on his tongue with such intensity that you forget how to moan.

Jungkook whimpers needily, licking you through your orgasm until a sudden harsh spank to his ass forces him to throw his head back.

“Ah!” he lets out, clenching his hole aggressively. A spank on it follows. It stings and forces tears to Jungkook’s eyes.

“You little, disobedient brat”, you spit. Your voice is distorted from the pleasure he made you feel, raspy and deep. Jungkook feels his senses blur. Holy shit, he has such a kink for your voice. You spank his hole again, forcing the fire to burn deeper by pressing the pad of your thumb against it and applying pressure.

He writhes on top of you, struggling to stay on his elbows.

“I told you to listen. Is it so hard to follow a simple order, mhm?” you growl.

“I’m sorry”, he whimpers, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Oh god, Mommy.”

“Good. I fucking hope you are”, you spit and give him one last spank to really get the message across.

Jungkook shudders, leaking onto your tits.

You soothe the burn with a gentle finger, changing your voice as you speak.

“Now get off of me”, you say in a sweet voice, messing with Jungkook’s poor heart.

“Mommy, please”, he begs and rolls off of you. He drops to his back, licking his lips hungrily, “wanted to make you feel good, oh god”, he whines, exhaling shakily as his hands come down to play with his cock. He does it instinctively, writhing on the sheets with one of his legs propped up.

“Don’t you dare make yourself cum”, you warn and stumble out of bed with weak knees. You manage to walk to your red suitcase and squat down even if you are dizzy. He’s got you really good with his mouth. You don’t have to look for long because you keep your toys organized.

“Where is the lube, Bunny?”

“I forgot it in the bathroom. I’m sorry, Mommy oh god. I, I can get it.”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll get it”, you say and leave the room.

You decide to slip on the strap in the bathroom, using a grinder on the inside to make it enjoyable for you. You look at yourself in the mirror for a moment. The strap is similar to your skin colour and curves just right to stimulate his deeper pleasure spots. It looks so good on you. And with that thought in mind, you hurry back to Jungkook.

He is kneeling on the floor when you come back, keeping his head lowered. His cock is stuffed back into the jockstrap and his hands are on top his thighs with their palms facing up. His bunny ears, although only fake, look so sad as they tangle from each side of his head.

“What are you doing down there? Gosh, Bunny”, you gasp, hurrying to him.

“I want to apologise. I, I should have gotten the strap and, and the lube. I’m sorry, Mommy”, he says honestly and bows.

“Gosh, you stupid noodle stop that”, you say, pulling him back up with nothing more than two fingers under his chin, “you’re my precious prince and Mommy’s here to treat you, yeah?”

“So you, you won’t punish me?” he asks.

“Of course not, Bunnybaby”, you reassure him.

Jungkook releases a shuddering breath, “Mommy”, he chokes out, gazing up at you with sparkly eyes.

You give him a playful smirk, “unless you want me to punish you, mhm? Didn’t have enough of getting your hole spanked?”

He giggles, lifting his shoulders to his ears, “yeah, that was fun”, he confesses, scrunching his nose up.

“Cutie”, you say, leaning down to kiss his forehead.

Jungkook moves into the kiss with closed eyes, opening them when you pull back. They shift to your cock for a second and linger.

“You like it?” you ask him, gripping it by its base while your other hand still holds his chin.

“Yes”, he gets out, parting his lips, “you look so pretty with cock, Mommy.”

“Thank you, Bunny.”

Jungkook closes the distance between his lips and the tip of your strap, kissing it while his devoted eyes gaze up at you.

Your breath hitches in your throat. He looks so pretty like this.

“I love Mommy’s cock”, he whispers and flicks his tongue over the tip, ending it with a droopy smile.

You feel yourself melt, ruffling his hair gently enough not to rip out the clips from the ears.

“Get back on bed, Bunny and let me fuck you.”

“Can you fuck me in lotus position?”

“Of course I can. Everything my Bunny wants, my Bunny gets.”

“Don’t say that”, Jungkook mumbles and giggles. He is so happy. He feels especially soft tonight and you know exactly how to handle him to keep him in the headspace.

You take a step back and walk to the bed, climbing on top of it. You fluff up the pillows so you can rest back into them. Once you are comfortable, you move your legs into the right position. Jungkook followed you as you did all of that, climbing onto bed after you. He is now waiting for you to get your legs comfortable.

Your eyes meet.

“Come closer”, you order as you spread a generous amount of lube on your strap.

Jungkook follows excitedly, positioning himself on top of you. He places his hands on your shoulders, looking down at you.

You smile up at him, connecting your fingers with his hole to spread the lube. He shivers, sighing softly.

“My pretty Bunny”, you whisper, “I can’t get enough of you in those ears.”

“They’re connected to my hair.”

“I know, I felt the clips”, you say and push a finger into him, watching in delight how his eyes go out of focus and his lips fall open.

You curl your finger as you fuck it in and out of him, gazing into his eyes as deeply as possible. 

“You’re so soft inside”, you praise, poking his walls, “my pretty Bunny’s soft everywhere.”

“It’s hard to concentrate”, he confesses, scrunching his brows.

“Want more?”

He nods his head, “yes please.”

“Shit, you’re such a good boy”, you mumble and slip your middle finger into him as well, “the shit you pulled before wasn’t like you. Mhm, why did you act up Bunnybaby? Mhm?”

“Wanted Mommy to feel good”, he lulls his words, finding it hard to look into your eyes. Your fingers fill him out so well.

“You wanted me to feel good”, you repeat, massaging his prostate.

“A-ah.”

“Shit Bunny, when you say it like that it almost makes me feel bad that I punished you.”

“No, it was so…good, ah holy shit this feels so good, ah”, Jungkook gets out and moans, closing his eyes.

“Mhm, I know”, you purr, slipping your fingers free just to make him mewl desperately. You grip his hips, giving them a gentle tug, “take it at your pace, Bunny.” 

Jungkook grabs your cock and lowers himself. He manages to get as far as the tip and then moves up again.

“More lube”, he says.

“Hurts?”

“Yeah, it’s too dry.”

You lube up your cock more, spreading the access on his hole, “try it again.”

Jungkook lowers himself. Your tip slips past his rim easily.

“How’s that?” you ask him, caressing his tensing buttocks.

“Mh-hm”, he lets out, furrowing his brows. His frown worries you.

“Are you okay? Bunny, take it slow if it hurts”, you tell him.

Jungkook frowns harder, sinking down more.

“Bunny, take it slow for me.”

“Mommy, please be quiet. I need to concentrate”, he whines and pouts with big eyes.

“Oh you-”, you laugh, throwing your head back, “you little brat.”

“I have to concentrate”, he murmurs and sinks down the last inches. Now he is sitting on your lap with you cock all the way up his ass, “ah”, he lets out in a sigh, dropping his head in the crook of your neck. His arms hug you, his legs wrap around you. He begins rocking himself on your lap, moaning into your neck quietly.

“Is that better?” you ask him, caressing his lower back. You can feel his muscles shift and tense under his skin. Just as you can feel his thighs tense as he moves on your strap.

“Yeah”, he mewls, nodding his head, “oh god, you’re so deep.”

“I know, Bunny. You’re taking all of me”, you speak softly, grabbing his pretty butt to help him with the movements, “you’re such a good boy taking me like that.”

“Oh fuck, ah fuck”, he whimpers, hugging you tight against him, “I’m so stuffed with Mommy. Ah! Ah”, he shudders, increasing his movements. He still keeps you deep inside, grinding on your lap as his legs tremble around your waist. He doesn’t need to bounce. As a matter of fact, what he is currently doing feels so much better than any bouncing ever could. Because your cock is so deep and really stays at one area, it can stimulate all those sensitive spots inside and Jungkook has way too many of them. And they are way too fucking sensitive on top of that. Every second with you feels like ecstasy even if he hasn’t orgasmed yet.

“Yeah, you are. So filled with me”, you whisper, squeezing his buttocks, “so filled with me. Such a good boy for me. Such a good boy.”

“Mommy”, Jungkook whimpers, falling into you. It forces your back deeper into the pillows and allows him to grip the edge of the headboard. It hurts his nails, but he barely notices it. Everything feels way too good. He is so far gone. Not only in the pleasure, but also the safe headspace. He is on your lap, he can feel your naked chest against his, smells your warm scent, has you holding him and on top of that, his leaky cock grinds against your stomach while your strap stimulates every single spot inside him. There is not a single thing which isn’t right currently. This is perfect and it’s ruining Jungkook to the point where he genuinely has to sob.

“Breathe Bunny, it’s okay”, you soothe him, closing your arms around his torso whilst burying one of your hands deep in his hair.

The hug soothes him so much and makes him sob again because he is so close to you.

“Can I cum? Please”, he begs squeakily, “make me feel…so good. Everything feels so good. Oh god”, he gets out, ending it with a high-pitched whimper and his body trembling in your lap.

“Whenever you are ready, Bunny. I’m right here”, you allow him, hugging him safely.

“Now”, he gets out, “oh god, Mommy now”, he moans and feels how your strap makes him cum. It starts deep in his ass. Right where the silicon toy kept grinding against his pleasure spots. Describing the orgasm as hot wouldn’t be enough. It is so much more than that. Jungkook feels it everywhere and he feels it so deep that it gets very hard to stay conscious. His body twitches and convulses on top of you and you know that he has no control over it. His cock doesn’t release, but throbs so aggressively that it slips out of his jockstrap again. And his voice sounds so consumed by his orgasm that you feel yourself gasp for air as well. You know exactly how good he feels right now, holding him through his high until those shakes slowly die down.

“Good boy, oh my good boy”, you praise him, hugging his waist with your left arm while you let your right hand slip to his cock. You pick it up to jerk it off.

“Ah”, Jungkook arches his back so he can press his chest closer, his trembling arms close around you as his fingers grab a bundle of your hair, “ah, ahm, ah, o-oh.”

He didn’t cum with his cock. He knows that he didn’t, so getting touched by you right now, forces him straight back to the start.

“Oh god, ah, fuck. A-ah, ahm, ah”, he is struggling with producing moans, resulting in them to sound just a little strained but so fucking honest. Only you can make him moan like this. Only you can get him that ruined so it is even difficult to make sounds. And yet, he still tries to because it’s the only way to handle you.

“Good boy, my good boy”, you praise him as you jerk his cock, rolling your hips up to keep his hole stimulated as well. You don’t want any of that sweet, sweet pleasure to die down. You need him ruined and you are going to do it in the gentlest of ways. This kind of way always hits the deepest.

It’s easy to ruin someone with a rough and fast fuck. You just got to pound them hard enough and they’ll feel destroyed.

The proof of a good fuck is how well you can destroy someone with minimal movements. That’s where the real talent lies. And you? Oh you. You are one talented motherfucker.

“Feels so good”, Jungkook is whimpering even if he can barely produce moans. Your shoulder is wet because he keeps spilling tears. He thinks his eyes might be stuck after you made them cross, he can’t seem to find his focus again. His head is dizzy and he can hear his heartbeat in his ears. You are ruining him with nothing but a slow handjob and your hips grinding up into him.

“Yeah, feels amazing”, you agree, “I’ve got you Bunny.”

Jungkook sobs, convulsing on top of you as if you just thrusted into him with all your strength. His cock throbs between your fingers, his fingers grip for your desperately. He doesn’t know where to touch, what to hold of you to make all of this easier to bear.

“Mommy”, he tries to call your name, maybe that will make it easier, but it doesn’t.

“I’m here, Bunny. I’ve got you”, you soothe him, sliding your left arm down his waist until you can press your fingers against his hole. You massage his stretched rim, giving him a reminder that he already orgasmed once and that he is terribly sensitive now.

“I can’t do this”, he sobs and convulses, “oh god please”, he pulls you closer, needing your warmth to survive.

“Break? Or need it closer?”

“Closer ple-please.”

You hug him strongly, tightening your grip around his cock just as you increase the pressure on his hole.

“Closer.”

The hug gains in intensity. You can barely move your hand up and down his cock, deciding on putting your attention on his tip instead. You massage his wet slit, giving it just a little bit of a stretch as you fuck the pad of your thumb into it. Your fingers are around the base of his tip, massaging it in rhythmical squeezes.

He begins panting, releasing loud noises each time he breathes out. He can’t stop. They leave him in sync with his body convulsing on top your lap. He drops each time he exhales, sagging his shoulders with it before his harsh inhale forces them to lift again and with it also Jungkook. Just a little, but it’s so intense for him that he is a little scared.

“Good boy, my good boy. You’re my good boy”, you praise him and kiss the shell of his ear.

Jungkook climaxes. He can’t tell you that he does, he also can’t change his voice before it happens, it just takes over. It starts at his slit this time around. The gentle fuck you gave it was too much. From there, it took over his whole cock until your strap did the rest.

