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brat | track one

360

producer!suguru x popstar!reader

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wc: 2k

content: smut, fluff, smau / exhibitionism (concealed in a public setting), fingering, drug/alcohol use, ambiguous relationship status / a little scene-setting before we get into it next chapter :)

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Variety — YEAR OF THE BRAT: SUGURU GETO AND YN HAVE THE INDUSTRY IN A HEADLOCK (AND THEY’RE LAUGHING ABOUT IT)

Vulture — INSIDE THE CULT OF YN AND GETO: WHY EVERYONE’S COPYING THE CHAOS

The Cut — THE ART OF BEING WATCHED: THE ROLLOUT THAT TOOK OVER YOUR TIMELINE

[ seven days, 14 hours to drop ]

you’re chewing gum when you walk in.

the meeting room is glass-walled, over-lit, aggressively air-conditioned. it smells like money and emails. a brand director is mid-slide, gesturing at a screen filled with words like reach and multi-platform ecosystem. someone else chimes in about vertical integration.

suguru trails two steps behind you with half a croissant in his hand, headphones slung around his neck. he doesn’t say a word—just drops into the chair beside yours and opens his laptop as if the room isn’t full of people.

you don’t take your sunglasses off. their fault for lighting the place like an interrogation chamber.

“the aim is cultural virality,” someone says. “we’re thinking cross-brand utility meets niche rebellion.”

you blink slowly. blow a bubble. pop it.

“is there a slide where you tell us what the fuck that means?”

suguru doesn’t look up, but he does smirk beside you—the silent, crooked kind he gives you when he thinks you’re being mean on purpose. (you are.)

a younger exec tries to pivot. “no, like—we just want to elevate your image without diluting the—”

“please don’t say authenticity.” you cross your legs. “i’ll have to light myself on fire.”

[ six days, 12 hours to drop ]

@/cultyn (instagram post) 📸 : your silhouette behind a sheer curtain with silver tinsel, suguru’s tattooed hand pulling the curtain aside. 💬 : countdown in bio. don’t be late ⏳

@/cultgeto (instagram post) 📸 : same as yours. 💬 : it begins 🔄 360 video friday

[ four days, 22 hours to drop ]

you feel it before you name it—that warm, sparkling edge of visibility. the music’s perfect. the lights are forgiving. everyone’s looking, seeing exactly what you want them to.

but the only eyes that matter are fixed on you from a corner—suguru, legs spread and an arm slung over the back of the couch like the section belongs to him. (it does.)

he waits.

you let it build. air-kiss people you barely remember. twirl a girl’s hair between your fingers, whispering something that makes her giggle. lean into camera flashes, catching light in your earrings, your clothes, your teeth.

and when you’re satisfied, you cross the floor, hips swinging like a threat, and slot yourself between his knees. he leans back and gives you that look—somewhere between dare and devotion.

“having fun?” he asks, amused.

you straddle his thigh without answering. your skirt rides higher, his eyes drop lower. instead of stopping you, he grabs his jacket from the seat and drapes it over your bare shoulders—possession dressed as modesty.

“so fucking spoiled,” he mutters, more observation than complaint. like he’s proud. like he made you this way on purpose.

you roll your hips once. then again, slower, dirtier. a palm settles on your ass to guide you, not stop you. his show now, not yours. every grind hits harder as you fall into the rhythm he sets.

he takes your drink, downs it in one swallow, sets the glass aside. you watch his throat work before that same hand trails condensation up your thigh and under your skirt.

you’re slick through your panties.

“you’re such a fucking handful,” he says with a smirk, planting kisses from your cheek to your jaw. his voice is hot in your ear, close enough to catch between beats. “you know that?”

you tilt your head, feigning innocence. “wanted you to touch me.”

his smirk deepens when you slide your knees wider on the seat for him. he shifts your panties aside and sinks two fingers in.

your mouth drops open as he sets a pace. you arch into him automatically, grinding harder, already after something without permission. his palm presses over your clit with every thrust. it’s sloppy—shallow breath, parted lips, heavy eyelids.

you try to keep the rhythm, to stay composed, but his fingers work in time with the music, eyes pinned to your face. he kisses you when he catches it—the split second where it stops being teasing and starts being need.

“breathe.”

your hips stutter, the warning landing between your lungs and your legs.

“you’re gonna cum too fast.”

you nod, or shake your head—you don’t know. you ignore him like you always do, desperate now, chasing it like you’re not surrounded by strangers. if anyone’s watching, suguru’s already made sure they can’t see anyway.

“you wanna be fucked on this couch in front of everyone?” he asks, voice dropping to something fond and a little mean. “or are you gonna behave?”

you don’t answer. can’t. your forehead drops to his shoulder, breath hitching as his cologne fills your senses. you’re right on the edge—

“i know, baby.” he murmurs it like a spell, dragging his thumb up your clit. “i know. make a mess if you need to.”

you cum on his hand like it was his idea. like you didn’t start the whole thing in the first place.

he keeps you there, fingers still inside, letting you come apart in pieces on top of him. your hips twitch and you whimper into his throat, melting against him. he lets you ride it out. lets your slick flood over his fingers and down his hand, then pulls out slowly. tucks your panties back into place too carefully for what just happened.

then he brings one finger to his mouth, licking it clean. he offers the other to you, and you take it like you always do—lips parted, tongue out, wrapping around him slow in the way you know drives him insane. you suck, humming low in your throat like a thank you.

you start to lift your head, suddenly aware of where you are and the fact that the song’s changed twice, but a hand finds the back of your neck, grounding you as he kisses your temple.

“not yet,” he murmurs. “you’re okay.”

so you exhale and let yourself sink into him fully. your cheek pressed to his chest, his arm snug around your waist, jacket still warm over your shoulders. the music keeps playing and the lights keep shifting, but for a few more seconds, you stay where you are.

[ four hours to drop ]

you’re twenty-five minutes late and only partially dressed when you go live.

you rarely do interviews separately. don’t take meetings separately either, unless you’re trying to scare someone. livestreams are the same—it’s him or nothing.

suguru stands behind you, black shirt half-buttoned with the sleeves rolled up. he’s halfway through lacing your corset, rings flashing as he works the ribbon like he’s tying a gift.

“i told you to start getting ready two hours ago,” he mutters, eyes on his hands.

“you did,” you agree with a nod, squinting at the phone propped against the hotel mirror. the chat scrolls too fast to follow, but you catch a few:

SUGURU HANDS WATCHERS STAND UP he’s doing it wrong but like… sexy?? she’s so calm i would be screaming and crying and biting

“chat says you’re doing it wrong.”

“chat can’t get you out of a corset with one hand,” he deadpans, not even looking up.

you seal the joint in your hands with a slow press of your tongue, dragging it across the paper like you know he’s watching. (he is. he always is.)

he finishes with a final tug, knotting the ribbon tight and smoothing the laces like he’s proud of himself. his fingers trail down your spine in a lazy line as he kisses your bare shoulder once, soft and thoughtless.

the lighter clicks. you inhale, exhale. watch him in the mirror as he disappears from the frame to rifle through the jewelry you’d dumped onto the counter earlier.

he returns with earrings, necklaces, and bangles in hand.

“stay still.”

his fingers are cool where they skim your neck. he hooks the earrings in slow, fastens your necklace, slips each bracelet on one by one and brings your hand to his lips when he’s done.

you pass him the joint.

“we were supposed to be there thirty minutes ago and it’s thirty minutes away,” he says, exhaling smoke.

“mm,” you reply, dabbing on lip gloss. “better hurry up and pick my shoes then.”

i’ve never wanted to be a joint so bad in my whole life HE PICKS HER JEWELRY?????? is this foreplay or a grwm

[ 30 minutes to drop ]

the diesel party is still going by the time you leave. your heels click loudly against the sidewalk. suguru’s hand rests low at your back, half-steering. he smells like weed and your favorite cologne.

someone with a press badge calls your name—matte lipstick, eyes wide like she can’t believe you’re real. she catches you just before the car with a mic, a cameraman, and a hopeful smile.

“just a second—can we get a quick word? you both look—” she hesitates, trying to find the right language. “—unreal.”

suguru stops halfway behind you, not moving his hand from your waist.

“so,” she starts, practically vibrating. “what made you two want to show up together for tonight’s diesel launch?”

“we love a party,” you reply, smiling.

she laughs like it’s charming. follows up with something about your sound, the visuals you’ve been putting out recently. you let suguru answer that one—you’re busy watching the lights bounce off the gloss you left on his cheekbone.

“okay, last one. you probably get this all the time, but—are you two… together?”

suguru grins. “we’re the same person.”

you don’t miss a beat. “worse.”

the interviewer laughs, flustered and delighted. “right. okay. thank you—”

but you’re already sliding into the backseat.

the car door shuts and the world cuts out. no bass, no flashing lights. just dark leather and air conditioning and exhaustion behind your eyes.

you exhale once, sharp, and start leaning forward to unbuckle your shoes.

suguru stops you. “let me.” like it’s obvious.

he pulls your feet into his lap one at a time, slipping the heels off like you’re breakable. his thumb circles your ankle, slow and grounding. your breathing evens out.

outside, cameras flash against the windows, but the tint’s too dark for them to get anything real.

it echoes in your head. are you two together?

“you didn’t say no,” you say softly, eyes closed.

he keeps rubbing. “you didn’t either.”

when you look at him, he’s smiling at you, eyes soft like he’s listening for something unspoken.

you settle deeper into the seat, one hand resting over his.

neither of you has said it.

but he always shows up. always looks at you like you’re the only person in the world speaking his language.

and you do the same.

you’re each other’s. just not in a way you can put in writing.

[ three minutes post-drop ]

the 360 video drops at midnight. it’s trending by 12:03.

the internet does what it always does.

@/bratchive: every brand strategist watching this with tears in their eyes

@/getogirl: brat / tamer dynamic so loud you can hear the leash drag

@/forynonly: legacy is UNDEBATEDDDDD icon behavior

you don’t check your phone, but you feel it—the shift, the buzz, the spin of it all. the world catching up to something you’ve already lived through.

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wyvernest · 10 months ago

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cregan stark x f!targaryen!reader

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>Queen Rhaenyra has sent you away from the brewing war to safety since your brother, Jacaerys, has secured the Pact of Ice and Fire. You have to honor it by marrying Lord Cregan Stark.

cw: slow burn, fluff, eventual smut, angst, follows book events with slight deviations, im planning to let jacaerys live! every chapter is around 2k wc

chapter cw: tension, fluff, a little angst, they are starting to fall for eachother

“The ceremony will be held tomorrow.” Cregan’s deep and steely voice rings with an imposing echo onto the stone walls of the great hall of Winterfell. “My lady is worn from the journey.”

Although the order seemingly held some benevolence to your sore legs and southern blood barely adjusting to the newfound cold, his voice feels so detached that you find yourself wondering whether he truly did care for your spirits, or if he only wished it as a polite formality.

“I will take my leave before sundown, sister.” Jacaerys places a comforting hand on your shoulder. “I must be back at Dragonstone before the new moon.”

“Ill news?” you ask, already troubled and feeling incapacitated from protecting and helping your family.

“Ser Criston Cole marches on Duskendale lands. I must be present at the council to take action.”

“What about me?” You worry, and only after speaking do you realize how stupid the question was.

Jacaerys takes a moment to reply, evidently not wanting to make you feel more secluded than you were.

“I will not make any decision that you wouldn't have in my stead.” He decides, “I will send you ravens to inform you, and represent you.” a pause, “unofficially.”

There is nothing more to be said. Any words he could sweeten end with the same inevitable finale. No raven could fly fast enough to deliver your ideas soon enough for the Greens not to gain an advantage over the reluctance of your team.

You are a pawn. Your dragon is a pawn. And you will only read about the war as if it were history before you could contribute.

“I understand.” You manage to let out without showing how disturbed you are and possibly making the northern lords think that you were terrified to marry their leader.

With a hug too frail to even begin to express how much you will miss him, your brother mounts his dragon after the welcoming festivities in the great hall and takes off with a blow of wings that normally would have had you taking a few steps back from Vermax.

But now it didn't matter anymore. You watch as your only friend dissolves into the skies thick with white clouds, becoming nothing but a raven in the distance.

Suvion cries out, a sharp, strained screech that only pain as great as yours could have caused, and the clouds answer, though you cannot see him anymore.

You are taken aback at the feeling of heavy pelts placed upon your shoulders, and only then you realize how cold you are. Your frigid fingers reach around your own neck to grasp at it and keep it from falling.

“The cold is treacherous. One moment you may think you're warm, and the following, your heart stops.” Cregan comes to stand next to you, looking away to where Vermax had disappeared.

“Thank you, my lord.” You speak coyly, quietly, so he wouldn't catch the crack in your voice and think you weak and soft. Perhaps in a different situation, you would have blushed at his kindness, but the ice wall you felt between you and him was now more palpable than ever. Alone, with a stranger.

“You should come inside.” He insists, but it is not advice, it's a courteous command.

Without a word, you turn and listen. You are escorted to your chamber in the castle, and as you pass through the halls, you look around like a lowborn in a dragonpit. At least that's what it must look like, but in your heart it was storming; how different the place was from what you have known your whole life, the people, the sounds in the yard, the very air of the keep.

He stops in front of your door, beckoning you inside.

“Send for me should you need anything your handmaiden cannot provide.”

His voice is softer, as if trying to indulge you and your loss. As if he understands.

“Yes, my lord.”

“Cregan.”

You do not know for certain if there truly is a gleam of affection in his eyes as he says it, but you do know that you held yourself back from leaning forward in his arms.

Oh, how you wanted to just let it out, and how you wanted him to hold you through it. To offer some comfort that, at least, he cared for you. That he wasn't a cold hearted man with nothing warmer than diplomatic skills. Whom you would have to learn how to love the hard way. Only you know how your heart briefly yearned for him to offer you strength.

But alas, it was not proper. Too soon.

“Cregan.” You accept, and he barely hears it. Your heart sinks when he nods politely and slowly shuts the door, and it sinks further at the sound of his boots on the cold stone outside your chamber, walking away.

