#have this while i maybe try to peck at some drafts?

[byanyan]

ㅤseated alone at a table with a cup of coffee that has yet to be touched, byan's gaze is unfocused, staring off into the distance without really seeing anything. they look rather unlike themeself today — their face is bare, their hair down, and they're lacking in their usual excess of accessories. it's hard, keeping up appearances when you simply haven't got the energy. even their clothes are more simplistic than usual: a large and comfortable hoodie — bright pink, as most everything they own is — and the first pair of pants they'd lain eyes on this morning.

in truth, they're almost surprised that they even managed to will themself out of bed this morning. —glad for it, of course, because they'd hate to feel more pathetic and powerless than they already do, but surprised nonetheless. the weight of the world, of everything, has been crushing as of late, and really... the only reason they've managed to overcome it today is so they can get their hands on something to help numb themself to it all. (they've run out. used everything in excess and spent the last handful of nights too drunk or high to do anything, least of all think.)

it's almost their birthday. the thought earns a wry quirk at the corner of their mouth and a humourless breath is pushed through their nose. maybe that's why they want to stay so perpetually fucked up. the anniversary of the day they were brought into a world that never wanted them. a day full of reminders of past disappointments and how much nothing they're worth. joy.

expression souring, a hand swipes for the backpack which rests at their feet and begins a hurried search for their last remaining joint. gotta turn the brain off again. gotta dull the throbbing ache that's buried somewhere deep inside their chest. gotta do something since they can't just rip it all out.

maybe it's not the smartest thing, to light up in such a public space, but that certainly doesn't stop them from raising a lighter to the end of the joint once they find it. at least it's only something as mild as weed this time, right?

[sometimeslwish]

'Bout It

As promised, part two is here.

Just like last time, honorable mention to this post by @luli-lads I was reminded of it while writing one of the scenes. It's not exactly like it, but it's got the jist of it.

There might be a spinoff fic about Xav and Tanya's first time, written with the reader as Tanya, but it's a big maybe; it's part of one of the many drafts that I lost when my old cellphone broke, so take this with a grain of salt.

Word count: 3890

Tags: Zayne x non-mc reader x Sylus, college au, gn!reader, there's no mc here, reader is addressed as she/her by general public but stays otherwise genderless (I forgot about that part while writing the scene), barely any angst in here, no beta reader we die like Grandma Josephine, pet names (sweetie, sweetheart, my love, darling), cursing, name calling (slut), kissing, sex, no genitalia mentioned, implied double penetration, happy ending, Xavier makes a cameo.

Tag yourselves in this, I'll go first; I'm Tanya near the end. Her ramble about Xavier was inspired by my stream of thoughts when it comes to him.

Part 1

Part 2

You lean in to kiss him. 

You didn't mean to, he just looked so hot using all those medical terms and speaking so confidently that you couldn't help it. You're in the library, to make matters worse, already leaning close to each other so you can whisper comfortably. 

So yeah, you kissed him. 

His lips were soft, sweet from the last treat he ate, and incredibly addictive.

You don't get to apologize because he pulls you back in for a second kiss. It's a bit awkward, so you take the lead by holding his chin and guiding his movements. 

It takes a while for both of you to stop. You separate only to see his blush and go back to kissing him because of the cuteness aggression, and then he grows more confident and decides to lean back in to kiss you like he needs you. You finally break apart when both of you need air, and still, you can't stop from pecking his lips over and over. 

You sigh through your nose, forehead resting against his with a hand you never remember moving at his nape, playing with the hairs at the back of his head. One of his hands comes up to caress your cheek before he kisses you again. It's the last one he gives because Sylus walks up to your table and sits across from you. 

“Oh no, don't stop on my behalf, you two were clearly having fun,” He says when you separate, and the knowing smirk on his face makes you feel like your face lit up in flames. 

“Oh, shut up.” you mutter before forcing yourself back into doing your assignment. 

You keep sneaking glances at either of them. Sylus catches you a few times and grins in that infuriating way of his; Zayne only stares back, eyes dropping to your lips before coming back to your eyes. 

You're the one that looks away first each time. 

You don't talk about it, even though you know you should.

It becomes a little thing that happened.

. . . . .

You’re being hot and cold with them. 

You can't even lie to yourself about it; you cancel some plans and show up to others, make up excuses that hold some truth but not all of it.

You're trying to distance yourself and failing horribly at it. 

It became too much. The shared glances with Zayne and the lingering touches from Sylus. All the flirting disguised as compliments and teasing. It was a joke, none of it was serious, just like it always is when you flirt with your friends.

But then you kissed Zayne and crossed a line you didn't know you were barreling towards, almost kissed Sylus at a later date– someone walked in and interrupted right after he had leaned in and told you to stop him, and you had stayed quiet– and got snapped back into place after being plunged into a pit filled with cold water and realization 

You wanted to kiss Sylus just as bad as you had wanted to kiss Zayne. Sought out their company with equal intensity and interest. Talked about Zayne with Sylus with the same fondness and exasperation you would talk about Sylus with when ranting to Zayne.

It wasn't just Zayne, like you had initially thought, it was also Sylus. 

You had clung to Zayne in the same way a stray cat clings to their new owner– a decision made in a split second because the moment you had seen his eyes you had known, you felt it in your soul, that you were going to be his and he was going to be yours no matter what. But Sylus, oh, Sylus had walked in behind him like he already owned your heart and you hadn't even noticed nor cared to stop him. 

You loved them. A lot more than you cared to admit. 

. . . . .

Rumors start running around.

That they don't know who's dating who, that maybe all three of you are together, or that someone is getting cheated on. Either way, you're the only one getting dragged through the mud.

How dare she come between them? She's such a slut.

They're best friends, does she have no shame?

She's so greedy, is Zayne not enough for her?

She should be grateful for Sylus, does she have to go after Zayne too? 

They're dating each other and she's trying to get in between, she should catch a hint and back off.

The whispers leave you more confused than hurt.

“Are you two dating?” The question goes around and around in your head until you can't keep it in and blurt it out the moment you find them. 

They're at the usual table in the library– not the one you first saw Zayne on, the one Sylus had guided you towards after you had grown close– hidden amidst shelves, a somewhat cozy quiet corner that allowed some privacy, even if a bit impractical because of the distance.

Sylus and Zayne exchange a look as you take a seat. You leave your bag on the seat next to you, pulling out your things.

“What brought you to that conclusion?” 

“I keep hearing rumors and well– I know it's not my business, I just– I couldn't stop thinking about it.” 

There's a mischievous tilt on Sylus's lips as he answers, “No, sweetie, we're not dating,” he looks back down at his book and adds, voice dry, “Doctor Sexy here is apparently much too dense to notice my advances.” 

You giggle as Zayne holds the bridge of his nose in exasperation, “Sylus, for the love of everything sweet–” He starts to say, only to get interrupted by Sylus snapping closed the book he was reading. Sylus carries on, undeterred, telling a story about how Zayne completely missed the point of one of his pick up lines and went on a tangent about the science behind it. Even goes as far as changing his posture to match Zayne’s and repeating the whole speech Zayne had given him while imitating his voice and speech patterns.

You snort and hide half of your face with your notebook, trying to laugh quietly while they continue bickering like a married couple. 

“You look great together– you're even acting like a married couple right now.” you admit in a low voice, interrupting their little stare standoff, “You would make a great couple, you should totally date.” Both of them turn to you, but you're too concentrated on the book in front of you to catch their confusion or surprise. 

You don't catch the way both of them falter. How Zayne goes beyond focused-quiet to thinking-quiet and Sylus's usually sharp, concentrated frown takes more of a duller, thoughtful edge. 

They share a look. 

Zayne is doubtful, Sylus is determined. 

This is gonna take a while.

. . . . .

The rumors die down. 

At least the worst parts of it, you still catch a few whispers here and there, but you're no longer being dragged through the mud.

Anyone who ever “whispered”– because let's be honest, they weren't really whispering, they wanted you to hear how they insulted you– while staring at you will not even look you in the eyes anymore. 

You don't notice the way they're more careful around you, how they make way and keep quiet when you pass by.

You're too lost in your troubled head to take notice.

. . . . .

“You keep zoning out,” Tanya states, “what happened?” Her stance doesn't hold space for you to lie, so you sigh and start airing the thoughts out. 

You're stressed– 

“As always, it's your default state at this point.”

“Yes, but not in that way, more in the ‘I don't know what the fuck to do about the men I love'”

“‘Men’?” She parrots, you nod nervously, “Plural?” She checks again, “Oh, we need snacks and shit for this, hold on–” she scrambles through the dorm, grabbing a lone bag of chips and two water bottles. (Life of a college student, everyone; broke and making due with what you’ve got.) 

She pulls you toward the couch so you can sit down and leaves, only to come back with blankets. She gives you yours, making you wrap yourself with it before doing the same and sitting down beside you.

“Okay, start talking.” 

You go into detail; tell her everything from the beginning, add in the details you omitted before and things you forgot to tell her about. 

She reacts, incapable of keeping her face blank and her thoughts to herself; gasps, smacks her hand to her mouth when you leave her speechless, ‘oh my god’s and ‘no, you/he didn't’s. 

“Damn,” she says– unhelpful but relatable ‘cause damn indeed, what a peculiar mess you got yourself into– when you run out of breath and all your worries have finally run free from your mind. 

“Do you have to choose?” she asks, and the emphasis on “have” makes you frown, “I mean– to me, it looks like you're all into each other, so maybe you could just tell them and talk about it. Who knows? Maybe they'd be into it.” 

“But–” you scratch your arm, “don't you think I'm being, I don't know, greedy? Selfish?” you stare down at your hands, “A whore?”

“Everyone has to be a bit selfish to be happy, you know? And it's not like you're cheating if both of them were to agree–” she pauses and squints at you, “do you plan on cheating if they don't?”

You blanch, “No! Of course not!” 

“Then you shouldn't worry about it,” she shrugs before popping a chip into her mouth, “go for it, get those dicks and have some fun, nasty, consensual sex.” 

She laughs when you smack her arm, teases you some more before the conversation centers on her.

. . . . .

You’re being sandwiched by them. 

Actually sandwiched. It's not a dream and you're not drunk. 

Sylus is on one side, Zayne on the other. The latter currently leaving kisses over your neck and shoulder while the former is kissing you like he wants to syphon your soul out of your body through your mouth.

You can't do much besides cling to them, breathless and out of it as they have their way with you. 

Their attention is overwhelming in a way you welcome. Compliments, encouragements, reassurances, it all turns you into mush in their dexterous hands.

You don't know who to call for as their hands roam your body. You moan and gasp and whimper as they litter kisses and marks over your body. 

The pleasure is a lot and you're addicted.

“Please,” you say, but you don't know what you're asking for. 

“Please what, my love?” Zayne whispers, and hearing that pet name from his lips is like seeing the pearly gates. You nearly roll your eyes when he nibbles your ear. 

“I don't know,” you whine, pulling at them to get closer, “Just– please.” 

Sylus chuckles, deep and rich and amused, “Need more of us, sweet thing?” 

You nod, looking up to him through your eyelashes, “Yes.”

“So greedy,” Zayne teases, you can hear his smirk on his voice, feel it against your neck as he nuzzles the skin there.

“Don't worry, we got you.” 

And oh boy, do they. 

They work in tandem. If you thought the beginning was overwhelming, you were in for a treat. 

They take turns undressing you and kissing the newly exposed skin. You get to cum in Sylus's mouth during that process, sitting on Zayne's lap with your legs kept open by him. Seeing them make out after re-lit the fire in your veins. 

Then it's their fingers. First Zayne’s, then Sylus’s as they stretch you out for them. You come again, lying between them with your legs held open. 

You're really close to begging when Zayne is finally inside you. Sylus’s fingers never leave you as you ride Zayne, working to keep stretching you until he finally relents and joins in. 

The stretch leaves you trembling like a leaf in the wind, but nothing compares to them moving together inside you. 

Internally, you know that you're ruined. Nothing else will measure up to this– to them, to their touch and their attention. Their love.

. . . . .

“You fucked them, didn't you?” 

Tanya's voice comes from the speaker of your phone. A second into the video call, and she's already clocked it.

“How the fuck did you know?”

She raises a finger, “One: you're glowing, you can only glow in that type of way after an orgasm– or a good fuck, in your case.” she wiggles her eyebrows while smirking. Your face feels hot at her statement, but she pays no mind to your flustered state and carries on. 

“Two: I don't recognize the background, that means you stayed at..”

“Zayne's” you fill in the gap.

“Zayne's instead of our dorm, wonderful. Three: you got a stupid smile on your face.” You splutter at that and she laughs, loud and unashamed. 

“Four: you got hickeys on your neck–” You cover your throat, but it's already far too late for that.– “And five– speak for me again…” 

“Uh… what do you want me to say?”

“Yeah, five: your voice sounds a bit rough.” She brings her phone closer to her face and smirks, “They made you scream, huh?” 

“Get the fuck out my face.” 

She giggles and pulls the phone away. You want to be mad at her, but that's your best friend right there. You stare at each other in silence before you start laughing and celebrating. 

“Ohhh, look at you go, you little minx. Did you talk before or after? Please, tell me you talked.” 

You nod before speaking, “Last night, actually.” You bite your lip and smile, “We're all dating now.” 

“Let's fucking gooooo!” The screen goes blurry, you guess she's either shaking the phone or jumping. Or both.

“It's gonna be just us and we'll be taking it slow, figure things out with each other.” You speak again once you can see her clearly again; she's lying down in bed, phone propped on the mattress.

“Aaww, that's so sweeet,” she sighs and looks up at the heavens, “god, when will it be my turn? I've seen what you've done for others, why not for me?...” 

You giggle at Tanya's antics and shift a little when Sylus comes into the room. He's decent, wearing some borrowed sweatpants from Zayne– scratch that, you don't think you could call that decent, he's not wearing boxers and there's a fucking out line of his dick. Not to mention the marks littered on his chest and neck, there's also a few scratches you don't remember leaving, but oh well.

His steps are quiet as he approaches you, crawling on the bed until he reaches you. 

“Is that Tanya?” The question comes in a low whisper. You nod with a soft smile, you can still hear her monologuing about romance and luck, but you're more focused on the man in front of you to properly listen to her. He settles between your legs, lying down to rest his head on your stomach. You can't help but combing your fingers through his hair.

“... Am I asking for too much? It's literally just one guy.” You tune back into her rambling after Sylus kisses your stomach and huff out a laugh once it clicks.

“Still no progress with Xavier?” 

She groans, “Dude, you don't get it. He's so fucking–” her hands grip the sheets like they're a life line and you nod solemnly.

“Of course.”

