#decided to go way more simple with this one lmk what you think

[staliaqueen]

— David Levithan

[jeonsbabygirlsworld]

INDECISION

SUMMARY: You feel really insecure these days after giving birth to your second daughter but for your sake Jungkook is there to tell you on how pretty you are.

PAIRINGS: established relationship Jungkook X Reader.

WORD COUNT:1.1K

WARNINGS: reader is insecure about her body, Koo coming to rescue her, Dad kook :(. Bam is there as always! Reader is called Jagi sometimes.

SMUT WARNIGS: Kissing, lactation kink, mentions of male masturbation, she gets a bit shy because she didn't shave down there, fingering,cream pie, missionary , after care, lmk if I missed anything .

A/n : small teeny Drabble for y’all , wrote this instead of studying for my exam 😬🧍🏻‍♀️ Tumblr works on reblog system please reblog !! Also a simple “it good or it’s great”can make my entire day 💞This is 400+ followers special enjoy ! ❤️

“Daddy please” Hani pleaded with her doe eyes looking at Jungkook he sighed “No baby I’m sorry”Hani started fussing when he said no “Look baby you already have many dolls?” He said softly picking her up from the ground. His 4-year-old daughter was stubborn just like her mom and wanted the doll “One more won’t hurt Daddy” she said pouting her lips.  

Sighing he gave in and went to buy that for her. Jungkook thought of buying some groceries from the nearby mall when Hani spotted a doll shop, she promised she would only look around but instead, she started fussing when Jungkook wouldn’t let her take one.  

Loading all the groceries into the back of the car Hani was already settled in her car seat “Let’s go home soon and meet Mommy and Chae ” Jungkook said wiggling his eyebrows and starting his car, soft music playing in the car.  

You had to freshen up once again for the second time today, Chae your younger daughter puked out the milk you fed her. She was now asleep in her bed. Bam and you decided to play a bit waiting for your husband and daughter to come, Jungkook texted you he was on the way. Getting up Bam and you went to the kitchen to prepare something while Chae was still asleep.  

You heard the front door unlocking Hani came running to the kitchen “Hi Mommy see I bought a new doll, where is Chae is she asleep again?” Hani bombarded you with questions never really staying to one point “Wow baby, yeah Chae is asleep go wake her yeah sweetie?” You said kissing her cheeks “Hey baby, got something for you” Jungkook handed you some of your favourite chocolates and some fresh white tulips he picked up while on his way back home.

Bam rushed towards both of them wiggling his tail and climbing up in Jungkook's arm . Kissing him you told him to change and get ready to eat dinner.  

Chae was now awake playing with Hani and Bam while Jungkook helped you place the dishes on your dining table. “Hani come here and have your dinner baby” you said placing her favourite plate and spoons. "Yes, Mommy coming " Hani said while standing up while Chae cooed and started crying when Hani came to the dining table, grabbing her from her crib you had your little one in arms. " I'll go and feed bam, start with your dinner Jagi" Jungkook said standing up from his seat. Dinner soon ended with laughs and giggling Hani told me about her new Kindergarten and her friends. 

Both of your daughters knocked up soon while watching some animated movies. Bam was already rested in his kennel, tucking them on the bed you went to change, to sleep soon.  

While changing you stood in front of the mirror and sighed , Jungkook hummed at the site of you sighing "Kook I don't feel confident and pretty about my body anymore " you said slightly embarrassed and tears beaming in your eyes. "What are you saying baby, you look perfect," Jungkook said keeping his phone on the nightstand.

It’s been 4 months since you both had sex, the last time you had sex was when you were eight months pregnant. you've heard Jungkook jerking off in the shower once in a while. "Baby you look so fucking perfect, what makes you think you're not pretty?" he said sitting in front of you and grabbing your shoulders " I don't know kook I have stretch marks all over my stomach and thighs, I have baby fat still in my body," you said tearing up. Jungkook sighed kissing your cheeks " Baby it's serious why didn't you tell me this earlier? " Jungkook was shocked about why you didn’t let him know.

" you've given birth to our child baby, and about stretch marks you should not feel you're not pretty anymore, and some baby fat looks cute on you, you have them in the right spots," Jungkook says now lying over your breasts, laughing through tears you wave him off. Jungkook then kisses your lips slowly which soon turns into a make out session. "You're fine with having sex with me tonight baby?" he asked making sure you were comfortable with it.

Nodding at him he helps you to undress when you get a bit shy under his gaze "Kook I haven’t been shaving down there lately” you say in a slow tone we wave off saying “It’s fine baby” and move down towards your stomach slowly leaving wet kisses on your stretch marks and fat, leaning he is met with the site of your wet pussy.  

Groaning at the site “fuck so wet baby, what got you so worked up?” Jungkook whispered before leaning in to give a soft kiss to your core. Closing your eyes, you let yourself enjoy the pleasure he gave. “Ah ah baby watch me” He tutted “Tell me what you want baby, gonna give you everything you deserve” he added “Want your mouth kook” you said grabbing his hair. “Take what you want to have it your way,” he says softly sucking on your soaked clit “You taste like a fucking candy” Jungkook praises you for being a good girl and how wet you were “fuck so tight baby” curses left your mouth when he fingered you through your orgasm. 

Bawling your eyes out you finally came on his fingers “You gonna take my cock baby?” Jungkook said still unsure “Yeah kook want you in me now,” you said reassuring him “Looks so good waiting for me, glad I knocked you up with my babies” he groaned .

“My sexy baby mama, never gonna make you feel bad about your insecurities they look fucking perfect” his thrusts were getting rough but you both were careful to not make a bit of noise, Jungkook's hand pressed against your mouth to keep you from your moaning getting louder. His hands massaged your breasts and a few bits of milk oozing out of them made his lactation kink awake, sucking on them he moans at the sweet taste.  

“Fuck Jagi I’m gonna fucking come” Arrays of curses left your mouth, and slopping noises of your wet pussy made him cum faster than he even though “fuck kook so messy” you chuckle feeling the slick drip down to your ass. Laughing he settles his head on your neck whispering sweet things in your ear and occasionally biting on them. He backs away and brings in a towel to clean you up.  

You both cuddle up against each other wearing some cloths because Hani has a habit of barging in your room at early morning. Jungkook went to check up on both of them kissing their cheeks and closing the door. The baby monitor helps you when Chae cries in middle of night thankfully she was asleep.  

Whispering I love You's Sleep soon overcome you both.  

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[ghostiiess]

“you’re my red string”

synopsis: because ni-ki called you ‘bro’, you decided to tease him back with a silent treatment.

warnings: petnames (babe and baby), mention of kisses on the cheek and on your hand, i think that's all? let me know if there's more!

type: fluff (ni-ki’s imagines will always be sfw!!)

wc: around 1k

member: ni-ki from enhypen x gender neutral reader (no pronouns used to describe y/n)

reblogs and likes are really appreciated! not too sure about the end, but lmk if you liked it :D

english's not my main tongue. sorry if i made any mistakes!

permanent taglist: @nsb-rkive @firebenderwolf @yawnzzznnn @ghostyycat7

It's been about three hours since your boyfriend jokingly called you “bro”. He knew you didn't really like the nickname, but he liked teasing you. For him, seeing your cute reaction and your smile was probably the highlights of his day. That's probably one of the many reasons why he deliberately teased you…

You weren't exactly the kind of person who would use the silent treatment to get what you wanted, but you were curious to see his reaction. After all, you also liked to see him smile.

- I'm home! he exclaimed.

You smiled a little, then waited. This was going to be fun.

Not hearing your voice, Ni-Ki repeated the sentence he had just spoken:

- Babe? Are you there?

Your boyfriend and you shared an apartment, and let's just say that the times he uttered the phrase "I'm home" were pretty rare... He always came home late because of his hard work, and he had a lot of practice. It wasn't part of your ritual not to greet him when you were both in the apartment. The rare moments you had together that weren't during the night when you were asleep, you usually played video games with him and listened to him talk about his upcoming concerts and projects with his music group.

Still not hearing you, you could hear a sigh from him. He knew you were there: your shoes were in the hall. You heard him walk from the front door to the living room, where he found you on your phone, no headphones, no videos playing in the background, your ears perfectly tuned to hear him greet you a few minutes earlier.

- Hi.

You didn't even look at him.

- Are you deaf? he laughed, running a hand through his dark hair. I was waiting for your hug...

Whenever he came home, you always put your arms around Ni-Ki's shoulders. You knew he didn't like that kind of attention from people he didn't know very well, but from you? He loved it. He loved the gentle attention you gave him, the loving names you called him, the cuddling time he spent with you... He loved it, but he would never dare to say it to your face.

- Are you okay? Do you sleep with your eyes open now?

You moved to let him know you weren't sleeping, to let him know what you were doing: a silent treatment.

- Oh, I see what you're doing, Y/N...

He gave you a faint smile.

- It's because I called you bro, isn't it?

You didn't answer, which confirmed that he was right.

- You know I said that just to tease you, right? I didn't mean it. And if it makes you feel any better, I'd say you're my best bro.

You obviously didn't answer.

- So you won't talk? All right, then I'll have to make you talk.

Without letting you react, Ni-Ki took your hand and gave it a simple kiss, hoping it would work.

- Do you want to talk now?

Seeing your resistance, your boyfriend approached you, then gave you a kiss on the cheek and a small smile:

- No reaction? That's strange, you always smile when I kiss your cheek...

Sighing, he rested on the back of the sofa.

- It's not easy to make you talk...

Then he had an idea.

- If I can't make you react physically, I'll make you react verbally.

You looked at him and immediately regretted it: he was way too cute.

- I'll tell you what I like about you, and I'll stop when you're tired of me.

He cleared his throat, then began:

- First of all, I love your eyes. I could get lost in them for years and never get tired of it.

Hoping you would answer, he sighed. He missed you, your words, your affection.

- Second, I love your hands. They're so soft…, he added, taking one of your hands and kissing the top of it.

He crossed his fingers with yours and gave you a small smile.

- I love your smile. You always light up the room with yours and every time you smile I think it couldn't be more beautiful, but I'm wrong every time.

You had to bite your lips to hide your smile. You knew you weren't subtle, but you couldn't control your desire to smile.

- Is that a smile I see? Does that mean I can live with a real person again and not a statue? he laughed.

Running a hand through his hair, he continued:

- Should I continue?

Still without an answer, Ni-Ki took the opportunity to continue.

- I like your personality. Actually, I don't think the word "like" is strong enough. I love your personality... You're probably one of the people who means the most to me. You always greet me with a smile on your face and you are always understanding about my schedule and my practices.

While playing with your fingers, he went on:

- You're always there for me, trying to make me smile and feel good, and I really appreciate that.

Your lips hurt. You couldn't stop smiling. You tried to hide it, but it was no use: Ni-Ki would always manage to make you smile.

He sighed:

- And I want you to know that even if you're giving me the silent treatment, I will always love you. Even if I don't show it sometimes, I appreciate you and you're one of the people I care about most.

Seeing your smile gradually spreading, he added:

- And if I may say so, I think you're my red string... I don't really believe in signs and myths or anything like that, but I think this is true. At least I think it is for us.

The Japanese myth of the red string: the one you were passionate about. Ni-Ki and you thought it was cute to know that everyone had a string around them that was attached to someone else.

You couldn't go on any longer. You smiled and put your hands in front of your face.

- I can't go on, you're too cute!

He chuckled slightly:

- You're just obsessed with me, admit it.

- Keep telling yourself that.

He smiled, then kissed you gently on the lip before letting you speak:

- Did you mean any of those things?

He rolled his eyes, then smiled.

- Of course, I did, you silly.

[eternalxvenus]

༻ room for one more? ༺

summary: after many failed dates, you begin to give up on the dating scene until Sarah and John B give you an interesting proposal.

cw: smut 18+, sarah x f!reader x john b, threesome, oral (f and m receiving), face sitting, overstimulation, squirting, dirty talk, praise, p in v, unprotected sex, pet names (sweetheart, pretty girl, good girl, baby), brief drug use, lmk if i missed any!

wc: 3.6k

notes: thank you to the lovely @juniebugg for giving me this amazing idea, i loved writing it and hope i did it justice 🙏🏽

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The sun was setting but the day was still hot, a soft wind tickling your skin. You were lying on your towel, opting to enjoy the last few rays of the sun with Kie. JJ, Pope, John B, Cleo, and Sarah were all in the water swimming and playing around. You all had a rough week for different reasons and so JJ called for a mandatory beach day.

As you dozed in and out, listening to the sound of the waves, Kie nudged your side softly. "So... how is the whole dating thing coming along?"

Even though she was genuinely curious, you couldn't help the sting of embarrassment as you tried not to groan. "Not so great. I have a date with Kelce tomorrow, but I'm not over the moon excited." You turned to look at Kie through your sunglasses with a tight smile. "If this one doesn't work out, I'm giving up."

Her nose scrunched up in mild disapproval. "Kelce? I didn't think you'd go for someone in that circle.

Truth be told, you usually wouldn't. Even though the whole Kooks vs Pogues thing isn't as relevant anymore, some Kooks were still stuck in their old ways. "Me either. He came up to me and started a conversation at the boneyard a couple nights ago and asked for my number. Now we suddenly have a date at the country club," you sighed with a shrug.

"Even if it doesn't go well, don't stress it. You don't have to push a relationship anytime soon– you're still young."

You sat up and turned onto your back, deciding to take a nap while you could. "Easy for you to say. You have JJ, Cleo has Pope, and Sarah has John B. I'm the odd one out." Kie gave you a solemn smile but didn't say anything else, which you were thankful for.

A few hours later, everyone was out of the water, and the wind picked up leaving goosebumps on their wet skin. While everyone was drying off, Kie woke you up and said it was time to go.

You asked John B to take you home because you had plans tomorrow. As everyone laughed and joked around with one another, you couldn't bring yourself to be in a cheerful mood knowing they each had their special person within the group.

Once you were home, you immediately took a warm shower to try and let the warm water relax you. It did somewhat, but it didn't stop your brain from overthinking. After what felt like hours of tossing and turning in bed, one melatonin later, you finally were able to fall asleep and stay asleep.

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The room was unbearably hot when you woke up. You flung the covers off you as you wiped the light sheen of sweat from your forehead. You'd left the window open, and your AC wasn't on. With an irritated groan, you got up and closed the window. Wanting to cool down your room as quick as possible, you turned the AC on as low as it could go.

You checked your phone and saw a few missed messages.

Kie: have fun on your date, lmk how it goes!

Sarah: if you aren't busy later come swing by the chateau :)

Kelce: morning, i'll be there at 1 to pick you up for lunch. can't wait to see you.

You sent in your replies and got ready for your date with Kelce. Light makeup and a cute but simple white dress. As you grabbed it from your closet, you saw the red dress you shoved in the back with the price tag still attached. You'd bought it impulsively while shopping with the girls one day but had never worn it. 

It was a mid-thigh deep cherry red with a slit and showed off your cleavage perfectly—according to Sarah, at least. It had never seen the outside of your closet, no matter how many times your friends tried to make you wear it. You never felt like you could truly pull it off.

There were five minutes to spare when you'd finally finished up. As you were spraying your perfume a text from Kelce came in letting you know he was outside. You grabbed your purse and met him outside, where he sat in his car.

A small sigh left your lips. He didn't bother to meet you at the door. Perhaps he wasn't the gentleman type. You got into his expensive car, the leather seat cool from the AC blasting on high.

"Ready to go?" He asked, giving you a once over. You nodded softly and gave him a small smile. Neither of you spoke much the entire ride there. You sat on your phone checking social media, playing games, anything to pass the time.

Kelce parked in front of the country club and beckoned you to follow him. He led you to the outdoor patio that connected to a restaurant. After a waiter sat you both and you ordered drinks, Kelce started the conversation.

"So, is this your first time at the country club?."

"Uh... yeah, it is."

"What do you think of it?" he said, taking a sip of the drink that had been placed in front of him.

You shrugged, "It's nice, I can see why people come here." There was a beat of silence and you knew this date wasn't going to be the best.

"Honestly, I'm surprised we're here right now. I never thought I'd be taking a pogue on a date at the country club. But you're really hot, so I've got no complaints."

His statement made you internally roll your eyes. "Right..."

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You were back home, feet aching slightly from your shoes, and the heat was making you feel groggy and gross. The date was not good. All Kelce could talk about was himself, the kook life, and how he wanted to bring you to a party at Topper's next week. You declined. He also made slick remarks about you being a pogue which pissed you off.

You: hey sarah, i'll be over in a bit.

She sent a thumbs to your message. You got in your car and made your way to the chateau. When you pulled up, you saw John B out by the deck. 

Inside you could see Sarah walking around so you went in to greet her.

"Hey, I'm here," you said knocking on the door as you walked inside. 

"Hey! Glad you could make it." She sat the plates she was holding into the cabinet and motioned for you to sit. She came over and sat next to you on the couch as you both got comfortable. "Kie mentioned you had a date… how did it go?"

You picked at your nails and shook your head. "Not too great."

Sarah hummed sympathetically. "Well, Kelce isn’t as interesting as he makes himself out to be." You both laughed as you nodded in agreement.

You laid back on the couch letting your head fall back. "When is everyone else coming?" assuming Sarah or John B had something planned for everyone tonight.

"Actually, I only invited you. John B and I wanted to talk to you about something," she sighed. You felt nervousness bloom in your stomach as she stood up. "I'm gonna go get John B, just sit tight."

While waiting for them to come back your mind was wandering, not sure what could be so important that they had to talk to you together and in person. The door swung open and Sarah walked back in with John B right behind her. No one spoke as they pulled up two chairs and sat in front of you on the couch. John B gave a soft smile which helped your nerves just a little.

"Okay so," Sarah spoke up. "We weren't really sure how to go about this so just bear with me here. You're one of our best friends and we've spent a lot of time together over the years..."

You could hear your heart beating in your ears, almost drowning out Sarah's voice. Please don't tell me they don't want to be friends anymore, you thought to yourself.

"Anyways, me and John B have been talking. We both find you attractive obviously. And we wanted to invite you to bed with us! Like a threesome." Sarah had a smile on her face and your eyes widened.

"W-what? You want to have a threesome? With me?" They both nodded.

"Basically, me and Sarah had been talking and we asked each other who we'd want to hook up with if we were single. To our surprise we both said you, so we figured why not just ask."

Your face felt burning hot with shyness and embarrassment. You'd only had sex one time and it wasn't all that great. You and your boyfriend at the time had wanted to lose your virginities to each other but neither of you knew what you were doing.

Sarah's hand grabbed yours and pulled you out of your swarming thoughts. "You don't have to answer right now." She was caressing the back of your hand with her thumb reassuringly. "Go home and just think about it. We'll be waiting patiently for your answer— no pressure at all, okay?"

The air in the room felt a little less heavy. You knew they wouldn't force you or be mad if you decided not to. "Okay," you said with a small smile.

They both hugged you, walked you to your car, and waved you off home. On the ride back, all you could think about was whether you should accept or not. You weren't experienced and didn't want to disappoint them.

You were laying in bed but once again couldn't sleep. You decided to take a few hits of the weed pen JJ had given you a while back, it's lasted you a while since you only use it when you can't sleep or need to relax.

Once you felt the high encompassing your mind you laid down and closed your eyes. Your mind drifted to the thought of being in bed with Sarah and John B. With that, you fell asleep.

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It had been three days since your threesome invitation. You had thought about it a lot. Even though you hadn't spoken to Sarah and John B directly, you all still talked in the group chat with everyone else like normal.

It was still early in the morning when you texted Sarah.

You: hey are you and John B up yet?

20 minutes later, you got a reply.

Sarah: good morning! i am but he's still sleeping lol. what's up?

You: i've given it some thought and i wanna do this but are you sure? i'm not the most experienced when it comes to all that

Sarah: i'm so happy! thank you for trusting us and don't worry we'll both be there to guide you. are you free tonight?

You said yes and she told you to come over at 7. That gave you 11 hours to completely freak out before heading over there.

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The warm air from outside blew into your car as you sat outside the chateau, trying to give yourself a mini pep talk. They suggested that you come in loungewear, so you wore shorts and a cropped tank top with no bra, all things considered.

You went up and knocked on the door and waited. John B came and greeted you with a hug. He didn't hide the fact that he was taking in your body. 

"Hey, come in. Sarah's finishing up in the shower so she should be out in a few minutes." With a brief nod, you followed him inside.

