#i just want to pat his head and tell him great things 😔

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cr. one side love

[number1jeonginstan]

Heyyy!!! I just wanted to ask if u could write this very interesting idea of mine. Chan making you roll a dice and what number you roll, is the amount of thrust you take. But you keep calling him daddy and he can't hold back anymore so he starts pounding u like a pup in the heat. NO PRESSURE totally fine if you don't feel comfortable writing this. But just thoughts. Have a nice day/night!💗

A/N: YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND HOW EXCITED I WAS TO WRITE THIS. Like I wanted to write it as soon as I got this, but I got really sick so writing has been on the back burner, but I hope I did your ask justice with my writing. ALSO, my mentions are still open y'all so....

wc: 1.2k (not enough in my opinion 😔)

warnings: 18+ only, minors do not interact, unprotected sex, afab!reader, reader is called slut, daddy kink (obvi), some fluff as well because I love fluff

It was the first day Chan had off in ages. It was the afternoon and you were snuggled up on his bed, laying on top of him, head on his chest watching a movie. “All I’m saying is Andrew Garfield is hot.” You said with a shrug, eating another piece of popcorn. Chan was above you rolling his eyes. 

“You think everyone is hot,” he said stealing a sip of your drink. You lift your head from his chest looking up at him, “You can’t possibly deny it, look at him.” 

“I never thought you had a thing for skinny white guys, maybe I should stop going to the gym?” before he could tease you even more you quickly shouted out a “No!” 

“If you stop going to the gym, it better be for yourself, you know I love you no matter what,” you said giving him a big hug. He kissed your forehead as you both fell back into a comfortable silence.

An hour had passed and you both finally finished the movie. You got up from the bed, stretching your body since you were both lying down on the bed. Chan was still on the bed, stretched out like a starfish. “What should we do next? Do you want to play a board game?” you asked trying to put all the dishes you guys ate from earlier away. 

“Yeah we can do that, I think it would be fun,” you said whilst pulling out Monopoly from the stack of board games you both had accumulated over the last two years of Friday game nights with the rest of the members. 

“If you get park place again, I will never talk to you again.” 

“Chan stop being such a baby,” you said while rolling your eyes. “You love it though,” he said whilst pouting, placing a kiss on your cheek. 

You both finally got into the groove of playing the game, giggling at each other throughout it. “Hey! You are cheating, you can’t steal money from the bank.” Chan said swatting your hand away from the pile of money lying on his bed. “Oh come on,” you groaned, “I purposely gave you Park Place this time.”

“What! I won that place fair and square.” he looked at you with a confused face. “You keep telling yourself that Channie,” you said patting his cheek. 

“Oh, you wanna play that game?” he said while dragging you on top of his lap messing up the game along the way. “I was about to win” you whined. “Were you, were you really?” he said while kissing your lips. 

“Yes!” you said while kissing him back. “If you want to play a game, I have a great one for us to play,” he said with his signature smirk. “Mhm, and what would that be?” 

“We still have this die,” he said while rolling it in his hands, “let’s have some fun with it.”

“What do you have in mind” you asked looking up to him, still on his lap. “Why don’t we play a game? You roll the dice two times, and I multiply whatever it is.”

“Okay?” you asked a bit confused. “Sweetheart, you didn’t let me finish. Whatever that number is, is the number of times I’ll thrust into you.”  He said with a coy smile, “Don’t you think that will be fun baby?” 

You hesitantly agreed, thinking that, with luck by your side, you would roll all 5’s and 6’s, but you were so wrong. 

“Please Channie, I just need you to fuck me” you pleaded. You were underneath him, his cock rutting in and out of you to whatever you rolled the dice to. “Please, I need you in me,” you whined. 

“But I’m already in you unless you want me to stop?” he said while slowly slipping out of you. “Wait!” you stopped him and he stilled in you. You quickly rolled the dice twice, not wanting him to stop. “You rolled three twice, so that means 9 thrusts doesn’t it? Should we make the best of it sweetheart?” he said whilst rubbing your clit. 

You just nodded, wanting to feel him inside of you. He slowly thrust inside of you, wanting you to feel every inch of his cock, every vein as your pussy clenched around him. “You are such a good girl, taking my cock so well.”

His words made you clench around him, moaning at the way he was hitting so deep inside of you. You could cum with just his cock inside of you, the stretch being so big that he had to always prep you so well, just to take it. But him fucking you so sensually and slowly was getting you nowhere. 

“I need more” you moaned, feeling him particularly deep inside of you. “Awe, is my cock not enough? Do you need to get fucked like a slut? I don’t think I can do that baby, you gotta take it like a good girl. Maybe roll higher next time and I can fuck you faster.” 

It was torture and he knew it, you were squirming underneath him. “Roll again,” he said while kissing your forehead and you did “6 and 6 this time sweetheart, guess I’m going a bit faster.” 

He began pounding into you and you couldn’t control yourself “Fuck daddy, it feels so good.” You didn’t mean to say that, you had never called him daddy before and you had no idea how he would react, before you could even apologize, he began pounding into you.

“Fuck baby, you like that? Do you need daddy to fuck you til you forget your own name?” you just moaned, he was fucking you so good your tongue was loling out to the side. “Come on baby, answer daddy. Do you like my cock fucking into you like the little slut you are?” 

“Yes daddy, so good daddy, I’m gonna cum” you said as he began circling your clit simultaneously. You couldn’t control yourself, he was pounding into you so well 

“Fuck baby, be a good girl and cum for me, cum on daddy’s cock okay. You can do that for daddy right baby?” you just nodded, your walls squeezing him tighter as he started thrusting inside of you harder. “Will be a good girl for daddy, gonna cum on his cock” you hiccuped as you finally felt that strand in your stomach snap. 

You were cumming all over his cock as he continued to rut inside of you. “Where do you want me to cum baby? Where do you want daddy to cum?” 

“Inside of me please” you whimpered and he started pounding into you. “Fuck want daddy’s cum don’t you baby? Want daddy to fill you up.” 

“Fuck” he groaned as he stilled inside of you painting your walls with his hot cum. He laid next to you, still inside. “Where did the daddy come from baby?” he asked kissing your forehead. “I have no idea, but I’m glad I did because I think that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had,” you said with a giggle.

[hyperactively-me]

Ok, for King!Ghost, how ab Graves as a hunting dog handler who the reader happens to run into one day while at the stables with Soap, and his gaze lingers a little too long 🫣. Soap, being Soap, tells Ghost ab the encounter and he threatens Graves that if he ever talks to his queen again, bad things are coming his way. Sorry if this is a terrible idea, I just have King!Ghost brain rot 😔😵‍💫

omggg great idea for some drama! coming right up!!

warnings: non-con touching (only area of unwanted touch is on princess's hand)

It was a warm, sunny day outside. Spring was such a lovely season here in Kastron. As you entered the stables, the earthy scent of hay and gentle sounds of horses greeted you. You approach your mare, waiting patiently in her stall. She always brought you comfort, a welcome break from your responsibilities in the palace. 