“Like, his eyes, oh my god, his eyes. How is it that a mere shade of blue has rendered me so fucking useless? I'm smarter than this, yet that man turns me into a fucking buffoon with just one look!” 

Oh, that intense. She only brings out the big words and elegant manner of speech when rambling about something she feels passionate about. A habit of hers you've always found adorable and funny.

“There's that thing he does where he looks surprised and his eyes get wider, it's the cutest fucking thing I've ever seen in my life; his puppy eyes would be killer if he ever chose to use them on me. Honestly, I'd give him my soul, I am not even joking...”

You don't judge her. The shade of red you would do anything for is currently in your arms, looking like a pleased cat as you play with his hair, and your shade of hazel…

“... I don't know how he does it, like, how can he be so adorable and hot at the same time?...”

“Where's Zayne?” You ask in a whisper, tilting your phone slightly so you can see him while still being on the frame.

“Went out to get some desserts and food, told him he could just order in, but there's a specific pastry he wanted and they don't do deliveries this far out.” 

You can guess which one it is, you're the one that introduced that place to him.

“...Oh! And his hair, dude, you gotta see his hair. It's so fucking fluffy!...” You smile at Tanya as she rambles. It's the liveliest you've seen her in weeks, you really hope it all works out.

“And you decided to stay behind.” 

“Didn’t want you to wake up alone and confused when no one was home.” 

Your smile grows bigger at that and you lean to kiss his forehead.

“My sweet baby.”

The soft moment gets ruined when Tanya stops rambling about Xavier. 

“... Sylus is there with you, isn't he?” you yelp at her accuracy and how much louder her voice sounds. You look back at the device to see only her forehead and top of her hair on the screen; as if getting closer to the phone might let her look into the room.

You laugh, parts embarrassed and parts amused. Sylus lifts up his head and you tilt your phone in his direction to make it easier for him. 

“Tanya.” he says, in lieu of a getting.

“Sylus.” she answers, in the same tone and everything, “I'll have you know that if either of you cross her, I know how to dispose of a body without leaving evidence behind.” 

Sylus laughs. Not mockingly or nervously, but amused, “Noted. But you won't have to worry about that, we plan on absolutely spoiling her.” 

There are hearts in his eyes when he looks at you, a soft smile grazing his features and the red in them gleaming like rubies. You wonder if he's always looked at you like this. You wonder how you missed it all this time. 

Tanya gags from behind the screen, “Okay, that's enough of that, I'll leave you to it. Have fun! Don't do anything I wouldn't do!” 

“But–” You don't get to say anything because she hangs up. You look at Sylus, a little lost, “But there's a lot of things she would do, how am I supposed to decide?” 

He chuckles and your phone gets forgotten on the bed as he rises up to tower above you, “Want some help?” he leans closer, his lips a hair away from yours, “Yes? No? Maybe so?” 

By the time Zayne comes back home, Sylus is thrusting deep into you while you add onto the scratches on his back. He joins in on the fun and you and Sylus get to torture him a little bit before it's time to eat. 

. . . . .

Neither Zayne or Sylus care about hiding their affection towards you, or each other. 

They kiss, hold your hand, pull you close.

They don't hold back in public at all, now that the relationship is officially established.

It takes you a while to get used to that new change. 

“Why am I not surprised?” Tanya asks when you reveal to her that they had been together before you met them.

You hadn't been surprised to learn they were friends with benefits before you came into the picture, right on their way to being lovers right as they got to know you. They had decided to wait for you to make anything official, because both of them knew the moment they met you. 

“Yeah, no, me neither. Had you been there with me, you would've been like ‘oh, they're fuckin’, for sure’” she hums and drinks from her smoothie.

“Look at you, having your destined love and everything, I'm proud of you.” 

She reaches over for your hand, squeezing before patting it and sighing.

“You lucky little fucker.” She mutters. The sudden switch up startles a laugh out of you. 

. . . . .

dude

(Media attached)

im gonna jump this motherfuckers bones

how fucking dare he look so hot

wish me luck

It's a picture of Xavier. He's wearing form fitting clothes in dark colors that makes his grey hair pop more. The angle is odd, like Tanya is hiding behind something while he looks somewhere out of frame.

Godspeed, soldier 🫡 

“What's so funny, my love?”

You look up at Zayne and smile. You don't think you'll ever get used to him calling you like that, no matter how many months pass. 

“Tanya's out on a date with Xav, she just sent a picture of him with the caption ‘I'm gonna jump this motherfucker’s bones’” 

Zayne raises a questioning eyebrow at the choice of words and you giggle while leaning close to him. 

“I see she finally made a move.” Is what he settles for saying, putting a hand on your back as you walk through the restaurant, following the waitress towards your table.

“Yes and no.” You grin, in on a secret he doesn't know, “Remember that downpour that happened about two weeks ago?” He hums in affirmation and pulls back your chair to help you take a seat, ever the gentleman when it comes to you, “Well, they might've gone back to his apartment…” you pause and stare at him as he takes the seat across from you. You see the moment it clicks for him, a simple, small twitch of an eyebrow and a knowing, barely there smirk. 

“They didn't.” 

You nod, your lips falling into a thin line, “They, in fact, did. Right on the couch too.” 

“And then?” Comes Sylus's voice from behind you. You didn't even notice he arrived.

“Sylus!” you scold in a whisper-yell, clutching your chest to contain your leaping heart. He chuckles and leans to kiss your forehead.

“Sorry, darling, I didn't mean to startle you.” He takes advantage of his position to give Zayne a quick peck before sitting down. The four seat table allows him to sit between the both of you. 

“You said you would be late.”

“Managed to get out early.” You know what that phrase means, but you hold back from scolding him; nothing you say will change his ways. You share a look with Zayne and shake your head.

“As I was saying…” 

You continue talking about Tanya and her adventures until it's time to order, and then the conversation goes through other topics as the sun sets and the night goes by. 

It's like everything and nothing changed at all.

The banter is still there, the jokes, the teasing, the flirting. But now, there's nothing holding you back from reaching for them and holding their hand or kissing them. Nothing holding you back from being bolder with your touches and words. 

It's liberating.

[sweetimpurity]

Beach day fluff! Had to get this out of my drafts! Too bad summer is ending ;(

I love imagining Miguel coming out of the water glistening and perfect, drinking beer in the pool and playing with Gabi in the water at the beach. But after thinking about it, I think that Miguel would actually be a huge ‘poolside princess’

It would apply to both being at the pool with him and going to the beach. Even if you’re going with Gabi and the group, Peter and Mj with their kids and Jess with her family too. Maybe even Gwen and Miles join as well, the whole gang could be there. And he’s watching them all splash and play in the water and in the sand, all from the comfort of under the umbrella.

It took you literal days to convince him to come to the beach with everyone. It was a planned day and originally you were just going to take Gabriella and meet up with everybody else.

He gave you a list of reasons why he didn’t want to go but you asked him again and again and it finally came out. He didn’t want to feel left out.

“So come with us, we want you to come” You insist. An easy answer to the problem. “No, it’s better for me to just stay here. I’m a buzzkill at the beach, believe me.” He insists. You don’t believe him. And you keep trying to accommodate him and make him feel comfortable. He’s your husband, of course you want him to be included and feel comfortable at the same time.

It’s the heat. Miguel gets so hot and then he gets irritable and angry and frustrated. So he’s given up on trying to have fun at the beach. You’re determined to change that. You bought a new umbrella and new beach chairs this year. You brought cold water and cut up fruit in the cooler.

Gabriella couldn’t be more excited that her father is joining everyone. She bounds with excitement as you’re all getting ready. You’re helping her into her lilac bathing suit and trying to put some sunscreen on her little face to protect her baby skin. Miguel helps you pack everything into the car and grab Gabi’s swimming stuff from the garage.

And when you make it there, meeting Peter B and Mj, Jess and her husband and all the little ones running around, you set up shop and open the umbrella, insisting to your slightly grumpy hubby that everything will be fine and he’ll be comfortable. He keeps his darkest sunglasses on because thats the other thing. The sun is so harsh on his eyes. That’s why he keeps the lights mostly off in his office. His eyes are so sensitive to light and the sun reflecting off the water is like knives to his corneas.

And it’s also been so long since he’s been to the beach that he hasn’t really gone swimming in a while. Probably convinced himself that the water will be too cold and overstimulate him too.

“There’s a breeze, baby…” You smile, trying to make it seem fun and like he won’t have a horrible time. It’s not that he wants to be a grump, it’s just that he knows he’s not fun at the beach and he doesn’t want to ruin the day for everyone else. “You just sit and relax, okay? If you’re hot let me know…” you hold his face, pecking his smiling lips before turning to meet Gabi by the water and he gently slaps your bum on the way over. He couldn’t resist. You’re wearing that bathing suit he really loves.

Giggling and glancing back at him as you’re walking away and catching that smile on his face. Oh yeah. You’re determined to make him have fun today.

You, Peter B, Gabi and Mayday all make a huge sandcastle with a moat and are decorating the walls with seashells that the kids found. Miguel watches, smiling and feeling the slight breeze on his skin from the safety of the shade. It’s still hot but he’s not burning up and your kindness and care makes him feel a million times better anyway. He's really grateful for your patience.

“Papa! Come in the water please please porfi!” Gabi squeals, running over to him with her floaties on her arms, grabbing his large hand and trying to pull him up. He coos to her in soft spoken Spanish and you shake your head grinning, walking up to the both of them under the umbrella. “Gabi girl… let Papa stay cool okay?” You try to urge your daughter, but seeing Miguel get up surprises you.

“Yeah, I’ll come in.” He says it like it’s nothing. “You will??!” You and Gabi both squeal in unison. It’s like a miracle, neither of you can believe. “Come on come on!” Gabi practically screams, pulling his hand and he emerges from under the shade and into the sun. You smile watching the sun wash over his back. His skin glowing and broad muscular back on full display. That’s the other thing you’ve been missing out on. How dare he deprive you of his perfection?

You run up beside them, grabbing your husband’s other hand, the three of you walking to the water and Gabi runs in first. She’s already been a little fish all day so the water feels warm to her. “Come on babe…” You encourage and he winces slightly at the freezing water lapping over his legs. His senses going off like alarms. His sensitivity to temperature and changes in the environment are just so strong and unpredictable. It amazes you that such a big indestructible man can be so sensitive but that's what you love about him. “Just give me a minute…” He nods, still holding your hand and standing knee deep, adjusting and watching Gabi frolic around in the shallows. You wait with him patiently, giving him all the time in the world to be comfortable. Leaning into him and wrapping your arm around his waist, your hand on the hot skin of his back, head on his shoulder. He rests his head on yours, both watching your daughter having the time of her life. His big hand running up your side and to the back of your neck, just glad that he's here and included in today's fun.

"Okay I'm ready." He suddenly says, stepping forward and marching past Gabriella who's trying to grab onto his legs, giggling all the way. "You can take it slow!" You call to him. Is he crazy? He's just gonna go in just like that?

"Daddy I'm swimming too!" Little Gabi tries to follow him as the water gets deeper and then in the blink of an eye, Miguel's completely submerged with a big splash. You eyes widen with a gasp and Gabi squeals with excitement. Peter B and Jess hollering from the beach, watching the scene unfolding.

You don't see him, not under the crashing waves and the splash that erupted when he crashed into the water, not until Gabi's squealing and her father lifts her up from under the water, her little arms wrapping around him as he emerges from the blue glistening ripples. "I got you!" He growls and she giggles and squeals, her little voice spouting a million words at once, she's just so excited.

"My god..." You sigh, smiling and shaking your head. How did you get so lucky? You walk deeper into the water, kneeling down in the shallows where Gabi stands on Miguel's lap. Splashing each other gently in the water and having fun. "Ma!" Gabi whines, reaching out to you and trying to wrap her arms around the both of you at once. The freezing water from her skin making your back break out in goosebumps.

"Gabi! May found hermit crabs!" Peter calls from the shore. A group of them crowded around Mayday chattering excitedly about her finds. "Oooh!" Gabriella squeals, running off and out of the water to see.

"Whiplash..." Miguel sighs, shaking his head and smiling at Gabi's excitement and moving closer to you in the water. Sitting on the sand as the water laps around your waist and arms, the waves crashing on you two. "Yeah, right?" You laugh softly, watching Gabi run off to the rest of the group on the beach and making sure she's safely on the sand.

"You're right, this was fun. You having fun?" He asks, lifting a hand to your shoulder, the freezing cold water giving you shivers at it meets your hot sun kissed skin. "I'm having a lot of fun..." You smile, looking in his eyes. "More fun now that you're having fun too"

He smiles warmly, rubbing your back gently with his hand. The water lapping around you both in the shallows. Gabi is still on the beach with everyone, squealing and giggling about hermit crabs in May's blue bucket. Her little voice seems to carry across the whole beach.

You lean on Miguel, your head on his chest, your backs to the horizon and watching your little girl bounding across the sand.

[wooskirbyplushie]

Late Night Love ~ J.WY

✰ Husband!Jung Wooyoung x Reader

✰ Synopsis: Wooyoung comes home late and decides to show you how much he missed you. Honestly just a little bit of fluff for the soul

✰ Word Count: 1k

✰ Warnings: Some suggestive content, kissing, mentions of drinking (wine but drink responsibly), reader is female, mentions of kids

✰ a/n: Hey hey, long time no see (literally like three or four weeks.) Um life has been kicking my ass :3 I've been planning a billion different new ideas that I randomly come up with, but none of them are done... (cough cough, our little secret pt2.) But besides that ! This is just another drabble that has been in my drafts for almost a year now.

And as always, my masterlists are down below!