It was so weird, normally the chateau felt like a second home. You'd help yourself to whatever and never felt out of place. This time it was the complete opposite. You didn't want to touch anything or sit without someone telling you to. You felt like a guest, who was visiting for the first time.

John B sensed your nervousness and gave you a smirk. "Don't get all shy now sweetheart, we haven't even started. Speaking of which, is there anything you wanna do? We could have some takeout, watch a movie, anything really."

You gave him a puzzled look. "I thought we were going to... you know."

"I love your enthusiasm," he chuckled. "We are, but Sarah and I both thought it'd be best to ease into it rather than just jump right in. We want this to be as comfortable as possible for you."

It was the little things like this that reminded you that these are your best friends. They knew you like the back of their hand and wanted this to be enjoyable for you and them. "A movie sounds nice," you said with a smile.

A little while later you were all sat on the couch watching some random movie that you'd picked. It wasn't all that good but you were still tuned in. Your eyes glanced away from the TV when you felt Sarah's hand start grazing the inside of your thigh. She was still facing forward almost as if nothing was happening. You looked back at the TV and spread your legs a little wider.

It was summer, entirely too hot for any blankets— even with the cool air of the AC blowing— so if John B looked, he'd see what was happening. The light, teasing touches went on for a few more minutes and you could feel yourself getting more and more worked up. You were ready to break the silence and ask for more until you felt John B's lips on your neck. A soft gasp slipped past your lips as your eyes fluttered closed.

"This okay?" he muttered against your neck, and you nodded. "Use your words, pretty girl."

You managed to whimper out a soft 'Yes' which encouraged them both to keep going. Sarah's hand moved higher, lightly rubbing you through your shorts. A moan slipped from your pouty lips at the contact and you tried grinding your hips against her hand for more stimulation. "Let's go to the bed," Sarah whispered.

The short walk was filled with little kisses and light touches, none of you wanted to stop even for a second. Sarah instructed you to take off your clothes and lay on the bed. She and John B did the same as she sat behind you and John B positioned himself in between your thighs.

"Fuck... your pussy is dripping." You attempt to close your legs but he has a strong grip on your thighs. "Don't try and hide yourself, I wanna see everything."

Sarah brought her hands up to massage your tits, your nipples feeling painfully hard. "John B is gonna use his mouth to make you feel good, okay?"

"Okay– oh!" He wasted no time licking a long stripe to collect your arousal on his tongue.

"How does she taste baby?" Sarah asked. You could hear the lust and neediness in her voice. "She's so fucking sweet, like candy." John B couldn't help but moan as he continued to move his tongue in and out of your hole. You felt one of Sarah's hands leave your breast to touch herself behind you. Her soft moans make you even more turned on.

John B brought his mouth to your clit and sucked hard. That was all it took to have you falling over the edge in pleasure. One hand squeezed Sarah's arm while the other tugged on John B's brown tresses. Your moans filled the room as you rode out your first orgasm of the night.

Sarah replaced your spot in front of John B and once again he wasted no time lapping at her essence. Once she reached her peak John B didn't stop he was pushing her into overstimulation and instructed you to hold her legs open.

"John B! Please– ohmygod– it's too much!" she tried to push his head away but he didn't budge until he pulled another orgasm from her. You watched in amazement as she started to squirt making a mess of the bed and his face. He wore your combined juices proudly, not bothering to wipe any of it off. 

You leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Fuck Sarah you look so hot like this, squirting all over the place, being so messy." She whimpered at your words as John B finally gave her some reprieve.

She pulled you down so your lips collided with hers in a heated bruising kiss. Her tongue swiped across your lip and made its way into your mouth massaging your tongue.

In the corner of your eye, you saw John B stroking his hard cock slowly. Sarah noticed as well and gave you a smirk. "Let's show him how thankful you are for making you cum."

John B positioned himself up against the headboard and Sarah brought you face to face with his length. "Grab the base and take him into your mouth. He likes it really messy," She whispered while keeping her gaze on him. You followed her instructions and did your best to please him.

Once you'd taken as much as you could into your mouth, a light gag leaving your throat, he groaned. "Fuuuuck, that's it, take it all in that tight little throat." You went at your own pace for a bit, then Sarah took over gagging you on his cock at a brutal pace. Your eyes watered and there was spit and drool all over your chin and his pelvis. John B's thighs tensed and without warning his load filled your throat forcing you to swallow it all. 

You coughed a bit and Sarah rubbed your back soothingly while you and John B caught his breath. "You did so good baby." She went to kiss your neck and caress your body.

The praise did things to you. "Thank you." John B pulled you against him and kissed you deeply. "Do you wanna keep going, sweetheart?" John B muttered against your lips. The room felt so hot in combination with all the body heat and the summer air. You were definitely spent, but you wanted to go again. "I want you inside, please."

He nodded and moved you down to straddle him. Sarah moved to sit on his face, facing you. She moaned, feeling his tongue on her clit again. You sink down on his length feeling completely and utterly full. Sarah pulled you in for a kiss as you rocked your hips in a slow rhythm.

The stimulation on your clit from grinding felt delicious, you knew you wouldn't last much longer. One look at Sarah and you could tell she was close too. "I wanna cum together," you whispered against her lips. "Okay, together." she nodded. John B pushed his hips up to get impossibly deeper and gave a harsh such on Sarah's clit, pushing you both over the edge.

You both collapsed onto the bed, your body completely worn out. Sarah and John B left kisses and comforting touches anywhere they could, telling you how well you did and that they were so proud. Their voices faded away as sleep overtook you.

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A month after your night with Sarah and John B things couldn't have been better. You'd spent many pleasure-filled nights at the chateau. They were always showing you something new and making you feel so good. There were even times when it would be just one of them if the other was busy or not around.

You weren't expecting the text from Sarah asking you to come over considering you were just there two days ago. She asked you the wear that red dress which made you even more confused.

Walking into the chateau, not bothering to knock, you saw the table with lots of food and a candle adorning the middle of the table. "What's all this?" you questioned. John B and Sarah both turned from their spot in the kitchen and greeted you. 

"We wanted to do something special to thank you, you look beautiful by the way," he said leading you to the empty chair. They sat down at the table and you could tell something was coming up. Even Sarah looked a bit nervous. Maybe they were going to end things.

"So, we don't want to keep you here with this uncertainty. We did all these because this past month has been amazing. You've always been a great friend and I think– we think– doing this has made us incredibly closer." You nod in agreement. "We want you to be our girlfriend. We'll be an official polyamorous couple. I don't want to have to give you up to someone else and neither does Sarah. We want you to be ours and we'll be yours completely."

You felt like the wind had been sucked out of you. They wanted you to be their girlfriend. Before you could say anything Sarah chimed in. "Sorry if this seems sudden and we understand if you want to keep things how they are. You don't have to have an answer–"

"Of course I would," you cut her off with a wide smile. You could see the worry leave both of their faces. "God I love you." Sarah laughed leaning over to place a kiss on your cheek, John B following suit.

The rest of the night was spent having an amazing dinner and even better sex with your new partners. Never in a million years did you think this would be your life but you loved it and you loved them. They were your best friends and lovers wrapped in one.

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[hannieehaee]

Hello, i thought about a seventeen reaction to another member scrolling through their phone and finding a nude of their soulmate<33

18+ / mdi

a member finding your nudes - 95 line

95 line, 96 line, 97 line, maknae line

wc: 1073

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n/a: i kinda went overboard and wrote too much so i only did 95 line. pls lmk if u want 96, 97 and/or maknae line :3

seungcheol -

its funny. you and cheol had snuck away from the movie night you had arranged with a few of the members and their significant others, leaving behind your things in the living room in order to sneak into your bedroom for a few minutes under the very unconvincing excuse of 'oh, i just have to help her find something'. that is how jeonghan ended up picking up cheol's phone from the couch, thinking it was his since cheol had insisted on jeonghan getting him one of his classic phone cases due to the convenience of the pocket.

cheol had left his phone unlocked as he had left to follow after you in a hurry upon seeing the bedroom eyes you were giving him, leaving jeonghan with full free reign over his phone. jeonghan quickly realized that the phone in his hands was not his, but also knew his best friend was currently ditching his own guests to go fuck his girlfriend (you guys weren't slick), so he decided to see if he could find entertainment some other way. what he didnt expect, however, was to find a folder full of explicit pictures of cheol and his girlfriend. he didnt mean to, but his eyes were now glued to the screen, with no willpower to stop looking.

a few moments later, a very disheveled cheol came out of the room before you ('baby, wait two minutes before coming out or it'll be suspicious), almost immediately catching onto a very focused-looking jeonghan staring blankly at his phone. thinking he could maybe tease his friend about whatever he was looking at, he snuck behind him to scare him, but caught a glance at what was actually his phone, the screen showcasing a collage of photos of you in less than favorable circumstances.

"w-YAH WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!", cheol whisper-shouted at his friend as to not catch anyone's attention. he snatched the phone away and put it in his pocket.

for once, his usually slick-tongued friend was left without words, staring at him with wide eyes. with perfect timing, you came out with equally disheveled hair, tilting your head in confusion at the scene of your boyfriend and his friend in a very intense staring contest.

"what happened?"

jeonghan -

as roommates, it was quite common for jeonghan and seungkwan to pick up each other's phones for simple tasks such as checking the time or ordering food. which is why jeonghan didnt question it when he saw seungkwan pick up his phone to order take-out. what he hadnt expected, however, was for you to message him right at that moment.

being his well-mannered girl, he assumed it was just the quick 'how are u angel ☹️🫶' you'd usually send him every day around this time, but he couldnt have been more wrong.

"oh, hey you got a text from- OH!"

okay, that wasnt the usual reaction one would have to an innocent text from your roommate's girlfriend. he quickly snatched the phone from the younger's hands, curious as to what caused his reaction. upon inspecting the screen, he found his friend had not only seen, but had accidentally swiped up on an imessage notification detailing you half naked in bed, with 'miss uu angel <3 mwuah' attached to it.

jeonghan had no time to be turned on or even react to your message (which would usually be endless strings of heart eye emojis begging for more pics) and yelled at his friend, panicked.

"YAH! why'd you swipe up?!"

"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT. NEVERMIND I DONT WANNA EAT WITH YOU ANYMORE!", his friend yelled back, flabbergasted and flustered at having seen his friend's seemingly sweet and innocent girlfriend's body in a way he never imagined.

although also kind of embarrassed, jeonghan felt a sense of pride at his friend's flustered state and ran to his room to text you back.

joshua -

always being on the go and surrounded by the total chaos of staff + his members, it wasnt unusual for joshua to occasionally misplace his phone. despite being an idol who liked to keep his privacy as hidden away as possible, misplacing his phone around his coworkers was not something that ever bothered him, thankfully having never dealt with leaks or anything of the sort.

today was no different. in the middle of shooting for the concept photos of their new album, joshua had forgotten to take his phone out of his pocket before his turn for solo pictures began and was suddenly nudged by mingyu, who had just finished his turn, to hand him his phone so he could hold it for him in the meantime. not thinking anything of it, joshua easily hands over his phone and signals to the photographer that he's ready to begin.

while joshua is busy posing for the camera, mingyu walks into the other room, joshua's phone now in hand. he decides to put it in his pocket before taking a seat in the waiting room and playing around with his own phone. that is until persistent vibrations coming from his back pocket suddenly distract him. thinking it might be some type of emergency coming from shua's friends or family (or else they wouldnt be as persistent), he decides to unlock shua's phone with the passcode he's seen his friend use before, not expecting to find notification's from shua's girlfriend, almost completely in the nude. and multiple ones at that!

flustered and slightly aroused, he quickly puts the phone away, shaking his head rapidly to get himself out of his trance. he feels terrible as soon as he realizes he just violated shua's and his girlfriend's privacy, but hey, it was an accident. he's going to keep this to himself, he decides, without realizing you and shua keep your read receipts on, and your messages would remain unresponded until joshua took a look himself.

hours later, now in the car on the way back to the company, joshua finally checks his phone again, noticing a few messages from you. oh. pictures. nice. wait. there's also you spamming him about leaving you on read. but when did he do that ? he knows he'd never pass up an opportunity to respond to you when you're needy and seeking his attention, specially when you send him pictures.

sitting across from him, mingyu watches worriedly as he sees all stages of realization hit his elder's face, waiting for him to realize.

"YAH! MINGYU, YOU-"

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[evanpeterswhoresblog]

Innocence (pt. 2)

Remus Lupin x f!reader

warnings: smut, protected p in v, oral (female receiving), fingering, loss of virginity, making out, underage smoking, underage drinking, slight innocence/ corruption kink, lmk if i missed any :)

summary: remus’s obsession with your purity ring gets worse, even after he finally gets it off your finger…

word count: 3.6k

a/n: ok so for anyone wondering when i wrote this i was thinking of the remus drawn by likeafunerall because omggg they draw him so good. let me know what you guys think ofc sorry if it’s not as good as the first part, i sorta rushed to get this out smh. but i’m so in love with remus hahaha

~~~

“Remus we shouldn’t be doing this...”

“Then tell me to stop.”

“I... fuck.”

Remus couldn’t help the smirk that took over his face. He finally had you in a spot he’d fantasized about countless times, he wasn’t going to let it go so easily. It was simple really. You were pressed against a wall, and he was on his knees in front of you. He wished he could see the look on your face, you must’ve been blushing hard, your soft eyes squeezed shut as you tried to deny yourself the pleasure your body craved. Unfortunately, your skirt was over his head and prevented him from seeing your pretty face as he ate you out.

It had been a few weeks since the first time you let him touch you, and it would be an understatement to say he enjoyed it. He was obsessed with it. He was obsessed with you. With every encounter the two of you shared it was like a part of your innocence was taken away and given to him. You were still far more innocent than anyone else in the year, without a doubt. But ever so slowly you were losing that innocence, and it drove Remus mad.

What else drove him mad was just how needy you became. You’d seek him out almost daily for some sort of touch. Whether it was for you, for him, or both of you, you wanted it. And you wanted it badly. Though the two of you agreed to keep what went on a secret from the rest of your friends, you sometimes were not the best at subtle hints. You would whisper to him how much you needed him and that was it. Who was he to deny you anyway? A lot changed in a short time, except for one thing.

The ring.

That stupid gold band remained on your finger through all of it. However, Remus would never say anything about it. He would never pressure you to go further, no matter how much he wished to. Because, despite the circumstances that brought the two of you together, he really did care about you. You were funny, sweet, and incredibly kind. What was there not to like? Your beauty spoke for itself, as did your inexperience. He would wait for you however long, or if you decided you never wanted to go all the way he wouldn’t care. You had more control over him than you knew.

“Rem...”

Your voice brought him back to reality. He hadn’t realized how through his thoughts he kept going. You were practically dripping; your arousal covered his chin. Without a second thought, he wet two of his fingers and gently thrust them inside you, only adding to the shakiness of your legs.

When you were done, he was quick to pull his head from under your skirt and look up at you. As he imagined, your face was bright red. But instead of your eyes being shut as they typically were, you looked down at him. There was a wildness in your eyes that he hadn’t seen before, like a mixture of confidence and something else he couldn’t name. It entranced him.

“You’re mad,” you mumbled as you began to fix your skirt and panties.

Remus chuckled. “Yeah, a bit.” He stood, not looking away from you for even a second. “But a lot for you.”

You smiled and looked away, your shyness returning. “Sure. So do you want to go back first or shall I?”

“You can, I have to go to the library anyway,” he answered. He also had to wait a few minutes for his boner to go away, but he wasn’t going to tell you that.

“Alright.” You ran your fingers through your hair and smoothened your uniform. “Do I look normal?”

“You look beautiful,” he said. He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “You are beautiful.”

You were clearly flustered at his compliment, it was adorable. “Um thank you, I’ll um see you later then yeah?”

“Yeah, see you later,” he replied.

You gave him one last smile before exiting the closet, checking both ways before doing so. Remus leaned against the wall and sighed. He really was starting to like you, and he didn’t know if that was a good thing. Relationships were never of much interest to him, he always thought they took too much effort and time away from things that actually mattered. You already consumed most of his thoughts, and you took up a decent amount of his time. For once, he didn’t know what to make of the situation. Except for one thing.

The closer the two of you got, the closer he was to getting that ring off your finger.

A smile formed on his lips.

~~~

One afternoon as the two of you sat in History of Magic together listening to Professor Binns’s long lecture about one of the Giant wars, Remus decided to test your limits.

You shared a desk in the back, Lily and Mary were in front of you. Remus glanced around the room to make sure no one was paying attention. As he expected, half the class was almost asleep, and the other half was doodling on their notes or whispering with their partners. He then looked at you. Your head was perched up on your hand, your eyes fighting to stay open. It made his chest fill with excitement.

Casually, as if he were doing nothing wrong, he placed one of his hands on your knee. Instantly your eyes opened and turned to him. He pretended not to notice, though he watched your posture change from his peripheral vision. He kept his head forward as he began to slowly creep his hand up your thigh. He moved his hand under your skirt, the feeling of your warm skin a familiar comfort.

“Remus,” you whispered his name like a warning.

As his fingertips brushed against your panties, he turned to you and lifted a finger to his lips, silently telling you to be quiet. Much to his surprise, you didn’t push him away. You only nodded your head and pretended to turn your attention back to the lecture. He slipped his fingers under your panties and found you were already wet.