“Hi, baby,” you smile at her. She nuzzles you affectionately, her snout pushing into your hand. You begin to brush her mane, each stroke calming you down from a hectic week.

Just as you were about to saddle your mare for a stroll, a familiar voice broke your reverie. 

“Your majesty! Well, if it isn’t the fairest queen in the land.”

You turn to find the grinning face of Sir Soap, a pleasant surprise for your day. He bows dramatically yet again, making you giggle lightly. 

"Johnny," you greet him with a warm smile, "what brings you to the stables today?"

"Ah, Your Majesty," Johnny replied with a glint in his eye, “I thought I'd pay a visit to my trusty steed.”

“Didn’t you say when we first met that we should go riding sometime?” 

“Ah, yes, I think I suggested the idea!” 

“Well, I was just about to go for a ride, would you want to accompany me?” you ask with a friendly smile. 

Before Johnny could respond, a tall and sturdy figure approached the two of you. He was scruffy looking, yet his physique was lean and athletic. He had a beautiful yet intimidating dog on a leash in his hand. It was the kingdom's hunting dog handler, Graves, renowned for his expertise in training the finest hunting dogs in the kingdom. 

He bowed deeply. "Your majesty, it’s an honor to finally meet you" he said, "I couldn't help but overhear your conversation with Sir Soap. I want to introduce myself.” 

He takes your hand in his, squeezing it with a firm hand, but not tight enough to hurt you. He leans down, bringing the back of your hand up to his mouth to press a kiss to it, and you swear you feel the tiniest tip of his tongue over your skin.

You immediately shudder, wanting him to let go of your hand. You yank your hand from his grip, laughing awkwardly as Soap eyes your reaction, unbeknownst to you. Soap steps closer to you, hand resting on the hilt of his sword for Graves to see.  

“I’m Graves. Phillip Graves. I’m the one responsible for handling the hunting dogs for the palace,” he explains, motioning to the dog on the leash.

“May I pet it?” you question, admiring the dog. 

“Only briefly, your majesty. They must be kept disciplined.”

You paused for a moment, then gracefully lowered yourself to your knees, extending a hand to gently pat the dog on the head. Unbeknownst to you, Graves's gaze lingered on you a bit too long, his eyes roaming your figure without restraint. After a moment, you rose to your feet, giving the dog one final scratch under the chin. Graves reached down and offered his hand to help you stand, but he held it just a bit too long, causing you to clear your throat awkwardly, silently signaling him to release your hand. He complies, straightening his posture.

"Forgive me if I was impolite. This is my friend, Sir Soap."

“Oh, I’m well aware of who this is,” he snarks, rolling his eyes at Soap. “No need for an introduction, your majesty.” 

Soap remained silent, but his grip on his sword hilt tightened, and a frown creased his features. After a lingering look at Soap, Graves turned his attention back to you, his gaze making you feel vulnerable as it roved over your form.

“Well, I must be on my way, my lady. If you ever require assistance, please do not hesitate to call upon me.”

Your mouth flounders, unsure of how to respond. The way he says “assistance” makes your insides turn. 

“Good afternoon,” he smirks at you, turning on his heel to walk away with the hunting dog in tow. 

. . .

“Yeah, I’m telling you, the way he was eyeing her like she was a piece of meat…” Soap trails off, anger seeping from his voice. 

“Downright disrespectful,” he spits, clenching and unclenching his fists as he paces the room in front of Ghost. 

Ghost's mind churned with a mixture of anger and concern as he absorbed Soap's words. The image of Graves disrespecting you with his lecherous gaze filled him with a burning desire to rip him limb from limb. But he wouldn’t. 

Ghost cleared his throat, looking at Soap pointedly. “I’ll be dealing with Graves soon enough.” 

“Ay, you should. Otherwise, I would be doing it myself. Jus’ thought to tell you, being her husband ‘n all,” Soap explains. 

“Thank you for informing me, Johnny. That’ll be all.” 

. . .

That night, you slipped into bed with a sigh of relief, your body sinking into the silky sheets. 

You let Simon pull you into him, his hand cradling the back of your head with a certain firmness. 

“Is something wrong?” you ask, hands moving up to wrap around his torso. 

He tenses for a moment, his jaw ticking.

“It’s nothing, love, go to sleep,” he whispers, pressing the small of your back into him. 

You cuddle into him, ignoring the anger rolling off of him in waves. You already know what it's about, you’re just too exhausted to deal with it.

You’ll let him deal with the issue. After all, he is your doting, protective husband. 

. . . 

A single, harsh knock resonates in the study. 

“Please, come in,” Ghost says, rifling through stray papers strewn across his desk.

Graves takes a few steps into the room, standing before Ghost’s desk. 

He takes a quick bow, muttering a hurried “Your majesty” as he bows.

“How may I assist you today?” Graves questions, standing firm.

Ghost leans forward on his desk, hands folded in front of him.

“Don’t speak to the queen again,” he says simply, a sharp edge in his voice.

“Your majesty, I have no idea what you are talking about—”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” Ghost says, pushing himself up from his seat. 

He strides to the other side of his desk, standing in front of Graves menacingly. The tension in the room grew palpable as Ghost’s imposing presence loomed over Graves. His stern expression and unwavering demeanor sent a clear message: there would be no room for evasion or deception.

Graves shifted uncomfortably under Ghost’s unyielding gaze. His voice wavered ever so slightly as he responded.

“Your majesty, I assure you. I have always acted with the utmost respect towards the queen—” 

“Do not test my patience.” Ghost’s piercing eyes bore into Graves, and he lowered his voice to a dangerous whisper. “I heard the way you looked at her. The way you treated her in the stables. It will not be tolerated.

Graves swallowed thickly. He had never encountered Ghost in such a formidable state, and the weight of the situation pressed upon him. “Your majesty, I meant no disrespect. I...I simply admired the queen's beauty.”

Ghost leaned even closer, his voice a low growl. “Admiration is one thing, but your actions were far from innocent. If you dare to approach her, touch her, speak to her, or even glance at her again, you will face consequences that you cannot even imagine. I’m protecting her honor. Protecting her.”

Graves nodded quickly, swallowing the lump in his throat. “I understand, your majesty. I apologize if I gave you any reason to doubt me.” 

Ghost straightened up, his expression unrelenting, his seriousness remaining. “Consider this your final warning, Graves. Do not forget the position you now find yourself in. You have been granted a second chance. Do not squander it.”

With that, Ghost returned to his desk and continued to sift through the scattered papers, leaving Graves to exit the room with a sense of anger and fear instilled in him.

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(masterlist)

[cerise-on-top]

pookie 🥹🥹🥹

your writing 🥹🥹

is so 💗💖💝💕💞💓

I love it so much 😔

could I get gaz hcs with a reader who pretyy insecure around how they look around him?? Constantly fixing their appearance and overall just wanting to look their best for him 😢

FEEL FREE NOT TO ITS PERFECTLY IFNE ☺️☺️☺️☺️

Shrimp, thank you so much for your kind words, it's incredible to hear such praise from a writer as great as you 🥹 And of course you can, you can get just about anything if you ask for it!! I was so happy when I read your request today! Was really looking forward to writing it! I'm sorry if I went a bit overboard with those HCs, I just love Gaz so dearly I couldn't help myself, I needed to get this out of my system, every single thought needed to be put to paper for Gaz because he is among my favorites! Need a man like him to buy me ice cream!! Either way, thank you for your request, sorry for rambling, and I hope these are alright!