Ateez Masterlist | Seventeen Masterlist

it wasn’t rare for you to go to sleep without seeing your husband. if anything, it was more than normal for you to go to sleep and be woken up by wooyoung coming home in the wee hours of the morning after a long day of rehearsals, and today was no different. 

you had managed to wrangle the kids to eat, shower, and get changed into their pajamas at a reasonable time; convincing them to go to sleep early with an extra scoop of ice cream. once they were tucked into bed, the kids pleaded to call wooyoung to say goodnight with puppy eyes, and you of course obliged.

when the final goodnights were said, you took the opportunity to have some alone time, starting with a very necessary 30 minute shower and face mask. it had been forever since the last time you had a moment to truly take care of yourself considering how crazy your schedule was between the kids and running back and forth to the office for work. 

after the shower, you moisturized and decided to cozy up in bed with one of the many books you had bought but had yet to touch. lighting a candle on the nightstand to add to the mood, you got in a comfortable reading position in hopes of not falling victim to the usual dozing off mid sentence scheme. after about 45 minutes, you felt your eyelids start to droop, notifying you that maybe it was time to call it a night. looking at the clock to your right you saw it was only a little bit after 2 am. still no sign of your husband, but you were too tired to wait up for him. you settled into bed and in mere minutes you were snoring ever so slightly. 

by the time wooyoung came home, it was a bit after 3 am and you were completely knocked out. he tried his best to not make any noise while putting his stuff away in the closet, tip toeing over to the bed to give you a light kiss on your temple, you stirring ever so slightly, before going to shower and get ready for bed himself. he carefully closed the connecting bathroom door and turned on the shower as quietly as possible. 

after his shower, wooyoung just threw on a pair of sweatpants and closed the bathroom door before making his way over to the bed. you had changed positions at this point, facing away from his side of the bed, making it easier for him to cuddle you to sleep. at least that’s what he had planned originally. he slipped under the covers next to you, wrapping his arm around your torso; causing you to start to wake up out of your sleep. 

wooyoung kissed the crook of your neck gently and peeked to see if his actions fully woke you up yet. but no, you were still sleep. smirking to himself, he leaned down and gave you another kiss. and another. and one more until the pecks turned into him obviously trying to leave a hickey on your neck. you shook your head and blinked a few times to wake up before turning your head and making partial eye contact with woo. it was dark so you could only imagine you were looking at his eyes but you honestly weren’t sure. 

“you just can’t let me sleep huh?” you joked before turning your body to face your other half. he chuckled in return, pulling you closer in his embrace. “well i tried to but when i got in bed i realized how much i missed you today.” woo responded whilst leaving a kiss on your forehead. you smiled and gave him a kiss on the lips in return. you wrapped your arms around him slightly before retracting them. “woo where is your shirt.”

“i get hot when i sleep cmonnnn” he whined in response. “plus you were gonna take it off anyway” he smirked. even thought you couldn’t see it, you could hear it in his voice, so you hit his shoulder in response. “oh stop being cheeky. if that was the case why wear pants??” you joked while pulling on the strings of his sweatpants. 

wooyoung just laid there for a second as if he was genuinely contemplating why he wore pants in the first place. rolling your eyes at his actions, you attempted to roll over to go back to sleep but woo grabbed you causing you to shriek when he did. he placed you on his lap in a way that you would be straddling him, his hands holding your waist in place and his hips adjusting underneath you. 

“woo i’m not playing with you right now i’m tired” you whined while hitting his chest. sitting up a bit so he wasn’t flat on his back, woo gave you another peck on the lips. 

“don’t worry baby i’ll do all the work.”

you looked over at the clock. 4 am. you let out a sigh before looking back at wooyoung. “you have 2 hours before the kids have to get up for school.”

“trust me baby i only need 1 and a half. and i’ll take care of the kids in the morning ok?” he reached up to cup your face while you contemplated his offer. “you better be up no later than 6:45.” you responded, slowly giving in to temptation; a pool of arousal building in the seat off your pajama shorts from the compromising position your husband had you in.

“i’ll be up by 6:44:59.” woo teased before pulling you into a deep, passionate kiss.

you felt dizzy from how good it felt to have your lips on his after a long day, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

god you missed this…

[hughes86-43]

Post Game | Q.Hughes

warnings - none! maybe some spelling errors! this was a draft that I had and just now finished. hope you like it!

The buzzing energy of the crowd after a harrowing Canucks win has you out of your seat cheering along with them as the buzzer goes off signaling the end of the game. The Canucks came out with a 5-2 win and you couldn’t be happier for Quinn and the team. You talk to the rest of the wags while waiting on Quinn to text you back about where to meet him after he is done with media.

Glancing at your phone, you see he sent you a text.

quinn: I’ll be only about 10 more minutes if you want to go wait by the car?

you: okay I’ll be there

Saying goodbye to the other wags, and even some fans that recognized you as Quinn’s girlfriend, you make your way to his car. You didn’t have the key, so you just leaned against the car.

Eventually you see more players making their way to their own cars, so you know Quinn should be on his way.

Petey is one of those who is making his way towards his car, spotting you he teases you by saying, “Goodness he’s making you wait out here? Man what a boyfriend he is!”

“I know? Gosh making me wait forever on him!” You say back to him laughing.

“Gosh not my best friend and my girlfriend teaming up on me!” Quinn says as he spots you two standing by his car. “It was only like 10 minutes that she had to wait,” he says walking up to you and wrapping you in a hug.

“10 minutes is way too long for her to be waiting!” Petey says shaking his head at Quinn.

Quinn just laughs, “Oh be quiet! We’re heading home now, good game tonight. See you tomorrow, wait, we do have morning skate tomorrow right?”

Petey laughs, “Aren’t you supposed to be the captain and know all these things? Yes, at like 10? Anyway, have a good night you two.”

Waving back to him, you say, “Have a good night, drive safe!”

Quinn unlocks the car, opens the door for you and says, “Let’s head home, love.”

You climb into the passenger seat and buckle up while Quinn goes to his side of the car and climbs in. You give him a quick peck on the cheek, saying, “Good game tonight baby, the crowd was buzzing at the end, it was crazy!”

“I’m glad you were here for it. I play ten times better when you’re here.” He says as he turns the heat on in the car since he knows you get cold easily. Yawning he says, “What do you want to eat? Do you want to stop for something or do we have anything at home?”

Thinking on it, you suggest, “I think we should just stop and get something since it’s late and I don’t want to cook and I know you don’t want to.”

He shrugs, “That’s fine with me. I can see you’re already getting tired so I don’t want you to cook. How about grabbing some Chinese food from that one place by our apartment?”

Nodding your head you agree with him, “Go ahead and head there and I’ll place the order to go.”

Quinn backs out the parking space and exits the garage. You place the order for the Chinese restaurant which is only 5 minutes down the road. Once he pulls into a parking spot, you guys just wait there until the food is ready. Quinn is the first to speak up, with a chuckle, he says, “Did you see me completely fall out there during warm ups, over some pucks?”

Not expecting him to ask that, you bark out a laugh, “Ha, yes I did! Don’t worry, I made sure you made it back up and skated again before I laughed…,” You say back to him shyly.

“Hmmm, I’m sure you did wait! As soon as someone falls, you can’t help but to burst out laughing, no matter if you wait on them getting up or not!” He says, as he just throws his head back against his headrest, chuckling to himself. Sometimes you just can’t help laughing at someone who falls, you’ve been trying to work on it.

“I know, but I did really wait on you to get up!” You say, checking your phone to see if you had gotten a message on whether the food was ready… no message yet.

Quinn looks over at you, he takes his hand to move some hair out of your face that is illuminating from the street lights, he says, “I know I already said it, but I’m glad you came tonight, love when you’re at the games.” Due to work, and traveling of your own, you make it to his games a third of the time, but if you can’t make it, you always make sure to have it on to watch at home or wherever you are. If you can’t watch it, you make sure to keep live updates on.

“I know, wish I could make it to more,” You say smiling at him. A ping from your phone indicates the order is ready. “Looks like our food is done, do you want to go in and get it or me?”

Moving his hand away from your face, he reaches for the door handle, “Don’t worry, I can get it, whats the name under?”

“I think I put it under Hughes, if not then it’s under my name.” He gives you a nod before opening the car door and heading into the place. You see him through the restaurant’s window, he is chatting with one of the owners (that you both have gotten to know since you both always get food from here). He grabs the bag of food, waves goodbye to the staff, and then heads out of the restaurant towards the car. Unlocking the door for him, you grab the bag of food out of his hand.

He says, “The owner says hello, and he made sure to give you extra fortune cookies since he knows love them. He also hooked us up with some extra Rangoon’s since the team won.”

“Well for that, I hope you tipped him well!”

“Of course, yes.”

Looking back over at him, you say, “Let’s head home, so we can eat all of this lovely food and sit on the couch and watch our show!”

Quinn puts the car in reverse and makes his way to the main road. He grabs your hand and thinks that there is no one else he rather spend time with after a game.

[withwritersblock]

Oh! Darling pt. 3

~Oh! Darling by The Beatles~

Author's Note: a bit of a fluff piece tehe Summary: Y/N and Quinn get a night away Warnings: none Word Count: 2,082 Quinn Hughes x fm!reader Masterlist

July

Ellie was asleep in her nursery, it was well past eleven and Y/N and Quinn were still wide awake. Despite Quinn’s best efforts, he’s been gone a lot more than he’s wanted this summer. The NHL awards and the draft took a week of his time. His family was in town with him but the two most important girls in his life were still in Vancouver. 

He spent all day with Ellie practically attached at his hip, now he was spending time with his girlfriend. They were simply laying together in bed, watching Miracle. A movie that they can have in the background while they simply talk. It’s been too long since they’ve spent alone time together.

“What if Riley comes by and watches Ellie for the night while we go on a date?” Quinn asked as he rolled onto his side, meeting her gaze. She tilted her head down, her eyes squinting slightly. “What’s with that look?” he asked teasingly. 

She rolled her eyes playfully as she rolled onto her side, meeting his gaze. “Riley? Riley watching our four month old? Really?” she questioned sarcastically. Quin smiled as he dryly laughed. “She can barely watch herself!” she said while laughing.

“Would you rather my friends do it?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. She sighed while rolling onto her back, staring towards the ceiling. “That’s what I thought,” he leaned towards her, pressing his lips to the side of her head. “We need a night to ourselves, you need to be pampered and you need to get all dressed up,” 

“Oh really?” she asked. 

He hummed as he climbed on top of her, staring down towards her, “When was the last time you went out and got all fancy?” he asked while staring down towards her. She pouted as her hands ran up and down his chest before she looped her hands around his neck. 

“I’ll be getting pampered?” she asked suspiciously. He nodded while leaning towards her. He pressed his lips to her cheek for a moment.

“We’ll have the whole afternoon and night together, only if you trust Riley to watch Elliana for that long,” he said while scanning her features.

She was hesitant. Maybe it was easier for Quinn to spend a night away from Ellie because he’s done it so much already. She’s never been away from Ellie for a whole night, let alone leave her alone with someone who’s never been alone with a kid. 

“I’ll ask Riley, I’ll make a full list of everything she needs to do so it’ll be okay,” she mumbled. He leaned towards her pecking her lips for only a second.

“It’ll all work out, I promise, my love,” he whispered before he kissed her lips again. 

~Two Days Later~

Ellie was starting to eat some baby food, they have only introduced apple and banana to her as they were given a list to do one day at a time. Today Ellie was sitting in her high chair, waiting for Quinn to give her some food. 

“Alright, my baby girl, we’ve got peas or carrots, probably both gross but maybe good to you. I don’t know,” he spoke, a small laugh leaving his throat. Ellie simply babbled, not fully understanding what he was saying. He sighed, “Carrots will probably be better,” He set the peas container down on the counter.

He clicked open the carrots container, “I’ll give it a try first and then you, okay?” he said and she giggled. He dug the tiny green spoon into the suspiciously orange baby food. He brought it to his mouth, taking the tiniest bite. It was awful. “Oh-so good, so good,” he cringed out as he tried not to show his disgust. “You try,” he said as he dug the spoon back into the baby food and he airplaned it towards her.

She gladly took a bite, clearly enjoying it. “Better you than me, Darling,” he whispered as he smiled towards her. Quinn lifted his gaze to see Y/N standing at the door way. “Hey love,” he said as he met her gaze from across the room. “Elle Belle likes carrots,” he offered excitedly. 

“Clearly you didn’t,” she teased as she walked across the living room towards where Ellie and Quinn were.

“Shhh, she’s not supposed to know that,” he said with a teasing grin.

“You put on a good performance though,” she offered as she wrapped her arms around his shoulder. Tilting her head to the side she met his gaze for a short moment before she pressed her lips against his briefly. “Riley’s going to be here in thirty minutes,” she offered. He hummed as he switched his attention back towards his daughter.

“How does she like this stuff?” he asked as he gave Ellie another spoonful. She gladly ate it no problem. Y/N giggled.

“She’s a baby, Quinny, she doesn’t know anything else,” she offered as she stared towards her little girl. 

“Yeah well wait till she finds out what ice cream is,” Quinn said smiling. She kissed his cheek for a few seconds.

“I’m going to get dressed and do my makeup. Any guidance on what I should wear?” she questioned as she slowly pulled away from him. Quinn watched her walk away.

“I’m wearing a suit, if that helps my love,” he let out, a grin oon his lips. 

“It does, thank you,” she said as she hopped and walked excitedly towards their bedroom.

After thirty minutes, Riley arrived. Not knocking per usual. “Where’s my beautiful date for the night?” Riley called out as she walked into the apartment. Quinn chuckled as he stood up from the couch as he held Ellie to his side. “There she is! Ellie, my girl,” she said excitedly reaching for the girl. Ellie giggled as her arms reached towards Riley. 

“Amazing, I can start getting ready,” he said excitedly jogging around Riley towards his bathroom. Riley rolled her eyes playfully as she shifted her attention solely to Ellie. He jogged into the bathroom squeezing past Y/N. She was standing in a robe, styling her hair. She smiled towards him as he started ripping his clothes off so he could jump into the shower. She rolled her eyes playfully as she watched him.

It took another thirty minutes before Quinn was ready. Well, almost ready. Y/N stood beside him finishing her makeup while he was running his fingers through his hair, styling it. He was in his suit, the same one he wore when he won the Norris trophy. 

“Ri, you doing alright?” Y/N shouted as she tilted her head back, peeking towards the hallway. 

Riley smiled widely as she walked up to the doorway, no Ellie in her arms. The baby monitor in her hand. “Nap time started at three, she’s out like a light. I got this, you two finish getting ready and have an amazing night away,” she said smiling widely before she slipped away back towards the living room. 

Y/N shifted her gaze towards Quinn, smiling softly. “She’s got this,” Quinn offered while pursing his lips forward. She rolled her eyes playfully as she finished applying the last of her makeup. He smiled as he adjusted his collar as he stared towards his girlfriend smittingly. 

“I’m going to get my dress on and we can head out,” she stepped towards him, kissing his cheek before she wandered towards their bedroom. Quinn smiled to himself as he dropped his head. He walked out of the bathroom, towards the living room. 

Riley was planted on the couch, a blanket covering her frame as she was clicking through Netflix trying to find something to watch. “Thanks again for this Riley,” Quinn offered as he shoved his hands into his pants pocket awwardly. 

“Y/N’s been needing this, she’s missed you a lot Quinn,” Riley said as she smiled a wide grin, “I’ll be full time babysitter if it means you two get to be Quinn and Y/N again.” she said. Quinn smiled as he dropped his gaze to the floor.

“Thanks Ri,” he mumbled, shyly. “She’s got to get up at four if she’ll be asleep by eight. And you want her to be asleep by eight or else-”

“She won’t sleep at all, I know Quinn. I got this, remember?” Riley offered. Quinn chuckled nervously.