Jungkook thought that the first orgasm was intense, but this is on another level. He claws at you in hopes of making it easier, even buries his teeth in your shoulder as his body shakes uncontrollably. But nothing helps. The fire feels endless. It is as if Jungkook never orgasmed before.

“Yes baby, my good boy”, Jungkook can hear you choke out and judging by the sound of your voice, you are orgasming with him. The thought makes it even more intense for him and by the time it finally starts to get easier, Jungkook has to sob.

“My Bunny, oh my Bunny”, you speak shakily, holding him so tightly while your lips litter him with kisses, “good job, my good boy. You did such a good job. I know Bunny, let it all out. You did so well.”

“It feels so good”, he presses out, “so good, Mommy”, he wails, pressing you closer with his fingers deep in your hair.

“I know Bunny, oh I know. My good boy, you took all of this so well.”

“Oh god”, Jungkook shudders, “oh god.”

“My good boy”, you keep praising him. It makes it so worthwhile to come back to you, “I love you so much, my good Bunnybaby.”

“Oh god, Mommy”, he gets out, trembling uncontrollably one last time before some of his clarity comes back. It’s difficult to come back sometimes. Jungkook loves being in subspace, so sometimes it’s hard for him to accept that he has to get back to reality again. It would make Jungkook feel really awful to be forced out of it entirely the moment the sex ended and you never make him feel this way. You always help him come back in such a nice way. You make him slip out of it far enough that you can do aftercare with him, but also allow him to stay in it deep enough that he can feel fuzzy even long after the main sex act ended.

“My good boy, you’re such a good boy”, you praise him, rubbing his buttocks gently, “how’s the stretch?”

He shakes his head.

“Doesn’t hurt?”

He nods his head.

“Then we’ll stay like this for a little, yeah?”

He nods his head again, hugging you tightly.

“And once you’re ready, I’ll give you a nice warm bath before we’ll have yummy dinner and lots of snuggles in bed. Yeah?”

He giggles, nodding his head.

“Yeah Bunnybaby, let’s do that”, you say, giving him a gentle squeeze, “fuck, I adore you.”

“I adore you too”, he whispers, “thank you so much for everything.”

“Mhm Bunny”, you sigh, kissing his shoulder as you pull him closer with the harness twisted in your fingers, “mine.”

Jungkook sighs in overwhelming happiness, pressing himself closer as his heart bursts for you. Yeah, you really make it so worthwhile to come back.

[suashii]

— 𝒷𝒶𝒹 𝓇𝑒𝓅𝓊𝓉𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 ౨ৎ

haitani rindou x reader. 1.3k w.c. ﾉ sfw ﾉ fluff ﾉ college au-ish :3 ﾉ just some rindou lovin' ﾉ repost!

it’s been a while since you've been out with your friends. can you really call them that, though? they are classmates at the very least, ones that feel compelled to invite you to their gatherings. it’s thoughtful, you’ll give them that, but part of you wishes they didn’t. maybe the outing is just boring or maybe they have all grown dull, but either way, it’s easy to zone out in their presence. their chatter seems distant. you don’t even really know what they’re talking about—something regarding everyone’s plans for this saturday.

“what about you?” the girl beside you nudges your ribs to gain your attention—and it works. the jab is surprisingly painful given how small she is. “can you make it?”

“sorry, i already have plans with someone else.”

“aww,” she whines at your answer, “who are you hanging out with? maybe they can tag along.”

“rindou.”

all the idle chatter at the table stops upon the mere utterance of his name. suddenly, all eyes are on you. he’s popular, but not for the right reasons. not many people are fond of him. and you never minded that, but the people who dislike him don’t just dislike him; they’re afraid of him. so although you have no problem associating yourself with him, you’ve learned quickly that bringing him up around others often leads to unsavory reactions. you slipped up at this moment.

“you mean… haitani rindou?”

“mhm.” you’re aware of the common consensus when it comes to rindou and what people think of him, but you want to test the waters and see how your peers perceive him. “why? what’s wrong with him?”

the replies flood in like a tsunami.

“he only hangs out with his brother and you know how much trouble ran is.”

“yeah, they’re total scumbags. i’m pretty sure they’ve almost gotten arrested—and on multiple occasions at that.”

“you’re perfectly capable of surrounding yourself with better company. why on earth would you want to be seen with him?”

“that’s really none of your concern.” the last comment strikes a nerve and causes you to raise your voice. shocked eyes accompanied by gaping mouths stare at you in surprise. you don’t know why you expected their responses to be any different. everyone jumps to the same conclusion and they aren’t an exception. their feelings about him are crystal clear. if they think so poorly of him, they have no place in your life. “and i’d rather not talk to you guys if you’re going to continue to speak about him like that. i’m leaving now.”

and with that, you stand up, collect your things, and start on your way home.

• • •

rindou is in the kitchen when you walk through the door. a head of blonde hair sits at the small table, slurping up ramen noodles. the steam wafting from the bowl leaves the lenses of his gold-framed glasses foggy. your keys clatter when they meet the ceramic of the dish that holds little things like chapstick and mini box cutters. the noise grabs rindou’s attention, his gaze abandoning his food in favor of looking at your figure that approaches to take a seat next to him. he didn’t think he would see you back so soon; it felt like you had just left. but he doesn’t say a word, instead, offering you the noodles hanging from his chopsticks. you lean forward to accept the mouthful of spicy ramen. every other bite of what remains in the bowl is reserved for you.

you stay attached to his hip for the rest of the day; helping him wash the dishes even though it’s your least favorite chore, sitting in his lap and snuggling into his neck as he boots up his computer to play who knows what game with his friends—you even go as far as getting comfortable on the lid of the toilet while he takes his shower for the night. it isn’t unusual for you to take care of his hair once he emerges from the steamy room, combing out the tangled strands of blonde and blue before pulling out the hair dryer. after the locks are fluffy and dry, his hair sits in a neat bun on the top of his head. the only pieces that escape are the ones not quite long enough to be tied up with the rest.

you wonder if your actions came off as overbearing; not that you would care if they did. the conversation from earlier reminded you of how poorly people regarded your boyfriend. someone has to love him when everyone else thinks so little of him, and you’re more than happy to be that person.

and you’re content at the moment, practically lying on top of him, your fingers tracing each curve of the black ink tattooed into his skin. you can feel the thumping of his heart, hear the rhythmic beat of it in your ear.

“what’s wrong?” rindou speaks up out of the blue. so then he had noticed the shift in your behavior.

“what do you mean?” you feign ignorance. you know rindou was fully aware of his reputation, but that doesn’t stop you from wanting to shield him from the harshness of others.

“you’re even clingier than usual.”

“i’m not clingy,” you mumble against his chest.

“mm, yeah, you are.” he pinches your cheek that isn’t pressed against him. it doesn’t hurt but you look up at him regardless. lilac eyes peer down at you. the blank expression on his face may not show it, but his gaze is enough to tell you that he’s concerned. “are you gonna tell me what happened or not?”

rindou isn’t the type to push you, to make you tell him something you aren’t ready to tell. if you told him you didn’t want to talk about it, you were sure he’d let it go. but since it’s weighing so heavily on your mind, maybe it is best to share. “i brought your name up in front of some classmates and they said some pretty rude stuff about you.”

he snorts as if what you were worried about was silly. and to him, it is. it doesn’t bother him—the wandering eyes, the hushed whispers, the anxious avoidance. everything that you seem to be hyperaware of is the norm for rindou. and he can understand why it upsets you, he wouldn’t want people speaking ill of you, but he’s accustomed to his bad reputation. “i thought i told you not to let stuff like that get to you. you know i don’t give a shit about what people think.”

“well, i do.” maybe you shouldn’t, not to the extent you do, anyway. but after getting to know rindou, the real rindou, you can’t help but feel offended when people reduce him to nothing more than a no-good criminal. sure, he isn’t a saint, but he’s far from evil. what gave them the right to form opinions when they only got a glimpse of one side of him? “they shouldn’t get to judge you if they don’t even know you.”

he lets out a heavy, dramatic sigh, the breath heaving from his chest causing your head to raise. though, not long after, his lips find their way to your hairline, pressing a light kiss to the skin. his hand runs up and down your arm, “it doesn’t matter how often i tell you, huh?”

“nope.” you shamelessly reply. you’ll never stand for people demeaning the man you’ve come to love.

“how stubborn,” he clicks his tongue. it’s clear that this was a matter he won’t be able to change your mind on. of course, he doesn’t care what people think about him, but seeing you so protective of him and his image is oddly endearing. “so what, are you my defender or something?”

“mhm,” you hum, letting your eyes drift shut, “now and always.”

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[shinsmarlboro]

Strums of Seduction.

Dedicated to my mutual on TikTok, she knows who she is <3

Tags: Kazutora is a flirt, you go viral lol, gender neutral reader, reader is whipped for Kazutora and honestly that's so real, celebrity au, alternate timeline.

Kazutora first saw you at one of his concerts, mesmerised as you danced to the practised strumming of his electric guitar. What set you apart was that you didn't have your cell phone out, choosing simply to bask in the moment of it all. It was something he appreciated, since nowadays people have become attached to their phones.

Your reaction to him smiling at you was something that caused him to laugh a little though it couldn't be heard over the loud voices of the crowd. As the intro for the next song rolled in, he pulled Atsushi, the lead singer, aside just before he sang their third song.

“Sorry to delay you all, how ‘bout we have one of our fans come on stage?” He smirked at the cheerful response from his fans. “Let's have ‘em dance with us.”

The drummer blushed as some of his fans loudly declared wanting to dance around him, one even holding up a sign that asked for his hand in marriage.

“Is that a good idea?” Atsushi asked, a sheepish grin plastered across his face.

“C'mon man…” Kazutora nudged his arm. “You don't wanna say no to them, do you? I get it, I see so many pretty faces in the crowd I’m starting to get shy now.”

He let out a satisfied hum as his words elicited lovestruck squeals from his fans, both male and female.

Sauntering towards the edge of the podium, eager eyes watched as he extended his hand towards you to take.

You felt yourself shiver like a leaf, mouth agape and eyes never leaving Kazutora’s flawless face. As silly as it sounded, his beauty drew you in like a moth to a flame, the voices around you minimised as though you both solely existed in that moment. Slowly, you placed your hand in his and he hoisted you onto the podium.

Your legs nearly gave out as you drank in the sight of the band - Souya was behind the drums, his vibrant cerulean curls just as lush as in the photos. The lead singer, Atsushi, in his captivating yet unconventional mohawk style and a smile on his face as he interacted with fans.

Then, your attention fixed on the main singer, who had his hand clasped in yours.

“You okay?” He asked. letting go of your hand and bringing you back to reality.

You simply nodded, not wanting to embarrass yourself by squeaking out a response that sounded similar to a dying cat.

He laughed, noticing your tense posture and lightly patted your shoulder. “Relax, will ya?” He leaned closer, still leaving some space between you so you are not uncomfortable. He made sure to lower his microphone so his words could be heard by you only, to the disappointment of his inquisitive fans.

“You were dancing your ass off moments ago, what happened to that fire, hm?”

You bit your inner cheek so hard it drew blood. You thought it had been your mind playing tricks on you, but he noticed you. Kazutora fucking Hanemiya had seen you dancing like an idiot.

Heat creeped up into your cheeks. He didn't seem to be weirded out by it, so that was a good thing.

“It's not the same..” You murmured.

He quirked a brow just as Atsushi hyped up the crowd. It was a furtive signal that indicated that the band would soon start playing.

Kazutora placed a hand on your shoulder. “Just let loose. Let the music guide you, as they say.” He followed it up by a wink.

You gave him a half nod, watching as he adjusted his electric guitar.

Right. Just don't make a fool out of yourself, again. You told yourself as you wiped your clammy palms on your denims.

When you got off stage, your legs felt like jello and eyes blown wide in fascination. You didn't even budge as one of your friends snaked her arm around you and the other screamed her lungs out because you had your once-in-a-billion moment with the sought-after celebrity.

After that concert, the band got even more popular and scoring concert tickets was like playing the lottery game. You'd observe with envy as fans interacted with the band members during fan signs and concerts, fortunately you were grateful you got to have a viral moment with Kazutora Hanemiya, even with the death threats sent to you from fans, anons and a couple of middle-aged women, you felt content.

As time passed, you soon came to realise that you might not attend another concert. With having to tackle work and school, it was damn near impossible to find the time to go out to have fun, talkless of concerts.

At 9 PM on a Friday night, you finished mopping the floors of the café eager to close up the shop and head on home basking in the momentary freedom the weekend gave you before heading on back to work on Sunday.

The bell rang, indicating that a customer was here. You let out an audible grumble and turned around with the fakest customer-service grin you could muster up for the umpteenth time, except you were at your breaking point.

The customer took off his hoodie and you were blessed with the opportunity to stare into his beautiful gold eyes and that tiger tattoo you spotted despite his neck being concealed for the most part.