Gaz with an Insecure!S/O

It would start out with something small: Straightening your shirt and pulling it down when your stomach was showing, patting down your hair to make sure stray strands wouldn’t ruin your looks, maybe even putting a hand before your mouth whenever you were smiling. Sure, Gaz noticed that, but at the time he thought those were just small quirks of yours, nothing to worry about. Some small mannerisms that ultimately won’t mean too much. But what was once you fixing your appearance just a little bit, turned into something much bigger. Sucking in your stomach until it pained you to do so, keeping your back straight until it felt like you were about to topple over, bearing a faux smile even as your muscles begged you to stop. Although Gaz will have asked you a few times to relax by then, his gut feeling telling him that something might be up, it was, ultimately, no use.

If you’re on the chubbier side and you decided to lose weight for him in the only way you knew how, by starving yourself, if you put on layers upon layers of make-up, effectively suffocating your skin underneath, never taking it off, or maybe you think you’re not strong enough for him and thus you’d hit the gym, taking on weights that are far beyond what you should lift, then Gaz will try to intervene immediately. At first he’ll be gentle about it, telling you that you’re perfect as you are, give you a tender and loving kiss along with it, hoping it would help. You’re so beautiful, you’re so soft inside and out, letting him rest his weary head on your stomach, you’re so gorgeous when you leave the shower, body still damp without without the only thing that would make you, as you always thought, pretty, you’re so strong, easily capable of lifting him or the heavy grocery bags with no problem. But whatever you do, don’t overdo it, please. He’ll assure you how much he loves you, how drop dead gorgeous and perfect you are in every way, more often than he used to, but the dreadful feeling that it won’t be enough still lingers.

If you’re okay with it, he’s more than happy to hug you just a bit longer, give you just a few more kisses, praise your looks just a few times more per day. As soon as your behavior turns destructive, though, that’s when he’ll pull you aside and have a heartfelt talk with you. Although he hates making something that clearly bothers you this much about him, he will tell you that it breaks his heart how you’re destroying yourself just so you could appeal to him physically. He fell in love with you not only for your looks, he fell in love with you because of your personality as well. No one could ever make his heart flutter the way you could, no one’s presence could ever soothe and excite him at the same time as yours. Regardless of what you look like, you appeal to him. To him it doesn’t matter if you’re tiny or twice his size, thin or thick, muscular or frail. Marilyn Monroe could show up at his doorstep and he’d shove her aside just so he could spend just a few more seconds with you. Gaz is usually a gentleman when it comes to you, but please don’t be too upset with him when he’s being a bit more stern than usual. He tries his best to be kind and caring, but under extreme circumstances he might be a bit more forceful on accident. He doesn’t mean any harm by it, really, but he’s just that worried about you. You’re the last person he wants to lose. Although something he wants even less is for you to lose yourself. It’s flattering you’d be willing to change yourself for him, if it’s something that would make you a happier person, then he’ll do what he can to support you, but in this case he’ll try to get you to stop.

He knows it takes time to be content with yourself, especially if you think your value lies in the validation of someone else, but he’s patient. You need to vent about your insecurities? He’ll listen to you before making sure to tear down each and every single one of your bad thoughts. Your hair is tousled? This guy will start taking a bag with him, filled with all kinds of goodies to help you. And that includes a hairbrush. He can and will brush your hair, gently taking it in his hands, combing out any and all knots. Sucking in your stomach? He’ll get you to stop. If telling you so verbally works, he’ll settle for that. Otherwise he’ll try to get you all relaxed, making you forget about it. However, he might playfight with you as well if you’re up for it so you have something else to focus on. Point is: Whatever it is you need, he’ll do it. Communicate it with him, he’s willing to try out many things. You didn’t like it when he did this, but it felt great when he did that? There’s really no shame in telling him what you prefer, quite the opposite, he’s happy when you do it. That way he knows what works and what doesn’t. And if you’re ever at a point where you can simply walk up to him and ask him to tell you how pretty you look in that new sweater, how strong you are for lifting that crate, how you just wanna be told that you’re so gorgeous and or handsome today, he’ll do it without any judgment. Granted, you likely don’t need to ask him to do so, he’ll do anything he can to hype you up, but the option is there.

Gaz will, simply put, do whatever it takes to make you realize that you’re the most aesthetically pleasing person on the planet. It’s nice to know someone else thinks you’re pretty, but it’s more effective to know such a thing yourself. As long as he can help you reach that goal he’s happy with himself. He looks forward to those days where you walk up to him and tell him how a peacock is jealous whenever you walk by. He’ll build up your confidence and watch it prosper with your own care over time.

[mouthfullofmunson]

More modern camboy thoughts 😔

Sigh

He’s such a “kitten” “sweetheart” “honey” “baby” “bunny” ass boyfriend and I’ll never get over it

I just started writing the fic plz stop this madness

But y/n sitting and waiting for him to be done with his cam in his living room and once he comes out a little sweaty in just his boxers she’s all pouty

And he kisses her head, moving along to the kitchen for a bottle of water “what’s the frown for?”

“You took too long and I missed you so much :(“

And she’s definitely a clingy girlfriend

Which she’s kind of insecure about because she doesn’t want to suffocate him, especially since they live right next to each other and sometimes she goes over there uninvited but that’s just because she misses him so much

And he never seems to mind

“You always seem to miss so much but I’m right here. I’ll always be right next door, baby”

And he’s so gentle with her ☹️ his thumb rubbing over her cheek while he places little kisses on her lips

“Do you want to come back in the room with me? I know you didn’t want to set out here and I didn’t think it would take that long. I’m sorry for leaving you out here for so long, baby.”

And he leads her back to his room and they lay in his bed, kissing until Eddie finally addressed the wet patch on her cute little panties he starts kissing down her body until he gets to the wet patch and he gives her a soft kiss there before pulling her panties down

“How are you already so wet, honey? I’ve hardly even touched you.”

“I’m sorry, Eddie. You know your kisses get me worked up”

He smiles wide at her “I know, baby. Never apologize.”

And he gives her the orgasm of a lifetime with just his mouth

And after he inches back up the bed and lays down next to her

“Jesus Eddie how do you do that?”

He just laughs and kisses her head

And she gets soooo shy anytime he kisses her, or calls her a cute pet name, and omg she can hardly make eye contact with him when he tells her that he loves her

And anytime it happens he can’t help but squeeze her in a big hug

“Come on, my dick was just inside of you and now you can’t even look at me when I kiss you on the cheek?”

