#difficult task but definitely not impossible

[hoiststowline]

_ultra magnus x reader

distraction is scarcely a term within Magnus’ vocabulary. while he may be momentarily pulled from the task at hand due to unanticipated circumstances, he’s never found himself sidetracked by conversations or situations beyond his control. he’s learned to cast any and all doubts aside for the sake of the mission, consistently and constantly in search of the same goal he’s chased for many years. 

you’ve mostly, if not entirely disrupted and turned upside down his definition of adhering to a straight-lined, point a to point b schedule. in normal circumstances, such an interruption would have him seeing red, infuriated with himself that he was so easily cornered and strong-armed into yielding to such uncontrollable emotions.

how he’s ever previously labeled you a distraction was in poor judgment, and something he’d take back immediately if ever granted the chance. you don’t know he’d internally called you such, perhaps you never will- but it still carries guilt each time the memory crosses his path. you are a welcomed change of pace, a well received relief that has breached his gruff exterior and stiff personality. others cannot see what lies beneath, accustomed to his bluntness and unable to bypass his anti-social mannerisms. 

the harder he pushed you away, finding himself undeserving of your kindness, the more you retaliated and laboriously persisted. always gentle, but standing firm in trying to breach his armor to find the long stowed away compassion. little did you know, it was always there, reserved for someone special, never able to deny you in the minutest of situations. 

“That is now the fourth time you have woken yourself up,” Magnus rumbles somewhere above you, the servo that was draped over your legs curls a little more protectively around your form. “If you are tired, rest.” 

it’s extremely difficult to not succumb to the desire of sleep when he is so warm, the hum of his systems practically coaxing your eyes to slip shut. this always appeared to be the end result after a well-deserved reunion, exhaustion consuming you after setting sleep aside for a prolonged time, if only to spend the maximum amount of hours awake with him. last time you checked, it was nearly three am, and if Magnus was aware of the hour, he’d certainly be lecturing you on the importance of a good night's rest, even if his desire to remain by your side is just as potent.

“Are you going to?” you whisper, wondering if he purposely turned out all of the lights to his room, a ploy to drag you further into the clutches of sleep. 

there’s a blink of silence before he answers. “Am I going to what?” 

after poorly stifling a yawn, you attempt to tilt your head rearward to catch his expression. as expected, he’s peering down at you curiously, a simple raise of his brow alerting you all you need to know. 

“Sleep.” you return, head now resting on his upper torso as your palm splays overtop the servo at your front. “When’s the last time you got some rest?” 

a curt ex-vent is answer enough, but he still responds. “I hardly can discern how that is correlated to the matter in question.” 

“That probably means it’s been a while,” as your words begin to meld together, your focus returns to its original spot, the seams of Magnus’ digit as he draws absentminded shapes across the length of your leg. 

“A deal, then?” he hums, and you can feel him moving behind you, carefully lowering himself in full to the berth. 

you find yourself heavy-lidded once more as he runs his lips over your shoulder, then up to your neck, and lastly placing the third kiss at the crown of your head. every time, as if like clockwork, he always deposits the same three kisses in the same three places, an endeavor to try and get you to sleep. 

“I will,” he mumbles, nearly stumbling as you bundle into his side, impossibly tiny fingers grabbing at any plating that was within reach. as if he wasn’t quite close enough, needing him to be within reach at all times. “If you do the same.” 

“Oh…okay.”  and when he finally presumes you’ve drifted off, you slip a little deeper into his slide, kissing the top of his servo in one last unspoken good night.

[painted-bees]

I've mentioned a few times that Raf doesn't have a very fond opinion of Margie's parents [even...or maybe especially...after meeting them and seeing first-hand how they regard her and her passions, and choices, and accomplishments, etc], and he can't really connect with her older sister genuinely, because she's just...incapable of being normal about him, apparently.

But Raf gets along really, really well with Margie's younger brother, Benji. Benji's just a chill autistic guy who lives with the parents, smokes weed and plays video games when he doesn't have work. He's never really had to grow up and doesn't want to--but is a hard worker despite this. So long as you tell him what to do, he'll just do it without complaining--even if the task is insane. And he'll do a good job of it. He and Raf have this in common lmao (though Raf has his own initiatives/goals that he'll prioritise and is a lot more proactive--whereas Benji very much needs to be put in front of a task or have a goal dictated to him by someone else, as he won't take that initiative himself.)

Like Margie, Benji sees Raf as Just A Guy... and, like Margie, suffers a lot of second hand embarassment over the weird fixation/intense vibes their older sister, Liza, presents in her behavior towards Raf. Benji's room doubles as a place for Raf to hide when he needs some space--because Benji's energy doesn't sap the life out of him the way the rest of Margie's family does. They'll just hit a bong, sit back, listen to Iron Maiden or Judas Priest or w/e on Benji's sweet stereo system and Raf is chill to just watch Benji play whatever game he's got going on the playstation.

Thanks to this, Raf gets to know Benji better than he gets to know any other member of Margie's family, and they get talking about a lot of different things.

One of the conversations that sticks with him, I think, is one where Benji explains that he and Margie always swore off the whole "growing up" thing and agreed they'd always act like kids together without letting the world turn them into bitter, boring, joyless adults. As kids, they attribute "growing up" with all the things that made their older sister and parents kinda unfun and difficult to relate to.

When Margie was kicked out of the house and made to live on her own, Benji was genuinely concerned that the world was just gonna beat all the fun and joy out of her, and that she'd come back home one day as a dull, boring, joyless adult that he barely recognized. And he thanks Raf for finding her out there and giving her a place where she doesn't have to be anything other than Margie.

Usually Raf would argue that Margie has grown up...quite significantly--even just during the time he's known her. But he recognizes that this isn't what Benji means when he talks about "growing up" and "adulthood". Benji's definition of 'being an adult' is more akin to Raf's experience with adulthood; poisoned by pessimism, burnout, characterized by passionless incurioisity and bogged down by an oppressive, unyeilding self-loathing and fatigue. All due to the fruitless endeavor of trying to fullfill an impossible role imposed upon him by the uncaring population of his environment.

In honesty, the very first thing he noticed about Margie--before he had even heard her play music--was a certain je ne sais quoi, a joyful whimsy, youthful gentleness, whatever the hell you want to call it. It's what spurred him to reach out to her in the train station, very first time they met.

It was hard to imagine Margie without it. In truth, once Raf had sensed it, he didn't want to let it go. It was a subconscious thing, he didn't understand what he was dealing with at the time. But he'd have never agreed to go for coffee nor to meet with her again--if not for that precious sense of raw joy and wonder that she emitted so effortlessly. It was an endangered animal to him. And ever since meeting her, his life has become centered around preserving and nourishing it in her--and recapturing it within himself.

He has no way of knowing if Margie could have ever lost it, regardless of whether he showed up in her life or not. He errs towards the belief that she'd have always retained it--it's just too much a core part of her personality to bend to the environment like that. But he's really happy to have the luck--and the means--to foster and feed that part of her. Benji will never be without his fun-loving, joyful dorky sister. Raf hopes the same is true for himself, as well.

[sunnydbeam]

I wonder what Alpha would look like laughing

He can't laugh he's dead inside /j

[p1astr81]

Trying to beat best friend lando at the racing sims by sitting on oscars lap so he can do the pedals and him getting hard mid game

so I may have gotten a bit carried away… smut!! you’re responsible for the content you consume!! dom!reader (if you squint), sub!oscar (if you squint), oral (m!receiving), semi public sex

“Ugh! It’s not fair! This is your job!” You complain, having been beaten by Lando for the third time on the sim.

He brought you to the mtc, wanting to give you a tour. You’ve now spent more than an hour racing each other on the development sims.

Lando laughed. “Sorry, I’m just better than you.”

“I can steer. I just can’t get the breaking points right.” You grumble, slumping into the seat with your arms crossed.

“Wanna go again?” He asked.

You thought for a moment. Then an idea popped in your head. You smirked. “Yeah, but I’ll be back.”

Lando expected you to be gone for a couple minutes, not ten. And he certainly didn’t expect to see Oscar trailing in the room behind you.

“Alright what are you up to?” Lando asked impatiently.

Beaming, your eyes drifted from Oscar to Lando. “Your very nice teammate has agreed to help me beat you.” You laid a hand on his bicep.

“He can’t race for you! That’s cheating.”

You frowned. Then, “okay. So he does the pedals and I do the steering.” You shrugged, peering up at Oscar for confirmation.

He blinked, hesitant to agree knowing that would mean you’d be sat on his lap. It was risky. He already had a thing for you. But it also meant you’d be close to him. And it meant making you happy.

So he agreed.

“Perfect!” You cheered and Lando rolled his eyes.

You let Oscar get situated before finding your seat on his lap. “Can you see?” You twisted over your shoulder to ask.

Your faces were too close. Your hair smelt too good. The heat of your body as you back was pressed against his chest was impossible to ignore. He swallowed nervously and nodded.

Try as he might, he realized a couple laps in that his task was going to be very difficult. You squirmed in his lap with every turn you made, leaning with the wheel. He tried so, so hard to tune it out.

Focus on the pedals. Focus on the pedals. Focus on the pedals. He told himself over and over again.

But it didn’t help. The stimulation was too much. He felt his dick get harder and harder with every movement you made. And he could do nothing but wish on the stars above that you couldn’t feel it.

Eventually, he held your hips in place, fearing he’d cum in his jeans if you continued to squirm. “Try not to move so much. You’ll have more control if you stay in one place.” He told you. Not a full lie, but definitely a coverup.

And thank god, you listened.

You lost, again. But not by much. Only by two seconds instead of twenty seconds.

“Hey, we don’t make a bad team.” You laughed, a hand clasped around his bicep. “Yeah.” He laughed, slightly breathless.

When you got off his lap, your ass cruelly brushed against the bulge in his pants. He bit back a gasp, coughing instead. “I’ve got to meet Tom. I’ll see you guys.” He waved, leaving the room as fast as he could.

“Oh,” you frowned. “He forgot his water bottle.” You plucked it from where it sat on the ground next to the sim rig, following him out to the hallway.

He heard you call after him and cursed under his breath. He played it cool, smiling.

The water bottle was held out to him. “You forgot his.” Your face was accented with a mischievous smirk. He took the bottle from your hands, muttering a thanks. “Oh and uhm,” you called again when he started to walk away. You closed the gap again, dropping your voice. “Sorry for that problem I’ve caused you.”

Heat pooled up his neck and colored his face a dark crimson. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to happen. I hope you’re not upset. I just-“

“Don’t worry, it’s natural, isn’t it?” You cut him off, laughing. “But you’ve also got the same affect on me.” You told him, your seductive voice rushing more of his blood down south. You took a step forward. “You know…” you started, taking another step. “I can make up an excuse.” Another step. “Tell him I’m tired.” Step. “Or hungry.” Step. “And you could… take me home.” And step. You were directly in front of him now, almost touching, batting your lashes up at him.

He faced the ceiling, not believing his eyes nor his ears. “Oh, fuck.” He whispered.

You giggled. “If that’s what you want.”

He hesitated, and then, “shouldn’t I take you to dinner first?”

Smiling, you shook your head. “Your mother raised you right, but no, you don’t have to.”

He paused. “But can I?”

Your smiled brightened, and you turned back in the direction of the sim room. “Wait for me!” You called back.

“Hey, I’m kinda hungry and I know you’ve still got something with Zak so Oscar’s just gonna take me home.” You told Lando. He had no reason to suspect anything, not when your smile was so innocent.

He shrugged. “Thats fine. Tell him I said thanks.”

You bit back a laugh. “Will do.”

Oscar’s car was nice, like Lando’s but with cushier seats. “I did it on purpose.” You confessed. His brows shot up, eyes widened. “Well, not at first. But when I felt how hard you were against my ass and heard how hard you were trying not to make any noise… I couldn’t help but tease you a little—push you to see if you’d slip up.”

He breathed out, an attempt at a laugh. He was in disbelief. “I underestimated you.”

“As did I. I didn’t know you felt that way about me.”

“I meant I underestimated your innocence.”

You grinned. “Turn left up here.”

His brows furrowed. “But that’s-“

“Just turn left.” You chuckled.

He did as you told. “You listen so well.” You teased, a hand finding his thigh. His breath hitched. “Can I tell you something?” You asked after a moment. He nodded. “I always thought you were handsome.” Your hand trailed up his torso, feeling his abs tense. “With this hair,” you ran a hand through the messy strands. “and all your freckles,” your hand cupped his cheek, running your thumb over his cheekbones. “and this jawline.” You traced it with a finger before placing a kiss to it. Pink lipgloss was left in place of your lips. You smiled at the sight.

“You’re very distracting.” His voice was uneven, and the strain of his pants was getting more uncomfortable by the second.

You continued kissing down his neck. “Am I?”

“Yes.” You felt the vibration of his voice against your lips.

“So find a place to pull over.”

The area was secluded, lying outside of the city. He pulled the car into some parking lot in front of the football fields, far from the main street and secluded by tall grass planes. He shut the car off, cutting the headlights.

You wasted no time in freeing his dick from his pants. “You wanted me this bad?” You teased with an evil grin. He nodded, not caring how desperate it looked. Not when your hand was wrapped around the base of his cock.

You didn’t even need anything extra, his cock was already slick with pre-cum, making it easy for your hand to give him tantalizingly slow strokes.

He bucked up into your hand, his head thrown back. “Shit, please,” he gasped.

“Hm? Please what Osc? You’ll have to be more specific. I’m not a mind reader.” You chuckled cruelly, fully knowing what you were doing to him. The sight of him losing himself just from your hand was making you dizzy.

He groaned, hands balled into fists. “Please, suck me off or just… anything! Please, oh fuck! Please!” He gasped as your strokes sped up.

“You want my mouth on you?”

“Yes! Please, baby!”

You pouted, feigning sympathy, and kissed his cheek. “Since you asked so nicely…”

“Ah! Yes!” He moaned as he felt your lips wrap around his lip, tongue darting out to lick up the underside of his cock.

You sunk deeper and deeper on him, earning louder moans and groans with each inch. If anyone where around, they’d surely hear them from outside the car.

“Oh fuck, you’re perfect.” He praised, bucking his hips into your mouth to hear you gag around his length.

You continued to suck him off, cheeks hollowing around the length of him, your tongue continuing to run along the underside. “You’re- hmm, ah! Shit!” He whined when your hand went to play with his balls, whatever way he was going to praise you flying out the window.

His hand settled on the back of your head, tangling in the strands. He didn’t do anything, though. No pushing or directing the frequency at which you were sucking him off. It was just there, perhaps so he could feel at least a little in control.

When his moans turned to whines, you knew he was close. He confirmed as much with a desperate, “‘m gonna cum!” Followed by thick ropes shooting down your throat. You swallowed every drop.

He slumped against the seat, breathing heavy while looking at you like you were a slice of his favorite cake.

“How about that dinner and then I’ll take you back to mine for dessert?”

[amiableness]

Tulips BONUS

THIS IS A BONUS CHAPTER TO TULIPS 🤍

Pairing: Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sirius and reader forget to lock the door, and Remus walks in on them having sex.

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: SMUT! Rem walks in on Sirius and Reader, oral (fem receiving), p in v, and a smidge of possessiveness and jealousy.

A/N 💌 This has taken me so long and I apologize! I would also like to say that smut is not my strong suit, so I sincerely apologize is this sucks. Also thank you to @moonlightspencie for all the ideas! Love you all!

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If you had been in your right mind, you would have felt guilty. It wasn’t like you to make plans and ditch them without any notice. You could almost hear Remus’s disappointed sigh, and you knew that once you snapped out of your daze, the guilt would hit hard. But in this moment, with Sirius's lips gently nipping at your neck and his soft kisses soothing away the sting, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. The warmth of his breath against your skin and the tender way he murmured your name made it impossible to think of anything else. The world outside of his dorm simply didn’t exist.

The sheets of his bed are strewed about, and the coolness to them is long gone. He’s propped up beside you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. It had only been a few months since the two of you had gotten together, and his hazy effect on you had yet to fade. All he had to do was smile at you; you were putty in his hands. Sirius’s hands traced lazy patterns on your back, each touch sending shivers of pleasure through you.

You reassured yourself that you and Remus could always reschedule the study session for another night.

“S’pretty, angel.” Sirius murmurs softly as he pulls back, his breath warm against your skin. He drags his thumb slowly along your jawline, his touch gentle yet possessive. He watches the way your chest rises and falls, your breathing ragged and uneven. A smug smile tugs at the corners of his lips, knowing that he’s hardly done anything and yet, you’re already so worked up. The intensity of your reaction to his slightest touch fuels his confidence, making him want to tease you even more.

"Sirius," You whisper, your voice coming out much needier than you intended. The vulnerability in your tone is impossible to hide, but Sirius eats it up, his eyes darkening with desire. He revels in the effect he has on you, his smile widening as he leans in closer, the air between you charged with unspoken longing. “Touch me. Please.”

"I am touching you." He responds, his voice low and teasing. His hand trails down your body, fingers grazing your skin before pinching lightly at the outer flesh of your thigh, sending a jolt of sensation through you.

Your lips part in a gasp, and you quickly purse them, trying to regain control over your reaction. “You know what I mean.” 

“I wanna hear you say it.” He grins and for a second, you feel too shy to tell him what you need. But Sirius gazes at you with such intense love and desire that it leaves you breathless and lessens the sting of embarrassment. 

“I want you to finger me.” Your cheeks heat furiously, a an apprehensive look spreading across your face. Your fingers absentmindedly fiddle with the buttons on Sirius's shirt, the small task a futile attempt to steady your racing heart. The smooth fabric and cool buttons provide a comforting distraction. It wasn’t like he hadn’t touched you before. He definitely had, but summoning the confidence to ask for something like that was difficult for you still.

“That’s my girl.” Sirius praises, leaning forward to place a sweet kiss against your lips, as if to reward you for asking for what you wanted. 

When his lips met yours, it wasn’t rough or fast—it was gentle and soft, as if he wanted to take all the time in the world with you. He brushed his lips against yours with exquisite tenderness, his hands slipping into your hair and tangling in the strands, relishing the feeling of you pressed against him. His kisses were tender and unhurried, each one sending waves of warmth through you, making you melt into him completely. The sensation of his lips moving slowly against yours was intoxicating, drawing you deeper into the moment.

He shifted, his body covering yours, as he pressed soft kisses to your lips and then down to your neck, each touch filled with a tenderness that made your heart swell. You could feel his love and care in every movement.

He brushed his lips against yours, mumbling about how much he loved kissing you, making you smile against his lips. His hands trailed over your body, barely touching your skin but enough to leave goosebumps in their wake. When he reached your hips, he gave a gentle squeeze, eliciting a soft gasp from you. Sitting up, he used one arm to bring you up with him, his strength both comforting and exhilarating. He shifted so you were now sat in his lap, your thighs bracketing his.

You couldn't fathom how you had gone so long without kissing Sirius; now that he was yours, you never wanted it to stop. His hands trailed along your thighs, squeezing and massaging the flesh every so often, sending shivers through you. The way he touched you was both playful and reverent, making you feel cherished and desired in a way you had never experienced before.

"Sirius." You sighed softly, the sound carrying a mixture of affection and longing. You pulled back just enough to rest your forehead against his, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours. His hands gently cradled your face, his touch tender and reassuring, as if he wanted to memorize every contour..

"Yeah, angel?" He asked softly, his voice filled with tenderness and a touch of eagerness. His eyes bore into yours, brimming with love and a hint of mischief, ready to give you anything you asked for.

“I need more.”

“Arms up, baby.” He told you as he pulled your shirt over your head, tossing it to the ground. Watching his eyes raking up and down your body made you dizzy. You let his eyes take in your body before tugging at the hem of his shirt, silently telling him that you wanted it off. Your chance to admire him, drag your fingertips over the dips and ridges of him, and listen to the way his breath hitched in his throat.

After years of pining after you, he could still hardly believe that he had his dream girl sitting on top of him and looking at him with so much love and desire. What did he ever do to deserve this? To deserve you?

“You’re fucking beautiful.” He mumbles as he slips his fingers under your white bra straps, letting them fall down your shoulders. His eyes tracked the movement, and you smiled softly at the way he watched you with so much admiration.

"Thank you. You're pretty beautiful too." You tease softly, circling your arms around his neck. Sirius responds with a devastating smile, his eyes sparkling with mischief and affection. You're so close that your noses nearly touch, the intimate proximity making your heart race. He places a quick, playful kiss on your nose, and the giggle you let out is pathetically lovesick.

"Damn right." He mumbles with a playful smirk, making you laugh.

You are about to reach around your back to rid yourself of your bra when Sirius stops you. Shooting you a cocky grin, he pushes your hands away from your bra to do it himself. The second your bra falls, Sirius lets out a curse. It has been months since you two first slept together, but every time he sees your body, it’s like the first time.

He swears that your tits are the most beautiful he’s ever seen. If he didn’t already know he was in love with you, that would be his clue.

His mouth closed around your nipple, biting gently, ripping a gasp from your throat. Your back arched into his chest to give him better access. His arm wraps around your waist to haul you closer to him. Beneath you, you could feel how quickly this was turning him on. His hair was wild from when you had your fingers running through his hair. Soft sighs were filling the room as he licked and sucked, alternating between both of your tits. The wetness between your legs was growing more apparent as he touched you.

He grabbed your waist and moved you off of his lap, pushing you down so that you were laid out underneath him. His hands slipped under the waistband of your skirt, tugging it down, bringing your underwear with them. Your first reaction was to close your legs, still shy at the idea of him seeing you like this. But he gently placed his hands on your knees and pushed them apart, whispering soft praises to you as he did so.