“I'm sorry, are you about to close for the night?” The familiar timbre in his smooth voice sounded nice in your ears. Still, you were irritated, whether there happened to be a hottie or not.

“Yeah, it's a shame,” You replied, with feign disappointment.

A nervous chuckle fell from his lips as he rubbed his nape. “I figured.” He fished out his phone to check the time. “I mean, it's pretty late already. The moment he took out his phone, your eyes got fixated on the Swastika symbol against his clear phone case, not only that but his onyx fingernails under the lighting.

Could it be or were you going crazy from lack of adequate sleep?

He could feel you staring at him, so he met your gaze and a flash of recognition dawned on his face. “Wait… it's you.”

You frowned. What the hell? “You know me?”

He nodded, a broad grin spreading on his face. “Hell yeah I do!” He laughed softly. “Dancing-machine?”

Your eyes widened as he uttered the name of the hashtag under your viral video. Heat instantly flooded your cheeks as you cleared your throat.

“Do you remember me? Don't tell me you have forgotten my face already,” He teased, putting his phone back in his pocket.

“How could I forget?” You fiddled with your mop, laughing sheepishly. “I should be asking you that question, I mean what.”

“I have a pretty solid memory.” He rubbed his chin, thinking for a moment. “L/N wasn't it?”

Your heart fluttered. You knew that he was great at memory games as proven in one of the moments he had to memorise cards on a variety show, but it made you feel touched.

“Wow…” Another laugh fell from your lips. “It's been a while. How the hell did you not forget?”

He gave a noncommittal shrug. “I never forget my fans. Especially the pretty ones.”

You stiffened, unsure of how to respond or react. “Oh um…that's thoughtful of you?”

You could sense the awkward tension threatening to consume the atmosphere and so you quickly changed the subject.

“Uh, how about you take a seat?” You offered, taking down the chairs on the freshly waxed floors.

“What?” He looked confused.

“You wanted to order something, right?”

“Oh no I couldn't…” He watched you, feeling abashed as he observed you pull out a chair for him.

“I insist, now sit down and let me take your order,” You commanded.

He gave you a rare nervous smile. “You really don't have to.”

“Yes I do. I mean, no one's here and you can eat without fangirls flocking to you for your autograph.”

“You're still here though.”

You clicked your tongue playfully. “I am a grown ass, I don't have time to be squealing over celebrities,” You spoke coolly and walked away, muttering about getting the menu for him, even though internally you were freaking the fuck out. What were the odds of seeing your favourite celebrity at your workplace?

You returned, placing it before him on the table. “Take your time.”

You couldn't help but sneak glances as he skimmed through the options. It was as though his face had this magnetic energy that pulled your eyes in, or maybe he was just too handsome for your weak heart.

He pressed his lips together, hesitating for a moment. “Uh… If it ain’t much of a hassle, how about soufflé pancakes?”

You relaxed a little when he chose the less tedious option. “Of course. Want anything to drink?”

“Just water.” He smiled at you.

His eyes subtly roamed your form as you took the menu from him and made your way to the kitchen.

As you stirred the batter, you couldn't help but feel his eyes on you. You did a taste test, finding an opportunity to look at him from the peripheral of your vision; He leaned back to get a better view of you from the kitchen.

You weren't exactly looking your best, after an eight-hour shift you were bound to look unkempt. You thought to yourself about what it was that could be interesting enough about your appearance to have him stare at you.

He's just hungry. Focus on the damn pancake, broke ass bitch. You berated yourself in your head as you poured the gooey mix in the pan and set to frying.

Minutes later, you had a tray of soufflé pancakes with a drizzle of whipped cream and maple syrup. Sliced strawberries surrounded the plate rather neatly to Kazutora's amusement.

“Strawberries weren't on the menu.” He raised a questioning.

“I can get rid of them if you'd like,” You suggested.

He shook his head. “No way. I love strawberries. It was just an observation.”

You let out a hum, feeling your muscles ache as you placed his order before him and made to go back to the kitchen.

“Hey uh on second thought, how about I just take this home instead?”

You turned to look at him. There wasn't any sign of dissatisfaction on his charming face but it unnerved you the more, knowing how two-faced celebrities could be.

You cleared your throat and muttered a ‘Sure’, approaching his table to take his plate to get it ready for takeaway. You silently wondered why he chose to take it home; you didn't mind staying behind just for him even as late as the night was getting.

Handing the takeaway bag to him, he mumbled a ‘Thank you’ as he looked at his phone. He raised his head to meet your gaze. “You accept transfers too, right?”

You recited the café's account details while he typed it down with his nimble thumbs. He showed you proof that he made the transaction and you nodded slightly, a friendly smile spread across your face.

“Thank you for coming,” You said, moving to put up the chairs back on the table.

“Thank you for your time.” He shot back, letting out a brief chuckle.

Tension threatened to invade the room as it fell into silence. You were too exhausted to respond, but not saying anything would be seen as rude so you hummed to let him know that you acknowledged his words.

“Say, you think I can have your number?” He asked, as if he was in a hurry. “I have practice in a few so I wanna make it quick, in case I don't see you again.”

In that moment your heart dropped into your ass. You stared at him wide-eyed and expectant for him to declare his words as a joke. Instead he stared back at you, patiently smiling.

“I…”

“You know what, I'll just write it down.” He turned his back on you, dipping his hand into his tote bag to get out a journal and a pen. With a couple of hurried flips, he tore out a quarter of a page. He slid the cap of his pen between his teeth and scribbled his digits on it, while he did so you just stared like a fool, hands clasped in front of your apron.

He left it on the table, packing up his stuff in his bag and draped it over his shoulder whilst he held his order in his right grasp.

“Make sure you text me when you find the time!” He waved at you then turned around to pull up his hoodie as he walked off into the night.

Your hand trembled as you held the piece of paper, gawking at the series of numbers. A wave of excitement washed over you followed by an inhumane scream, the exhaustion suddenly leaving your entire body as you replayed what just happened in your head.

___________________________________________

You and Kazutora’s friendship had begun to grow despite both of your hectic schedules and occasionally having to adapt to the different time zones whenever he went on tour. The more you talked to him, the more you realised that he was just like any other person but more talented.

You had managed to keep it a secret to your friends about befriending the popular lead guitarist. After all it had nothing to do with them.

“They can be a handful at times.” You sighed, chopping up vegetables unevenly that struck mild concern from the man on the phone. You had gotten into a squabble with your two friends recently and you couldn't be bothered to deal with their shit when you had so much on your plate.

“Hey,  you must have been acting a certain way for them to tease you like that.”

You halted your actions, looking at him with an accusatory gaze. “Are you taking their side?”

“No, no,” Kazutora said, sensing your growing irritation. You had been like this for a couple of days: quick to annoy, harder to reason with.

“It's just, you've been cranky lately,” He pointed out tentatively.

“I'm just tired,” You defended.

“You said that last time.” He adjusted his phone position, bringing the device closer to his face.

“I'm telling the truth.” You chopped the veggies with more aggression than intended.

“I didn't say you were lying.” He exasperated.

You were over it. As dashing as he was, keeping this back and forth going would end in you lashing out on him. And so, you reached out about to hang up.

“So…” He drawled awkwardly “...I hope this isn't shitty timing but I was wondering if you could meet up with me one of these days,” He suggested, rubbing his nape. “I really need your opinion on something.”

You gave him a look, your index finger grazing lightly against the re d telephone icon. “This isn't some sort of trap right?”

“What?” He choked out.

“Forget it.” You put the knife down and let out a long sigh, hands gripping the sides of the kitchen counter. You needed a break, a break from all the crap going on in your life.

“I’ll look into my schedule and see if I can fit you in.” You mustered up the strength to faintly smile at him on your screen. “I have to go now.”

“Okay but don't forget. It's really important.” He emphasized just as you hung up.

Days later, you texted him informing him that you would be free on a weekend, and he arranged for a taxi to come pick you up despite your complaints.

He stood outside in all his glory beside a motorcycle you assumed was his, dressed in a loose tee and black cargo pants. He noticed you almost immediately and jogged up to meet you.

He took off his mask to greet you with an attractive smile. “You have no idea how happy I am to see you.” He gave you a side hug which you leaned into.

As he led you into the building, you spotted the electric guitar reposed on the concrete floor and the balls of crumpled paper beside the culpable notebook sprawled open before his feet. Colourful graffiti spread across the unpainted walls, rays of sunlight acted as the only light source in the bleak surroundings except the slightly opened door on the verge of collapse.

“Sorry, it's a bit of a mess.” He laughed nervously, side stepping the empty boxes of ramen and coffee cups

“I was here all night.”

You assured him that it was fine as you sat down on the worn-out couch. Inviting you here meant he trusted you enough to see him like this, it made your heart flutter.

“My dormitory can be a real mess. Worse than this, trust me.” You took off your bag, placing it on a table as you sat on the low chair. “You said you were here all night? You mean you slept here?”

He shook his head. “Nah. I just worked on the finishing touches of the song before I send it to my producer.”

The news regarding the anonymous release date of their band’s 2nd album circulated rather quickly and now here you are, blessed with the opportunity to be a first listener. His first listener.

“Is this where you practise?” You asked, admiring the oddly cosiness of the hangout spot, undeterred by the fading graffiti and holes in the ceiling. “Your singing and songwriting?”

“Yeah, it used to be a spot where me and the guys would come to rehearse after school. That was years ago though, now it's more of a place I come to when I wanna clear my head,” He explained, his voice detached and slightly muffled because of the pick between his teeth.

You bit your bottom lip, watching closely as he pulled the strap of the electric guitar over his head so the instrument stayed poised against his stomach.

“I was working on the finishing touches of a song and I wanted you to be my first listener.” His hesitant gaze met yours. “Is that okay?”

“Well I, I can't say that I’m not flattered that your reached out to me,” You stated. “Though I can't help but think that you're taking advantage of the fact that I'm a fan of you guys, your biggest fan even but you see I’m not too fond of spoilers, Kazu.”

“I mean… if you told me that I would have understand.” He scratched his nape, feeling flustered that you seemed unenthused to hear his new song. “I just need your opinion on it that's all.”

“I'm just kidding. I didn't know a man like you still had it in you to blush.” You laughed softly. “You're singing the entire song?”

He shook his head. “Just my part and the bridge. Maybe a bit of the chorus.”

“Oh, so half of the song?” You asked in a deadpan tone. The group's line distribution barely changed. As the main vocalist, Kazutora got most of the lines. After his part, which included the bridge (or sometimes Atsushi Sendo would sing it instead) most of the time, the song was basically over.

“Basically.” He chuckled, appreciating your subtle humour.

“Alright.” You readjusted your position on the chair. “The floor's yours.”

You leaned forward just a bit with a growing smile on your face as he began to sing the intro, heartfelt Japanese rhymes flowing smoothly out of his lips. His fingers danced effortlessly across the strings, coaxing out a catchiness which you know would be stuck in your head for days.

His eyes locked on you, softening slightly. You had seen him pour his heart out with some of the few ballads the group had written. He never failed to move the hearts of many fans with the raw emotions he conveyed in his tone, like he related to the songs. You knew he did, back then and now.

You were certain you looked like a mesmerised idiot but you didn't care. You brought your legs to your chest, hugging them, remaining transfixed on his angelic vocals. If this was the demo, she couldn't imagine how heavenly the master recording would be like

As he neared the end of the song he drew closer to you, his gaze piercing. It made you squirm a little and fight back the blush threatening to spread across your face. It appeared like the rest of the world acted as a backdrop, gradually fading away as both of you are enveloped in your private symphony.

“So what do you think?” His question came out as a heavy breath. His cologne enveloped your senses. You always felt like this, nauseated. Whenever he’d catch you staring at him from time to time. It got worse when he'd smile at you, his eyes crinkled upwards. The butterflies in the pit of a stomach would trill intensely as though your body was trying to warn you.

“I mean I think it's good but music is…music is subjective you know I can't speak for-”

Before you finished your sentence, his lips connected with yours. Your hands moved to his nape as you slowly melted in the kiss. Your reciprocation gave him the confidence to wander down to your waist, sending pleasurable jolts just from an action as simple as that.

You gasped into his mouth when he pinned you down on the floor scattered with newspapers, but had no intention of pulling away.

‘Honestly,” He began, his breathing heavy on your lips. “I just wanted to have an excuse to bring you here. The song's been ready for release since last week.”

“Sneaky bastard,” You teased.

“You were still the first to listen to it.” Kazutora's hand trailed up your waistline, squishing where necessary earning a surprised squeal from him.

“Jesus…” You mumbled, pretending to get upset with him but ultimately laughed softly.

“So, what'd you think?” He asked. “I wasn't lying when I said I wanted to hear your thoughts about it.”

“It was romantic. A bit explicit but…” Your words made him laugh awkwardly.

“Uh yeah… even though it's my song I had Makoto write some lyrics for me.”