Dirty girl, he thought as he began to touch you.

~~~

The fateful day came not too long after that day. Truthfully, though he had been trying to build up to it for at least a month or two, he didn’t expect it. When you first told him about what the ring symbolized, you were set on following the rules. Other guys had tried to fuck you before, he knew that, and you told him about that. So, what was different about him? Was it because the two of you had been friends since first year? Or was it because he was simply the first boy who truly tried? You were more of a mystery than he expected.

On the special day or night, Remus snuck you up to his dorm. It was during the celebration of Gryffindor winning the quidditch cup which meant no one would be in the dorm until very late, if ever. The two of you had a few drinks, but not enough to make either of you drunk. He had even convinced you to take a hit from his cigarette. Though you coughed terribly, he still thought you looked very attractive. The air that night felt different, even to him, perhaps that’s why you finally decided you wanted to go all the way.

“Did you see Sirius?” You laughed after the two of you entered the dorm. “He was starting to pour body shots.”

“He’s celebrating, let him live,” he replied with a smile.

You fell back onto his bed, and your laughter continued. He made sure to cast an extra locking spell on the door before he moved to the bed and laid down next to you. You instantly turned on your side, propped yourself up on your elbow, and stared down at him, that wild look back in your eyes.

“What’s your game then Lupin,” you said.

He looked at you confused. “What do you mean?”

“With me. I mean, we’ve known each other since we were eleven, we’ve hung around the same people, but we were never that close. Then suddenly like two months ago, you offered to have sex with me. What’s the reason?” You looked away for a few seconds. “I just... I don’t understand where it came from that’s all.”

Remus Lupin was never one who typically got stumped on a question, but at that moment he was. What was he supposed to say exactly? That he had always wondered why you wore that ring and when he found out what it was for, he wanted to see if he could get it from you? That he had become obsessed with your innocence? Neither would work, he knew that. So, he settled on the third option.

“I dunno, honestly. Why did you take me up on the offer? Or well, part of the offer.”

Once he said the words aloud, he realized how awful they sounded. He observed your face, waiting for a frown to form to indicate that you were upset. But it never came. You only gently smiled and shrugged.

“I dunno either.” You placed your hand on his chest, your left one. He watched you drag your fingers up and down his body, the ring like a painful reminder of what hadn’t happened. “But I think... I think I’m ready to take you up on the full offer.”

His eyes widened. “What?”

“I know I said I didn’t plan on doing that and I’m completely contradicting myself, and I’m going against my family and my religion but I... As you said, people do it all the time and it’s normal. If you don’t want to, I understand,” you answered. Even through the dark, he could see your blush. Merlin how he loved it.

“Why would I not want to? I should be asking you that,” he replied, trying his best to keep a neutral face despite how excited he was.

“It can be intimidating, right? To be someone's first. I don’t want you to think it has to be some special big thing because it’s not. In my head, I used to think it was supposed to be all that but after starting this with you I sorta realized I don’t care for special I just you know... want it to be with you. And don’t feel pressured or anything, I’m not going to ask to be your girlfriend or any of that. I- sorry, I’m saying too much again, aren’t I?”

Remus gave you a gentle smile and took your hand in his. “No, you’re not saying too much. Actually, you’re saying about the right amount. If that’s all what you truly feel, then I’d be more than happy to oblige. But I need to know, you’re positive. What we’ve been doing is wonderful and I enjoy it very much, but if that’s all you want, we can keep it that way. I know it was special to you to wait for marriage and if that’s not the case anymore great, but I need to know you’re sure of it.”

“I am sure, I promise. I’ve been wanting to for a while, but I wanted to be sure and now I am, do you want to?” You asked shyly.

“Very much,” he said with a laugh.

“Then um... we should... right?”

“You want to right now?”

You bit down on your lip for a few seconds and nodded. “Yeah... unless you want to wait.”

“I think we’ve waited long enough,” he replied.

He was quick to kiss you. He was quick to climb over you. He was quick to undress you. But he took his time pleasing you. Despite what you said, he wanted it to be at least a bit special. So, he took his time, making you finish at least twice with his tongue and fingers before even beginning to move on to the other part.

As he slipped a rubber on, he couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty. If you knew the only reason, he started all of this was some sort of challenge, would you have still let him do what he was about to do? Probably not. He had feelings for you then, of course. But it would be a lie to say he did the entire time. His eyes searched your face. You were so sweet, so delicate, so innocent. And he was about to take it away.

“You’re still sure?” He asked as he moved between your legs again. His question had a far deeper meaning than you would ever know.

“Yes,” you answered, your breath still heavy from your last orgasm. “I want you.”

He positioned himself so his tip was touching your entrance. “Alright, but if it’s too much tell me.”

“I will.”

He connected your lips and ever so slowly began to push himself inside you. Even though you were very wet, you were still very tight. Remus’s breath caught in his throat as he entered you. You felt better than any girl he’d ever been with, and he was sure of it. Despite just how good it felt, he paused halfway to make sure you were still all right. Your face was scrunched up, a telltale sign that you were in pain, but you told him to keep going. Still, he double-checked before continuing.

After checking once more when he was fully in, he truly began to shag you. From the moans and whispers that left your lips, he knew you enjoyed it. It made him glad; he didn’t want you to be in pain. You wrapped your legs around his waist and dragged one of your hands down his back, your nails reassuring him just how much you were enjoying it. He laced his hand through your other one and held it against the mattress, the cold feeling of your ring making his lips turn up into a smirk.

What good was it doing then?

“Rem,” you whimpered. “God Rem.”

He looked down at you and noticed you had tears in your eyes. “Do you... want me to slow down?”

“No, please don’t, please don’t,” you replied. “It’s so good.”

“Anything for you love,” he whispered, his breathing hard.

He rested his forehead on yours and continued as long as he could, which wasn’t as long as he would’ve wanted. How was he supposed to last long though? You were so warm, so soft, and extremely tight. The second you began pulsating around him, it was over. He came so hard he lost control of himself, his body collapsed on yours. For a few seconds he swore he couldn’t breathe, his eyes were squeezed shut. But he composed himself as best as he could and moved off you to throw the condom away.

When it was done, he laid back down next to you and pulled his sheets over your naked bodies. The realization hit him. You were no longer a virgin, and he was the reason. A sense of pride filled his chest, but along with that was a feeling of compassion. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close.

“How do you feel?” He asked.

“Aside from sore, nothing. It’s so strange, I always thought it would be a monumental moment in my life but it’s not. I’m still the same,” you answered.

He nodded. “I’m glad. So, you don’t feel any regret or anything?”

“No, do you?”

“Of course not, why would I ever regret shagging you?” He laughed.

You softly chuckled and looked up at him, your face red. “Sorry, that was stupid.”

“The sex or what I said?”

“What you said,” you replied. You turned your head and lifted your hands, a strange look on your face. “I suppose it’s time to take this off.”

“Oh, right,” he said, pretending to not care.

You pulled the ring off your finger and turned back to him, a smile on your face. “This belongs to you now, though I think I should take it home with me once summer comes. You know, so my parents don’t freak out.”

Remus took the ring from you, an indescribable feeling forming inside him. After everything, it was finally his. He’d imagined this moment many times, but never did he imagine just how victorious it would feel. The ring belonged to him now, his eyes shifted, and so did you. He placed it on his nightstand and smiled.

“I’m honored, thank you.”

You pressed yourself closer to him. “Out of every boy here Remus you’re the only one who deserves it, thank you.”

He placed a kiss on your head before falling back on the mattress, his eyes finding the ring once again.

He won.

~~~

The next day, despite still having agreed to keep things secret and unofficial, Remus did something that said the opposite of your relationship. He got ready for the day like normal, except for two aspects. One, he had to hold Sirius’s hair back as he threw up in the toilet from his hangover. And two, he wore a chain over his shirt and tie. It wasn’t just a chain though. No. It was a chain that had your ring dangling on it. He wore it like a prize, one for everyone to see.

He made his way down to the great hall for breakfast with a swing in his step and a small smile on his lips despite Sirius’s nagging to go back to bed. When he entered the great hall, he kept a straight face. Even when he caught your wide eyes, even when he heard Mary and Lily’s loud gasps, and even when James started to question him.

“You shagged y/n?” He questioned. “I didn’t even know the two of you were close. When did this happen?”

Remus only shrugged. “I dunno what you mean.”

It wasn’t until later in the day during History of Magic that he finally got a chance to speak to you. He felt a bit off as it was noticeable how uncomfortable you were sitting next to him. Lily and Mary gave him odd looks, almost as if they were disappointed in him. He didn’t care for their opinions though, yours was the only one that mattered.

“Hey,” he said after a minute or two. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine,” you replied, not turning your head in his direction.

“Are you still sore?” He asked, his voice quieter. He glanced around the room, a few pairs of eyes were on the two of you, but none that had any real value. Still, he found it strange they were looking.

“Yeah, but it’s nothing I can’t handle,” you answered.

He didn’t exactly know what to say. “Great.”

“Yeah.”

An awkward silence filled the air, Remus didn’t know what to make of it. You were acting differently. Were you regretting what happened? He didn’t think you did, at least, you hadn’t made any specific indicators that you did. Suddenly, his eyes fell to the chain around his neck and the realization hit him. You were uncomfortable because of the ring being on display. He felt terrible. Without another thought on it, he tucked the chain under his shirt, the cold temperature of it comforting in a way against his warm chest. Then, he looked back at you.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his words genuine.

You bit down on your lip, your eyes still locked on the front of the classroom. “I- I don’t know what you’d have to be sorry for.”

“The ring I... I should’ve asked first before wearing it like this. I’m an idiot. I’m sorry for springing it on you like I did, really y/n I’m sorry for making you feel uncomfortable,” he explained.

“It’s fine.” You shifted. “But now... not everyone knows. And I... I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do. You can tell me how you feel y/n, I would never tell anyone or judge you.” And it was true, he never would. He cared about you, more than he initially thought.

You finally turned your head to look at him. Your expression spoke for itself. You were hurt. It made something in his chest twist. “I suppose that I liked this being just... ours.”

“It still can be.”

“Can it? I mean, it feels like everyone knows now. Lily and Mary know, I assume James, Sirius, and Peter do as well. I hate the attention.” You fumbled with your fingers. “Did you... tell them anything?”

“No, nothing,” he answered. “Have you?”

“I just told Lily and Mary that nothing happened and that it was a coincidence. But... I don’t think they believe me,” you mumbled in a tone they couldn’t possibly have heard.

He licked his lips and sighed. “Then we’ll just both deny it, they can’t prove anything. I’ll keep the ring hidden and we don’t have to keep doing anything.”

Your face changed. “Oh. You don’t... you don’t want to anymore?”

“No, I do, but I thought you didn’t want to. Do you still want to?” There was hope in his voice. He assumed you wanted to be done, based on your body language at least. But the way you looked at him then spoke otherwise.

“I mean... yeah if that’s okay,” you said shyly, your cheeks turning red.

Ah, right again.

He couldn’t help the smile that formed on his lips. “So, we will, it’s settled.”

“It is.”

Victory was a good feeling. You were finally his. His to taint, his to please, his to use. He touched a hand to his chest and felt the ring through the fabric of his shirt. It felt good. Very good. And who knows, perhaps one day you'd be his girlfriend.

He looked down at you.

You probably would be his girlfriend.