A terribly tragic thought slips into your tired mind; that he is betrothed to you, yet his heart belongs to another. Northerners love northerners, and the Stark men have mostly married into vassal houses of the north in the past.

No matter how loyal he is to be from now, his thoughts will always be about her, the people will always know about her.

Suvion's head appears at your window, blocking out the moonlight.

“Oh, you,” You whine, opening the windows and laying your upper body on his snout.

You hear someone gasp and scream in the courtyard, no doubt because of the dragon clawing at the walls of the castle.

“We should find some place good for you. Somewhere safe and warm.” He growls sorrowfully, as if aware.

But it doesn't last long. As quickly as he came at the window, Suvion rips away from your touch and carefully leaps out of the castle yard and up into the night sky. His otherwise white scales now partly reflect the dark of night in their shine, making it impossible for you to even tell how high up he was.

Alone again. You knew he wouldn't go far, that he only needed to hunt and come back, but you wished for leverage that was now gone.

Restless and troubled, you decide to take a stroll around the keep that is to be yours in less than a day.

You follow your curiosity back to the great hall, from where you hear whispered voices and see glimmers of lit torches.

“...of the beast. Food is scarce.”

“It will set eyes upon us.”

“Lord Glover, this is necessary. I do not wish-”

The lords at the table turn abruptly at the sight of the shadow you cast into the obscured hall.

“My lady. Is everything alright?” You hear Cregan's voice, his face away from light.

You feel embarrassed and stupid, interrupting a clearly important talk of resources that did not yet concern you and making the impression of a spoiled, uneducated woman.

“No- I didn't mean to intrude.”

“You could never be intruding on talks of our domain.” He attempts to soothe your nerves, although the implication of responsibilities is indomitable in his tone.

You approach them, carefully eyeing the other lords, feeling quite literally akin to a lizard slithering into a den of wolves. You cannot read anything on their stern faces, and it doesn't fail to make you uneasy and put your guard up.

“The dragon, my lady,” one of them starts, a man well past his youth, “he is a welcomed weapon in the North, although -”

“Although it is true that war has brought us both here, my lord, a dragon is not a weapon.” You warn with a poised expression, as respectfully as you could, yet fire dripped from your words.

The other men frowned in surprise and disapproval, but said nothing. You glance at Cregan, by your side, hoping to be faced with kindness, but instead your heart skips a beat at the sight of a cutthroat look he was throwing at the men, protective of your contribution.

“-apologies. The dragon is a welcomed ally. But livestock is barely enough to get us through what's to come. What are we to offer? Sheep?”

“We have endured harsher winters with lesser than we have today.” Your betrothed reassures, despite the evident growing concern.

“Suvion is big enough to hunt for himself, I dare say. The cold doesn't seem to burden him. There is absolutely no need to thin out the herd for him, my lords.”

You struggle to conceal a sharp gasp when his hand runs up your lower back. A way to show approval of your input, no doubt, yet you find that every crumble of affection he grants you is more than enough to spark fire in your body. Is that what you have come to?

You were worried enough that the rough stoicism of the north man wouldn't provide half the love you dreamed of, yet now you falter on that thought. If such a touch is already setting you alight, what would more do?

“A good omen. Prince Velaryon’s first visit wasn't as uneventful.”

“It is settled then. We will discuss other matters after the wedding.” He commanded, and your stomach flipped at the mention of your union.

With the lords out of the room, Cregan turns to you.

“I thought you would be resting. It's near the hour of the ghosts.” He speaks gently with a warm vibration in his voice, as if you have been wedded for years and he knows all about your practices and nature.

“I couldn't. The more I lay there waiting, the more it felt like I would never find sleep again.”

A faint smile lights up your tense visage, an instinctual way of wanting to see him soften as well.

He looks intently, clearly understanding of your friendliness, but it does nothing to soothe his brow further.

“Come. I wish to speak with you, since neither of us cannot find slumber.”

Neither of us? What is that supposed to mean?

You once again hook your arm around his, his body heat immediately warming you up and putting you at ease. He leads you into his chambers, a strong fire already lit in the hearth.

“Is this proper?”

“Whoever shall dare speak ill of my wife will never speak again.”

A shiver runs up your spine. Whether it's a pleasant or a distressed one, you cannot tell anymore.

“I know how you must feel, although it may not seem like it.” He begins, beckoning you to sit on the edge of the bed. “It's the duty that comes with the name.”

“Yes.” You agree, wanting to hear more of what he wishes to tell you. “Although my biggest concern lies with my position. I feel…” You cease before you could say something like “trapped” or “exiled”. He has been nothing but good to you since you arrived and you do not want to seem ungrateful or hostile. You do like him.

But before you could find the right words, he kneels in front of you on the floor and takes your hands in his. Your heart stops. Your brain shuts down. Gods.

“-powerless.” He untangles your mind and finishes your thought. “But you aren't. We will offer help, I do not intend to trample the oath I swore to your brother. The oath I am to swear to you.” He adds, his tone is soft and tender yet his words so meaningful and heavy, you hear them as though their echo reverberated in the entire room around you.

His thumb delicately rubs over your knuckles, his expression as stoic as ever, only his actions speak differently. He leans forward and places a kiss on the back of your hand, assuring and loving.

You draw in a sharp breath, as if you haven't felt affection before in your life.

“Cregan.” is all you manage.

“It is true that this union was made with interest. But you are not unwanted, my lady. I believe we will find more than allies in each other.”

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necessiteez · 1 year ago

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HONGJOONG SMUT FIC RECS LIBRARY

disclaimer: I do not own any of these works and they do not represent the real kim hongjoong. all rights belong to the respective writers who made them.

everything listed will be only hongjoong x reader (fem/male/gn) pairing and it will contain suggestive/smut themes. if it includes another member, I will also indicate it. fics will be categorized into aus so it will be easy to find.

I won't be including mtls, bullet lists, and other members' fics. if you are looking for recs with different members I'm sure other atinys have posted their own lists. These are all personal favorites and I'll only be including tropes/aus that I'm comfortable with (there won't be a/b/o, master kink, hybrid aus etc. sorry).

lastly, please let the writers know if you love their works so we can enjoy more of their content. have fun reading!

1. First Floor

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1.5 Secret Room

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2.5 Banned Books

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3. Third Floor

⚠︎UNDER CONSTRUCTION⚠︎

✶ - favorites

╔══ first♕floor ══╗

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Make You Feel Better - @hongthoven (wc 3.2k)

Studio Sessions feat. Jongho - Atiny_DazzlingLight on ao3 (wc 5k)

To Make an Album - @bambikisss

✶ Make You Cry for Me (When I Put My Lips on You) - wonuha on ao3 (wc 5.7k)

Studio Time feat. Mingi - @yuta-senpai (wc 1.9k)

✶ Public/Recorded Sex feat. Wooyoung - @hongism (wc 4k)

Fragile - @ilwonuu

Attention feat. Seonghwa - @beginningofwonderland

22:48 - @beatteez

Two's Better Than One feat. Mingi - @ateezscupid

After Hours - nateezfics (wc 500)

「 ✦ Soft!Hongjoong ✦ 」

includes: Soft Dom! Hongjoong, Service Top! Hongjoong, Needy! Hongjoong, lots and lots and lots of praise my favorite

Morning Haze - nateezfics (wc 1.4k)

✶ All Mine - hongthoven (wc 2.6k)

✶ Oxygen - whatudowhennooneseesyou (wc 820)

✶ Addicted - @justaaveragereader (wc 1.8k)

HJ & Shibari - @mia-tiny (wc 729)

Precious - @latte-fairytaekwoon (wc 3k)

✶ Pretty Pink - nateezfics (wc 2k)

My Angel - @mirror-juliet

✶ You're My Desire - hongism (wc 1.3k)

Day 17: Body Worship - @ateezreactionsandscenarios (wc 1k)

Scream It Louder - atinywooyoung on a03

Keep Me Close - crimsonbubble

Early Mornings - ddeongsami on ao3 (wc 3.3k)

✶ Good Morning Captain - iguessireadfanficnow on a03 (wc 2k)

✶ Sleep Better - @tinyidle (wc 2k)

Need You - @luvryeo (wc 500)

✶ Untitled drabble- @atinycafe (wc 900)

Stay - atinycafe (wc 1.2k)

Be Hongjoong's cockslut - k-hotchoisan

Take It Easy gn!reader- ocean-ai (wc 700)

✶ Through It All feat. Mingi - @felixsramen

Glad You Came - @frenchkisstheabyss (wc 1.8k)

A Hazy Evening gn!, high sex- cheollipop (wc 1.8k)

Untitled drabble - byuntrash101

* First Time

Philoselene - @ncteez

Untitled drabble - k-hotchoisan

✶ First Time - whatudowhennooneseesyou (wc 2k)

「 ✦ Non-Human!Hongjoong ✦ 」

✶ Here Were Fairies fairy!hongoong - pearlypearlypearl on ao3 (wc 10k)

Ugly Dragon dragon!hongjoong- @thelargefrye (wc 2k)

✶ Shells mermaid!hongjoong - @last-words-ofashootingstar (multi-chapter)

Something Sinister feat. Seonghwa- @hansols-yoda-boxers (wc 5.2k)

Day 3: Mirror Sex Grim Reaper!Hongjoong - sanjoongie (wc 1.8k)

Project Omen dragon!Hongjoong feat. Wooyoung- @atzfilm (wc 40k)

Drowning in Pleasure siren!Hongjoong- @twisted-tales-of-all (wc 2.3k)

🆕✨ Gaze of Stone gorgon!Hongjoong - @ilovejeongintoo (wc 5k)

「 ✦ Bad Boy!Hongjoong ✦ 」

includes Goth, Emo, Punk dark aesthetic Hongjoong

✶ Ohmami - bambikisss

Dark Kiss part 1 - latte-fairytaekwoon (wc 5k)

Dark Kiss part 2 - latte-fairytaekwoon (wc 8.5k)

Ugh, As If - @ennysbookstore (wc 11k)

Ugh, As If bonus 1 - ennysbookstore (wc 5.4k)

Ugh, As If bonus 2 - ennysbookstore (wc 5.5k)

˖ ࣪⭑last updated 07/05/24 ˖ ࣪⭑

#hongjoong smut #hongjoong x reader #ateez smut #ateez x reader #ateez au #ateez imagines #hongjoong imagines #hongjoong au #fic recs #ateez fic recs #hongjoong #ateez hongjoong #ateez hongjoong smut #kim hongjoong

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myjjongie · 6 months ago

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♯┆FIGHTING FOR FIRST ── P. JONGSEONG.ᐟ SMAU

PAIRING: college student!jay x college student fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: you and jay have been at each others throats for the whole time you've been enrolled at decelis university. the reason for the rivalry in question? the #1 rank on the academic leaderboard in the university. you went through your whole high school life being #1 on the academic leaderboard. you meet jay, who also had the same upbringing in high school. things then start to turn into a constant battle. leaving you constantly in second place and jay in first place every rank update.

GENRE: smau plus written parts (will be specified), college au, enemies to friends to lovers, academic rivals, pining, he fell first but is in heavy denial in the beginning (sigh), fluff, crack

FEATURING: enhypen (all members) p1harmony (keeho) riize (sohee & seunghan) aespa (ningning) + mentions of other idols

WARNINGS: kys/kms jokes, swearing, friendly bullying, inappropriate jokes, mentions of alcohol and drinking (done wisely)

SCHEDULE: every tuesday and friday (up to change, usually consistent though)

TAGLIST: closed !

STATUS: FINISHED ( 11/19/2024 - 05/02/2025 )

PLAYLIST: APT rose ft. bruno mars, all i wanted paramore, r u mine? artic monkeys, poison nct dream, you get me so high the neighbourhood, i wanna be yours artic monkeys, something about you eyedress ft. dent may, my kind of woman mac demarco, glue song beabadoobee, cherry waves deftones, sextape deftones, you nctdream

A. NOTE: noticed not that many people write smaus for jay, so here i am…. first time making a smau as well. i hope you guys like it !! i think thats all i have to say. enjoy this :3

PROFILES.ᐟ ───

(bad bitches + jake) (thing 1,2,3,4,5) (bonus)

CHAPTERS ─────────୨୧⋆ ˚

one. IM GONNA (K)eep (M)yself (S)afe two. YAY JAKEY three. im sooooooooooo drunk rn hehe four. my girls face card never declines five. why is bro thirst trapping on my timeline rn.. six. and im not fine shyt seven. my biggest fans ever chat ! (wc; 821) eight. then i crashed out and DIED nine. HOLY FUCK SPEAK OF THE DEVIL BRB ten. #STANDUPQUEEN eleven. HE ONLY SHOWED HALF OF HIS FACE twelve. stage 1. acceptance thirteen. rest in piss yn fourteen. jake crashout before GTA6 fifteen. womp womp :3 sixteen. we need to talk (wc; 1.2k) seventeen. FUCK OFF JAKE SIM eighteen. i live in a world nineteen. are you wasted rn? twenty. yeah i'm goated ik (wc; 2k) twentyone. oh jaaaayyyy :3 twentytwo. i fear. maybe. maybe he wants you??? (wc; 651) twentythree. i lob aquarium twentyfour. bro just play roblox. twentyfive. MY SHAYLA twentysix. it be your own best friends. twentyseven. de nile is a river twentyeight. you are not slick twentynine. CLOCKED HER I DO NOT FEAR thirty. gatekeeping isn’t enough…. thirtyone. #NEEDYOU thirtytwo. *explodes* thirtythree. MEN AINT SHIT (wc; 1.1k) thirtyfour. i will hit you thirtyfive. fuck you /derogatory thirtysix. ahhh you mad thirtyseven. woe is me thirtyeight. kiss and makeup (wc; 1.2k) thirtynine. that's my man forty. time fucking flies

bonus chapters tba....

fighting for first taglist (closed) ...