“Right, yeah. We just haven’t left Ellie alone with someone who’s not our moms,” he said with a chuckle. “But between Isabella, Luke, and Jack, we trust you the most,” 

“It’s not the fact that I live in Vancouver and Isabella lives in Michigan. Luke and Jack are Jersey, none of that matters?” she asked sarcastically. He shook his head laughing.

“Even if any of them lived in Vancouver, I would never leave them alone with my daughter until they have their own kid,” he explained while laughing, he lifted his gaze to see Y/N walking towards them in a short black dress. It was flowy, had semi-long ruffle sleeves. “Oh, wow,” he let out breathlessly. 

She shyly dropped her gaze towards the floor before she continued walking towards him. “You like it?” she offered as she took in a deep breath. He nodded dramatically, a wide grin to his lips as he walked towards her.

“You look amazing,” he mumbled, taking a hold of her hand, spinning her. 

“Okay, stop making me sad and more single than I already am. Go out, don’t make another baby, and come back refreshed,” Riley expressed, her face squirming up in disgust. Quinn and Y/N chuckled as Quinn took a hold of her hand and guided her towards the door. 

“No promises, on the baby making,” Quinn teased, Y/N shoved him slightly as they giggled. They continued out of the apartment, hand in hand. 

“So where are we heading, my love?” she asked as she began to swing their hands back and forth. 

“We are going to that fancy restaurant you love, and then we are going to go walk downtown and then we are going to a very fancy hotel with very amazing room service,” he explained. 

“You don’t have to spend that much money on this day, Quinn-”

“You deserve to be pampered, my love,” he whispered as they entered the elevator to the parking garage.

“But this is too much,” she whispered as she turned to face him. They waited for the elevator to reach their floor. Quinn reached his hand over, brushing the small piece of hair away from her face. 