You sat up as he stood at the end of his bed, slipping his pants down. Wetness pooled between your thighs as his cock was released from his underwear. You weren’t sure you would ever get used to seeing him like this. A quick kiss was placed on your lips before his fingers brushed against your collarbone, pushing you back on the bed. With your back against the pillows and your legs spread, he finally got to look at all of you. All bare and glistening, and he swore he had never been harder in his life. He glanced up at you, asking for permission, and you nodded. Pressing kisses from your ankles to between your thighs, he slowly made his way to where you wanted him most.

“S’wet for me, love.” You could only answer with a whimper as trailed his fingers over your clit, causing you to sigh in pleasure. He was gentle, carefully watching your reaction as he teased you. 

He moved slowly as he began to circle your clit, taking his time to warm you up. His eyes flickered back to you, drinking in the sight of your head pressed back against the pillows, your eyes closed, and soft sighs falling from your lips. The gentle rise and fall of your chest and the way your body responded to his touch filled him with a mix of tenderness and desire.

Watching you laid out in his sheets, withering in pleasure, all because of him? It caused heat to build in his stomach as he considered the idea of this being his forever. He could spend the rest of his life worshipping you like this, and he hoped to Godric you would let him.

The moan you let out was pornographic when he replaced his fingers with his mouth, letting his tongue slide along your pussy. From the bottom to the top, he licked through your folds. You could feel yourself dripping down onto the sheets, but you knew he wouldn’t care about the mess you were making.

You knew there was no way you would last long. Between the way his fingers pumped in and out of you so deliciously and the way he sucked and licked at your clit so gently was driving you crazy. With your back arched and your head tossed back into his pillows, you whimpered out a plea for him to stop.

Sirius had pulled away from you instantly, worry etched across his features. The last thing he wanted was to do something that made you uncomfortable.“What’s wrong, angel?”

“Fuck. Nothing’s wrong,” You had to clear your throat in order to get the words out. “I just-” Sirius thumbed at your hip to comfort you, watching as you shifted so you were holding yourself up by your elbows and looking down at him.

“Can you fuck me?” Your voice trembled softly, your eyes flickering nervously between his. Sirius wanted to cry. Could you get any more perfect?

He didn’t trust his voice, so he said nothing, just leaned down to kiss your stomach before reaching beside the bed. He dug around in his drawer before grabbing a condom and ripping at the foil packet with his teeth. You sent him a soft smile, watching as he rolled the condom over his length and situated himself so he was between your legs.

Once settled, Sirius tenderly brushed a lock of your hair behind your ear and leaned in, resting his forehead against yours.

"Y’okay?" He asked, his voice laced with concern as he searched your eyes. You offered him a reassuring smile, feeling his warmth and care in the way he looked at you. 

His hands wrapped securely around your ankles, the warmth of his touch pulling you closer across the soft, rumpled sheets. Laughter bubbled from you uncontrollably as he leaned in, planting a trail of tender kisses across your cheeks and forehead. The sound of your giggles subsided, replaced by a moment of quiet intensity as he leaned back, his gaze locking onto yours with a mixture of affection and desire. Your heart raced at the way he looked at you, and without hesitation, you reached up, threading your fingers through his hair, gently guiding his face back down to meet yours in a lingering kiss.

The kiss quickly deepened into an intense exchange, each of you vying for control. Sirius’s hand brushed against the side of your body, trailing down to reach between your legs while the other held himself above you. Your lips parted into a gasp when he brushed against your clit, and he took the opportunity to kiss you harder.

There was no way you could attempt to lead the kiss with Sirius brushing circles over your clit. You could hardly even think really. How could you when it was Sirius that was between your legs?

He pulled away to sit up, gently repositioning you until you were situated at the edge of the bed. His palms circled your ankles, pushing back on your legs until you were bent in half for him. Pussy fully on displayed for him. A satisfied hum emanated from his throat as he brought his fingers back to slide through your wetness.

And it wasn’t long before his cock replaced his fingers, teasing your clit before sliding the tip inside you.

At the feeling, both of you let out satisfied moans. Sirius quickly grabbed your hands and intertwined your fingers before fully pushing inside of you slowly. “Godric,” He was nearly gone. “So fucking perfect.” All you could do was moan in response.

His thrusts began slow, sliding in and out of you at an agonizing pace, making you cry out at him to go faster. He didn’t listen.

“You look so pretty getting fucked,” He reached his right hand down, using his thumb to rub against your clit in the slowest circles. “You’re doing such a good job, sweetheart.”

If you hadn’t been so fucked out, you would’ve been embarrassed at hearing how wet you were. Your cries were desperate, pathetic. And if you were more coherent, you might have admitted that you weren't doing anything at all—it was all him. But you couldn't find it in you to complain.

“Faster. I need you to go faster.” You voice was as desperate as you felt.

“I’m being romantic. Fucking you nice and slow.” Sirius grins at the unimpressed look you send him.

“Fuck me harder. Romantically.”

Sirius laughs, but obliges you. Dragging his cock through your cunt just a little bit faster, a little bit rougher. If your reaction is any indication, the change in pace is perfect for you.

He watches, mesmerized as your tits bounced with the pace he was setting and the way your head was thrown to the side, eyes closed, and lips parted for your desperate moans to slip through.

His left hand traced the curve of your side, pausing to squeeze your side, traveling further down until he gripped your hip. It didn’t take long for the view of you fucked out and desperate underneath him for him to lose his patience. There was only so much he could take of watching your pussy take him him so well before he decided this pace wasn’t nearly enough.

When he slipped out of you, you desperately cried in protest. But with a light slap on your outer thigh, he encouraged you to flip over. You relaxed into the sheets, content to burry your cheek against his crumbled comforter. Sirius seemed just as content as he drags him fingers down your spine, both his palms coming up to massage and knead at your ass. Your skin prickled with goosebumps as he placed as kiss on your lower back, right at the swell of your ass.

Impatient, you wiggled your hips, “Sirius, please.”

“Just admiring my view, angel.”

“I need-” Your words die on your tongue as you feel his cock push past your folds, entering your without any resistance. He doesn’t hold back this time, eager to set a more brutal pace. The sounds filling the room are obscene, and he realizes that this is the first time you two are having sex where it isn’t considered making love. But he can safely admit that he loves all versions of sex with you equally.

Lifting yourself up so your back was pressed against him and your neck was exposed so he could press kisses against you. His arms slid around your waist, his right hand going up to grab at your tits as he nipped at your neck. Your legs felt shaky as he held you up and against him. The moans that filled your ears being this close to him drove you crazy. You didn’t think you would ever get used to hearing him like this. So fucked out and close to coming.

“Love, please go harder.”

“You want me to fuck you harder, baby?” You babbled incoherently in response, making Sirius grin.

“Beg me, sweetheart.”

“Fuck, Sirius! Please, I need more of your cock. I want you to take me, be rough with me.”

He pushed you forward, forcing you back on all fours. You let out a loud ‘fuck’ when he shoved his cock back into you, not sure how long you could hold yourself up. His hands gripped your hips tightly, keeping you in place, and he slid his cock in and out of you, the room filling with both of your moans.

“Is that what you wanted, baby? Wanted to be fucked harder?”

As he quickened his pace, you stuck your ass in the air and pressed your cheek against the bed, raising your arms above your head as he fucked you. Your fingers were tangled in the sheets, and you knew anyone walking by could probably hear you. Out of all the times you had been with a guy, you didn’t think you had ever been this loud. Each time he thrust into you, you let out a high-pitched moan, unable to stop yourself.

So focused on the feeling of Sirius fucking you within an inch of your life you don’t notice the door open. With your cheek buried in the sheets, you didn't hear anything, nor did you see Remus standing there, his features displaying a mixture of shock and jealousy. But Sirius did. For a moment, he faltered, eyes locking with Remus's in silent astonishment. Then your protests filled the room, snapping his attention back to you.

“I want you to cum in me, baby. Please.” Your voice was wrecked, the strain evident in every word, and Sirius’s eyes widened in surprise at your unexpected request. It was a shift he hadn't anticipated. He glanced up, catching Remus's intense glare, his expression a mix of disbelief and anger, before Remus abruptly turned on his heel and slammed the door shut behind him. The suddenness of Remus's exit left Sirius momentarily bewildered. 

How had you not noticed? Were you that fucked out for him?

Remus had stood there no less than ten seconds. And maybe it was because there was no way he had seen you. Not with the way you were angled and how Sirius had you pressed into the sheets. 

But a sense of smug satisfaction began to creep over him—tinged with possessiveness. Maybe Remus would back the fuck off now that he saw how desperate you were for his cock. How wrecked and desperate you were, eager to be filled with his cum. And while he couldn’t because he was wearing a condom—Remus didn’t know that. The next time he saw you, he knew Remus would only be able to think about how fucked out you were for a guy that wasn’t him.

He knew he would have to tell you what happened, but right now, with you begging so sweetly for him. He couldn’t resist.

He fucked you rough. Eager to hear your whimpers and cries as he buried himself deep inside of you, pushing you further and further toward the edge. Maybe it was fucked up; how he was turned on by the idea of Remus knowing that you got so desperate for him.

But he couldn’t help it. You were his. And he liked the idea of everyone knowing that. Especially  Remus, who was still very much in love with you.

“Sirius, I’m getting close,” You whined, your voice shaky as he pounded into you. “Gonna cum!”

“Shit. Cum on my cock, sweetheart.” You knew you could let go, he sounded like he wasn’t far behind you. You could tell by his quickened pace and sloppy thrusts.

When you felt him grab your hips hard and pound into you a few more times, you knew you could let go with him.

“Sirius! Yes, I-”

“I know, fuck. I’m gonna cum.” At that admission, your back arches as you feel your pussy squeeze around him. The moans leaving you were beyond loud, and you hoped to Godric no one had heard you.

“Fuck.” He grunted as he thrust one final time into you before squeezing your hips tightly. The feeling of him twitching inside you sent you over the edge. You let go, pleasure coursing through you as you felt your whole body shake as the feeling shot through your entire body.

“Jesus, baby.” Sirius mumbled as his head dropped to your back. You let out a giggle, understanding how fucked out he was feeling.

He slowly slid out, falling onto the bed next to you. You let your hips drop, moving so that you were on your side facing him. You were both breathing hard and knew you would need a shower and clean sheets after this.

"I love you. So much." You tell him earnestly, your voice brimming with sincerity. Sirius smiles softly at you, his heart squeezing at the sight of your messy hair and flushed cheeks. He reaches out, gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering.

"I love you too, angel." He murmurs, his voice filled with warmth and affection.

Now, he just had to break the news about Remus.

[wife-of-all-dilfs]

bioluminescence | b. blake

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summary: season one — you thought all bellamy blake wanted was sex and other women, but when you sneak outside of the camp walls at night, bioluminescent plants are not the only shocking discovery you make, and not everyone is happy about it.

warnings: fluff, swearing, jealousy, mention of sexual themes, (L/N) use, roma

pairing: bellamy blake x reader

word count: 4.1k

Sleep was a rare luxury after you and the other Ark prisoners were sent to Earth, especially since you were all crowded in a small camp surrounding the drop ship. Teenage hormones, anger, violence, and trauma were not a great combination for peace. So, it was either crying, fistfights, or the incessant moans of couples who couldn't keep it in their pants for more than five minutes that usually kept you awake at night.

You were certain it was Bellamy Blake and his two model-looking female companions who were often to blame for that last subject. Although to everyone in the camp, it was very obvious that their relationship was solely physical, neither Roma nor Bree seemed to appreciate when other women talked, interacted with, or even sat near him. Clarke was a heavy target because of her co-leadership with Bellamy. And so were you.

You were within the inner circle, the informal 'Earth council'. You were also handy with a rifle and knowledgeable in tracking, so it wasn't exactly surprising whenever Bellamy took you with him on various missions and hunts. Sometimes though, he would bring you with him even if the task wasn't within your skillset—those were the times you were left feeling a little confused.

Nevertheless, a small friendship sprung from it. You weren't best buddies, but you weren't opposed to each other's company either. That was a big no-no to Roma and Bree and they frequently expressed that fact through passive-aggressive tactics.

This night was no different from others. Thankfully, it was the never-ending fistfights that kept you awake instead of other's carnal endeavours. You opened the flap of your tent and stepped out into the crisp air; autumn was definitely approaching. Hugging your jacket closer to your body, you looked around the camp, unsure of where to wait out the commotion. Everywhere was taken, so you decided a brief walk in the woods wouldn't hurt. Well, you hoped it wouldn't. At least if the Grounders killed you, you would finally get some undisturbed rest.

As you made your way over to one of the fence-wall openings, you ran smack-bang into a barely dressed girl with long brown hair. Roma.

"Watch where you're going, bitch," she spat, scrutinising your appearance from top to bottom.

Ignoring her lovely remark, you eyed her jeans and the way her upper half was only covered by a grey sports bra. "Aren't you cold?"

"Not now I'm not." She smirked, eyes flickering to Bellamy's tent.

You grimaced. I so didn't need to know that.

Right on cue, Bellamy emerged from his tent, fully clothed. He scanned the surroundings before his hardened gaze briefly landed on Roma and then settled on you; it was impossible to miss the way his face softened when your eyes met. Strange.

"Jealous?" she asked, regaining your attention.

"Unlikely."

You brushed past her, though she made an effort to forcefully knock your shoulder and spit another curse at you. Classy.

Bellamy took a step toward you. "Hey—"

But you simply moved past him, continuing toward the wall and saying, "A real gem you've got yourself there."

At least Bree was all bark and no bite.

You could hear him sigh as the distance between you both grew.

Truth be told, you were a little jealous. An unfortunate truth but still a truth all the same. You knew you were beginning to feel something deeper for Bellamy and it was becoming difficult listening to other girls brag about their nights with him. Not like you would ever tell him though—he wasn't a relationship type of guy and as far as you could tell, his feelings for you were platonic.

Never mind. You could settle for his friendship... for now.

You had made it outside the camp walls. At first, you planned on circling the fence for a while, but when your eyes caught on something glowing from the opposite side of a tree, you strayed from your path. Rounding the tree's trunk, you found a glowing neon-pink flower; the species of which you were unsure, but it was beautiful. Then, in your peripheral vision, there was something else lighting up your vision, something blue this time. There was another flower just a few trees away.

And again, you walked over to the strange plant, only to find yourself now on a journey that kept leading to more and more glowing flowers the deeper into the woods you trekked. They were almost everywhere and at this point, you were practically running with an excited grin on your face. In the near distance, numerous radiant colours lit up an area covered by a thick cluster of trees. You wove yourself through branches and leaves, pushing your way into the bright section of the woods.

Once you emerged from the trees, amazement morphed into your expression. You had stepped into a small meadow filled with glowing flowers of various colours that covered the forest floor. There were countless species, but they all shared the same mesmerising radiance. Much to your disbelief, there were even electric blue luminous butterflies that concealed the tree trunks and fluttered in the air.

"Bioluminescence," you whispered to yourself.

It was so beautiful, you could have cried.

Maybe you should just leave the camp and build a hut here. It would certainly beat living with the others.

As you moved further into the small clearing, the butterflies flew closer around you. Holding out an arm, one butterfly tentatively circled your hand before landing in your palm. You laughed in amazement, watching as the small creature curiously crawled across your hand and ticked your skin. Okay, that settled it—you were definitely a Disney princess.

The sound of branches snapping and leaves rustling suddenly pulled you from your amazement; it was coming from where you had entered the clearing. You reached down to your belt only to find the knife holster on it empty. Of course, you didn't bring your knife. You had left the camp's safety and didn't even think to bring a weapon. So stupid.

Before you could reprimand yourself any further, a tall figure emerged from the tree line. The tight dark blue shirt was an easy identifier as to who the figure was. And so were those deep brown eyes.

It was Bellamy. "Woah."

You let out a sigh of relief, feeling your tensed body relax again.

His gaze swept across the vivid tree-encompassed meadow, sharing the same wonderous expression you once had. The overpowering glow from the butterflies turned his tanned skin a light blue, defining the contours of his face and arm muscles. He sort of looked otherworldly.

"What are you doing out here?" you asked.

The incident before you left camp quickly returned to mind and it was evident in the slight irritation etched on your face. He didn't need to respond for you to realise that he had followed you. Great. His little girlfriends were going to have a field day tomorrow if they saw him come after you.

Bellamy's eyes found yours, taking note of your negative reaction. His steps were cautious as he began walking towards you. "I could ask you the same thing."

He stopped in front of you, peering down through a few stray strands of dark brown hair whilst wearing his infamous lazy smirk. No wonder girls were always fawning over him; he was gorgeous, and he damn well knew it too. Even you were falling into the very same trap. Unlike them, though, it was the moments you shared with him when you were alone that conjured your attraction to him. Sure, he was easy on the eyes, but you had also learnt that he was surprisingly a decent human being. More than decent actually, despite how he presented himself to others.

He treated you with respect—a lot more than many others had ever done. You had learnt to trust each other, communicate effectively, and work as a team. Sometimes, you would even find yourselves discussing things that you both intended to keep within till the day you died, things that felt too intimate to share with anyone else.

No matter how much you hated it, you couldn't help but develop feelings for him. Even when it seemed he was preoccupied with other women.

Bellamy eyed you, waiting for the snarky retort he knew you were putting together.

You sighed and turned around, crouching on the floor to inspect one of the neon-pink flowers. "Shouldn't you be teaching Roma and Bree gun handling safety in your tent right now?"

That line was dangerously close to sounding like jealousy and you knew it. You bit your tongue because Lord knows you were most likely to expose your feelings for Bellamy through word vomit.

If only you had been facing him to witness the shame washing through his eyes.

"Funny," he said. "But no. I've got more important things to do."

"Like what? Making sure your best hunting partner doesn't get killed by glowing plants?" you joked, glancing over your shoulder to see his reaction.

It wasn't a grin or smirk like you expected. Not even a little chuckle. Instead, he simply stared at you with this intense look in his eye; it was almost sad but also like he was trying to communicate something to you telepathically.

"Something like that," he murmured.

After those words left his mouth, something about the atmosphere shifted. You suddenly felt overwhelmed with emotion and his soul-piercing stare was not helping. There wasn't a wide selection of movies on the Ark, but you had watched them all, including all the romance movies. The only thing you could compare Bellamy's gaze to was Mr. Darcy's in Pride and Prejudice. Reluctance. Longing. It was all there. Had you been completely wrong about his feelings for you? Or were you just imagining it?

The likelihood of Bellamy sharing your same feelings seemed impossible, so you chalked it up to your wishful imagination.

You stood back up, facing him but avoiding making eye contact. "Well, I—uh," you stammered. "I'm not going back. Not yet."

"I didn't come here to take you back."

That made your gaze meet his.

Why did you come then, Bellamy? you thought.

He side-stepped you and you turned to see him wandering deeper into the meadow. He began observing each and every beauty and oddity the small sanctuary held, touching the petals of every flower with a delicateness you had never witnessed before. Soon enough, you felt compelled to join him.

The two of you must have spent an hour in that meadow, inspecting each species of flora, hovering your fingertips through the glowing cusp of each plant as if you could feel its light on your skin, laughing together when a butterfly landed on the tip of your nose. Sometimes you caught Bellamy watching whenever your face lit up with excitement as you discovered something new. He never really looked at what you had found; he just looked at you, but you were too overjoyed to even contemplate why.

You felt like you had entered a dream, protected from the outside world where there were Grounders, war, and bitchy brown-haired girls. Everything real was forgotten, even your unrequited feelings for Bellamy. You just enjoyed his company in this dream and pretended it would last forever.

Somehow, you had both ended up lying on the forest floor side-by-side, surrounded by flowers as you stared up at the starry night sky through the tree crowns. It wasn't as cold as before; you guessed it was because of Bellamy's close proximity to you. One of his hands was behind his head, the other on his stomach. His warmth was radiating off his skin and onto your own.

You could have fallen asleep if you closed your eyes. Probably not the most logical idea though.

Bellamy's quiet, yet deep voice disrupted the silence. "It's just a distraction, you know?"

"Hm?"

"Those girls," he clarified, and you watched as his words turned to mist, carrying into the black sky. "If I focus too much on the fact that I have to control an entire camp of teenagers, fight a war against the Grounders, while taking care of Octavia and y—" he cut himself off, closing his eyes with a sigh. "I just feel like I start to lose myself."

Your focus shifted from the sky to him. Even he didn't seem to be looking at the sky anymore, despite his gaze still being pointed straight upward. He looked lost in his own thoughts. Serious and sombre—much different compared to how they had been just a short while ago.

"Well," you began softly. "We can't have that. You already seem a little rough around the edges, Blake."

A grin slowly formed across his lips and he shook his head. He turned his head to the side, looking down at your smiling expression from where he lay. The weightiness from before had melted from his demeanour. Because of a little distraction.

You had thought those two girls he spent most nights with were there purely for his own physical needs or because his attraction to them was greater than his self-control. Never had you contemplated the fact that it might have been because he was mentally struggling with the hardships of being a leader. Of course, how could you have? He had never told you before now.

Your brows furrowed. "Why tell me?"

The muscles in his jaw clenched and the grin fell from his lips. A sense of seriousness returned but this time it was less heavy. It seemed more like a weight was lifting from his shoulders. Like a declaration. Like a long-awaited confession.

You felt something warm brush against your hand; it gently grazed over your knuckles, lighting a fire beneath your skin. In Bellamy's dark eyes, you could see the reflection of his hand caressing your own and your heart leapt to your throat.

"Why do you think?" he murmured, his eyes flickering between your own, urging you to connect the dots instead of making him say it aloud.

Your lips parted and the crease between your eyebrows deepened. 

Every time he picked you first to be his partner on a mission, every deep conversation you shared when no one else was around—they all had a hidden meaning. All the times his hand brushed against yours as you walked in sync side-by-side, the times you caught him staring at you through a one-hundred-person dense crowd, or the way he would step in front of you as if to shield you whenever there was even a hint of danger—it was all because...