@idontknowhowtomakeusernames @right-person-wrong-time @jakeyverse @minthoons @punchbug9-blog @starfallia @heartheejake @ikeulove @rairaiblog @kazemiya @yourssincerely-mimi @wondipity @leehsngs @justalittle-hee @chandmyseven @letwiiparkjay @dylanobr1ens @bbsantc @beigerin @mwahvvis @nickiminajleftasscheek @firstclassjaylee @strayy-kidz @itrytomakesenseofitall @rikizm @sumzysworld @jiheonie @heelovesmeknot @qfeet @jungwoniee @yuyamihi @jayhoonvroom @lockburn-castle @kukkurookkoo @1-itsneverthatserious-1 @luvleyylina @seyoungiesleeps @joonsprettygf @ddolleri @yuyita-rosier @zaycie @hoonkishoe @nishivyuxini @soondoongdoriii @choicila @sunhyeswife @kirakun @urmomdotcom5678 @asterialvia @doveblackboat @getoxo @starniras

©myjjongie 2024

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yourfatherlucifer · 6 months ago

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| 𝒮𝑒𝓁𝒻𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 | Chapter One

Mafia!Ot8!Ateez x Female!Reader

Summary: After losing everything through gambling, your father's debts to the Ateez Mafia have resulted in you becoming their property. With no other family left, you are now at the mercy of these dangerous criminals due to your father's reckless actions.

Warnings for this chapter: Slight Parental Abuse, kidnapping, mental breakdown, MDNI

My Thankful Help: @potatomountain @kitten4sannie @rems-writing

WC: 1.7k

AU: Mafia

Nets: @othersideoutlawsnetwork

AN: This chapter is under 2k because as I said, the first chapter would be short.

Tags: @xomakara @jedi-dreea @beabatiny @ateezaddict24 @spenceatiny18 @18fernanda @prodsh00ky @evercodeee @yizhou-time @smally97 @eshia-16 @daniela-f-uwu @peachyy-joonie @butterfliesinthenightsky @dassmyname @unlikelysublimekryptonite @dollinno @stay-tiny-things @joongscheese @misskarynie @monstacheol @yeosangcutie0615 @mariaa @pinuspot @amphiroxx

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“Dad, please, this is all I have left!” Y/N’s dad didn’t care, he snatched the few bills she clenched in her palms, then shoved her to the floor.

“I don’t care. I need it more, you brat.”

Her father left her on the cold hard floor without another thought as he exited her home.

This all started five years ago, when her mother died and her father became a huge gambling addict. Every bit of death insurance money that was left for their daughter was stolen by the father for excessive spending.

Whatever, his ass can forget it.

Y/N had to return to work if she wanted to keep her home, rent and bills were definitely no joke. With a sigh and groan, she grabbed her apron and hat. As much as she hated her customers, she had a good job. It paid well and gave her a nice home: small, but nice. The best part is that it’s away from her fathers run down house.

Oh the family home..it used to be so beautiful. Y/N’s mother always kept it so extravagant and beautiful, her father actually built it for her mother. Alas, once she died, Y/N’s dad let it fall into disrepair. Holes in the floor, broken windows, no working appliances. It truly was just, not hospitable in any way shape or form.

The walk to the car was miserable, with her pockets robbed of the last cash she had, her bank account stripped clean of its currency. Y/N hated her father in these final minutes to her car, “Piece of shit, hate his ass.”

Her car struggled to start, pissing her off even more. Her hands smacked against the steering wheel and she let out an agonizing scream. Tears streamed down her face that signified her further frustration. Why? Why not was her life like this? Y/N stepped out of her car with a slam of the door. Bus transposition it is. She could only count on the money she made tonight to make it back home. Her bus card only had enough for one ride.

Y/N grabbed her coat before heading back outside to the bus station, it better not be packed. Her day was already shitty and she didn’t need to be jostled around by people on the way to work.

The moment she stepped onto the bus and scanned her card, only then could she breathe a sigh of relief. There was no one on the bus which gave her momentary tranquility. A peaceful silence if you must.

After the jostling bus ride and arriving to work, Y/N prepared for a long day ahead of her. Hopefully having no shitty customers and ending the day with a good pay.

She needs it.

About six hours later, she was clocked out of work with some cash in her pocket, she had made about one hundred and twenty four dollars. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to get her home and maybe something ordered to eat. Tomorrow's payment would have to go to rent no matter what. She absolutely cannot afford to be homeless.

It had turned dark outside on the way home which she didn’t mind but alas, men. She never had to worry about that but she still worried regardless.

With her home in sight, she let out another sigh of relief and stepped inside. Why was it so dark? She knows she left the lights on. She was sure she left them on. Y/N was about to bolt when hands grabbed her and the lights turned on.

Three men resided in her home entrance and she panicked, “Who the hell are you people and why are you in my home?” She tried her hardest to break away from the man’s hold, she couldn’t see what they looked like and that scared her.

A short one with orange hair pushed himself off the couch with a frown, “You’re not Mark..” His face grew cold, “Might I ask who you are instead?”

Y/N could only scowl before giving in, “I’m his daughter. What do you want with my father?”

“Well, you see, he owes us a hefty bit of money. He listed this place as his home but he’s not here. Do you know where he is?” He came face to face with the girl as he scanned her body up and down. Quite the specimen indeed, he thought.

Y/N shook her head, “Why the hell would I know where that deadbeat is? He’s nothing but trouble and continues to steal my money.”

This made the man laugh, the others stiffening.

“Oh, yeah, sounds just like him.” He thought for a moment before nodding to himself, “Well, guess we’re gonna have to take you instead! Maybe we can lure him out with you.”

Before she could protest and scream for help, something was bashed against her head and she fell to the floor in a blackout.

Time flew by quickly.

The moment she woke up, she realized she was in a cell, her body wrapped in a tight rope and her legs barred together tightly.

Y/N began to cry, of course her father would get her in this situation. What a dickweed.

A light quickly flashed into the dark room, someone stepped in.

“Oh, good. You’re awake.” The voice was monotone, “Captain wants to see you.” The sounds of keys jingling rattled her ears, swearing she had a concussion.

She was quickly yanked up and taken outside of the cell, “Do not attempt to flee, I will just shove you back in there with nothing to eat.”

Y/N gave in and let him take her upstairs. She was astonished by his beauty once they reached the light. No, no, do not think that way, she thought to herself. She was kidnapped.

She was taken to a room that was secluded from the rest, chandeliers lining the hallway as she walked, well, was forced down. Still, a beautiful place that astonished her.

Once she was shoved into the room and the door slammed behind her, only then could she look up from where she fell.

The other man stood up from his seat and helped her stand up, “I told you to be gentle, Jongho. Follow my orders next time or you know damn well what happens.”

“Yes, Hongjoong, sir, I’m sorry.” The voice spoke from behind the girl.

This guy was the boss?

“I’m Hongjoong, I’m the leader of ateez and you’re in our home. You can thank your father for that.” Hongjoong gently brought Y/N to a seat and sat her down, sending shivers down her spine.

“What do I have to do with my father? He’s not going to rescue me. He only cares about his money.” He didn’t like those words but quickly gathered his cool.

“No matter, fathers always come back if they want to escape our wrath.” Hongjoong cleared his throat before he stood up once more, “You’ll be staying with us until he makes an appearance or pays us back.”

She knew neither was going to happen. She’d be stuck here forever until the day she died.

Tears lined her eyes as she tried to fight them back, “Then you should just kill me.”

Hongjoong laughed in such a maniacal way that it scared Y/N, “I won’t be doing that either, you’re too pretty to kill. I like you.” He wasn’t sending any red flags but still, he scared Y/N.

“Fine.”

“Good girl. Jongho, take her to the room I had prepared and have the maids clean her up and feed her.” With a wave of his hand, Y/N was back to being yanked around, “Be gentle, dammit!” His fist smacked against the desk and Jongho was frightened once more, being more careful than he had before.

When the two of them were out of sight, Jongho was harsh once again, “I don’t like you. I don’t see why Captain has such an interest in you, I would’ve just killed you if I was in his position.”

Y/N couldn’t say anything, she was too scared, too afraid to die in all honesty. She could only wonder what would happen to her home, her job, everything she had. Would she just be reported as missing? What would happen? Would anyone even care?

“You’ll be staying in here.” She was shoved into a room once again but maids rushed to her this time, helping her to the bed, almost as if they were also afraid of Hongjoong.

She didn’t blame them.

Y/N didn’t even fight back, she let them undress her, too hollow of shell at the moment. They led her to a prepared bath, it was..big. Too big.

They helped her inside and began washing her body before she shouted, “I can do it myself, thank you.” The maids didn’t scamper off unfortunately.

“We’re so sorry, but Mr Kim wants us doing this. We have to.” They spoke with such a frightening tone, almost as if they were gonna get their heads chopped off on a stand.

They scrubbed her body with such ease and care, not wanting to hurt the girl. Too scared to do so. Then again, they haven’t had another girl in the house in so long. It was nice.

Once they were done, they had her step out, drying and dressing her in a gown. Something she normally would never wear, alas she has no choice unfortunately. If this is what the man wanted her to wear then so be it.

The several maids took their leave for a moment and Y/N took that as her chance to escape. She bolted out of the bathroom, out of the room, then into the hallway. Her heavy breaths carried her in a panic, but what she didn’t expect was to run in a hard chest.

Y/N screamed in defeat as they grabbed her tight. She recognized the hold as the person who captured her home.

“Just where do you think you’re going?” The voice snickered in such a mimicking tone, “Mm, captain is gonna love to hear about this.”

Y/N stared up into his eyes, yet another beautiful man and this one was definitely tall.

“You do look delicious.” However, he shrugged and dragged her back into the room, “I’m Mingi, though, next time you try to escape, I won’t be so lenient.” The door was slammed as Mingi left her in the cold and dark room once more.

Y/N could only cry as she came to the conclusion she was never leaving this place.

Ever.

#ateez x reader #ateez ot8 x reader #ateez imagines #x reader #selfish love ateez #ateez ot8 smut #hongjoong x reader #seonghwa x reader #yunho x reader #yeosang x reader #san x reader #mingi x reader #wooyoung x reader #jongho x reader #ateez fanfiction

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jayniks · 1 year ago

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SEX NOTE SERIES

So, I decided to do this series to celebrate my 300 followers. You can ask me to add any idol + the situation, whether male or female. The final chapter will be sunoo, regardless of which idols come first.

🌊 ⏝⠀ ⚓️ ㅤ५‌ ۟ 𓂂 ꒰੭

SEX NOTE (l.hs)

After discovering the magic book, you tried to "test" it to see if it was true, you thought nothing would happen until you heard a chuckle behind you.

WC . 2.3k

PAIRING . Idol!heeseung x normal!reader

WARNINGS . ft. Jake Sim, if you saw the anime don't read this because it's not a faithful adaptation, sex (mdni), oral sex (both reciving), boobjob, boobsucking, playing with nipples, 3 rounds, sucking fingers, cum eating, dirty talk, spit play, foreplay, lmk if I missed anything else

Read here.

SEX NOTE (p.js)

after summoning heeseung, you wandered around your room looking for any ideas. Seeing your poster of your favorite band, you thought "why not invoke the guitarist?" and that's what you did, although the situation was quickly reversed when you saw how malicious he was.

WC . 2,3k

PAIRING . Rockstar!jay x fan!reader

WARNINGS . smut (mdni), oral sex (m receiving), tease, anal sex, mouth fucking, a little cuck!jake?, mentions of Jake's mom and Jake himself, magical appearance, chocking, a little filler just like in the original series, degradation, tying, unreal themes, a bit of noncon?, squirt, curses, let me know if I left something out.

Read here.

SEX NOTE (s.jy)

Your friend is jealous that, thanks to the book that HE gave you, you no longer pay attention to him, so he writes to you in that notebook in a fit of jealousy.

WC . 4,0k

PAIRING . childhoodfriend!jake x normal!reader

WARNINGS . smut (mdni), oral sex (f receiving), lots of kisses, assjob(idk if it's called that), manhandling, spanking, voyeurism, creampie.

Read here.

SEX NOTE (p.sh)

you carried that notebook everywhere, even to your doctor's office. you were in the middle of writing something when the doctor interrupted you, taking the notebook out of your hands.

WC . 2k~3k

PAIRING . doctor!sunghoon x pacient!reader

WARNINGS . smut (mdni), a little cnc if you think about it, teasing, fingering, masturbation (f receiving), creampie (the sword must have a sheath), let me know if I missed anything

Relase date: after jake.

SEX NOTE (y.jw)

you wanted to know if it would work to create a fictional character from your mind, but when it was time to think of the name your cat jumped into your lap and ruined everything.

WC . 2k~3k

PAIRING . HEAR ME OUR FIRST, I'M NOT A FURRY, READ FIRST cat-to-human!jungwon x owner!reader

WARNINGS . smut (mdni), weird situation (HEAR ME OUT), pussy eating, nip licking, sub!won, lots of whimpering from wonie, mentions of "mommy", let me know if I missed anything

Relase date: after sunghoon.

SEX NOTE (l.jn)

after the situation with your cat, you wanted to test what would happen if you did the same with your mother's old magazine.

WC . 2k~3k

PAIRING . 90sModel!jeno x normal!reader

WARNINGS . smut (mdni), unreal situation, cum on face, spit kink, eye contact, slapping, p in v, no protection but cums outside (never do that), let me know if I missed anything

Relase date: after jungwon.

SEX NOTE (k.js)

you had been on a week-long streak without using the book, a streak that was broken when you went to buy a coffee for your friend (oh, remembering Jake...) and saw the most beautiful man you had ever seen.

WC . 2k~3k

PAIRING . bartender!jongseob x costumer!reader

WARNINGS . smut (mdni), seob is a bit depressing, it's also a bit perv, facial, nipple licking (not the ones you think), sex on the table, let me know if I missed anything

Relase date: after jeno.

SEX NOTE (y.jm)

you were liking the massage too much, why not improve it?

WC . 2k~3k

PAIRING . massager!karina x costumer!reader

WARNINGS . smut (mdni), body caressing, dirty talk, rubbing, fingering, cum licking, let me know if I missed anything

Relase date: after jeongseob.

SEX NOTE (n.rk)

you were tired of your bully and his temporary girlfriend making your life miserable, so why not take revenge on both of them and get something in the process?

WC . 2k~3k

PAIRING . bully!niki x student!reader

WARNINGS . smut (mdni), niki is really mean, oral sex (m reciving), anal, fingering, some hickeys, infidelity, squirting, let me know if I missed something

Relase date: after karina.