“You deserve a lot more than what I planned for tonight,” he leaned towards her, delicately kissing her as the elevator doors opened.

~~~

They stopped on the path, turning their gaze towards the water. The moonlight was cascading over the water, illuminating it. She stared towards the water, smiling softly as she inched closer to Quinn. He switched his gaze towards her, pressing his lips against her forehead, “What are you thinking, my love?” he asked softly as his hand ran up and down her back. 

“Did you think at fifteen this would be our life?” she asked as she continued looking ahead of her. He furrowed his eyebrows as he hummed. “I honestly thought we wouldn’t make it,” she dropped her head.

“Why’d you think that?” he asked. She pointed towards the small bench closer to the water edge. He followed her towards the bench, sitting closely beside her. 

“I knew you would make it, I knew you would be drafted to some team and you would be successful. I thought that we would do the long distance thing and we would fizzle out. Like a lot of high school relationships do. But you asked me to go Vancouver with you and I was going to say no. I really was but I agreed and I never looked back,” she paused, taking a deep breath. “You’re my dream Quinny, our daughter is my dream,” she mumbled out meeting his gaze. He swallowed hard, blinking tears away from his eyes. 

“Where’s all this coming from?” he asked, choked up slightly. She smiled towards him.

“I don’t know, maybe I’m just happy,” she expressed a soft grin to her lips. 

“Maybe I’m just happy too,” he whispered as he leaned towards her, pressing his lips against hers. He reached his hand up, resting it onto her cheek for a moment. He glided his hand from her cheek towards the base of her neck.

[blue-jisungs]

complete opposite

author's note. here it goes,, finally finished it after having it rot in my drafts for a month grrrrr … also, this one is for the biggest joshu stans i know, @fairyhaos and @slytherinshua <3

summary. you get scared of how joshua will react to bad news, joshua gets scared of how you’re acting… turns out is all a complete opposite of the other one was thinking

genre. fluff but also kinda angst? hurt to comfort me thinks

word count. 2269 hehe

warnings. swearing, mention of throwing up, feeling sick, having intimate relations with joshua but nothing explicit!! reader is overthinking a lot :(

heart thumping in your chest, you stared at your friend in disbelief. rina squeezed your hand and tucked a hair that has fallen on your face.

“i’ll drive you home, okay?” she hummed and stood up, placing a peck on your forehead “stay here”

you nodded weakily, your stomach going crazy. you watched her silhouette disappear and massaged your temples.

when you woke up today, joshua was already gone. he texted you good morning and informed that he’ll probably come home late at night. but then you felt unwell. ignoring it, you decided to eat breakfast and go to work.

which was a mistake. you barely arrived and already run to the toilet, returning your stomach’s contents. rina was already here so she helped you, handing you some water and meds. just when you thought you’re fine, mid-convo with a customer you turned pale again and your stomach was making turns and somersaults.

you bet it was the fish you ate yesterday. you were out with joshu to some kind of a fancy restaurant. lately you’ve been craving fish so you decided, why not. well apparently it wasn’t a great idea.

“okay, let’s go. just please try not to vomit all over my car” rina giggled and helped you stand up. you felt weak, beads of sweat forming on your forehead. rina bit her lip and led you to her car. “i need to pick up one thing on the way but maybe try taking a nap? should i call your boyfriend?”

“no, no. he’s really busy today” you sighed, secretly wishing he’d be there for you.

in no time you were home, rina walking you to the door. suddenly she handed you a few boxes of… pregnancy tests.

“what…” you laughed, looking at her shocked.

“you… look, i need to go back to work but my sister was pregnant a while ago. and her symptoms were similar. and your period is running late, isn’t it? you still haven’t eaten the chocolate from the cabinet at work” rina said softly, looking at your widened eyes “just… make sure. and call me, okay? if you feel worse or better, doesn’t matter. i’ll pick up whenever i can”

“i… you’re being a bit dramatic with the tests. but thank you. i owe you” you smiled. she nodded and gave you a quick hug before rushing back to work.

you entered your and joshua’s apartment, heart wild in your chest. sure, your period was late. but… no, that’s not right.

feeling a unpleasant sensation bubbling up in your throat once again, head spinning, you ran to the bathroom. throwing the boxes on the counter you accidentally knocked some things over. you knelt down and for another time this day, threw up.

taking deep breaths you weakly grabbed the pink box. scanning the stupid imagine of a stupid woman with a stupid baby bump you decided to try. what’s the worse thing that could happen anyways. you’re not pregnant, it’s just the fish. you and joshua always use protection and you’re always safe. right?

you paced around the bathroom, nervously putting away stuff in different places while waiting for the outcome. it’s not it. can’t be. logically – can’t be. physically–

you peeked at the stick.

two lines.

“fuck”

your heart thumped in your chest, ready to rip out from your rib cage and go for a walk. or jog.

“no, it’s not right…”

you spent half of the day testing the other pregnancy tests. because what if it’s just a malfunction? or if one brand has two lines for positive and the other for negative? you had to be sure.

and sure you were when all of them turned out to be positive.

your bathroom looked like war zone, everything turned upside down all over the place.

walking into the kitchen on wobbly legs, your head felt like it was about to explode.

you’re pregnant.

joshua is going to kill you. well, no. not really. but it will kill him.

you never talked about it. sure, he said he wanted to marry you one day but… but he’s an idol. he’s busy. maybe he doesn’t even want kids?

when some rumours floated around about your relationship… it killed him. some carats went crazy, not in a positive way. joshua was really going through it and now… relationship is not as a big of a problem as pregnancy. oh my god, carats are going to kill you. and the baby.

you don’t want to ruin his career. he worked so hard and loved what he did and now… now it’s about to fall apart like a house of cards triggered by a slight gust of wind.

tears dwelled in your eyes, throat tightening. joshua will hate you, that’s for sure. yes, he loved you but a kid… those are different circumstances, choices… way of living.

he will hate you and dump you. that’s for sure.

unless… unless you do it first.

no.

be rational.

he won’t, right?

the room felt like it was about to swallow you. all the pictures with joshua, your joshu. his ebony irises that you loved oh so much stared at you from the pictures. as if judging you.

you had to get out from here.

rushing to the bathroom, you tore all the boxes with the tests and flushed them down the toilet. then you threw all the tests into a plastic bag and then hid them under the sink. joshua never looks there. like that one time when you spent all day looking for something you lost and–

stop.

you took the keys and stormed out of your apartment, the need of fresh air almost suffocating you. you’ll be back before he gets home.

joshua pushed the door open, limbs feeling as if ready to fall apart any second. he just dreamed about changing his pyjamas and falling asleep in your arms.

it was late so he figured he won’t announce he’s here, like he always does. leaving his bag by the entrance, joshua stretched lazily.

he entered the bedroom and halted. the bed was empty.

“that’s weird…” he mumbled. maybe you’re in the bathroom? joshua grabbed his pyjama and decided to go check the bathroom.

if he was surprised that you weren’t in the bedroom, the bathroom left him speechless.

not only you weren’t there, like he thought you’d be. the room looked like a tornado passed through it.

everything was scattered around, as if knocked over; all over the place.

“y/n?” joshua called out, dropping the pyjamas. rushing to get his back to grab his phone, his throat went dry. it’s almost midnight and you’re not home. if you were going out with your girl friends, he’d know. he wouldn’t forget. so why you’re not home?

dialling your number, he noticed there’s no texts from you either. which was concerning too… you’d text him if you were going out somewhere. especially at this hour. and considering how cold it was…

the silence in the house was frightening. joshua didn’t like this one bit. suddenly he heard buzzing and his heart came up to his throat. your phone is home.

you left without taking your phone…?

joshua ran his hand through his hair. he has to stay calm.

he gulped and called your best friend from work. it was dumb, especially at this hour. but rina picked up immediately, even though voice w bit raspy and tired.

“hi joshua. is everything alright with y/n? i’ve been worried sick for the whole day–“ her voice was almost desperate for an answer.

“there was something wrong? i just came home and she’s not here… and, and she didn’t take her phone– i don’t know what’s happening” joshua whispered, feeling how his stomach drops.

“fuck”

“okay… okay… let’s stay calm. she… maybe she went to get some groceries?” rina breathed out “fuck, i shouldn’t leave her alone. is my fault… i…”

“hey, no, don’t say that. what even happened?” joshua asked and switched the light on. he’ll wait until you’re back. rina hesitated – if it was what she thinks it is, she doesn’t want to be the one passing the news.

“she felt unwell at work… and i drove her home but i had to go back… i should’ve stayed with her” rina mumbled.

suddenly there was a soft click of the door opening. joshua jolted, eyes turning into that direction.

you appeared in the doorway, your face catching his gaze. you were crying.

“rina, she’s here. don’t need to worry” he spoke softly. joshua noticed how scared you look. scared, tired and… guilty

“oh thank god. warn her that i’ll whoop her ass in work tomorrow” your grind let out a nervous laugh but she certainly sounded relieved “good night”

“good night” joshua whispered and hang up.

the silence was speaking volumes.

you slowly took off your shoes and sighed. opening your mouth to say something and then closing them again.

“if you wanted to go out, you should’ve taken a jacket” he said softly; there was no poisoned sarcasm in his voice, only genuine worry. you nodded weakly and played with your fingers.

“i…” your voice broke, eyes avoiding his.

joshua stood up and started boiling some water to mar you tea. you sat down on the couch, putting your bag close to you; hands gripping your knees.

for a moment it was peaceful, as if the world wasn’t about to fall apart in mere moments. just you, joshua and the sounds of boiling water.

in no time he returned, placing the cup on the table. then he looked at you, anxiety filling his heart.

“did something happen?” joshua asked. for the first time in ages he was unsure what to do. should he hold your hand? you didn’t look like you wanted to but on the other hand…

you shook your head gently, tears gathering at the edge of your waterline. your throat went dry and you felt like you weren’t able to physically speak out.

“i saw the bathroom, it looks like a mess. you scared me” he let out a soft chuckle, scanning your reaction.

nothing.

your fingers traced shapes absentmindedly on your knee, eyes distant.

“angel?” he asked, concern growing in his voice. only after you took a deep breather and let it out as a shaky sigh, you started. now or never.

“you’ll hate me” you mumbled and were met with a scoff. scared, you looked up at him. joshua was smiling softly, unaware of what he was about to learn.

“y/nnie, i’d never hate you” the smile wrinkles that you loved so much appeared around his eyes. your lip quivered and you looked away

“you will. i’m so… i’m sorry joshua” your voice cracked “i ruined your career”

“what are you talking about, silly?” joshua laughed nervously.

you just shook your head, tears beginning to roll down your cheeks. in a blink of an eye you started harshly sobbing, breathing getting hard to breathe.

joshua rushed and hugged you tightly, petting your hair. even though he hated that such thought crossed his mind, he couldn’t help but wonder what did you mean: did you cheat–

“i’m so fucking sorry” you whined, pulling away from him. then you reached to your bag and turned it upside down, causing its content to fall on the couch.

“what do you…” joshua’s voice died in his throat, your crying only getting more intense when you saw his reaction.

he reached to grab one of the white and pink sticks. two red lines.

then he looked at another one. two red lines.

the other one he grabbed has a blue plus drawn.

rummaging through all of them, mouth agape, he felt as if knocked the air out of his lungs.

no, not because you were pregnant (well, this too). because of your reaction. you thought he’ll hate you? that you ruined his career? that…

“oh y/n” his voice broke, grabbing your face in his hands. your quivering lip and wet eyelashes made his heart clench but it was hard for him to resist a smile “how could i… i’m…”

“i’m sorry! we never really talked about this before and… and i know that we’re not that young but your career is blooming and… and–“ you mumbled, voice becoming whiny and hard to control. why is he smiling, by the way…?

“y/n, please take a breath, okay?” he asked gently, caressing your wet cheeks “i would never have thought that… you’re going to panic thinking about my reaction”

you took a deep breath and blinked slowly. why; why in hell he’s so calm?! isn’t he going to–

“i’m going to be a father” he breathed out, his own eyes tearing up too “and you’ll be the mother, y/n. that’s… that’s something i could never dream of but i also always wanted…”

“w-what?” you asked and he shook his head, grinning with pearly tears blinking at the edge of his waterline.

“i love you so so much. i’m… speechless. and above all, so… so happy” he sniffled.

his reaction was… complete opposite of what you thought it would be. you felt as if a huge stone just dropped from your heart, relief washing over you. suddenly you put your hands on top of his and pulled him into a kiss.

lips connected and tears falling down your cheeks, joshua felt like all of this was unreal. pulling away, he rested his forehead against yours.

“i’ll be a dad” a faint whisper left his mouth as you wiped his cheek with a loving smile.

masterlist <3

taglist. @mirxzii ,, @primoppang ,, @l3visbby ,, @nicholasluvbot ,, @planetkiimchi ,, @weird-bookworm ,, @slytherinshua ,, @jiwuu ,, @laylasbunbunny ,, @dazzlingligth

[sanaxo-o]

Reaction to their S/O wanting a pet (Hyung Line)

Genre: pure fluff, slightly sad for Jacob but reader comforts him, very very very cute, pouty hyunjae haha, not proofread

Sana: I know I disappeared for more than a month ig and I am not at all totally back but this is a draft I had for a long time and decided to finish it before sleeping. So here it is as I promised @from-izzy this hyunjae did see the light of the day (we cheered lol)

Word count: 1288

Tagging: @deoboyznet @a-dream-bookmark @mosviqu @kimsohn @cloverdaisies

Sangyeon:

Getting tired of trying to get your boyfriend’s attention you sit back down on the couch with your head placed on Sangyeon’s lap as you stare up at his face which was buried in the book he was currently reading.

You knew he was busy, but he had been busy with his work for the past few days which made you want to crave for his attention more than anything.

You closed your eyes as you enjoyed the feeling of Sangyeon petting your head with his hand while his other continued to use the phone.

The silence continued until you decided to ruin it by the most sudden question you could think of.

“What do you think about having a pet?” You ask out of the blue, which made Sangyeon stop using his phone while his hand took a complete halt which was busy petting your head a while ago as he diverted his attention to you.

“Huh?” He says in confusion as he keeps his phone away before he stares down at you. Leaning down he gave your lips a small peck as he decided to speak again, “Why this sudden thought?” He asked softly, his hands raking through your hair soothingly.

“I don’t know, it would be nice to have some company. I am bored most of the time when you’re busy with your work..” you tell him as you bring your hand up and poke his cheek with your finger which made him give out a small grin.

“I don’t know sweetheart, we both are busy most of the time with work. Who will take care of the pet when we’re not here?” He asks softly.

He had a point, you both were pretty swamped with work on the weekdays so having a pet will only increase your work.

“Can’t we just get one pet? Please…” you plead, you knew you wouldn’t be able to take care of a pet because speaking logically you cannot even take care of yourself without hurting yourself at least once.

“Do you promise you will take care of it?” He says suspiciously, his hands coming to a halt as he brings them up to scratch his neck.

“Yes, I promise I will take care of it!” You say with enthusiasm, happy that Sangyeon is agreeing to you getting a pet only for your smile to get replaced with a scowl when you hear his answer.

“The answer is still no. Maybe sometime in the future when we have more time for us. At the moment, I am the only one who should be having your attention.” Saying that Sangyeon brought his hands to your waist as he started tickling you which made laughter erupt from your throat.

Jacob:

You sit beside Jacob who was busy keeping his niece entertained, letting out a small sigh, you stare at his brother playing with their pet dogs.

“What are you thinking about?” Jacob whispers softly as he places his niece on the couch beside him once he was asleep.

“Do you ever think about having another pet? You ask softly as you stare at him.

Seeing the slight hurt in Jacob’s eyes immediately reminds you about the recent passing away of one of his dogs.

Inching your hand closer to Jacob’s, you hold it in your in a comforting grip as you slide closer to Jacob to pull him closer in your warm embrace.

“I am sorry, I didn’t realise that you must be still trying to move on from the recent death.” You say, your voice coming out hushed since your face was buried in Jacob’s shoulder.

“It’s okay…having another pet is a huge responsibility and I don’t think I am just ready to get another one…” Jacob mumbles as he buries his face in your neck to try and stop himself from crying.

“I am sorry for bringing it up.” You apologise as you pat his back comfortingly.

Hyunaje:

You stared at Hyunaje who was trying to get Darong’s attention for the past half an hour.

You came to his folks place to look after his pet while his family was away for some time. You have known Hyunaje for almost seven years and you surprisingly warmed up to Darong quite well.

Darong himself would always jump in your arms whenever you came over at his place which of course made Hyunaje pout. His girlfriend was giving her attention to his dog who would ignore him while his dog was busy cuddling his girlfriend instead of meeting his own owner.

You smiled in adoration when Hyunaje gave up on trying to get Darong’s attention as he just settled down on the couch beside you with a tired sigh escaping his lips.

“Why do puppies hate me?” He mumbles softly as he slowly lays his head on your lap and hums in satisfaction when he feels your fingers gently brushing and massaging his scalp in a soothing manner.

“Maybe because you always annoy them?” You suggest with a small laugh escaping your throat when you see Hyunaje pucker his lips at your mean, mean words.

“Don’t say that..” he says that as he pokes your cheeks with his fingers and plays with your fingers while humming to a song.

“Why don’t we adopt a pet? A pet who could also accompany Darong and give him company?” You say with excitement as you pick Darong up, who was standing beside you while wagging his tail waiting for you to take notice of him. You place him on your other lap and pet his head, “Would you like that darongie?” You call out his name and smile when he barks in response.

“I think he’s on board with the plan Jae..” you tell him as you pick up Darong in your arms and stand up from the couch which led to hyunjaes head falling back on the couch. You turn a blind eye to your boyfriend who was calling out your name in desperation.

“What’s the point of getting another pet if I am going to be ignored either way?” He mumbles to himself as he slowly sits back up and scoffs when he sees you playing with Darong.

He could still feel his cheeks turning upwards in a smile when he hears your laugh echoing throughout the room whenever Darong listens to your orders.

If getting another pet made you happy, he would gladly buy how much ever you wanted if that’s what makes you smile this huge.

Younghoon:

Entering the house you gasp when you see a dog (who was not Bori) playing with Younghoon.