"Oh," you whispered.

"Yeah." His eyes flickered between yours before he turned back to the stars. "And I—I understand if you don't feel the same way; I know I haven't given you much reason to. From those girls to the... the radio, and the culling on the Ark. If I could take—"

His sentence was cut short as you leaned over him, pressing your lips to his. You could feel his pulse racing in his lips. Or was it your own? Probably both. Your hair fell to the side and his mouth started to move against your own. He began to rise, moving you up along with him until you were both kissing in a sitting position.

Bellamy's hand moved to cradle your jaw, his lips slow and tender. Everything felt like it had fallen into place, like this was exactly how things were supposed to be, with his lips on yours in the middle of a fairy-tale-like meadow whilst surrounded by a field of glowing flowers and beautiful winged creatures.

The butterflies weren't just circling you now, they were somehow fluttering around in your stomach too and it felt exhilarating.

Unfortunately, the kiss did have to come to an end at some point. Even so, the warm fluttering in your stomach never ceased. Bellamy had pulled away first, his hands gently falling from your jaw and back into his lap. He was looking at you and at first, you were afraid he would get up and leave, or tell you he had changed his mind. But he didn't. A smile crept across his lips—not a self-satisfied smirk or a tantalising grin, but a genuine smile.

Forget the butterflies; your stomach was doing somersaults now. He found your hand once more and interlocked it with his own in your lap. His thumb drew small circles on the side of your palm almost as if he knew you needed a reminder that this moment was really happening.

"That was my first kiss," you admitted.

His smile became a little nervous. "Was it okay?"

Was it okay? This boy was a little clueless if he couldn't tell that you thoroughly enjoyed having his lips on yours. So, you answered him with another soft peck to his lips, then pulled back again to see his reaction. He chuckled, nodding his head to say he understood.

"We can always come out here to practice if you want," he said, this time with a smirk.

You laughed. "I think that's a good idea."

He tucked a lock behind your ear and gently brushed pieces of hair away from your face. You could feel warmth creeping into your cheeks, turning them a rosy pink. Well, it was probably more of a violet hue due to the intense blue glow from the plants and butterflies. Either way, it still revealed how nervous he made you feel.

"It's getting late. We should probably head back and sleep," you said. Bellamy raised an eyebrow, creating his own little innuendo with your words and your eyes widened. "Not together! Alone, I mean. In separate tents. With clothes... on..." you trailed off, realising you were only digging yourself a deeper hole.

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose in embarrassment.

He just chuckled and rose to his feet. "Come on, (L/N). Let's go sleep."

You rolled your eyes with a smile as he helped you stand up with him.

For a brief moment, you gave the area one last look, imprinting the memory into your mind. Who could have guessed that when you left the camp walls you would enter a fairy tale of vivid colours and electric butterflies? Or, even more surprising, that Bellamy Blake would later confess his feelings for you? All you had wanted was an escape; instead, you got a dream come true.

Bellamy pressed a hand to your lower back, guiding you with him towards the tree line in comfortable silence.

The walk back to the drop ship was pretty quiet. No more words needed to be said; a conversation that clarified what you two were now could wait for tomorrow when your brains weren't clouded by fatigue and the fresh excitement from confession. Some things hadn't changed though. Bellamy still stole glances at you every now and then, as you did him, earning a nervous smile and blush each time either of you got caught. Your hands alternated from brushing against one another to ever-so-slightly linking pinkies.

Okay, maybe things had changed a little.

You passed each flower that had led you to the meadow and this time, they became less and less as you grew closer to the drop ship. As you came up on the camp walls, the sound of fighting and conversations had died down and was replaced by the faint crackling of dying fires.

Finally, you both stepped through one of the openings and were within the camp. There didn't seem to be anyone awake; with the way the moon was shining down straight overhead, it was clear why. 

Your pinkie fell from Bellamy's and you moved in front of him, taking a few slow steps backwards. "Uh, that's my tent over there," you said, gesturing behind you.

His eyes never left yours as he continued to walk toward you. "Yeah, I know."

"Oh, you know, do you?"

A grin stretched across his lips as he hummed and reached for your waist, pulling you against his body. Your hands wound around his neck, a smile present on your face as he leaned in, his lips mere inches from your own. His lips had just brushed against your own when someone behind you cleared their throat and you both jumped apart.

Bellamy peered beside your head, semi-glaring at the interrupter behind you.

What a surprise it was when you turned around to see Roma, arms crossed—clothes on, thankfully—and looking severely unhappy.

"You have got to be kidding me," she said with a scowl.

Perfect. Great. Absolutely fantastic. Looks like her field day had come early.

No way. You were too tired to deal with this. You gave Bellamy an apologetic glance before attempting to slip away through the gaps between tents. Unfortunately, it wasn't in Roma's best interest to let you off so easily. She caught your wrist and jerked you back toward her.

Bellamy looked like he was about to step in, but you beat him to it.

You tore your wrist from her grasp, words dripping with bitterness as you said, "Never do that again."

For a split second, she looked the slightest bit intimidated, but then quickly covered it up with disdain. Her gaze flickered from you to Bellamy; it was hard to miss the way she straightened her posture and tried to look more presentable for him.

And for a split second of your own, you felt the slightest twinge of fear that Bellamy would change his mind about you and leave with her again. But at that very same moment, he gently grabbed your hand and guided you back to his side, dissipating all your previous worries.

Both you and Roma looked down at your interlocked hands in disbelief.

"Listen, Roma." He sighed, sounding like he was desperately trying to keep his cool. "I think it's best if you and Bree find another tent to sleep in from now on."

Her disbelief turned into pure astonishment. "What? Are you serious?"

Bellamy lightly squeezed your hand.

God, he was putting this girl through the five stages of grief. You almost felt bad. Then you remembered the daily torment she had been putting you through just for existing and the remorse immediately washed away.

"Because of her? She's not even—"

"Choose your next words very carefully," he warned in a dangerously low voice.

Her mouth opened and shut a few times before she realised any insult thrown at you would end badly for her. It's not like Bellamy would hurt her, but he did have power over the camp, so he would probably force her to share a tent with Myles or something. His non-stop babbling would drive her to insanity.

She gave him a defiant look. "What if we don't want to leave?"

"I'll take the tent down and move it somewhere else."

"Then Bree and I will make both your lives a living Hell."

You could hear Bellamy suppress a laugh. "Unlikely," he echoed your previous words.

Roma looked to you as if you could help her case—the audacity. You gave her a sarcastic 'what-can-you-do?' shrug which just enhanced her seething temper. It was obvious that she was getting nowhere and the moment she realised, you swore you could see her ego literally deflating.

She made a short high-pitched noise of frustration and spun around, her hair whipping melodramatically through the air as she practically stomped back to Bellamy's tent. You could hear her call out to the other girl inside, telling her to 'pack her shit' and that they were moving tents. Not long after, the blonde-haired girl emerged from the tent flap holding a bundle of clothes. Roma must have explained to her what happened because they both shot a venomous glare in your direction and then walked off in search of another tent.

You sighed in relief as they disappeared out of sight. You were about to walk back to your own tent, but Bellamy tugged you back to him once more, his arms wrapping around your torso as your hands fell on his chest.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I thought she'd handle it better."

You fiddled with the material of his shirt, half-smiling. "I told you she was a gem."

"Yeah." He chuckled. "My taste of women has been a little... questionable."

Your hands moved up to his shoulders, pulling your body up against his. His fingertips grazed the exposed skin of your waist, sending a wave of goosebumps across your body.

"You should really try breaking that trend."

He had that same intense look in his eye as when you were both in the meadow. This time it didn't hold any sadness or longing, but rather a sense of finality and affection, like his greatest wish had finally come true—that would make two of you. One of his hands moved to cup your cheek, stroking your cheekbone with his thumb as his face grew closer to yours.

The heart thumping in your chest almost gave out as you reflexively leaned further into his warm embrace.

"I already have," he murmured before his soft lips descended upon yours.

And the butterflies returned.

[starconstruction]

Kindness Turned Obsession

Yandere Gaeul x Male Reader (smut)

You've probably read this one before if you've followed my old blog, feel free to reread.

both parts are condensed into one post! how neat

smut tags: oral, ass eating, creampie, riding, fsub + fdom, breeding.

Word Count: 6388

The kingdom raged with the news of the castle princess Gaeul getting married. What they assumed was a blissful thing for every member of royalty was a nightmare for the main one involved.

"This is madness!" Gaeul screamed at her parents, the king and queen of the nation, a wonderful place which had no official name. Only known as "The Gilded Coast" to those who took an interest to it's rich history. It got its name from its affinity for gold plated everything, a stunning display of opulence that commanded respect.

"You knew this day would come eventually, we held it longer than we would have. Out of respect for you." Her mother spoke, her tone obviously fed up with her daughter's antics.

"Respect?!!" Gaeul was bewildered "If you respected me you'd leave me to marry someone I love!" Her body shaking as she stood up to her parents. Tears of frustration slowly trailing down onto her cheeks.

"Gaeul, you know this is best." Her father chimed in, a reserved individual. He often let his wife make the hard calls as he felt bad hurting his daughter.

"You know we have to do this, our kingdom will prosper. The Emerald Shores have lots of material we could benefit from. A trade union will help all of us." Her mother exclaimed, dismissing Gaeul's feelings as her body straightened against the throne.

"No! I'm not marrying anyone I don't know! That is final!" Gaeul screamed as she ran down the stairs of the lavish throne room. Terrified for what she was going to do to prevent this.

--

You were definitely down on your luck. Not everyone was fortunate enough to live in a nice home. You weren't even fortunate enough to live in a home at all. The Gilded Coast having one of the lowest homeless populations in the region didn't stop you from sitting on a musty mattress. Flat against the floor as you rested in the streets, bustling with foot traffic as people walked doing their own errands. Most people ignored you, others looked with disgust, some with empathy.

You ate your stale bread, disgusting and difficult to maul but it's all you had. You breathed in as you watched the day sky, a tender light blue dotted with thick grey clouds, an ominous storm threatening to arrive. No shelter covered you from above, you were going to have to brace nature itself.

Oh well, you've done it before.

--

Gaeul sat in her opulent room, absently drawing pictures on paper. Desperate to come up with something as she admired her pens, every color imaginable laid in a container. A Kaleidoscope of creativity, she yawned as she enjoyed the gentle light radiating from the candle. The gentle hum of jazz playing from the corner on her personal vinyl player. Her creative freedoms being threatened by the greed of her parents.

The thoughts were heavy on her mind, she wasn't getting anywhere as her lines became less focused, threatening to ruin her beautiful drawing. She sighed, getting out the chair, detailed with beautiful golden sigils. All this wealth was for naught if she was going to be couped up in a cage.

"Fucking hell" she murmured to herself, grabbing her coat as she left her suffocating sanctuary, the place of respite being replaced by worry.

-

The storm raged against every fiber of your being, lacerating your clothes with wet slashes as the temperature plummeted. The ground was disgustingly wet as you tried to sleep, a task proving impossible as you laid there shivering.

The night was disturbingly silent, no music, no vendors, nothing. Just you and the rain. Your heart plummeted in your stomach when the rain started to harden, shards of ice smashing against your skin leaving sharp aches in its wake.

"Hey!" A voice pulled you out your head, a girl. Dressed in heavy clothing as her hood covered her features, a shadow talking to you. Her voice was full of concern as she ran to you.

"You can't stay in conditions like this! You'll get sick!" She shouted, her face showing worry as she grabbed your hand.

"What?" You replied.

"Come on! Let's get you somewhere warm!" She pulled you to your feet, dragging you along as she started running.

You two approached the giant gate of the castle, it towered over you as you panicked. "I don't think I should go in there." You said, shivering intensely as the cold bit at you.

"Unless you want to freeze to death, I'd comply!" Her tone was stern as she opened the gate, pushing you forward towards the entrance door.

The cold relented as you entered the castle, big corridors with infinity stretching oak planks, full with dim light as portraits of royalty were hung up on the walls, covered in golden trails, a baroque display of greed. You didn't keep up with the kingdom, it's difficult with no way to get the information.

"Upstairs, first door on the right, I need to grab something." She said, walking in the opposite direction. You were nervous as you walked up the giant stairs, staying out of sight as you darted to her room, opening and shutting the door in an instant.

Her room was quaint and cozy, it was large, very large. A massive king sized bed was propped up against the wall, it looked soft and inviting, but you wouldn't dare touch anything in your condition. The soft scent of vanilla wafted over the room, even these few seconds felt like a paradise compared to outside.

The creak of a door opening behind you alerted you to the strange altruistic girls presence, an average height woman with black hair, she was incredibly gorgeous. In her hand laid a pile of clothes, a grey hoodie, some black pants, socks and a pair of boxer briefs. Alongside a towel.

"These are mine, I had a phase of oversized boy clothes. It's all I can offer, sorry about that. You should shower to prevent getting a cold." Her tone was similarly stern to her one back outside, you smiled as you graciously took her offer. "Shower's over there" She pointed to the door in the corner. "leave your clothes in the basket."

You walked into her bathroom, a massive tub alongside a shower, a mirror full with various supplies, everything was so beautiful. You felt sinful being able to see such a sight clearly not meant for people of your class.

You immediately stripped out of your dirty, frigid clothes, the scent of sweat and dirt that clung to you like thick tar filled your mouth with disgust. Desperately clambering into the tub to reach the shower, the tub had several body washes and shampoos and conditioners. Things you haven't seen in a long time, she never told you which ones to use so you were going to have to gamble.

The warm water washed over you, blasting at your body as you appreciated the feeling for the first time in awhile. The grime on your body disappearing into obscurity, appreciating a new found feeling of cleanliness. You grabbed the first body wash you could find, a sweet scent of citrus came out of it as you applied it to your body. You didn't want to take too long, so you started to speed up. Grabbing the bottle of mint shampoo as you rubbed it into your scalp, rinsing it off and quickly getting out.

You dried your body and got changed before heading out the bathroom. The strange princess was sat on the bed, looking into the roof absently, her features soft and comfortable.

You stood in front of her, "Thank you, so much errr" Your voice died out, no knowledge of her name. "No problem, my name's Gaeul. You homeless?" She was blunt as you nodded, Gaeul was very interesting.

"Yeah, the street in a storm isn't exactly the best place to sleep" You chuckled. Gaeul smiled as she tapped the bed space next to her. You awkwardly sat next to her, the bed was soft and plush as you fell into it.

"Sooooo, what's the plan after tonight?" She asked.

"Probably sit in the same place, hope my mattress dries up." You replied, the warmth of her clothes hung to your body, the sound of hail slammed against the window.

"It doesn't have to do that way, yknow. I mean, I wouldn't mind a personal assistant" She smiled and sat backwards.

"I don't know, are you sure?" You looked at her.

"Yeah I mean, I can set up a mattress over there" She pointed to the corner, next to her bookshelf. "it'd be a pretty nice gig, if I need something from you, you do it."

You thought for a second, she was royalty. So it was unlikely to be a trap, outside was significantly colder, more dangerous.

"I would love to take that position if it's open." The words left your mouth heavily, a possible new leaf to be turned.

"Fantastic, I'll set your mattress up, you'll spend most of your time in here, the other servants are... Much more unsavory than you appear to be."

She left and quickly returned, a queen sized mattress in tow, this level of kindness was new to you. She got it ready, adorning it with pillows. Covered in a purple and gold case, alongside a matching quilt. Your chest fluttered with warmth as you watched.

"All done, I'll go freshen up then you can. The spare stuff is on the right" She said as she walked into the bathroom. Gaeul was so nice, you couldn't imagine this job being too bad.

You got ready and went to bed, sleeping well for the first time in awhile, dead to the world as arms laid sprawled over the mattress, heat encapsulated your body as you dreamed.

--

Light filled the room through the windows, the chirps of birds sung a song of nature, combined with the sound of Gaeul's humming. Your eyes fluttered open, for the first time in forever you woke up gently. Basking in the warmth of the soft light as you sat up.

"Morning Y/N, hope you slept well." Her voice was deep with sleep. "I need to tell my parents about you, get ready and go downstairs, make two portions of food." Her instructions were firm.

You felt ready to earn your keep.

You knew you could do it.

--

The sizzling of eggs hit the pan, oil splattering as the temperature rose to unfathomable degrees. The kitchen was massive, like everything else in the castle. A few servants came in as they made food of their own. They paid little mind to you, going around their business as they functioned like the blood of the castle, providing life.

The eggs solidified as time went on, spreading some sprinkles of cheese as it melted. Flipping it over as you made a fluffy omelette, throwing it onto a plate. Making another one as you brought it up to her quarters.

Gaeul was sat there, hunched over her chair, crying. You softly approached, putting the omelette in front of her. "I have a week." She said, her cheeks puffed up, red soreness over her face. "One week till my parents want me to marry this guy."

"That sounds awful." You said, unsure what to do as your hand found her back. Tracing circles as you rubbed up and down. Sharing condolences.

"Guess I'm going to have to make it count." Gaeul took a bite of her omelette, "So you can cook, nice." Her tone was still somber with a small hint of hope.

-

Being at Gaeul's beck and call was surprisingly stressful, becoming her personal chef, cleaner, up keeper and therapist over the course of 4 days was a lot to learn and grasp.

However, there was a sense of deepening connection between the two of you. It started on the second day, when Gaeul started joking around with you.

"You missed a spot!" She teased, pointing at an incomprehensibly small speck of dust. Slapping your shoulder as she insisted you worked further. She was significantly warmer than the servants you had to speak to, a friendship blooming in the slipping time.

-

" Y/N, run me a bath please, I need to relax" She said, it was late at night as the town fell asleep, Gaeul had been running around all day. Dealing with "things".

Water rushed into the bath, pooling into the bottom as it started to rise, taking delicate care to keep the temperature perfect. She liked it nearly burning, your hand found a bottle of expensive bubble liquid, pouring a diligent amount as it foamed up into soapy balls.

The water had reached the desired level as the valve closed, the moisture in the air was thick and claggy, making it hard to breathe as you opened the door. Gaeul was sat as she waited for you to finish.

"It's ready Gaeul" You said, she walked past you, entering the bathroom. "I'll leave you to it." A gentle hand pressed on your shoulder, her lips mere inches from your ear. "As my wonderful servant I think you will wash me." her voice was seductive as your cheeks warmed a light red.

"If you insist." You weren't going to argue, she could be a real hard ass if you expressed concern.

Gaeul pulled her shirt off, your eyes quickly averted their gaze. "Your going to be touching me anyway, look." She pushed your head to lock eyes with her. Her smooth skin was divine, her breasts came into frame as Gaeul's midnight black bra hit the bathroom floor, you should turn away. You shouldn't look, but your captivated.

Gaeul sat down on the toilet seat, adjusting her legs slightly "I'm just so tired, my useful servant, care to finish the job?" She smirked. Reveling in your anxiety. You nestled between her legs, gulping as your hands fumbled with her crotch button, you struggled as it clicked open. Taking a deep breath as you pulled her zipper down. The flap of her clothes fully opened leaving no restraints for you to pull them down. Revealing her smooth endless legs. Her body took your breath away, she was well endowed, shaped perfectly. "Cat got your tongue? Finish the job my servant."

The final boundary blocking Gaeul's fully naked body lied in the centre of her body. A black piece of lace, semi transparent as her pussy hid behind it. A delicate crease creating a bridge into her hole. You cleared your head of the inappropriate thoughts, hooking your fingers into the waistband as they reached the floor. Laying with the rest of her clothes. You felt yourself harden slightly against your jeans, you had to remain professional.

Gaeul climbed in elegantly as she made contact with the soapy water, body disappearing under the surface. A thin sigh left her lips as the warmth made contact with her skin, she settled her back against the tub. "Get to work, my servant." She repeated the familiar nickname, which seemed to flow off the tongue.

You grabbed her loofah off the shelf, composing yourself as you poured body wash onto it. A nice smelling concoction of vanilla and strawberry, rubbing it into Gaeul's tender skin. She smiled as you washed her shoulders, the air thickened further with tension as you went lower. Rubbing her breasts with a soapy lather. the water acted as a barrier, making it hard to continue your job.

"Gaeul, I can't go any further with the water yknow?" You queried, she thought for a second. Giving you a cock of her brow, "Well then, servant. Take your clothes off and get in, it'll be easier. And call me miss, you are working."

You panicked as Gaeul stared at you, waiting for some action. "Hurry up servant" She rushed, you complied. Ripping your clothes off, Gaeul paid a similar lack of respect to privacy. Staring at your most sensitive area, licking her lips as you approached the water. Lowering yourself in as it felt good but truly unremarkable compared to the woman inches from you.

"Miss." The name felt natural on your tongue, "Let me continue." You continued to clean her, she gasped as you went beneath the water. Ineffective but she seemed unwilling to move. You pressed the loofah against her crotch as you cleaned her final area. Moans leaked from her mouth, you couldn't tell if she was trying to mess with you. The sound hardened your dick, pressing against her soft sole, it rubbed back, stroking you through the water logged atmosphere.

Gaeul locked eyes with you. The tension coming to a final climax. "Get out, servant. I have another task for you."

-

Gaeul laid against her pillows, the two of you fully naked. Completely ignoring the water dripping into the fabric of the sheets. Legs laid over your shoulders, "What do you want me to do miss?" You teased, breathing hot air into her folds. She was soaking wet, both from water and her own arousal. Her clit begged for your attention, not waiting for her answer as you gave it what it craved.

You sucked on her nub, swirling your tongue as she moaned. Legs tightening around your head as an affirmation of skill, inhaling her scent, a mixture of juices, vanilla and strawberries. Your mouth kept working on her bundle of nerves.