Giving her the biggest hug and kissing over her cheeks after she looks away bashfully and mumbles “I love you too”

“You’re so cute, c’mon look me in the eye already”

“I promise I don’t bite, baby. No reason not to show me those pretty eyes”

AHHH I NEED HIM 😔

And he’s so eager to show her off to his friends because she’s the cutest, sweetest little thing and he knows that her and all of his little would get along great even if they are grumpy 17ish year olds (bc if they were 14/15 when Eddie was twenty they would be around 17 when Eddie is 23 and camboy Eddie is 23 so yk)

And they all get along until the boys start to hit on y/n, and even tho they are just young boys he still has to lay down the law and make sure they know y/n is all his

STOP BC CAMBOY EDDIE IS SOOO SOFT FOR HER LIKE UGH

He’s so the “have you drank water today, baby?” “When was the last time you ate anything, kitten? I can basically hear your stomach rumbling. You know you need to eat.” Boyfriend

LIKE UGH

And if she ever says anything bad about herself at all

He’s there to give her a smile and all the reassuring compliments and hugs and kisses that she needs

But he’s also stern with her

“Don’t talk to yourself like that. You wouldn’t talk to me like that so don’t treat yourself so poorly, sweetheart”

“Okay, now say five kind things about yourself”

And they are both so shamelessly head over heels

Always holding hands, always cuddling, always kissing, always talking about each other, when she’s about to sit down he just pats his lap for her to sit down even if there is a seat open for her 😔

Like y/n’s parent(s) are obsessed with him and Wayne absolutely loves y/n

So it really is such a perfect fit

Ugh and sometimes he will sneak into her apartment when they spent the night apart so he can come cuddle her in bed if he can’t sleep

And when he accidentally scares the shit out of her and wakes her up in a panic he softly laughs while pulling her into his chest and kissing her head “it’s just me, baby. It’s just Eddie, you’re fine. Remember you gave me a spare key?”

And she gets all whiny before he wraps her in his arms all tight and kisses her head and plays with her hair until she’s back to sleep

Which it only takes a few minutes and she’s out like a light

Okay those are kind of all the thoughts I have for him right now

Let me know if you have any

:)

[literaphobe]

hmmm is there any specific analysis of tvl youve been dying to share but havent been asked about yet?

ok. there’s a lot. but some I don’t want to do right now for SPOILERY REASONS. some of them are as follows:

- the fundamental misunderstanding that passively occurred between tvl ladynoir for most of tvl

- the way tvl chat noir ‘tests’ ladybug throughout the story and why he does what he does and why he behaves in seemingly ‘bizarre’ ways

- a lot of the others r um. I can’t even share the topic regarding it bc you guys haven’t gotten to whatever chapter it’s linked to yet (feel free to ask any questions tho! be it now or after future chapters. that’s usually what awakens the intense TED talks I give about tvl to myself in my head)

right now tho? I want to pick apart tvl adrien being an actor and why that is and why that’s sad and how it came to be

-> like with many parts of tvl! adrien being an actor is sort of thrust upon readers. it’s a story that places a Huge gap between canon and the tvl timeline, and some details can be inferred, but loads of stuff aren’t things a reader can know for sure

-> also, due to the set up of the story, most of the tiny teased bits of info regarding tvl Adrien’s life leading up to and At 23, is largely fed to readers by tvl marinette, and not tvl adrichat himself, despite most of the story being his pov. but the scenes he is allotted are largely those where he Interacts with ladybug, and when he is with her, he doesn’t think of much else, unless it’s specifically relevant (like the love marks conundrum)

-> he just doesn’t unpack his past in his thoughts very much. however much it pains him. because it’s not something he’d prefer to unpack is how ladybug is making him feel and how he feels about her bc she’s Right There and she has this Hold on his heart that he can’t help but fixate over

-> but what you can tell is that he doesn’t really want to be doing his job… rather he sees it as a means to an end. and also an inevitability in a sense 😔 very. You Can Take The Man Outta The City Not The City Out The Man core. it’s. the ones who abuse us can leave but the effects of that abuse aren’t as easy to shake. it’s also. sometimes we wind up doing what we ran away from but we pat ourselves on the back saying it’s different bc we chose it, or it’s not the same because we wound up in a hole two steps away from what we were originally doing and that’s a different hole so it’s okay maybe!. its. was this too hard to break away from? or was it just too easy to go back to because its all we were ever taught?

-> because imagine ur tvl adrien in uni and your friends have always had passions for things that are vaguely related to industries that you suffered in as a kid. your best friend wants to be a dj but he also loves directing and talks so passionately about his favorite films and DREAMS of making One Of The Greats one day. his gf who is also one of your best friends is into journalism and your ex gf who is also one of your best friends loves designing and fashion. and you used to be a model but don’t want to be a model anymore. u make some small movies to help your best friend with his projects for film classes. they’re so fun! you love how it brings you and your friends together. your ex who you never really got over helps make costumes, shyly puts makeup on you, your best friend’s gf promotes it on her massively successful blog. the public mostly cares about it because you were in it and you’re the kind of famous that doesn’t ever go away. you WISH it would go away. but then you try to see the bright side of it. your best friend is so happy people like his short film. he gets an A for the class. you accidentally get another friend even MORE heavily considered for the job she’s been talking about non stop all week because you mentioned knowing her. you get pressured into doing a film because they say they’ll give your best friend an important role on the crew. little by little it all builds up and this is just your career now

-> but you find little ways to take control. you realize you get to decide who works with you and for you and you see your Good Best Friend Ex who just started complaining about how little the internship she’s doing pays. you think you could take away her pain so easily. and it makes it all less painful for you. it’s such an even trade. but then your Partner Against Magic Crime starts taking up more of your time and you realize you WANT all the time that you can get, and having Something To Do In The Day becomes an absolute chore again, and maybe you don’t care how happy it could make the public and how Excited your fans will be

-> this manifests in all the little asides you see in tvl where he Suggests quitting his job all the time and Thinks about it a lot

-> At the same time. who doesn’t wanna quit their job. he’s just a little guy. surely he’s worked enough for several lifetimes

[ashdreams2023]

love love loveeee all the snape x sibling fics.

Would it be okay to ask for more? Like overprotective Snape spying on reader's date who may or may not be Lucius orrrr Reader having had enough of the Marauders pranks on Sevy and confronts them only to be their next target and Snape be like " You can torment me all you like, but leave my sister/brother/sibling out of it." And starts fighting back since the Marauders thought it would be funny to torment his sibling

I genuinely love both ideas 😔 ugh I hate to pick But I’ll take the second idea

Cross the line

It was only the start of the term and your brother is already in the hospital wing dealing with potion burns on his arms.

And of course those idiots who call themselves the marauders got away with it because obviously accidents happen in potions.

"Accidents my ass, you’re the top of your year this is getting ridiculous and annoying"

Severus sighed while laying in the hospital bed "let it go, it’s my battle to fight not yours" you stayed silent but that didn’t mean you wouldn’t do anything to defend him.

After the nurse asked you leave for class you marched straight towards the great hall, those four always were late so you were bound to find them there.

Loud and behold you were right, James potter and his gang were laughing about something on the gryffindor table with a couple of older students.