He smiled again.

~~~

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[mrsriddlenott]

The Second Day Of SmutMas

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~ Christmas Movie Marathon ~

bf!JJ Maybank x fem!Reader

Summary: You, JJ, and the Pogues spend Christmas together in the chateau watching all your favorite holiday movies, until your mischievous boyfriend gets bored and wants to distract you as well.

- Lmk how y’all feel ab this one please, I’ve never written for OBX and I have yet to watch the 3rd season but I love JJ and Rafe so if this is good I may decide to write for them more after Christmas -

Warnings: 18+ Content!! Public Sexting, exhibitionism, bit of an innocence kink, mentions of past sexual encounters, alludes to smut, m!receiving handjob, kinda alludes to d/s dynamics, public m!orgasm.

Kie, Sarah, Pope, and you, all managed to slip away from your separate homes, after much difficulty and help from JJ and John B, to spend time with your found family on Christmas day. JJ had gotten a cheap Santa’s hat and spent the late morning beside the tiny Christmas tree passing around your gifts and ho ho hoing as you all laughed before flopping next to you on the couch with a wet kiss to your temple once he was done. The rest of the morning, and well into the afternoon, was filled with mini arguments over the best Christmas movies leading you all to decide you’d be watching every single one of each of your favorites to find out once and for all which was the best.

It was fun in theory, getting to cuddle up next to you and enjoy time with all your friends, and in the beginning it was rather entertaining, but JJ began to lose interest halfway through Elf two movies in and was finding it difficult to stay still and focused on the small screen infront of him. His arm that was draped over your shoulders to hug you into him slowly slipped off of you to pull his phone from his pocket, quickly typing something as you watched him confusedly before your phone was vibrating in your pocket.

Jay❤️: im bored Baby

You: How can you be bored watching Christmas Vacation?!

Jay❤️: its boring.

You gasp beside him, eyeing him with narrowed eyes before turning back to your phone with your eyebrows scrunched, vigorously typing on your phone as JJ watched you with a smile, deciding that trying to get you all riled up and bratty would be a much better way to spend his day.

You: Blasphemy.

You: This is a classic!!!!!

JJ chuckled down at his screen, thinking of what could get you more annoyed, before hurriedly typing and turning his phone away while you craned your neck to try and catch a glimpse at his message before it was sent.

Jay❤️: idk about that. its not like its one of the santa clause movies or something. besides your not even watching it your texting me….

You: You’re*

You: Christmas Vacation is older so more of a classic now stop distracting me☹️

JJ huffed out a sigh as he watched you swipe up the messages app, revealing your new home screen to be a picture of you both on the HMS a few days ago when you all went out to swim. More specifically, a picture of you in his favorite bikini, which flashed for only a second before you locked your phone, turning to him with a smile and chaste kiss to his lips that had his pants tightening quickly. What you hoped would satiate his attention-seeking instead made him needy for you as your taste always did, sometimes all it took for him to get riled up was the scent of your hair or a simple bat of your eyelashes and he was ready to shove you against the nearest flat surface.

He loved to ruffle your perfect feathers and get you riled up, whether it was you telling him off for distracting you from studying, or begging him to fuck you in ways you never could have imaged before him. You always tried to hide how much you loved his careless attitude, it was something he always adored about you, even when you were just friends wishing there was no such thing as “No Pogue On Pogue Macking”. But he never missed how your cheeks would go red when he fought someone at a party in the boneyard, snaking his hand in yours after and taking you to get a drink as though he didn’t have bruises growing on his hands and knuckles. And he definitely didn’t miss how you clenched your thighs every time you were caught making out in public or accidentally walked in on while occupying the bed at the chateau.

When he finally pulled himself out of his thoughts, JJ had to readjust his hips as you unknowingly leaned your head on his shoulder, he winced slightly and suppressed a moan when his hardening dick rubbed against the seam of his shorts. Your worried, confused eyes looked up to him from his shoulder and only worsened the ache in his lower abdomen as he tugged at the thin sheet blanket covering both your legs to bunch around his now fully erect dick.

Jay❤️: im so horny

Your eyes widened at your phone, your cheeks growing warm as they painted red, your thighs subconsciously rubbing together while feeling JJ’s eyes on you. It took you a second to think of a response, letting out a giggle that sent him soaring when you started to form the message. He rested his head on the back of the coach forcing himself not to groan while watching you type, not so patiently waiting to receive it on his end.

You: Watching a family get attacked by a squirrel from their Christmas tree makes you horny?

Jay❤️: what the fuck is even happening in this movie right now….

You: See the movie’s not boring you’re just not paying attention.

Jay❤️: how can you expect me to focus when your sitting next to me like that Gorgeous

Those wide eyes met his after scanning over the text in front of you a few times with furrowed brows, your cheeks bright red making him smirk down to you, tilting his head towards your phone and urging you to reply.

You: I didn’t do anything though?

Jay❤️:fuck Baby all you do is exist and im bricked

You accidentally let out a squeak of a whimper hidden by the sound of the TV that he heard only die to his proximity, he was throbbing in his shorts already as you started and stopped typing, deleting and restarting at least four times before he decided to double text with a groan.

Jay❤️: you want proof?

You narrowed your eyes as him slightly, thinking to yourself about what he could possibly have in mind to prove this to you before your curiosity ultimately took over and had you nodding your head to your very needy boyfriend. JJ quickly but discreetly grabbed your hand, shoving it under the thin material hiding his boner and twitching at the gasp you let slip upon making contact. He was harder than you ever felt before, his entirely rock hard dick just from the thought of you was sending uncommon bursts of confidence and adrenaline your way, already anticipating what he could have planned for you.

Jay❤️: keep that there and feel what you do to me.

Jay❤️: im imagining the way you spread your legs for me in the mornings when you get all needy for my tongue

Your face burned hot as you read his text, feeling the throb of his erect dick in your hand as it warmed your palm. You willed yourself to keep your hand still despite a desperate beed to please him, knowing one or all of your friends could turn around at any moment and see the movement. But to your surprise the idea of being caught in such an act was only aiding in the growth of your desire.

Jay❤️: and how you clench around me just before you cum

Jay❤️: that thing you do with your tongue when you suck me off that drives me fucking insane

Jay❤️: oh fuck and that fucked face you make when i first enter you

JJ twitched in your hand as he typed the last message and soon you were subconsciously rubbing him through his shorts. Slowly moving your cupped palm along his shaft in an accidentally antagonizing manner, forcing JJ to bite his lips to hide a moan, stuttering in his typing and causing an error he’d have to fix.

Jay❤️: im always craving the way you taste when i make you cum on my tongue

Jay❤️: and when i get to watch you taste my cum. dont you love it Sweetheart?

You swore your breathing stopped, you kept thinking all your friends could somehow read your texts and knew exactly what your hand was doing despite being entirely focused on the screen in front of them. You stretched the thumb of the hand holding your phone, trying to from your response, eyes darting up to the four in front of you every few seconds while your hand hidden beneath the sheet began picking up it’s pace at the spark of your imagination and rush of adrenaline. Your thoughts were running rampant, thinking of JJ taking you right on the coach or forcing your to your knees for teasing him, imagining the punishments he’d think of as soon as you were in private was egging you on as you thought out your teasing messages.

You: Of course I do Jay, you’re my favorite dessert🥰

You: Always taste so amazing when you make me choke around your cum

JJ’s throat went dry as he read your text over and over, his brain growing foggy and filling with the thought of you moaning and gagging around him, his hand in your hair, pushing you to take him entirely, shivering at the thought of your tongue tracing one of his prominent veins to the start of his balls just as it always did. JJ was much more distracted than he intended, his initial thought process being that you would get flustered and tug him away to have some Christmas fun, but when you batted your eyes up to him with a harder pull of his clothed dick, he realized your burst of confidence. His breath caught and he twitched in your hand upon noticing you were thoroughly enjoying the public aspect of his pleasure just as he was, he was desperately trying to hide it before, feeling like a perv, but knowing that his sweet, innocent little girl enjoyed it too changed everything.

You eyed the side of his face as he began forming another message, watching his pleasure when your fingertips found the outline of his tip and began swirling over him slowly with a featherlight touch that had him gritting his teeth and suppressing a moan before you were slipping your hand back down him slowly. The way he had to bite his lip to silence himself, closing his eyes to toss his head back with an almost silent groan had your already damp underwear growing wetter while you awaited what was sure to be an inappropriate text.

Jay❤️: dont you want me to fuck you right now Baby?

You: I’d rather watch you cum in your shorts right here before I even touch you properly.

Jay❤️: jesus. since when were you in charge Cupcake?

You: Since right now.

Jay❤️: i fucking love it

You giggled at your phone, turning to see JJ’s blown out eyes observing you, a lazy smile adorning his face as your hand sped up upon eye contact. His eye lids began to flutter, drooping almost closed as your hand worked from his base to his tip, stopping at the leaking head with a smile before beginning to rub him quickly with the pads of two of your fingers. He jolted forward slightly with a sigh of pleasure, grabbing at your wrist to make sure your hand stayed exactly where he wanted it.

Your hand barley moved as your fingers swirled over his tip, you could feel his precum beginning to soak through his boxers and onto his shorts leaving a sticky feeling on your working fingers. His grip on your arm tightened, nails digging into you as he approached his high, moving too much in his seat and drawing your friends attention. Just as the coil in his lower stomach snapped, he was painting the inside of his shorts and boxers white, panting and biting his lips to suppress sounds while imagining you cleaning him with your tongue.

As his eyes refocused, JJ took account of the quiet scene unfolding on the TV and the questioning, almost mocking eyes of his friends. He chuckled upon noticing you were suddenly shy again, avoiding making eye contact by turning to him with pleading eyes. Another thing he loved, how you acted so innocent for everyone but him.

“We’re gonna go….um….take a nap” JJ lies, standing quickly as though the obvious dark spot on his khaki shorts was invisible, grabbing your hand aggressively and tugging you behind him over the couch.

“Yeah okay, just don’t “nap” too loudly we still have movies to finish out here,” Pope shouted, laughing with your friends as your face burned, JJ quickly led you into the other room and towards the bed, slamming the door loudly and making it quite obvious what would be happening.

“Those two can’t keep their hands off of each other, they’re like rabbits I swear.” John B stated with a chuckle and a shake of his head as he and Sarah migrated to the coach to claim the seats you and JJ had just vacated.

“Oh shut up John B, you two are way worse.” Kie jokingly snapped between laughs as she, Pope and the loved birds refocused on the movie, turning up the volume expectantly as the laughs died down.

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[vmpiires]

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎

„𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘”

𝐂𝐖;; mature content. afab!reader, stoner!choso, non-curse/sorcerer AU, no uses of y/n. not proofread so i apologize in advance for any mistakes if they’re made.

𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓;; choso’s mind has been spiraling for a couple days now. the fact that you wrote your phone number down on his hand had him going. he wanted to call you. he wanted to text you. but he just couldn’t. in order to be sanitary, he’d write the number down again on a sticky note and scrubbed the ink off his skin. he didn’t have time for a lover…but he felt like making time for you.

₊❏❜ ⋮ part one ⌒

. ݁ ࣪ ، ⌗ masterlist

: ̗̀➛ art creds by;; currently unknown. dividers are not mine, if you own these, you may claim them in comments.

: ̗̀➛ WORD COUNT;; 2.33K

dark mode recommended

do not copy this plot. i’m perfectly fine with inspirations but give creds. if this plot his stolen in any way, the post will be taken down and you will be blocked.

𝐃𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ✉️🖇️;; idk how long this story will stretch but if ya like it,, i’ll make more parts to it. not too many though. i wanna get to geto too (as promised). hope ya enjoyyyy. reblog to support meeee and if you want more :D (also lmk if you wanna be tagged for possible upcoming parts if i decide to continue)

another note: i finally made a masterlist. that shit took me 5 HOURS to make because i was fixing and adding so much stuff. i just wanted it to be pretty. ya should go look at it :P and should i make a AO3??? i see so many writers with them and i was wondering if i should do that too..

final note: guys,, remember this is my personal twist on the mid 90’s era so some things from current time will be put into the story (such as the ability to text without emailing one another or using a pager, familiar current time songs that are added into the 90’s era of this story, certain tv shows/movies that came after the 90’s)

₊❏❜ ⋮ continue to part three ⌒

“choso, we should make the house look like a haunted house!” itadori suggests. october was the season of spooks and scares (as yuji put it) and choso wasn’t into festivities that much but if he had to do it to make his little brother happy, he would do it.

the boys make their way to the nearby department store, letting yuji pick out what decorations should be put up in the house. for a little boy, choso didn’t even even pick up how significantly scary the items were because yuji wasn’t shitting himself out of fear.

“uh…yuji, i know you said you wanted the place to look like a haunted house…are you sure you won’t freak yourself out and start crying?” choso said, stifling his laughter.

“i’m not gonna cry.” yuji crossed his arms. “and i’m not scared of some dumb clowns. they’re just decorations, anyway.”

yuji was more mature than he looked…in the aspect of fear. he was a small boy but things didn’t scare him easily. you could say he’s a risk taker outside his moments of vulnerability. choso knew that he’d might jump back behind him, tightly holding the hem his tan sweater if he saw kechizu. the male finally smiles at the pink haired boy and nods.

“you’re right. they’re fake.” choso says calmly.

as they approach the checkout area, yuji sees the food area. serving simple things like pizza, hotdogs and drinks. the stuff you’d find at a concession stand of a sports game.

“can we get a pizza?” yuji asked. choso paused. he didn’t intend on spending 13 dollars on food from a department store. he had other plans anyway.

“you sure you want that? i was gonna get you a happy meal before we went home.” the male yawned, threading his fingers through his hair. the sudden mention of a happy meal excites yuji like a child on christmas morning.

“never mind, i don’t want pizza.” itadori quickly switches. choso chuckled, knowing how easy it was to get yuji to think about his choices.

“aw, cute kid,” choso heard a voice behind him. the male whipped his head around, his brown hair following along with him, only to see you standing there with a smile.

“is this your little brother?”

choso flushed a red color when he instantly remembered your face, almost making him feel bad for not calling you or texting you since you dropped off your number to him. he was feeling slightly embarrassed.

“uh..yeah, that’s—this is yuji.” he stumbles a bit, trying not to make his embarrassment known. itadori already knows the deal, so he waves at you with a big toothy grin, making you smile and wave back at him.

“um..what’re you doing here?” choso queried, trying to spark a conversation first for once. the male was obviously nervous and you could see his cheeks reddening the more he looked at you. if you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought he would explode right in front of your eyes.

“shopping, like everyone else,” you teased. “but really, i just gotta pick some stuff up for my mom and then i’ll be on my way.”

your eyes travel over to the shopping cart that yuji was clinging onto, looking at the halloweeny decorations and you smile.

“you don’t seem like the type to be into holidays really,” you start, “did your brother convince you?”

choso also looked at the shopping cart full of stuff and blushed even harder. he was already flustered enough. it couldn’t get any worse than this.

“oh—no..he didn’t,” he chuckled nervously, “i actually really like halloween. the scary shit—stuff…you know, the movies? they’re cool.”

you giggled at choso’s nervous attempts to speak to you about the festivities that he almost never participated in and the quick fix with his mistake of swearing in front of yuji like he wasn’t there.

“oh, so you like horror movies? yeah, you strike me as that kind of guy.” you said. you couldn’t help but notice his medium length hair, just like you had seen the other night when he was working, flowing in the wind that came through as the store doors slowly slid themselves open as customers exited the building.

the male wore an oversized tan sweater with a pair of joggers and some sneakers. you could tell this was a lazy outfit. something you’d call a ‘no one will see me’ outfit.

his eyes were tired and he had a stoic expression, aside from his profuse blushing that began to die down when he finally got the chance to relax, having his hands shoved down into his pant pockets. his irises were so pretty. a pretty shade of purple. you never seen anyone’s eyes look like his before.

the silence prolonged for a moment. the two of you suddenly ran out of things to say. this was perfectly fine for choso. he would’ve lost his mind if he had to keep talking. it wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy talking to you. he was just too scared.

but it wasn’t long before that silence was disturbed.

“my big brother really likes you. he thinks you’re pre—” itadori starts before choso swiftly covers his mouth with his significantly larger hand, making you giggle once more.

“i’m sorry about that…yuji just likes to say random stuff when the silence is too loud for him.” choso said trying to cover up his embarrassment.

“it’s okay,” you smiled at him. your words seemed to ease his nerves a bit but it wasn’t enough to completely calm him down. you glance down at your phone when you feel it vibrate against your thigh.

it’s your mom texting you, asking if you’re on your way back.

“oh, sh—shoot,” you say, quickly fixing your mistake before you actually said it. “i gotta go. my mom just texted.”

choso is quickly snapped out of his embarrassment trance and his head swings over to look at you, his hair following along.

“you’re going?” he asked. through his dead and serious expression, you could see a hint of sadness. a very small change in his usual expression. you nod.

“yeah. but listen, you should call me. you don’t have my number just to stare at it.” you remarked before hurrying off, waving at him as you did.

once you were out of his sight, his eyes quickly struck down to yuji. he looked like he wanted to scold the poor boy for publicly embarrassing him in front of you but he decided against it and his expression softened.

“let’s just get home…” the male sighed.

choso was happy it’s his day off. he got to stay home with his little brother to help decorate their home with terrifying decorations for halloween. choso couldn’t help but smile at yuji’s futile attempts to scare him with the masks from the store.

“come on, you aren’t even a little scared?” yuji removed the mask from his face and shook his head to fix his hair, which was flattened and sticking to his forehead.

“not even in the slightest.” choso chuckled before ruffling itadori’s hair lightly. “what about your friends? you try to scare them yet?”

“megumi is almost never impressed. he’s kinda lame….and out of the question.” yuji hummed. “but i can get nobara. she’s always screaming.”

“well, you can do that tomorrow,” choso yawned, “you gotta get ready for bed soon. you got school in the morning and i don’t want you to be tired and falling asleep in class.”

yuji frowned before he’d hug choso. it took a moment for choso to process the moment, given that he wasn’t too used to being hugged. choso finally hugged the boy back before smiling softly.

“i’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

yuji nodded and smiled back at his older brother before making his way to his room.

when yuji had finally gone to sleep, the house was quiet, leaving choso staring at the ceiling with his hair in disarray and an unlit cigarette between his lips all while he laid on the bed, doing maladaptive night dreaming.

‘workin out’ by JID played softly from the small radio that sat on the windowsill. his eyes slowly traveled over to the shoe box that stood out from all the other boxes in his closet. there was a bright yellow sticky note at the top with what seemed to have your phone number on it along with your name.

the male sat up on the bed and walked over to the box, snatching the sticky note from the box then walking over to his laptop that sat on the umber colored desk.

choso opened the laptop and navigated to the facetime app and decided to punch in your number. he could feel his stomach turning as the low adverb jingling sound repeated itself.

while he waited for you to answer, he’d take one of the rubber bands off of his wrist and tie his hair back, leaving his bangs to hang down in his face. he even took the time to fix the violet eyeshadow that he always had around his eyes, staining his fingers each time he touched around his eyelids. and finally, he’d press down on the bandage over his nose to make sure it was still sticking.

you suddenly pick up, finally answering choso’s call. your room was a bit dark like his, except you had your tv going on in the background. it was loud enough for choso to be able to hear.

unlike choso, you were sitting on your bed with your laptop. you had your hair tied up in twin messy buns with a little bit of your hair hanging down in your face. you wore a black spaghetti strap tank top, revealing the tattoo on your shoulder, and a pair of grey joggers with mismatch socks.

“i honestly did not hear this thing going off,” you giggled as you pushed the hair out of your face. you had been downstairs grabbing yourself a drink while choso was calling. “i’m sorry i didn’t answer right away, though.”

“oh..no, it’s fine. you aren’t busy are you?”

“no, not really. i was thinking about finishing this show i was watching. have you heard of american horror story?”

“yeah, i heard of it. i just never got around to watching it. i’d rather watch movies than an ongoing series.” choso explained simply before he’d light his cigarette. you nod, completely understanding his side.

“shit, well, what movies do you recommend? horror movies, since we’re in spooky season.” you flash a cheeky smile at him. choso’s heart skips a beat when you finally ask him what he’s interested in. he pauses and begins thinking, taking drags from his cigarette.

“there’s one movie, i can’t tell you all of em off the top of my head,” he begins, “watch midsommar. it’s kinda disturbing but you might like it.”

“is it gory horror or..?” you ask before taking a sip of your drink as you began to type in the movie name into the search bar in another tab, scrolling through websites to catch any good details about said movie.

“you’ll have to see for yourself,” choso places two of his digits around the cigarette, gently adjusting it between his lips before it could slip out. you realize the longer you talked to him, the more comfortable he seemed to be but you could still see that he was nervous.

“maybe we can see about it together,” you suggest to the male. “whenever you’re free, of course.” you add quickly. all of a sudden, choso is blushing just as he did at the store earlier that day. you thought it was kinda adorable how he could look so disinterested to suddenly flustered and scared so quickly.

“i—well..” choso stammered, “yeah, sure…uh, we can watch tomorrow night when i put my little brother to bed. i don’t want him interrupting anything.”

you giggled, “aw, he’s so cute, though. but i get it. little kids can get in the way of a lot of stuff.”

the two of you conversed for what felt like hours. your voice was soothing to choso. each time you began to speak, he just imagined you calling his name…just once.

your call with choso ended around three in the morning, and your cheeks were pink, smiling to yourself as you remembered the random conversations that you two had not too long ago.

you hadn’t felt like this about a guy in a long time. while men were usually throwing themselves at you, choso was clearly the odd one out. he was a bit shy but assertive and smart.

choso’s voice was deep as it came from the depths of the ocean but his words flowed smoothly like butter when he wasn’t tripping and fumbling with his words trying to hide his embarrassment.

his style, his personality, the way he looked. in your eyes he was perfect but there were a million things stopping you from telling him you loved him.

what if he has a girlfriend already? what if he isn’t ready for a relationship? what if he doesn’t want one? he probably just wants to be friends.

aside from all those thoughts clogging your brain, you were aware that you’d be moving to fast by throwing that L word around loosely when you just met him a couple days ago.

“damn it.” choso sighed to himself.

‘you’re falling for her…but you don’t have time for her. what’re you doing?’ choso was beating himself up about the whole entire situation. another cigarette is taken out of the pack and lightened as he tried to calm his anxiety and spiraling thoughts.

he was going crazy. he didn’t know what he would do. he wanted you out of his head. he was starting to feel stupid for letting you swoon him as easily as you did at the bar.