"Fuck that's my good little servant." Her hands massaged your scalp, nails scratching as it burned in pain. Your fingers found her awaiting hole, pressing in slowly as Gaeul started to accelerate her moans. The high pitch screams assaulted your eardrums, your mouth catching some of her juices, coating your lips as you continued your dual assault. Your fingers pushing in and out, her walls gripping against them as you serviced her. Having no resistance as her smooth juices gave you an easy gateway into her. Her body chasing an impossible high, you pulled away from her clit. "Miss, you taste so good" You gasped, fighting for oxygen.

Gaeul said very little, too overwhelmed by your actions, laying there with her arms sprawled to her side. "Fuck! Fuck me my servant!" You pulled your fingers out of her greedy cunt, angling your rigid cock against her bottom lips.

Her velvet walls gripped down on your length, coating it in her wetness as she tried to milk you for all you are worth. She screamed as the bed shook under your shared bout of passion. Your legs burned as they exerted as much strength you could muster. "Fuck, miss! Your pussy is so good!" Gasping desperately for air as you resumed. "I'm gonna breed this tight cunt! You want that right? Don't you miss?" Your thrusts grew stronger as your balls slapped against her asshole, dick pistoning in and out.

"Yeah! Fuck, breed me! Cum in me!" She begged as her body jolted against your thrusts.

"I'm going to give you exactly what your slutty hole wants! Fill it with my load, fuck that guy in the future! You are mine!" You growled, rubbing her clit roughly. Her thighs were shaking in orgasmic pleasure, Gaeul's pussy accepting you greedily.

"Fuck, servant! I'm going to cum! Cum with me!" She shouted, the words bringing you closer to the edge.

You only had a few thrusts left, "I'm gonna cum! Breed my mistresses tight, greedy cunt!" You breathed out. Ropes shooting into her awaiting womb, stuffing her with cum as she came undone.

Your softening dick withdrew from Gaeul's used pussy, leaking cum pooled onto the mattress as you attempted to impregnated her. A mixture of juices meeting, showing your combined pleasure.

"That was so good, my servant... You have to clean me up" You chuckled, she was barking orders even after she took your cum.

"Yes miss."

No matter what happens, you and her had a now unbreakable bond.

-Part 2-

The next two days after your night of passion with Gaeul was a blur of serenity, she ditched the servant formalities and obligations you once had. Replacing the jobs with more sessions of hanging out, the city had many secrets to your lower class self. You two laid entangled in each other's arms on a blanket in the castle's garden.

The garden was beautiful at night, the arrays of flowers were neatly ordered in color, a range of red to violet making a stunning rainbow. But the main beauty was Gaeul, her hair laid spread over your lap as she laid there. Your hand locked in the strands, stroking them as you two watched the night sky.

The supposedly final night of your employment, at least in this context. Was magical, you and Gaeul went to the biggest restaurant in town. A place you've never had the pleasure of walking into, Gaeul came in with a practiced elegance. Leading you into the private area, a list of food you couldn't pronounce was in your hands. Gaeul sensed your hesitation, ordering a meal she thought you'd like. A perfect way to end a magical week.

Unfortunately, most good things have to come crashing down.

-

You woke up in Gaeul's bed, the darkness in full effect as you felt around, Gaeul was missing. A sense of worry gripped your body as you grabbed a candle, lighting it as you crawled out of bed. She had to be around here somewhere, the cold leeched into your bare feet as they made contact with the floor.

The night was still, a collective silence as all the servants and royalists went to bed, your body was tense as you expected the worst. Maybe Gaeul was arguing with her parents, the halls of the building felt even longer than usual, walking towards the pitch black only illuminated when you got close.

You went down the stairs, your heart sunk as a loud scream ripped through the basement. You took off and ran down the rest of the stairs, the door of the basement was firmly closed. Another scream filled your ears as your hand made contact with the handle. It didn't budge, terror chilled your blood as you shook the door. "Help! She's nuts!" A feminine voice called out, muffled by the locked entrance.

You weren't sure what to do, but you couldn't risk Gaeul getting hurt. You backed up, arching your leg as you took a deep breath.

You got this.

A hard kick made the door shake, but it quickly bounced back.

Another breath.

The second kick injured the lock and your leg as it begun to ache in pain.

Another breath.

One more kick forced the door open with a sharp launch.

The sight was worse than anything you possibly could have expected.

Gaeul was certainly there, not in danger but being the danger. Her clothes coated in a thick layer of sanguine blood, the gleam of the blade held in the air as she looked at at the corpses. There was two lifeless bodies, stabbed excessively as they contributed to a pool of shared blood. Gaeul's eyes had a look of sheer insanity, no longer the woman you felt a connection with. Something far more sinister had taken over. "Gaeul?" You called out, her body stiffened in shock as she looked at you. Did she not hear the door slam? Could you have ran?

"Oh, hi! The door was locked for a reason, you weren't supposed to see this Y/N" She said, getting off the king's body. She walked towards you, knife held in her hand. "Stay back! You murderer!" You yelled, Gaeul froze as her face frowned. "Baby, it had to be done! You know that, they would have took you from me!" She said, voice booming with instability. Where were the guards? Gaeul started to walk again. "Y/N, let's go upstairs. We can clean up, embrace each other!" She was starting to ramble, her vocals shook.

You gulped as you turned around, feet banging up the stairs, oxygen leaving your lungs as you heaved. The candle was mostly dim, sight entirely restricted by the oppressive darkness. Gaeul was right behind you "Baby! Where are you going!" she yelled out. The corridors felt limitless as you turned every corner. Your heart pounded incessantly against your rib-cage, feeling it in your ears as you kept running.

The exit door came into frame, the candle went out as you discarded it recklessly. Your hand desperately tried to open the door to freedom, loud clicking noises as you tried to get it open. The door was locked, you panicked. A large gust of strength launched you into the ground, head reeling as Gaeul stood over you. The side of her face being illuminated solely by the night sky. "Move. And I'll hurt you." She said, her once bubbly voice replaced by a chilling emptiness. "Gaeul, how could you?! You monster!" You replied.

"Monster?! How are you saying that! I saved our relationship. I saved you! How could you dare, even. Say that! " Gaeul's voice cracked and fought to speak as she got closer to you, her body towered over. Her lips, covered in blood took yours in a tight kiss. You gagged at the taste of the thick blood, hands wrapped around your head as she kissed deeper. Your eyes were bug wide as she made out with you one-sidedly. She withdrew, still leaning over you. "Tell me Y/N! How could you say that! I, I'm not a monster! But I know that spark is still there, you feel it! I know you do, I know you do! I will get it out of you my love" She said.

You had no time to speak, Gaeul yanked you to your feet as she pulled you through the long halls. Getting you back into the shared bedroom, your new prison. The room no longer felt like a sanctuary, the queen had you as her personal prisoner. Gaeul pushed you onto your mattress. "Are you going to be good? I don't need to restrain you right?" Her tone was full of fake sweetness as she held your arms in her hands.

"No, Gaeul. I'll sit here." You pleaded, escape would be much easier unrestrained. She smiled, "I'll go clean up, stay here." Her body disappeared into the bathroom. The sound of water rushing calmed you down, laying there as your body fell tired. You would strike at night, your body fell into dreamland shortly after.

-

The next few days were agonizing, never having a free moment to escape as anytime the newly anointed queen had business you were tied against the heater. When she got back, she was unstable. Too many or too little words would set her off, the wrong tone would set her off. It was painful to watch the person you had feelings for transform into this.

It was night again, Gaeul laid dormant on the bed. You knew it was time to go, heart aching as you watched her sleeping frame. Opening the door as you snuck out, Goodbye, Gaeul.

-

Weeks passed as you returned to standard life, laying against the brick walls of the old building. The street was miserable, the people walked around, minding their business. The city was brimming with life despite the recent regicide, ignorance being a blessing they didn't yet realize. You adjusted as you watched the street performers. A chorus of drums and violins, a stark contrast to the usual boredom. A large crowd accumulated as the sounds of chairs and chatter joined in.

You looked around, there was a strange amount of guards for this area. You could spot at least 7, as opposed to the normal 2 or 3. It had to be just normal paranoia, they weren't looking for you. Gaeul would have found you by now if she was.

You still had a bit of money from what you scavenged from the drawers of your ex home, a weird feeling of shame for robbing Gaeul. But you got up, pushed it down and walked through the kingdom, it was truly beautiful to witness. Shared laughter and smiles as people went around their business. You made it to the local market, full of fresh forage and breads.

"Hello! Welcome to the market, what can I do for you?" The market keeper said, gesturing vaguely to the produce. "Hey, just some bread and grapes thanks." You exchanged the money and went back to your outpost.

You got close to your belongings, stopped in your tracks by the sight unfolding in front of you. 3 guards and a familiar looking figure was investigating your things, prodding and moving things. You were petrified as they turned around, facing you directly. Gaeul's gaze softened as they stared directly at you. The same one as the first time you met. There was considerable distance to run, but that'd draw way more attention than you could handle. Your legs slowly backed up as you went to look for a hiding place.

The guards and Gaeul slowly moved towards you, trying to be discrete. Your heart hammered, she was absolutely still after you. You ducked into an alleyway, breathing heavily looking for solace. They were mere inches from you, hiding from them behind a trash unit. It couldn't be, you couldn't handle her wrath.

Loud footsteps echoed off the walls of the alley, heels digging into the ground as they cast a shadow onto the walls. Their perfume strong as it penetrated the odor of trash. Then suddenly, it wasn't a shadow. The queen stood in front of you. Visibly angry as her hand pulled a knife from her pocket. "Finally, there you are." She said, dropping down to eye level as your body shook in fear. "Why are you shaking dear? Y/N, I won't hurt you. Just come quietly okay?" She spoke commands gently into your ear, breath hitting your face. "Ga--eul, why haven't you moved on? Its been weeks.. Please there's so many better people." You struggled to get your words out, Gaeul's knife brushing against your leg as she hugged you. Body's melding into one, tears pricked in the corners of your eyes. Trapped again. "You are mine! Y/N, I won't let you suffer anymore. "

Gaeul's demeanor scared you as she continued, "You can come quietly, and I won't cut you. Or you can disobey me, and it'll hurt like hell. What will it be honey?" A sadistic twinge laid in her vocals. The guards blocked the exit. There was truly no escape. "Fine, I'll come quietly. Please Gaeul no more pain." She beamed as her hand grasped yours.

-

Gaeul's impromptu promotion gave her a new room, inheriting the master bedroom. It was a regal affair, elegant white walls, affluent gold trims for corners, an accent colour of a deep purple adorned the sides. The bed laid impressively in the middle, a mirroring of the aesthetic that the rest of the room followed. It had very little of Gaeul's character, replaced by the impression of higher royalty.

"Welcome home, baby! I'm sorry we have to start on such a bad foot, but I can't let that runaway go unpunished." She said, inciting fear in you as saliva struggled to get down your throat, she ditched her humanity in exchange for power over you. Gaeul brought you into the corner of the room where your jaw dropped, a black cage, thin black metal pieces building a imposing box.

"Gaeul this~" She cut you off, throwing you into the cage and shutting you in. Anxiety shot through you as the metallic walls closed in around you. Breathing getting difficult as you stared at the warden who trapped you here. "If you behave, this will only be temporary. But you need to understand your actions have consequences, I'll leave you for now. Think about what you have done sweetie." Her sadistically sweet words turned your head upside down. Hands pressing at the cage, there was nothing in it. The chill of winter nipped at your body, stripped of any thermally warm clothes you had.

Hours passed without Gaeul, the deafening silence started to gnaw at you. Desperate for any form of contact, it was frigid, the temperature had plummeted beyond 0, shivers crawled up your spine as you laid down. Hands hugging your chest as you sat in the night's embrace.

You couldn't tell how long it was until Gaeul arrived, wearing a long sleeve cardigan and dress skirt. You'd kill for those clothes right now, "Gaeul. Please. Blanket." Your words were sharply pierced by chattering teeth, interrupting your vocal cords as she smiled. "Oh, baby are you cold? It's a bit chilly in here, tell you what. You do something for me, and I'll give you one." She was tormenting you. What happened to the girl you loved?

"What, what is it Gaeul? I'll do anything" You chimed.

"Anything? I'll hold you to that, but all I ask for is a simple kiss. Let's start gentle." The grasp of hypothermia battled with the war of not wanting her to be satisfied. Hypothermia won as you crawled to the edge of the cage. Locking lips with her, a familiar feeling of heat that gave you nostalgic memories. "Good boy, I hope we can repair our relationship."

-

It took months, but there was a spark of hope for you two, it started slow at first. Battles between you two as you argued, she tortured you both psychologically and physically. Frequent verbal abuse and physical punches and deprival of food.

However, a turning point occurred when she let you out the cage, giving you the luxury of a bed again as you two slept in each other's arms, frequent fights morphed into casual conversations. A familiar spark radiating from you as the compressing cage of her room became a beacon of hope as you and Gaeul stopped fighting completely.

Naturally, the conversations morphed once more from casual chats to more romantic conversations, discussing the passion you guys once shared. You felt a strange sense of love for Gaeul, despite what she had done. Forgiving her for the actions she committed.

Tonight was the apex of your sexual desire, you two hastily removed the clothes on your body. "Y/N, let me take control this time. Let me make you feel good." Gaeul whispered into your ear, kissing the lobe as she pushed you into the plush bed. Gaeul's tongue trailed down your body, leaving a gentle trail of saliva as she showed her eagerness. Licking down your stomach, all the way to your shaft. But that's not her destination, going lower as she made contact with your hole.

Gaeul's tongue was the pinnacle of expertise as she coated your backdoor with her saliva, rimming your hole as her tongue darted around. "You like that Y/N? Letting me go down on you?" She probed you for answers while her tongue probed you, pressing an inch inside of your ass. Going no deeper as she tongue fucked you. "Yes.. Gaeul, you are so good." You let out a breathy sigh of satisfaction.

Your hands laid against your chest, knowing you shouldn't touch her without permission. Gaeul looked up at you seductively as she slurped against your ass, alternating between your balls, completely full with your load. "Y/N honey, stroke yourself. Be a good boy for me." You smiled, "Yes miss. Anything for you." Gaeul spat on your shaft for you. "Rub it in for me, be good." She said, resuming her eating as you stroked your rigid cock. Feeling Gaeul's saliva coating your hand as you jerked off.

This went on for a few minutes, her sensual tongue writhed against you as your hand got stronger. Gaeul finally grew bored and pulled away, grabbing your hand to stop you. "Dear, pleasure your Mistress for me, let me ride that beautiful face." She commanded, "Yes Miss."

Gaeul mantled your awaiting face, her sopping cunt rubbing against your tongue as you tasted your mistress. She tasted strong and addictive, like her bellowing moans. "You are being such a good boy for me! That's what you are! Keep going please.. Fuck." Gaeul shouted, spilling praises out of her mouth as her cunt spilled a mixture of slippery and sticky juices. Her aroma laid against your nose, less than an inch away as you breathed it in. You wanted every part of Gaeul as she pulled your hair, ripping out strands as she got closer to orgasm.

"Fuck! IM GONNA CUM! ALL OVER THIS SLUTTY TONGUE! FUCK!" She screamed, thighs shaking around your skull as she came undone. Bringing herself to the edge as she sat there for a minute. Gingerly removing herself as she gave you the right for more oxygen.

"What do you want, my good boy?" She teased, voice breathy as she recovered.

"Please, ride my cock. I'm so needy for you Miss." You felt a bit of shame as you pathetically begged for Gaeul. She quickly got to work, straddling your body as she lowered into you. There was no time for being slow, her hips aggressively slammed into your crotch as your cock pierced her. You moved your hips upwards, eliciting a slap from Gaeul. "Be good, move again and I'll stop." She moaned out, digging her nails into your tender flesh.

The scent of sex filled the room, replacing the luxurious scent of the burning vanilla candles. "Your cock is so good! I can't believe you tried to run! Fuck!" She moaned, you were too scared to say anything as you took what she gave you. Letting out deep moans, you couldn't last much longer. "Cum, cum in me!" Gaeul screamed. Using you as a dildo as she came around you, creating a ignition in you as your load shot into her. "Give me an heir! Fuck!" Your semen kissed her womb as you bred her, giving her what wanted as you two slowed down. The painful sensitivity causing both of you to pull out.

"My good boy, you are never leaving again." Her voice hit a 180 it was chilling and disturbing. But there was a small warmth in it as you thought about your eternal bond.

"I'm yours. Forever. Gaeul." You said, signing yourself to her forever.

[ryukatters]

don’t go - k. bakugo

a/n: I’m so horny for this man I can’t even think straight. This was supposed to be short and fluffy but now it’s turned into this. I would say sorry but I’m not. (Yes I am alive)

pairing: katsuki bakugo x fem! reader

wc: 1.5k

content/warnings: smut, unprotected morning s*x, begging, overstimulation, bkg is obsessed with you, also completely not proofread

Your boyfriend Katsuki is clingy. Very clingy— in all senses of the word, and you’re convinced that if you open a dictionary right now his name would show up as the very definition of it. Bakugo would live under your skin if he could, or at the very least come up with a way to keep you in his pocket. 

As lovely as your boyfriend is, his innate urge to smother you in affection poses a problem in times like these— early mornings where you have to get up and get ready for work. 

“Katsuki, I need to go to work. Go back to your side of the bed.”

“Just quit,” he murmurs, “I’ll take care of ya.” 

“As appealing as that sounds, no. I need to get up and do my part as a functioning member of society.” Any attempt to leave your shared bed is shut down by Bakugo, his strength easily overpowering yours as he wraps his arms around you and lays on top of you. 

“But you’re my pillow,” he says with a bit of a sigh, pressing his into the crook of your neck, melting further into you. His hot breath tickles your skin, and it’s enough to have your heart pounding along with a familiar warmth in between your legs. Katsuki is observant to a fault, he knows you better than the back of his own hand, and knows just what to do to turn you into putty. 

His hands snake up under your (read: his) shirt, kneading your breasts. You let out a sharp gasp as he tweaks your nipples and sucks a love bite at the junction of your neck. He hums in appreciation as he slowly leaves a trail of wet kisses down your stomach, stopping just as he reaches your underwear. 

He traces your slit, eyes darkening as the fabric begins to dampen with your slick. “So wet for me already, baby.” It’s not a question, it’s a fact that he already knew. Katsuki wastes no time sliding the garment down your legs. He takes a moment to run his hands up and down both your thighs before prying your legs further apart, exposing yourself to him completely. He can feel his mouth water at the sight of you. 

Katsuki can’t help but moan the minute his lips attach themselves to your clit, sucking fervently. “Always taste so good, princess.” 

You take a moment to glance down, which proves to be a mistake. Katsuki’s practically making out with your pussy, and when his eyes meet yours, they’re nothing short of lovesick. His vermillion orbs draw you in, and they’re absolutely magnetizing. You have to close your eyes to stave off your orgasm for a little longer. 

Katsuki can’t help but grind against the edge of the bed to feel some sort of release. He’s so fucking hard. He thinks he’s growing delirious. Katsuki swears he can cum from the taste of your pussy and the sound of your angelic voice filling the room with a sweet symphony. When you let out a particularly breathy call of his name, he has to will himself not to finish in his boxers, which is already usually a difficult enough task on its own, but now it's almost impossible from how impossibly hard he is with morning wood.

You grind against his mouth, hands carding through his hair as your orgasm rapidly approaches. Katsuki is more than eager to be used as a means of getting there. Even as you cum, he continues to fuck your hole with his tongue and lapping up your pussy. It’s only when you begin to push him away does he feel the need to lean back, a loud pop reverberating as he does. 

“You gonna be a good girl and let me take care of ya?”

“Mmm, fuck. Yes, ‘ki.”

“Good girl,” he coos, his lips pressing against yours with fervor. You allow him to deepen the kiss, sucking on his tongue. He moans appreciatively, hips stuttering as he continues to grind against you. The head of his cock bumps against your clit over and over, smearing precum all over your pussy. His tip just barely presses against your fluttering hole, and you can feel your insides ache with anticipation and utter need.

He’s teasing you. You’re overstimulated yet somehow unsatisfied. Your pussy is craving to be stretched out, and Katsuki is making sure he’s doing everything but that. He likes getting you like this— needy, clingy, nearly delirious as you beg for him. He likes to think of it as reparations for how insane you make him feel on the daily. 

You’re not sure how much more you can take. 

“Katsuki, please,” you whine, lifting your hips to grind against his dick, hoping to get what you want, what you need. You look up at Katsuki and for a moment, you think you’ve got him— think that you’d be able to look at him with those doe eyes and get what you want easily, like always. He never could refuse you.

But he merely smirks, and uses one hand to press you back down into the mattress. 

“Tell me what you want, princess. You know I’ll make it good for you.” 

“Want you to fuck me, ‘ki.” 

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” you whine sweetly. 

“I’ll give you what you want baby,” he affirms, the timbres of his voice reaching the depths of your soul. He uses both hands to press both of your legs by your shoulders, cock lined at your entrance. I always do, don’t I?

You can’t stop the moan that tumbles out of your lips as he fills you up. Katsuki presses a kiss against your forehead, relishing in the way you tighten around his dick. 

The familiar coil that’s been forming in your tummy is threatening to unravel, if your stuttered moans and breaths are any indication. Katsuki seems to know this too, as he pulls out right before you hit your climax. You whine at the sudden lack of overwhelming pressure, and Katsuki’s quick to silence you with a hard stare. 

His breath ghosts against your lips, vermillion eyes burning into yours with intense, unspoken passion. “What’s wrong, princess?”

You shake your head in the negative. “Wanna cum, Katsuki. Please.” 

He starts thrusting again, slowly and with purpose. His eyes never leave yours. It doesn’t take long for you to be on the brink of an orgasm again. “You want to cum, right baby?” He smiles when he sees you nod. “You can cum,” he says carefully, “but only if you do one thing for me.” 