You immediately drop your bag on the floor and sit down on the floor beside Younghoon to pet the new puppy which was busy biting and playing with Younghoon.

“You’re back!” Younghoon exclaims as he hugs you tightly.

“Where did you get this dog?” You ask while slowly picking it up and booping your nose with the dog.

“Some person abandoned it on the street.” Younghoon replies sadly as he goes into the washroom to clean his hands.

Hearing the reply you gasp as you look at the cute puppy with sad eyes, upset that someone could dare to do something so demeaning.

“I knew you always wanted your own dog…thought you’d take a liking to it so I went to the vet and got him checked and everything.” Younghoon says once he comes back to the living room.

“I love it.” You mumble, your whole attention on the puppy as you continue playing with it.

Younghoon smiles softly as he takes a few photos of you with the puppy to store it as a memory (and to also keep that picture in his wallet.)

[jayaawrites]

To All The Boys I’ve Accidentally Hit Send To

A/N: This is my first fic!! it’s a To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before AU but with the JJK men, I’m hoping to be able to make this into a multi chapter fic so…. please give me feedback!!

Sometimes, there are moments of complete dramatic irony where all you can do is try your best not to laugh. This moment, where you and Yuki are sitting next to each other, is one of them. The two of you are sprawled across your couch, catching up on Bridgerton as you do every Friday after rehearsal. Her hands are fiddling with the remote, while her eyes are glued to the screen, mesmerized by the scene playing before you.

"Not to be that person, but I don't think I'd ever forgive you if you did that to me," Yuki suddenly remarks, snapping you out of your reverie. You shake your head to wake yourself up a bit. "Did what?" you ask, half afraid of what on earth she could be talking about. Yuki gestures toward the screen, and your gaze lands upon Edwina and Kate Sharma arguing. "I mean, just look at them," she points out. "How do you ever recover from someone you care about so much stealing the man that you love?"

You shift in your seat slightly at Yuki's observations. Is it really that bad to get romantically involved with someone your friend cares about? The answer, of course, is yes. It's been yes for as long as you can remember, and if you had been in this situation two years ago, there would be no doubt you'd agree with Yuki. But that was before, before Yuki and Choso started dating, and you'd had your heart shattered into pieces.

Before Choso had become Yuki's boyfriend, he had been yours. Okay, maybe not really, but he was most definitely fated to be. All your relatives had expected it, and he had even made jokes about it from time to time, commenting on how embarrassing it was that your parents let you do anything so long as it was with him. And while you'd been skeptical at the beginning (when push came to shove, childhood friends to lovers was so overdone), because you were stupid and because you never knew how to say no to his honey-brown eyes and annoyingly beautiful hair, you had fallen for him—and fallen hard.

It had been hell. How are you supposed to navigate a crush that was seemingly inevitable? You'd avoided him for days on end before finding the courage to speak to him like a normal human being. And just when you'd built up the courage to ask him out, Yuki had called you excitedly to tell you that your super-hot best friend had asked her on a date.

Hence, here you were, watching Bridgerton season two with one of the people you considered your closest friends and pondering the ethics of fucking her boyfriend.

"Well!" Yuki gets up and stretches as the end credits start to roll. "It's getting late, and we have early rehearsal tomorrow, so I guess I better head home. Don't forget to bring an extra water bottle for me tomorrow if you can!" She grins at you and gives you a small peck on the head to say goodbye. You grin weakly up at her from where you're sitting.

"Bye, Yuki!" you wave goodbye and lock the door behind her as she leaves before collapsing back onto the couch with a groan.

Fuck.

You're screwed. Heavily. You need to get over Choso ASAP. You sigh and feel around the table in front of the TV before finding your laptop, wiping your hands clean of food before opening it up and drafting an email:

dancedancerevolution@icloud.com

Dear Choso, Remember that one time someone new moved in next door to you? We were six and some of the kids in our class had been making fun of you for only being friends with girls, and so when your eyes had landed upon the beady eyed brunette child who'd arrived with his parent I can still recall how your eyes had begun to shine a bit brighter when they landed on him. you and him became fast friends and because you were boys you'd do everything together. I felt horrible. all I could think was that I was a failure because I was a girl. it took weeks of me acting out towards the two of you before you'd pointed out the obvious : I was jealous. Back then it was easier, we solved the problem of jealousy through communication and you promised to include me more. So why is it this time my jealousy doesn't seem to want no matter how much you and Yuki include me in everything? When did my feelings become so overwhelming? It sounds stupid but I truly never meant to fall in love with you, and if I'm being honest I regret doing so. But I'm getting better, I swear I am. If not for your sake then for mine. So I can stop feeling little pricks of pain every time I see the two of you together. with all my love, your best friend

You finish typing and close your laptop with a sigh before switching your focus to the TV. Sure, your love life may have gone to shit, but at least you could focus on somebody else's.

[imsparklingunicorn]

Who will initiate the first kiss, Treasure or S/O? - Part 2

Another blurb that has been drafted for a long time but I thought I give it a shot. Part 1 is here. Part 3 is coming soon.

Theme : Treasure members, whether they will be the first to initiate the first kiss or their date/girlfriend.

Pairing : Treasure Members x Female reader

Jaehyuk is just a sweetheart. All he wants to do is to make sure his girl comfortable on the first date so initiating a kiss may or may not be in his plan. Let’s just say, if your first date with Jaehyuk includes a walk at the beach, while holding your hands and watching you sing or cutely dance around, he smiles sweetly at your antics. His sweet gestures and gentleman behaviour captures your interests and your heart which soon you find yourself wondering why this sweet man won’t just kiss you as the date went on. Fret not, just as you are attracted to his charms, Jaehyuk is also attracted to yours and once you got off the curb, Jaehyuk spun you around once and boldly pull you in for a hug and a soft kiss. You wasted no time and wrapped your arm his neck and molded your body with his, while your lips did the work to make the night even better for the both of you.

It’s hard to figure out someone like Asahi. He is a man full of surprises. Don’t expect him to throw you compliments or treat you like a princess but there is that quiet charm and mystery that many women can be attracted to and you are one of them. Between the two of you, you are much more approachable and a lot more adventurous while Asahi is the one who will follow your lead. But the time has come, or so you thought for him to take the next step. His shyness is stopping you from taking the first step so for him to hold your hands while walking up the steps to enter the ferris wheel already gave you enough tingle in the tummy. As the ferris wheel goes up, the two of you exchange some cute stories until it went completely silent. You turned your head to look at Asahi only to watch him approach you with a peck on your lips. Surprised, your mind went blank as you stared at each other but little to no time, you pushed yourself closer only instead of returning the peck, you fully kissed his lips which he has no reluctance to return it.

Doyoung is all about romance. You could just have the perfectly planned date, with maybe a few hiccups here and there but nevertheless it was a night full of fun and romance and you just can’t wait for what will happened at the end of the date. He drove you home, walked out to open the car door for you and even walked next to you all the way to your front door. Never once did he not compliment the way you look and how much fun he had that night. He even made some plans for the next date and the next as well. Just before you turn the house key, you turned to bid him farewell which Doyoung returns with his gorgeous smile before wrapping one arm around your waist, pulling you close and not hesitating to mold your lips with his. It wasn’t a peck, with Doyoung it’s a kiss kiss and you falling deeper into it, could only feel your body growing weak and when he pulled away, you could feel yourself heaving and trying to catch some air. But breathing seems to be difficult too as you stare at his face, his eyes, his smile and his lips.

[girlsneedff]

NSFW!Minors and Ageless blogs DNI!

Suguru x f!Reader, fwbs, modern au, Sugu’s a whore and so are you, mentions of vaginal sex, cunnilingus

Word count: 1k

Author’s yap: I started this with no direction but the song Harem by Miguel (the lomf), so let’s see if this gets posted or drafted for eternity. If so, the pt.2 will be in the works.

Harem

Suguru Geto has a thing for pretty things.

He can’t help it. He collects them, hoards them, and even if he never looks at them again, he takes comfort in knowing that they’re his. This is applicable to everything in his life: money, jewelry- women.

Modern-day concubines- his roster’s never ending. And he knows that with a simple text they’ll be over at his, ready to show him what pretty things do. Relationship or not. At first, they try to act like they’re above it- above cheating on their partner. But they always end up coming back to him on their hands and knees and stay in that position until he’s done.

He loves the pretty things and the pretty things love him. It’s almost every day that he adds one to the list.

So, of course, when he sees you sitting by your lonesome on the subway train, head swaying to the music you’re listening to, he of course has to have you.

He sits down next to you, body fully turned towards you with his arm resting on the back of the seat. He touches your shoulder lightly, like he’s perfected, so he doesn’t frighten you.

“Oh, hello.” You say, courteously, giving a cute little smile that just sends Suguru’s mind reeling. You’re so pretty.

It doesn’t take him long to secure your digits and have you in his bed by the weekend, pretty little cunt squelching around his cock while he tells you just how entranced he is by you, holding your face in his hand to make sure he sees every single facial expression you make for him. You’re not easy, no- but pretty things attract pretty things, and both of your interests were evident from the start. The way your brows are knit so tightly, eyes fluctuating between squeezing shut and rolling back in your eye sockets with little “oh oh oh!”s pouring out of your mouth, his thumb hooked inside of it. A gorgeous little thing you are- especially when you’re cumming, legs twitching on his hips while his other thumb rubs your clit frantically. Talkin you through it, reminding you how much you deserve to cum- you’re so pretty, you need to cum for him.

…

You’re too pretty. He tries to think- has he ever met a girl this pretty before? Is there anyone in his collection that calls his attention like you do? Of course, he thinks that of every pretty thing the first time he sees them. Then the awe and lust subside, and they become another part of the collection. But, he’s starting to get worried when he keeps thinking about you. And you’re the only girl that he’s being fucking consistently in a while. It’s terrifying. To him, at least. Seeing you walk out of his bedroom with his shirt on, nothing else, and your bonnet- since when did you get that comfortable being over at his? Heavy steps over to his fridge to grab some water while he looks at you from his couch. Giving him a little peck on the cheek, telling him you’ll see him next Saturday.

The two of you aren’t in a relationship, mind you. You both know that. You have your consorts, and he has his. But he just can’t help thinking about you while he’s balls deep in Pretty Thing #23, or accidentally moan your name while he’s cumming on Pretty Thing #12’s back. While eating out Pretty Thing #1, he even imagined it was you- missing the way you taste on his tongue, lapping at her like it was you. Doin everything he can to maybe dig your taste out of her, but of course, it wouldn’t work.

Out of all of his pretty possessions, you’re just you. Not Pretty Thing #1838382984478288472819, but you. Just Pretty. Pretty girl, when he’s wanting you real bad.

You’re too damn pretty.

•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

Bzzt!

“Fuck, Suguru-”

Oh- someone just texted him. His phone’s usually always on DND, except for one person. Reaching over Pretty Thing #7’s body, he grabs his phone from the nightstand which such haste it sends the poor girl hurling forward, a loud moan leaving her mouth from his entire length being shoved into her with no warning.

“Suguru- oh shit ‘m fuckin cumming!” She desperately circles her clit, legs shaking and face covered with spit.

It’s a text from you! He quickly unlocks his phone (also while mumbling some lazy words of encouragement for the girl twitching on his cock right now) and reads your message, his face practically pressed into his phone.

You: Come over pls

Something in him does somersaults- happy that you’ve picked him out of the lineup to warm your bed tonight. Takin his other hand, he uses it to massage Pretty Thing #whatever’s ass, slowly pulling her back onto him while he types his reply back to you.

Suguru: Be there in 15. In the shower this time.

He pulls out, the girl accepting his absence with a soft moan. Tiredly, she turns around to look at him with a big smile.

“You didn’t finis- oh, you have to go?”

She sounds disappointed, looking up at him while he’s damn near dressed already, stepping into his slides and fixing his hair, elastic in his mouth as he smooths it into a half-up half-down.

“Yea. Sorry, baby. It’s urgent.”

She pouts, which would have probably made any other man say fuck the urgency and get right back in bed with her, but Suguru’s not that man.

“Sorry.” He leans down, giving her a quick peck on the cheek while he fishes his keys out of his hoodie pocket. “I’ll call you.”

He steps out onto the stairs outside of the girls apartment, head deep in his phone.

Pretty Thing #7.

He slides her contact to the side, and deletes it. He sighs.

“Fuck, another one crossed off the list because of you.”

He unlocks his car, and gets in, doin 80 in a 35 to your place.

[nicholaslefthand]

~Fluffy Hair~

Characters: Choi Beomgyu x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff

TW: Knifes (reader cuts themselves), neck kisses, reader gets called grandma as a joke!

W/C: 669

A/n: Dividers by @cafekitsune !!

I was so excited to see my boyfriend today! We haven't seen each other in like- 8 days (it hasn't even been a day). I reach for my phone and look at the time to see when he would get there. 'Hm.. It's only 3:27 PM. And he's coming at 4:30 PM..! I miss him so much-!' I thought as I went to the kitchen to make some lunch for myself. 'How about I make some rice? And maybe also some veggies? Yeah, that sounds nice...' I thought again as I arrived in the kitchen and got out everything for making some rice and veggies.

I set the cutting board down and put some green onion on it to start chopping that. Just as I was about to start though, someone knocked frantically on the front door of my apartment. "AHH-!" I hiss at the sting of cutting myself and quickly held a cloth to the bleeding wound and walk to the front door to open it to see my boyfriend standing there with some flowers in hand, "SURPRISE-! OH MY GOD WHAT HAPPENED?!" My boyfriend yells as he quickly comes inside and puts the flowers on the table next to the front door and then takes the cloth, that now has a blood stain on it, off of my finger and examines the wound. "I cut myself when you scared me by frantically knocking at the door." I say with a sigh at the end. "OH-! I'm sorry... I didn't mean to-" "I know, Gyu... It's fine." My hand that wasn't bleeding, reached out to caress his cheek and press a kiss to his cheek. Beomgyu pouts and presses a kiss to my forehead, "Still... It's my fault that you cut yourself..." He furrows his eyebrows and looks really guilty. "It's just a little cut, Gyu... I'm not dying... I'm fine!" I laugh a little and squish his cheek. He shrieks and then starts laughing. "Ow- Okay thank you Grandma! I love you too!" He jokingly says and I giggle and say in a grandma voice: "That good to know, dear~! Granny loves you soo~ much!" And then I kiss him on the lip while still giggling. Then something else catches my eyes. "OH MY GOODNESS- YOU LET YOUR HAIR GROW OUT!!!" I scream in joy and then leap closer to him to play with his hair. "UH! ITS SO FLUFFY!!" I squeal in complete happiness and continue playing with it. "Baby- your finger..." He grasps my attention back to his words and then I realize that I'm still bleeding. "Oh- yeah..." I giggle nervously and then start walking back towards the kitchen to clean the wound and put a plaster on it. Then as I turn around, I jump again as Beomgyu silently moved behind me and was making no sound, so I don't know that he moved there. "Oh god-! Stop scaring me!" I lightly smack his chest and huff out. He laughs and then hands me the bouquet he wanted to give me before. "Surprise baby..." He softly kisses my cheek when I take the bouquet. I laugh at the tickling feeling and then press a kiss to his lips. "Thank you, my love..." I whisper against his lips and peck him again. I turn around and take out a vase for the flowers and place them inside after putting some water in it. Beomgyu wraps his arms around me and starts pecking my neck. I put my hands into his hair from my position in front of him and play with it. "Your hair is so soft, love..." "Thank you..." He chuckles and then puts his chin on my shoulder and relishes in the feeling on my hands in his hair. "How about you put all that stuff back where it belongs, and we order something in to eat?" I nod at that and make move to take my phone from the back pocket of my jeans. "What should we order?"

Hii! Sorry for not posting for a long time, I had a massive writers block and didn't know what to do against it...😔 I'll try to make as many drafts as possible at the moment to post some things when I don't have motivation to write something new. Anyway- I hope you enjoyed and have a great day / night and make sure to eat and drink water!

[kyndaris]

Non-Stop

As someone who likes to dabble in the art of writing, there is something to be said of the process in and of itself. Like many, I've often wished for the ideas circulating in my head to appear on the blank Word document fully formed. A novel come to life before my very eyes. Instead, I often myself chained to my desk, pecking out words and then scratching them out and coming up with a whole new sentence to describe the exact same thing. Except bigger. And better. And more readable.

Writing, it should be universally acknowledged, is no small feat. Especially for someone who holds down a full-time job (which is completely unrelated to my dreams of becoming a bestselling author), has a myriad of other hobbies, and also wants to squeeze in some social interactions with my friends during the week.

And yet...

Were I trapped in the Dark Place, hammering out my words in a bid to escape, I wonder what sort of narrative I would spin. Fantasy has always been my go-to genre as both a writer and a reader. But as some of the short stories I've provided on my blog can attest, I am no stranger to other genres. And if I'm being constrained by the Dark Presence's emphasis on grim and dark emotions, why, I think I might churn out fantasy horrors a la T Kingfisher.

How they might lead me to freedom is a mystery although I imagine there will be swords aplenty. Maybe I'd write in a local LARPing group coming to my rescue instead of a federal agent.

One can only dream.

All of this, though is to say I've just finished playing the latest in Remedy's catalogue: Alan Wake 2. This game released on the tail end of 2023 and takes place thirteen years after the first. For many, its announcement came as a surprise, although there had been some teasing threads in Remedy's previous game: Control. Despite having no physical copy available, I was still eager to try it out. Alas, with the slew of video games I had to get through, it was not until the end of 2024 that I was able to enjoy my time with the narrative brought about from the creative mind of Mr Sam Lake himself.

Just to shake things up, however, let's start with the gameplay. Why, I hear you ask? Well, there's a lot to unpack with the narrative. Especially with the symbolisms present within. So, you'll forgive me for wanting to discuss it afterwards.