You stomped up to the table and pointed your finger at James, he stopped laughing then quirked an eyebrow at you, it was unlike you to come directly to them and settled for just glaring at the bunch whenever you saw them.

"Don’t you have a fucking life?! Tormenting an innocent person just because they have different views than yours!"

Sirius snorted but patted James on the back, Remus looked like he wanted to leave and peter just looked at James waiting for him to do something.

James smirked "he’s such a coward that he’s sending his sibling to fight instead of him" he stood up "or what? Do you feel left out? Well don’t upset your little head because starting now it will a sibling bond to get you both hexed"

"James!" Remus screamed but was late to stop James from sending a hex your way, you were just lucky you were fast.

Severus was held in the hospital for a day and half, it concerned him that you didn’t visit him again after that one time but he didn’t want to give himself a headache, you obviously had friends and classes to follow, but the blow in the face was when lily came to him, lily who had stopped talking to him completely because of what he called her earlier that year.

"Lily I-"

"No. I’m here to tell you that things are getting out of hand with your sibling and I can’t do much to stop it." Severus grabbed his robe immediately and ran throw the halls, black hair flying in the hair and fists clenched. He’s never been more angry in his miserable life.

He found you and them near the kitchen, it was Sirius and James, the two who liked attacking without reason. His saw red when he noticed your cheeks has been slashed and your clothes were drench in something he could only make to be tomato juice.

"Potter" severus growled.

"Look who fin-" James’s hands flew to his mouth, his lips sewed together and closed, his panicked eyes looked up at severus who was just starting, he threw a disarming spell at Sirius before he could do anything then throw a sitting charm on him making him stuck to the wall behind him.

James was rubbish with wordless wand work and fighting him would be like going against a first year.

You gapped your wand from the ground and stood up, mouth wide open in disbelief, severus was fair, he didn’t attack a disarmed person but it was clear he was beyond that now.

They had crossed the line.

"Snivellus you bloody gi-NOO STOP IT YOU SNAKE!" Sirius screamed, the tips of his hair tips were burning like paper before his eyes.

James pointed his wand at severus sending a weak wordless charm to make the floor slippery, it was childish and severus wasn’t in any mood to deal with this level of immature.

Severus blocked it then hexed James’s legs to stick together making him fall down.

The black wand pressed it’s tip against James’s nose, severus sneered "you can torment my work, make fun of my clothes, hex me and try beating me up as much as you want but my sibling is a line you don’t cross, and if I see you remotely looking at my family funny I will make sure it would be both of our last day on this school. Do you understand?"

James narrowed his eyes, clearly not satisfied with the turn of events. Severus huffed then wordlessly stopped the burning charm on Sirius and muttered one last curse.

"Furnunculus" he hissed.

James didn’t understand what’s happening until his skin started to tingle and pimples spread around his skin like crazy.

Severus sighed, ignoring Sirius’s screams and curses at him. He went to you and smacked the back of your head.

"Ow!"

"You deserve it! I told you it was my fight and not yours, you never listen do you?!"

He scold you all the way to the hospital wing, briefly mentioning the two in the hall.

"Sev?"

"What?"

"Thank you."

[everyonewooeverywhere]

pookie I dunno anything about riize but I'd love for you to show me their pictures and ramble about your fave <3

hehehe ok~~~

this should go w/o saying, but i am ot7 all the way. so you know...fuck sm actually

anyway~

this shit is kinda long...sorry not sorry

picking a fave is really really hard for me soooo...i'm just gonna talk about all of them if ya don't mind 😀 (i am wonbin & anton biased though...i think)

so, talent-wise, i've been a pretty big fan of shotaro for a while. he is such a phenomenal dancer. like his rhythm and body control is fucking insane.

here are some must watches of him dancing : 1 | 2 | 3

other than his talent, i love listening to him talk 🫠 he's pretty soft-spoken and his little giggle? 😔 i love him

eunseok is a cheeky bitch, and i love him for it. he gives the energy that he would relentlessly make fun of his partner. it's like his love language.

also his cheekbones??? higher that god fr

i've always wanted to just pat sungchan on the head. like *pat pat* you know? granted dude is tall as fuck so he'd have to crouch down so i could give him a good pat, but i feel like he'd be willing.

i also randomly think about his verse in "90's love" like once a month ✌️

one thing i love about wonbin is that he will always serve cunt. genuinely, the face card goes so fucking hard i cannot.

personally, this little "mysterious pretty boy" persona sm has got him doing cracks me up because boo just wants to be silly 24/7. and he is. go watch a couple episodes of "we riize" and i promise you will understand.

SPEAKING OF FACE CARDS. good god 🫠

genuinely fuck sm for depriving us of seunghan. this man is actually so stunning that i can't breathe.

other than just a pretty face though i could genuinely fall asleep to the sound of him just talking. his deep raspy voice is the kinda shit that actually makes me melt.

also is just a silly guy. baby come home i miss you 🥺

sohee gives major toddler energy. like not in the sense that he's immature, but he is like riize's child. they love him. i love him. we all love him.

i honestly do feel like in another universe him and i would be great friends though. idk he just gives me that vibe.

fun fact about me....the closer an idol i like gets to my age the more delusional i get because like, would i go for a 25+ yo man rn?? fuck no. but someone less than a year older than me?? of course 😌 (i have a whole "subunit" of idols that fit into this don't worry. ask me about sometime i'd love to spill)

anyway, that rant aside, i fucking love anton (for many more reasons than us being close in age 💀). he is genuinely so fucking hilarious (source: riize tiktok captions). i'm in love with his energy. we would definitely vibe well together i can just tell.

he's also so college!bf coded (ofc he is he's literally 20 💀). BUT i'm currently hunting my campus for my anton lee dupe.

[birbfeeder2artisticboogaloo]

TWO TOWERS THOUGHTS!!!!

there are more of these bc the two towers is probably my favourite of the trilogy, despite the distinct LACK of boromir 😔

BUT i did notice a few things that baby birb totally ignored or forgot about!!! find out what they are........below 😈

one of baby birb's fav shots of aragorn was when he's lying across a rock tracking merry and pippin bc it reminded me of that one episode spongebob squarepants where the lads end up riding a rock to the customer's house 🤣 'it's not a boulder, it's a rock! a big, beautiful ROCK!!' lmao

baby birb ALSO loved all the shots of everyone running. as a smol individual, i had to run EVERYWHERE to keep up with the Tall Folk 😒 sure it was nice seeing THOSE feckers sprinting for a change!!

am still very confused about why anyone listened to grima what's his name, ur man's half the way to gollum u know 👀

tangential to the running scenes: i love aragorn's doofy run where he's flinging his one arm about like a silly. reminds me of my OWN unhinged run 🤣 (it is possible that these films are more deeply imprinted upon me than i thought 😅)

'LOOKS LIKE MEAT'S BACK ON THE MENU, BOYS!!!'

legolas's FACE every time he has an emotion. delightful

knowing that viggo mortensen broke his toe made me laugh at the helmet kicking scene tbh, i know it's meant to be poignant but that EXTREMELY REALISTIC scream of pain got me going like 🤣

shout out to treebeard holding merry and pippin in his tree hands. i kept thinking 'what if he just. smashes them together like barbie dolls 🤣'