“I’ll do anything Kats,” you manage to choke out. Katsuki continues to pound into you, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. You really would do anything, Katsuki’s own desire and utter want for you is so persuasive that you feel compelled to follow. 

“Don’t leave,” he whispers, lips pressing a chaste kiss against yours. “Stay with me, today.” There’s an urgency behind his words despite them being said so softly. 

Fuck it. 

You barely manage to let out a stuttered “yes, ‘ki,” before you reach your peak. The pleasure rolls over you in waves, tears threatening to spill as Katsuki continues to drill into you, chasing his own high. A few particularly rough thrusts punctuated by staggered moans let you know that he’s cumming. 

Katsuki manages to plop right next to you, bed shifting under his weight. You lock eyes as you both try to catch your breaths. He gives you a quick smile before pressing a kiss to your sweaty temple, one arm wrapping around you to pull you against him.

“So…” he starts, his eyes brimming with satisfaction, lips upturned into a smirk. He knows he’s won. “Ready for round 2?”

[gunwoo-bh]

you like because, you love despite part one [that question] - myg

that question

chef!yoongi x korean!f!doctor!reader | mdni 18+

summary »» Your friendship always made sense to you and those around you. It wasn’t difficult when both your parents grew up together as best friends too. Your moms always used to refer to your friendship as being written in the stars, whereas your dads believed it impossible for you two, being girl and boy, to be best friends. Your mothers constantly remind them how wrong they’ve been to believe that. Or were they?

cw »» fluff, angst, reader is korean for story’s sake, reader is an overthinking queen, yoongi is quiet and broody, sweetness, besties are best friending

wc »» 8.6k

author's note »» Welcome back everyone to my new series! I am nervous but so excited to begin literally a new chapter of writing. I hope you love these characters as much as you loved the night shift ones. There's definitely gonna be more intensity (smut, angst) in this story for sure. Well, here it begins and I plan on posting a chapter a week (hopefully on the same day) to give me some time between each to carefully write each new one! ENJOY :D

Celebrating a big event in your friend group required a lot of planning. To get everyone in one spot was a herculean task in and of itself. That’s why when you waltz into your best friend’s restaurant about an hour after your shift you are frazzled and out of breath, walking through the kitchen and to the front of house where you stop dead in your tracks with a gasp. 

“Wow!” 

You smile, taking in the slightly different layout changes and decorations that have been put up. Two or three tables are lined up together to make one large one, candles lined up neatly in the middle alongside some congratulatory flowers, kept as far away from the candles of course. Each seat already has plates set up with a small name plate, designating who sat where. 

“This looks amazing!” Unable to hide your excitement over it all, you wander over to it as you look up to your friend. “How long have you been at this?” 

Yoongi shrugs, “Just a little while.” 

Ever nonchalant, Yoongi will never admit just how much he’s touched when people appreciate his thoughtfulness and this here is yet another great example of it. 

“I mean it, they’re going to think it looks amazing!” 

“It’s not much…”

You groan loudly, slipping your coat off and tossing it over one of the unused tables, cocking a hip and crossing your arms over your chest, “Yah. Min Yoongi. Once, just once in your life can you just say ‘thank you, I put a lot of thought into it’…”

He turns to you, smacking his lips together, “Thanks?” 

You inhale sharply, holding that breath in your chest before huffing a laugh and glaring at him, “I have to remind myself that you do this with the sole purpose of annoying me…”

He doesn’t grin, but even the slightest crinkle at the corner of his eyes tells you he’s amused as he nods, “So, how was work?” 

It’s your turn to shrug, lips pursed, “So-so. I had appointments back to back, it felt like I got nothing done and I have a pile of paperwork waiting for me tomorrow when I get back…” you rub at your stiff neck. “How about yours? Was it hard explaining to customers you weren’t open for dinner service?”

“What can they do?” You snort, shaking your head. “I opened for lunch, had a note on all week and closed the doors at 3 p.m. And still, some were surprised.” 

Your eyes follow him for a moment, grabbing spoons and chopsticks from a stack of them on the counter as you begin putting them down at each place setting. 

“I wish I had that gift. Letting people be.” You pout as you round the table.

“What do you mean?” 

You glance up quickly, catching a glimpse of his mousy blonde hair disappearing behind the bar, “Like…I wish I didn’t care about inconveniencing people, especially when I’ve given plenty warning or carefully planned for it, like tonight?” You hear him hum for you to continue. “It’s been weeks in the making, and I planned meticulously not to have a shift tonight. So, when a doctor called in and someone had to extend their shift by a few hours I felt awful because I was asked and said I couldn’t…” 

“A lack of planning on their part doesn’t constitute an emergency on yours.” You snap your head at him, his head barely peeking out from behind the bar. 

“I wish it was that easy for…” you point to your head, grabbing neatly folded napkins and going around the table the same way you did with the utensils.

“You can do it, I’ve seen you. You’re just too nice. You don’t like to make waves.” You scoff, thinking of a retort before jumping when you feel heat at your neck. 

You go to turn but Yoongi walks around you, grabbing the napkins from you as he points for you to sit down. You reach for the warmth at your neck, feeling it between your fingers and recognizing the shape of the heat pack as you smile. 

You pull a chair out, plopping down on it, “I just hate disappointing people…” 

Your answer gets a reaction, Yoongi looking up from across the table at you, “People are gonna use that kindness against you, y’know…”

“I know…” you shrug, resting the pack higher on your neck. “When is everyone arriving?” 

“Around five.” He looks at the clock then back to you. “Can you go fire up the stove and start heating the two pots I have on there? Medium-low heat, please.” 

“Mhm.” 

Standing up, you hold onto the heat pack at your neck and walk past Yoongi, feeling his eyes on you until you disappear in his kitchen. You feel privileged every time you get to step back here, fully aware of how protective Yoongi is of his restaurant but mostly, his kitchen. Once they’re on and head back out, you see him placing three portable BBQs on the table.

“Can you grab me some propane from behind the bar?” 

When he lifts his head to look at you, you’re grinning because you’re already grabbing them, sauntering them back to him as he takes them from you with a sly grin. 

Your friendship always made sense to you and those around you. It wasn’t difficult when both your parents grew up together as best friends too. Your moms always used to refer to your friendship as being written in the stars, whereas your dads believed it impossible for you two, being girl and boy, to be best friends. Your mothers constantly remind them how wrong they’ve been to believe that. 

“Has Hoseok told you he’s bringing his girlfriend around?”

You glance up with a smile, “I did! He shot me a text the other day asking if I’d mind. I told him it was silly for him to ask.”

“What about you?”

“Huh?”

A silence hangs for a beat.

“Is Daehyun coming tonight?”

There it is. 

The question you were waiting to hear from him. 

You don’t know why you dread any of his inquiries about any relationship you’ve had. 

Stop lying to yourself. You know exactly why. 

Yoongi is everything a friend should be when you’re in a relationship and going through the ups or downs of it. He’s supportive, a good listener and lets you vent your frustrations without belittling your boyfriend or your relationship. But he’s also brutally honest too, he won’t sugarcoat when you’re being too passive or when you’re obviously unhappy. And he’s unfortunately been right about every single one of your relationships.

Damn him, sometimes. 

“We broke up.”

He doesn’t look up. Instead, he’s still fiddling with the propane tanks but stills for a split second. 

“You okay?”

He looks up then, standing at full height as he watches you. He’s concerned, you can tell. Anyone else might think he was indifferent to the news but his taking a moment to just look at you is how he shows he’s concerned. He waits to hear from you that you are okay. “Yeah,” his head tilts just a little, “it was…mutual.”

He doesn’t believe you one bit and puts his hands on his hips, disapproving of your lie. 

“I mean it, I’m fine. And no, it wasn’t mutual but I’m not heartbroken over it either, which is the biggest hint that I should have ended things before…”

“So, you broke up with him?”

You glare at him, giving him a pointed look and he raises his hands in surrender, giving up on asking any more questions about it. You are both quiet briefly before he asks again.

“You okay, though?” 

Looking up to watch the way he tries to level eye to eye with you makes you relax, nodding gently, “Yeah, I’m okay. I promise.” 

He seems to believe you because he doesn’t push it. 

“How’s your neck?” 

You remove the heat pack when he mentions it, “Better, thank you.” 

“Yeah, don’t mention it.” 

As you get closer to the end of the hour he brings out side dishes which you help him plate carefully while he busies himself in the kitchen making sure everything is in order. He pokes his head out to check on you but you know how he likes things to be, meaning Yoongi doesn’t concern himself with you getting things done. He knows you will. 

A loud knock against the glass startles you, twisting your body around on the stool and seeing some of your friends already present. You laugh at their silliness as they dangle bottles of wine and soju in their hands. 

“Yoongi! They’re here!” 

You run to the door giggling already when you unlock it and are suddenly enveloped in a group hug, giggling when you nearly get trampled. 

“You guys are early!” 

Taehyung, Jungkook and Jimin are the firsts to arrive, the three of them still squeezing you as they push inside the restaurant. 

“We wanted to help but it looks like you and Yoongi got that covered!” 

The man in question comes out of the kitchen with an apron around his waist, “Yah! You guys are always early but never early enough to help…I swear, you’re incorrigible.” 

They all cling to you as they look at their friend, Jimin pouting, “We brought booze?”

Yoongi frowns, “I have booze here?!”

You snort, Yoongi glaring at you as you cover your mouth as Jungkook says, “We brought some so you didn’t have to dig into your stuff here…” 

You shuffle back towards your seat, glancing back as the boys have a playful standoff. You mouth a small ‘stop’ to Yoongi when he quickly glances at you and rolls his eyes.

“Don’t make a mess and grab the side dishes, put them on the table…” 

You’re about to protest but he says, “Shhh, you’ve worked enough today.”

When Yoongi gives you that tone you listen, pouting as you move away from side dishes and where your name plate is, right next to Yoongi’s. He walks back to you as he puts the boys to work, heat pack in hand as he places it on your neck again without a word. 

It’s amusing to watch all four of them try to function in this environment. Yoongi is unwilling to release control but the guys constantly try to push boundaries, trying to sneak into the kitchen as he tells them off. Witnessing that is the most hilarious aspect of your group of friends. 

You take your phone out, noticing about a half a dozen messages including one from your now ex-boyfriend. 

Daehyun [4:39 PM]: Call me.

You scoff, glancing up and excusing yourself, squeezing Yoongi’s arm on the way out, knowing he will ask you if you’re alright and you hope the gesture is enough to reassure him as you step out with your phone to your ear. 

“What was that about?” Jimin asks.

Yoongi still watches as you disappear out back, only glancing back at your friends after a moment, “No idea.”

Taehyung cautiously approaches Yoongi, Jungkook in tow, “Is it true Daehyun broke up with her?”

Yoongi’s head snaps up so fast it startles all three guys, “How did you know?” 

Taehyung mouths the air, looking to Jungkook for support as the youngest speaks, “Well, we bumped into Eunseo and she told us…Asked if we knew anything about it but we didn’t.” He’s quiet for a moment. “Is she okay?” 

“We assume you’ve talked…” Taehyung says gently. 

Yoongi nods, “Don’t mention it to her, okay? She’s okay though.” 

They take his word because they physically relax their stance, smiling softly as they look at Yoongi. He sighs visibly, shaking his head, “I swear she’s fine.” 

Yoongi doesn’t even really know that what he’s telling the boys is the truth but he has to believe in his own words, hoping to figure this out himself late too. He always found out eventually, that was the nature of your friendship. Knowing everything about each other. At least, almost everything. 

“I need to grab some makgeolli* from the back…” Yoongi stands straight, “can you make sure not to burn the place down and start the grills at low-medium heat?”

They nod as he walks to the back of the house, walking through the kitchen past the fridge where he’s supposed to get the makgeolli and to the back exit, leaning against the doorway as he watches you pacing on the phone and listening to what he expects to be the end of the conversation. 

“I’m not home right now. I’m at the restaurant…” silence falls, then your groan, “I’m not starting this talk with you again, not right now. I’ll text you tomorrow and I’ll have your things ready for you to pick up…bye now.”

He doesn’t want to be caught eavesdropping but of anyone, you are more likely to not get upset or embarrassed by it being him. You look caught red handed when you turn to head back in but Yoongi steps out to meet you in the back alley. The early autumn season air makes late afternoons chilly, your breaths visible in the air.

“Was that…?” 

You nod, “Yeah.” 

“You okay?” 

“Annoyed.” 

He nods, rubbing the back of his neck, “Wanna tell me what happened? Or you wanna ignore it for right now?”

“Insecurity happened. And…can we not talk about it until after? I don’t wanna be thinking about him tonight of all nights…” he watches you smile but it doesn’t reach your eyes, “I wanna be there for Hoseok.”

Yoongi can only nod, watching you, “We’ll talk?”

He watches your annoyance melt into softness, your shoulders relaxing as you nod right back, “Of course. You know me, I’m gonna need to vent sooner or later…” 

He resists grinning, instead huffing the smallest acknowledgement with a quirk of his eyebrow, “It’s cold, let’s go back inside…” he moves off to the side to let you pass, following after you. 

He stops by the fridge, grabs two bottles of makgeolli and watches as you stop a few feet away, “I told them I was grabbing these…” 

You grab them from him, “Stay here for a second. I’ll say I grabbed them from you.” 

“Hey!”

You turn around, “The guys know…about Daehyun. Eunseo told them.”

You smile at him, mouthing the smallest ‘thank you’ and he knows what for. You disappear out front, leaving Yoongi standing in the kitchen as he stares after you. He makes a mental note to remind you to change the code to your door when you get home as goes into the freezer to get the meat. 

Until then, he focuses on the evening ahead. 

Your conversation with Daehyun continues to ring loudly in your head when you bring out the bottle of makgeolli, placing them on the table. You hear squealing, your name being called catches your attention and you break out into a smile when your friends, Harin and Soojin, run to hug you as you giggle. 

“When did you get here?!”

Harin rubs your back, “Just now, we stopped to grab some wine!”

Soojin walks up and gives you a bottle, “We grabbed your favourite but it looks like you already have one here.” 

You twirl around to the table where you see your favourite white wine, “Oh.” You look confused, but Soojin only grins.

“More for you then. I hope you’re not driving.” She teases.

“No, I’m crashing at Yoongi’s.” You don’t catch the exchange of looks between Soojin and Harin as you grab the wine from her. “Thank you. Let me know and I’ll transfer money back to you.”

“Never mind that.”

You shake your head, hugging her tightly, “Well, thank you.” 

“Have any of you met Hoseok’s girlfriend yet?” Jungkook asks out of nowhere. 

Ah yes, you’re reminded how big a night it is. You’ve all gathered to celebrate Hoseok opening his dance academy, in a trendy part of Seoul no less, and having booked lessons back to back for the first month already. Not only that, but he is also introducing his girlfriend of three months to you guys, his closest friends. 

All of you say no at the same time.

“I saw her on his socials but never in person. She seems super sweet.” Soojin comments, shrugging. 

You know just how intimidating it is to meet your group of friends, considering yourself lucky to have been grandfathered in thanks to your friendship with Yoongi. You can only imagine what it’s been like for every single partner to meet everyone. It’s a process, you know that because you had been a wreck prior to Daehyun meeting everyone. You always feel for the girlfriends, or boyfriends, that have had to go through this. 

“As long as we don’t try to embarrass poor Hoseok, I think everything is gonna be fine…” you remind them, always more sympathetic towards these ‘meeting the partner’ dinners than some of your more playful friends. Everyone always has everyone’s best interest at heart but not without any teasing of course. 

“She’s a ballerina. She’s going to teach at his academy. That’s all I know.” Jimin explains, holding his phone up. “Namjoon and Seokjin are just around the corner, Hoseok also just texted and they’ll be here in fifteen.”

You clap playfully, “Alright everyone, don’t scare the girlfriend off and be nice. Otherwise, we’ll never hear the end of it.”

Everybody scatters to finalize what needs to be done. Jimin and Jungkook are gathering more booze for easy reach as Soojin and Harin set up the gift table and Yoongi brings out the meat, placing the three large plates evenly across the table. You are grabbing some sodas, specifically some Sprite for the man of the hour right as he, and his new girlfriend, walk in. 

Everyone cheers, clapping for him as he bows over and over, pretending to cry which prompts everyone to laugh, his poor girlfriend standing behind him shyly as he pulls her into his side. Hoseok introduces his girlfriend, Minha, to everyone and as everyone disperses, all the girls converge in a corner to make Hoseok’s girl feel welcomed.

As you would back in school, you all explain to her the dynamics of the group as fast as you can before Yoongi clearly calls everyone to sit so you can all start eating. Soojin links her arms with Minha, tugging her to her designated spot next to Hoseok. You’re smiling softly as you walk around the table to your spot, Yoongi pulling out your chair as he patiently waits for you to sit down. 

Aside from you, couples sit together and the singles are sprinkled between each couple, everyone settling in and the only sound heard amidst some commentary is the sizzling of meat on the grills. 

You grab your already poured glass of wine, quickly glancing at Yoongi in thanks, as you wait for him to finish cooking the meat, trusting his expertise on cooking. Hoseok looks at the spread, touched as he shakes his head.

“Wow, bro, you outdid yourself! Thank you, this is almost too much.” He places a hand over his heart as he smiles. 

Yoongi shrugs, “I could take some away.”

Hoseok stares at you next, “Can’t he ever be normal and just say ‘my pleasure’?”

You raise your hands in surrender, “I’ve tried.” 

The boys chuckle, Harin looking at Minha at that moment, “So, let’s get started,” Minha has a timid smile on her lips, “tell us how you two met?”

Hoseok is far too prepared because he jumps right into it, meeting at a café nearby after teaching dance classes respectively at different academies and Hoseok boldly asking for her number. 

“He asked for my number, and I said no, but he promised that if I agreed to go on a date with him and I wasn’t impressed? He’d leave me be. He’d lose my phone number.” Minha pauses, coyly grinning. “Needless to say, I was impressed.”

“How did he convince you to teach at his academy?” 

She smiles, “Two of my classes were cancelled and finding a good academy to teach at is hard…” she looks adoringly to her man, “and he offered me a job, and I honestly had no idea until then that he was opening his own academy. We’d been dating almost two months when he said his academy was opening soon and that he was looking for a ballet teacher…”

“So, I offered her the job.” He smiles brightly at her, making you envious of how smitten they were with each other. 

Seokjin shakes his head, “Wow. Look at our friend being a romantic through and through. We taught him well…” 

Hoseok groans, “Taught me what? This was all me!” 

Everyone laughs and you hide behind your hand, chewing on a bite of food as Yoongi places more beef on your plate, before asking Minha, “What ages do you teach?”

“Mostly kids. Anywhere between four all the way to twelve year olds.” 

You smile at her before adding, glancing at Hoseok with a mischievous look in your eyes, “Well, if you have the patience to teach children, you will have plenty of patience to be his girlfriend…”

Hoseok gasps dramatically, “You did not!”

You nod, “Yes, I did!" 

He starts pouting, Minha patting his cheek as she turns to all of you with a grin and it isn’t long before stories get shared from all fronts. 

Hours go by, everyone taking the time to really put in the effort to get to know Minha. You find out many things about her and one of them is that you two, specifically, have something in common. You both enjoy hiking and you easily talk about your love of it, making a girl date to go hike nearby some day soon. You’re just sitting back in your chair after showing Minha photos of your last hike, ironically one you did with Yoongi, and you are entering her contact information in your phone. 

“Finally someone who likes hiking!” You lean back in relief, smiling as you raise your phone. “Let’s go soon, mhm?”

She nods, smiling at you, “Soon, absolutely.” 

A quick but comfortable silence befalls the entire group. That is until Minha scans the entire group, still chewing on food when she asks the table. 

“So,” everybody looks up, “I’m curious but how did the couples meet? Were you all friends and some of you started dating or was it like me? Being brought into the group…type of thing…” She almost sounds scared when she finishes asking. 

Soojin looks at Seokjin with a ‘you want to tell her’ look and the man cannot refuse his girlfriend. 

“Well,” he’s so proud and while you’ve all heard this story before, seeing him this way makes listening to it worth it, “we met in University and we were in the same program…”

Soojin interjects, “We’re both lawyers.”

“Yes, thank you, and we actually weren’t fond of each other at first.” He looks to his girlfriend, amusement visible as they both remember their early on misadventures. “Actually, we were so competitive…”

“I have no idea how that turned into romance, to be honest…” Soojin laughs, looking at him. 

He frowns, “I was charming.”

“You had your moments, that’s for sure.” 

As Soojin tells the story of the moment things shifted between them, you feel an arm resting across the back of your chair as you give a cursory glance over your right shoulder and you see a hand so you glance to your left where you see Yoongi leaning back in his chair with his arm slung across the back of yours. You smile, relaxing as you focus on your friends. 

“So, us spending an entire night doing research for a case helped us grow closer and that sort of animosity slowly...dissipated…” Seokjin smiles as he listens to Soojin.

“And now here we are, almost four years later.” He wraps an arm around her shoulders and pulls her into his side with a kiss to her temple.

Minha smiles sweetly, glancing at Harin and Namjoon next, “And you guys?”

Namjoon blushes right away, rubbing one side of his face as he looks to Harin, “We’re…a little bit newer than those two,” he gestures to Seokjin, “but uh…” he trails off and looks to his girlfriend.

Harin happily takes over, “We’ve been friends for ten years, just friends for the longest time. We just started dating this year actually…” she looks at Namjoon as she grabs his hand, “about eight months ago.”

“Woooow! What…what changed in your friendship?”

You feel Yoongi move next to you as he stands and walks behind the counter.

“Well, we actually…actually, I was jealous when we were hanging out one day and a girl came over to boldly ask for his number and I just wondered what the heck it was I was feeling. Why did it bother me? He’s one of my best friends…y’know? That kind of stuff?”