SEX NOTE (k.sn)

you shouldn't have been greedy, you shouldn't have to carry that stupid book everywhere, now you lost it. and the worst part? it fell into the wrong hands, now you're fucked.

WC . 2k~3k

PAIRING . nerd!obsessive!classmate!sunoo x oblivious!reader

WARNINGS . smut (mdni), probably cnc, ropes to tie you, pussy eating, thigh job, creampie, cum eating, let me know if I missed anything

Relase date: after i posted all.

》 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 《

You were in your room procrastinating when your best friend, Jake Sim, came into your room throwing you a gift and then leaving as quickly as he arrived. You rolled your eyes at his action and then proceeded to open the gift. It was very badly wrapped and inside there was... a fucking notebook? You opened it to see what was inside. The cover said "sex note" but inside there were a few pages of rules and many more empty ones. The rules were:

• The human whose name is written in this note will appear to fuck you.

• This note will not take effect unless the writer has the person's face in their mind when writing his/her name. Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected.

• If the way they fuck is written within 40 seconds of writing it, it will happend.

• If the scenario is not written/specified, the person will only appear to fuck you in missionary.

• Minors are totally prohibited, if you write the name of someone under 18 years and 6 months, you will die of a heart attack. The same applies to animals.

OK? weird...

#heeseung smut #jay smut #jake smut #sunghoon smut #sunoo smut #jungwon smut #niki smut #jeno smut #karina smut #jongseob smut #enhypen smut #aespa smut #p1harmony smut #nct smut #stray kids smut #zerobaseone smut #sex note series

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serafilms · 1 year ago

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the golden quartet

art donaldson x reader, slight tashi duncan x reader, slight patrick zweig x reader, wc: 2k

author’s note: basically just a way less toxic (?) version of the movie with the reader inserted. they’re all still incredibly codependent and tashi/reader are very much in love and art/patrick are very much in love and art/tashi have their own kind of friendship/relationship and so do patrick/reader, but really patrick and tashi are one couple, art and reader are another couple, but like they would all live together and probably sleep in the same bed hypothetically. but in a healthy way. i like to imagine a world where they’re all codependent but skip all the “villain” allegations in their mess, and it’s just a beautiful unspoken symphony of love and four-way fidelity and infidelity. will probably write more in this universe.

part two here

“Tashi, stop it.”

Tashi stops and her eyes lock in on you, racket dropping to her side. “Stop what?”

You watch the way she bounces the ball a few times and don’t miss the way her gaze keeps flitting to your hand.

“Stop analysing me.”

She lifts a shoulder in a shrug, and doesn’t break your gaze. “It’s my job to analyse the opponent so I know how to win the game.”

“Yeah, but you’re not looking at me like an opponent.” Your lips purse. “You’re looking at me like you’re trying to calculate how to get me back on the court.”

“You’re on the court right now, aren’t you?”

“You know what I mean, Tashi.” Your racket falls to the court exasperatedly and you manage a step towards the net. “It’s over for me, I’m done playing tennis and I’m okay with that, but I’m not sure that you are.”

There’s just a tiny quiver in her eyes before her gaze steels itself again and she nods. “Fine. I get it.”

She tosses you the ball. “Just help me train.”

You watch as Tashi gets into position, and pick up your racket slowly. Maybe you shouldn’t have snapped at her. You so rarely do, but you’ve closed the door on that chapter of your life now, and you’re sick of her trying to pry it open. You don’t want possibilities of what you could have had. You don’t want to put in more years just to watch yourself fail at something you never really liked in the first place.

There’s a dull ache in your chest as you serve the ball.

Tashi Duncan has been your best friend for five years. For the life of you, you can’t remember the details of the tournament you were at, but you had a game against her. It was electrifying. You’d never played tennis like that before. It felt like you’d never known what it was like to breathe before Tashi Duncan. She basically crushed you, but you managed to get in a good few points, had the audience and line judges on the edge of their seats, and at the end of it, when you shook her hand, you felt like you’d just discovered a missing limb.

She found you afterwards in the stands and sat with you to spectate the next few matches. And hadn’t let you go since. You couldn’t imagine a life without Tashi. She was there for your first boyfriend, she was there when you broke up with him, she was there when you failed a class and your parents threatened to pull you out of tennis, and she was there when your wrist shattered and you quit.

Tashi never really understood why it was so easy for you to walk away. “You’re one of the best,” “You have so much potential,” “You can learn to play with your other hand.”

She never seemed to hear you when you said you didn’t want to play anymore. She’d look at you, with her piercing gaze then look away and move on. But the conversation was never over. It was like you didn’t exist to her without tennis, like it was your one achievement, and she couldn’t gauge who you were without it.

You suppose you were flattered, touched even, that she cared so much about you, in her own weird way.

Tashi looks at you questioningly when you lower your racket. You smile, “You should rest up. Your drills are perfect. You’re gonna crush her tomorrow.”

She takes a look at her watch, then nods. You can tell she wants to stay longer, but there’s really no reason to. Especially when you can feel her itching for a real match. That you can’t give her.

You bump her shoulder as the two of you walk out. “Wanna grab some donuts?”

The unimpressed face she gives you makes you laugh. “Come on, we can get you one of those healthy ones. The gluten-free, vegan bullshit.”

“Sounds delicious,” she drawls, but makes no further comments. You grin. A success.

She says nothing as you swing your borderline crippled arm over her shoulder, but you feel her muscles underneath relax just a little bit.

The following day brings a new round of pretentious young assholes on the court. Some of them eye you up as you make your way into the bleachers, whispering to each other. A girl comes up to you and asks for a picture. You’re a little surprised, and feel a little blindsided, but you suppose it’s only been a year since your injury. And well, considering where you are right now, it sure does seem to the rest of the world like you’re not fully done with tennis.

“Yeah, no problem,” you say with a smile.

The girl takes the picture, thanks you profusely then leaves, and you make your way up to the bleachers, and find a nice spot in the middle. Tashi liked you to be right in the middle of the game so you could watch her and her opponent. You wonder if she’s secretly preparing you to become an umpire.

There’s a flurry of whispers all too close to you, and then there’s a shadow blocking the sun to your left.

Two boys stand facing you, staring at you with their mouths slightly agape. You can’t help the amused smile that splits your face.

“Can I help you?”

The brunet snaps back into reality first. “Sorry, we were just— are you Y/N L/N?”

“Yeah, I am,” you say, eyes flitting between the two. They’re cute. Really cute.

The blond shakes his head slightly, like he’s coming out of a trance, and says, “Sorry, this is just the first time we’ve seen or heard about you since….you know.”

He winces, and his head ducks a little like a scolded puppy. “Sorry to hear about that, by the way.”

You let out a laugh that seems to catch his attention again. His friend jabs him in the side with his elbow. “Oh, don’t worry about it, seriously. It’s been a year, I’m over it.”

“Huh,” he says, nodding a little absently. He glances to the brunet, who’s just grinning at him. “Um, by the way, we’re—“

“Art Donaldson and Patrick Zweig, right?”

The blond, Art, looks a little speechless.

Patrick chimes in. “Yeah, that’s us.”

“I watched your game just before. That was quite some victory celebration.”

The way Art’s ears turn red makes you happier than you’d like to admit. There’s a little flip in your stomach as he fumbles, “Yeah, well…”

There’s a flurry of movement as Patrick puts his arm around Art’s neck and pulls him impossibly close in a one armed hug. “Social conduct’s not gonna get in the way of me celebrating with my boy.”

The blond leans away and fights to get Patrick off him, and you smile as you watch. “Don’t worry, it was cute. Plus, I get it. We’re sort of the same way sometimes when it comes to victories. I mean, not the same, but you know.”

That seems to catch Patrick’s attention. “By we, do you mean you and—“

“Tashi Duncan!”

The announcement rings loud and clear through the speakers as she walks onto the court.

It’s almost comical the way Patrick’s jaw goes slack and he slumps onto the seat behind him.

You watch as Tashi waves at her screaming fans, shoots her winning smiles and makes her way to her side. She catches your gaze for a moment and you nod. She looks away and begins to stretch, but you’re not bothered. She knows you’re here, and that’s all you need. Can’t try and take Tashi Duncan out of the zone.

As you sit down, you’re a little surprised to find Art mirroring the action, still looking at you. “So, you’re best friends with Tashi Duncan?”

You nod. “Since we were like, thirteen.”

“Oh wow,” his eyes widen and you can’t help but think how impossibly cute he looks, “that’s almost how long Patrick and I have been friends.”

“Really? Oh, wow.” There’s a beat of silence, just long enough for you to catch each other’s eye and look away with awkward giggles.

Luckily, that’s when the match starts. And your focus locks in.

“COME ON!” Tashi’s scream is palpable in the air.

It feels like the wind has been knocked out of you. You’ve heard it a million times before, but it never fails to strike you.

There’s something akin to awe in Patrick’s eyes. Art looks like he’s in disbelief.

You can’t help but agree with their faces.

“So, are you guys coming to the party tonight?”

Patrick’s eyes flit away from Tashi’s to look at you. “Yeah, we were just talking about earlier. Art was saying how excited he was. He just loves parties.”

You can’t quite decipher the smirk on his face, but he looks like the kind of guy who’s never up to any good, so you turn to Art expectantly.

His eyes meet yours and your stomach does another little flip as he says, “Yeah, I’ll— we’ll be there.”

“Cool,” you reply. “I’ll see you guys later, then.”

You manage one quick glance back as you walk away, and see Patrick grinning and shaking Art’s shoulders. A smile plays at the corner of your lips and you leave.

Tashi finds you at your agreed-upon meeting spot, and wastes no time in grabbing your hand. “Come on.”

“Don’t you need to take pictures with your trophy?”

“Got a few, they’ll take more at the Adidas party. We’ve got to get ready.”

There’s a warm feeling like sunlight dancing in your chest as you let her drag you away.

The party is in full swing by the time you finally spot Art Donaldson and Patrick Zweig lurking in the corner of the yard.

You’d just stepped off the dance floor for a moment, telling Tashi you were going to get another drink. The two boys seem to be arguing about something, but as you close the distance, you can see that they’re grinning too.

“Hey,” you greet the two. Their heads turn towards you in unison and they both stand up straight.

“Hi,” they chorus.

You take a sip of your drink as your eyes flit between the two. “So….what are you guys doing all the way over here?”

“You know,” Art says dryly. “Just enjoying the ambience.”

(Cute and funny. Man, you’re screwed).

“It’s a lot less creepy if you actually talk to her instead of just staring at her.” Your words are directed at Patrick, whose eyebrows shoot up. A smirk falls on his face. His charm instantly covers up the awkwardness.

Art barks out a laugh. (It’s a sound you wish you could inscribe in your mind).

“What makes you think I’m here for her?” Patrick smirks, looking you up and down. It’s so clearly a deflection, but it feels so natural that you can’t help but smile, and you feel your cheeks warm just a tad.

You glance back at the dance floor, and see Tashi excuse herself, glancing at you as she goes for her drink. You reach over to pat him on the shoulder. “Come on, I’ll help you out.”

As you turn on your heel and walk towards Tashi, you hear a slap behind you and an, “Ow!”

“Tashi!” The smile in your voice is audible as she looks up.

“Hey,” she smiles back.

Then, her head tilts to the side and she looks at the boys. “Hi.”

“Hi,” they both say.

There’s a quiet moment in which you all exchange looks, a twinkle in each of your eyes. You can almost feel a spark of something in the air, and suddenly you’re thirteen years old again, meeting Tashi for the first time. Like another puzzle piece has finally fallen into place.

You feel your chest warm. If only you knew what your life was about to become.

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likesomeoneinlovee · 5 months ago

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𝐄𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x f!reader

Summary: You and Arthur sneak away from camp to the nearest hotel in the city for both of your needs.

warnings: PORN NO PLOT, Face sitting / riding, sub!Arthur at some points, Arthur jerks off while you sit on his face. Chapter 4!Arthur Morgan, hotel room fuckin’, ( Anyway, love a man who yearns for real )

A/N: very very short fic while I work on something that isn’t Arthur!! oml I’m sorry but I’ll forever be obsessed with this man. Also why is there no sub!Arthur fics on here y’all please work on that.

WC: 2k

Getting away from camp seemed to be a challenge for you and Arthur.

Both of you being Dutch’s own personal prized ponies. A bounty hunt was a good excuse for you and Morgan to go off alone though the two of you have already used the excuse a couple times before. There was no errands need to be ran, Dutch was still conjuring up his next job for you two, and unfortunately you couldn’t so simply say that you and Arthur were going to fuck. It was tasteless not only, but it was also smart for the two of you to keep your relations a secret.

Waiting for the hand of Arthur’s pocket watch was hell as you sat in his bedroom in the old plantation home, waiting with your nerves high for a good time to leave camp. One in the morning seemed far too early, by two everyone would be drunk…er than they already were, by three everyone would be uncaring to any noise surrounding them. The sound of you and Arthur’s heavy steps against the muddy ground or the sounds of your horses trotting away from the camp.

Once the right time came you and Arthur snuck out. Riding hard to the city, streetlights making the wet roads shine to lead a path to the hotel.

His warm hand held yours as you two checked in, his voice so confident now every time he’d tell the clerk a simple “Mr. and Mrs. Callahan.” That fake last name he had been using for months now. The clerk knew who you two were, frequent visitors of the hotel of course.

This was turning into a common occurrence.

His hand moved to your lower back to guide you up the stairs of the hotel, his spurs jingling with every step he took. Now to the hallway, to unlocking your door with the keys.

Arthur was a man who’d strain himself every day to be the man in charge, using his hands to choke and beat, to steal and rob. Even now his knuckles were bruised with evidence of that fact. It’d make sense for a man like him to want– to crave to not be the boss some of the time, this seeped into his sex life with you.

Falling to his knees in front of you, his forehead pressed against your knee before he craned his head back at the feeling of your fingers running through his sandy waves. The man was mush for you, his legs buckled as he kneeled against the hardwood floor. His lips trailed to press firm kisses up your thigh, spreading your legs apart. His Adam’s apple bobbing with each hard, dry swallow of all the salvia building in his throat.