part of him wished he never met you…

but he needed more of you.

𝐄𝐍𝐃.

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[swee7dream]

slowly but surely zhong chenle x f!reader | 2.3k words

summary: it's the end of the year but you are finding it very difficult to be in celebratory mood.

genre: angst & fluff :3

warnings: internalized anti-agere kinda ?? not rly lolz super quick mention of a panic attack but not in depth. lmk if i missed any !!!

dni: if you sexualize age regression and/or have an 18+ blog.

You’re going to quit your job.

You are, you’re making a promise to yourself about it and you have already decided to honor the promises you make to yourself this coming year. You are going to quit your job and nothing is going to stand in your way this time.

Only your boss would talk about an end-of-year party as a ‘compulsory team meeting’. You were supposed to have a nice simple evening with Chenle at home, making dinner together and then watching the fireworks until one of you falls asleep. A nice simple evening that did not have you hyperventilating in the bathroom out of fear you would be let go.

The plan was to stop by the store as soon as you finished your shift to ensure you got the freshest ingredients for the pesto pasta recipe you found on Pinterest and get more than the advised portions because you know for a fact half of it will end up on your kitchen floor when the play-fighting gets out of hand.

It was meant to be a night of relaxing and reflecting and not any of what you are feeling right now: stressed, angry, and murderous.

You take a sniff of your clothes as you walk from the bus stop back home, wondering if you can still wear this jacket out tomorrow or if you’ll smell like you bathed in alcohol fully dressed. Moisture seeps through your boot and into your sock from a puddle you didn’t notice on the sidewalk a couple of minutes back and you feel your entire body rejecting the sensation.

You mumble to yourself while doing quick work of inputting the PIN code to your front door lock, squeezing your eyes tight in an attempt to bring moisture back to your dried-out eyes.

‘Bath, color, cuddle, sleep. Bath, color, cuddle, sleep. Bath, color, cuddle, sleep!’

The plan for the night repeats like a broken record in your mind, mentally pushing yourself to go on just a little longer. You let out a sigh of relief when the lock finally sings its tune of entrance after three failed attempts.

“There’s my girl. I thought someone was trying to break in or something.”

The mental image of you talking with your dolls and stuffed animals shatters like a priceless vase, the shards amounting to the grains of sand in the sea.

“Hi.” You drop your bag on the floor the second you have a foot inside. You were so excited about tonight, how could you forget so quickly? Your boyfriend is so excited to see you and all you can think about is how you want everyone to die, that’s rich.

“Hey.” Chenle’s smile drops at your lack of enthusiasm. “You okay?”

“Okay… Just tired. ‘m gonna take a bath, ‘kay?” Your lips barely part as you speak and your feet don’t lift an inch from the floor, shuffling down the hallway instead. Tongue trapped between your teeth, you stop yourself from saying something you’ll regret on the way to the bathroom.

—

Your own gasp wakes you and you find that you’ve fallen asleep in the tub. How long have you been asleep? The water’s not exactly warm anymore and you see your fingertips have pruned up like raisins. You poke at them while leaning over the edge before sighing. Chenle’s out there waiting for you, you remind yourself, you can’t just stay pruned up like this forever.

Only for a little bit longer. You hug your knees to your chest and rest your cheek on one of them as you watch all the water from your bath swirl down the drain like a whirlpool. You can’t help but blow your lips together, mimicking the sounds you think pirates caught in a whirlpool would make.

A knock at the door.

“Everything alright in there?”

“Uh, yeah. Sorry. I’m getting dressed now. I’ll be right there.” The sound of your voice surprises you, feeling it’s much deeper than it should be for some reason.

The heat coming up from the vents is still too cold for you and although you know you should keep moving to feel warm, you find it much more comfortable to just stand in place on the rug.

Water drips off you and onto the rug and the towel wrapped tight around you where you shiver. Your hair is wet and heavy and if looks could kill, the shirt you planned to change into would be on fire at the moment. The feeling of heavy, damp hair wetting your new shirt makes you roll your eyes a bit, but the knowledge of your boyfriend on the other side of the door pushes you to endure it.

You’re in your own home but you sure don’t act like it, shuffling shyly out of the bathroom with uncertain steps.

“Le?”

“Oh.” He looks up from the shelf he was carefully inspecting before. “Hey baby. Good bath?”

“…yeah. What are you holding?”

“This?” He lifts his hand. “It’s one of your crayons. I found it lying on the floor and was just looking where to put it back.”

“It’s not mine,” You state firmly with a swift snatch. “It’s my nephew’s. He came over recently.”

“…your nephew colors with glitter crayons?” Chenle tries not to eye the grip you have that crayon in.

“Yeah. He does. Is that a problem?” You tuck the crayon into the pocket of your pajama pants quickly and make your way over to the kitchen.

“It’s not a problem, I just didn’t know he moved on so fast from his ‘arts and crafts is boring’ stage.”

“He’s coming around to it.” You move around the kitchen quickly, filling and turning on the kettle.

“Good for him.” Chenle stands slowly, when did his back start hurting like this? Is he getting old? Well, he is already balding. But that’s because of the hair dye, right? It’ll grow back. Probably.

“Yeah.” You toss a tea bag into a mug. “That’s just how kids are. Thank you for finding it.”

“Mhm.”

He takes notice of how you haven’t made eye contact with him since you snatched the crayon from him, how you still don’t. You try cracking your knuckles and wrists again and again, ignoring the fact that you already did before and nothing will pop for the next while or so.

You’re lying.

Why are you lying?

“Well, now I’m jealous.” Chenle leans on the counter with his forearms, teasing smile gently nudging you to at least look his way. “How come that little kid gets to color with my girlfriend when even I haven’t done that before?”

You don’t reply but his eyes follow how you swallow an invisible lump in your throat.

“It’s not like we have the ingredients to cook dinner tonight anyway, why don’t we just spend our home date tonight just coloring? You have more crayons, right?”

“No,” You reply immediately, turning away to get the kettle when it dings. “He just left this one. Why would I have any crayons? Do you think I’m a five-year-old?”

“I never said that.” He stands up, a frown of confusion painting his face.

“Right. Well, I don’t have any of those. And I don’t want to do a coloring date. I’m dating an adult, I would like to feel like I am.”

“Adults can color.”

“No they can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because they can’t.”

The kitchen is quiet, the single noise of the spoon mixing the tea and honey in your mug. With each second of silence, the control you have on your breathing weakens.

You do want to color. You want to doodle and draw and give Chenle all your stickman drawings. You want him to show you his pictures and you want to hear him praise the color you chose for the sun’s sunglasses. You want him to color with you and play with you until you’re all tired out. When you’re asleep you want him to cradle you and cuddle you, kiss you on the forehead, and hum you lullabies in an undertone.

But it’s also so unreasonable to demand that.

He has a life just as stressful if not more than yours, to throw all your burdens on him to bear, even if just for a few hours, is wrong. You would feel too guilty. Chenle’s dating an adult, not babysitting a child. Dating you should be an option, not a burden.

“They can’t?”

“They can’t.” You shake your head, voice breaking.

Chenle takes you into arms before you fully break, leaving all your tears to stain his t-shirt. His fingers dig into your hair and your whole body shivers when you feel his nails gently scratch against your scalp.

“I’m going to be honest with you, Princess, I don’t really know what happened today. Or if it’s something you’ve been dealing with for a long time… Either way, I’m sorry. If I’m the reason you’re crying right now, I’m sorry. And I’m also sorry for not knowing what I’ve done wrong. I’m kind of slow on the uptake at times. If I’m not the reason you’re crying, I’m sorry you went through that, or, are going through that. I don’t really know…

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. You looked like you were about to drop dead as soon as you walked in tonight so I wouldn’t blame you. I probably should have left earlier but I couldn’t help it. It’s the last day of the year and I really wanted to spend it with you. I’m kind of clingy like that, I guess. I was on my way here and… I was thinking how I would be ending this year and starting this next year with you and- and I wanted this to be how every year will be. Forever. Or, until you don’t it want to. Because I don’t feel like I will ever not want to be with you. I’m like… obsessed with you. But not to a point where I won’t leave if you tell me to leave. I definitely will leave if you ask me to leave. Do you want me to go? I can go. You look tired and I’m keeping you up-”

“No.” You interrupt, speaking into his chest. “Stay.”

“Okay. Yeah, I’ll stay.”

“But… I think I am gonna nap.”

“Yeah… Yeah, you should. I’ll just stay out here.”

“You’re an idiot.” You blurt. “A big dumb idiot. You’re dumb.”

“…yeah.”

“Want you to nap with me. Cuddle. Carry me.”

“Carry you…?” Chenle looks down at you, feeling whiplash at how quickly your moods change. He doesn’t question it though, melting at the sight of your big watery eyes. “Yeah, okay. Your wish is my command.”

You smile as you feel his arms wrap around you, his cologne entering your nose and giving you an incomparable high. His steps are slow and uncertain, careful to not hit your head on any doorframes. He begins lowering you onto the bed but your arms don’t loosen around his neck.

“Sorry too.” You whisper.

“For what?”

“Callin’ you dumb. You’re not dumb.”

“Thank you.” Chenle smiles, his eyes disappearing into thin little moons. “But, I am actually a little dumb.”

“No.” You frown as if the person offended was you. “Not dumb.”

“No?”

“No.” You insist. “’m the dummy.”

“What? No, Princess.” He sits on the side of the bed when his neck begins to hurt from the angle. “How could you think that?”

“’Cause,” Your eyes drop to his shirt, suddenly extremely interested in the wrinkles of his shirt. “Dunno. Thought you wouldn’t like me.”

“Wouldn’t like you? Baby, why would I not like you?”

“’Cause ‘m a dummy!” You whisper-yell at him as if he wasn’t listening. “Was bein’ mean earlier and takin’ stuff and… just wasn’t bein’ nice. And then I thought that you wouldn’t like me if I… I dunno.”

“If what?”

“If there was like… a side o’ me you didn’t really like. ‘n’ I scared you away… Don’t wanna be a bother, y’know?”

“You’re not a bother, Baby.” Chenle presses a kiss to your temple. “You’re my responsibility. I choose to do all these things. You’re never a bother. Never ever. Even if you get sick or get kicked out of your house or… I don’t know. No matter what, I choose to stay with you.”

“What if you choose to stop staying with me?”

“Did you kill someone?”

“No?”

“Then I think we can work through it.”

You giggle and lean back into him. He says such silly things with such confidence that he almost makes you believe it. Maybe one day you will.

“Oh shoot, your tea. I’ll be right back.”

The bed creaks under you as he gets up, the fireworks of overly-zealous celebrators with seemingly broken clocks lighting up his side profile pinks and purples through the window.

You stare at him and feel a warmth grow deep in your heart, an uncontrollable smile painted on your face. Chenle looks back at you with a confused smile, but you can see the same love in your heart in his eyes.

Yeah.

You also think that this is right. You don’t know if it’s for forever yet, but you sure hope it will be. That this year and the next and all the years until you’re both stars in the sky you two will be together. The fireworks will light up your faces when you’re both wrinkly and gray, wearing the same dorky grins you wear tonight.

You’re afraid, but you can feel that soon you’ll introduce a new side of yourself to Chenle. As he gets in the bed with you, looking out the window of your bedroom with his arm around your waist, the anxiety is the tiniest bit smaller than it was this morning. Slowly but surely, you know in your heart the day when you can show your heart bare to him will come and you’re not afraid

Maybe you’re afraid now but you know it’s only a matter of time before you free fall into his arms without a second thought. It's inevitable, you smile to yourself.

a/n: STRESSING to post this before the new year lolz. also, i hope y'all know that reader was toned down SO much over the drafts. when i get overstimulated i start wanting ppl to die and it's never that serious...... i rly had to get rid of that quality when writing for reader LOLOLOL OK ENJOY REBLOG GIVE KUDOS ALL THAT STUFF THAT TUMBLR LIKES LOVE U ALL HOPE U HAVE THE BESTEST 2024

[ilwonuu]

good for me. part one | two | three

jeon wonwoo

꧔ pairing- friend!wonwoo x reader

꧔ summary- you going on a trip with your friends is something you’re beyond excited for. you can help but think of your friend in ways you shouldn’t. he’s so shy with you. you just want to ruin him. well not before he ruins you first.

꧔ warnings- friends to lovers, wonwoo is in love with reader, reader is in LOVE with wonwoo, fluffy, they are in so much love( OKAY FUCK ALREADY), sweetheart!wonwoo, little bit of crack, lmk what else

꧔ a/n- random story i came up with…others parts coming soon!! HAPPY 400 THANK YOU FOR ALL THE REQUESTS<3

a road trip to california with your closest friends. seokmin, wonwoo, and mingyu. you are beyond excited to spend time with them. you four are always together.

you love them more than anything. . waiting for mingyu to pick you up. your mind naturally fading to the pretty boy who never leaves your mind. you’re imagining how his glasses is sitting against his face. you remembering his deep voice in your ear.

“it’s good to see you.” he says giving you a quick hug. “you too wonwoo.” you smile at his touch. breathing in his scent being so close. thinking about last night’s events at mingyu’s. seeing him against the couch. laughing at something seokmin said before shifting his gaze to you. his mind thinking how beautiful you look.

he just wants to fuck you- and mingyu’s here to pick you up. pulling you out of your day dreaming. sighing quietly as you grab your bags walking to the car. you smiling at the fact you are gonna be sitting next to wonwoo for the drive. spotting seokmin in the front as you walk out to the car. getting in the car.

“our final person. we’re officially ready to go!” mingyu announces. smiling at you getting in the car. “woohoo! im so excited for the beach. let’s go!!” seokmin shouts behind mingyu’s words.

you just laugh at the two boys in the front. looking over to the boy beside you. “i’m happy your my backseat buddy.” wonwoo says smiling at you. you laugh slightly at his cheesy words. “me aswell.”

you smile back at him. mingyu and seokmin obviously noticing the exchange. not mentioning it giving eachother an amused glance.

you and wonwoo chatting and laughing over simple things during the car ride. the music low as mingyu is focused on driving and seokmin decided to nap a little bit. he is such a sweet talker.

you find yourself smiling so much more than usual. well you’re not gonna pretend he doesn’t make you feel things-. you are enjoying his company. his eyes shifting down your body as he listens to you talk.

smiling to himself thinking how pretty you are. whew this is gonna be a long trip. upon arrival to your airbnb you two we’re informed you’re going be sharing a room. it had two beds its fine. you were way more excited then you should be. he feels the same way.

not giving himself away. “you can pick which bed you want first.” he just gives you a small smile. you appreciate his kindness at letting you choose first. you pick you bed moving your stuff to the bed area. setting in changing into something more comfortable.

wonwoo exploring the kitchen of the house grabbing a drink. seokmin joining him in the kitchen momentarily. “it’s nice in here huh?” he says to wonwoo. his only response being a nod. “you okay?” seokmin asks suddenly. wonwoo just nodding slowly.

“why do i seem not okay?” seokmin shakes his head. “you and y/n are just acting..weird. like is everything alright?” wonwoo is shocked at the boldness of the situation. “don’t say- anything i just like her-“

he says quietly. loud enough for the third boy entering the room to hear. “what the- fuck did i walk into.” mingyu says chuckling slightly. “guys can you please just- shut the hell up!” wonwoo says rolling his eyes.

you finally join your friends in the kitchen. in your shorts and your bathing suit. all of the boys shifting at your sudden appearance. “what are you guys yelling about?” you laugh.

wonwoo looks at you. taking in your new appearance. “n-nothing it was stupid.” wonwoo hates that he stuttered. he wants to just pull down your shorts and eat- “so how about the beach?”

mingyu breaks the silence. you nodding quickly. “please i want to go so bad.” you’re begging for something so innocent yet wonwoo is just full of filthy thoughts. seokmin agreeing with the two of you.

“wonwoo?” your voice calling his name has his dick hard. he shook that feel away nodding. “sounds great!” he thinks he fooled you well enough. you smiling turning back to look at mingyu.

“okay then the car we go- go!” mingyu said groaning as he grabs some of the snacks you guys brought. wonwoo can’t help but think is he pervy? he feels slightly shitty. trying his best to not thirst over you. he grabs a sucker he had stored in his pocket.

opening it sucking on it as you follow him to the car. you watch as his tongue wraps around the hard candy. your thighs squeezing together as you watch him climb in the back seat of the car. you following behind shortly.

your eyes not leaving his mouth. you want him so bad. he is isn’t looking at you as you two wait for seokmin and mingyu. he looks at you suddenly. see you already looking at him. his dick constantly wanting you. “wonwoo do you have another one?” you pretend to ask looking closer at him. “sorry no i don’t-“

mingyu and seokmin arrive at the car suddenly cutting wonwoo off. “lets fucking go!” seokmin yells getting in the driver seat. “okay there better be hot people there im horny ngl..” mingyu laughs. wonwoo shaking his head. “did not need to know that” he laughs as he sees you laughing.

[myouicieloz]

Nightmares

Huh Yunjin x reader

Synopsis: your friend had told you to talk to someone whenever you had a nightmare, to keep it from coming true. But what happens when it’s the middle of the night and there’s only one specific person to listen to your thoughts?

Warnings: …nightmare description i guess? Nothing too deep though (at least I don’t think so). slight hint of smut maybe…?

Word count: 1.9k

Notes: this is not the first time I publish something, but it is the first time I’ve written something K-pop related, as I’m kind of new into this world and there are still many things I don’t quite know about (I’m working on it tho!). So please be kind and lmk if there are any mistakes or things you’d like me to alter or improve on. (also i didn’t check for any mistakes bc if i reread it I’ll just delete all of it so…)

Water.

It was the only thing you truly felt, lingering all over your skin as the molecules invaded your body without permission. They occupied every single inch of yourself, assaulting your nostrils until it got to your lungs and all you could feel was a sickening burn, slowing crippling through your organs, depriving you of any kind of relief. You tried breathing, but all you got was more water instead. Desperate, your hands found a cold, harsh wall that kept you from the outside world, and no matter how hard you tried pushing and beating onto it, it simply didn’t falter. It was only then you realized: you were trapped inside a frozen lake, without air or any shot of escaping. The glacial waters welcomed your soul as you closed your eyes, finally accepting the lost battle. With one last thought, you sighed, allowing the rest of the waters to finally rest in your lungs, so you could be in peace.

Suddenly, you woke up. The upper-half of your body rose from your bed as you took deep breaths, appreciating the simple act of inhaling and exhaling. It was a gift, you’ve come to the conclusion: sometimes we forget how lucky we are to be able to do the simplest things, such as breathing. Such as living.

Running your hands through your hair and your face, you noticed how drenched in sweat your body was —your pajamas were wet from it. However, you were too busy trying to calm yourself down to do anything about it. Your mind didn’t seem to know it was all a nightmare. Sure, it felt so real… but it wasn’t, so logically there was no reason for you to be so shaken, trembling hands, rapid heart-beating and all. A few minutes went by, and you were still in the same position, not getting any better, so you’ve decided to get some fresh water to cool your thoughts.

You sighed in defeat when you noticed you weren’t going back to sleep so soon, picking up your phone and pushing your covers aside. Careful as to not wake up your roommate, Kazuha, you’ve made your way through the dorm, jumping at the slightest noise.

Now, sitting on the kitchen isle with a glass of water in your hands, you suddenly remembered something your friend, Yeji, had told you long ago. With that in mind, you glanced at the fridge’s clock before sending her a message. 3:28 AM.

Yeji unnie <3

heyy

you up?

Ive j had a rlly awful dream

You sighed when the messages weren’t even delivered, even though it was to be expected; the girls were busy promoting their new song and probably had a busy schedule tomorrow. It was only natural for Yeji to be sleeping, as you should be too. You and the girls have performed on the first shows of the tour, and your schedule is also as busy as ever. However, here you were, sitting at the kitchen counter, hands still trembling and mind replaying the previous nightmare in your head.

“Hey. Is everything ok?” A voice coming from behind startled you, making you jump in your seat and almost fall to your side. Luckily, a pair of hands steadied you, lingering seconds longer to make sure you weren’t going to slip.

You knew who it was without even looking back; her touches were too unique, made you too hot to go unnoticed. Indeed, Yunjin presented herself to you, making her way into the kitchen as she stared in your eyes with worry etched in her face. You cleared your throat, adjusting your posture so you wouldn’t look as fragile as you felt in front of her, at least. You hated looking fragile in front of anyone, let alone… her.

Likewise, you and Yunjin were close, as you were with the rest of the girls. But with her, it was just the way she portrayed herself that got you completely enamored. You’ve lost count of the times the girls teased you for losing focus at rehearsals because of her dancing. The way she was constantly trying to be the kindest version of herself, her passion for music, her care for others... it was hard not to be completely captured by her, truly. Which is why you were always awkward around her, specially when it was just the two of you, alone.

Like now.

“Ahn, no, unnie.” You said automatically, making her raise her eyebrows at you. Clearing your throat, you corrected yourself. “Yes, I meant yes. Everything’s ok. Sorry.”

Obviously, she wasn’t convinced. You drank from your water, trying to calm yourself down, but stopped when her soft hands kept you from drinking all of it in one go.

“Calm down, Y/n. You’ll end up drowning this way.” Her words were meant to be playful, but they reminded you of your nightmare, and suddenly the kitchen felt cramped, and you were there again, with the water making pressure to invade your lungs and the ice barrier and-

“Hey, look at me.” Yunjin’s voice was soft as she got closer, reaching for your arms and placing them close to her. “All is good; just breathe with me. That’s it, inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale…” You focused on her face, ever so delicate, and her breathing rhythm, following her commands. After a few minutes, your breathing had evened and you were feeling much calmer. “That’s a good girl.” She praised, making you face the ground in embarrassment, taking your hands off her as you muttered. “Thanks, unnie.”

The words got to you, much to your dismay, and you could feel your face growing hot by it. Yunjin noticed it too, chuckling slightly.

“Cute.”

You faced your hands, embarrassed by your turmoil, and the two of you stood in an awkward silence until the sighed, taking the seat beside you.

“So… does this have something to do with Yeji?” She asked, cutting the apple you didn’t see her getting for herself, a cautious tone leaving her lips.

You frowned at the question. Why would yunjin think about Yeji? Seeing your confusion, she tapped on your phone over the balcony, still unlocked at the conversation with your friend. “Sorry for lurking. It’s just… you seemed really frightened, and I couldn’t help but look.”

Your bandmate was embarrassed to be caught, too, and you couldn’t help but giggle. Still, you reached for your phone to lock it; you couldn’t have Yunjin reading the messages you had sent Yeji about her. “It’s okay, unnie. I know you didn’t mean any harm.”

She hummed in response, still eyeing you attentively.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She seems to ponder her words better, as she adds, “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. It’s just that you’ve seemed really shaken. You still do, actually.”

Your hands flicker the empty glass nervously, unsure of what to do. You didn’t want Yunjin to think of you as something fragile or weak. Being only a few months older than Kazuha, you always tried your best to not be labeled as a maknae to any of the older girls, always trying to take care of them too, as you knew they needed it. But she was looking at you with such caring eyes, and the whole thing had just felt so real. You sighed in defeat, not quite looking at her face.

“It’s stupid, really. Just a stupid nightmare.” You toyed with your phone, doing anything to not stare at the older girl beside you. “About Yeji-unnie... she’d told me once we have to tell someone about your nightmares, to prevent them from coming true. That’s why I messaged her, but she’s sleeping, for sure.”

Now that the words left your mouth, you felt even sillier. And stupid.

“Well, want to tell me what the nightmare was about?” She asked just as quietly, a faint smile adorning her face. “We can’t have it come true, right?”

She wouldn’t judge you. Never judge you.

Your eyes finally met hers, and you got to look into the beauty that was her almond orbs. You took a deep breath, getting ready to live those moments again. Yunjin listened attentively as you talked, leaning on her hand to have her full attention on you. When you finished, you felt surprisingly lighter, no longer trembling or wanting to cry.