Namjoon continues, “She got really quiet and then wouldn’t talk to me the rest of the day.”

“I was so annoyed, not even at him! At myself!” Everyone laughs at how outraged she still sounds. “When I started thinking even for a second that I could like him I was furious because there I was, about to ruin a nearly decade long friendship…”

“I was really confused…” She smacks him playfully.

“I really did not make it easy for him to figure it out because I was also figuring it out. We had to have these two,” she points to you and Yoongi, “basically spill the beans about the fact that we were so obviously in love with each other yet so oblivious to it.”

You remember that day like it was yesterday, sharing a quick look with your best friend across the room before looking back at them.

Namjoon rubs the back of his neck, “Long story short, we went two days without talking and I hated it so, I went to her apartment and basically confronted her.”

Minha’s eyes widened, “How did that go?”

Harin laughs, “Well, obviously, in the end at least…” her cheeks reden at the memory, “he was going on a rant, he was pacing in my apartment and I just grabbed and kissed him.”

Everyone awes and wows at that, making the couple blush as some even start clapping. You sit there, your hands in your lap. You catch Yoongi walking back with a beer in hand as well as something else he keeps behind his back, your eyes sticking to his figure until he sits back next to you. You watch as he pops a can of soda open and places it in front of you without sparing you a glance, doing the same with his beer as he sips it.

“That must have startled you…” 

Namjoon laughs, “My world opened up then,” everyone chuckles, “it was the easiest yes on the planet and things haven’t been the same since. They’ve been better.”

“Was it a weird transition?”

They both look at each other, Harin shaking her head, “Not really. We kinda slipped into being a couple quicker than I think either of us expected…” 

Namjoon sits up proudly, “It was just natural, wasn’t it?” 

As you watch your friends share their love stories you can’t help but long for that feeling, something you regret to even acknowledge you’ve never felt. Not even with Daehyun. You don’t even think you’ve ever been in love before. The realization makes you sad, because a part of you now wonders whether or not you’re just that little bit too demanding with your expectations. 

“And what about you two?” 

You snap your eyes to Minha, surprised when she is staring straight at you with the sweetest smile and as you glance around the table you’re met with some startled looks from your friends. You’re entirely focused on figuring out what is happening to notice just how quiet things are as Minha asks again.

“Yoongi and you, how long have you two been together?”

Now, that is a question. 

You feel Yoongi tense slightly just from the way his arm shifts behind your back, never moving, not realizing how you sit up straight right away as you look at everyone around you. The last person you look at is Yoongi as he meets your eyes. 

Now, you've been asked this question before or similar questions to it. It is not so out of pocket for two best friends, especially boy and girl, to be asked whether or not they're dating. Not entirely uncommon. Somehow, though, not a question you've encountered together before in all nearly 25 years of your friendship. Not even once. 

So, you sit there in stunned silence for a few seconds before you remember you have to gather some semblance of thought in the disorganized chaos that is happening in your head. Why is this question easier answered when on your own rather than when said best friend is now staring at you? He knows the answer too. Right?

Except, this is not the usual question you get. 

Are you dating him? Are you two dating? 

That's what you're used to hearing when you're usually by yourself once he's made himself scarce. You suspect people don't ask him because if you don't know Yoongi he doesn't look like he welcomes this line of questioning. Hence, why people usually ask you that question. 

But it has been so long since this type of question has ever popped up. 

You clear your throat, mouthing the air for a moment when you feel Yoongi's knee gently nudge yours telling you he's right there. That fills you with comfort, even years into your friendship. 

You chuckle timidly, “Uh, well, we aren't dating actually…” you see the realization hit Minha as her features grow apologetic but you stop her, “it's fine! Don't worry. Wouldn't be the first time we're asked that, right?”

You expect Yoongi to be looking at you, agreeing with you but he instead is looking between you and his beer can, chewing his lower lip as he nods absentmindedly and that image strikes you as odd. It isn't the first time he's been asked that, surely?

“Right, not the first…” his voice sends a shiver through your body because it doesn’t feel like Yoongi. 

Minha apologizes but you stop her, smiling reassuringly, “Yah! It's okay! It's certainly not the first time I've been asked about us. Won't be the last. Answer's always been the same though.” You shift in your seat. “We've been best friends since we were kids. Almost 25 years, right?”

You look to Yoongi again for support as he nods, “This year.” 

You turn back to Minha, “We kinda come as a pair, so…don't fret too hard about this. It's all good!” 

Minha relaxes, making you release the breath you've been holding as you lean back in your seat and your best friend's arm at the back of it brings comfort as you smile at her. 

“I am so sorry!” She giggles, shy as Hoseok rubs her back sweetly while giving you, and Yoongi, a quick careful glance like he's checking that you two are okay. 

“It's all good! Don't feel bad about it. I've been told we give off vibes,” you see Yoongi's face snap to you from the corner of your eyes, “so, it won't be the last time I'm sure!” 

You glance down to your lap before grabbing your soda, sipping on it as you wave everybody off, “Guys! It's all good. You're all acting like it's the first time we've been asked this!” 

Finally they laugh, and slowly things go back to normal as the subject shifts to all your friendships. You exhale deeply as you relax for a moment. It feels like you've just crawled through a battlefield to get here. 

The rest of the night is filled with laughter and you’re left nearly forgetting that momentary awkwardness as desserts are had and gifts are opened, celebrating the accomplishments of your dear friend. 

The evening dwindles down and people begin leaving when the clock strikes just past ten. You laugh at how tired you all are now as adults. Your early twenties never would have seen any you anywhere a bed until three in the morning before. 

Minha and Hoseok are standing hand in hand as they thank Yoongi, you standing by his side, for cooking and hosting. He shrugs in his usual nonchalant way as you shove him playfully, “What he means is you're very welcome, I am glad we could do this for Hoseok and we got to meet you.” 

The tension you felt earlier returns for a few seconds when you notice Minha glance between the both of you with a small grin on her lips but you're left no time to think about it when she reaches out and hugs you. 

After your goodbyes you assure the rest of your friends that you'll stay behind to help Yoongi clean under the guise of it being your payment for him letting you crash at his for the night.

The restaurant grows quiet as the door shuts behind the last of your friends as you lock it, staring at your hand for a moment. This evening has felt like a marathon and you're just catching your breath. 

“You okay?”

You relax as you turn to Yoongi, relaxing against the front door as you look at him with the softest look.

You nod, “Just tired.”

“How's your neck?”

You smile, “It's all good, I promise. I'll do a heat pack when we get to yours.” 

He watches you carefully, licking lips as he nods mostly to himself, “Wanna get started so we can go to bed?” 

Your heart jumps as you nod, “Mhm. Let's go. Sooner we start, sooner we're done.” 

As he begins cleaning up the kitchen you start with the dining area, picking up all the recyclables and putting the trash all aside to throw before leaving. You stack up the dishes in a large tray for him to start going through. 

You're busy wiping down tables and chairs, putting everything back in its original position as you stretch your back. You sweep and mop the floor, wiping your forehead when you're finally done some time later. 

You can hear water running in the back as you wander back there to see Yoongi hand cleaning some dishes while the rest goes through the dishwasher. 

“Hey.”

He snaps his head up and smiles softly, “Hey. You good?”

Nodding, you point to the sink, “Need help?”

He takes a long few seconds before nodding, “Yeah. I won't say no…” 

You shuffle over next to him, standing side by side as you both quietly clean the dishes that need cleaning by hand. You both use this time to recharge, appreciating the mutual understanding that an evening like that really takes it out of both of you.

When you reach into the sink for a dish, you find nothing after a while. You look down then back to Yoongi who is smirking just in the slightest and you scoff, nudging him. He grabs your hand and looks it over before dropping it. 

“Make sure to put some lotion on…the soap will make your skin dry.”

“Mhm. I have some in my purse…” you dry your hands, walking back out front as you look at your hard work. 

“Damn. You did great. Looks like nothing happened.” 

You watch Yoongi come out with lotion in his hands, giving him a look, “I had some y’know?”

He shrugs, “Thanks for staying to help clean up. I know you work tomorrow.” 

He squeezes the product in your hands, nodding when you have enough to lather and cover the entire area. You look at him, his blonde hair falling in his eyes. 

“You wanna finish up here and just go up?”

He shakes his head, “I can manage in the morning with Jungkook.”

“Are you sure?” 

He nods, lips curling, “Let’s go to bed.” 

You follow him around as he shuts lights, makes sure gas is shut off and that the doors are locked as you head out front waiting for him to input the code for the alarm. You stand there next to him, waiting patiently until he nudges for you to head out. You wait as he locks the front door, bringing his hand to the middle of your back as he guides you to the stairs on the side of the building. 

You love the convenience of where Yoongi works and lives. He began renting the building about seven years ago and when his restaurant took off, not only was he able to buy the restaurant out right and own it, he had purchased the rest of the building and was now paying that off. He not only has his business but also lives right above it. 

He lets you walk up first, following closely behind as you get to the door. You key in the code like it’s second nature, pushing the door with your shoulder as you laugh when he reaches above you to push it open wider. You stumble inside as the lights come on. 

You’ve always loved Yoongi’s home. When he bought it he put a lot of time and effort into fixing it up, which is why having Namjoon as a best friend also helped. The man being an architect simply made the renovation process easier.

When he had told you he was planning on renovating the upstairs to make it liveable, you had not known that his home would be a rooftop apartment. You had spent some part of your childhood in one and had once told him of your dream to one day own and renovate one. 

He shuts the door behind you as you head to the guest room, but he grabs your arm, shaking his head, “Take mine tonight.” 

You stand there, staring up at him, “So, what’s that?” You point to the door at the end of the hallway. 

“The guest room.”

You point to yourself, “What am I?” 

He gives your full name as you smack him, earning yourself the smallest cackle out of him.

“A guest, you idiot. I’m a guest!” You laugh, hands on your hips. 

He makes a face, like he disapproves of what you’ve just said, “You’re not but okay. Now, take my room for the night, please.” 

He’s stubbornly standing in your way, guiding you to his room as you sigh, “Fine. You always do this. Why do you always do this I swear?” 

You see him snickering as you walk past him and down the second but shorter hallway which leads to one place only: his room. You walk in, again, like this isn’t weird but you start wondering if maybe it is. Paying no mind to your brain, you get comfortable in some clothes you’ve left here the last time. When you realize they’ve been washed you smile, getting changed as you head back out to see Yoongi also already in sleeping clothes. 

He’s at the stove already as he looks across the counter to you, “Want ramyeon?”

And even though you’ve just eaten a feast, the potential of a late night snack is far too tempting as you nod, “Yes.”

He immediately rips into the packets, earning your laughter as you walk to the kitchen, “Cut the green onions? Grab two eggs too?”

It’s easy between you two, always is whenever you’re here with him. 

You start cutting the green onions, careful not to hurt yourself as you stand near him. You feel him glancing at you, prompting you to stop chopping and look at him. 

“Yes?”

He shakes his head, stirring the pot again as you laugh. You’re cleaning up after yourself, moving around his kitchen as you tie your hair in a ponytail. You take it upon yourself to clean the few dishes that are already in his sink, allowing yourself to relax. 

“Have you ever been asked that before?”

You snap your head up and then your entire body towards him, “What?”

He’s dropping the eggs inside the boiling pot, swallowing thickly as he rubs his neck, “That question earlier…do you get asked that often?”

You raise your eyebrow at him, “Which one?”

“About us dating.” 

You feel a chill crawl up your back as the words leave him. Looking down at your hands at that moment seems easier. 

The truth is, you and Yoongi have never spoken about this before. You assumed he had been asked many times during your friendship, considering you had too but it was never acknowledged. Nothing was off limits for you guys and truly, you don’t even think this subject is off limits either but the air had been awkward around it earlier that evening.

In all your years of friendship you had truly never been asked that question when the both of you were in the same room. You can remember vividly whenever that question had been asked and it was always easy to just give the obvious answer. We’re childhood best friends, that’s all. 

So, being confronted with the question in front of all your friends had been a shock to the system that you were just now processing. Especially after Yoongi’s question.

You finally look back up and he’s already watching you, “Mhm. Yeah, a few times.” 

“How often?”

You sigh loudly. Why does that matter?

“I don’t know…” you think, “when we got out of high school and went to university? Almost every other day…usually by girls who wanted to date you. Sometimes because a guy didn’t want to ‘overstep’ if I was ‘your’ girl…” 

You wince at the annoying amount of times a girl approached you back then to ask about Yoongi. To say you were irritated at the time was an understatement. 

“Do you still get asked?” 

You turn your entire body to him, curious by his sudden interest since this kind of thing isn’t something he cares about. 

“Sometimes.” 

“Is it why Daehyun…” he stops when he realizes what he’s about to ask.

You open your mouth to retort but you stop yourself. You don’t snap at each other, that isn’t something you do. You’ve never yelled at each other. You’ve been mad at each other, furious even, but never once had he ever raised his voice towards you. And you won’t start now.

The truth is Yoongi isn’t wrong. 

Your phone call with Daehyun earlier reiterated your earlier argument with your now ex-boyfriend. The main reason being your lack of time spent together but the second reason being your friendship with Yoongi. 

“Yes.” 

His eyes widen, mouth falling open as he stares at you, “What?” 

“Look, we always said it would happen, right? That someday someone would be insecure. Well, Daehyun was. I don’t hold it against him but I do hold it against him that he tried making a decision for me like I was a kid being scolded. He ended it because I fought back…” you sigh, obviously irritated as you rub your neck. 

“He asked you to…what?” 

“To stop being friends with you. Didn’t ask, really. Told me I had to stop being your friend.” 

You don’t even have to ask him how he feels about it because for all of his nonchalance, Yoongi’s anger always shows in his features. And you can easily tell from his furrowed eyebrows, the way his lips are in a thin line and how his nostrils flare. It’s also better for you to just let him stew in it. 

“I said no, obviously.” You grab the cutting board as you slide it over to him. 

When he doesn’t move an inch, all you can think of doing is nudging him and he looks at you, jaw clenched as you pout, “Ramyeon. Please.” 

He grabs the bowl on the counter and makes you a bowl, adding green onions on top for garnish as he silently walks it to his table, you following diligently behind him. You sit down as you watch him go back to get himself one too, still silent and staring into nothingness. 

He sits down across from you, both of you slurping on noodles in relative silence as you glance up to him every once in a while. He’s deep in thought. He’s also carefully choosing his next words, you can tell. You stand, grabbing a soda from his fridge.

“You never thought about it?”

You freeze on your way back to the chair, watching Yoongi stare into his bowl.

“Thought about…what? Us?”

He turns to look at you so fast, you’re startled back and you bump into the kitchen island. He’s mouthing the air nervously and you’ve never seen him like this with you before. 

“No! I meant,” he inhales deeply, “I mean…” he goes quiet for a moment, “telling me to back off so he feels less insecure…”

You squint at him, “Who are you and what have you done with my Min Yoongi?”

He stumbles again over his words, this being the second time within minutes and so unlike him.

“What do you mean?”

“He wasn’t asking me to tell you to back off. He was telling me I wasn’t allowed to be friends with you because he was insecure.” Yoongi finally turns his chair to you, arms crossing over his chest as you sigh. “One, I won’t be treated like that because anyone is insecure. Two, I’m not a dog who can be ordered around. And three, you’re my best friend. In a situation like this you always come first.” 

He stares at you, truly taking in every word you say as he nods. 

“So, he dumped me. I honestly think he thought I held my self-esteem in our relationship and that I would crawl back on my hands and knees begging for him not to do that…” you purse your lips, “and I’m not sorry to say I would never do that. I won’t ever beg for a guy’s attention.”

Right there you see the subtle hints of a smile beginning to tug at his lips, licking his lips to try to stop it from spreading as he clears his throat. You glare at him, shaking your head as you sigh. 

“What?” 

“Nothing. I’m just…proud of you.” 

You stride over so fast he pushes his chair back as you raise your hand to flick his forehead and he starts laughing, grabbing your hands to stop you with ease as you look down at him. 

“Proud of me, huh? I don’t need you to be proud of me…” you’re fighting the urge to smile as you say this, nudging his knee with yours.

He holds your hands as he brings them down, “What do you need me to be then?” 

Oh. 

Oh? 

Why does your chest feel funny?

You smile as you sigh, “Here.” 

Yoongi’s lips purse just barely, mouth falling open as he exhales, “You know I am. Always.” 

He lets go of your hands, clearing his throat as you step back to sit in your spot across from him. He reaches over to pop your soda open, thanking him when you take a sip as you watch him. 

“Anyway,” he carefully listens, “when he said he wanted to break up, I wasn’t as sad as I felt I should have been…”

“No?”

You shake your head, “We were almost a year in and I never felt anything other than…affection for him. He was nice, treated me nicely until, well, y’know…and took me on nice dates, overall the experience was great and why does it sound like I’m writing a review for a restaurant?!?”

Yoongi snorts, hiding behind his hand, “I don’t know why but it really does sound like it…” 

You cuss him out under your breath, sighing as you stretch out, “Fuck it, I’m just gonna be celibate. I’ll be the fun aunt when everyone starts having kids…”

“You don’t mean that. You say that every single time.” 

You scoff loudly, “What if I do mean it now?” 

“Wanna bet?” 

You open your mouth to speak but shut it, pouting and groaning as you shoot up from your spot, grabbing the empty bowls, “I’m gonna clean and go to bed…” 

“Yah…Yah! Come on, I’m teasing…”

You huff and continue pouting as he groans when he pushes himself off the chair, following behind you, “Don’t! You’ve done enough tonight! I’ll clean this up and go to bed.”

Yoongi sighs, knowing nothing will convince you otherwise as he shakes his head, “I’ll get ready for bed then, mhm?” 

With a sleepy smile, you nod, “Mhm. I’ll see you in the morning then.” 

“I’ll make you breakfast. What time do you work? I’ll set an alarm.” 

You bite your lip, “I have a late morning. I work at ten.”

He nods, says nothing else as he wishes you good night and he reluctantly steps down the hall to the guest room. Once the door shuts, you finish the dishes quickly and shut the lights everywhere before heading to bed. 

The door clicks shut as you sigh, glancing around Yoongi’s neatly kept room. You wash up and crawl under the covers, smiling to yourself as you scroll on social media for a bit. Looking at the time tick by on your phone makes you aware of how tired you will be the next morning. 

You’re startled when your phone buzzes in your hand, a notification popping down from Yoongi. 

Yoong~ 🍊[12:03 AM]: I can hear you tossing and turning, leave the phone alone and go sleep.

Yoong~ 🍊[12:03 AM]: Please. 

This again.

You stop smiling as you put the phone face down on your chest, swallowing thickly while staring at the blank ceiling. The tightness in your chest has been there since dinner, ignoring it since then but not anymore. Not when, in the darkness of his bedroom, all there is to do, aside from mindlessly staring at the bright screen of your phone, is thinking. 

That damn question shouldn’t have put you in such a state, yet here you are wondering something that you had only thought of once, describing it then as a teenage indiscretion. But now, it feels more real. Being an adult always makes it more real. It’s easy to be in denial as a kid. 

But your mind is racing now because for the first time in fifteen years you are left asking yourself that question. The one question you had buried so deep down in your brain you were certain it would never surface again. Your heart dares flutter when you think of it and you promise yourself right here and then you won’t let it ruin things. 

It should have been obvious that you’d ask yourself this question more than once in your life, but until today, it had never happened. Being friends with Yoongi for so long and being as close as you are, of course people mistook you for a couple. But you remembered how quick your parents were to defend your friendship as just that – friendship. And then it was your turn to defend it, over and over again when people teased or harassed you. Yoongi always remained quiet, explaining it away as ‘people will believe whatever, there’s no use in arguing’ and you had been the opposite, vehemently going at everyone’s throat who dared question your friendship. Even when you were in the midst of your crush on him when you were fifteen, protecting your friendship above all. 

So, why is it that as you lie in his bed, under his covers after eating his food, you finally ask yourself the question you had evaded for so long.