Your eyes grew wide and you sat up. “Makoto from…”

“Makoto from M.M? “

That explained a lot. A smug grin formed on your face in a way that had the celebrity feeling uneasy.

“I wouldn't think that you of all people won't be able to write explicit lyrics.” You teased.

“It's not like I can't write them. I don't want to show that side of me to fans yet.”

“Why? You should go for it.” To your amusement he seemed abashed about the idea, you could have sworn his ears got redder in colour.

“You don't have to jump into it immediately,” You quickly assured him. “It's just a suggestion.”

He let out a noncommittal hum, rubbing his nape as he got off you, exposing a different side to him. You watched him for a moment with a fond expression on your face before lying down on your back. Taking a breather like this, it was rare. Your muscles ached with fatigue but the thought of falling asleep was damn near impossible.

Still. You closed your eyes, letting your body relax in his presence and the growing silence. The papers rustled beneath you and Kazutora's warm breath fanned on your exposed skin.

His eyes were on you. You didn't have to open them to notice. It didn't bother you, you recalled he mentioned something about your face being easy on the eyes. It made you uncomfortable.

You knew he would stop it if you told him about the feeling he elicited from you, strangely you brushed it off. In his eyes were nothing but compassion - the same compassion he harboured for his loved ones and fans. Perhaps it was the intimacy behind them that made you inept.

“Hey, Y/N?” His boyish voice relaxed your muscles further.

“Hm?” You hummed in response.

“Wanna go on a date with me?”

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[fireflychaosdemon]

y’all I’m going to rant now

ok so I’m going to go on a really long rant about the land of stories and don’t read past the keep reading if you haven’t read books 1-6 and don’t want spoilers

this will also have slight spoilers for the Message In A Bottle TLoS au on wattpad by TwelveTurquoise12 so if you care about spoilers for that don’t read past the keep reading either (thank you whoever made incognito mode so i can read wattpad without making another account that I’ll fail at keeping)

ok so I was reading the sequel to the invisible string fic on wattpad (the TLoS fic I was talking about yesterday)

and the fic is to the point of Alex and Arthur started dating (a fact I incredibly dislike but the fic is too good for me to stop reading)

and I was thinking about it

and I realized that I have never actually liked the Alex x Arthur ship, even in canon

I am shipping Alex with one of the authors OCs that I wish existed in canon tbh

And the thing about my dislike of the Alex x Arthur ship is that I thought it was just because in canon, how the series is supposed to be about Alex and Conner, but a fair amount of it is just about Alex (hence why my favourite books in that series are A Grimm Warning and An Author’s Odyssey, as it focuses on both of them instead of mainly just Alex)

like I love Alex as a character , I relate way too much to her, and I will defend her but I don’t like how the majority of the series is about her when it’s supposed to be about her and Conner

so I figured that was why I didn’t like the Alex x Arthur ship

but the thing is, if that was the reason, I would’ve also disliked the Alex x Rook ship, and I actually shipped it up until he betrayed her

so I was thinking about it

and I think I’ve figured out why I hated the Alex x Arthur ship so much

first of all, they got wayyy too attached in two weeks. Arthur legitimately speedruns his entire life just to go see Alex after knowing her for two weeks

that’s at least a little bit extreme, like I know you were panicked, but you can’t put your entire life on hold waiting and then just speedrun your life so you can be with her

and idk maybe this is romantic and I’m reading it wrong, but it seems a little obsessive to me

second of all

why did Alex say absolutely nothing to anyone

like Conner didn’t even know that Alex and Arthur were dating until Arthur just showed up while Alex was possessed and Conner was like “who tf are you” and Arthur responded with “oh I’m your sister’s boyfriend”

and I get Alex and Conner had a lot going on

but that’s not really something you wouldn’t say anything about, even in passing. Even a slight mention of “oh btw, I’m dating someone” would have been nice

yes that would cause more questions but I highly doubt that they never had any time to talk about anything not related to preventing the world from being destroyed

crushes? Go ahead, keep it entirely to yourself if you want. Actively dating? No matter how awkward that conversation is, it still needs to happen

and if you can’t have that conversation because it’s unsafe for you at home or something, fine, you don’t need that conversation, (i.e telling your parents you have a significant other of the same gender when they don’t accept the LGBTQIA+ community) but it wasn’t like that

again, maybe I’m reading this wrong, but that’s at least slightly suspicious to me

finally,

it kind of felt like Alex was trying to move on too fast

like, you can have some in between dating people time, especially when you’re trying to save the world

it just felt more like a rebound after Rook than an actual healthy relationship

because at the time they got together, Alex was actively trying to leave the world of Camelot

they were making the portal potion

and I’m not saying you can’t have a crush, but is actively dating the best plan when you are trying to leave so you can prevent the destruction of the world plus like I said, you literally met like a week ago

is this the best idea? Because i personally don’t think it is

Let’s say they didn’t actively start dating, and kept it as crushing by the time Alex left Camelot

maybe Arthur still could convince Merlin and Mother Goose to go to the Otherworld, but instead of just “I really want to go kiss Alex” it was more “let’s go help prevent the destruction of the world so we can maximize the amount of saved lives and so we can have more time to see if anything one day happens, and if not, that’s okay.”

speedrunning life to the extent that he did was not entirely necessary for the plot

we could also have more development of missing each other, but not to the extreme of “my life is worthless without you” because if you legitimately cannot survive without someone, it’s a little bit excessive in my opinion

this is also why Conner x Bree was a way better ship in my opinion

with Conner x Bree, both of them knew they were crushing on each other by the end of A Grimm Warning, but they were a) still able to function when the other wasn’t there, and b) they didn’t start dating instantly, which gave it more time to develop, which made it better in my opinion, because it was more “I don’t need you, but I want you because I love you” which I actually find more romantic and a healthier dynamic

anyway so tell me if I’m reading all of this wrong, but Alex x Arthur has felt kind of wrong since the beginning for me and thank you for reading this ridiculously long rant

[genshin-scenarios]

Feel absolutely free to ignore this, but after the corrupt!xiao fic I’m curious: got any corrupt venti thoughts you’re willing to share?

Corrupt!Venti AU

DISCLAIMER: the rest of this is just an AU setting! not canon-compliant + may reference SPOILERS in general for the archon quests and genshinlore

"My dear warrior, have you come to devote your voice to me?

Don't worry now! I'll make sure to put it to good use. With my help, your story will never fade from the songs of time. That is what my love can promise you. Have I ever led you astray?"

I can see this being caused by the defiled statue the Traveler found a while ago! Along with some other attempts from the Abyss to weaken the Anemo Archon's power...

Perhaps in this AU, Venti tried going against the summoning of archons to Khaenri'ah, which led to a warning/consequence from Celestia; tying the entrance to Celestia somewhere on Mondstadt, so that if their enemies were to seek it out, he would be placed under the burden of protecting them, for if not, Mondstadt would too be run down (punishing a god for his kindness... things like that)

ANYWAYS, in this case, I think if the Abyss did manage to weaken him enough, he'd probably sense his own corrosion coming and put Mondstadt into a timeloop as a last means of keeping his people safe + keep out the Abyss?

It takes the last of his power and he leaves to the outskirts, where he hides away in a hidden domain to 'rest', but of course he can't stave away the corrosion forever, and it takes form.

You're within Mondstadt during this timeloop, and are eventually led to the hidden domain because you're the only one that can hear a mysterious song calling out to you

Cue corrupted!Venti luring you in, because by now, he's not exactly himself anymore - dark purple energy replacing his previous anemo teal powers and the shade of his eyes

But it's Venti, and even if he's forgotten about his nation by now (only that they're locked away to keep them safe, in the illusion of freedom and peace), he remembers you.

...Well, he remembers his attachment to you, and asks if you'd like to stay with him there, in that domain. If you lend him your voice, perhaps he can figure out a way to keep you with him forever too! (Read: do not, he is stealing your voice as a source of power to use)

But perhaps even this is because a part of himself deep down remembers how he loved to hear you calling his name, laughing with him, and the way you used to look at him with...

"Is that fear in your eyes?" Venti hums, circling around you with lightness in his steps. He's in his archon form, wings brushing against your shoulder. You try not to think about the last time he showed you this form - back when it was a secret between the both of you, under clear skies and teal feathers that made your heart soar. The purple that cuts into your gaze sobers you. "Would you prefer if our new home was more reminiscent of old times?"

New home, as if he's already decided you aren't leaving now that you've found your way to him again. You briefly wonder if there's any ounce of the old Venti still in there, and if he was perhaps keeping you close to stop him from doing all this.

...Or maybe, he was asking you to keep him company before the world falls down, knowing that once the timeloop could no longer be sustained, even with his corrupted powers, you'd have to step up as a hero once more. Slay the monsters, free the kingdom. Save your friends.

With a lilting giggle, Venti covers your eyes with his hands. And when he takes them away, the domain has turned into...

Windrise? No, some condensed version of it, with azure skies and calming wind trailing on for miles. The tree still sits there. You remember the first time Venti introduced you to the sight.

He calls your name, and before you is Venti, still in his archon form, but with his blue glow and green eyes again. He gives you a cheeky smile, and you feel your heart ache.

"Better?" Venti cups your cheeks, stepping closer to you to place his forehead against yours. It's gentle, but you feel a foreign energy that's seeping away at yours, like it's trying to steal more away.

Like he can no longer love the same, needing to take something as a keepsake, before this illusion ends.

Maybe doing so in this form is an act of mercy to you. Venti's always been one to make sacrifices that were lost to the wind.

[wzrd-wheezes]

Our Band - Remus Lupin x Reader. Part 2.

AN - thank you for the love on the first part of this fic. I'm having a lot of fun writing it so let me know your thoughts and if you want more parts. Also, pls let me know if you want adding to the taglist for this fic :)

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Remus Lupin x Reader - Band AU

Part 1 Part 3

A few days had passed before Remus returned to the coffee shop. It was another rainy night when he came, thundering and storming outside. When he entered, the sound of his boots hitting the tiled floor echoed through the shop. The door swung shut behind him and a slight shiver ran through his body as he let out a sigh of relief. The coffee shop was empty, most of the tables clean with their chairs stacked up as the freshly mopped floor gleamed. Remus looked around the empty café, his eyes eventually landing on the counter. He sauntered over to it, leaning against it as his eyes fell on Y/N. 

“Late shift again?” he raised his eyebrows as he looked at her. Y/N nodded and turned round to make his drink, not even asking him what he wanted. She handed him the cup and he smiled smugly. 

“It’s cute how you remembered my order,” he smirked, “sorry, am I interrupting something? You don’t look particularly happy to see me.”  

“No, no not at all.” Y/N said, smiling at him, “I mean, I have just cleaned down so if you do make a mess then I will have to kill you.” 

“Oh, good to know I’ll be murdered,” Remus commented sarcastically, chuckling. He looked around the empty café, his hands going into his pockets.  

“So, can’t sleep again?” Y/N asked, her eyes wandered over his face. His jaw was covered in a light stubble and his hair fell messily into his eyes. He wore the same jacket as he did a few nights ago but this time Y/N noticed a few pin badges that were attached to the lapel. 

“Mhm. Why? Is my insomnia amusing to you?” he smiled, “Why are you still here?” 

“Well, I was planning on going home but then this really annoying guy came in and started bothering me,” she smiled playfully at him, untying her apron and folding it up on the counter. As she took it off, it dislodged a few pieces of her hair, causing them to fall in front of her face.  

“I’m not bothering you.” he took a sip of his coffee, “Just admit it, Y/N, you love it. You like it when I come in here and bother you. I’d put money on it being the highlight of your shift.” 

“Don’t flatter yourself.” Y/N said, her voice was flat, but she was smiling a little.  

“Ooh, hit a spot, did I? I know you’re a lot more into me than you let on. Just admit it, love. Give it up.”  

Y/N rolled her eyes at him and turned around, pretending to busy herself with something so she could hide the fact that her cheeks had turned hot. She didn’t know why Remus made her so nervous all of a sudden. He had been coming into the coffee shop for a few weeks now and he had never normally been this flirty with her. He would occasionally make the odd comment here and there and Y/N would shut him down straight away with a sarcastic quip or something. She told herself that she had no interest in the cocky man that came and bothered her most nights, but she sure did miss him on those nights that he didn’t come in. After all, flirting with him did make her shift go a bit faster as the coffee shop was awfully lonely at night.  

When she turned back around Remus had disappeared and she assumed that he had just gone home. She carried on closing down the coffee shop, eager to get home after her long shift. She restacked some chairs and wiped down the counter for the final time that night, humming under her breath as she worked. 

“Humming my song, Y/N?” Remus’s voice suddenly appeared behind her, making her jump, “You should be careful, this could definitely be considered flirting.” His lip curved up, his eyebrow raising a bit as he looked at her.  

“I - er – I thought you’d gone home.” she suddenly felt flustered, embarrassed that he’d caught her. 