“It’s not stupid.” She said, after you were done talking. Her nose was adorably scrunched, and it made you want to kiss it. Yunjin touched your arms, offering you some comfort. “It sounded really traumatic, actually. I’m glad it was just a nightmare.”

You nodded, secretly relieved yourself, too.

A small breeze went through the room, making you shiver a little, even though you tried your best to suppress it. Yunjin noticed your reaction, and her gaze dropped to your pajamas. You cursed yourself for choosing such a small pair for the night. The fabric was still a little damp, and it partially clung to your chest. You weren’t even wearing any panties, because you’d never bothered to sleep with them on anyway, but you were suddenly hyper aware of it. As she scanned you whole and her eyes darkened, you couldn’t help but wonder if she’d ever thought about it too. Of you.

You’ve certainly had thought about her. An embarrassingly amount of times.

“You’ll catch a cold this way, Y/n. It’s cold outside.” Her voice made you feel as as if your body was filled with tiny needles, along with the familiar butterflies in your stomach.

“It bothers me to sleep with too many clothes, unnie. You know it.” You said, not intending to suggest anything, but biting your lips when the words came out of your mouth. It was another habit the girls always teased you for: you’ve often said things with double sense without thinking. Yunjin merely arched her eyebrows, smirking like she knew something.

“I know.”

You got up, forcing yourself to smile at her despite the awkwardness.

“I, ahn, I should go to bed now, we need to sleep. You should too, unnie, we have a busy day tomorrow and I’d hate to see you tired.” Your words brought her attention back, and she returned your smile with her beautiful one, getting up herself.

“Sure, sure, you’re right. Sleep well, Y/n. I hope you have good dreams, this time.” She looked like she wanted to step in and say something else, but decided otherwise.

“I will, unnie.” You’d surely remember how she had comforted you, and there simply wasn’t a possibility to have any nightmares after that.

You two walked the short hallway side by side, and since your room was first, you stepped by the door to bid her goodnight again. She was too close, and it made you weary of how you could see her so clearly, and even kiss you if you wanted to. If only you had the courage. “Thanks again, by the way. For listening and... well, for helping me calm down.”

“It’s nothing, Y/n. Remember I’m just down the hall if you need me, okay?” She was the one who broke the invisible barrier between you, shuffling your hair. She was close, too close as she whispered to you. “Sweet dreams.”

And as she left, you hoped she couldn’t hear how loud your heart was beating.

You got back to bed, but no matter how much you tossed and turned, you couldn’t stop replaying the events of earlier in your had. It was so natural, how her presence made everything lighter. Your head was so cluttered with your thoughts you barely registered the weight on your mattress, only realizing you had an extra visitor when she whispered.

“...Y/n?”

[localkiss]

i just saw a reply to my anonymous message sorry 😭 and thanks for the answer!

i think a very dynamic story would come out where leon’s romantic feelings for us bordered on parental ones. and yes, this is forbidden love and dark notes won’t hurt, i guess

okayy I have some written down, lmk if I'm picking up what you're putting down, anon! :D

You swear up and down that nobody will ever love you like he does. Care for you like he does. Pamper you. Put up with you like Leon does.

Or maybe it's the way that he loves you. It's weird. Constantly wants to be called daddy, sometimes even dad. Needs to be showered with authority and respect on the daily. Cook his meals for him and make sure the house is relatively cleaned up. Simple things he wants from you.

Shit, maybe it's because he's known you ever since you were a teenager. Saved you from dying when he was just a rookie Agent, on Operation Javier. Said, "I've got you. I'm not going to hurt you. Okay?" Had to hide you from the government. Not because you were injected with a virus, but because you were just a regular civilian.

He felt bad for you, reminded him of RC and Sherry. This time, he can save somebody properly. Albeit, he might have to hide you for a bit and get you a new identity. You, on the other hand, fell in love with him at first sight. Didn't even care about what was going on, except for if he was hurt or not.

After awhile, Leon decided to shape you up. Make you somebody who he can look forward to coming home to. Had to teach you how to cook what he likes, wash his clothes the way he likes, and greet him the way he wants to be greeted. Thought to himself, "If I can't have a normal life and a family of my own anytime soon, I'll just teach them to call me daddy."

Or at least that's what it was at first.

Now, he's kissing you, groping you and burying himself deep inside of you. Says it helps him ground himself with the now and helps get rid of any stress from work. Since he's the government's lap dog.

Constantly filling you to the hilt with his cum. Especially when you call him dad. Makes him all fuzzy inside, thinking about a family of his own. Whatever he wants, you deliver to the best of your abilities.

"Hey baby," he presses a kiss to your temple, snuggling up behind you on the couch. "Whatcha doing?"

"Resting my eyes." You mumble into the blanket, feet moving backwards to tangle with his legs.

"Sounding more and more like your old man," he chuckles heartily, giving you a nudge to which you groan at.

You flip over and bury your face into his chest. The warmth of his body and the scent of his earthy citrusy cologne is overwhelming your senses in a good way. Makes your mouth water a little bit. Truly feels like home when Leon's around.

"Shut up, daddy." You headbutt his collarbones and his chest shakes and you can hear him trying not to laugh at you. Breaths coming out of his nose rapidly as he lets out a soft laugh, patting you on the butt.

[imaginedanvrs]

encrypted relations

part 8 l masterlist

summary: yelena belova x reader. when natasha takes you under her wing, she becomes like family, and the last thing you want is to lose that. but when you meet her younger sister who you know is off limits, you have to decide between what you really want and hope for minimal damage

word count: 2.7k

warnings: lots of graphic violence and descriptions of blood and gore, mentions of past sexual assault, kidnapping, lmk if i missed anything

Several long days dragged by without you hearing anything from Yelena. It was hard, but everytime your gut twisted as you ached for the blonde you reminded yourself that she was no doubt feeling worse. You needed to fix things. Even if you couldn’t be together, you at least wanted to be able to talk to her again because her missing presence seemed to have created a noticeable hold in your life that you had no intention of filling with anyone else. 

  You were laying in your bed with your laptop next to you and Marty at your feet when your phone chimed with a text from Kate. As much as you loved your best friend, you were disappointed the message wasn’t from Yelena. 

  Kate: Melina did some digging and found something, if I don’t text till tonight can you walk Lucky?

  You: yep, be safe! 

  Melina had found something? You had presumed she had stopped looking into the files like you had since coming to the end of them. Had she gone back through? Maybe found additional files you couldn’t see? You tried to shrug off the thoughts, knowing that the older Russian knew what she was doing, but you were curious more than anything else. 

  You turned on your computer and opened up your email chain to Melina that had ended a few weeks ago when you both declared you had gone through everything. 

  Kate just told me you found a lead, how’d you do it?? You typed out and sent off the email. 

  Much to your surprise, Melina responded within a few minutes but you stopped short when you read the simple message. 

  I didn’t. You froze and reread the two words again. What? Kate wouldn’t lie to you about going on a mission. You frantically opened up your phone to message the archer again, unable to ignore the nagging feeling that something was very wrong.

  Me: where are you guys??

  You tapped your phone in your hand but you knew that if Kate was already on her way then she wasn’t going to be looking at her phone. So you turned back to your computer as your mind twisted between assuring you she was fine and telling you the worst case scenarios. Yelena’s experience wouldn’t lead her into a trap and even if it did she would know what to do. 

  You didn’t get the chance to reply to Melina, because another new email caught your attention first. The email handle looked to be a bot, but the subject line stated: hurry. An image was attached and you almost hesitated to open it. 

  “Fuck,” you whispered as you stared at a grainy image that was clearly Kate and Yelena in some come of abandoned warehouse. Below was a location that you knew you had no training to go to yourself. You scrambled with your phone to call Natasha, while forwarding the email to Melina, but she didn’t pick up.

  “Come on, come on,” you hissed as you paced your apartment and tried again. Nothing. “Fuck!” You tried Steve and got nothing. You tried Wanda and got nothing. You tried every single person you could think of until you became aware of how much time had passed since getting the email. No one was picking up and you had no idea why, which left only you. 

  You ran a shaking hand through your hair as you scanned your apartment for any hint of what to do and landed on an opened drawer you hadn’t noticed before. Paranoid, you warrily stalked towards the drawer and found a black handgun inside with a sticky note on top inscribed with the letter Y. After all her insistence of you getting a gun, she had gotten one for you. 

  You should’ve called the police, let them handle the situation. But what if they didn’t get there in time? You didn’t have time to keep thinking about the what ifs, so instead, you grabbed the gun and left the apartment. On your way down, you called the police, giving them a brief rundown of what you thought was happening and shared the address with them, hanging up before they could query much more. 

  Calling a cab once outside, you tried phoning each of the avengers again as the car started towards the warehouse. It wasn’t unusual for all of the avengers to go on a mission together, but something about the timing of it didn’t sit right with you. You couldn’t linger on what you couldn’t control though, instead forcing yourself to come up with some kind of plan. You came up blank. 

  I’m just a hacker, I should get this guy to turn around and let the police deal with it. You thought. But what if they got there too late? What if you got the call and news you had nightmares about receiving. You couldn’t lose them. You reminded yourself of that when the warehouse came into view and instructed the driver to stop round the corner.  

  Your heart rattled against your ribcage as you stood outside the warehouse and pulled your gun from inside your jacket. This is so goddamn reckless, you thought as you inched the main door open and slipped inside. You kept low, scanning the area for any signs of life. It was unnervingly quiet. Every step you took, no matter how gentle, bounced off of the walls. I really shouldn’t be here. 

~

Natasha leant forwards as she scanned over the email she had just received from Melina. “What’s up?” Yelena asked as she watched her sister’s brow furrow. Natasha showed her screen to the blonde who frowned as she took in the image of her and Kate in a location she couldn’t recall ever having been in with the archer. 

  “It’s from Melina. Y/n forwarded it to her,” Natasha explained as she looked through the text. “Apparently Kate told her you were on a mission there.” The pair paused, their brains connecting the same dots as Yelena pulled up Kate’s contact while Nat pulled up yours. Kate picked up, you didn’t. 

  “Kate Bishop, did you tell y/n we are on a mission?” Yelena demanded as she looked to her sister, seeing that you weren’t answering. 

  “No? Why?” The archer asked. Yelena cursed in Russian. 

  “Get ahold of her now,” she ordered and hung up. “You don’t think she’s gone there?” Yelena questioned, though they were both already grabbing their jackets. 

  “I do,” Natasha confirmed. “God, she’s an idiot.”

~ 

The hands that held the handgun in front of you were shaking and you knew it wasn’t just because of the cold. But with every step you took, you reminded yourself that Yelena and Kate had to be around the space somewhere and that you needed to get to them before someone else did. You had hoped to have heard the sirens already too. 

  “Long time no see,” you spun around on the spot, your eyes flickering across the space in the direction of the voice that you could never forget. “Hey, baby,” Rae greeted as she stepped out from behind a stack of crates, a menacing axe hanging loosely by her side. She sauntered towards you, an easy grin on her lips as you stood frozen. 

  “What? I don’t get a hello after all this time?” She asked with a fake pout. 

  “What are you…what?” You stared at the raven haired woman who you foolishly assumed you would never see again. 

  “How am I? Oh, I’m great thanks for asking, even after that stunt you pulled,” she hissed, continuing to stalk the area around you. “That got me in a lot of trouble, you know? All because you wanted to be selfish bitch,” as she spoke, she let the axe drop against the floor and scrape against the concrete next to her as she moved. You eyed the weapon warily, knowing you should use your own. 

  “Don’t you have anything to say?” You didn’t. You couldn’t rake your brain for anything to say to the woman before you. “No apology for abandoning your girlfriend?” 

  “Fuck you,” you hissed, taking you both by surprise. Rae chuckled, bemused by the agitation you had never shown her when you were together. 

  “Where was that bit of fight back when you needed it?” She asked with a mocking grin that made your stomach twist. Your hands began to rattle again as images of your past flashed in front of your eyes. 

  No, you couldn’t think about that. You couldn’t let her succeed in getting into your head. 

  “Shut up,” you tried to shout, but your voice wavered. Rae grinned more. 

  “Or what? You gonna shoot me? You never fought back when I hit you, or when I fucked you.”

  “Stop!” You managed to yell, though the tears threatening to spill through didn’t help. 

  “Maybe all those times you said no you actually wanted it.” 

  You fired. And missed. Rae was faster than you remembered her being, within a second she knocked the gun out of your hands and made you stumble to the floor. Your back collided with the dark concrete though you didn’t feel the pain of the impact because you were too concerned with putting as much distance between you and Rae as you could when she was sauntering towards you. She chuckled as she watched you try to scramble away. 

  “I knew you would come here when I sent you that email,” she told you. “You always were so curious, sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong. But you know what they say, baby, curiosity killed the cat,” she warned you in such a tell-tale way that didn’t expect her to bring the axe down on your leg a second later. 

  You screamed as the searing pain shot from your calf where the axe was embedded. Rae pulled the blade out with a grunt and you immediately made to get up until she swung again at your unguarded back, knocking what left like every last breath out of you. You collapsed and forced yourself onto your back to look up at Rae and try to dodge her next move. The weapon was heavy, she wouldn’t be able to be agile with it. 

  “You have no idea what consequences your fuck up had for me,” she told you, her anger coming to the surface in a way you couldn’t avoid. She brought the axe down again and you were unable to dodge it entirely, instead having it lodged in your side. You howled in agony, feeling the blade dig into your ribs so prominently that you didn’t even notice how wet the back of your shirt was with blood. 

  “The things I had to endure as punishment,” Rae continued as she pulled the axe free, taking what felt like a pound of your flesh with her. “I’ve waited years to give you your fair share of the pain, the least you could do is accept it.” You didn’t feel where the next hit fell. You only felt your body shake with the impact and the grotesque sound of it embedding itself in you. 

  “The…police…will come,” you struggled to tell her with a mouth full of blood that came bubbling up from your throat. When you heard her laugh in response, you knew you were fucked. 

  “Same way the Avengers will? You didn’t call the police, malysh. No one’s coming for you,” she told you, bringing the axe down again. 

~

  Natasha and Yelena didn’t exchange a single word as they stood either side of the entrance door. They had been through situations like that one enough times to rehearse it in their sleep and that was what they reminded themselves as they exchanged a swift nod: that it was a standard rescue mission. The moment they let it get personal was when mistakes would be made and they couldn’t afford any. 

  The Russian’s scanned the vast room as they stalked amongst the crates with long since faded brand imprints. Their footsteps were silent as they listened out for a single pin drop, anything to indicate where you could be. They didn’t hear a thing, though Natasha’s voice was the one to break through the tension. 

  “Get Stark down here now,” she ordered. 

  “What? What have you found?” Yelena asked as met her sister’s unnerved eyes and tried to look at the space she had come from. 

  “Yelena,” Natasha warned with a firm hand to the blonde’s chest. 

  “No, what is it?” She tried, shoving her sister away only for her to be pushed back in response. 

  “Don’t look,” Natasha pleaded. The waver in her voice made Yelena pause for a brief moment before she charged on to look around the other side of the crates, stumbling upon what she found. 

  “It’s alright,” Natasha assured, trying to reflect her confidence in her tone but it was difficult when she didn’t feel it herself. Yelena hardly heard, her focus entirely on the pool of crimson. “Stark has the technology to scan the area for her, she can’t be far,” the redhead continued as she placed a hand on Yelena’s hand, wanting her away from the scene you had left them. 

  Even as the blonde allowed herself to be turned around, the image of the deep red splatters stained into the crates several metres away from the main puddle lingered behind Yelena’s eyes. She didn’t listen as her sister called her billionaire friend, far too stuck in her own head and wondering what state she would find you in - because she would find you. 

  “Thanks, Tony,” Natasha said as she hung up the phone and took an anxious glance towards her sister. “He’ll be here in ten,” she told Yelena who didn’t respond. The redhead cursed internally, feeling the weight of the moment settle on both of their stomachs. 

  She had been too harsh with you that night, saying things she didn’t mean just as you had but making you suffer for it all the same, just because she could see that Yelena was. Natasha knew, then more than ever, that you would never set out to hurt her little sister, not when you were so quick to blindly save her. She would tell you all that when she saw you again, she promised herself. 

  Natasha was interrupted from those thoughts when her phone vibrated once in her hand. The redhead looked at her screen and saw she had a message from an unknown number. Frowning, she opened the text and immediately felt an anchor tied around her guts drop. On the screen was an image of you in the back of an unclear car, unconscious, shirt stained scarlet. There were wounds she couldn’t examine properly because bile was rising in her throat and she didn’t want her sister to notice. She couldn’t see that picture. Ever. 

  The redhead’s sickness subsided the moment she read the text beneath the picture, moving aside for the anger that began to rise and threatened to bubble over the surface. Natasha took a deep breath to steady herself as she glared at the screen, resisting the impulse to snap the device in half.

  Too late : (

~

  Stay calm, recall what you know. 

  That was what Natasha had taught you when you first met. She had taught you a lot, but in that moment that lesson was the only one you were capable of recalling. 

  You were fluctuating between consciousness. You were in the trunk of a car. You were being taken. You were badly injured. It was Rae. 

  Rae… the pain she had inflicted was unlike anything you thought was possible to experience. You had no idea how many times she had swung that axe down on you, some parts of your body hurt more than others, but there was an inescapable alarm going off amongst your nerves and major organs telling you that it was bad. Really really fucking bad. 

  She had hit muscle and bone, but you were unsure what else had been punctured. You knew that the blood in your mouth meant something critical had been attacked, but it couldn’t be something so significant because you were acutely aware of the fact that you were still alive. You may very well be dying, just not yet. 

  It would be okay, someone would come for you. You just weren’t sure they would come in time.

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worth all your while (ch.6) | knj x f!reader

chapter summary: you figure some things out, namjoon figures some things out, and the two of you finally talk about what that means for your future

pairing: namjoon x f!reader

rating: explicit (18+ please)

genre: smut, fluff

au: celebrity

chapter warnings: swearing, this is like... 4k of smut with feelings and then a few other words. it includes: unprotected piv sex (use condoms irl pls), oral (f!receiving) which includes biting (a little bit), nipple play (kind of), a little bit of cum eating, there's some hair pulling (but not like... aggressively), they finally DO communicate well which is such a departure it feels like it should have a warning

chapter word count: ~5.9k (total 35.6k)

a/n: hello, this story is finally over! thanks for going along with me if you have, i really appreciate the support this one's received. thanks to @the-boy-meets-evil and @ugh-yoongi for their support of this fic, although this chapter is unbeta read, so all mistakes are my own. please feel free to lmk what you've thought, i always appreciate your kind feedback so much!

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Even though you’re upset, you think the least you owe Namjoon is a reply to the messages he’s left.

After a lot of thought, and a lot of listening to Taehyung (who is always so smart about this kind of thing), you send him a simple, “I’ll call you when I’m ready to talk.” It’s true, and you will, but you can’t quite get there yet. It’s not even mostly his fault—at least your irritation about the night before isn’t. The clearer light of morning helps you see things less emotionally, a little more rationally. The immediate sting of him saying there was no one special in his life is gone—you get it, you really do. What’s left, though, is the wondering why the two of you never really talk about your relationship, why you’re more than six months in and he still won’t say he loves you… 

It’s not the public denial of your relationship that’s really bothering you. It’s the silent, private ones. It’s the way he was clearly still upset about Jeongguk when he said it—you’re not sure if he said it because he was mad. That kind of pettiness doesn’t sit well with you.

Without all those, what happened the night before wouldn’t have stung so badly. 

To his credit, he accepts your message, doesn't push you, replies quickly. “Whatever you need. I’ll wait as long as you need.” 

And it’s a conflicting feeling, because you believe him. You really, deep in your bones, know that he will. But you need something more. Something solid and concrete and true. There’s a prior version of you that would have thought it was silly. Thought that words are words and they only mean as much as you let them. But now, you need him to say it. Because he says what he means (you know that much by now), you want so badly for him to say he loves you, because you’ll believe him, because you’ll know he means it, just like he means it when he says you can take as much time as you need and he’ll wait. 

Is not saying it the same as not meaning it? 

You can’t decide. It’s unfair, you know, to discount all the kind and wonderful things he’s done for you, to not count them as small (or big) declarations of his feelings. You know there’s meaning in the everyday, in the way he’s made space and time for you in his life. 

But he’s a poet; words are his tools and his weapons and his offerings. So, as selfish as it is, you want his words more than anything. 

These are the things you think about all week. You go back to work, and mercifully, you don’t have to proof or help edit the interview with your maybe-still-boyfriend. You spend relatively quiet nights in with Tae and Jimin, and you spend a lot of time on your own, just thinking. You write in your journal, you drink too much coffee, and you do the hard (but silent) work of figuring out how you want to move forward. 

On Friday, you’re at a small cafe by your apartment, one you used to spend a lot of time at before you started spending most of your time at Namjoon’s. Headphones on, journal out, you’re sort of mindlessly scribbling out short writing prompts while you nurse your latte. It’s something you’d taken up with Namjoon—gave you something to do while he worked and kept you feeling creative, which your job sometimes doesn’t. You’re not sure if it’s been fruitful professionally, but it’s cathartic to weave fiction, to let sentences meander across your page with no direction sometimes, no deadline. It’s a good way of working through all the noise in your head that can be so, so loud. 

“Hey,” you hear above your headphones, a familiar voice that you don’t place until you look up from your notebook. 

“Oh! Hey, Yoongi.” You slide your headphones off and motion for him to sit. Seems like the polite, if awkward, thing to offer. And to your sort of surprise, he takes you up on it. 

“How are you?” he asks cautiously. 

“Is that you asking, or Namjoon?” 

“Does it make a difference?”

You smile. He’s got a point. “I’m okay,” you answer. “You can tell him I’m okay.” 

Yoongi leans back in his chair and considers you. “Maybe you should tell him.” 

“I’m getting there. What’re you doing here, anyway?” 

He hums and drinks his coffee. “Your roommate told me you might be here. Had to come back three times this week before I caught you. He misses you.” 

It’s a partial answer, but it’s enough. You’ve seen Namjoon in a bad mood before, you wonder how it’s affecting his work; Yoongi’s work. It makes your heart take a little pause. You figured he did, you miss the hell out of him, too. But it’s still nice to hear. No reason for Yoongi to say it if it wasn’t true. 

“I miss him, too. But it’s not that simple.” 

“I know. And I also know that it gets more complicated the less you talk about it.” You nod, not sure what to say, but Yoongi keeps talking, so you don’t have to know quite yet. “Have you thought about what it would be like for you if he’d said he was in a relationship? Really thought about it?”