ORCSES. HOBBITSES. i actually love gollum-smeagol, he's too pathetic for me to hate. HE'S LITERALLY SAT THERE SINGING HIS LIL SONG AND EATING A RAW FISH. LEAVE HIM GO HE'S NOT BOTHERING ANYONE ;A;

that gifset ruined everything for me. 'this forest is old......very old....' old as balls. that's just the line now. i no longer acknowledge the original. 😔

cheeky gandalf!! 'u wouldn't part an old man from his walking stick!! 🥺😳😘🤭🙄' (<- this is how birb thought using emojis worked a scant five years ago. be GRATEFUL i was not on tumblr back then, for the carnage would have been GREAT AND TERRIBLE!!!)

i love love LOVE the scene of the trio beating the shite out of the bg guys while gandalf walked slowly toward the king. u just see legolas punching a dude in the face, aragorn ZOOMING round in front of gandalf and off to the side, it's hilarious 🤣

whEN THEY TOSS GRIMA DOWN THE STAIRS LIKE JGY 👀

so many ICONIC lines!!! 'boil em, mash em, stick em in a stew!!'

'it's the beards 👀'

U DROP ARAGORN OFF A CLIFF???? OH! OH! JAIL FOR ORCS!! JAIL FOR ORCS FOR 1000 YEARS!!!!

rip eowyn, she's so lonely and sad that the slightest validation from a hot guy she's known for five minutes was enough to make her fall stupid in love with him 😔

(i am also stupid in love with him, but it's different when i do it bc. um. uhhhh. 👀😳)

god he IS great tho, isn't he??? he's so dirty and greasy and wet and soggy, i love him and his dirty face and his dirty clothes and his dirty hands i love him i love him i lo

legolas got SO ANGRY about the orc telling them aragorn went over the cliff, he took it SO PERSONALLY. this makes birb want them to kiss each other 😊

they can kiss gimli as well, i don't mind!!

also the king awkwardly patting legolas on the shoulder like he's a slightly homophobic dad trying to comfort his gay son after a break-up, 'i still care about u but im super uncomfortable so im just not gonna say anything ok?? ok. manly head nod. im out 😐'

OPEN MOUTH KISSING??? BEFORE MARRIAGE????!!!!!!! OBSCENE!!!!!! LEAVE ROOM FOR THE HOLY GHOST!!!

side note: poor elrond, here he is trying to make sure his daughter has a good life and all she wants is to marry the dirty ranger like

'u think u know a girl, u raise her for 2000 or whatever years, organise her birthday parties and buy her a pony and teach her how to control the river, and then in the end she leaves u behind and marries a guy with a fraction of her lifespan, dooming herself to future suffering and despair smh 😔'

also arwen's face when aragorn is breaking up with her,,,,,'what did daddy say to u?? this is bc of what he said, isn't it?! i can't believe he's still interfering with my love life!!!!' ;A;

that lil ~half caress~ aragorn does to legolas's hand when he's returning arwen's necklace to him????? it's like??? idk super romantic??? it made my stomach go SWOOP?? if i stare at a gif of this scene i feel a bit dizzy??? is that weird. am i. weird 👀

i want them to make out with each other, sorry lads 😔

the annoying thing in all these medieval fantasy type stories, when there's not enough men for the war, they're always conscripting 10 year old boys, while the teenage girls and young women without any kids are hiding with the elders and children. LIKE. HOW can u justify sending little 8 yo haleth son of hama to the front lines?? LOOK AT HIM!! HE'S TINY!!! surely a 15 - 21 year old young woman would have a better chance of NOT DYING than a wee lad!!! they're peasants, they're used to hard labour!! do directors/writers etc think it's more ~realistic~ or sth?? do ppl think NO WOMAN ever took up a sword in a crisis??? even if certain things are Not Done (and in some places, even under penalty of DEATH), the Rules tend to fly out the feckin window once there's an emergency!!! I THINK 10,000 ORCS MARCHING ON HELM'S DEEP COUNTS FOR AN EMERGENCY???????

all im saying. is if we're all going to die anyway, then EVERYONE should get a sword. even the kids. ESPECIALLY the kids. it went really well in the walking dead when the lil girls each had a pistol. i promise i can be trusted with weapons i p romi s

the best thing in medieval-style warfare is when the two armies stand across from each other and shout insults back and forth for a bit, like 'you're ugly!' or 'you're smelly!' or 'i slept with your sister, and it weren't anything to write home about!!'

please could somebody fetch gimli a ladder, ur mans can't see above the fecking wall like nnO NO NOT THAT KIND OF LADDER

legolas and gimli counting their kills will never NOT be funny to me

MY KING A BEAST!! LOOK AT HIM GO!!! HE RODE A FUCKING LADDER AND CRASHED INTO A BUNCH OF ORCS LIKE A KILLER WHALE GOING AFTER SEALS!!! ;A;

god when he shoves open those doors and ARRIVEs it's so so so fucking hot. god he is sso hot. he's so hot i love him i love him i

lol they sneak out the side door like 'hee hee hoo hoo, no one shall see us~' 🤣

'TOSS ME!!!!!' *yeets the dwarf*

legolas SHIELD SURFING!!! HANG TEN, BRO!!! GNARLY WIPE OUT!!! 🤙

im sorry

imagine being such an asshole that u make the fucking TREES angry??? like, u make the trees hate u SO FUCKING MUCH. that they literally come MARCHING OUT OF THE FOREST to commit mass property damage???? 👀

when i watched the scene i shouted 'TILL BIRNAM WOOD DO COME TO HIGH DUNSINANE!!!!' out loud but nobody laughed ._.

come onnnn it's funny right??? esp since we know that 'no man of woman born' can kill the guy in the next film!!! iT'S FUNNY, RIGHT??? ;A;

sam and frodo tumbling down the stairs also made me laugh but i paid for it immediately after when sam goes 'it's your sam. don't you know your sam?' fucknig KILL MEEEEE PLS

the most iconic, most beautiful, most painful line of the film-----the one that always makes me cry, the one i couldn't forget if i wanted to, the words that stand between me and DEATH------

'That there's some good in this world, Mr Frodo. And it's worth fighting for.'

GOD. IM FUCKING DEAD 😭😭😭😭 beautiful delivery as well, shout out to samwise gamgee for being the best man to walk middle earth, i will now lie in a puddle of my own tears _(:3」∠)

[borathae]

"You had a bad day, but luckily for you, your husband knows exactly what to do to make you feel better again."