His body was burning up. Somehow eating you out always brought him more pleasure than you using your mouth on him. Though, you were real fuckin’ good at that. It was better to give than to receive.

“Princess.”

His voice sounded like a strangled whine as his palms soothed up your thighs. Those pretty eyes of his would stare up at you– his pupils so blown the blue of his irises could barely be seen especially in the low light of the oil lamp casted upon the room.

“Don’t go beggin’ now.”

You’d look down at him, your fingers raking along his scalp. The feeling of his almost impossibly soft lips trailing up and up underneath your skirt as he slowly pushed it up to your hips tightened the knot in your belly even more so than it already was. Needing the relief and release you’d only find through him.

His wicked tongue.

His touch was heavy handed down your legs, grabbing onto your ankles to gently guide your legs onto his shoulders, the mass and muscle providing your own personal rests.

He dipped one of his fingers underneath the white lace of your panties, running it down your slick slit, the act not only claiming a gasp from your lips but one from his own, his head dropping to the side of your thigh as he began rubbing your clit with the pad of his index.

“S’fuckin’– Soaked. M’don’t deserve this.”

The man was desperate, he couldn’t help the need in his voice.

It was slow, so achingly slow. You needed him on that bed with you. His poor knees didn’t need to be suffering against the uncomfortable hard floor for much longer anyway. You and Arthur had gotten to the point of being able to go unspoken, yet you had grown so fond of the speaking.

“Arthur,” You’d begin, your fingers curling in his locks tight as you pulled his head up and back, his eyes glossed over– he was practically salivating. “Get up here.”

You’d say you were just as needy as him but the way he looked at you told a different story, the man was desperate for it, so quick to act on your command he’d toss your legs off his shoulders, his hands grasping at your hips to lay you on the bed just for a moment, dragging your milk white stockings down your legs and off alongside your boots. A shallow breath left the back of his throat while he slid off your panties. Soaked. Now discarded to the floor.

He was entirely weak for you. He quickly got onto the bed, not bothering taking his clothes off– no need for that, he was here to please you. His spurs dug into the mattress as he laid on his back, his mind flooded with the thoughts of what he wanted, what he could do to please you.

He wanted to be at your mercy.

You would try to get the buckle of your belt unclasped, desperately trying to get your skirt off before you felt the touch of Arthur’s hand on your arm.

“No– no need.” He’d grit. “Come up ‘ere.”

Assuming that he meant his lap you’d crawl your way onto him, your skirt flowing over his thighs as you avoided sitting right on his gun belt he had kept on. His cock would twitch against your thigh, his head leaking an embarrassing amount of pre-cum into his pants, a wet spot so-barely noticeable against the front of his pants.

You felt his hands move up your thighs, his fingers massaging into the flesh. It wasn’t long before he tugged you up, your knees bent on either side of his head as you were above him.

“Oh fuck.” The words came out as a groan, so infatuated by the sight, the smell. It was clear what he wanted when his hands would try to get your hips down, the man was silently begging you to sit.

“Arthur, I don’t know if I–”

“No– no, please. Please.”

His begs took you aback a step, his words were so fucking breathless, his head dropping back against the pillow. “Please” Another plead from the back of his throat. It was quite impossible to resist. You allowed him to tug your hips down, his nose pressed against your clit.

With the first lick from his tongue your hands instinctively went to his hair. Tugging tightly before letting him seep fully under your skirt. Worshipping your cunt with every long lick from his tongue, his lips kissing your pussy over and over again. He’d be praising you, thanking you for giving him privilege to please you, every moan that came from him muffled into your flower. His tongue delving into your hole.

“Fuck!” You’d cry, fingers pulling so tightly on his waves as your cunt contracts around his tongue. You weren’t the only one in need of touch, so desperate your whole body was in tremors: So was Arthur.

His massive hand held tight on your waist, squeezing and groping your skin. Now his freehand was moving slowly down his own body, his chest rapidly rising then falling again, his middle inflating before going back to normal once again with every deep breath. Your eyes were shut tight, the moans falling from your slacked mouth were irreligious. Once his hand moved to his jeans he blindly unclasped his belt, tugging it off as his hips bucked up. Frantically, so fucking frantically he unbuttoned his pants, the material rubbing against his swollen dick was torturess in the sense, his toes curled in his leather boots once his cock sprung free, slapping up against his stomach.

He was helpless.

He wrapped his massive hand around the girth of his cock, his face stuffed between your thighs. Burying his face into your swollen folds to muffle his own needy whines, absolutely ungodly groans coming out of his employed mouth.

His hand slid up and down the length, squeezing the thickness of it, pre-cum dribbling into his fist. Your hand braced behind your back on his chest as the other remained tangled in his brunette hair. The feeling of his frantic breaths, his heart hammering against his ribs, you’d lift your hips a bit trying to provide some air for the man beneath you– his hand immediately forcing you back down.

“Arthur! M’so fucking close–”

“Mhm.”

His hum vibrated against your pussy as you rode his mouth, he was desperate, praying to taste your sweet release. His hips violently bucking into his own fist as your sopping hole clamped around his tongue. The twisting in your tummy told you that your orgasm was around the corner, your body aching for the climax

Arthur’s as well.

The man had a gift of eating pussy, he could be suffocating in the wetness, your slick pink folds pressed against his face, he’d pass out before he tapped out. He was only a man.

The sloppy sounds of Morgan’s mouth lapping at your slickness was the last thing you heard before your own loud noise– your jaw slacking as you let out a ripping moan as the knot in your pelvis untied. Riding out your orgasm on his face.

His balls tightened up as his own orgasm hit him, his load spurting over his fist as his legs kicked out against the bed. You hadn’t even notice your poor man had been jerking his own cock til’ the moment in play, your legs shook as you got off his face, dropping down on the bed next to him, his face colored a hot red, your juices dripping down his stubble and mustache.

Once the breath stolen from him was back in his lungs he was quick to act, wrapping his arms around you to pull you onto him again, your body laying on his, you felt fucking tiny against his muscles, the mass of his body, how he could be so insanely muscular –though his body was so comfortable.

“Oh, sweet girl.”

His head craned back against his pillow, the sound of your pants harmonizing together before placing a kiss against your collar, both of you uncomfortably clothed. He was promised to serve you.

“May I?” His fingers were fiddling with the buttons of your blouse.

“No need to ask.”

He slowly pulled apart your shirt, dipping his face down to bury into the valley between your tits, the man was in constant need of your touch. His hips rocking against the bed, his body throbbing.

“More?” You’d look down at him, your fingers massaging against his scalp gaining a quiet whimper from his plump, wet lips.

“M’Just tell me I can have you… I need you– So Bad…”

His words had a habit of slurring together, laying boneless against your own body. His hand running up to squeeze your breast in a firm grip. His fingertips kneading into the tender mound.

“As long as I’m the one on top.”

You’d mutter, though that went without saying. His cheeks burned hot as his eyes peered to look into your own, his dilated pupils told you enough.

“C’mon then, sunshine.”

He placed a firm kiss against the top of your breast. Allowing you to straighten your back with his hand on your lower.

For the rest of the night he’d be worshipping you like a goddess. You were his religion.

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wynn-43 · 14 days ago

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makes me wish you were mine

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bang chan x gn! reader wc: 2k warnings: angst (at the end), VERY suggestive, making out, hickeys, sexual tension?, chris checks in a lot, quite soft, reader is flustered 24/7 UNDER 16 PLEASE DNI a/n: this chapter (specifically) is heavily inspired by @rosylix 's rosy series

After that, your relationship changed. Not a lot, or super noticeably, but it changed.

His nightly forehead kisses lingered, and he held you closer at night.

You’d occasionally get the courage to press a soft kiss to his lips when you walked past him, but it always left you wanting more.

Despite the fact that you knew he wouldn’t judge you, and that you could just ask. You were always too scared to.

However, tension always boils over and after today- you’ve finally reached your breaking point.

You shut the door behind you, perhaps more forcefully than you needed to.

You cursed under your breath as you took your shoes off before you stumbled towards the kitchen, pausing when you noticed Chris sitting on the couch.

“You okay?” He asked, slight hesitation in his voice at your apparent frustration.

You groan, moving to sit down next to him, desperate for his warmth- for him.

“Yes.” You huff, dramatically pressing your face into his shoulder.

“Bad day?” He asks and you half-heartedly nod.

“Wanna talk about it?” He asks, gently pressing a soft kiss to your head.

You sit up, blinking as your eyes readjusted. He watches you, a soft and quiet patience in his eyes. His hand rested on your knee, rubbing gentle circles with his thumb. You can’t help but let your eyes fall to his plush lips, just for a second, but long enough for that urge to bubble up inside you again.

“I’m here to listen.” He murmurs, his voice soft and he gently squeezes your knee.

“Don’t wanna talk.” You murmur and you look towards the floor, desperate to avoid the overwhelming urge to kiss him.

“Then what do you want?” Chris asks, his voice heart-achingly gentle as you try and muster even a tiny bit of courage.

“I- I don’t know how to say it.” You murmur, subconsciously biting at your lip.

“I won’t judge you, lovebug.” He whispers, and the pet name makes your mind go a little fuzzy.

You subconsciously grab the sleeve of his hoodie, twisting it in your fingers as you try to find the words.

You hesitate and he gently squeezes your knee, reassuring you despite the storm in your mind.

“Need to kiss you again.” You whisper, so quietly you’d think you hadn’t said it if it wasn’t for the slightest shift in his demeanor.

“Yeah?” He asks gently, moving his hand from your knee to your jaw, gently tilting you to look at him.

You nod, your eyes flickering to his lips before landing on his eyes.

“You sure?” He asks gently, searching your eyes for any sense of hesitance.

Before you can overthink, you suddenly find yourself crashing your lips against his, he makes a surprised sound before melting into the kiss, his lips moving against yours.

He hums, his free hand gently wrapping around your waist, a silent invitation.

Without thinking you move, climbing into his lap as you wrap your arms around his neck, needing to be closer to him.

You curl your hands in his hair- not hard, but enough to make him groan in a way that makes that now familiar spark in your stomach ignite. Chris rests his hand on your hips, holding you steady.

You part your lips slightly, a dizzying sensation washing over you the second you feel the drag of his tongue against yours, the sensation making you let out a quiet, desperate moan that has his hold on your hips tightening.

His hand moves to your lower back, his fingers slipping just under the hem of your shirt, pulling you impossibly closer. His hands are cold in comparison to your burning skin and the contrast sends a shiver down your spine.

You instinctively shift in his lap, desperate to be as close to him as possible, and the movement makes him let out a shaky breath.

He gently bites on your lip, the sensation making you whimper and subconsciously graze your nails against his scalp.

He pauses, just for a moment, barely leaning back.

“You okay?” He whispers, the words almost uttered on your lip.

“Please.” You whisper back, your voice breathless and needy.

You swear you see his pupils dilate, but you don’t have time to think before his lips are back on yours.

He kisses you slowly, his tongue brushing yours in a way that makes your chest ache with just how good it feels.

He groans softly when you tilt your head, your tongue meeting his with newfound confidence. The sound sent a shiver down your spine and you felt yourself pulling him closer, as if you couldn’t stand the space left between you.

You pull back for air, your chest heaving as your mind goes fuzzy with need.

“I wanna give you a hickey.” You state all of a sudden.

His eyes widen and you notice his cheeks flush ever so slightly more pink.

“Yeah?” He whispers, voice playful.

“But I don’t know how to.” You murmur, suddenly too shy to make eye contact with him.

“Do you want me to show you, love?” He asks quietly, his voice low.

“I think so, yeah.” You murmur, softly threading your fingers through his curls to ground yourself.

“You want me to do it on your neck?” He asks gently, rubbing soft circles on your hip with his thumb.

You nod, trying to ignore how fast your heart was beating.

“You sure?” Chris asks, his voice soft. “I know that it’s a… sensitive area for you. Wanna make sure it’s okay.”

Your heart skips a beat at the softness in his tone, the way he cares so deeply for you.

“I trust you.” You whisper, making eye contact with him to show your certainty.

His breath stutters at your words and he swears he almost explodes from pride at your words, his heart spilling over with an overwhelming adoration for you and that you feel so safe and comfortable with him.

“If you’re sure, love.” He murmurs, voice steady despite the pink flushing his cheeks.

You instinctively move your head to the side, exposing your neck slightly, the small act of trust making him inhale sharply.

He leans into your neck, pressing soft, reverent kisses against your skin. His touch is so delicate, as if he’s afraid to break you. He’s so gentle that it makes your heart ache, it feels like he’s worshipping you with just his lips.

He leans back for a moment, and you find yourself pouting slightly.

“You okay?” He asks, eyes searching yours.

“Yeah.” You nod, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Let me know if it’s too much, okay?” He hums before leaning back into your neck.

He presses his lips to your neck again, this time firmer, and with more confidence.

He starts pressing open mouthed kisses against your neck, oh-so-gently at first, testing the water. When he hears the way your breath hitches, he pauses, just for a moment.

“Keep going.” You whisper, gently threading your fingers through the curls at the base of his neck.

You sense a slight shift in him as you feel him smile against your skin. His kisses grow more purposeful, like he’s creating a gentle, deliberate rhythm to his movements.

You feel your head spin when his mouth gently pulls at your skin, creating a soft suction. The sensation is dizzying, the soft tug against your skin sending a spark to your stomach.

The suction grows ever so slightly and you feel his teeth graze your skin lightly. His teeth skim your neck, running over the now-sensitive spot with a tenderness that makes your heart soar.

He leans back slightly before gently running his tongue over it, the pressure making you gasp slightly.

“You okay?” Chris asks, leaning back to look at you.

You nod, trying to maintain your composure.

“Want me to keep going?” He asks, gently squeezing your hip.

You nod with a surprising intensity.

“Please.” You murmur, your voice quiet.

He smiles, his eyes crinkling with a softness that makes you melt.

He leans back in, his lips more insistent now. He kisses over the area, his lips warm and slow.

He gently sucks at the mark again, before gently bringing your skin between his teeth, the sensation making you whine quietly.

He presses another kiss to your neck, his tongue flickering out to soothe the tender skin.

He leans back, looking up at you with a soft reverence that makes your chest warm.