You get the sense that it’s a rhetorical question, so you don’t give him an answer, just take a drink of your latte and wait for him to continue. 

“It would maybe take less than a week for people to figure out who you are. Then it’s cameras and reporters and fans following you everywhere. All the time. You see how it is for him—it would probably be worse for you at first. They’ll dig up everything about you. Even thought about being mean to someone in high school? You’re a bully. Ever drank too much and made embarrassing drunk videos with your friends? They’ll be on the internet. If it’s hard now, it’s going to be almost impossible after.”

“Almost feels like you want me to walk away…” you say carefully. 

“No.” Yoongi shakes his head. “I think you’re good for each other. I think you love each other even if you two can’t figure it out. What I’m saying is that you might think it’s not fair for him to keep things between you private, but it’s a lot more unfair if he decides to make things public without talking to you first. It has to be your decision, not his. Your life is the one that’s going to change.”

You pick at the corner of your notebook. It seems so simple when Yoongi says it, but you’d never thought about it that way. Makes a lot of sense when you consider it. 

“I think I understand that,” you concede. “But what he said that night isn’t the problem.” 

Yoongi smiles. It’s a little smug, a lot knowing. “Let me guess—it’s what he hasn’t said that’s making you nervous.”

“How’d you know?” It feels a little weird that this guy you don’t know that well yet can see through you so easily.

“I’ve known Namjoon for a long time.”

“And?”

“And I know he loves you.”

“I wish he’d tell me that himself.” 

“What did he say when you said it to him?”

And that stops you in your tracks. Because you, logically, know you haven’t said it either. But now that someone’s sitting in front of you making you face it, it seems a little unfair that you’re holding him to a standard you can’t even meet. Or haven’t yet, anyway.

“I—”

“Look,” Yoongi says, standing up from the table. “I don’t know you well enough to know your reasons, but I know his. Just talk to him. Maybe it’s less complicated than you think.” 

You tilt your cup toward him and give him your best smile in exchange for everything he’s given you to think about. “Thanks, Yoongi. He’s lucky to have you.” 

“I know. And we’re lucky to have him,” he says, soft and fond. 

The thing is, you know Yoongi’s right. 

It’s late when you find yourself standing outside the door to Namjoon’s studio. You know the code to get in, but you don’t know if you’re in a place where letting yourself in would be welcome. Feels like you’re back to the beginning, where you might need to announce yourself. Your finger only shakes a little when you reach to press the small button with the lightbulb icon on the keypad. The first time you’d seen it, you’d thought it was so clever—of course he’d never hear anyone knocking, but the flashing light gets his attention quickly. It’s just a matter of him being in a place where he can stop what he’s doing to open the door. 

You shift your weight from left to right and wait.

You fiddle around in your pocket with a gum wrapper you’d shoved in there after lunch. It’s one thing you don’t get about Seoul, how it can be so relatively clean compared to cities back home, but there’s never a trash can around when you need one. 

You should have texted, shouldn’t have even assumed he was here. 

Maybe he just left the light on last time he was here. 

Maybe those aren’t his stupid custom Nikes sitting outside the door.

Mayb—

“Hey,” he says, a little surprised sounding as he opens the door. 

“Hi.” 

Neither of you move for a long beat. It’s not awkward, it’s never been awkward with him, really. You just aren’t sure where to start, don’t know how much you can ask for, so you start small. 

“Can I come in?” 

But Namjoon’s already pulling the door open wider, gesturing for you to come into the room. You notice right away that there’s still your favorite pair of slides by the door. It makes you smile even though this whole thing seems so serious. 

“You thought I’d get rid of them?” he asks, eyes fixed on you while you stare at the shoes.

“Didn’t know what to think.” 

“You want to sit?” 

You nod, slip your shoes off and exchange them for the slides, and pad over to his couch. It makes you feel a little nostalgic—it’s strange how much can change in a matter of days. You hate that your last memory of being in the studio was weird, desperate, jealous sex with him. You hate that you haven’t taken the time to replace it with any better memories. You especially hate that you don’t know if he wants more memories with you. 

Namjoon looks a little wild when he sits in his studio chair and swivels it around to face you. Behind him, you see the pile up of water bottles, spent konjac packets, a couple chicken boxes, a few beer cans… The man himself has mussed hair under his hoodie and dark circles under his eyes, looks like he’s been throwing himself into work at the expense of everything else. Well, you see gym clothes in the corner, so maybe not quite everything. He’s predictable in that way, likes a physical manifestation of his moods, whether it's in his music, exercise, or anything else. 

“I’m surprised you’re here,” he says cautiously.

“I think we should talk. Sorry it’s taken me so long.” 

He shrugs, and there’s the Namjoon you know. A little pouty, a little selfish, always battling to let a better version of himself come out—one that’s more confident than you think he truly is. “S’okay,” he mutters. 

“It’s not. Even if we’re fighting, it doesn’t help anything to shut you out. I know that, and I’m sorry I did it to you.” 

“Thank you,” he says, raising his eyes to meet yours. 

You let out a long sigh. You’d thought about what to say the whole way here, but nothing sounded quite right, nothing really conveyed wholly what you wanted. Sometimes, you think it’s because you know how important words are that they’re so hard for you to find in situations like this. 

“This isn’t working,” you start. 

Namjoon lets out something that can only be described as an honest to god whimper. He looks like you just broke up with him or something. 

Then, you realize it sort of sounds like that’s exactly what you’re doing. 

“Let me finish,” you add. “This thing we have? Where we laugh and fuck and go on dates… Where you’re basically my best friend—don’t tell Seokjin—and the best sex I’ve ever had at the same time?” This, at least, makes him smile. “This is working. But the thing where we don’t ever talk about it? That’s not working for me.” 

He nods in agreement. His smile is gone, but at least he doesn’t look hurt anymore. Looks like he’s thinking, like he’s trying to decide what the best response would be. Really, given how little you’ve spoken over the past week, month, months if you’re being honest… you’d take anything. 

“That’s fair,” he says. “Can I ask you something?”

“Always.”

“Is this about the jealousy or about the interview?”

You smile. “Neither and both?”

Namjoon laughs. It’s still shier than you’re used to, but bit by bit you feel the chill between the two of you beginning to thaw. It’s starting to get easier the more you talk, and you kick yourself for thinking you couldn’t have always just been this honest. 

“I think the jealousy and the interview wouldn’t have been issues at all if we were better about talking to each other in the first place. Sometimes, I think… I guess I’m just not sure where you stand. I want this so much… Want you so much. I know why you said what you said at the interview. It only stung because I thought you were still upset with me about Jeongguk. Saying that because you’re mad is hurtful. Saying it because it should be my choice, not yours, to tell people I’m your girlfriend is actually very kind. But being with you… like loudly and publicly? It’s a lot to put on the table when I don’t know where your head’s at.” 

He looks a little bewildered, and that’s understandable, because you feel like you just talked the equivalent of a marathon. “You don’t know where my head’s at?” he repeats as a question. 

“I think you like me?” you reply, just as unsure.

Namjoon scoffs and stands up from his chair. He crosses the room and sits on his knees in front of you, takes your fidgety hands in his. “No,” he says firmly. “I definitely love you.” 

“Oh,” you breathe out, not expecting that. Not expecting the way it rolled off his tongue so easily. 

“I thought a lot about us this week,” he says, squeezing your hands in his. “And I realized that all the times I was sure I’d said I loved you and you hadn’t said it back? Turns out, I hadn’t really said that at all. I said I wanted to see you, I wanted to know you, that I didn’t want you to push me away… But now I am saying, and I really want you to hear me, that I fucking love you. And whenever you’re ready to say it back, I’ll be here. Even if it takes another 200 days. Another 200 of our 200 days.” 

“Joonie, we’ll be dead in forty thousand days.” 

“I’m not a mathematician.” 

“I’ll probably still be in love with you though,” you admit softly. “In forty thousand days.” 

“Yeah?” Namjoon sits up so you’re eye level with each other and grins the sappiest of wide, dimpled grins. 

You nod and squeeze your fingers around his. 

“I’m sorry and I love you,” you say.

“I’m sorry and I love you, too,” he says right back. Just like that.

And Yoongi was right again. It’s not that complicated. 

It’s not complicated when Namjoon’s lips press into yours, slow and unhurried, sweeter than you’d let yourself remember. Certainly softer than the last time you’d been in the studio together. 

It’s not complicated when you then reach down to pull your sweater off. Namjoon’s eyes widen watching you on his couch in your bra—like he’s never seen you this way before, and you find it helplessly endearing. 

“You want it off?”

All he does is nod as you reach behind yourself to unclasp your bra. Grinning, you take it off slowly and let it drop to the floor. 

And you want to savor the moment, memorize the look on his face, the way his fingertips trace careful tributaries across your ribs, the way he sighs like he’s at peace just looking at you. But it feels like you’ve been waiting to be back with him forever, even if it’s only been a week. It’s hard not to touch him in return, hard not to chase the pleasure you know he’s capable of giving you.

So, you reach down to guide his hands up to your chest and say, “You can touch. I want you to touch me.”

A groan escapes him and he stretches up to kiss you again as he begins to knead your breasts in his hands. You lean your head back and sigh as he takes a nipple between his fingers and teases it out taut. In your vivid imagination, you can see the smirk he’s giving you before he takes the other between his teeth, gently biting, then running his tongue over it, alternating between the two in a steady pattern. 

It’s a helpless feeling—you’re reduced to just soft moans and snippets of his name rolling off your tongue. You think you almost tear up when he caresses your jaw, tells you that all he wants is to be able to make you feel good, to hear that you want him, to hear that you love him. 

Overwhelming in the best way. 

The only time he pauses is to lift his head and capture your mouth again in his, tongue more insistent than before. 

“I can’t do what I want with these on,” he whispers against your lips and tugs at the waist of your jeans. 

“And what’s that?”

“Fuck you so well you forget the last time,” he says, with too much regret and too much sincerity. 

You lean back on the couch to let him unbutton your jeans and pull them off. “How about we remember the last time a little,” you say with a grin, “because the hair pulling was kinda hot.” 

“Oh baby... you can’t just say things like that.” He sighs as your pants hit the floor, “You’re beautiful.” 

He takes a minute to let his eyes run up and down your body; his hands follow them, tracing your curves. When you let your gaze drift from his face, you can see he’s hard just from looking at you and from teasing your breasts.

Everything in you tells you to kiss him again, but just as you start to sit up, Namjoon halts the movement with a kiss and gentle hand on your chest to push you back. You move so you can sit up on your elbows instead and watch him run his hands down your thighs, pushing your knees further apart as he scoots closer. And you’re already so wet; skin slick, ready for whatever he has planned next.

“Is this okay?” he asks, breathing against you and kissing the insides of your legs as he reaches out to hold one of your hands. 

“Yeah... really okay.”

Two fingers meet your clit and he starts stroking you softly, giving you a second to adjust. But when you squeeze his hand and whimper, he moves a little faster and your noises get more insistent, a bit louder. 

“Can I taste you?”

“Oh god… please Namjoon.”

You almost laugh; you think you’ve never seen him move so quickly; replacing his fingers with his tongue. Long, flat strokes over your clit and lower, letting out a moan against your core, and then pausing to tell you how good you taste, how much he’s missed you. 

His fingers tease at your entrance as he sucks your clit into his mouth… runs his teeth just barely across it. 

You reward reward him with a, “Fuck, Joonie… yes,” so he does it again as he pushes a finger inside you. 

You’re all whines and whimpers and trembles as he adds a second finger, and then a third; not even bothering to be patient anymore. How can either of you possibly be patient with each other? You: squirming and dripping wet and saying his name like it’s the only one you can remember—him: persistent and knowing exactly what you like, exactly how much you can take. 

As he licks over your clit, his fingers curl inside you and he strokes there, moving with a bit more purpose as you push your hips up to try and take him deeper. 

“Namjoon, please...” you whine when he lays a hand across your hip to hold you in place and slows his movements, trying to draw it out for you and for him, too—it’s sweet the way he’s still trying to make it last. 

But it won’t, not much longer. “I’m so close,” you breathe out. 

Your head falls back as your thighs start to tremble against his face, and you grab a fistful of his hair, forcing him to keep his mouth on you as he lets your hips go. The moan he lets out when you tug a little just pushes you even closer—you finally get to arch your back up to push his fingers deeper inside. 

“Oh fuck… oh my god.”

A small smile makes its way across his lips as you buck your hips up into him and go stiff, pulsing around him and giving a drawn out moan of his name as you come on his hand and tongue. 

As you collect yourself, or at least catch your breath, Namjoon climbs onto the couch above you and starts kissing and sucking on your neck, mindlessly brushing one of your nipples with his thumb. 

“Joonie?”

“Sorry, is that too much?” He freezes and you almost laugh again. It’s such a 180 from the last time you slept together. 

“No... no, it’s great. I mean, you could do anything to me right now and I think I’d let you.”

He smiles at you, “That good huh?”

“You’re always good to me.” You scoot up to get your legs underneath you on the sofa and he matches you, sitting upright so he can keep eye contact. “It’s just that this all feels very one-sided.” 

“I’m having a fine time.” Grinning, he moves his hand to his mouth and licks your orgasm off of his fingers one by one as if to prove it to you. And christ, you’ve never been so turned on by anything in your life—a million options rush through your head, wishing he’d let you get your lips around his fingers, his cock, anything just to make him feel good, really. 

“But we’re not done,” you say as you reach over to stroke him through his joggers. 

Namjoon chokes on whatever he was going to say when your hand makes contact with his cock. 

“Can I?” You ask as you sit up and move to start lifting his shirt off. 

“Yeah, ‘course you can.”

Bold fingers skim over his skin once his shirt is gone. As you watch him watch your movements, you swing a leg over and straddle him, feathering kisses over his neck and chest, capturing each of his freckles between your lips. 

“Love you so much,” you say as you catch the one right below his bottom lip. Every single part of you feels like it’s absolutely on fire thinking about how he makes you feel so much more of everything than anyone else ever has. “Namjoon, you’re gorgeous you know?” you ask as you place hot, open-mouthed kisses over his neck. 

“Fucking love you like crazy,” he groans when you hit a particularly sensitive spot under his chin. “Can’t believe it took us this long to get it right…” 

His muscles flutter beneath you, and it’s incredibly cheesy, you decide, that it matches the sensation inside your chest. Beneath you, his cock is filling out, fully hard now. And you’d been nervous before, to even show up here under the circumstances, but now you’re just ready.

You’re ready to do anything for this man, and it still wouldn’t be enough. All you can think about now, worries forgotten, is everything he’s given you. As ridiculous as it sounds in your head, you’re ready to spend as long as he’ll let you giving him something back, figuring out how to keep making each other happy. Shimmying back to give yourself room, you notice him looking at you like you’re his whole world, and god do you want to be. “Still okay?”

He nods, watching watching watching you touch him, still letting one of his hands skim your skin anywhere he can reach, as if he can’t bring himself to stop touching you now that he’s been granted renewed permission. 

You lift off of him to pull his joggers off, and this part, this you’re sure you’ve always been good at together. “Gonna touch you now, Joonie,” you whisper before you lean back in to kiss him.

“I’ll die if you don’t.”

It’s an easy laugh you let out against his lips between kisses and you wrap one hand behind his neck to play with the short, soft hairs at his nape. With the other, you run your fingers through your own wetness and then begin to stroke him, grip on his cock firm and steady. You run a thumb over the tip and then stare in his eyes as you bring it up to your mouth and lick his precum off. 

Payback.

“I’ve always loved the way you taste,” you tease, as Namjoon groans and lets his eyes roll back. “But now you should remind me how you feel,” you say as you slide off his lap and lay back on the couch and let your own hand drift between your legs

“Jesus...”

“Please? I want you to fuck me like you love me,” you say quietly.

“I think it’s the only way I know how,” he admits, looking just as lovestruck as you feel.

Moving in between your knees, he slides his hands under your ass to pull you closer. It’s a strange fit on the couch, but you just barely manage it—one of your legs dangles off the side, but it gives him better access. He strokes his tip across your entrance and sighs at the contact, at how wet you are maybe, at how you’re literally begging for him, and then he lets himself push inside of you slowly. 

It’s completely attention-stealing: watching the way he slides into you, his kiss-swollen lips twitching as he starts moving his hips, skin shining under the effort. This is it, you think—you’ve never been so hopelessly in love with anyone before. And instead of being overwhelmed staring at this man who you know is your future, it’s all contentment and peace in your head. This is perfect, and having him love you, having him inside you knowing that he loves you is better than any other feeling you can think of. 

“Oh my god,” you moan as he thrusts into you.

“You feel so… fucking good...” His speech is a little stuttered, it would be cute if he wasn’t doing what he was doing to you.

He slows his movements while you circle your own clit—it’s driving you a little wild feeling your fingertips brush against his cock, hearing the little breathy moans he lets out each time he fucks into you—and he’s played you a lot of music, but those are your favorite sound. 

“Fuck...” he groans, “love you… can’t believe you’re real.” 

His hands slide up to your face and he cups your cheeks as he kisses you, tongue moving with yours. Feels like he’s trying to channel all of the everything you know he must be feeling into some kind of action. That physical manifestation thing again. So, you start to move your hips up a little harder, getting him deeper than he had been. It’s more of a demand than a request.

“Namjoon, more...” you whine. 

He runs his tongue up your neck to your ear and murmurs, “Can I make you come again?”

It’s all you can do to respond with a long moan as he moves one of his hands down to replace yours, stroking your swollen clit.

“Harder... please...” 

Namjoon rocks back onto his heels while he grabs you and pulls you up to rest your thighs on his. It shifts his angle inside you, and he fucks you harder just like you asked, matching the movements of his hips with his fingers, seemingly not able to stop his eyes from fluttering shut. 

“Come on baby, one more time?” 

“I’m close again,” you sigh as he increases his pace. 

There’s barely any time before the combination of faster and deeper and a better angle has you clenching up around him, and your arm up snakes around his neck to bring him closer. Namjoon kisses you hard, all messy and hurried tongues and teeth as you both start to come.

A moan pours from the back of your throat and into his as you come again, squeezing around his cock while you ride out another orgasm. He follows you with a few final snaps of his hips as you throb around him. 

It’s almost like you can’t breathe, can’t feel or see anything but him as he spills into you—you’d gladly live every moment of the rest of your life this way if he’d let you, you’re sure. It’s a sappy, ridiculous thought and you wonder if you’ll ever be rational about him again. Probably not for a while, anyway.

Your foreheads press together as you breathe heavily in between lazy kisses and grins. You run your thumbs across his cheekbones and then push them into the divots where his dimples should be as you kiss him again. When you finally catch your breath, you say, “Love you, Joonie. You’re incredible.” 

“You’re welcome.” He smirks at you and pinches your side before you roll your eyes in mock exasperation, but start laughing. Slowly, you sit up and pull away from him, letting him scoot back. His couch might never recover from the mess you’ve made.

Namjoon finds a t-shirt and wipes the both of you off as best he can, then lays sideways on the couch and pulls you down into him, your back pressed tightly to his chest. He places lazy kisses along the skin between your neck and shoulder. 

“You know what I thought when I ran into you at Heathrow?”

“No... do I want to?”

“I thought you were the girl of my dreams.”

You smile, it’s cheesy, but you love it. “And now?”

“And now I know you are,” he whispers into your ear. 

It’s exactly what you’ve needed from him, the simple and direct confirmation that you’re not alone in the way you feel. Turns out, clear communication is pretty sexy. “You’re gonna make me want round three, Joonie.”

“We could set records together.”

“I bet we’ll have a lot of chances to try in the future.”

“I hope so,” he whispers. 

“Thanks for waiting for me.” You say it quietly as you slide your hand into his at your waist.

“Completely worth every minute,” he murmurs into your skin.

A month later, things feel like they’ve fully righted themselves between the two of you. There has, of course, been a little fighting as you negotiate the terms of what is about to be your new, public relationship. On the plus side, there’s been a lot more fucking and a lot more of actually saying what you’re feeling on both sides. It’s not easy, but it feels inarguably good to do this with him—to do it the way you should have from the beginning. 

You know now that love should feel easy, but it only feels that way if you work at it. It’s a contradiction you think he’s going to write at least a couple of songs about, and you can’t wait to hear them. He always makes things make just a little more sense. 

So, you’re not even that nervous as you walk up the steps to the small gallery in Hannam-dong. The terrace on the second floor is filled with people you know from work, everyone excited to see the Villet installation that’s opening officially tomorrow with a VIP preview tonight. You don’t know how, but Taehyung spots you from up there, camera hung around his neck, and gives you the dorkiest thumbs up you think he could muster—it’s cute, really, how he’s always there to support you, even when he’s working. 

“You ready?” Namjoon whispers as you get to the last few steps below the gallery doors. He looks more nervous than you feel. His palm is a little sweaty against yours, but he’s solid next to you—it feels like you’ve brought a little piece of home with you when you feel the cool metal of his ring against your own warm fingers. 

When you look up at him, you smile and nod, swallowing down any residual nerves. These are your people, and even if you’re not working tonight, even if you’re meeting them in a different capacity, you know it’s going to be alright. Tae calls your name, and you both turn to face him, to see his camera pointed at you with your joined hands, your dress matching Namjoon’s tie. He gives you a few extra beats, longer than any other photographer would, and then he’s snapping the picture—later, you’ll know it looks like this: looks like you looking straight into the camera with a bright smile less serious than the occasion calls for and Namjoon looking at you like you contain the whole universe. 

Later, it will become a favorite, framed in the bedroom of the apartment you will share. 

But tonight, it’s an announcement. 

Once you get inside, you have minutes, maybe less. Just enough time to grab flutes of champagne and start toward the next set of stairs that lead to the main gallery space. You’re stopped by a familiar voice before you can head up, though. A colleague from an online art magazine—you’ve known him since you were just out of grad school. 

He looks delighted, and you know why—Namjoon’s fingers tighten over yours. When you look over at your boyfriend as your colleague starts asking him questions, he looks delighted, too. It’s your favorite thing, to see him happy like this. You’re lost in it and you don’t even hear the questions, but you do hear a response. 

“...Yes, let me introduce you to someone incredibly special.” You stifle a laugh—you know Namjoon knows the two of you already know each other, always running in the same small social and work circles. 

But you stop laughing and just give him a beaming smile when he adds, “She’s the love of my life, actually.” 

[vxnillsstuff]

Hi! May I please request Fionna dating headcanons with a fem or gender neutral reader?

Dating Fionna Headcanons - Fionna (Fionna and Cake) x GN!Reader

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BACKSTORY (IN ORDER)

(This is like… in a universe where everything isn’t shitty? Like… how her universe was supposed to be.)

Fionna probably met you while on an adventure.

Her and Cake were fighting this big monster and we’re almost about to be defeated when you dropped in and saved them.

She thanked you and offered you to tag along with her and Cake. You happily accepted her offer.

You guys get along really well and throughout the months of adventuring around Ooo, you, Cake, and Fionna were like best friends.

One day, you guys were camping out in the woods since it was late and you guys didn’t want to travel back to the Treehouse.

You were sitting out by the fire that Fionna put together.

You could hear Fionna and Cake talking in the distance but you couldn’t decipher what they were saying.