Alan Wake 2 is a third-person shooter that plays like many a horror game: resources are scant and there are jump scares every few minutes to keep one on their tones. Of course, these jump scares are mostly prevalent when tackling overlaps. But what disconcerted me the most was how these were all live-action. Thankfully, though, the game wasn't too terrifying for me. The music cues helped in preparing myself for what might happen next even as it had me looking around every corner as it helped build up the atmosphere.

From a combat perspective, Alan Wake 2 expands on the first game. Yes, you still shine your torch and then shoot the Taken but there are now a myriad of weapons and other tools at your disposal. Saga and Alan are also able to duck away as the enemies take a swing. Yet, I'd have to say the game is also quite a bit harder than the first. Especially when Saga or Alan are overwhelmed by foes. These were few and far between but it was enough that during the Final Draft playthrough, I put the difficulty down instead of making it harder.

The other gameplay aspect of the game I liked was how different Saga and Alan played. While their loadouts are similar, they each have their own respective upgrade and ability system. But what stood out to me was how the different characters had access to a unique menu to assess the information the game presents. Saga used a mind palace and often utilised a case board or profiling to help solve the murders plaguing the town of Bright Falls. Alan, on the other hand, thinks very much like a writer. In his mind, he has a plot board to the side where he can brainstorm the ideas he stumbles upon and change the scenes of the story he's in. Doing so impacts the immediate environment, an important factor allowing Alan to progress through his chapters.

Now here comes the bit where I try to analyse the shit out of the game.

Alan Wake 2 begins with Saga Anderson, an FBI agent, arriving at Cauldron Lake following the discovery of the body of former agent Nightingale. The man had lurched out from the lake and was then murdered by masked cultists. Or so it was believed. Later, at the morgue, Nightingale returns to life and takes out several officers before escaping.

It soon becomes clear something supernatural is happening. Saga soon finds a manuscript page from a new novel: Return. Seeing how the words change the world around her, she puts her faith in the writing and sets out to Cauldron Lake. And like the traditional hero, she follows the plot beats as set out by the story. Along the way she uncovers more of her family history, figures out the true mastermind behind the Cult of the Tree, and tangles with corrupted forms of the local townsfolk. All culminating in a final confrontation with the Dark Presence where the other hero, Alan Wake, pays the ultimate price.

Alan's story sees him trapped in the Dark Place, looking for an escape. The way he does so? By writing. This allows him to project out of the writer's room he is trapped in and navigate a gritty and dark version of New York. There, he tangles first with talk show host: Warlin Door, where it is revealed he has written a sequel to his seminal piece from the first game: Initiation. However, Alan has no memory of ever penning the piece.

Fearing for his mind, he manages to escape out into the streets of New York. His first order of business? Finding a murder site so he can then transport himself back to Parliament Tower where his wife is.

Once he does enter his apartment, he finds another manuscript entitled Return. Another story he does not remember ever writing. Before he can contemplate the piece further, the Dark Presence catches up with him and Alan wakes again in his writer's room.

Thus he returns once more to his story, projecting himself back into the fake New York to find a way out of the Dark Place once and for all. During one such loop through, Alan partakes in a wild and chaotic musical: The Herald of Darkness. But always, the set route he takes follows the same rhyme. Like most writers, Alan is a creature of habit and he follows the rules of three to bring him ever closer to solving the mysteries he no longer remembers.

In the Dark Place, Alan muses, time loops. And while there are slight variations, it inevitably brings him back to the beginning where he must try again.

This, in and of itself, is important when it comes to discussing the themes of the game. I think it obvious that the Dark Place is a stand-in for depression. Of being at rock bottom.

Alan's journey, unlike Saga, is about trying to claw his way out. Of escaping the cycle he finds himself in.

For most people suffering from depression or mental illness, it can often feel like you take one step forward and two steps back. Progress can easily be obscured by backsliding. Especially during crucial moments.

There is no concept of time when you're depressed. Emotions are raw. Memory, too, is unreliable.

Yet, as we all know, the tortured artist is the one who can present to us, the audience, the most exquisite of works. Think Vincent Van Gogh or Sylvia Plath. In the Alan Wake videogames, our tortured artist here is Alan Wake himself. Tormented by his own words and living a tormented life trapped in the Dark Place, how could he not be the quintessential trope we all know and love?

The way the game plays with the use of light and darkness, too, further echoes these themes. In the Final Draft, the presence of Alice helps break Alan out of the spiral he finds himself in and he is able to ascend out.

His characterisation contrasts with Saga. She has a loving family and a support network. When she is trapped in the Dark Place at the end of the game, she shows her resilience by putting the self-doubt and negative self-talk on hold. Instead, she is able to focus on the positives in her life and in the evidence she has around her that proves she is more than what the critical inner-voice would have her believe. Saga, too, quickly realises that it is her own anxiety and fear preventing her from leaving. By tackling it head-on, she is able to find her way to the exit.

Something which Alan struggles with as his only way of finding an escape is to use his art as a means to rationalise the negative emotions he feels.

It is these elements that make Alan Wake 2 stand out as a piece of media. Yes, it has its own absurd Finnish deadpan humour too (especially in the Night Springs DLC) but the primary story being told here is one mans' struggle with mental illness and navigating his way out. Focused solely on his own determined path out, Alan fails to acknowledge the other ways he can escape (as an aside, he does write the Lake House DLC addendum, but it feels like an attempt to use features in Bright Falls to better add to the worldbuilding of the world he has created in Return). Nor does he ponder the factors that brought him to the Dark Place in the first place.

The ending, too, even during the Final Draft also felt open enough for further entries. Especially with Alice's status still unknown. And while Alan does seem to be in a better headspace at the end (like when he was finally freed of the Dark Presence at the end of Chapter Seven of Return), it's anyone's guess if he might still fall back onto old patterns.

Let's just hope it doesn't take Alan another thirteen years to push out the ending he deserves. Perhaps he needs a little of the Brandon Sanderson magic to pull him out of his slump?

On a completely unrelated note, is it me or does Sam Lake seem to be having the time of his life? As both the creative lead and the writer, he sure enjoys inserting himself into his own games. Even playing the role of Alex Casey and doing the 'Max Payne' scrunch face. Not to mention the short film Yoton Yo!

By the way, Mr Sam Lake, it's okay if you want to set the game in Finland. I'd still play it. America is too saturated a setting!

Also, if you want to pursue other artistic forms, I'm also down.

[avengerscompound]

The Interview - Chapter 11

The Interview - A Captain America Fanfic

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Rating:  E

Warnings:  smut (FM, oral sex, vaginal sex)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Melody Danes

Word Count:   3557

Summary:  Melody Danes gets the break of a lifetime when as a lowly intern, she’s assigned to write a profile piece on Captain America.  Steve Rogers is a hard man not to fall for and as she and Melody get closer and Melody’s career takes off, jealousy leads to sabotage, and the potential to bring her whole world crashing down.

Chapter 11

Road trips were a make-or-break test for relationships, right up there with unplanned pregnancies and trips to Ikea.  For Melody and Steve, it had felt like a breeze.  Steve had taken the role of driver and despite being a little fast and loose with the speed limit, he’d stopped at various roadside stores to buy preserves, maple candy, and apple cider donuts.  Halfway there they’d stopped at a tavern for lunch, filling up on burgers, fries, and house-made cider before hitting the road again.  The fall foliage was in full form, and the whole trip was colored in reds, oranges, and golds.

By the time they arrived at the large colonial mansion bed and breakfast, Melody was ready to stretch out, relax, and enjoy her weekend with Steve.  They were shown up to their room in the mansion’s tower and Melody stretched out on the fourposter, bed picking at some leftover donuts, while Steve unpacked.

“So what’s the plan for the weekend,” she asked. “I mean - aside from the romantic setting for our -” she made a circle with her thumb and index finger on one hand and poked her finger in and out of it.

He started laughing as he watched her. “Oh good lord,” he joked.  “Did I make a mistake?”

She laughed with him, falling back on the mattress.  “But seriously?  Are we just going to stay inside all weekend?  Or did you want to go do things?  Antiquing maybe?  Or as you might like to call it - buying era-appropriate items.”

Steve looked at her, trying not to laugh.  “Oh that’s it!” he said and ran over, jumping on top of her and tickling her sides.  She squealed and writhed under him as his fingers moved on her sides.

“Steve!” she squealed.  “Stop!”

His hands slowed and he leaned in, capturing her lips.  What started as frantic and silly tickling, quickly turned into a slow and deep makeout session.  Steve’s hands moved up her sides and she ran one of hers into his hair.  Her body practically vibrated in anticipation under him, like an electrical current ran under her skin.

He pulled back slowly and smiled at her.  “I actually wouldn’t mind going antiquing.  I lost everything from back then and it would be nice to have some things in my house that remind me of my mother, even if they aren’t hers.  But I’d also like to find a drafting table. And I like antique radios.”

“Really?” Melody asked, putting her hands on his chest and guiding him off her so she could sit up.

“Yeah,” he said.  “They’re just - I like how they look.  And I guess they probably remind me of being young and sitting on the fire escape with Bucky listening to the baseball.”

“Then let’s do it,” she said.  “I can’t really afford antiques, but you never know, maybe I’ll find a gem while we’re out.”

He pecked her lips and stood back up.  “It’s fun to just look, and honestly I’m just looking forward to having a slow weekend with you.  I don’t take a lot of time for myself.”

“Mmm… me either,” Melody agreed.  “Though no one works as hard as Bobbi does.  I don’t care who it is.”

“Yeah, Bucky said that it’s hard to lock her down,” Steve said as he went back to unpacking.  He stopped and looked at her, grimacing slightly.  “She does like him, doesn’t she?”

“Oh yeah,” Melody said quickly.  She felt guilty on behalf of her cousin.  Not that Bobbi could help that she was busy or that she was nervous about coming out as trans to a guy she was really into, but Melody knew that Bucky had his own demons and that feeling of being not enough would hit him particularly hard.  “She is super into him.”

She paused.  Now would be the perfect time to bring up the topic with Steve and test the water about whether Bucky would be accepting of the fact that the woman he was seeing was trans.  She missed her chance though, because Steve seemed so relieved that Bobbi was definitely into Bucky he was talking again.

“Phew,” he said, doing an elaborate wipe of his brow.  “He’ll be happy to know that.  I really want them to work out, I’d hate for things to be awkward if we stay together and they break up.  We should go on a double date with them when we get back.  Hey, if you know anyone for Sam, maybe we can go on a triple date.”

Melody laughed.  It was unusual to get to see that kind of rambling relief in Steve.  He was obviously as invested in the whole Bucky and Bobbi situation as Melody was.  “Hmm… I might,” she said, going through the list of names of people she knew in New York that might be well-matched to the Sam Wilson.  “Is he into men? Women? Gender is a construct that serves as no indicator of his attraction to a person?”

Steve raised his eyebrow.  “Ahh… you know what?  I don’t know.  I’ve never known him to date anyone.  I’ll ask.”

“I bet when you ask, he’ll just try and duck the question so he doesn’t get set up with a stranger,” Melody teased.

Steve laughed.  “That’s likely true.” He paused for a moment as he put his jacket on a hanger.  “I liked that about gender being a construct.  I’ve never really thought about it too much before, but I think that’s me.”

“Yeah?” Melody said, raising an eyebrow in surprise.  “Have you ever dated a man or someone off the binary?”

He shook his head.  “No.  But to be fair, I can count how many people I have dated on one hand.”

“I’m the same in case you’re wondering.  And I’ve been out with a spectrum.  People are probably more open to questioning their gender these days than back when you grew up,” she said.

“Yeah, I’d say that’s very true.  I like that that’s the world we live in these days.  It definitely didn’t feel safe to question things back then,” he said.

“Do you think you would have - questioned things if you had the space to?” Melody asked.

He came over and sat down beside her, furrowing his brow.  “I - I don’t think so.  If anything I was always pretty intent on proving that I was a man.  I found it hard not being as masculine as others thought I should be - or even I thought I should be.  I felt more at home in my body after I had the serum.  Like it reflected who I saw myself as.”

She took his hand and played with his fingers, tracing along them with her fingertips.  His hands dwarfed hers and she pressed her palm against his, looking at the difference in size as she thought.  “I have a question - and I’m not sure how to phrase it.”

Steve looked at her with his head tilted.  “Then it might be best not to worry about how it sounds and just say it.”

She took a deep breath.  “Bobbi’s taking things slowly with Bucky.  Partially it’s just because of work.  She is super busy with work.  She works seven days a week, and sometimes she’ll finish one job and go right to the next one.  Partially it’s because of Bucky.  She knows he’s been through hell and she wants to make sure he feels safe with her.”

“That’s really good.  I mean I know he wishes she had more free time, but I’m glad he’s seeing someone who’s letting him figure things out.  This is the first time he’s been interested in anyone since - well…” Steve explained.

She nodded in understanding.  “I get it,” she said.  “There is more though.  And I brought this up because she asked me to.  She might not seem it, but she's vulnerable and a little scared.  The thing is, Bobbi’s trans.  She likes Bucky a lot, but she's had guys show interest in her before and when they've found out, they've gotten violent with her.  I offered to run all this by you.  You know Bucky better than anyone, if he finds this out - is she safe?”

Steve stared at her in shock.  “Wow.  I had no idea,” he said.  “I - uh - I’m sure she's safe.  I couldn't imagine Bucky being so insecure about that, he'd attack someone.  Plus, he does really like her, he wouldn't hurt someone he liked.  If you wanted to know if it was a deal-breaker for him - I wish I could firmly say it wasn't, but I don't know.  That's not something we've ever spoken about.”

“Yeah, sadly we live in a world where you can never know even if people do talk about it,” she agreed.

“I can ask him or gently let him know…”

Melody shook her head emphatically.  “Please don't.  She'll want to do it herself even if he does reject her.  She just wanted to make sure she was safe first.”

“I am sure she'd be safe with him.  I'm sure of it,” he said.

“Thanks, Steve,” she said, kissing his cheek.

He took a deep breath and clapped his hands on his thighs.  “Well, after all that, I think I want to get in the shower and wash the road off me,” he said, standing up.

Melody hooked her finger in his back pocket and tugged on it.  “Want some company?”

He looked surprised at the suggestion, and his eyes flicked from the bathroom door down to Melody. “Sure.  That would be nice.”

She followed him into the bathroom and the two stripped down.  It was the first time they’d seen each other naked, and as the water warmed they took a moment to appreciate each other.  Melody’s eyes slid up and down Steve’s body.  She had always known he was bigger than her but there was something about seeing him naked while she was exposed too, that seemed to highlight just how much bigger than her he was.  His skin was flawless, not a single line or pore marked him.  It was like he was carved from marble and if Melody didn’t know from experience, she would have thought he’d be hard to the touch.  He was muscular in a way that most men needed to be dehydrated to achieve and his body hair was fine and blond.

It was his cock that held her attention.  Even in its flaccid state, it was intimidatingly large.  He was uncut, just like he said, and a thick vein stood out, running right down the shaft.  It was a little intimidating and she worried that when he was hard, he wouldn’t even be able to fit inside her.

“Come on,” Steve said, offering her his hand.  She took it and let him lead her into the warm water. 

He grabbed the washcloth, squeezed shower gel onto it, and began to slowly and tenderly wash down her body.  She relaxed under the warm water, letting herself just enjoy the gentle touch of this perfect man.  He crouched in front of her and ran the cloth down the sides of her legs and up between them.  She shivered slightly, and wetness formed between her legs that had nothing to do with the water that was cascading down over her body.

When he finished, he stood, and she took the cloth from him, washing him as he had just washed her. 

She carefully trailed the washcloth over his body, and as she did, his cock began to harden.  It twitched and jumped as her hands moved closer to it and she looked up at Steve, meeting his gaze.  His normally pale blue eyes were blown out black with lust, and as her fingertips ever so gently teased down his shaft, he gave a small nod.

Taking it as permission, she dropped to her knees and braced her hands on his hips.  He still wasn’t fully hard yet, but up close she was even more intimidated by the size of him.  She flattened her tongue and slowly ran it up the length of his shaft.  He groaned and braced his hands on the shower wall, letting her take complete control.  Her lips stretched wide as she began to suckle on the head, and licked over it, collecting up a drop of precome that had formed on the head.  

“God, look at you,” Steve groaned.

Her eyes flicked up to meet his and she pushed her head down, his cock filling her mouth as she forced him down.  She wanted to take as much of him as possible but it felt like she’d barely even made it down his shaft before the head of his cock seemed to be pressing up against the back of her throat and making her gag.

“Easy, sweetheart,” Steve praised, his eyes still trained on hers.

She didn’t want to go easy. She wanted to test all her limits with him, she kept pushing him down further with each bob of her head.  Drool pooled in her mouth and dripped down her chin as she choked on his cock.  The deeper she took him the louder he moaned, until the sound of it and the wet choked noise of her deep-throating him.  She used her hand to stroke what she couldn’t fit in her mouth, his shaft was so thick her fingers couldn’t even touch when she wrapped her hand around it.

“God, Mel.  ‘M close,” he moaned.

Melody pushed him down deep, cutting off her oxygen, and looked up at him with soft eyes.  He groaned louder and his thigh muscles tightened and with a shudder he came, pulsing in her mouth.  She swallowed everything she gave him, the tart salting fluid filling her mouth.

She slowly pulled off and Steve took a moment to gather himself, his chest heaving as he caught his breath.  When he seemed to recover a little, he helped her to her feet and crouched in front of her.  He nosed at her cunt as she tangled his finger in his hair.  Without warning, he lifted her, putting both her legs on his shoulders, as he stood with his face buried in her folds.  She gasped and leaned back on the shower wall, bracing herself with her hands and gripping the top of the shower to steady herself. Steve lapped and sucked at her pussy, seeming to pay close attention to every shiver and sounds she made.  Each time she moaned he focused on the point that set her off, until he was focused directly on her clit, suckling at it and running his tongue over the top.  She had never felt anything like it.  He seemed to be so intune with her body, that every flick of his tongue sends a current right through her.  That paired with the adrenaline surging through her from being held aloft, was making her feel weak, lightheaded, and like every one of her nerves was lit up.