“How’re you doing?” He asks, wrapping his arms so they’re fully around your waist, bringing you closer.

“Good.” You murmur, your whole body buzzing from the new sensation.

“Just good?” He murmurs, smirking up at you.

“Very good.” You roll your eyes, giggling.

“Wanna try on me?” He asks, drawing gentle shapes on your back as he holds you close.

You feel your pupils dilate at the thought of marking him- a thought best saved for later.

Rather than saying anything you lean back slightly, before bringing your mouth to his neck.

You begin pressing soft kisses to his neck, making him lean his head to the side, exposing more for you.

Slowly, you start to press open mouth kisses to his neck, gently at first, then increasing the pressure as you go.

Soon, you settle on an area that you deem fit, and you start to create a soft suction, carefully tugging against his skin.

He groans softly, and you smile as you feel the vibrations against your lips.

You gently graze your teeth across his skin, then soothe the area with your tongue, making him shiver slightly.

Encouraged- you try again. A little braver this time, and maybe too eager- you pull slightly harder than you intended.

He lets out a sharp inhale and you instantly pull back, wide-eyed and panicked.

“Are you okay?” You fret, your stomach twining at the blue and purple mark blooming on his neck. “Was I too hard?”

He looks up at you, eyes half-lidded and pupils blown as he breathes heavily.

“A little.” He admits, but there's a smirk on his face. “I liked it, though.”

You roll your eyes but you feel a blush rise to your cheeks.

“Oh my god.” You murmur, hiding your face in his shoulder as he laughs.

“Sorry.” You murmur as you lean back, concern evident in your eyes as they flicker between his and the newly-formed bruise.

“It’s okay.” He murmurs, squeezing your hips gently. “Like I said, it was hot.”

You groan, playfully slapping his arm.

“D’you wanna keep going?” He asks gently, a soft sparkle in his eyes.

Your eyes widen slightly, as if you were unsure he would let you try again.

“Are you sure?” You ask, but your eyes are lingering on his neck.

He nods, once again squeezing your hips reassuringly.

Almost instinctively, you lean back down, pressing soft kisses over the fresh hickey before moving to the other side of his neck.

You repeat the process, pressing open-mouthed kisses to his neck with a soft, quiet reverence, worshiping him as he had you.

From your position at his neck, you hear the way his breath catches when you carefully draw his skin between your lips and you feel the vibration of his soft moan against your lips when you gently nip at his neck.

You lean back slightly, slowly laving your tongue over the bruise in a way that makes him shiver.

You lean back fully, admiring your masterwork with blown pupils and a smug smile.

“You look smug.” Chris mumbles as he rubs gentle circles into your hips with his thumbs.

“You look pretty.” You murmur, eyes trained on the marks. “Makes me wish you were mine.”

The words slip out before you can stop them, before you can even process them.

You see his eyes go wide with shock and you immediately feel embarrassment boiling in your gut.

“Fuck. Sorry.” You mutter, immediately removing yourself from his lap. “I didn’t mean to say that.”

“No, it’s ok-” He starts, but he’s cut off by you rushing towards your room, swiftly shutting the door behind you.

You immediately press your back to the door, sliding down till you're curled up into a ball.

“Fuck.” You whisper to yourself as tears prick your eyes. “What’ve I done?”

This is a work of fiction, based entirely on my personal perception of him, and does not reflect his actual character or actions.

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ttjisung · 8 months ago

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back 2 u 𝜗𝜚

p. jisung x fem!reader smau - exes to lovers

in which jisung does his best to avoid you, his ex, until he realizes his mistake far too late cw: suggestive themes, bad angst, cheating, swearing

i'm not going back, back, back, back, back

masterlist 𝜗𝜚

prologue

chapter i. (wc: 1.1k)

chapter ii.

chapter iii. (wc: .8k)

chapter iv.

chapter v.

chapter vi. (wc: .9k)

chapter vii.

chapter viii. (wc: 1.6k)

chapter ix.

chapter x.

chapter xi. (wc: 2.1k + social media near the end)

chapter xii. (wc: 1k + social media near the end)

chapter xiii. (wc: 2k)

chapter xiv.

chapter xv.

chapter xvi. (wc: 2.1k)

chapter xvii. (wc: 1.6k)

chapter xviii.

coming soon!

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koiukiy-o · 1 month ago

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orphic; (adj.) mysterious and entrancing, beyond ordinary understanding. ─── 005. the barista.

-> summary: when you, a final-year student at the grove, get assigned to study under anaxagoras—one of the legendary seven sages—you know things are about to get interesting. but as the weeks go by, the line between correlation and causation starts to blur, and the more time you spend with professor anaxagoras, the more drawn to him you become in ways you never expected. the rules of the academy are clear, and the risks are an unfortunate possibility, but curiosity is a dangerous thing. and maybe, just maybe, some risks are worth taking. after all, isn’t every great discovery just a leap of faith? -> pairing: anaxa x gn!reader. -> tropes: professor x student, slow burn, forbidden romance. -> wc: 2k -> warnings: potential hsr spoilers from TB mission: "Light Slips the Gate, Shadow Greets the Throne" (3.1 update). main character is written to be 21+ years of age, at the very least. (anaxa is written to be around 26-27 years of age.) swearing, mature themes, suggestive content.

-> a/n: mini update :") this took so long yall but hopefully the next chapter will come out this weekend/early next week!! but @starglitterz cameo is officially here !! -> prev. || next. -> orphic; the masterlist.

You're still thinking about it.

Maybe that’s why your feet carry you here now, why your mind lingers too long on yesterday’s conversation—the recursion, the identity, the way Anaxagoras' voice dipped just slightly when he said neither walks away unchanged.

The café is the kind that always smells like burnt espresso and ambition, tucked just close enough to campus that it’s half library, half social hub. The walls are lined with faded flyers for long-past events, a community board pinned with everything from tutoring ads to desperate requests for lost calculators.

You step up to the counter, still half-lost.

"Next," a voice hums, smooth and patient.

You blink up.

You glance at the screen again, suddenly aware of the line that’s moved up behind you.

“Sorry,” you murmur, stepping closer to the counter. “Can I get a—”

You pause, eyes flicking to the chalkboard menu overhead.

“Medium oolong milk tea . No ice.”

She nods, tapping it into the register. “Anything else?”

You hesitate. “And… one of those—” You gesture towards the red bean bun in the pastry display.

As she bags it, she adds lightly, “Huh. Considering your usual habit of asking the kind of questions that make people reconsider the laws of physics mid-sip, that was surprisingly tame.”

You blink. “Huh?”

She gestures loosely, teasing. “Thought you’d be the type to hit me with a philosophical paradox disguised as a tea order.”

It clicks.

You straighten slightly, really looking at her now—the poised demeanor, the sharp gaze, the effortless way she dissects a thought before it’s fully formed. The girl from yesterday. The one who answered the question that left Ilias fumbling.

"Oh," you say, feeling somewhat slow. "You’re—"

"Kira," she supplies, tapping the register. "If we’re keeping track of names. Name for the order?"

You tell her.

Your eyes flicker to her apron, where her name tag is flipped backward on the strap. "You work here?"

Her gaze lifts, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "No, I just enjoy standing behind counters for fun."

You exhale a quiet laugh. "Right. Stupid question."

Kira shakes her head, sliding the receipt toward you. "Not stupid. Just distracted."

You blink at her, caught slightly off guard.

"Anyway," she continues lightly, "pay up and step aside. I’ll have your coffee ready in a minute."

You tap your card against the reader, hesitating just slightly before moving. "Well. Nice to, uh. Formally meet you."

"Likewise," she says, and this time, the smile reaches her eyes.

You linger near the pickup counter, the hum of the café settling into the background as you absently thumb through your notebook.

Then—

"[Name]!"

You glance up. Kira sets your cup on the counter, her fingers still lightly curled around the lid as she meets your gaze. You hesitate for a moment, fingers curled around the warm cup. The question lingers, half-formed—would it be weird to ask? Probably. But class starts soon, and if she’s heading there too...

As if on cue, the café door swings open, and another barista steps in, shaking off the cold. Kira glances over, nodding in quiet acknowledgment before turning toward the back.

You clear your throat, glancing at your watch, and then her. "Should you still be on shift? Or…"

Kira’s lips curve, the kind of smile that makes you think she saw the question coming before you even asked it.

"Not anymore," she answers, folding the fabric neatly before setting it down. She moves through the café like she’s a part of its rhythm, nodding to coworkers with the ease of someone who’s been here long enough to know all their quirks.

(You, on the other hand, still hesitate at the self-serve station, debating whether adding a third sugar packet is a cry for help.)

As Kira folds her apron, the new barista taps his ID on the register, the screen flickering to a “Shift Active” status. She steps back, stretching briefly before grabbing her bag from under the counter.

She raises an eyebrow at you. "My coworker is clocking in." Then, with a small, knowing smile—"And class starts in ten." she adds, tilting her head toward the door. "You coming?"

By the time you reach the lecture hall, the remnants of that conversation trail in the back of your mind, overlapping with the notes scrawled hastily in your notebook.

Just as the low hum of voices begins to settle, the amphitheater-style seating rising in clean, sweeping tiers around the central podium. The vast screen at the front remains dim for now and the blackboard is half-covered in chalk when you sit down—trailing equations, half-formed diagrams, the kind of thought process that seems obvious to the professor but makes students squint in collective confusion.

Kira lingers beside you, glancing at the mess of equations crammed into the margins as you flip your notes open.

"You wrote this after the lecture?" she asks, arching a brow.

"Yeah," you admit. "It was—kind of a lot to think about."

A small smirk, but not unkind. "Clearly."

You hesitate, then shift your notebook slightly toward her. "You want to compare?"

Kira’s eyes flicker to yours, then down to the pages, considering. Then, with an ease that shouldn’t surprise you anymore, she slides into the seat next to yours. "Sure."

She flips open her own notes, far neater than yours, and the two of you fall into quiet discussion.

You're so caught up in the exchange that you don’t even notice someone approaching until—

"Alright, I made it—!"

Ilias’ voice cuts in as he drops into the seat beside you, exhaling like he just ran across campus. "Man, you would not believe the morning I’ve had—"

Midway through slinging his bag onto the desk, he pauses, suddenly noticing the third presence.

His gaze flicks to Kira.

Then flicks back to you.

Then to Kira again, slower this time.

And then, with the smooth elegance of a man who has absolutely no idea what’s going on, he leans in slightly and mutters, "Uh–"

You stare at him.

Kira does not react.

"Ilias," you say, deadpan, "this is Kira."

Ilias blinks.

Kira, without looking up from your notes, simply says, "Hi."

There is a long beat of silence.

And then—

"Hi," Ilias says. Then, slightly louder, like the first one didn’t count: "Hi. Hi—yeah, hi.”

You look at Ilias. Ilias is staring at Kira like an idiot.

Eyes wide. Blinking. Lips parted ever so slightly.

You nudge him with your elbow, and he yelps, startled back to life. "Oh, right," he says quickly. "Hi—yeah, hi, um, sorry about—uh—dinner?"

Kira raises an eyebrow. "Dinner?"

Ilias turns red. "No—I mean— dinner–!? Wait, sorry, thats silly– Like, sorry about the, uh, you know—yesterday, the—thing, sorry about the thing."

She blinks at him.

And for the first time in all the time you’ve known him, Ilias actually blushes.

Blushes.

"No, really," he stammers, pushing through. "I— I think your—" His eyes flick over her, scrambling for words. "Your—uh, your penmanship is, um, really cool."

Kira smiles. "Penmanship?"

"Yeah! Yeah, your notes—super neat, I, uh, wish I could—" He gestures vaguely. "Do that. Y'know."

You pinch the bridge of your nose.

Ilias visibly scrambles. "I—I mean, yeah, like. It’s so, uh, readable? And kind of… elegant?"

Kira’s eyebrows lift, eyes glinting with barely-contained amusement. "Are you complimenting my handwriting?"

Ilias looks like he wants to die. "I– I think so, yeah!"

You don’t even try to hold back a snort.

Kira, to her credit, just beams. "Well, thanks. I do take great pride in my ability to write legibly."

Ilias swallows, nodding a little too quickly. "Yeah! Right! Super important skill. Very… uh. Impressive."

Kira, unimpressed, tilts her head. "Uh-huh."

"What’s—what’s your pen made of?" he blurts. "It looks so—so smooth—"

He reaches forward, probably to touch the pen she’s holding.

She slaps his hand away, recoiling like he just committed a federal offense. "What the hell?"

"What?" Ilias blinks, confused. "What’d I do?"

Kira exhales sharply, a quiet laugh escaping before she shakes her head, the corners of her mouth tugging upward. Her eyes glimmer with something between amusement and pity, like she’s watching a cat repeatedly pounce at its own reflection.

"How," she says, voice warm with barely contained laughter, "are you so bad at this?"

Ilias freezes. Mouth opens. Closes. Then, finally, "I don’t—I mean—I just—what even are the—" He gestures vaguely between them, as if that might summon coherence. "Like, is there a—a protocol for this? Should I, uh— I—can I call you sometime or—"

You burst out laughing, loud and awkward.

Ilias swears out loud. Shoots you a disgruntled look.

Kira just shakes her head, amused, and goes back to her notes.

The lecture hall is quiet, save for the scratch of pens and the faint creak of wooden chairs shifting under the weight of their occupants. Afternoon light slants through high windows, casting long, golden streaks across the desks, catching in the curves of glass beakers left forgotten at the edges of the room.

Anaxagoras steps forward, movements precise, measured. His coat moves like the sweep of an ink brush, fluid but deliberate. When he speaks, his voice carries through the space—not loud, but effortless, as if the room itself leans in to listen.

"Before we begin today’s discussion, there is something you should be aware of."

A flicker of interest moves through the room. Kira glances up from where she’s been absently sketching in the margins of her notes. Ilias doesn’t move, but you can feel his attention sharpen beside you.

"An exclusive symposium will be held on the nature of consciousness and spiritual physics," Anaxagoras continues, his tone even. "It is a gathering of scholars at the forefront of these fields. Attendance is strictly by invitation."

His gaze moves, sweeping over the rows of students—and for a fraction of a second, it lingers on you.