Then, Fionna came over and sat next to you, warming her hands up on the fire.

She seemed… different. Almost anxious.

You turned towards her and raised an eyebrow.

She turned towards you as well and her face seemed… pink? Almost as if she was blushing… ^_−☆

You asked her what’s wrong and she immediately blurted out how she thinks she has a crush on you.

You pause, a surprise look on your face. You explained that you liked her as well and she seemed surprised.

You two talked about where you were in your relationship and what you guys were going to do now.

You two decided that you guys should just live with these feelings for a bit and see how things go.

About a month later, she asked you out!

She got you a bunch of flowers and made them into a bouquet with some twine. She gave them to you when she asked you.

WHAT ITS LIKE DATING HER (NO SPECIFIC ORDER UNLESS SPECIFIED)

She’s definitely cuddly and very clingy. She’s constantly holding onto you whether it’s the side of your sleeve or your hand.

She was very nervous to say “I love you” because she didn’t want to say it too early and mess anything up.

She was just very nervous in general but as you started to flirt more she loosened up.

She never had a whole lot of energy to clean so anytime you would come over, clean up and talk to her about how living junk isn’t super healthy. You didn’t mind in the end because you liked to help.

When it comes to fighting, you guys would just get into heated discussions but never like actual fights. It’s always over something silly and you guys always forgive each other after.

She is definitely a hoodie / clothing stealer. For example: “where’s my shirt?” you say. “It’s probably at my house somewhere.” Fionna responded, giggling.

You guys defiantly have a favorite thing. For example, you guys have a favorite song that you always listen to when together or a favorite snack you guys always get when hanging out. She’ll always be like, “(insert name here), ITS OUR THING!”

It’s definitely the little things when it comes to the relationship. Like, maybe you’ll set out her outfit or do her laundry. Maybe she’ll make you some breakfast, even if it doesn’t taste the best.

Double dates with Gary and Marshall are the funniest things EVER. Chaotic energy the whole time. (That’s a good fanfic idea… lmk if y’all wanna see that.)

She loves to make little doodles on paper and leave them on your fridge or at your desk. As well as little notes about how much she appreciates you and loves you.

Cake was definitely predicting your relationship. She’d always be like “maybe (insert name here) can help open that jar…” and yada yada.

When you stay the night at her house and the other way around, she always cuddles you and whispers little compliments in your ear. For example: “you’re so amazing…”, “I can’t believe your mine…”, and yada yada.

Dates are always something very simple other than going out with Marshall and Gary. For example, staying in watching movies, going out for drinks, etc. She isn’t too big on fancy stuff.

She’s very big on kisses. She likes kissing you basically everywhere but especially your neck.

STUBBORN. She is hella stubborn and will make a big deal out of everything single thing.

Note: I DID IT! Feel free to request more. 💙🌀

[luvrxbunny]

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Pairing: Vampire!Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Summary: It’s Halloween! You go as a vampire and Eddie loves your fangs. 

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, blood, blood consumption, vampires, biting, non-consensual voyeurism (?) (lmk if I forgot anything)

WC: 4.5k

A/N: Reader’s shorts aren’t timeline-appropriate but idc. also I’ve never seen Ferris Bueller idk if there actually is any suspense . this might just be an nonsensical ramble

This year for Halloween Steve threw a party, you all almost died and were now focused on living life to the fullest as long as you could. Which means indulging in simple pleasures like house parties. You had to convince Eddie to come, he didn’t feel like celebrating. It’s been less than a year and he was back sure, but he didn’t survive. He’s a little different now, he needs different things but he’s still Eddie. You tell him all this and more to explain why he should come. You manage to coax him to the party and he ends up having a blast. You both dressed up, Eddie is a wizard and you decided to be a vampire. You think it’s hilarious but Eddie is still on the fence. He’s a little insecure about it, the fact that he’s different. You’re trying to show and convince him that it’s really not a big deal. 

This party had gotten a little out of hand, some random people trickling in, not even knowing who the host was, only seeking alcohol and a good time but it still resulted in a fun night for everyone. You never have very much fun at parties, you’re a little too anti-social to enjoy being packed in a room with sweaty strangers. You always go to Steve’s parties though, to support him but also because the little after-party you all have is your favorite part of the night. 

You guys are in Steve’s basement watching Ferris Bueller and passing around two of Eddie’s joints. The boys are sitting on the two loveseats on either end of the main couch, Nancy in her cat costume is on Steve’s end, you’re on Eddie's end and Robin in her dog costume is in the middle. None of you are paying attention to the movie, you’ve all seen it before. 

There’s a natural split that happens as the night moves on. Robin, Steve, and Nancy are having one conversation, rotating one of Eddie’s joints among the three of them. You have the other, you're lying down with your head tilted back over the armrest, talking to Eddie. He’s leaning over you and smiling as you speak, his hair creating a curtain over you, tickling your neck. He’s talking and joking with you as you blow smoke into his face. He looks up to see if anyone notices your giggle, higher than usual, making his heart speed up but he’s met with Robin’s back, forcing a scoff from his lips. You look up and see what he’s staring at, you giggle and shake your head at him. “They really just took the joint, huh?”

His eyes widen with his smile as he laughs out, “They really did!” You’re both laughing as Eddie leans down to kiss you but the angle is awkward and it has you laughing against his chin. “Just come over here, baby” He whispers against your lips softly before backing away to give you room. You look over at your friends and see them still engrossed in their own conversation, they definitely won’t mind if you move. You slowly stand and make your way to Eddie.

Eddie watches you walk over, you look incredible. His old Hellfire shirt falls over your thighs, covering the shorts you’re wearing, the way your fingers come around the joint, and your painted nails complimenting the white paper. He smiles at your pink socks as they pad across the carpet. He’s excessively aware of the way your body presses to him when you place yourself half in his lap. Your thighs rest on top of his but your butt is on the couch, you’re leaning into him resting your head on his shoulder, inhaling and sighing out. “You always smell so good, Eddie.” 

You pull your head out of his neck and snort at his outfit before taking a hit. He is grinning widely at you, his eyes wide in shock, “You did not just laugh at me.” This just makes you giggle more, slightly choking on the smoke. “I rolled for you! For free, baby!” You laugh at him and fall into his chest, feeling it inflate with his slow chuckles. “I can’t believe this.” He says with fake shock in his voice and on his face. 

You sit up and peck kisses all over his face, small laughs slipping through as you press your lips against him. “I pay you in kisses, Eddie! And my love.” You drape your arms over his shoulders and drop your body weight into him, being careful not to burn anything with your joint. He chuckles and wraps his arms around you, struggling with his cape a bit first. You feel his body slowly relax into yours, bringing a smile to your face. You kiss the side of his head quickly before reaching your other hand behind his neck, trying to get the joint to your lips. Eddie can feel your arm moving, almost placing him in a headlock, and starts wiggling his way out of your grip. He notices the joint and gasps dramatically, “You only love me for joints!” You burst into laughter again.

You and Eddie joke a bit more, eventually getting sucked back into the movie. Actually, Eddie isn’t interested in the film but you’re absolutely absorbed by it, as if it were the most riveting thing you’d ever seen. He knows it’s because you’re high but it humors him nonetheless. You’re jumping in time with the suspense and it has him holding back a giggle. You feel his chest bounce and look up at him. You realize that he’s laughing at you and readjust yourself, no longer resting on his chest, you sit up so your head is level with his. “You’re supposed to be watching the movie, Eddie.” You say his name with an accusatory tone that reminds him of grade school hall monitors. It makes his heart swell.

He swallows a laugh before answering you, “I am, baby!” You watch him turn his head and pretend to watch the movie, glancing over at you every once in a while to see if you were still looking, you always were. Until he stopped checking, you assumed he actually got interested in the movie. You try to go back to watching the movie but your mind keeps wandering back to Eddie, along with your eyes. You now understand the appeal of just watching your lover. 

You stare at Eddie as he watches the movie. Your eyes are wandering down his face now, watching the way his big brown eyes flit across the screen to take in the scene, the way his mouth mutters little thoughts without him even realizing. You take in his strong jawline and the plush of his lips, how pink they are, and his tongue as it licks over them. You watch his face split into a smile that has you grinning along, not even knowing what he’s smiling at. You watch his dimple make an appearance with his shiny white teeth… his teeth. You examine them for the entire duration of his smile, wondering about his fangs. You’ve only seen them once, on accident. 

A few days after the incident, Eddie had seemed… off. He’d been staying with you because you were too worried to let him go home on his own. The love of your life had almost died, you weren’t about to let him out of your sight anytime soon. He had gone to shower, he announced it with a quiet mumble and left. You let him, even though you had wished you could accompany him just to make sure he was safe. You tried to keep your paranoia at bay but after twenty minutes you decided to check on him. You paused the TV and his quiet whimpering groans immediately became audible to you. You felt as though you were having a heart attack as you rushed over to the bathroom. 

“Eddie?!” You can hear him groan at your voice and clear his throat before answering. “Baby, I’m fine. Go back to the couch.” 

In the bathroom, Eddie was getting upset with you. He had felt weird ever since he got back, not being able to eat, the sun hurt his eyes, and water had begun to have zero appeal to him. He was sitting on the couch with you when he felt a shooting pain in his mouth, sending him to the bathroom to check it out. His heart stopped when he saw the fangs, he tried pulling them out, pushing them back in but nothing was working. He tried sticking his nail underneath his gums, attempting to root the teeth out but nothing worked, he kept trying until his gums were bleeding, tears springing to his eyes. That’s when you started knocking. 

You ignore him and attempt to open the door to find it locked. This just scared you even more, Eddie never locks your doors. Images of him in the Upside Down flashed through your mind as you struggled with the door, tears welling in your eyes as you panicked. “Eddie, please open the door!” Your voice was watery and shaking as you yelled at him, your heart was racing, working up to a panic attack as you started banging on the door. “Please!”

You started screaming at him, tears streaming down your face as you choked on your sobs, unable to get the image of his pale, motionless, bloody body out of your mind. You were starting to get hysterical when he opened the door with his mouth in a tight scowl and anger flaring in his eyes, at you. It broke your heart. Your breathing stopped, frozen with the rest of your body as you waited for him to say something, his features softened as he took in your unsettled state. He whipped himself back around and mumbled to you, “Go back to the couch.” It broke you even more. You remember thinking that Eddie was “Flayed”, you never witnessed it but you’ve heard the kids and Steve talking about it and it was the only solution you had for his sudden behavior change.

You walked towards him slowly, wiping your tears and sniffing. You placed your hand on his shoulder and he had flinched, you ripped your hand away and started questioning him. You asked him what you did, what he was doing, how you could help but he gave no response. You just stood there dumbly behind him, in silence waiting for an answer to any of your questions. After what felt like months of silence you circled Eddie, moving to his other side so you could see his face, you wanted to know how he was feeling, how he was reacting to your questions. 

Instead, you were met with his tears, silently streaming down his face, his shoulders shaking as he tried to hold it all in. You questioned him on why he was crying, lightly placing a hand on his arm to see how he’d react and he flinches from you again before finally speaking. “Something is wrong… with me.” You’re watching Eddie as he speaks and you can see his fangs peaking out, your brows furrow in confusion before you can control your reaction. Eddie turns around again and continues talking. He explained how he didn’t feel ‘right’, he told you his symptoms, and theories and rambled on about how he thinks he should get himself tested, maybe get away for a bit to make sure he’s okay and safe. Leaving you behind in Hawkins.

You grabbed him and forced him to turn around, he was mid-sentence and you could see them. You deliberately left your hand on him, letting him know you weren’t scared as you stepped closer to examine them, he was frozen in fear. His mind was racing with how he thought you would react but you just kissed him. So softly, he didn’t reciprocate at first and you pulled back, and smiled at him with a shaking head before pulling him in again. He kissed you back so desperately that time, so grateful that you still loved him. You both figured out his new body together, you helped him be okay with feeding on people, you’ve gotten him to feed off you twice but you're trying to get him to feed on you regularly. He firmly denies and disagrees with the idea. 

Back in the present you’re still just staring at Eddie’s mouth thinking about how it would feel to have his fangs sink into your neck. Upon the thought, your eyes wander down to his neck. You watch it tense and un-tense with the suspense of the movie. You’re high and you’ve got biting on the brain. You also so happen to be wearing the perfect costume for it. You lean in slowly, your heart racing as if you were going to puncture his skin. You begin to dampen your panties as you open your mouth. You feel the pressure of his skin on the fangs and hear a small gasp from him before you bite down.

A moan rips out of his lips before he can stop it. The room goes silent at the sound and Eddie tries to play it off as a cough and pretends he can’t feel everyone staring at him. He continues to stare at the movie like nothing happened as you play his sound over and over in your head. 

Robin, Nancy, and Steve end up laughing it off and going back to their previous conversation. You watch Eddie closely, his eyes are still on the TV and a smirk is slowly growing on your lips. Once he’s sure they’ve moved on to a new topic he slowly turns his head to look at you. His jaw is clenched, his eyes are wild and his chest is heaving. You watch his adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallows nervously before speaking. 

“Don’t do that.” His voice is stern, he sounds like he might actually mean it. You’d believe him if he wasn't already growing hard under your legs. He thinks you can’t feel it, him twitching and growing against you but you most definitely can. You giggle and bite your lip playfully before answering him.

“Why not?” His face twitches for a moment at your defiance, Eddie knew you had some fight in you, despite your sweet exterior. It’s one of the things he loves about you. He’s never had it directed at him though. He’s surprised, not really angry but very amused. You’re biting your lip again, with the fake teeth, the fangs, this time. It has him running hot, his breathing speeding up and shuddering as he tries to keep himself under control. You watch his jaw twitch and it has a smile spreading over your face again, his mouth mirroring the shape of yours. 

Eddie leans towards you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in so he can push into your lips. You kiss him back eagerly as you reposition yourself, spreading your legs for him. Eddie can feel the change and groans against your lips in response. “They’re gonna notice us, baby.” 

He doesn’t mean it, there isn’t any real concern in his voice as he whispers in your ear. He kisses you one more time before moving to the corner of your mouth, down to your chin, and then over your neck. Your hands bury themselves in his hair, pulling him close and gripping it at the roots as you try and hold in your whimpers. “You’re right.” 

Your voice is high and desperate as you speak. You can feel a smirk spread against your skin at your voice but Eddie keeps kissing. You feel him shift his hips, pressing his hard cock perfectly to your clit. You have to bite down on your lip painfully, gripping into Eddie’s hair hard enough to feel the vibration of his groan against your neck before you pull him away. “Lemme get in your lap, honey.”

He looks like he wants to moan out at you but stops himself and sits back on the loveseat. He pulls his wizard cape from under him and lays it gently next to him before smiling back at you. It’s such an endearing scene to watch, you kiss him on his lips, lovingly, and gingerly before placing a smaller one on his nose and crawling onto his lap. You hear his sharp inhale when you fully seat yourself in his lap. Your eyelids flutter at the feel of his perfect cock against your aching pussy and you bury yourself in his neck. “I love you s’much, Eddie.”

He actually moans in your ear at that, grinding his hips up into you as hard as he can. One of his hands comes up from his hip to the back of your head so he can keep you in his neck as he throws his head back, still thrusting up into you. 

You take this as a cue to bite him again but you give him a little warning first. You slowly open your mouth, extra careful not to let any noises slip out as he keeps thrusting himself up to you. You scrape the fangs as gently as you can on the side of his neck. You can feel his hips stutter as his thighs tense when you start. His breathing gets a little louder too, faster with little moans slipping through. “Fuck- Baby..”

The way he says it sounds like a warning but once again his body is tattling on him. The way his breath hitches, his hips grind into you faster and his moans that start slipping out are obvious signs that he loves it. You lick over the stripe you’ve dragged down his neck before starting over at the top. You move a little to the side, heading for his adam’s apple, mesmerized by the way it bobs with his moans. You kiss and bite down his neck while you begin to fumble with the button of his pants. 

You can feel his stomach tensing against your knuckles as you open and unzip his pants. His hands come up to grip your arms, squeezing you hard enough to stop your movements and pulling your head out of his neck to look at him. His flushed red, his cheeks holding a little more pigment than the rest of his face. You kiss his cheeks gently.

“What is it, sweetheart?” You whisper to him before kissing his other cheek. His eyes are shut tight and his hands are bruising where they grasp you as he tries to catch his breath. He opens his eyes and you hold in a gasp, his eyes are red. They aren’t blood red but they’re not brown anymore. “Your eyes…”

He looks down and huts his eyes, a nervous smile on his lips. “I’m sorry. I’m-” He chuckles quietly when you place your hands on his jaw, pulling his head up towards you. “You’ve got me all worked up, baby.” It comes out as a whine as he feels your lips on his eyelids, kissing them. “I think they’ll go away in a second. Just- just give me a second.” He buries his head in your neck, mouthing at the skin softly. 

You don’t want to give him a second though, and you don’t want his eyes to go back to normal. You want to see how you make him lose control and to know that you’re the only person who can do it to him. You let Eddie find solace in your neck but continue to rub your hands over him. You run them up his back, up his neck, and behind his head. You bring your hands to his front, rubbing his sides along the way and then up his chest. You trail them down his stomach and shove one into his boxers, gripping his hard, leaking cock. He moans into the crook of your neck and his hips buck up, thrusting his dick further into your hand. 

His hands move from your arms to your back, they’re frantic, rubbing the expanse of it and pulling you closer to him. He’s moaning raggedly into your neck and your face is pressed into his, biting him softly in a million places as your hand glides up and down his wet cock. Eddie’s hands come up to your hair and pull you out of his neck, kissing you roughly, desperately. You’re licking into his mouth, tasting him when his fangs start to slide out. He starts to whine when he feels them break through his gums but you won’t let him pull away. You bite his lip with your fangs and keep your hands buried in his hair to keep him in place. 

He whines a little louder than is safe and you immediately separate and hide his face in your neck, looking over to the others to see if they noticed. You don’t stop moving but you can see Steve looking at the two of you while Robin and Nancy keep talking. You can see him analyzing the position you guys are in, trying to decide whether he deems it appropriate or not. You can see when he realizes that Eddie’s pants are undone, and heat begins to rise to his face. You watch his mouth part in awe when he sees your hand moving between your bodies. You watch his eyes trail up your arm, up your body before meeting yours. His face is beet red and you’re lightly smirking at him, bringing your other hand up to press one finger against your lips. 

It’s a risky move, your heart is pounding the whole time but Eddie doesn’t even notice. He’s still groaning into your neck and gently grinding his hips into your hand. You watch Steve’s eyelids flutter and his jaw clench before he nods his head shakily and returns to his conversation, his eyes flickering up to look at you and Eddie every once in a while. 

You focus your attention back on Eddie as his little groans turn into grunts a whines of frustration. He pulls his head out of your neck and looks at you with an intense, heated gaze that has your hips twitching in his lap. His eyes are still red and you can see his fangs peaking out of his lips. He leans and kisses you before speaking in a low, gruff voice. “I’m…” He takes a few shuddering deep breaths before continuing, “I’m hungry.” You can feel his dick twitch in your hand as precum spills over the tip, running down your hand. 

Your brain short circuits as you moan at his statement as he leans in for another kiss. You feel his tongue push into your mouth, licking all inside, tasting you as you touch him. He moans into the kiss before moving to your neck, sending a flare of arousal between your legs. Your hand subconsciously slows to a stop as you wait for him to feed off of you. You can feel him hesitating, he always does. You’re writhing in anticipation and arousal as he waits. You can feel his breath hitting your neck, you can hear him inhaling your scent. “Eddie just bite me.”

He dives in. He rips open your skin a little more roughly than he usually does. He is groaning into your wound as he drinks up all your blood. You can feel it running down your neck, spilling out of his mouth. His dick is twitching from where it rests in your hand, demanding your attention. He clamps down harder into your neck when you start jerking him off again, his hips twitching up into you while he moans. He pulls his fangs from your skin and starts licking the blood that dripped down your neck, flattening his tongue against your neck as he licks a stripe up your neck.

He brings his head up to look at you and he’s a mess. Behind his hooded eyes, his pupils are insanely dilated and his irises are still red. Strands of his hair are stuck in the blood that's smeared around his lips, his bangs pushed up and messy on his forehead from how he was trying to bury himself in your neck. He kisses you and you can feel your warm blood on your face, staining you. You can taste the copper in your mouth as you suck on his tongue, taking everything he’s giving you. 

His breathing speeds up as you lick around his mouth, drinking up the rest of your blood. His eyelids flutter as they roll back and close. His lips tremble before he bites into them, licking up some more of your blood in the process. “I- fuck me. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum, baby. Shit.” 

His hands leave you and his hips thrust up into the air as he reaches his peak. He lifts you slightly off the couch in the motion due to his newfound strength. It’s the same reason he refuses to touch you while he cums, he loses control. 

You take a quick glance around the room, keeping in mind to keep your hand moving. You spot Steve, his chest heaving and eyes blown wide as he stares at Eddie. You turn your gaze back to Eddie and have to agree with his fascination because watching Eddie cum is the most beautiful thing ever. 

His head is thrown back exposing his neck and the streaks of your blood that have dried there. His adam's apple jumps in time with his silent moans and groans while his hips buck into your hand. His eyes are squeezed shut, eyebrows drawn in as his hands grip the couch. The sight has your hips twitching against his leg. 

Eddie’s moans slow to a stop and his hips stutter as they come down. His gasping for air and bringing his hands back to your hips, trying to pull you closer to him. You tuck him back into his pants and scoot up his lap. You kiss his cheek quickly before bringing you cum-covered hand up to his face. “Look at the mess you made, Eddie.”

His eyes are on you with a delirious look as they slowly fade back to brown. “So sorry, sweetness.” 

You hum at him in response before licking up your palm, you make sure to get between your fingers as you watch him. You see something flash in his eyes and he tries to press his hips into again but whimpers in sensitivity when he comes in contact with your pussy. 

“So tasty, Eds.” You giggle at him as he drops his head in your chest. He kisses you sternum, then your throat, then your lips. 

“Mm I think you taste better, sweetheart.” He says with a loving smile, his dimple making an appearance. You giggle and hug him tightly. 

“Maybe… You’re gonna have to give me another taste someday.” You wink at him as he blushes. 

His mind already racing with scenarios. 

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