“You listened to our music?” a grin was plastered on Remus’s face, he tapped his fingers on the counter, waiting for an answer. Y/N shrugged. 

“I said that I would the other night. I went to the record store down the street on my day off and had a listen,” she said cooly, “you guys are alright, you know?” 

“Alright? Y/N, we are more than alright, darling.” his voice edging towards cocky, as it often did, “We’re gonna be the biggest band in the world one day.” Y/N let out a snort of laughter and nodded playing along. 

“Your confidence is admirable, you know that?” she said, smiling at him, “but, seriously, I did really like it when I listened.” 

“Is that a compliment, Y/N? It sounded a lot like a compliment.” he feigned being shocked, “Thank you though” his voice a lot less teasing now, the cocky grin that usually lived on his face swapped out for a more genuine one. Remus turned around and walked over to where he had left his bag, unzipping it and taking something out. He handed it to Y/N and she took it in her hands. 

She looked at what he had handed her, a dark fabric bundle. She unfolded it carefully, feeling the soft fabric under her fingertips. He had given her a t-shirt, the fabric faded and the print on the front slightly cracked. The print across the front read “Marauders.” 

“Is this the same shirt you were wearing the other night?” she asked. Remus nodded. 

“I was planning on giving you the one that I’d been saving for Sirius but he’s such a fucking drama queen that he threw a tantrum,” he chuckled, “so you can have mine. After all, you said that it was arrogant of me to wear my own bands merch.” Y/N laughed and thanked him. “Try it on then.” 

Y/N obliged, slipping the t-shirt on over the top of her dress. When she looked back up at Remus, he was staring at her, his teeth sunk into his bottom lip. He reached back into his bag and took out a polaroid camera. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Taking a picture of you. Clearly, you’re my number one fan.” he smirked, “Now, smile.” 

He snapped a picture of her, waiting for it to print out. He was grinning at her as he shook it, waiting for it to develop. 

“Can I see?” Y/N requested, trying to sneak a look. 

“Nope.” Remus took his wallet out of his pocket and slipped the picture inside, “Anyways, I better be off, it’s getting late.” He winked at her as he walked towards the door. Y/N stood, frozen, and watched him depart. Just before the door swung shut behind him, Remus spun around and shouted to her. 

“Oh! Before I forget- wear that t-shirt on Friday!”  

“What’s on Friday?” 

“My concert of course.” 

[tinietaehyun]

Forsaken [VIII]

[Sorcerer!Taehyun x Royal!Reader] [Series] [Chapter Eight]

Pairing: Sorcerer!Taehyun x Royal!Reader [Ft. Sorcerer!Yeonjun]

Genres: royal!au, enemies to lovers, fantasy, romance, supernatural, action, angst.

Contains: Profanity, flashback, toxic friendship, gaslighting, manipulation, assassination attempt, pregnancy complications, poison, mentions of blood, injury, longer chapter, dialogue heavy.

Links: Forsaken Masterlist || Masterlist

Summary: Taehyun begins to finally unveil the events that shaped who he is today; what caused him to be exiled with his father, what happened in the past for him to despise the Royal Court?

Twisted memories expose the reality of truth in which the vices of jealousy hold the young sorcerer: Yeonjun in captivity. Truly, today would be a glance back into the past, to make better sense of the dreadful impending future.

“Your majesty, I’m afraid things are dire,” the royal physician states. The Queen clutches her lower stomach with teary eyes peering at her husband, “Dear, I…I’m so sorry.”

The noble couple truly wished to bear another child to accompany their first son: Sehun. The physician resumes, “You two have already been struggling in regards to pregnancy, and…well, Sehun’s birth was already full of complications.”

The physician sighs shakily, “With the utmost respect, your majesties. I believe it would be better to preserve the Queen’s health, and abstain from becoming pregnant. She has already advanced in age, as such, her body is more likely to suffer complications as we saw last time.”

The couple’s faces show utter devastation. They had tried everything from medicines to even sorcery. Internally, they both knew deep down, this was the case.

The physician says, “I advise, if you wish to have a second child to opt for surrogacy or adoption, sire.” The King and Queen look at each other bewildered. They were not keen on either, they wished to have a child on their own, but the life of the Queen would be in peril.

All they wished for was to give Sehun a sibling, someone who he could grow attached to, learn to love, for him to have some support when they were no longer around. When they were younger, the couple wished to have one girl and one boy. Though it appears, this would no longer be the case.

Queen Iseul murmurs, her hand shaking, “I…Why not give a chance to one of our beloved children of Fortuna? The Fortuna National Orphanage?” Her lower lip trembles as she speaks. The King frowns; a dull pain resounds in his chest, unable to even imagine the emotional pain his wife was in. “Whatever you wish for dear, whatever seems best,” he replies delicately. He takes her shaking hand, encasing it within his own.

Meanwhile, the young crown prince entertains himself watching the soldiers train. His gaze remains bored as he rests his chin on the palm of his hand. His caretaker stands beside him, her legs aching from standing for so long.

They were all the same in his eyes, the peasants. Good for nothing, not worthy to be in the presence of such high-blood nobles. He always needed to remind them of their standing otherwise they would get too confident. Well, that's what his family members did and said anyway.

He’d grown accustomed to having everything at his whim’s desire. Sehun was adored by his family, a handsome boy, the next heir to the throne. He was fawned by the Royal Court for his blunt and head-first attitude. He’d wear the very same crown he saw his father adorning. One day he would be king, and everything he sees and touches, this entire kingdom would be his. He could do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted!

Well, that’s what Sehun deemed the role of king at this tender age of ten; an immature outlook indeed. But what could one expect from one with such a sheltered and spoilt upbringing, after all, he was the King and Queen’s crown jewel.

He found their baseless nonsense of wanting a sibling, very idiotic. He didn’t need anyone. Sehun never liked sharing anyway. Were they not content with him alone? What’s wrong with an only child?

They thought he was lonely, had no one to talk to close to his age. What a foolish notion, he had plenty of friends! Well, perhaps not plenty, but one.

Nevertheless, one friend was enough. His new friend was rather impressive. Sehun learned at a young age that connections must be valuable. What’s the use in forming a connection when you get no use out of that person? Though this philosophy the young boy was determined to adopt, he found himself being drawn by his sorcerer friend’s amazing sorcery and cool charisma. Choi Yeonjun, son of the Royal Sorcerer’s Apprentice.

Although not noble, he was interesting enough to gather Sehun's attention when the young sorcerer approached him in the gardens one day; he fought back against Sehun’s brutal remarks with wit. It impressed him. Furthermore, he now had someone to complain to, it felt rather pleasant. Yeonjun always seemed to know what to do or to say.

As his eyes glance back up at the soldiers training; his eyes glimmer as he spots a familiar young boy with pale blonde hair and sharp features; Yeonjun. Yeonjun peers over with a charismatic smile and gives a brief wave. It appears though he was heading speedily to the Sorcerer’s Tower. Sehun notes to himself, he’d have to visit the Sorcerer’s Tower properly one day, with Yeonjun.

Yeonjun has always been talented, a people’s person, a mischievous soul always sporting a playful smirk on his lips. Unlike his childhood best friend, Taehyun, who always was seen with a neutral expression and cold gaze. He was more reserved to those he didn’t know well, whereas Yeonjun made connections with ease. Two polar opposites, yet they both connected through sorcery.

Yeonjun’s father and Taehyun’s father had a long history, being classmates previously. The two elder sorcerers were close to the King and were often called upon to solve crises.

Taehyun’s father pioneering sorcery in Fortuna truly was an unexpected twist of fate. Though this twist, albeit bringing a lot of positivity, brought with it jealousy. Yeonjun’s father grew to become resentful. He had become reduced to a mere apprentice, always under Taehyun’s father’s shadow. He despised it.

Thus, when Yeonjun was born, he had one aim. If he could not fulfill his chance at becoming Royal Sorcerer, then his son shall. All he wished for was either himself or his son to surpass his friend and his son, Taehyun. Despite this underlying animosity, Yeonjun’s father played an excellent facade.

Yeonjun hurriedly walks up the winding stairs of the tower; his breaths tumbling out. He would be late to class, if he didn’t hurry. Taehyun’s father was a strict man, he could not disappoint. His father was the same, no, worse.

Memories flood Yeonjun’s mind. Even yesterday night, he was forced to sit up memorising a new set of enchantments and reciting them to his father without a single error. After all, he had to surpass everyone, to become the best. His father had a skill for demeaning him constantly, belittling his ability, and punishing him for the smallest mistakes. Yeonjun hated it, he hated how he had to work harder than the one obstacle in his path to becoming the future Royal Sorcerer. His best friend, Kang Taehyun.

The constant hoard of comparisons his father would make between the two, haunted Yeonjun. Why did Taehyun have such skill, why didn’t Taehyun have to work as hard as he did? It was unfair. Why did his own father view him as a vessel to carry out his desires? The onslaught of pressure was dreadful.

Even the thought of his father would drive him mad. Yeonjun became resentful towards his father, but too afraid to speak back, afraid of the cane his father would grab hold of. All Yeonjun sought was his father’s approval. He’d praise Taehyun for hours but never him. It enraged the young boy endlessly. His mother was no better, only offering a look of pity as she remained silent.

No matter what he did, Taehyun was always one step ahead. A ‘child prodigy’, they said. Of course, they came from a long bloodline of magic users, they had the affinity for it. What’s so special about that? Yeonjun’s thighs burn, finally hauling himself up the final few steps towards the wooden door.

He opens the clunky door breathless, the young apprentices peer at him wide-eyed. Taehyun’s father stands unimpressed, “Late. I expect better from such a skilled student, not a good start to the morning, Yeonjun. Sit down.” Irritation courses through Yeonjun’s fatigued body as he takes his usual seat beside Taehyun.

“Why’re you late?” Taehyun whispers. Yeonjun mutters, “Stayed up late, is all.” Taehyun shakes his head, “What have I told you about doing that? It’s going to damage your progress, not enhance it.” Yeonjun’s jaw tightens. Who was he to give advice when he didn’t have to put in effort? Yeonjun dryly hums, “Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Taehyun, Yeonjun. Quiet!” Taehyun’s father orders. Yeonjun scoffs, placing his satchel on the empty table beside him. He scoffs, he supposed it had been two weeks since Soobin had left. What a coward. To think he had to gall associate himself with himself and Taehyun.

The lesson resumes as Taehyun’s father teaches theory and spells peering down at his own spell book, precariously bound. A special book that his father had an eye on for a long time. The book contained all the spells Taehyun’s father knew, new draft spells, and other valuable information. It was a treasure trove.

Yeonjun remembers his father once recounting it being the source of a huge argument a few years back. Taehyun’s father allowed no one to look at the book, not even his closest friend. Only Taehyun could. Although it had been resolved, it caused a subtle rift to form between the two sorcerers.

“So this spell will be focusing on enhancing growth. We’ll advance today using seeds. Each pot I’ve placed in front of you contains a rose seed. Through today’s notes, I wish to see you enhance the growth of the seed and make it bloom,” the Royal Sorcerer orders.

The apprentices begin a handful of attempts as Taehyun’s father offers critiques and corrections. Taehyun reads his notes carefully positioning his wand; his father approaches, nudging his elbow lower. Oh, how his father was nothing like his, Yeonjun thinks.

Yeonjun positions his wand as the sorcerer walks over and muses, “Good form, Yeonjun. Keep it up.” Yeonjun nods and peers at Taehyun. Taehyun hums, “Good form, but the question is will the magic be just as good?” Yeonjun rolls his eyes, “Of course it will be. Careful, you’re slouching.” Taehyun smirks, “Let me know if you need help, Jun.” A forced laugh escapes Yeonjun’s lips. Just how arrogant he was, “We’ll see.”

They both resume practice, mouthing out the spells. Yeonjun had previously practiced this spell at his father’s request to get ahead of the class, so as to speak. Though, he couldn’t ever get past the point of the bud - he couldn’t get it to bloom.

The opening of the door resounds and Yeonjun becomes pale at the sight of his father. His father gleams brightly at the Royal Sorcerer. Yeonjun’s gaze darkens, it was all a facade. He saw the fake glint in his father’s eyes, he despised being here. Despised being the royal apprentice.

Nervousness floods his senses. It never went well with his obnoxious father around; he could never properly perform spells with his beady eyes on him. His father beaks at him walking over, “Oh this spell, I recall teaching this to you a few weeks ago?”

Yeonjun nods; his heart racing. His father’s gaze sharpens, “I should hope to see you excel today then, hm?” The crackling of mana energy resounds beside him as he looks over, seeing the stem burst forth out of Taehyun’s pot upwards with remarkable speed.

“Oh how wondrous, Taehyun,” Yeonjun’s father comments. Panic rushes through Yeonjun’s system as his hand trembles. Yeonjun murmurs the spell hurriedly and focuses intensely in the pot in front of him in a flurried attempt to catch up. The seed crackles and a hint of green pops through winding and growing upwards.