Heat coiled in her stomach like a snake, and then burst through her, taking hold of her whole body, she cried out and dug her heels into Steve’s shoulders as her orgasm crashed through her.  Steve continued to lick her through it like he was trying to drink her up.  As her body settled, he helped her down again and helped her rinse off. 

He shut off the water and as soon as they each had a towel wrapped around them, Steve lifted her bridal style.

“Steve!” she yelped as he carried her back into the bedroom.

He chuckled and set her on the bed.  “Did you want to stop?”

She shook her head.  “Not on your life.”

His eyes twinkled and he leaned down, his face held just in front of hers. “I thought you would say that,” he said and brought his lips to hers.  She kissed back passionately, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, and trying to pull him down on top of her.

“Just give me a second,” he whispered against her lips.

She let him go and he went and grabbed a condom and lube.  He rolled the rubbed down over his cock, and approached her again, liberally coating his shaft with the thick gel.  Melody watched him closely.  Her eyes were locked on his cock again, and she started to worry about being able to take him again, or him hurting her without meaning to.

He climbed up between her legs and kissed her stomach.  “Just relax,” he soothed as he pushed two fingers inside of her.  He curled them, stroking them over her internal walls, and teasing them over her g-spot.  With the added lubrication on top of how wet she already was, his fingers made a graphic squelch as he moved them inside her and focused on that sweet spot inside her.  Melody had only really just come down from her orgasm, and another was quickly building again, making her legs tremble and her thigh muscles pull tight.

“Oh, god, Steve, please,” she begged.

“Hold it,” he growled.

She looked up at him, startled by the deep growl in the order.  He was watching her closely and he eased a third finger inside her.  He moved them in and out curled them as he corkscrewed his wrist, dragging his knuckles over her g-spot.  She cried out and bucked up under him, her back arching off the bed.

“How does that feel?” he asked, as he spread his fingers, adding a burn to the full feeling of his fingers inside her.

“Fuck, so good, Steve, please,” she begged.

“I’m no bigger than that,” he said, removing his fingers.  “You can relax.  I’m not going to hurt you.”

She was so worked up, that she didn’t even care if it did hurt anymore.  She just wanted to feel him inside her.  She sat up, wrapped her arms around his shoulder, and pulled him down on top of her, kissing his neck as she did.  “Please, Steve.  I need it.”

He took one of her hands and wrapped her fingers around his cock as he lined the head up to her entrance.  “You’re in control,” he said, as he looked into her eyes.  “Guide me in.”

She moaned softly, and her cunt clenched around nothing.  “Okay,” she breathed.

He slowly pushed in, letting her guide him, setting both the pace and depth.  Her eyes fell closed and her head fell back.  There was the burn at her entrance as he stretched her open, but it didn’t feel bad exactly, and he was going so slowly it allowed her to adjust to him.

He reached a spot inside her where there was a sharp sting and she stopped him and pushed him back slightly, easing it off again.  “There?” he asked

She nodded.  “Yes.  No more than that.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he said. “I’ve got you.”

She knew he did.  She trusted him completely.  She knew she was safe with him. Not just here in bed, but everywhere.  He was everything she had ever wanted in a partner.  Her hands went to his jaw and she pulled him down into a kiss as he began to thrust.

He kept alternating the speed of his thrusts, going from a gentle pleasant rhythm where Melody could feel the way his cock moved along the ridges of his cunt, to just pounding into her, so all that she could do was hold on and hope she didn’t break apart.  It was like nothing she had ever experienced before and just when she thought that there was nothing she would ever experience that could ever make her feel this good again, he started to rub her clit.

It sent her tumbling over the edge.  Her orgasm tore through her like wildfire, setting her alight.  She cried out and clung to Steve as her hips bucked up hard under him.  “Oh fuck, Steve,” he mewled as he continued to thrust into her.  “Please.  I want to feel you.”

He pressed his face into her neck as his hips began to stutter.  She tangled her fingers into his hair, holding him there as she felt the pulse of his cock as he neared his release.  With a deep moan, his hips jerked, and he came inside her.

She hummed and held him as his hips slowed.  She felt slightly high and overstimulated.  When Steve finally slipped from her, it was a relief, and yet she felt achingly empty and wanted him inside her again.  He rolled onto his back, and she curled in against him, putting her head on his shoulder and looking up at him.  “Holy hell, Steve,” she sighed.  “That was worth the wait.”

He chuckled. “Thank you,” he said. “I think so too.”

“I know we haven’t eaten yet, but I feel like I need a nap and a cigarette after that, and I’ve never smoked a cigarette in my life.”

He laughed harder and kissed her.  “Let’s just relax for a bit.  There’s time before we have to decide if we go out to eat.”

She hummed and closed her eyes as Steve took off the used condom and tossed it in the trash.  The weekend away was off to the best of starts and she knew she was going to enjoy the rest of it.

// NEXT

[lyramundana]

Hello! Your request of Bang Chan being jealous/controlling is set to be written in August.

But since we are both a lover of soft smut, can I pls request inexperienced reader with Chan? Just something comforting and sweet.

Thank you :)

I'm incredibly, tremendously sorry for the long waiting. I'm the queen of procrastinating and I had zero ideas of how to proceed with this one, but mostly it was procrastinating. I'm not confident on writing soft smut scenes, but I'll try my best here:

Again, sorry for the waiting, and I hope this turned out decently. It's been on my drafts for a long while, but I never found the headspace to finish it:

When you were first starting to get to know Christopher, it was obvious he was experienced in that field, which made you slightly insecure about your own lack of it and it worried you that he might had find you less desirable.

Surprisingly, not only he was very understanding and sweet about it, but he seemed to want you even more.

He gladly took over everything. If you weren't sure, he guided you through it with his gentle voice and safe hands. Needless to say, your first time with him was mindblowing and better than you could've ever imagined. In fact, you enjoyed it so much that you felt yourself growing addicted to it.

You never thought you could grow so needy and horny for a man, and it made you feel a bit embarrassed sometimes, but he made clear how much he loved it.

You come home after an awful day. Everything seemed to go the opposite way of what you wanted, and added to the sexual frustration you are already carrying, you are beyond stressed. Your boyfriend is there, waiting for you to arrive, and as soon as he notices your mood, he hops you in his arms to comfort you.

-Hey, babygirl. What happened? Do I need to beat up someone? -he caressed your hair, kissing your forehead as he spoke in his gentle, loving voice. You felt yourself melt in his arms and the stress slowly leaving you.

-Just a bad day, that's all. I'm so sick of everything. -you murmur with your face buried in his shirt, and you happened to feel his strong pecks right under it.

Your skin feels hotter and it has nothing to do with the weather.

He rubbed your back, soothingly.

-You know what, baby? How about we take a long, warm bath and you try to relax? And maybe you can tell me about your day -he said as he left a kiss on the top of your head.

You stilted in his arms, lookin up with big doe eyes. A bath sounded great indeed...until you realized he intended to take it with you.

You would die.

And that's how minutes later, you found yourself buried in the warm water that reached your shoulders, with Chris' chest against your back and his arms surrounding your torso. Sometimes, his fingers draw circles on your sides and it drove you mad. How long has it been since your last intimate time together, after all? Weeks? A month?

-Try to relax, baby. I can see the steam coming out of your ears -he spoke against your temple. - You've been tense since I hugged you. Is it something I did?

-No, love. It's not about you. - well, partially yes, but it wasn't the main problem. - Its just..it feels like i'm doomed. No matter how hard I try or how much I improve myself, things go the opposite of how I want them to. I know i'm trying my best, but it doesn't feel enough. -you choked halfway through the words and you sniffed back your tears.

Your boyfriend was in silence for a bit. He pulled you closer to him as he noticed the strain in your voice.

-Oh, baby, it's okay. I understand what it's like, i've been there too. -he laid his head on top of yours, sighing. - It's fucking frustrating, I know, but we have to accept that, sometimes, it doesn't matter how hard we work, some stuff are out of our control and there are things we can't prevent. You're human, love, so you have limits. Don't be so harsh on yourself. -he kissed your neck- for what it's worth, you're more than enough in my eyes. You're perfect.

Your heart was melting as he said that, wanting to cry again but this time out of love. You can't know what you did to deserve for this man to devote himself to you, but you hope it lasts forever.

-I missed being with you like this - you muttered, looking up to him to kiss the corner of his mouth. He smiled and then kissed your lips, sucking your lower lip teasingly. You whined. - Don't do this to me, Christopher, or else..

-Or else what? Tell me, babygirl - he said with an annoyingly sexy grin. His hands descended slowly down to your hips, fingers brushing your inner thighs at times.

You gasped, grabbing his hands to stop them.

-Chris, please..

-What was the last time you had an orgasm, sweet thing? -your grip did nothing to him, as he continued tracing lines inside your thighs, now with his lips brushing your neck.

-I..dont't recall. Last month, I think? I don't know! -you cried as he started to drift closer to your core.

-Oh? You haven't been taking care of yourself, you mean? You know I don't like that, babe -he sounded serious now, pinching your skin to make your squeal.

-I know, it's just...-shit, you couldn't believe you were gonna say it. - I can't...only you can make me feel good. I don't know how do it without you!

His motions stopped suddenly and you whined at the loss. Before you could protest, he turned your whole body until you were facing him, sitting directly in his lap. You felt how hard he was and the words died in your throat.

-Fuck, baby, you can't say that shit to me like it's nothing. - he lunged at your neck and bite the skin harshly, making you moan as he left a mark. -You're so good for me. My good girl, who can't even pleasure herself without my help. You need me, don't you?

You struggled to find your voice with the sudden change of events.

-Y-yes -you gasped when his head brushed your clit. - I don't know-fuck-what to do without you.

His expression softened for a moment, right before acquiring a calculating gaze in his eyes.

-I hate it when you neglect yourself, pretty, but I understand you couldn't help it. I fuck you so good your little hand just can't compare, right? - he closed his eyes as he kept grinding your hips against his. -And you've been busy lately, haven't you? Poor baby must been so stressed. -he took your nipple in his mouth, licking and twirling it in his tongue, making you whimper and grip his shoulders. -You deserve a reward

You gulped. Last time he said you ended up cumming five times in a row, shaking in his sheets and under his mercy.

He raised your hips, lowering you slowly down his raging cock. You sighed at the sensation, throwing your head back. You felt so deliciously full. God, you've missed him so much, missed this. He let out a hiss once he was fully inside you, burying his face in your shoulders and nibbling the skin. When he attempted to roll your hips unto his, you whined and stopped him.

-Shit, Chris, give me a second. You're so big. - you wrapped his neck with your arms and laid your forehead against his, letting him feel your heavy breath.

-My size hasn't changed, baby, but maybe your pussy has forgotten about me. -he chuckled, caressing your cheek. - Guess we'll have to fix that.

You clenched around his lenght with those words and he groaned.

-Please, do. -you begged him, hiding your face in his neck out, flustered. -Fuck the stress away, Daddy. Fuck me until I can't think anymore.

He tensed under you. Holy shit, he was a breath away of wrecking you until you were crying out loud, but had to remind himself this was about you, about making you feel better. He closed his eyes forcefully, taking a deep breath to not fall for his instincts.

-Say less, my love. Let Daddy take care of everything, mm? -his vouce sounded deeper now, tender.

He gripped your hips and began to guide you up and down his lenght. It was a slow, steady pace, but it got you moaning in his chest at the so craved friction. His teeth traced your neck softly, leaving purple marks as he pulled your hair to make more room for his mouth. His hands lowered down to your ass cheeks, squeezing them as he thrusted into you.

You began to bounce unconsciously against him, doing your best to keep up with him. You moaned as his hips shifted and found another angle to hit you deeper, making you tremble in his hold. God, he made you feel so good, your eyes growing glassy.

His movements haltered once he heard you sniff.

-Babygirl? What is it? Want to stop? - you panicked and kept grinding against him.

-No! Don't stop, please - tears flowed your vision. You hugged him tightly, sniffing in his neck. - It's just..you don't know know much I missed this. I haven't stopped aching for you since the last time, but I didn't know how to tell without sounding desesperate and I.. - he silenced with your his lips, swallowing your next words. He bit your lower lip gently and pulled a bit before letting you go.

-My pretty, perfect baby, what did I do to deserve you? -he covered your face in kisses as he fastened his thrusts, making you whimper in surprise and pleasure. - You couldn't ever sound desesperate to me. I'll drop anything to give you what you need, so please, don't refrain yourself like that. -he toyed with your nipples again, making you moan loudly. - I'm here for you, princess. It's my job and biggest joy to give you what you want. -he groaned as you clenched around him again. - Now, let's fuck the stres out of you.

You went on like this for a while, with a quick but gentle pace. Your sounds of pleasure filling the room, for whoever happened to hear them. You needed this more than him, this relief and comfort only he could give you. His words encouraged you to just take what you needed.

The knot started to form in your stomach and you still reacted like the first time, eyes wide open and body tense as you took in the incredible sensation. Like he could feel it, his fingers drifted to your clit and began to rub it expertly, helping you chase your high. He felt his own climax come at him violently as he watched the addicting sight of you cumming with a high-pitched scream for him, because of him.

His other hand pulled your face closer by the neck and smashed your lips together, swallowing your beautiful moans as he kept thrusting his hips up roughly. You clenched again and he had to throw his back at the feeling, a deep moan escaping his lips.

-Fuck fuck FUCK! - he pressed his forehead in the conjucture of your neck. You whimpered as you felt his warm seed filling you, and he grabbed your hips with an iron vice grip, moving you to milk out the last drop of his climax - Take it, babygirl, fucking take it.

You rolled your eyes and let yourself fall entirely unto his hold. With a deep breath, he adjusted his position and laid his head back on the bathub wall. He massaged your back and left you occasional kisses on your face, his softening dick tupped inside you, preventing his cum from leaking out.

You basked in the silence for a few minutes, your breathing eventually going back to normal. Your head felt all mushy and your body completely relaxed. Everything was good, the world set itself right back again.

You stood there until the water grew cold, you growing sleepy with his cuddles and him watching you with a soft smile, pure and raw love sparkling in your eyes.

[wizardofvamp]

For your distraction needs, please may I know ✅ + 🎶 + 🤔 + ⛔️ for the fic writing ask game? Thank yeeewww

hellllll yeeeeee ty for the ask @porcelainseashore!

✅ - ohgaaaaawd uh I'm very bad at harvesting my own glimmers but I'm gonna harvest some from notes I've gotten from other folks bc I trust other folks taste over my own any day of the week:

Glimmer from the most recent Sascha fic:

Eroded molars plucked like pomegranate seeds and summarily replaced with brighter pearls.

Idk I really like how this sentence shook out it's info dense while still retaining an easy, readable flow. Also tips its hat on the kitbashing going on without being obvious so it'll be a fun thing to pick up upon a second or third read (I think)! Because I'm one of those annoying people who likes reading/writing things that require several passes to get the full picture.

Glimmer from Limits:

Either post was crafted to mimic the trees they were gored from, the arc of the back panel--branches that tangled and fused at its center. Wildlife roiled behind the broad leaves–[Ana] had spent hours while she was young sprawled out on the bed, tracing her fingertips across every twig-clutching talon and leaf-stem coiling mousetail. Pressing her fingers into the two ragged, unvarnished gashes that tore into the falcon roosted in the top right corner. To this day, she does not know what put those there–Kliment would never tell.

okay cheating this is a full passage not a single line, but I'm particularly proud of this description of Ana and Roman's headboard from the second chapter of Limits so full excerpt be upon ye! And yes the tenses are weird but Memorium can be like that sometimes (says the editor-less writer)

🎶 - I'm hugely reliant on music!! I create playlists for all my projects, and the majority of my music listening habits are more or less informed by whatever I'm writing/drafting on a particular day. All my playlists are in tatters because I'm in the middle of yet another spotify playlist overhaul but here's an ole reliable I recently updated for some Ana/Roman oneshots that will hopefully see the light of day eventually:

🤔 - I got two different answers! One more general and one more fic- specific. So two answers for the price of one! General: I've been writing since literally I was old enough to hold a pencil/sit at a keyboard. So I don't really have an answer outside of "well I also eat and sleep so yeah I write" it's just something I do whether I set out to do it or not. Even if I go years without publishing/posting/producing, I usually have several WIPs floating around for me to peck away at and manage sanity. Fan/Fic: Usually a good setting is enough for me to spin out fic! I don't typically write canon characters unless they become an Intense Blorbo where I feel like I have something to add to the greater blorbo-sphere. Currently I don't really have any of those outside of stray Sascha concept that I've got cooking out back. But yeah if I come across a setting that strikes me, OCs will just start spawning naturally so I write fic to wrangle those OCs.

⛔️ - If I'm writing canon characters for a specific fandom, I try to limit the number of "Big Names" in the piece bc nothing's more annoying that reading a fic tagged with a specific character only for said character to be around for three paragraphs as a contact/side mission. If there's a bit part to be played, give it to nameless rando 172 and if he grows a personality great! I now have a shiny new OC people can get to know! But like if you have a vamp fic and you need a Nos contact maybe give Mr. Tung a break he has enough going on in SoCal he doesn't need to be bothered with breadbasket intel unless he absolutely has to, give that job to a bright-eyed Nos upstart with a cool pet rat named Pichu and let that fun lil gal bounce off the Big Wigs in the fic. Makes the story more accessible to folks who are new to the fandom/lore as well as something new for the old heads if executed with care. Win-win! I hope!