Pairing: husband!Yoongi x f.Reader 

Genre: married life!AU, domestic!AU, Smut 

Warnings: sub!Yoongi, soft dom!Reader, kitty as a nickname, Yoongs gets very needy from giving her oral, Yoongi's hands, relaxing massage which turns sexy, slow fingering, slow oral, some humping, nipple sucking, missionary, she tops him from the bottom, edging, which turns him just a lil bit bratty, soft spanking, eye contact *screams*, kisses, unprotected sex but they are clean & on birth control, snuggles afterwards, he is just ideal :(

Wordcount: 5.2k

a/n: I feel like all I'm writing about these days is married life ahaha I think my body clock is trying to tell me something here. Oh where, oh where is my happy marriage to an absolute cutie of a man? 😔 no but seriously, Yoongi is the cutest and I am deeply in love and I also wanna blow his fucking back out while asking if he wants breakfast in the morning. Enjoy besties 🤍

"Honey?" your husband’s voice is quiet in the silent room. He spoke softly, looking at you with worried eyes. 

"Urgh", you let out.

"What's wrong?" 

He came home to your shoes not having been put away and your bag having been left in the hallway. Something which was highly unlikely for you as you are a great lover of order and tidiness. He knew what that meant. You had a bad day. And so he cleaned the mess for you, stepped out of his own shoes and went on his journey to find you. 

He found you in the bedroom with your face buried in the pillows and your fluffiest onesie on.

"Everything", you answer him.

"Everything. Oh no, that’s a lot." 

The bed dents beside you, then you feel a warm hand place itself on your lower back. He rubs slow circles on it. 

"Do you want to talk about it?" 

"I don't know, I’m just sad and mad and tired and everything hurts", you whine. 

"Oh no, that sucks." 

"Yeah, big stinky suck." 

"Yeah, big stinky", Yoongi agrees, giving the back of your head a soft pat. 

You inhale audibly and exhale, making a sound of utter despair as you do. 

"Aw honey", Yoongi says, leaning down to kiss your hair, "don’t worry, I’m here now." 

"Ye, I know", you turn your head so you can look at him, "Yoongi gimme kiss." 

He does so gladly, caressing your cheek once he pulls back. 

"Thankies", you mumble, looking a little happier already. 

"Do you want some food?" he suggests to which you shake your head. 

"I already ate on my way home. Leftovers from last night. They were the only thing keeping me from ending it all." 

Yoongi snorts. 

"And the aspect of seeing you. It helped too", you add. 

"Aw honey, you’re cute", he says, kissing your forehead which paints a smile to your lips.

"How about I'll quickly go eat something and then get ready for cuddles?" he suggests. 

"It's alright, you can do something else. I think I’m just gonna stay here and sulk." 

He nods his head in understanding, "I'll be quick."

Yoongi returns whenever. You didn’t really count the time. You just laid there and boiled in your little soup of self pity. 

Speaking of soup. Yoongi had soup for dinner and left you some for tomorrow. But that was beside the point. What truly matters was that he has now entered the bedroom in his comfiest pajamas and a mysterious looking bottle in his hands. 

You eye it.

"Get naked honey, I’m gonna massage you", he says, revealing the mysterious bottle to be your massage oil bottle. 

"Really?" your eyes seem to light up, "you'll really massage me?" 

"Yes, only if you want to of course."

"Yes, wow. I want to", you say, taking off your onesie quickly and then plopping down on your stomach, "I'm ready."

Yoongi has to chuckle. You are so adorable when you are so eager for his massage. Yoongi likes to argue that he is quite talented in massages. You say that he is because his hands are "literally carved by the gods or maybe sex demons" and that "whatever he does with them sends you to the moon and back", but it is also because he really likes making you feel good and so he practiced a lot.  

Bear in mind the practice was on your body, but you tell him that he is a literal master of massages these days. So it was definitely worth it. 

Yoongi sits down on the back of your thighs, keeping his hands on your back. 

"Where does it hurt the most?" he asks. 

"Like everywhere, but my shoulders are killing me."

"Got it. Don’t startle, here comes the oil." 

"Ah Yoongi cold", you whine. 

"Sorry, I'll warm it up", he says and once the bottle is closed again, he places his hands into the little puddle of oil and begins spreading it. 

He goes slowly, using his palms for now. Your skin needs to be equal parts covered. He concentrates his touches on your upper back for now, as he will do your lower back separately. 

"How's that?" 

"Good, not cold anymore." 

Yoongi finishes off spreading the oil, finally giving his fingers a task as well. He begins with his thumbs, rolling them in downwards motions from your upper shoulders to the middle of your back. He draws the touches along your spine.

"So nice", you say happily.

The two of you are quite obsessed with massaging each other, actually. It is one of your most beloved quality time activities. You can find relaxation that way and improve the connection you and him share. It feels so intimate to massage each other. Truly, feeling the other's skin so slowly and for such a long time strengthens the love you share tenfold.

"Can you feel how tight I am?" 

"Yeah, you’re really tense. What did you do today that got you that tight?" 

"It's probably from all the anger tensing I had to do." 

Yoongi works on getting an especially stubborn tension point out of your upper latissimus dorsi, using his fingers and knuckles for it. 

"Tell me about it."

"Rick made me sort through the cabinets even though he knew that I was supposed to help with the deliveries today." 

"Oh damn okay, that’s so unfair. He's such a prick." 

"Yeah right?" you huff out air, "I hate him so much."

"Same, he's such a snobby idiot." 

"Right? God honey, you just get me", you sigh contently. 

Yoongi smiles to himself. He feels good when you rant to him and he can help you feel better through it. He feels like such an accomplished husband whenever he does. 

He trails his touches to your upper shoulders again, using his fingers to feel for the tightest spots. 

"There, yooo okay it hurts so much there."

"There?" 

"Yes, urgh it hurts." 

"Sorry, I know. I have to get in there to get it out", Yoongi says, working diligently to fight this stubborn tension.

You huff out air and groan.

"I'm being abused here." 

He chuckles, but softens his touches. 

"You're so dramatic, it wasn’t even that hard." 

"Yeah it was. You’re way too strong." 

Yoongi rolls his eyes fondly and smiles. He trails his touches down your back again. It makes you relax in a sigh. 

"Yes, do it like that tonight. I just wanna relax." 

"Okay, anything for you", he says. 

He reaches the middle of your back, using the flat of his palm to spread the oil. He ends up needing more, covering your lower back in it as well. 

"So nice, oh honey love that", you whisper and exhale in a happy sigh. 

Yoongi is massaging your lower back. He traces your spine, outlines the dimples on it, touches your sides. 

He also oggles your naked butt from time to time. 

It is also very hot. Massaging each other isn’t just relaxing intimacy, but also incredibly hot. Most of your massage nights end with eager fingers between other's legs and sloppy tongue kisses. It’s just way too sexy to be touched and to touch for such a long time.

Tonight is no different. Yoongi feels an ache of longing in his chest. An ache only the warmth of your pussy could heal.

He dares to go further down. His palms first then his fingers. 

You chuckle lazily, wiggling your hips slowly. 

"Love your butt", he says and gives it a good squeeze.

"Mhm, me too. Love your butt too", you say and crane your neck to send him a knowing look. 

Yoongi lifts himself off your legs and watches how you open them for him. So you want it too. 

"Really?" he still makes sure. 

"Yes", you allow him. 