“Look at that technique, just exquisite,” his father exclaims, not to him, but to Taehyun. Anger floods within Yeonjun. Even now, he was in Taehyun’s shadow. His father was doing it on purpose, he knew it.

Taehyun’s father warns, “Easy now, too quickly or too slowly can cause the stem to snap, and the flower will instantly die or evaporate. Small bursts of power; boys. No need to compete.”

Yeonjun’s father urges; “Ah, what’s wrong with a little healthy competition? It promotes them to excel?” Taehyun’s father muses, “Like you and me? We all know who’s superior,” he joked. Yeonjun’s father’s jaw tightens and he chuckles dryly, “Oh yes, yes, whatever, Dae-Ho.”

His father’s gaze settles on him. He knew he would be in for a long lecture if he did not succeed, perhaps even a punishment for disgracing him in front of the Royal Sorcerer. Shakily, Yeonjun continues murmuring the spell holding his wand; the plant grows fast.

“Good boy, yes, that’s it. Just like that, delicately now-“ his father warns; slightly sharper. Taehyun flicks his wand delicately upwards and halts when the rose bud forms.

Yeonjun appears to catch up, his own bud forming. Exhilaration fills him, perhaps he could beat him for once! This is the furthest he’d gotten. His eyes meet his father’s glare who waits impatiently. He had to get this right.

“Well?” His father hums sarcastically. Yeonjun’s gaze darkens in annoyance. Taehyun patiently stares at the bud. This was his chance! He murmurs the next incantation and flicks his wand intensely, with fervour. The bud shakes viciously and blooms. Yes! Yes! He did-

The petals begin falling off and shriveling. He had used too much mana. The flower was the most delicate part - he had been too preoccupied in beating Taehyun. Simultaneously, Taehyun gently swirls his wand and after a few seconds of delay, the blood red rose blooms slowly in a beautiful fashion, with one or two petals dropping off.

Yeonjun’s father stiffens; his jaw tightening. “Oh goodness; it appears you got a little excited there, son,” his tone carries weight causing Yeonjun’s legs to quake. He couldn’t win. How foolish was he?

“That’s my boy, good job. I expect you to become a little faster next time okay. Good start for your first attempt,” Taehyun’s father hums. Taehyun nods with a serious expression.

Yeonjun’s father grits out, “What a talented boy you have. If only Yeonjun could be half as good, what an honour to have such a role model as your friend, right son?”

Taehyun asks, “I can help you with the spell if you’d like, it’s quite simple when you break-”Yeonjun cuts in, “No, it’s fine.” Humiliation courses through him. His father drawls, “You need all the help you can get, quit whining, you pompous fool.” Taehyun’s father chuckles, “Come now, he’s a promising sorcerer. We all have different learning speeds.” Yeonjun’s father eases, placing a hand on his son’s shoulder tightly gripping until it hurts, “Of course. I just wish to see my lovely boy, succeed.”

Taehyun smiles sympathetically as Yeonjun averts his gaze, not knowing how to control his rage within. He wished he could be better; that he was the one getting showered with praise instead of constant criticism.

The lesson continues and Taehyun answers questions with ease alongside Yeonjun raising his hand with equal fervour and tenacity. Each upcoming lesson becomes more and more of a competition between the two.

It seems the two young sorcerer’s were gradually souring. Whilst Taehyun took this as friendly rivalry, competition to help each other improve. Yeonjun took it personally, his mindset - to be better, yes, but more than that, to crush Taehyun beneath him.

All through this time, Yeonjun despised seeing his friend’s face. His face being a constant reminder of his second place stature. Distance grew between the two as Yeonjun decided to spend time with his new friend. A noble friend: the Crown Prince, who always sat alone in the garden. Yeonjun was determined to make a better friend. Someone who he knew was in all counts inferior.

The days pass, Sehun quickly becomes dependent on Yeonjun’s presence. A wicked smile plays on his lips. The crown prince was indeed lonely, he knew that, not that Sehun would ever admit it. It made him perfect. After all, who could hate the boy who befriended the bratty crown prince? A boy who was heavy-headed, easily succumbing to praise and flattery. Things Yeonjun knew with ease. After all, he saw his father do it.

Yeonjun’s eyes glimmer as he peers at the twinkling crown on Sehun’s head. He’d become someone better than Taehyun, better than his father. He wanted to aim higher than everyone else. To a position where no one in the nation could criticise him, go against him. Where his word was law. To be king.

Yeonjun hums smiling, poking the crown off Sehun’s head catching it with ease. Sehun scowls, “Hey! Keep your nasty hands off that-“ Yeonjun muses, placing it on his head, peering at his reflection in the water of the fountain. It suited him well. Phenomenally, in fact.

He hands Sehun back the crown with an amused smirk, “Eh, it’s not that great. I don’t see the appeal.” Sehun scoffs, “Of course you don’t. You’re not a noble.”

Yeonjun smiles, “Yes, perhaps. It looks better on you anyway. Sehun stiffens peering at him, “Hm.” His lips twitch trying to contain his pleased smile, “Only naturally.” How entertaining, Yeonjun muses within. This was the day; a new ambition festered within the young sorcerer.

Yeonjun would continue to entertain Sehun, listening to his dreadfully long monologues, or performing magic tricks like court jester shamelessly to garner the affections of the Prince.

Two sorcerers once again meet up. An awkward tension simmers between them. Taehyun sits on the flimsy swing under the tree with Yeonjun pushing him. Taehyun’s mind churns; his closest friend had grown awfully distant these past few months.

Taehyun was not a fool; he knew Yeonjun harbored resentment towards him. Yet, whatever help Taehyun offered, Yeonjun dismissed it. He didn’t want help from Taehyun. He found his friend’s state to be rather pitiful, he didn’t think Yeonjun would be the type. He wasn’t blind to Yeonjun’s father’s constant scolding either.

Yeonjun’s environment, his own ego were getting in the way of his improvement. He saw Taehyun as a pure rival, not a stepping stone, a partner to success. Though he didn’t have time to tolerate such foolishness, no, in fact he expected better. What else could he do, if he was distancing himself and denying any advice or practice? What an idiot, Taehyun surmises.

As much as Taehyun enjoyed praise, even at a few points relishing the rivalry between them, it was now clear that this long-standing friendship was nearing its end. He didn’t expect Yeonjun to take this so seriously, he only wished to nudge him a little forward.

“You’ve heard the King’s declaration, they would be electing adoption as the method for their next child,” Taehyun hums. Yeonjun pushes the swing, “Mhm, suppose they can’t do much with Queen Iseul’s health on the line.”

Taehyun’s tone becomes bitter, “I see you’ve been hanging more around the crown prince. Interesting.” Yeonjun’s lips quirk up into a smirk, another shove of the swing, “Yes, I have. He’s more fascinating than I thought.” Yeonjun relished the bitter tone on Taehyun’s tongue.

“How did you make friends with that spoiled loser?” Taehyun scoffs. Yeonjun mutters coldly, “Why? Can I only be friends with you?” Taehyun is taken aback by his defensiveness, “I never said that, it’s just surprising. He’s a little hard to get along with. He’s a brat honestly.”

“What’s it to you, he’s nice to me, and I’m nice to him, we have a few things we both like, and I find him and his ignorance entertaining.” Taehyun snorts, rolling his eyes, “Right.”

The condescension in Taehyun’s tone infuriates Yeonjun. Even then, he didn’t care, in fact he was demeaning his friendship with Sehun. “Just because you’re not a fan of royalty doesn’t mean I’m not.” He gives the swing a more forceful shove. Taehyun muses, “I can tell you have a problem with me. Just say it.”

Yeonjun seethes, “No you, do. You think you’re so much better than me. Even the prince is more humble than you.”

Taehyun releases a cackle, “Good one! What? It’s not like he’s going to hand you over the crown to Fortuna or something for being his only best friend. You’ll always be insignificant to these royal folks.” Yeonjun despises the truth getting thrown in his face like this. He pushes even harder. “Of course not, I..” Yeonjun scoffs, stiffening slightly.

“To think you’d be hanging around an airhead like that,” Taehyun scoffs, “Whatever it is, we can talk this out.”

Yeonjun’s gaze darkens and with his strength he shoves the swing up high causing it to wobble and Taehyun to tumble off scraping his knees and palms. Taehyun hisses in pain, “Ow-, Jun?”

Yeonjun walks over peering down at him and his lips twitch upwards upon seeing the blood seep out of his wounds. Taehyun glances up seeing a condescending expression.

Yeonjun liked this view. A view where he was standing tall and proud with Taehyun on the floor injured, below him, on the ground. Where he belonged. He holds out his hand with a smirk, “Sorry, I thought you liked going up high.”

Taehyun seethes, peering at his hand, shoving it aside, “You know what, forget it. You’ve changed since you’ve been around Sehun.” Yeonjun murmurs, “You’re just jealous I became friends with the crown prince and you didn’t. You don’t suck up to the royals like your father does. Perhaps learn to do it.”

Taehyun’s gaze falters and he murmurs disappointed, “You’re a sorcerer with a lot of talent, you got that? I don’t want you to waste that.” Yeonjun snaps, “I know. I’m not less than you.”

Taehyun sighs exasperated, “I never said you were.” He brushes himself off and walks off; what a waste of his time. Yeonjun’s hands form shaking fists as anger surges through him.

A few more tense weeks pass by, with the two young sorcerer’s relationship souring. Yeonjun’s father was ever so delighted to find out his son had befriended the Crown Prince. For the first time in a long time, he had heard genuine praise from his father. “Good, make your connections now, son.” He would; he would make his way up, so high that his own father would have to bow to him.

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Currently, Yeonjun sits with a dull expression at a table in the sorcerer’s tower, watching his father complain away as usual, as he cleans up after the Royal Sorcerer’s various experiments frustrated. Yeonjun had grown used to his venting. The Royal Sorcerer had been summoned to the Northern Territory in a hurry, due to an incident in battle. Within his rush, the sorcerer had shoved his precious spell book in a drawer of his desk, which Yeonjun took note of.

Yeonjun hums, “The spellbook is in that drawer.” His father drawls, “It’s locked you fool.” Yeonjun scoffs, “Why not use an object reversal spell? It should open in reverse. We don’t have many chances like today. He was careless this one time.”

Yeonjun’s father muses, “Why, you clever, clever boy. It seems you are improving. Hmph, I must be quick before his brat of a son comes back.”

So his father does so with great patience and skill; the drawer slides open revealing the tattered spellbook - the most prized spellbook of the Royal Sorcerer.

A glint of deranged satisfaction appears in his father’s eyes, even shaking slightly in delight, “How magnificent. Who knows how much he’s hiding in here; all the possibilities? Why doesn’t he just make this known, it’ll benefit everyone?” Yeonjun peers at his father with an amused smirk.

His father flips through the book even noticing some pages fall out to which he grabs and hands over to Yeonjun, “We’ll take whatever we can get from this. I doubt he'll notice a few torn pages missing, hm? Half of this old thing is in pieces anyway.” Yeonjun takes the papers peering down at them with great interest, scanning over the scrawl of handwriting and diagrams.

With just as much ease, his father places the spellbook back using the same spell, allowing the scene to look untouched. He ruffles Yeonjun hair overjoyed; the first proper sign of affection startling Yeonjun. “Excellent my boy, you’ll become a powerful sorcerer with a mind like yours. I’ll continue guiding you, and progressing you ahead.” He resumes darkly, “I’ll soon become Royal Sorcerer, myself, no matter what it takes.”Yeonjun hums with an innocent expression, “Of course father, you will.”

The Royal Court is up in arms about the decision to adopt a child in the coming years. The King and Queen are disgruntled but remain adamant in their decision. The Royal Sorcerer offers his support to the king and successfully allows a force field to be bestowed in the North against Luna, pleasing the King greatly.

This event causes Luna to retreat and the talks of peace to occur rattle the court and cause joy to spread across the land of Fortuna, the land where sorcery leads.

Meanwhile, Yeonjun watches on as countless nobles compliment Taehyun and his father. Even talks of Taehyun’s father being knighted for his contributions were in the midst of conversation during an upcoming ball. It made his father become enraged; this force field was something he also worked on, but with little to no recognition; after all the force field was powered by the Royal Sorcerer’s mana, not his.

Praise upon praise showered the Royal Sorcerer from all directions. Not to mention his beloved son being soaked in his father’s glory.

The King heartily chuckles, placing his hand on Taehyun’s head, “What a splendid father you have, it is without a doubt that you will become the next Royal Sorcerer and surpass your father’s heights.” Queen Iseul smiles, “How handsome you are, a father’s honour is his son’s. Be proud young man, for your lineage.”