Not obvious. Not lingering enough to be called staring. But deliberate. Expectant.

And then it’s gone, moving on without pause.

You straighten your back.

"I have been invited to attend," he continues, "and I have been granted the opportunity to extend that invitation.”

"A select number of students will be considered," he continues, "through an application process. This is not for those content with passive observation, but for those willing to question, to deconstruct, to think beyond the limits imposed by conventional academia."

You flick your pen idly against your notes, already half-dismissing it.

Kira, however, perks up beside you.

"Ohhh," she hums under her breath, just for you to hear. "That sounds kind of amazing."

Ilias, on your other side, leans in slightly. "Alright, so when are you applying?"

"I’m not."

There’s a pause. Then—“Wait. Seriously?”

You glance over to find Ilias actually looking at you, eyebrows raised in genuine surprise. "What?" you deadpan.

"I think you’re in denial," he counters. "You say this now, but two weeks from now, I’ll probably find you staring dramatically out a window thinking about it.”

Kira stifles a giggle, ducking her head.

"I just don’t think I would enjoy spending hours listening to a bunch of pompous academics talk in circles," you mutter, doodling absently in the margins of your notes.

"Right, because you hate talking in circles." Ilias snorts. "That’s totally not your favorite thing to do."

You swat at him without looking.

At the front, Anaxagoras continues, his voice smooth and steady as he moves seamlessly into the day’s lecture.

You let your pen trail lazily across the page, letting his voice turn into background noise.

This isn’t something you need to think about.

-> next.

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aceecee · 2 months ago

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Insaitable - Chapter Two

TW for this chapter: descriptions of injuries obtained from torture, human experimentation, starvation, reader's suffering from everything cause author thought it would be interesting to have a character whose body remembers all the things it's healed, blood mention, brief description of body image, short chapter (I'm sorry)

WC: 2K

Masterlist

Sylus was the fourth one to meet you.

He was the first to see the potential in you.

After all he has done for you, you still want to leave? If he has to fuck a baby in you to make you stay, he will.

The little bird was still asleep.

It had been three days since he rushed her to a trusted doctor who had not believed she could be saved, in fact he thought she was already dead. Sylus doesn’t blame him, he had thought the same but he still put a gun to his head and forced him to operate.

The doctor, who had been convinced you were a lost cause, nearly dropped dead himself when he saw your chest move. It was impossible. You were still breathing. He was paid to be discreet but he couldn’t help the questions that came out, none of which the tall man in the room could answer. A fact he was already pissed about.

He can’t explain the anger that still courses inside him as he looks over her body, he’s never met her before even in all the centuries he’s lived. He can’t explain why he saved her, her body had been so frail in his arms, all he felt were her bones. Just a little pressure and she would snap in half.

Something about her pulled him even now in her rest. His hand reaches out to caress her cheek and his finger lingers just above her skin. He remembers how it felt right to hold her in his arms. In shame, he pulls his hand back and shoves it deep into his pocket. The other hand follows, just in case.

He prides himself in his ability to be unshaken but the woman before him has challenged his resolve every moment they’ve had together and she’s been asleep for all of them.

His gaze moved down to her neck, the injury had been too deep so it had to be stapled shut. When the wound starts closing up, they will be removed. Good. It was a barbaric sight. She didn’t deserve this.

Maybe he’d be a little relaxed if that was all she had suffered from but the list seemed to never end as the doctor examined her. Her cranium was dented, her brain showed signs of extreme damage, her lungs were infected, her trachea looked like it was crushed over and over again, she kept experiencing arrhythmias so the doctor never left her side and her kidneys were damaged, due to lack of oxygen the doctor had theorised.

She had endured intense electric shock, evidenced by the marks on her body. She had nerve damage and in these three days, she had developed cataracts.

Her body had been bent, twisted and shattered and yet she still prevailed.

The two of them could not understand how she was still functioning when her physical form had given up.

He had accepted that any answers would have to come from her.

Unfortunately, time does not wait for anyone and he had many things to get done. He leaves the room, albeit reluctantly.

He’s back by her side.

A week has now passed and she hasn’t moved an inch.

There’s a feeding tube hooked into her stomach and an IV in her hand. They have to start small with the nutrients, too much too fast will be detrimental. Each day she looks a little better but it’ll take months, maybe even years for her body to go back to normal. He wonders what normal is for her.

Any free time is spent in her company. He finds himself reading while sitting in the room with her or he’ll bring his work with him. His constant disappearances are being noticed but he cannot find it in himself to particularly care.

His eyes often find themselves looking upon her, the rise and fall of her chest is what he seeks. He can’t bring himself to touch her, no matter how much he shockingly wants to. She feels like an otherworldly being, too high for him to reach. She feels wrong.

But when has he ever cared about such things?

It’s clear the starvation has stunted her growth.

The air in the room thickens. People were being taken. Children.

They were all going through this.

He gets up from his chair and leaves without a word.

You’re convinced that this is all a dream.

You had expected the four familiar yellow walls to be the sight when you awoke. Not this makeshift hospital room before you. It took a while for your eyes to focus, you had to get accustomed to the headache.

“Subject awake. Alerting staff on call.”

Ugh the technical voice of the robot did not help with the ache.

Its words barely register in your mind. Every little bit of focus you had was on trying to move. You take a deep breath and count the facts in your head.

Your entire body fucking hurts.

There’s needles stuck in you everywhere. Okay, no ignore that. Needles bring up bad memories and you cannot freak out right now.

You had not imagined those red eyes.

And that someone must have brought you here. Wherever here was.

It’s not helping. You can’t get it in control. Your mind isn’t cooperating. The room you’re in isn’t helping. Everything in it fucking reminds you of that place. Your thoughts escalate.

You’re back there again.

You haven’t escaped.

They’ll put you back in the cage.

The doctor had been shocked when an alert was dispatched on his watch, letting him know the girl was awake. Abandoning his lunch, he ran towards the room she was in. He opens the door with a bang. The girl was definitely awake, there was no doubt as she was sitting up on the bed, clutching her head in pain.

He’s a doctor. A doctor who doesn’t exactly live in the best area. He’s done horrible things and worked for even more horrific people. He learnt a long time ago to not get attached and to not intervene. His pledge as a doctor means nothing here. But even he can’t help but be concerned for the girl in front of him.

“Miss…?” he attempted to call out. No response.

He moved carefully towards her and gently reached out to touch her shoulder.

A hand on you is what snaps you out. You move your head towards the source. It’s a man. He’s old, wrinkles on his face and greying black hair. Your eyes move over him and rest on his white coat.

A doctor.

Doctor…?

Dr Evans.

As the girl keeps eye contact with him, her face morphs. First it’s confusion. Then, there’s fear. It’s quickly combined with anger. He removes his hand from her, putting them up to show there’s nothing to fear while also taking a couple steps back. Something about her scares him. He’s in danger. His mouth moves on its own as he attempts to soothe her. It doesn’t work.

You want him to die. He’s just another one. Another cog in the machine, easily replaced but you don’t care. He deserves to die. For all he’s done to you. You refuse to be the only one left shattered.

He hunches over in pain. Something sharp is inside him, it’s moving through his body trying to get out. He brings his hand to his mouth with a cough, when he removes it there’s blood on his palm. She’s going to kill him.

There’s a warm hand around your wrist, when your mind catches up to your body you find yourself staring into those red eyes. You know him.

“I’d rather you not kill my doctor. He’s been working hard these last couple of days to heal you,” the voice belonging to the warm hand says. It allows you to close your eyes and breathe. It’s familiar and you find comfort in that. But then you become all too aware of the hand still on you and your eyes snap open and you rip your arm away. If it affects him, he doesn't show it. You don’t have it in you to be nice, the thought of being touched by anyone fills you with dread. Besides if he had been rough with even her upon their first meeting, who knows what his real reason for rescuing you even was? Had you left one prison just to enter another?

Just like the doctor, he takes a step away from you. Something in his eyes glints when you sag in relief.

You’re all too aware of the eyes on you. It’s silent but then he breaks it.

“We’re leaving,” he turns to the doctor and ushers him out the door. “Get yourself together and knock on the door when you’re ready to talk,” he stares at you for a little while with his hand on the doorknob, half out the door. You hold his gaze, his lips quirk and he’s gone with the door closed behind him.

Your mind is clear now. You push the blanket off you and you don’t even blink as you rip the needles out of you. Blood pours out but you feel nothing. It’ll heal on its own anyways. Your bare feet touch the cold marble floor. It’s welcomed.

You use the bed to assist you, and slowly make your way towards the mirror in the room. It takes time, your legs are weak from days of unuse and starvation. You haven’t had access to a mirror all these years you’ve been taken. Not even a reflective surface.

The girl that stares back at you looks pathetic. Disgust fills you as you stare into her eyes. You used to be something to be admired. She’s just bones, you have no idea how you can even stand. Your hair used to be your everything. You took pride in caring for it, the shine is gone. It’s grown in these years but the thickness of it is nowhere to be seen. Somehow this hurts more than the beatings you’ve endured. The spark that you had earned in this life is gone too. Your eyes look devoid of any emotions, the softness in your face she used to adore has disappeared.

You find yourself slipping into those decrepitating thoughts. Would they be disgusted at you as well? Perhaps it's good that you’ve been labelled as dead.

Your eyes drift over to your neck and your hand caresses the bandaged wound. You carefully unwind the bandages. The wound is deep, no shock there but it’s much better than before. It’s been closed up with stitches and in a couple of days, it’ll be healed enough for them to be removed.

Despite your earlier breakdown, you’re numb when not a single sound escapes your mouth as you try to scream.

The silence has him on edge.

When he left her there, he expected screaming or the sound of things breaking as she processed her predicament.

It doesn’t feel real to see her awake. She had looked like a cornered animal, too busy focusing on killing the doctor to even notice him sneak up on her. She was powerful. Whatever she had tried to do to the doctor had left the man with internal bleeding. He was currently resting. She was a threat and yet he has no answer as to why he hadn’t put her down. That was the way he did his business, it didn’t matter how helpful someone or something could be, if it threatened his life, he would dispose of it. Yet the thought to even activate his evol or have a gun on him had never crossed his mind. He sighs, lifting a hand to his head. She’s barely been awake for an hour and she’s already causing so many problems.

Her eyes had a hold on him. It was…profitable that she still had a fight in her. Yes. Profitable. She could be useful in other ways than just the information she held. He was a businessman after all. He’d mould her into his image, she could pay him back by becoming his tool.

He found himself standing right by the door of the room she was in, leaning against the wall with arms crossed.

A knock snaps him out of his thoughts.

AN: Ugh I had no inspiration for this chapter, I rewrote it like five times but I hate it. That's why it's so short. Next chapter should be longer cause the twins will get introduced and I adore them. What sort of bond should reader have with them?

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diamonddaze01 · 3 months ago

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invisible string

pairing: ferrari driver!yoon jeonghan x journalist!reader chapter wc: 2K genre: fluff | au: f1 au | rating: pg-13 | warnings: none! a/n: dedicated to @ylangelegy, who has listened to me plan this for over a month now // based on invisible string by taylor swift // thank you @gotta-winwin for the beta! more notes at the bottom! takes place after full throttle and bad for business

FORMULA 1 QATAR AIRWAYS AZERBAIJAN GRAND PRIX Track: Baku City Circuit

The race had been his to win. Jeonghan had been leading the pack, smooth as ever, navigating Baku’s winding streets with a precision that seemed almost effortless. Lap after lap, he held the gap, the roar of the crowd swelling every time the scarlet Ferrari streaked past. But a mistimed pit stop—just a few seconds too long—had changed everything.

The radio crackled with updates as he rejoined the track, now behind the Red Bull and the Mercedes, a podium still possible but victory slipping further and further from his grasp. You’d watched from the media pen, clutching your mic in one hand and the delicate necklace he’d given you in the other. The charms—a tiny microphone and his initial—sat warm against your skin, as if absorbing the frantic beat of your heart.

It was painful to see him try to claw his way back, pushing his car to its limits, his lap times faster than anyone else’s, but the distance was too great. By the time the checkered flag waved, he’d finished fourth—a position that might’ve pleased anyone else but felt like a dagger to Jeonghan, especially here.

The cameras in the paddock caught every second: the way he climbed out of the car, the polite smile he gave his engineers, the exhausted slump of his shoulders as he trudged toward the team garage. You knew that expression too well—it was the same one he wore every time he felt like he’d let himself down.

The media pen had been merciless. You’d stood just off to the side, watching Jeonghan answer the barrage of questions with his usual charm, but you knew the weight he carried beneath that smooth exterior. A loss in Baku—his best circuit—was a bitter pill to swallow. You’d prepared yourself for the aftermath: the quiet ride back to the hotel, the sigh he’d let out as he peeled off his racing gloves, maybe the silent way he’d disappear into the shower.

You had even prepared your own words, something soothing to tell him when the hurt inevitably surfaced. When his PR manager leading him to the Sky Sports booth, you straightened your posture, determined to keep things professional. But your hand still found the charm at your neck, your fingers brushing over its edges as if it could somehow anchor you.

He looked like every bit the media darling he was known to be, that familiar, sly smile fixed firmly in place. But you noticed the tightness around his eyes, the slight strain in his voice as he greeted the host. He spared you a glance as you stood to the side, notebook in hand, and something in his gaze softened—brief, fleeting, but unmistakable.

When your turn came to ask him a question, you kept it light, knowing better than to press him when the wound was still fresh. “You had incredible pace today, especially toward the end. What’s your takeaway from this race?”

He tilted his head at you, his smile curling into something teasing, even playful. “Come on, sweetheart,” he said, just loud enough for the nearby microphones to catch it. “Don’t go easy on me. You never do.”

Your cheeks burned at the nickname, but you ignored it, clearing your throat and shifting to a more pointed question. “Alright, then. How do you feel about the timing of that pit stop? Do you think it cost you the win?”

For a second, you expected his smile to falter, for the frustration to slip through the cracks. But instead, he laughed softly, shrugging one shoulder. “Sometimes things don’t go your way. That’s racing. You win some, you lose some. I’ve had my fair share of wins, haven’t I? Maybe it was someone else’s turn today.”