Why haven’t you ever seriously considered dating Yoongi before?

author's note »» Here we are! I am truly embarking on a childhood best friends to lovers one, one of my favourite romantic tropes ever! I hope you enjoyed this chapter & that you're gonna look forward to what I am gonna put these characters through! Please, comment on any of these posts if you want to be added to the masterlist :D

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yup i've hit you with another list and once again i had so much fun putting it together... i was away for a bit but that spark came back and i'm back in action... this list holds so many amazing fics i've read it's alot of different types of storylines and some new genres i wanted to try out and i am so excited to go down that road with these new genres i haven't explored yet, but please do enjoy this list there's so many great fics here you will get lost in it i know it did, my next list should be out by next month i want to take time to read as many as i can and get back all that excitement so the next one might take a while... since these fics are so outstanding we can't forget to give all the love and support to the incredible authors who have taken the time to plan and write these fics without them we wouldn't get to read such beautiful and entertaining fics so please so them all the love and support in the world cause they truly deserve it leave them a nice comment, like and reblog the posts so others can discover them too and give them a follow and check out their masterlists i'm telling you, you will most definitely fall in love with their work and find lots of great pieces in there. most of the fics i recommend contain smut so no minors allowed and don't interact you as well as ageless blgs will be blocked and if you would like to share a fic with me you are more than welcome too i love hearing from you i hope you all enjoy this list and till next time ~ kiki ♡

f- fluff s- smut a-angst

series

between takes by @jeonstudios f s a

as a fluffer for a popular porn star, your focus is to keep him hard and performing on set. turns out he's not the only thing that's hard.

i want you to stay by @ahundredtimesover f s a

Working for Jungkook isn’t the same as working for Hoseok. For starters, Jungkook doesn’t smile, he doesn’t appreciate you, and he gives you too much work. It doesn’t help that he’s incredibly handsome and has women at his beck and call. But as the tension grows, it becomes impossible to resist him. You've dedicated yourself to your job for 8 years so when you finally decide to put yourself first, he asks you to reconsider. And while you know that leaving is difficult, you learn that when it comes to Jungkook, staying is always so much harder.

you're losing me by @sparklingchim s a

in the midst of marital challenges, jungkook and you grapple with the complexities of your relationship. yet, the lingering question whispers: how do you truly determine if the journey is worthwhile?

kiss the girl by @guked f s a

after saving a human prince from being drowned by the sea witch, you’re cursed by that infamous witch to live out the rest of your days as a human—unless you can manage to get true love’s kiss from that very same prince. which would be a simple task, had he not hated you the moment you met.

flux by @yoonia s a ft. myg

One of them is your longtime secret crush, while the other is the man with whom you had shared many heated nights filled with lust and forbidden desire, forever kept as your biggest secret of all time. You had sworn that those sinful nights would end, and that your secret crush would remain a secret. poly au

in motion by @/yoonia s

The rule is simple; you can look but you can’t touch. You’ve been attending the event for a few times since you’ve encountered the voyeurism club, but it was only when a certain boy arrives on one occasion did you feel the fire of lust burning inside.

what the fire gave us by @gimmethatagustd f s a

↬ You were born with a Gift that the world wanted to turn into a weapon. All Jungkook wanted to do was show you that you could find love, even in the dark.

friend in me by @ktheist f s a

“don’t confuse your party friends with your real friends.”

knife's edge by @readyplayerhobi f s a ft. pjm

The Jeon Clan is Family, built on blood and loyalty. It’s been an unspoken fact that one day you will marry the heir to the Clan, Jeon Jungkook. You would be a fool to deny that you love him, but what happens when you meet a blue haired man who offers you a chance at normality?

take a chance by @crystaljins a

You should have known the second your business partner asked you to plan his best friend’s wedding as a favour that it was going to be nothing but trouble. Especially when it turns out he’s in love with said best friend. And dying of a deadly disease because of it.

chess of ice by @jimlingss f a

Jeon Jungkook is a rising star, aka. hockey captain of a team heading for the Olympics. The last thing he expects is to begin a whole ‘nother sport, holding a broomstick in his hand, sweeping the ice and throwing dumb stones towards a target. As if that wasn’t bad enough, his love life is about to turn into a game of chess as well....and you’re his opponent.

diamond in the rough by @kimvtae f s a

When a business heir from Busan, Jeon Jungkook, meets you, a poor girl from Daegu, he doesn’t expect to fall as quickly as he does. He’s been told for his entire life to avoid Daegu, a town riddled with gangs and a history of a brutal murder in Busan, but he can’t stay away from you, even when he’s warned that you’re not good enough for him.

try hard by @hobibliophile f s

Yoongi asks you to help him photograph the university rugby team, and you’re reluctant until you see Jeon Jungkook in uniform. Damn.

cruel intentions by @jeonqukie f s a

All is well in your overtly simplistic life. You managed to maintain decent grades in university all the while progressing through your relationship with your long-time boyfriend and accompanying your best friend in her exhausting personal life. But as the saying goes when there are ups, there will surely be downs. While you’ve maintained this upward pattern, you are defeated when one afternoon inevitably brings you to a downward spiral. All good things must come to an end. Who knew you would be sharing the same sentiment with someone you barely know.

sillage by @deerguk s

Soulmate!AU where soulmates are drawn to one another by the infliction of physical touch, whether it be pain or pleasure. But it is only initiated once the two people somewhat interact.

remote learning by @hansolmates s

working remote sucks, and you would love a little relief. after buying a new toy to blow off some steam, you’re baffled when you can’t cum. however, jungkook thinks you’re doing it wrong, and shows you a thing or two.

when it rains by @choiwrites s a

Being an exotic dancer was never easy. Every day was the same for you, until you reached that one breaking point you’ve been avoiding since your miserable life started. On a rainy night, Jungkook and his yellow umbrella were your last call of hope.

hate at first weeb by artaemis, freckleyoon (ao3)

You just want to weeb in peace but your annoying downstairs neighbour just won't let you breathe

wanted by @jincherie s a

You were a deserter, a renegade, a wanted “criminal”. It was never in your plans to crash land on that planet, and it most certainly wasn’t in your plans to fall in love with it’s handsome ruler.  

everything in you by @jjungkookislife f s a

You want a baby and Jungkook is willing to help. f2l, roommates au, pregnant!reader

home for the holidays by @/jjungkookislife f s a

Jungkook is in desperate need to find a girlfriend for Christmas. His mom has nagged and nagged about him bringing someone home for the holidays. Determined, Jungkook recruits his friends in hopes of finding the right girl to take home. In need of a place to stay, and no plans for Christmas, you answer his friend’s ad. You have 25 days to convince not only his parents but his grandmother that you’re in a real relationship, solid enough to get through Christmas with the Jeons.

every breath you take by @junqkook s a

everything was going great when you first met jeon jungkook. he was a new light in your life with soft smiles and tinkling laughs; but then you noticed a lurking presence that seemed to follow you wherever you went.

navy by @jjkfire f a

He’s your best friend, practically your other half and the two of you have always promised to be there for each other no matter what. The both of you have dreams of professionally making music together one day and to you it’s almost like reality, a given really, and with each day, the dream starts to feel like it’s within reach. But, one day, with one sentence, Jungkook destroys it all.

wicked by @adonis-koo s a

In a desperate hope to stop war from breaking you are a serviced to wed the most vile man alive, the one who has committed atrocities and war crimes beyond comprehension, he who is responsible for the fall of many nations, the wicked prince who’s heart is made of stone. You are to marry a man who challenges every belief and moral you stand for, all while being faced in a foreign land with nobody but yourself too trust…But are you both truly that different? Or is hate not too far from love?

paper doll by @winetae s a

When the nation’s little sister, IU, gets into a huge scandal, your agency seizes the opportunity to thrust you into that now vacant spotlight. Your self-composed song Paper Doll becomes an overnight sensation, and soon people are itching to find out who was the one who broke your heart. All hell breaks loose once netizens discover that you used to date popular idol, Jeon Jungkook. Little do they know that it wasn’t him who left the relationship unscathed — it was you.

one shot

the devil's change up by @jungblue f s

Majoring in athletic training means you have mandatory observation hours to perform with every single sports team at your school throughout the year, and so far it’s been going pretty great. However, when regrets from your past cause your rotation with the baseball team to become a little rocky, there’s one star pitcher who says that he can make it all better. 

this is how we break up by @/ahundredtimesover s a

There are things you prepared for coming back home and that includes seeing your ex-boyfriend, but helping him design his apartment isn’t one of them. From meetings over coffee and lunches with your friends, you both learn more about the time in-between, and what you find out leave you heartbroken, wondering if there’s enough of you left to try to get back what you’d lost. “You know what they say about past lovers remaining friends? It’s either they never loved each other to begin with, or they still do. And we all know how much they loved each other, don’t we?”

a piece of the moonlight by @/jimlingss f a

For your loved ones, the people who are waiting at home, the people who have died - you will fight. And sometimes to fight means to sacrifice: who you really are and the person you really love.

the quest to bedding the lead singer of frontman by @kpopfanfictrash s

Frontman is your favorite band in the world and honestly, the only reason you waited this long in line is to stand at the front for a shot with the lead singer. Enter sexy sound boy, who just won’t leave you alone. (punk!Jungkook)

heartbreak trials by @dreamyjoons s a

it all started with a bet: the one with the highest body count would get the most illustrious prize - Namjoon’s bedroom. For you and Jungkook, the race was on.

perhaps love by @mangowillow f a

for as long as you can remember, you have been in love with your childhood friend turned roommate, but jeon jungkook remains oblivious even when he comes to comfort and help you sleep every night.

what? now by @theharrowing f s

For as long as you and Jungkook have been friends, your feelings for him have been unrequited. Or have they?

lilac wisteria by @blushoseoks f a

the first time jeon jungkook says that he is going to marry you, you are five years old sitting underneath a large wisteria tree.

tell me no lies by @jeongi f s a

You chose to rob your boss, however; you never expected to fall in love with him.

mcd*ckin by @jinned s

"So, if I'm so predictable," you tease, running your finger along his clothed chest, "what am I going to do next?"

things you said while you were driving by @cupofteaguk f

post breakup au

(y)our name by @jjkpls f s a ft ot 6

It’s always been the two of you since you were little. People came and went in your lives and Jungkook didn’t mind until you turn into grown-ups and he starts to mind a bit too much.

(un)welcomed addition by @shuadotcom f a

After a drunken one night stand with your neighbor, you have your reasons for wanting to forget it ever happened and never talk to him again. Unfortunately, Jungkook wins the award for the world’s worst neighbor so his 3 am wakeup calls and mail stealing have you banging at his door on an almost weekly basis. You just want to make it to the end of your lease so you can leave all the traces of the fuckboy next door behind...unless your feelings get in the way of course.

Just Like the Movies by @/shuadotcom f s a

When you need a fake date for your cousin’s wedding and all of your other friends have plans, that only leaves your best friend Jungkook - who you also happen to be completely in love with. It’ll be easy getting through a week of fake dating him, right?

watermelon sugar by @/shuadotcom f s a

When your friends outvote you for your annual summer trip, you end up stuck at a beachside town. To make it worse, there’s an irritating local surfer boy that won’t leave you alone… that is until you see him shirtless and in the water - then you don’t want him to leave you alone and your unexpected summer romance begins.

take my whole life by @/ktheist f s a

chaebol au. arranged marriage au. expecting parents au.

never let you go by @yeojaa f s

You do things without thought, making impulse decisions that’d make Freud proud.  Sometimes they pay off, sometimes they don’t. (or:  Jeon Jungkook’s just as impulsive as you.)

speaking in bodies by @/yeojaa f s a

The holidays have never meant much to you - less a promise of Christmas morning joy and more a reminder of all the things you’ve lost.  Some would call you a grinch; others, just a plain old asshole.  Jeon Jungkook would call you both.  The more time you spend together, though, the more you thaw, melting beneath the sun that seems to sit right in the centre of his chest.

howling for you by @fortunexkookie f s

The way your Little Red Riding Hood costume lured over a fuckboy in a half-assed werewolf costume was a little cliche, but god damn was he beautiful. He promised he had plenty of big things to show you, and you took him up on the offer, not realizing that you might’ve bitten off more than you could chew

cold nights & blurred lines by @awrkive f s a

jungkook and you have been in a sexual relationship with each other for four months now, and it’s casual for the most part. but as time passes, you can’t help but feel that some of the lines suddenly got blurred in the process. is it a cliché to blur the lines with your fuck buddy? it definitely is. will you do something about it? both of your emotional constipation have a hard time saying yes.

christmas is waiting for you by @/lamourche f s ft myg (ao3)

Being home for the holidays surrounded by your well-meaning family isn’t that bad. All you have to do is (1) survive the Andersons’ annual Christmas Eve party, (2) avoid all questions about your job, and (3) avoid your high school nemesis (not a crush!), Jeon Jungkook.

lost stars by @/subvk f s a (ao3)

Falling in love with Jeon Jungkook was everything you’ve ever dreamed of and more, but maybe it was exactly that: a dream so blissful and comforting that it was too good to be true, something that could all disappear when the night changes to day, and your eyes open again. Or, making a marriage pact with your best friend was supposed to instill a sense of hope for you, so why does this hurt you more than it should?

a beautiful epiphany by @/subvk f s a (ao3)

Derailed by heartbreak and the loss of inspiration, Jeon Jungkook tries to rediscover his love for art again. As his best friend, you’re willing to do anything to help him reignite his lost passion. Little do you know that the struggling artist’s new muse is closer than you think.

the philosophy of goodluck by @kidguk f s

“you told me i looked good and that you needed to get a tattoo of my face” is not the explanation you wanted to hear from the tattoo artist that permanently etched the dumbest drunken request of your life onto your skin.

mountebank by @/kidguk f s ft. pjm

Soulmate AU featuring Jimin, in which you’ve been waking up next to your soul-enemy and running from your soul-mate. Figure that mess out, will you? 

holidays of breads and wood by @cutaepatootie f a

Every December now smells like freshly baked bread and wood to you. Its cold wind brings you memories of him every morning as you are kneading your mixture of water, flour and a pinch of nutmeg – the secret ingredient that makes your bread taste so special. It seeps through the open window of your small kitchen and shakes your entire body. It seeps under your flour-stained apron, getting through your clothes and reminding you of his soft touch. It sounds like forest and shines like snow under the sunlight. It fills your nostrils with familiar scents. Every December now feels like distant memories of a man you once knew, who loved to carve his dreams in wood.

a fallen bookmark on a thursday afternoon by @/cutaepatootie f s a

He came to you like the air comes into the train station after the fast arriving of the machine. It comes fast and unexpected, making you hoist your head to look at the long vehicle and the people inside. It is so fast you can’t even distinguish the different wagons. As the train comes to a stop, the wind that it creates plays with your hair, leaving you breathless. That’s how Jeon Jungkook came into your life.

every kind of way by @gukslut s

Three little vignettes, three completely different experiences, same perfectly wonderful boyfriend JK

heavy lifting by @snackhobi f

you work the night shift in a supermarket. and now your crush, aka the cutest boy in the world, aka the guy you’ve been thirsting after for months, aka jeon jungkook, works the night shift too.

blue orchid by @inkedtae f a

hanahaki & soulmate au

up to snow good by @aredheadedmess f a

It’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt.

cherry bomb by @milfgyuu f s

You’re a cocktail waitress in a high end nightclub and you’ve been mutually crushing on one of the bartenders. Tonight, one of your customers oversteps boundaries and when Jungkook gets involved, you’re ready to toss your ‘no dating co-workers’ policy out the window. 

work it out by @/choiwrites s

You never would have thought that you’d be working with the college dropout who was coincidentally your best friend’s ex-boyfriend, Jungkook. Saying his name already burns your tongue, you wonder how long you can hold your professionalism around him.

all in by @iamjungkooked s a

Jeon Jungkook is everything you have ever desired in a partner. He’s kind, passionate, funny, honest, warm and every positive adjective in the dictionary. He totally gets you and you get him. He seems like the perfect guy for you, except he is dating your best friend. What could possibly go wrong?  OR  The four times you get the wind knocked out of you by Jeon Jeongguk

until my last breath by @/iamjungkooked s a

Sporting an undercut and tattoos Jeon Jungkook waltzes back in your life after 5 years of being away. You think you know him– and just when you think you have gotten close, he reveals a secret (or two). Following this, is a series of trials and tribulations that concludes in a way you never expect. (Alternatively: the one where Jungkook creates a mess out of you)

está dañada by @aquagustd f s a

life through the eyes of someone who watches you fall apart and helps gather the shards of your heart, only for you to make the same mistake time and time again, but he refuses to accept the truth because to him, you’re infallible.

coin toss by @yoondoze a

you and jeongguk go way back, even before you were the menacing duo many knew you to be, even before he brought you into the mafia and left you there to join the city’s detective agency. a call for cooperation comes out of a common enemy, requiring the two of you to reconcile for one last mission.

wonder by @bubmyg f a

romance novels lie about finding some deep epiphany in the ocean because you find your inspiration in some chlorine tainted red locks or where jeongguk isn’t smooth with a pool net. 

starboy by @sugaxjpg s

Jeon Jungkook was, above anything else, the type you should not get involved with. He was the guy who slept around; the guy who was gone before you woke up; who left a path of broken hearts and missed calls wherever he went. He was right in just about every wrong way. That being said, maybe the bet you made with your friend could be the best thing that happened to you in a long time, and even enough to break the chain of misfortune that circled your party nights — after all, it was all just a simple, four-part plan to make Jungkook beg for you. What could possibly go wrong?

symmetry by @adriftmoonchild s a

with both of you being from rival houses, the smirk that jungkook seemed to throw in your direction every shared class did nothing for your disdain towards him. as far as you were concerned he was arrogant and childish; you just wished he wasn’t so damn good in bed.

little surfer girl by @ppersonna f s a

every summer you watched jeon jungkook turn into a perfect, professional surfer.  every summer, you wanted him more. this summer, you were determined to make him yours.

↬looking for other jjk fics or the other members check out my library

[mause-is-a-mess]

Phineas Flynn is haunted as he grows up; not by his past successes or the threat of being busted, but by his boredom.

It follows him everywhere, and becomes an issue for the first time when he gets into college or university. He is brilliant, whip-smart, and beloved by his peers and professors alike. He also changes his major three times then drops out within a year. It's not that the classes are too difficult for him, it's just that he is being asked to sit still and study the same thing for days, weeks, years on end. Sitting through four full years of one thing feels like absolute torture.

It keeps following him though, into trying to find work. It's not that Phineas isn't capable, he's able to pick things up significantly more quickly than the average person. However it's nearly impossible for him to hold down a job for any extended period of time because the monotony will always get to him. The demand to do the same things over and over, and the rules, oh God the rules. Why does he need to do things by the book when he has already come up with a dozen better ways to accomplish the same task, all before their lunch break?

This frustration would probably result in Phineas ending up as a self-employed consultant/contractor, giving him the flexibility he desperately needs. His friends and family would surely help support him while it's just starting up and with how strange their world gets, there's definitely not going to be a shortage of interesting things to get involved in.

Like yes, Phineas Flynn definitely needs an ADHD diagnosis but I also can't see him medicating that much for it. My headcannon for him sees him working with it and leaning into it (with help from the people around him) and living a happy and fulfilling life.

[inmyheaddd]

when you're close to me - grayson hawthorne x reader

summary: trying to get grayson hawthorne to have a reset day— lots of laughs... lots of kisses... not much of the reset day actually taking place... wc: 1.2k

grayson stood in front of you, hands resting on your waist as you sat on top of the sink counter and held his chin with one hand, the other carefully applying a facemark on his forehead with a brush. you focused on your task, determined to make it look perfect.

you had ordered him to close his eyes so you could put the mask on, even though he didn’t need to— not in any sense that was practical— but it was simply because his gaze was making you far too flustered to focus on the task at hand. the fact that he was this close only made it more difficult. 

“i don’t see why this is necessary,” grayson mumbled, his eyes still shut as you let go of his chin to hold his hair back.

“because,” you reasoned with a hum in your voice, “it just is.” you paused for a moment, “this is how reset days work. you’ve been so caught up in work, so let me just… do this for you.” you mumbled, evening out the shape of the grey mask on his forehead.

“i don’t need a reset day,” he countered calmly, “i’m fine.”

you almost let out a snort. “you most definitely do need a reset day.” 

grayson let out a slow exhale. “i’ve handled the past 20 years of my life without one. but, thank you for your consideration.”

you rolled your eyes affectionately, though he couldnt even see you. 

“thank you for your consideration,” you mumbled under your breath in mockery of his words. you huffed, “i’m going to kill you.” you were still muttering to yourself, to which you heard him laugh and open his eyes at. 

grayson tilted his head to the side, raising one of his brows up at you before he asked, “i’m sorry?”

“you heard me,” you responded, lowering your voice to add to the effect, “i know people…” you were happy to see his eyes again and see how they glittered with humour in this moment, but you couldn’t help but chide him for disrupting your ever-so-important endeavour of applying his facemask. “and, stop moving.” you continued as you pressed a thumb under his jaw, turning his face toward you again.

grayson ignored your ominous and extremely serious threat and closed his eyes again with the barest hint of a smile on his face. 

he stilled for a long moment, and you were getting along quite nicely with the mask, and you were even about to move to the rest of his face. that was until he furrowed his brows again. “may i just ask, what is in this?”

your hand dropped down to your sides with a huff. 

“oh my god,” you shut him up with a laugh as you shut your eyes for a quick moment, “grayson!”

grayson opened his eyes. the corners of his lips flickered up into a smile. 

for a moment, you stayed looking at eachother, feeling your own lips twitch as you held back a smile. it instantly became impossible for the both of you to hold back your laughter anymore. 

usually, you thought perfection was impossible. but it was here, it was effortless with grayson—his head tilted back slightly, grey eyes crinkled, and his usual composure slipping for just a second — beaming with that smile of his that was rare to everyone but you. you wanted to simply kiss his face all over until you were both sick of it. 

clearly, he must’ve been thinking the same thing, as he looked at you with affection swirling behind those icy grey eyes of his. 

a laugh escaped him while he shook his head amusedly, with one of his hands that were previously on your waist moved to cup your cheek, “i deeply apologise, sweetheart.” he murmured lowly, his lips sliding into a coy smile. “i understand your face mask duties hold a lot of importance.”

you yourself were still smiling, “oh shut up, you.” you muttered back, your faces inches apart.  

his gaze flickered to your lips right before you wordlessly leaned in to a kiss. 

at first, you giggled against his lips. that was before melting into the kiss with a lingering smile between you, 

you hopped down from the counter, and wrapped your arms around his neck as his other hand moved to your face. the gentleness of his touch and the kiss sent a swarm of butterflies right to your stomach. 

you felt light on your toes as his lips moved against yours like he had all the time in the world, and you could still feel the slight smile on his lips against you. 

his fingers curled at your waist, not pulling you closer, just resting there, like he liked the feeling of you this close.

and you—god, you could barely think. you just felt. the warmth of his touch, the soft pressure of his lips, the slight tilt of his head as he kept leaning in, deepening the kiss until—

you shrieked. 

you felt something cool, slightly tacky on your forehead…

it was near comical, the way grayson’s brows furrowed so quickly when you pulled back, and just as quickly smoothed over when he saw the laugh on your face.

he was still confused, clearly, but the smile you held soothed his worries. 

he tilted his head, trying to understand. “love,” he searched your eyes fore any hint of explanation, unable to hold back a little smile because of your own laughter. “what’s the matter?”

you covered your mouth, dissolving into a giggling mess. "your forehead," you choked out, wiping your own forehead that was touching his with the back of your hand. “it’s.. it’s wet.”

his expression blanked, a single brow raising in that oh so grayson way of his. and then, realization dawned.

the face mask.

he exhaled sharply, shaking his head as he ran a hand down his face. “that’s enough of this," he muttered, moving past you and turning on the sink.

you were a laughing mess, and you stumbled backwards, leaning against the back wall. you watched him roll his sleeves up and lean over the sink while he washed his face haphazardly— and dried it just as quickly. 