Yeonjun’s gaze darkens at the sight and he muses, “How nice it must be.” His father peers down at him placing his hand on his shoulder, “Do not fret son, this insolence will not last long.” Yeonjun hums in intrigue, “You have an idea?”

“Something like that,” his father answers vaguely. A smirk crosses his lips; who was he to get involved or go against his father?

Sehun’s birthday ball was fast approaching; Yeonjun was growing fatigued with Sehun’s draining excitement. His father had been meticulously planning and scanning over the torn pages from Taehyun’s father’s spellbook. Who knows what nonsense is in those tattered pages?

Yeonjun’s glances at his father, swirling a clear liquid in a small vial; a manic glint in his eye. He peers over with a smile, “Son, do you know what this is?” Yeonjun shrugs, not interested in the dull liquid. “This is the key to our success,” His father drawls out with a beaming grin. Yeonjun deadpans.

His father smiles knowingly, “This may look unimpressive, but it’s potent, undetectable. All I have to do is mask its bitter scent with a little sorcery.” Yeonjun’s mind clicks, poison? It’s poison! How daft! “What if you get caught?” Yeonjun mutters, “Surely there’s better ways than this?”

“How much longer can we wait? I’m not getting younger am I? After I become the Royal Sorcerer, you will. Don’t you want that?” Yeonjun sighs peering out the window; it appears his father was too far gone. He remains silent knowing that it was rather a futile pursuit to convince him otherwise.

His father hums, “This is Nightshade, often causing paralysis, hallucinations and death.” Yeonjun flinches, he knows this horrific plant, with no cure for the symptoms it causes. He resumes, “As per custom, when Kang Dae-Ho, goes to get knighted by the King and Queen, they will share in exchange of red wine at the table.” Young Yeonjun’s mind whirrs; he was planning to poison the King and Queen? That’s treason!

“When they drink the wine, they will fall deathly ill.” Where was he going with this? “This is insane, there’s no cure,” Yeonjun snaps. His father chuckles, “So it’s said,” he holds up a piece of paper, “It appears my dearest friend has found an enchantment that reverses the effects of this. All too many fall victim to this pretty plant. How kind of him.” Taehyun’s father came up with a mana pattern which serves as an antidote? That’s unheard of!

“I don’t think this will go well,” Yeonjun murmurs. His father’s gaze darkens, “Just you wait, you brat. You’ll be thanking me. Don’t think you’re so morally high.” Yeonjun sighs; perhaps he would. Or maybe he’d be exiled with this father for treason, who knows?

The fateful night arrives; adrenaline courses through Yeonjun. His father was in a great mood this day; alongside Taehyun’s father. It was a grand celebration of Sehun’s birthday and Taehyun’s father being knighted.

Taehyun glances over coldly, “Hm, surprised you showed up.” Yeonjun icily hums, “Why?”

“My father’s getting knighted, thought you’d be burning with jealousy,” Taehyun muses. Yeonjun’s jaw tightens, “Why, can’t I be happy for you?”

“I just find it hard to believe, we barely talk anymore,” Taehyun scoffs. Yeonjun’s heart burns deeply at his tone and he hums amused, “So what? We’re still close friends, I can’t deny that.” Taehyun stiffens at his response, “Huh, really.” Yeonjun peers back at the table where the royal couple sit and he smiles, “Yeah.”

Yeonjun muses, “I’ve been having a hard time. I’m sure I’ll work past it.” Taehyun rolls his eyes, “Sure. It sucks to see you like this. I miss our friendship y’know?” Likely story; Yeonjun internally scoffs.

His eyes glance back as the crowd roars in anticipation as Taehyun’s father kneels as the sword touches his shoulders. Yeonjun murmurs lowly, “Congratulations, Taehyun.” This was the calm before the storm.

Taehyun peers over in surprise, “You’re oddly nice this evening.” Yeonjun hums amused, “I’ve cooled down, let's say.” Taehyun smirks, “Huh, who’d have thought.”

Applause resounds as the Royal Sorcerer takes his seat at the table pouring red wine for the royal couple with bright gleam, “I insist, your majesties, allow me.” Sehun waves at Yeonjun and he nods in acknowledgment. Yeonjun’s heart races faster than ever.

His father had snuck the poison into the very bottle on that table. This was the moment of truth; as they raise the glasses to their lips tasting the luxury wine.

Moments pass with no commotion and just as Yeonjun believes a failed attempt had occurred; the Queen starts coughing violently, blood splattering across the plates and table. Next, the King, his eyes roll back as blood splatters from his lips. The ballroom is in chaos with screams and rushing footsteps.

Yeonjun peers on lifelessly at the scene. Taehyun is mortified and his father is appalled. The guards rush forward sealing the exits. It was a clear assassination attempt at its finest.

“Someone save the King and Queen! Get the medic! Get the medic!” A court member screams.

Taehyun trembles, “What-” Yeonjun murmurs emotionless, “Someone tried to kill them..”

Yeonjun peers at his father’s blank expression as he steps forward with a fake panicked expression, “How could you? We talked about this, Dae-Ho? Does your greed not end?!”

The Royal Sorcerer freezes confused, “What? What are you fucking talking about?”

Yeonjun’s father summons his wand pointing it at him, “I saw your notes! I knew you were hiding your spell book for a reason- I knew something was wrong, but this, this is unforgivable, my friend!”

Taehyun’s blood runs cold. Yeonjun’s eyes glimmer; so this was what his father had in mind. To frame his friend with treason. How cunning, how tragic. The crowd gasp in horror.

Taehyun murmurs, “No, no…” He pulls Yeonjun by the collar of his cloak and snarls, “What is your father doing? Tell him to stop, Yeonjun! You of a-all people know he would never do that! You know that!” Taehyun screams manically.

Yeonjun peers at his best friend emptily. Taehyun’s knees buckle as he hears Yeonjun’s father continue to berate his father. He cries out tugging on Yeonjun's cloak, “Tell him to stop! W-We’ll figure this out, calm him down- p-please Yeonjun! My father would never!”

Seeing Taehyun so broken on the floor begging on knees. Everyone stares at the two and Yeonjun’s eyes widen as his lips quiver and twitch. An odd sense of fulfillment fills him, a twisted sense of hope and power.

Yeonjun’s eyes glint malevolently as he leans down, “Taehyun, did you really not know? I find that hard to believe?”

Taehyun’s expression deflates, “W-What?”

The people tremble and whisper around them. Yeonjun tilts his head with a twitching smile and manic eyes, trying to compose himself, “Weren't you the only one allowed to see his book? This is wrong! You should have known, no?”

Taehyun lifelessly peers up at the twisted expression on Yeonjun’s face before lunging at him, “You-! You-“ Yeonjun falls back as the crowd rush to pry Taehyun off him. Blood drips from Yeonjun’s nose and Taehyun screams.

Yeonjun’s father peers down at Taehyun’s with malice, “Oh, Dae-Ho, how far you’ve fallen.”

Yeonjun breathes out with a twisted glint in his eye, looking at Taehyun’s thrashing figure, “Taehyun, how could you not know? I knew something was wrong, the moment you distanced yourself from me.” The people murmur atrociously.

As much as Yeonjun didn’t want to take such an abhorrent route, some part of him enjoyed this. Some sick part of him enjoyed seeing his so-called friend breaking down, shattered.

Thus, the young sorcerer would go to embrace betrayal with open arms. That night he became the epitome of betrayal itself.

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Birds of a Feather (teaser)

pairing; joshua hong x f reader

genre; smut (minors dni), fluff, crack

warnings; university au, alcohol, drug use (marijuana), food/drink, betting, bad jokes, borrowed memes, simp!joshua, jealousy/possessive nature, irresponsible use of a hot tub and a friend's personal space, slight dom!joshua, mild dom/sub dynamics, pet names, sex health/birth control talk, unprotected sex, breast play, pinning/man handling, dirty talk, oral (m & f receiving/giving), 69, scratching, crying, size kink implied, exhibition kink implied -- as always I'm sure there is something I've left out.

w/c; 14.3k (800 and some change -- this teaser)

a/n; first of all thank you so so much to my dear @onlyhuis for proofreading this and thank you for literally being the reason it exists. this is based on a true story -- names have been changed for privacy and it's not completely true but bird kid should find a new place to live. thank you to @wonwussy for helping me come up with an amazing title, also without june, @highvern, @shuadotcom, and @horanghater just know this fic would have sucked majorly. thank you so much for helping me figure out my shit and adding so much to this.

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Joshua rubs the sleep out of his eyes as he leans his forearm against his door, looking down at the cute girl standing in his dorm room. You were holding a clipboard and had a look somewhere between serious and annoyed on your face. 

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you up.” 

You hadn’t had the chance to meet every single resident in your hall but today you were making some very interesting discoveries. For example, apparently Eros lived just five doors down and he slept in late. Clearing your throat, you look down at your clipboard in an attempt to hide how shy his gaze is making you feel. 

“I’m Y/N; would you sign my petition to evict the bird kid? I know that sounds harsh but just to get him to, like, get his own place off campus with his bird.” 

His lips pulling up into a small grin, Joshua watches you start to ramble about your cause as you tap your pen against the paper attached to the clipboard. It seems you have several signatures so far. He had heard about this bird kid and he had also heard the bird in question several times. 

“Sure, I’ll sign it. Anything to get him to stop letting the damn thing use the water fountain as a bird bath.” 

Joshua watches as your eyes lift towards him again as he agrees with you. With the clipboard securely in his hands, you scoff in agreement, lifting your hands to express how important your argument was. 

“Right?! It’s gross. I drink out of that fountain. I mean, I used to...“

Nodding, Joshua signs his name and offers you back the clipboard before resting his shoulder on his door frame. You watch his smile pull to one side before he furrows his brows and gestures over his shoulder. 

“My roommate is still passed the fuck out but I’m sure he will sign too. Swing back by later and catch him when he’s actually breathing.” 

Pulling the clipboard to your chest, you press your lips together, trying to keep your eyes on the man’s face even as you feel them being drawn to where his t-shirt was straining around his bicep. Clearing your throat, you lean back a bit and glance down at his name, whispering it to yourself before nodding and daring to look back up to find Joshua still watching you.

“Okay… I’ll do that, Joshua.” 

Turning towards the next door, you pull your eyes from his handsome face even as Joshua leans out of his doorway to watch you, lifting his hand to wave. 

“Good luck with your petition, Y/N. See you later.” 

Groaning into his drool soaked pillow, Lee Chan forces himself to turn over and look towards his roommate, who was standing in the doorframe watching the hallway. He liked Joshua; if anything, the man was more like a brother than a roommate at this point but he was talking far too loudly for a Saturday morning. 

“That has to be a girl if you are acting like a simp this early.” 

Rolling his eyes, Joshua shuts the door behind him, turning towards the younger man and shooting him a look before reaching for one of the bottles of water and tossing it towards him. Despite usually having great eye to hand coordination, Chan hisses in pain when the bottle manages to meet his chest instead of in his hands. 

“And? Your point? Drink your water; I’m sure you have one hell of a headache.” 

Chan wasn’t going to argue with Joshua on that point. He did have a headache that could rival all other headaches. He couldn’t remember much of the night after their friend Seungcheol had shown him where the punch bowl was and challenged him to a “drink off.”

Reaching for the pain medicine on his nightstand, Chan groans, trying to open the bottle as Joshua watches, only to sigh and take it from his hands, doing it for him. Muttering a thanks, Chan takes the bottle back, leaning back onto his bed to take the medicine, looking up at the ceiling. 

“Who was the girl?” 

Pursing his lips, Joshua falls back on his bed, trying to hide the small smile on his lips, thinking about the short interaction with you and how cute you had been. It wasn’t like anything had even happened or that there would be anything that would come from it but it was nice meeting a new neighbor so to speak. 

“Uh, she said her name was Y/N. She’ll be back around later. Told her you’d sign her petition.” 

Chan’s brows furrow at Joshua’s words as he lifts his hand to wipe at his mouth, water starting to run down towards his chin. 

“What? Why would I do that?” 

“Because it’s not that big of a deal and you’ll agree with it. It’s about that dude who has a bird. Something about getting him to move off campus with it.” 

Making a face at the mention of the bird, Chan feels his headache behind his eyes, even thinking about the squawking that could be heard late at night and early in the mornings. 

“You’re right. I’ll fucking sign it. I’ll forge names. I’ll help the son of a bitch move.” 

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[pain-is-too-tired]

if you could rewrite the burning maze to give leo and jason the chance to see each other again (either before he dies or as a Jason lives au) how do you think it’d go? i imagine a lot of tears. less than canon but- yeah 😭😭

in a perfect world all three of them, like the og trio, would get to grow old together and learn about their place in the world and with each other. they’d never be alone. i’m sad now

If before Jason dies,I say before the head up to the ship or so, think Jason would definitely try hard to avoid Leo learning about him being told that either he or Piper was gonna die.