His calm surprised you, even as you jotted down his answer. Jeonghan had always been gracious in front of the cameras, but there was something different about him now—a lightness, a resilience that you didn’t expect. And when he finished the interview and turned back toward you, his smile lingering, you wondered if he’d been preparing for this moment long before the race ever began.

You didn’t have much time to think about it. By the time the interviews wrapped up and the paddock started to clear, Jeonghan was already pulling you toward the exit, his hand firm around yours.

“Let’s go celebrate,” he said, his voice light and easy, as if he hadn’t just endured one of the most grueling races of the season.

“Celebrate?” you repeated, your brow furrowing in confusion. “Jeonghan, you didn’t even—”

“It doesn’t matter,” he cut in, his smile growing. “Baku’s too beautiful to waste on sulking. Trust me, I’ve got something better in mind.”

He led you through the paddock, ignoring your protests and questions as he tugged you toward the waiting taxi. His hand was warm around yours, his grip sure and steady, and despite your confusion, you let yourself follow him. He always had that effect on you—a pull you couldn’t resist, like gravity.

The streets of Baku’s Old City glowed in the golden light of the setting sun. Cobblestones stretched out in every direction, and the sandstone buildings caught the last rays of daylight, painting the world in hues of amber and honey. The scent of saffron and roasted chestnuts filled the air, mingling with the hum of distant voices and the faint strains of music from a nearby café.

It all felt familiar. Too familiar. Your heart skipped as the taxi pulled to a stop, and Jeonghan led you toward the same path you’d walked on your first date. He pointed out the Maiden Tower again, his voice lilting with amusement as he repeated the same joke he’d made back then.

“Are you seriously taking me on a nostalgia tour right now?” you teased, though your chest ached with something too warm, too overwhelming to name.

“Maybe I am,” he replied, his eyes glinting with that mischievous light you loved so much. “Good memories deserve a second run.”

The sun was slipping lower by the time you reached the vendor’s cart tucked into a quiet corner of the square. It hadn’t changed, not really—the same colorful trinkets spilled across the table, the same aroma of aged wood lingering in the air. Your breath caught in your throat as Jeonghan reached for a small wooden box, almost identical to the one he’d bought you on your first date. You still had it, tucked safely in the corner of your nightstand, its corners worn from the times you’d traced them absentmindedly, as though trying to hold onto the memory of that day.

“You don’t need to get me another one,” you said quickly, a laugh escaping your lips. “I still have the first one.”

“Humor me,” he said, handing the vendor a few bills. He turned to you, holding the box out in his palm, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. “Go on. Open it.”

Your fingers trembled as you lifted the lid.

Inside was a ring—gold, inlaid with a stunning citrine gem and diamonds, catching the last rays of sunlight and scattering them like a thousand tiny stars. It was exquisite, timeless in a way that stole the air from your lungs.

You looked up at him, the question forming on your lips, but Jeonghan was already moving. He was on one knee before you, his dark eyes fixed on yours with a tenderness that left you utterly undone.

“Marry me,” he said, his voice low but steady, every word laced with certainty. “Not because it’s the perfect moment or because I have the perfect speech prepared—because God knows I don’t. But because I love you. I’ve loved you since the first moment I saw you, and I know, without a doubt, that I’ll love you for the rest of my life.”

Your heart felt like it was being tugged by that invisible thread, the one that had always tied you to him, no matter where the world spun you both. You could feel the weight of every shared laugh, every argument, every stolen moment between races and chaos and life. It all led here—to him, kneeling in the heart of the city where it all began, looking at you like you were the only thing that mattered.

“Jeonghan…” You barely managed to get his name out before your voice broke.

“I’ve always believed in fate, you know,” he continued, his lips twitching into that familiar smirk even as his eyes shone. “Call me romantic, but I think there was a thread pulling me to you, even before I knew you existed. And now? I don’t ever want to let go of it.”

Your vision blurred as tears filled your eyes, the weight of his words sinking into your chest like a stone. He wasn’t smiling anymore—not his usual mischievous grin or his media-trained smirk. This was something raw, something real, and it made your heart feel like it might burst.

“You’re my invisible string,” he continued, his voice softening. “The one that’s tied me to you through every twist, every turn, every high and low. And I don’t want to spend another day without you at the other end of it.”

The tears spilled over before you could stop them, a shaky laugh breaking from your lips as you nodded, the world spinning and stilling all at once. “Yes,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “Yes, Jeonghan. Of course, yes.”

A cheer erupted around you, startling you both. You hadn’t even realized a crowd had gathered in the square, tourists and locals alike drawn in by the sight of the golden boy of Ferrari on one knee. His grin spread wide as he slid the ring onto your finger, the metal cool against your skin, his own eyes suspiciously shiny.

When he stood and pulled you into his arms, the applause only grew louder. And when his lips met yours, the world seemed to fade entirely, leaving only the warmth of his hands, the press of his mouth, and the steady, unshakable beat of his heart against yours.

The kiss was long, deep, and full of promises you didn’t need to hear to understand. When you finally broke apart, your cheeks flushed and your breath short, Jeonghan pressed his forehead to yours, his smile dazzling.

“I love you,” he murmured, just for you.

“I love you, too,” you replied, your voice steadier now.

And as you stood there in the golden haze of the old city, the ring heavy on your finger and Jeonghan’s arms tight around you, you couldn’t help but think of that invisible string. Of the way it had wound through time and space, pulling you both through every twist and turn, every high and low, until it finally tied you here—together. Forever.

The next morning, the headlines were splashed across every sports outlet and beyond:

Ferrari’s Golden Boy Pops the Question in Baku’s Old City—And Gets a Yes!

a/n: if anyone is curious about the ring:

a/n (pt. it's the remix): i'm ngl - idk if there's anymore full throttle left to write. BUT! jeonghan and his journalist lover fiance will definitely be popping up in the other fics in the pedal to the metal series, so keep an eye out for your favorite ferrari golden boy <333

truly, thank you for all the love on full throttle. it blows me away how many people have reached out and told me that this fic got them into f1, and that's such an honor to hear (carat f1 enjoyers RISEEEE).

does this mean i'll never write ferrari!jeonghan again? no ofc not, he's one of my favorite characters of all time and if an idea pops up i will def write it. but for now... kisses, ferrari boy, onwards to pr disaster ferrari!soonyoung!

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HONGJOONG SMUT FIC RECS LIBRARY

disclaimer: I do not own any of these works and they do not represent the real kim hongjoong. all rights belong to the respective writers who made them.

all pairings are hongjoong x reader only.

further info is already stated in the main Library.

✶ - favorites

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「 ✦ Pirate!Hongjoong ✦ 」

✶ Let Me Take You Away - @ithinkilikeit-reactions (wc 3.7k)

✶ Pirate King: Kim Hongjoong - @cookycherry (wc 4.5k)

Sea Superstitions - ithikilikeit-reactions (wc 8 .8k)

My Lady - @seongsangssbitch

Lost at Sea - @acupoftaewithsomesuga (wc 6.9k)

Pirate Joong - @hyetiny

Pirate King - @cybrsan (wc 7.6k)

A Selfish Desire - @hwashotcheeto (wc 4k)

🆕✨ Shiny New Toy - kitten4sannie (wc 2.1k)

「 ✦ Best Friend!Hongjoong ✦ 」

friends to lovers trope

✶ Tell Me to Stop - @tenelkadjowrites (wc 4.4k)

Acorns - sa_honey on ao3 (wc 4.3k)

Marigold - @yoongiseesawmp3 (wc 12k)

✶ The Best Friends Code trilogy feat. Seonghwa - tenelkadjowrites

Heavy on Your Tongue - @swallowedbymadness (wc 4k)

We Ransacked the City series, multi-chapter feat. Seonghwa - tenelkadjowrites

🆕✨ Between Friends - anyamaris (wc 3.4k)

「 ✦ Academic!Hongjoong ✦ 」

includes College Student! Hongjoong, Professor! Hongjoong, school setting

Fire & Flames - bustdownyunho on ao3 (wc 5.8k)

✶ Motivate Me - @hwaightme (wc 10.2k)

Hideaway - @minisugakoobies (wc 7k)

Teacher Seonghwa + Student Hongjoong male reader - @star-suh

Study Buddies - halflinghoney on a03 (wc 2.4k)

✶ Can't Stand You - @domjaehyun (wc 3.7k)

✶ Training Wheels - @luvt0kki (wc 10.7k)

Rule #4 - @k-hotchoisan (wc 6k)

King's Play - @atzfilm (wc 4k)

A Special Kind of Heat Delivery - artof-seonghwa (wc 2.4k)

「 ✦ Idol!Hongjoong ✦ 」

✶ Good Girls Don't ONGOING - halanote on ao3 (wc 22k)

Work Life Balance - evphoria87 (wc 1.6k)

Drunk in Love - barnesbabee

✶ All Yours - forhongjoong (wc 4k) HAS GOT TO BE THE OLDEST WELL-WRITTEN SMUT I KNOW SO THIS ONE IS SPECIAL

In the Wings feat. Seonghwa - sanjoongie (wc 2k)

A Night In implied poly - @written-in-flowers (wc 3k)

✶ 2 Soon part 1 - @03jyh23 (wc 12.8k)

✶ 2 Soon part 2 - 03jyh23 (wc 11.5k)

✶ Man-Spreading - barnesbabee

🆕✨ Bouncy - flurrys-creativity (wc 1.8k)

🆕✨ [11:07] Secrecy - hanatiny (wc 1k)

「 ✦ Roommate!Hongjoong ✦ 」

✶ Movie Night - @severetimetravelnerd (wc 2k)

✶ Deal - @hongism (wc 10.3k)

Declaration - tenelkadjowrites (wc 9k)

✶ Don't You Want Me? - @yeonjuns-beanie (wc 7.4k)

Ass So Fat, Hit that From the Back gen reader, only Hongjoong is turned on - orphan account/abandoned (wc 2.9k)

Exhibition and Voyeurism feat. Seonghwa - hobi-is-golden on ao3 (wc 3.6k)

🆕✨✶ Got a Thing for You - ilwonuu

「 ✦ Mafia/Gangster!Hongjoong ✦ 」

All I Need - @cocobeanncteez

Princess feat. San- @teeztheflag (wc 4.6k)

For Your Entertainment - @atiny-piratequeen (wc 4.3k)

5:31pm - @mingishoe

✶ A Rose is A Rose feat. Seonghwa - @daddyfordaeddy (wc 3.5k)

Guns and Roses - @baekhvuns (wc 5.4k)

✶ Cheating w Gangster!Seongjoong feat. Seonghwa - @thelargefrye (wc 2.6k)

✶ On the Rocks feat. Seonghwa- @kitten4sannie (wc 2.7k)

Backfired part 2 - ateezreactionsandscenarios (wc 5k)

🆕✨ Unbroken - hanatiny (wc 7k)

「 ✦ Hongjoong Working Different Jobs ✦ 」

includes photographer!Hongjoong, barista!Hongjoong, writer!Hongjoong, doctor!Hongjoong

* photographer!Hongjoong

Picture Perfect - @ikigaitsuki (wc 6k)

Something to Say - themoonlightfae on ao3 (wc 5.9k)

His Muse - firepoppyqueen on ao3 (wc 1.4k)

* writer!Hongjoong

✶ Mr. Write series, multi-chapter, writer!Hongjoong - @1117feverlessdreams

* cafe owner/barista Hongjoong

Iced Coffee barista!Hongjoong- xoexoxhoe

FFF Day 14 feat. San - sanjoongie (wc 2.6k)

「 ✦ Hongjoong in fantasy/historical/mythical setting ✦ 」

Rendezvous with Destiny royal advisor!Hongjoong - alxdelusional (wc 6k)

Do You Believe in Fate? Hongjoong with magic, multi-chapter - @lettersfromaphrodite (wc 42k)

Starseed: Perfect Love male reader, King!Hongjoong - thelargefrye (wc 3.7k)

His Majesty's Responsibilities King!Hongjoong - @xirenex (wc 8k)

✶ Forbidden Fruit Hades!Hongjoong - nateezfics (wc 2k)

Day 19 Bard!Hongjoong feat. Knight!Seonghwa- @multiwreckedmess (wc 6.3k)

The Spoils of War, Chapter 2: Hongjoong the Queenmaker multi-member, King!Hongjoong - fullspectrumfangirl, stitchdragon on ao3

Die for You royal guard!Hongjoong - @beginningofwonderland (wc 7.4k)

I'd Rather Burn nobleman!Hongjoong - latte-fairytaekwoon (wc 6.2k)

✨🆕 ✶ New World mad prince!Hongjoong, HEAVY ANGST - @sorryimananti-romantic (wc 27k)

「 ✦ Hongjoong in the Fashion Industry ✦ 」

includes Fashion Designer! Hongjoong, Model! Hongjoong, Fashion Company CEO! Hongjoong

✶ The Met and the Aftermath - @angiesmagicspace (wc 5.7k)

✶ Perfect Little Pet Cruella! Hongjoong @armysantiny (wc 5.9k)

✶ Business Attire - @nebulousbrainsoup (wc 4.5k)

Perfect Design - @sector-i-closed

Be My Muse - sanjoongie (wc 1.2k)

Untitled - @cherrysoojins

The Model - @doritochoi (wc 1.7k)

✶ High End - @songmingisthighs (wc 2k)

Mistletoe feat. Seonghwa - justthere4kpop (wc 2.4k)

「 ✦ Something's Wrong with Hongjoong ✦ 」

includes Villain!Hongjoong, Evil!Hongjoong, Perv!Hongjoong, Yandere! Hongjoong and dubcon themes. ⚠️ I don't support non-con fanfics

An Eye For All Things Sweet - @sugarcherriess

Textbook perv!Hongjoong - @ateezinmymind

Crimes of Passion: Gotham au Intro - @thetypingpup (wc 5.4k)

* Yandere

Desire - @lovesanmotion

Indulgence - @mint-yooxgi (wc 2k)

The Villain part 1 - @yourfatherlucifer (wc 1k)

The Villain part 2 - yourfatherlucifer (wc 1k)

˖ ࣪⭑last updated 06/05/24 ˖ ࣪⭑

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