“grayson!” you managed to get out with your little laughs. “why did you wash it off?,” you were the one complaining now, though it was all jokes. you fake pouted, “that was expensive.”

he turned back, and his expression was half amused and half exasperated.

he ran a hand through his hair as he looked at you before he started walking to you. “i washed it off,” he started lowly as he got to you in two strides, “so i’d be able to do this.”

you fought back a smile, and kept your eyes on him as he got to you.  those same butterflies erupted in your stomach tenfold when his hands went to your waist, pulling you into him before his lips pressed into yours. 

just moments before, you were smiling because of laughter, but this time you were unable to stop the grin on your face because you simply felt so.. peaceful. fulfilled, even. you doubted you could ever get sick of being like this with him.

one hand moved to hold where your jaw met your neck, pulling you closer. 

no interruptions this time.

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[jaythes1mp]

Cat reader idea: which one is your favorite. Like Damian would be nice but he’s always on you for improper diet (you ate fruit and not the horrid wet food he leaves out for you)

Dick has no sense of personal space and he wants to squeeze your adorable little toe beans despite your protests.

Jason would be okay but he practically steals you at night for cuddles and for your own safety. Nothing safer than sleeping with a knife under your pillow.

Tim is iffy, he just likes your company, but the moment you sneeze he’s sending you to the vet- even worse when you get out, using your chip to locate you.

Bruce and alfred just adore you, but only get to see you now and then due to their busy schedules, mainly petting you when they walk by or doing your training.

:3 hope this is accurate lmao

Okay, this is beautiful and a perfect way to incorporate some things into the fic.

More on cat shifter reader.

01

Damian is 100% on your ass, meticulously keeping track of your dietary habits, setting up charts to keep track of your meal times, ensuring that the family knows exactly what you've consumed and what not to give you. This way, he can ensure that you're sticking to the food plan he's designed, with zero room for deviation. He even resorts to constantly reminding Alfred and Dick not to give you anything, no matter how hard your adorable little eyes plead up at them. Determined to make sure you stick to his meal plan. It’s even worse when you’re in your human form, despite his repeated warnings. — and don’t get him started on Jason. The man is the most difficult of them all to control when it comes to your diet. He completely ignores Damian's instructions and will immediately scoop you up and secure you in the cat carrier attached to his motorcycle if you even hint at being hungry. Then, he'll spirit you away to his apartment without a second thought, offering you an array of forbidden human foods in exchange for your sweet meows.

Don’t think about attempting to escape through him however, that would only lead to being futile. He's engineered his bike with a series of safety precautions, meaning that if you even displayed the slightest indication of trying to jump out or escape, the restraints would immediately tighten, making it virtually impossible for you to break out. Let alone breathe comfortably.

Moving back to your diet; Damian has completely altered the Wayne Manor’s kitchen to cater exclusively to your feline dietary needs. He’s even managed to ensure that the rest of the family has adapted their own diets to match yours, to prevent any accidents regarding food you’re not supposed to eat. Despite your attempts to reason with him, Damian refuses to acknowledge that as a human, you can safely consume foods like chocolate without getting sick. You’re a kitten after all.

Though, if by some chance you do manage to infiltrate the kitchen, an assortment of only the finest fruits are packed at the ready for you. Small bits of cut up mango, fresh unpackaged pineapple, blueberries, melon, bananas, apricots, apples and watermelon at the ready. The fridge always stocked full of cooked meats, fluffy cooked rice, boiled eggs, and vegetables.

Damian might not be overjoyed when you venture from the specific meats and hundreds of lavish wet food brands that he's tasked Pennyworth to prepare, he still begrudgingly accepts it as a form of compromise. As long as you’re eating things that fall within his carefully controlled parameters, he can justify allowing it. He’s aware that you need some form of autonomy and independence to survive in the manor, unlike many of his brothers.

He treats you the most reasonably.

02

Dick is definitely one of the people who gets loads of little cat clothes to dress you up in and needs to have you in his little cat bag so he can take you around everywhere.

Who cares about the numerous concerned remarks regarding your drowsy appearance? Dick simply laughs off their concerns. His kitten is just tired, he promises! After all, it’d be quite a hassle to have to explain to every person who stops for a photo that it's nothing more than the effects of the medication he's given you to ensure you remain placidly content and docile during cuddle sessions and neighbourhood walks.

Once Dick starts on your adorable little toe beans, there's no stopping him. He gushes incessantly about the cute contrast of pink and black on your little paws and how they're just perfect for the miniature cat-themed socks that Alfred has patiently taught him to make. He gleefully coos over your small digits, marveling at how perfectly they fit into the little socks. Aren’t you happy your big brother made them for you? Can’t you just purr this once, please? He won’t even get mad if you kick them off or tear them to shreds again!

He’s definitely the type to have an entire wardrobe filled with little outfits for you. A nice red bow tie to get you to look nice and handsome or a warm purple sweater for you to look pretty.

Dick's affection for you remains steadfast, even when you shift to your human form. However, in his mind, you'll always be his precious little kitten, and no amount of whining, hitting, or swearing can convince him otherwise. He's stubbornly determined to shower you with love and care, undeterred by any resistance you may offer. The world’s just too big for you, and he needs to protect you from it. So come sit on his lap and stop whining, the movie’s starting.

03

In stark contrast to Dick, Jason has a clear preference for your feline form, showing little interest in you when you appear as a human. He often ignores you entirely, showering you with love and attention only in your feline body.

It's a double-edged sword, this dynamic with Jason. On the one hand, you've discovered a way to make him leave you alone – simply appear in your human form, and he'll instantly lose interest. He'll glare, shake his head in distaste, and then storm out of the room, grumbling incoherently under his breath as he goes. Unfortunately, when Jason realises your tactic to avoid him, he'll barge into Tim's room unannounced, no matter the time of day or night. Tim, due to his habit of staying up late, will inevitably be awake, and Jason will insist that he make you transform back. Following his forceful tactic of making you transform back, Jason will quickly switch gears and act as though nothing untoward has happened. He'll enfold you in a tight hug and bury his face in your soft fur, nuzzling against you affectionately, completely unbothered by his previous behavior.

Given your penchant for exploring the outdoors, Jason often takes advantage of the darkness of the night to whisk you away. He's aware that you need to experience life beyond the confines of the Wayne estate's gardens, and he prefers to do it when the rest of the family is less likely to notice your absence. Or rather, more occupied with their nightly duties so they’re unable to stop him from taking you.

You’re still under complete lock and key, but at least you get to experience the night air every once in a while.

04

If I had to pick my favourite out of the ones you’ve written I’d go with Tim’s. It’s the one I agree with the most.

Tim likes to keep you sedated. Having you laid out nice and docile on his lap, desk, or of the many cat trees that litter the place, while he works away on the batcomputer.

He’s the most precocious, being particularly meticulous when it comes to your well-being, even the slightest sneeze prompting him to arrange a visit to the vet. Monthly veterinary checkups are non-negotiable, and he ensures that your health is consistently monitored. Saying that, he’ll never take you to a hospital with doctors that specialise in anything other than animals.

A sleek, high-tech collar encircles your neck, constantly transmitting your vital signs in real-time to Tim's phone. Additionally, a microchip planted in your body and trackers strategically installed on various parts of your anatomy ensure that they can monitor your location at all times ensuring that under no circumstances are able to escape.

Tim is the one who suggested and ultimately confirmed your declawing, dismissing your protests and tears as mere tantrums. Despite your pleas and emotional outburst, stating that it would render you disabled — equivalent to cutting off your fingers down to the knuckle — he remains cold and uncompromising. Your objections are disregarded, treating your fears as if you were a pet throwing a tantrum, denying you any agency in the matter. If you didn’t want this to happen, you wouldn’t have scratched them in the first place. It’s easier this way, really. They get to look after you in human form and there’ll be no more scratching up their arms or the furniture.

Initially, Dick supported your side, recognising your profound distress and desperation. However, after a conversation about how you would be completely reliant on him while in your human form, he changed his stance. He stopped giving the issue a moment's consideration, fully accepting Tim’s conclusion.

When it came to the decision, Jason and Bruce were in favor from the beginning. For Jason, it meant his new couch would remain unscathed, and prevented you from clawing at Bruce during business meetings while he held you snugly in his lap.

The sole member of the family fiercely opposed to the idea of declawing you was Damian.

Nevertheless, to Damian's dismay and your own, you'll be made to undergo the declawing against your will anyway. Despite his disagreement, he'll still be there to gently bandage up the raw nubs where your former fingers once were, and he'll lovingly pet away your tears and sobs. You were still his kitten, he’d coo. Just a slightly less fierce one.

05

I’d have to disagree with you here.

Bruce will undoubtedly make time for you, despite any disagreements you may have. You're a top priority in his life, and he'll ensure that you receive the attention and care you deserve.

The eldest Wayne will go to great lengths to accommodate you in his busy schedule. He'll happily reschedule meetings and carve out special time just for you. If there's a vital meeting he can't avoid, he'll bring you along, insisting on having you by his side.

You’re theirs, through and through.

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Malleus Requests (you can decide if he's Yandere or not) S / o finds out the mirror needs fixing and s / o should return to his / her world. But she / he doesn't want, she / he wants to stay with Malleus. s / o is then forcibly brought back into their world. When Malleus looks at her in the mirror, he only sees a very sad, depressed S / O. When a friend of S / o asks where her heart has gone because s / o has become absolutely emotionless, s / o replies: "This is with someone else ..." and tears run down

Malleus Draconia

This event would have been an accident. One of your friends had accidentally tripped and pushed you through the mirror before you could say you wanted to stay.

However, Malleus wouldn't care. That person would have been cursed with EVERY increase Malleus had learned over the years. Oh he would be really sad about this.

Malleus knew you wouldn't have wanted to send and leave him. He knew how much you would miss him and how much you would hurt. The things he saw through the mirror only confirmed his knowledge.

Malleus would definitely move the magic mirror to his room. No one would dare to oppose him.

Even if you didn't know it, Malleus would watch over you whenever he could. You might not see it but he would be with you.

At first, Malleus thought this would be an easy task. Crowley would have found the spell and surely he could use it too. Malleus' expression is not happy when Crowley tells him (over the phone) that the spell was a one-time thing.

Crowley wouldn't really dare say this to Malleus' face.

Malleus would try ANYTHING to get you back. Even bribing/threatening the magic mirror. Too bad the Magic Mirror doesn't care about the borderline Yandere lizard's money or threats.

The worse condition you get, the faster Malleus works and the more irritated he would become. How can he be one of the strongest if finding such an easy spell is difficult?

Malleus wouldn't rest until you were together again. After all, he loves you. Sometimes you have to do "impossible" things because of love.

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Love bites

✞ Fear. That was definitely the word he would use, if he was asked - you werent anything ordinary, and he didnt wanna have you slip through his fingers.

✞ Word count - 1,058

✞ I have synesthesia! Heres 5 songs that i associate with this fic - "morning elvis" - Florence + the machine, ethel cain (live at denver ball arena), "precious" - Starbenders, "heavy metal lover" - Lady Gaga, "nervous" - The Neighbourhood, "strawberries & cigarettes" - Troye Sivan.

✞ Warnings - mentions of alcohol consumption.

✞ Lando Norris x driver!reader

✞ Notes - wrote this mess of a blurb after a long period of not writing anything, as obvious. Its (somewhat??) of a fluff, and im willing to write a part 2 if thats something yall might want. (Reminder - requests for other pieces also open!)

A red light has been flashing up in your mind the entire evening, and even continued out onto the morning after. It felt wrong, like something you should look away from. But youve been thinking about it, havent you? Its been on your mind, and you cant even deny. You thought about how warm he could feel. You had a craving for his touch, and prayed for his hands to finally have a go at worshipping you. Nothing too complicated, right?

So why did finally getting all that youve ever wanted feel so wrong?

Making coffee in a kitchen has never been more nerve-wracking, if anyone would have asked. It all started when you brought a very much drunk guy home - and it was just enough to set you off. Just like that, even the little things were just enough to annoy you to no end. What is the sun doing being this bright, and this early? And why is a curtain, well... not acting like one? It seems to be failing at doing its job, as rays of the said sunshine seemed to be slipping through the gaps quite easily. Honestly, you were in your own little world. Just like a certain someone.

Lando was currently watching you from a few steps away, half asleep, as he was still recovering from the hangover he woke up with. If not you shuffling around, he wouldnt even think about getting up before it hit midday. But he couldnt even complain - after all, you were the one to take care of him. You picked him up from the party, drunker than he has ever been before. You brought him to your hotel room, as he was just enough under the influence to not remember where he could find his own. Most importantly, he slept like a baby. So what was there to complain about?

As much as his head was killing him, taking in the sight of you was definitely helping. He couldnt decide if he was still a little drunk or just stupid, but something did spark some courage and confidence in him - after all, he had always had feelings for you. But something about this specific turn of events made it pretty difficult for him to hide them. You both have been dancing around each other for some time, and could now finally catch a moment alone. This whole situation was his dream come true.

If you hadnt seen him coming from the corner of your eye, you definitely would have yelped - because this man decided to grab your waist as gently and "nonchalantly" as he could. He only ended up looking like a cute, soft teddy bear - he buried his head into the crook of your neck, taking in your scent - it was one he found very pleasant. He couldnt refrain from pulling you closer, his hands moving around your waist - and resting just above your hips.

As you were trying to do your thing, you noticed that he was... warm. Maybe a little too warm. Wasnt anything too bad, but enough to spark a small tinge of concern. You raise one of your hands up to his forehead, trying to feel the temperature with the back of it - which was a little difficult, due to the way he decided to squish his face against you. But hey - not impossible.

"Youre warm." Is your response to that, right as you go back to your original task - your voice slipping out in a gentle murmur. You have never gotten drunk enough to get a bad hangover, but you werent an asshole - you knew how much a quiet, comfortable space could help. Lando let out a groan in response - he wasnt fond of the idea of speaking just yet. His throat was a little sore, and probably due to all the drinking he did the night before. But he had to say something, atleast.

“Feels like my head is splitting.” He mumbled against you, his breath ghosting over your neck. He had to stop himself from pressing a kiss to it, in fear it wouldve been unwelcome. Fear - he had cursed himself out for it, not once and surely not even twice. It was rather irrational, most of the times. He was still scared to say just how much you meant to him. But oh, you knew.

A chuckle slips from your throat at his sentence - a low, comforting rumble. He adored that sound.

"And the waters wet." Is your response, referring to how much he had consumed last night. Or should you say today? You brought him back from the club well over midnight, after all. Lando couldnt see your face - but the image of your teasing smile was up there in his mind, loud and clear. He murmurs a curse or two, his words muffled by your shirt - so they dont reach your ears quite well. And as much as he wanted to say something else, to keep you talking - to hear your voice - he just couldnt. He was still feeling dizzy, and his ability to think seemed to be giving up on cooperating completely. He resorts to keeping his face in your neck, taking in your scent as if it was mandatory to be able to keep himself alive and functioning. And partially, it was. He couldnt even bring himself to think about being somewhere else right now, the thought alone leaving even more space for the negative thoughts. He felt comfortable, and most importantly, safe.

Which, by the way, he never thought he would catch himself thinking - just a year and some ago, he wouldve never imagined himself settling down and finding peace. He was still intimidated by the idea of a life one could call mundane - but it was you we're talking about. You made him want to give it a try - give you guys a try. Lando wanted a taste of what it could be like, and oh did he get plenty. He hasnt quite asked you to be his yet, and you havent hinted about wanting something more either - but something told him that he wasnt gonna escape this one that easily.

And he was perfectly content with the idea.

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Espilver week day 1: Invisible

Satbk au (Espio is a dragon and a poet)

Big thanks to @seaweedraindraws for this au idea✨

Sir Lancelot sends his son, Galahad, to take down his first dragon, but the silvery knight wants to save this mysterious creature instead. He decides to go and warn them, which becomes a difficult task with how hard it is to find their cave. Fortunately, someone seems to be guiding him along the way. But who..?

All that was surrounding the youngest knight of the roundtable was nature. Tall trees and bushes painting the place with different shades of green and brown, some of their fallen leaves and the yellowish grass beneath him making a crunchy noise when his heavy boots stepped on them, birds chirping in the distance with the company of some bugs and the calming rustling of the wind against anything it touched… A beautiful scenery Galahad would've happily enjoyed if he wasn't in his current situation, holding the map with notes scribbled to the side his father gave him early in the morning.

“The day has come. You must finish your training today.” Sir Lancelot had said to him, a serious voice as usual tinged with a bit of eagerness only him and King Arthur were able to notice with ease. He knew his father was expecting him to accomplish his mission, he knew he could. He was correct, yes, the young knight had trained with him for a long time now.

But… Slaying a dragon? Lancelot was known for being the best at it, protecting the king and the people from them all the time. He had told him how dangerous dragons were since he was found as a small child.

And yet, he couldn't help but question why they had to do it. Surely there were nice dragons? What exactly made them so different from themselves? Was it just their large size and them being able to breathe fire?

Galahad sighed with a mix of worry and frustration. He knew his decision to warn and hopefully befriend this creature would disappoint his father, make him go mad even. He let out a soft little laugh. Lancelot could be very intimidating, he had experienced that, but just thinking about him showing a strong emotion like anger was still amusing to the light furred hedgehog.

His anxious expression rushed back to his face once that image was over. He wasn't even sure if he would be successful in his own mission. Because with the now tranquil ambience around him, a sign that the birds once lively chatting were now sleeping, and the orange and purple hues adorning the sky made him realize just how much time simply finding the cave the creature was seen at had been wasted. The sun slowly taking cover behind the mountains made things worse since, without the sunlight, reading his father's handwriting would be almost impossible, and he'd be forced to find a a place to rest.

He definitely didn't want to be vulnerable though. Not with the feeling of someone watching him.

The uneasy feeling of someone or something just staring at him had been present for a while now, a part of his mind focusing on finding where it came from while the rest of him was discussing his decision and how annoying the whole situation was being. But the knight couldn't find anything, not even with his full attention on it now. His frustration almost made him just shout to whatever was watching him when he noticed something on the ground.

A single red rose.

The hedgehog had almost stepped on it by accident. He kneeled down taking it in his hand, inspecting it with intrigue, alert in case it might be a trap. There was nothing though, it was just an innocent beautiful flower. As pretty as it was, it still unnerved him a bit. Why was this here? There weren't rose bushes, or a flower seller passing by, not even a rebellious young girl making rose arrangements at such late hours.

Nothing but an almost unnoticeable trail of rose petals. They were scattered in a way others would simply ignore it and not think of it as a path to follow. But he knew what it was, and quickly considered if he should follow it or not. Clearly someone was trying to get him to go this specific direction, but why? And who?

Without realizing it, he just started walking through the adorned ground, avoiding the delicate petals. For some reason, just thinking about accidentally stepping on them made him feel bad. If this was a trap or not, he didn't know, curiosity had already won in any case, and he didn't want to seem like an easily afraid or insecure knight to whoever was watching him.

After a while, he dropped his guard for a bit when he found himself in front of the cave he was supposedly trying to find. Did… Did someone guide him? Or was this actually a trap? He'd definitely think of the latter if the cave was dark, big, and intimidating. But that wasn't the case. Instead, the cave looked… Calm and inviting, like someone lived here. There was no sound, yet it felt lively, with nice plants adorning the outside next to what seemed like miniature trees. And there was the slight recognizable smell of tea.

Strange. Maybe he was mistaken? Why was he guided to someone's home?

“You have arrived at last.”

The young knight didn't want to admit how he almost let out an exclamation of surprise. He was hardly scared like that, him getting used to his father's teachings and the king's pranks, but the bizarre circumstances made him lower his guard.

Quickly composing himself, he looked behind him where he heard the hush and somewhat elegant voice. Looking at the other's attire only made him return to his confused state.

A poet. Here? Was he the one living in this place? He seemed so serene and proper, definitely because of the way he stood, relaxed but elegant, his bright colored scales contrasted with dark hued clothes and a long cape adorned with gold, expected from someone used to moving people with rhymes, agile words and songs. Why was he..?

A small cough brought him back from his thoughts. As calm as the other appeared to be, he could notice the reddish color in his cheeks and scales, realizing he had been admiring the poet for a while, which made the knight feel embarrassed too.

“I assume you are in search of the dragon. I apologize for the confusion. It's probable you thought of this as a trap.”

“It isn't?” The hedgehog asked bluntly and with a tinge of innocence. This surprised his current companion. Galahad secretly reprimanded himself and hoped the other didn't think of him as an inexperienced adventurer. The slight smile he gave to him made him feel calm again almost instantly.

“I assure you it is not. I simply wished for you to not get lost following the wrong path.” Seeing the puzzled face on the youngest one, the poet spoke again “The path you were following. I purposefully mislead others from finding me. Letting my home be known by everyone would be quite troublesome. You do not seem to have any intentions to cause harm, so I decided to aid you in your search. Would you perhaps be interested in enjoying some tea?”

With how amicable and peaceful the ambience felt around the poet, Galahad just nodded and followed the other inside. Just as he was about to enter the… House, he supposed he should refer to the place instead of calling it a cave, he understood the words the other had said before.

“Purposefully mislead… Your home… Are you..?” He stood in surprise, a rush of embarrassment invading him almost instantly. The poet simply smiled with amusement, a special glint in his yellow eyes. This knight was very endearing.