Cause Jason knows Leo will(and has) sacrifice for both him and Piper. He's not gonna have Leo put his life on the line again.

Also,Jason wouldn't express seeing Leo alive again with frustrated relief like what most everyone else does in TOA(the punch line was funny but gods I wanted some more emotional scenes from especially his siblings. But that's a different rant fhdh)

Jason gonna probably hug Leo still he's almost bruised tho. My boys a hugger.

Jason later dying tho would still absolutely wreck Leo. He's back with him just for him to be taken.

Now in Jason lives au?(hes saved last minute or Apollo manages to reawaken healing ability in some fashion in the moment) After everything settles and such Leo definitely gonna spend lot of time making up for lost time(as much as Leo getting two moms and such is sweet,Leo just not going back to camp or being seen with Piper again bugs me to no end. But again. Rant for another time dhdb)

Maybe during the time him and Calypso realize "Yeah we're better off as friends" and such so Leo gets even more room to catch up.

Maybe he goes to the same school as Jason or something(or Jason's moves to go to a school Leo's going to that fits him better or something-)

Leo maybe helps him with building temples and honorary places for the minor gods. Jason quickly realizing that it didn't matter if he was greek or roman,his home was where those he loved were and Leo helping him find his place.

I don't think(in terms of Valgrace) that they would(nor should) figure out they like eachother quickly. Probably takes a year or so before they even consider they feel that way. They're too focused on having their best friend back. Any other feelings aren't really noticed until everything settles again.

They're attached at the hip tho. Both almost dying/dying for a moment really causes some attachment issues fbdbd Piper teases them all the time but she's just as happy that both of them are still alive.

When they do start figuring out that they might have a crush,either both go to Piper or Jason goes to Piper and Leo goes to Jake cause he thinks it might be awkward to tell one of your best friends that you might have a crush on your other best friend who's also her ex-

Either way,even when they do start dating not much changes. But they now go on double dates with Piper and Shel and Will and Nico ✨️

[herarcadewasteland]

Tears Like Raindrops

A/N: the way i sobbed while writing this is crazy 😭 just needed to get some angst out of me honestly so y’all get this.

i suggest listening to Empty Box while reading for extra angst cause that’s what i was listening to

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mafia!ateez au

ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST

mentions of guns, shooting, character death, mentions of alcohol

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You watched him with a heavy heart, his eyes staring straight through your soul as tears slipped down your cheeks. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. Nothing was supposed to go wrong. Yeosang said he had it all under control, his eyes watching the security cameras in the mansion with an intensity you couldn’t fathom. Your breathing hitched, thinking back to what had happened so quickly.

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Your steps echoed in the long hallway, the fancy dress Hongjoong gave you brushing against your ankles with its glittery fabric. You thought it was excessive, your Captain disagreed and so did your husband. You met him through Hongjoong one day while you were walking through your favourite park late at night. He had quite literally run into you, Yunho behind him and him following closely as he laughed at the clear embarrassment flooding his leader's face as Yunho apologized to you. You waved off their apologies easily, observing them and introducing yourself shyly, tucking your hair behind your ear as you made eye contact with each of them.

You were attached to their sides for the rest of the night, racing through the park and the empty streets with carefree laughs… and then you were hooked on him. The rest was history and needless to say your now husband loved everything you wore, because it was on you. You scoffed to yourself at the thought, eyes tracing the walls of the hallway as Yeosang piped up through your in-ear.

“Guard coming from the left. Do your thing, Y/N.”

You straightened your posture, stumbling your steps to the left so you crashed into the guard with your empty wine glass in hand. The glass shattered and you gasped, bending to pick up the pieces as the guard moved to help you.

“I’m so sorry! I tripped over something and couldn’t catch myself!”, your eyes were wide and full of tears as you looked up at the guard when he stood with the broken glass.

“No worries ma’am. Can I help you get somewhere? Guests aren’t allowed to be up here.”

“I’m so sorry! I was just looking for a washroom to freshen up! The one downstairs was taken and it’s urgent. You understand?”, you said, acting coy.

The guard hums and points you in the direction of the washroom, watching you go with a suspicious look as he reports the activity. Yeosang catches on, having hacked into the radios, and calls to everyone about your incident with the guard and his following report. Everyone finds each other’s gazes in the crowd, slight panic washing over them and you as you pushed your way into the washroom. You sighed heavily, speaking freely as everyone but Yeosang had an open connection. 

“Fuck. I didn’t think he’d be so suspicious! What now?”

“Make the switch, Mingi will be up momentarily.”

You hum at him, lifting the long skirts of your dress off and shove it into the garbage can, pulling a new dress from under the sink and changing into it in 30 seconds flat. You hum a little tune to yourself as you wash your hands afterwards, making your way back out into the hall just as Mingi comes up the stairs, a guard hot on his tail.

“Ah! That’s where you went, love. I was wondering where you had gotten too!”

“I’m so sorry to worry you, baby. The washroom was occupied downstairs.”, you pout up at him, your hands finding a place on his chest even though you cringed internally at doing it with someone who wasn’t your husband. 

The guard walks past you, seemingly not recognizing you with your dress change. It changes in a split second when you smile at Mingi while the guard walks past you both. The realization crosses his face and he presses something on his belt, Yeosang missing it by a single second as he talked to him about the escape route. Your head spun with the speed of the following events, Mingis hand grabbing your own and pulling you into a sprint as five guards booked it at you from around the corner, Hongjoong calling a retreat as Yeosang panicked, his voice frantic in your ear as he guided you down the stairs and through the crowd that had almost completely vanished except for your group.

 You looked around in shock at how fast the large group of people had cleared out, calling out for Yeosang as Hongjoong ushered the rest of you to the door with frantic waves of his hand, a gun in his other. Your feet hit the bottom of the stairs and then so did your body, your ears ringing at the echo of the gunshot that hit your arm. You cried out, falling into Mingi as your husband rushed over, shooting at guards as the others followed suit. Mingi double wielded guns to make up for your injured arm, bullets flying left and right as chandeliers shattered and guards dropped like flies. You almost breathed in relief until Yeosangs voice blocked out everything.

“Y/N WATCH OUT”

Everything slowed in that moment, your eyes darting around frantically to try and find the threat. A lone shot ringing out through the ballroom from the second floor, your eyes meeting your husbands as he was suddenly in front of you with a sad smile. And then he wasn’t. Time moved normally again, your knees buckling as your hands shook violently, Yeosang talking about more and final guards that the boys shot down without hesitation. A heart wrenching sob broke through your chest as you rested hands on his, blood seeping through your fingers as the boys surrounded you with tears in their own eyes.

Yeosang was shouting about him and Seonghwa coming to help, but you pulled the in-ear out, the blood rushing past your ears too loud for more noise. You heard muffled voices, the boys trying to talk to you. But you couldn’t move. You applied as much pressure to his chest as you could until he grabbed your hands in his own trembling ones.

“It’s okay, my love.”

“NO. LET ME HELP YOU!”

He smiled at you sadly, his eyes creasing lightly as tears fell down his cheeks like they did yours.

“Shhh, shhh. It’s okay. Listen to me, Y/N.”

You sniffled, nodding at him lightly so he would continue even if it broke your heart into a million more pieces the more time passed without Seonghwa at his side as well.

“I would do this a million times over, my love. Only for you. I wouldn’t change a thing about our time together, it’s the happiest I’ve ever been. It’ll be okay, don’t worry. The boys will take care of you now. I love you, Y/N. More than I ever thought possible.”

You sobbed harder as you screamed into the air for Seonghwa to hurry his ass up, Hongjoong placing a gentle hand on your shoulder as you looked back down to your husband, his eyes glassy as the tears fell like raindrops from your cheeks onto his own. 

“I’ll find you again, my love. We’ll meet under the stars once more.”

You shook your head, your grip tightening on his hands as his fell limp. The scream that tore at your throat made the boys cry, the tears they were holding back for your sake falling heavily as they watched their brother take his last breath. Your scream rang through the room for a moment longer as Seonghwa and Yeosang burst through the doors, slowing to a stop when Hongjoong looked back at them with tear-tracked cheeks and shook his head. The two walked up slowly, completing the circle around you and your now dead husband. It felt bittersweet, having them all around you like they had been at your wedding in that same park. But now you could only sob from the pain as you watched the twinkle leave his eye.

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Now, Hongjoong squeezed your shoulder gently. You looked back at him as the tears tracked down your cheeks in an unstoppable downpour, his eyes filled with the same pain. An unspoken apology spoken through his eyes as he nodded at you.

“We need to go.”

Your tears picked up in speed, your breath hitching again at the thought of leaving him like this. You shook your head frantically, fighting San’s hold as he picked you up to carry you out, your husband’s blood staining his shirt as you clawed at his back with heart wrenching sobs. 

“Let me go! We can’t leave him!”, you managed to escape from Sans grip, running straight back to his side as you clung onto his body.

You whispered and whimpered ‘I love you’s into his hair as you cried harder, rocking back and forth as San grabbed you from under the arms again. You screamed ‘no’ at him, his hands leaving you slowly as he looked back at his friends with teary eyes, pain written all over his face as they shared your loss. They all felt your sobs like a shot to their own hearts, memories of your happy giggles and bright smiles with him by your side running through their heads. 

As they thought about the happiness you experienced with their brother at your side, you clung to him harder. Until you didn’t. You set him down slowly, the boys watching as you closed his eyes gently and laid gentle kisses over both as your tears glossed his face.

“We’ll meet again under the stars, Jongho. I love you.”

You stood slowly, letting San guide you away with heavy steps and hearts as you stared at the ground. We’ll meet again, you thought, sitting in the back of the van with tears falling from your cheeks. Like raindrops. 

[ohbo-ohno]

absolutely screaming thinking about conqueror ghost breaking knight johnny down completely to bring him to his side. the punishments that take him all the way out of his head with pain, the pleasure that makes him forget he’s ever lived without ghost and what he gives him. it’s an almost complete breaking-down of his will until he can’t remember why he ever fought. and reader forced to watch the whole time as their best and only friend, their first and only love, slips father and farther away…yeah

As attached as I am to the idea of Ghost beating the absolute shit out of Johnny (and I very much so am) i think in this AU it’s more of a “kill them with kindness situation”

Because Johnny is expecting to be tortured. He’s expecting for Ghost to come in and flag the skin from his bones, show him endless horrors again and again. But he doesn’t. He shows him how to fight, he tells him when he’s doing good, he gives him nicer things than the last king ever did.

And I’m sooo unsure about punishments, cause I could totally see conqueror Ghost doing some fucked up shit to Soap and then comforting him in the aftermath, twisting his wires that way. Makes him feel such horrible and excruciating pain/humiliation, then gives him pleasure he’s never even conceived of, makes himself the center of Johnny’s world - everything Johnny gets, good or bad, comes from Ghost

But I also like the idea of “punishment” being neglect. Johnny’s gonna misbehave and act out? Then he can lose Ghost’s favoritism. No more being one of the first to eat at mealtimes, no more private training sessions, no more kindness. Those things are all earned, and Johnny has to prove to Ghost that he deserves to earn them back

[spirit-lanterns]

SAHSR is an au in where reader is like the first aeon ever and its like a whole cult where everyone worships reader and are kinda yandere.

(SAHSR also stands for Self-aware Honkai Star Rail)

SAHSR actually stemmed from SAGAU (Self-aware Genshin AU) where reader is the creator of teyvat and is whorshiped by even the Archons themselves. Reader has golden blood and tears that turn to crystals and these attributes prove that reader is the creator.

SAGAU is mainly portrayed as yandere with a cultish amount of faith, loyalty and worship in reader but it sometimes protrayed as a less obsessive and healthier worshiping of creator reader.(Both of them are honestly pretty nice.)

SAHSR is still relatively new but from what ive read its where reader as an aeon attaches themself onto Stelle and the others can feel our divine presence and are wary of it and they do some digging and start to suspect that this pressnce is from an aeon that had disappeared or its were we play Honkai star rail, we live in the real world, and the characters slowly gain awarness and start to get attached to us to the point of yandere sometimes, and are looking for a way to bring us into their world.

It's a bit hard to explain but if you look up these au's on Tumblr you can get more information by reading what others that have written about it.

I wanted to ask about it cause there's like zero fics with the genshin and star rail women loving on a female higher being and I'm just starved of wlw in these au's.

Hope this helps!

Ah, I see. A Reader of mine informed me that it was basically the SAGAU but for HSR, and thankfully I know what SAGAU is, so it wasn’t too hard to understand the concept :)

I am okay with allowing self aware! AU asks on my blogs, though I can’t guarantee that I will write fics for it because I’m not too interested in the AU myself 😅 Thirsts and asks are completely fine as they don’t break my rules, so send all the SAGAU and SAHSR asks you please. I just won’t guarantee that I will answer them all, because it’s an AU that other people have made (I prefer to make my own AUs and make my own lore), and the concept of it is just “eh” for me.