And so it happens that Yoongi sits down on his heels right between your legs. He can see your pussy from that position. His fingertips itch for a feel of it, but he controls himself. Instead he kneads your inner thighs, making you part your legs further. 

Your breathing is quickening. You are wiggling your toes in anticipation. You really want his touch. You were hoping that tonight's massage would go to such lengths and now you are aching for his fingers. 

He inches closer, letting his thumb brush your pussy. 

"Hah", you gasp and lift your hips. That felt like electricity on your skin. You chase him. Yoongi gives it to you. 

He places two of his fingers on your pussy and rubs them back and forth slowly. 

"Honey", you moan, parting your lips. His touch is electric. You are so hot because of it. This is the exact distraction you needed tonight. 

Yoongi watches his fingers, feeling his cock harden at the view. You are wet even if he didn’t touch you for long.

"You're so sexy", he rasps.

Yoongi touches your clit and rubs circles on it. Your hips lift themselves again, you grasp the pillow. 

"Wow", you whisper then make a soft sound of approval. 

It turns him on so much to see you that way. It also turns him on to know that he can get you so good in such a short amount of time. 

He tries something. He slips one digit into you. Carefully and slowly.

"Yes, oh baby", you moan, welcoming him oh so happily. This is where he belongs. This right here is heaven.

"You're so wet", he whispers, moving his finger in and out of you. He watches it. How it looks lodged inside of you, how wet you get it and how your pussy is stretching around it.

He slips free to touch your clit before slipping back inside. Skillful just as his massage. Yoongi knows exactly what you like. 

"You're so good", you praise and sigh, feeling bolts of pleasure course through your veins when Yoongi touches your clit again. He stays there, making breathing oh so difficult for you. 

"So good…"

He aches again. You are so wet. It looks so yummy. He wants it on his tongue.

"Oh god, baby. Your touch is heaven", he hears you moan and yet all he can concentrate on is his salivating mouth. He has to give in. It is unbearable otherwise.

Yoongi lies down and connects his mouth with your middle. He sucks softly, letting go of you a second later. 

He listens to how deeply you exhale. He feels how you shake and then tense in anticipation.

He does it again. One suck for just a second then he lets go of you again, letting his lips hover above you. You taste magnificent. He is so obsessed.

“Yoongi”, you sigh and move. 

Yoongi dodges your leg as you flip onto your back, claiming his rightful spot between your legs once you are resting comfortably. He shimmies closer and touches your core. His long finger he buries inside of you, keeping you parted with his other hand. He connects his lips again, kissing and sucking on your clit slowly. He comes up for air every now and then, sneaking glances at you. 

Your eyes meet. No words are spoken and yet you understand each other perfectly. This is what you want and in return this is what Yoongi is oh so willing to offer. He scoots closer and connects his mouth with your core again. This time he keeps close, swirling his tongue over your clit while his dark brown, oh so sparkly eyes are locked on yours’. 

“That’s really good”, you tell him breathily and reach down to run your fingers through his dark hair. 

Yoongi shivers at the touch, letting the softest of sounds roll over his tongue. 

“Ah”, you gasp softly, lifting your brows, “hah your voice, I feel it.”

“Mhm”, he hums, watching how this makes your eyelids flutter, “mhm”, he does it again, sucking on your clit just to let it go. 

His lips are glistening, looking pinker than they normally do. His eyes are just slightly widened, he looks cute like that. His cheeks are reddened, it spreads over his button nose as well. You give his hair a soft ruffle and Yoongi smiles contently. 

His lips find their home back on your core, his tongue dances through your folds and over your clit. Getting pets while he is eating you out will always motivate him to do better. Tonight is no exception. 

You pet his raven hair and Yoongi gives you his best performance. You twirl strands of it between your fingers and Yoongi gives your magical spot a skilled curl of his finger. You tug on it softly and he moans needily. You scratch your nails over his scalp tenderly and he grinds his wet tongue against your clit until you tingle. Truly it is a win-win situation for both of you. 

“It’s so nice”, you sigh, dropping your head back in the pillows. 

“Yeah”, Yoongi agrees, “so nice.”

He slips a second finger inside, sending a jolt through your legs. You roll your hips up then drop them in a shudder. 

“Yes, that’s good. Like this…”

He moves them in and out slowly. Just how he did before when you were still on your stomach. They manage to go even deeper in the new position, which he likes a lot. You like it a lot too, tingling all over. Your husband has the best fingers, he really does. Strong and manly and yet never rough. Always tender and loving. And skilled. Oh so skilled. 

Paired with the slow licks he gives your clit and you are floating. This is the best end of a shitty day you could have wished for. You knew that once you would be home with your love again, everything would be better again. But you hadn’t expected him to be just so incredibly good at making it better. Which is quite unfair of you. You married Yoongi afterall. And Yoongi has always made it his goal to brighten your dark days. Even back when you and him were still friends secretly yearning for the other, he was always the first person to cheer you up with sweet words and little self-made snacks. 

Yoongi stops again, kissing your clit before lifting his head. His fingers continue their movements. In and out slowly, deep curls and wiggles. You peel your eyes open and tug on his hair. 

“Back”, you whisper. 

“You taste so good”, he says and flutters his lashes at you cutely. 

You smile, “thank you, but I want you back.”

Yoongi chuckles, “okay, okay”, he mumbles, fulfilling your wish gladly. 

“Mhhm yeah”, you sigh, placing your hand on the back of his head, “now don’t stop.”

Yoongi nods his head in obedience, giving you a cute little moan. He changes between slow sucks and skilled licks. It is a smooth movement, blending into one until it fills your veins with bubbling warmth. Truly, you are tingling everywhere. Your chest feels so light, your stomach is filled with butterflies, your legs are literal jelly. Yoongi turns your body so weak in such a wondrous way that you wouldn’t even mind if you stayed that weak for all eternity. 

“Oh”, you tense then shudder, “okay now actually don’t stop anymore. Ah baby…” This right now felt magical. The tip of his tongue is drawing circles on your clit, his fingers are curling deep inside of you. He is so wet and warm on your pussy too, his tongue is so soft. Every single sensation feels ten times better and you know exactly what that means. He found the spot. The one spot which will make you orgasm.

Yoongi flits his eyes up, studying your features. Your eyebrows are lifted, your lips are parted and your eyes are squeezed shut so tightly your lashes threaten to disappear.

He must have found it. He furrows his brows in desperation and rolls his hips into the mattress. Breathing gets harder for him and so he begins panting through his nose while his tongue is drawing circles on the spot which makes you tense oh so much.

You feel how quickly he is breathing. It is tickling your lower stomach and makes your core feel oh so sensitive because with each exhale, Yoongi lets out a small moan.

“Baby, ah god that’s so good”, you choke out, arching your back, “fuck.”

Yoongi whimpers, grinding his cock against the mattress whilst wishing it was your pussy instead. He has soaked through his pants by now, it makes the fabric stick to his dick and creates a little wet spot on the sheets.

“Fuck, baby. Ah”, you tense around his digits. You need one more swirl of his tongue. This is all you need. Your nerves are hypersensitive, your muscles are so tense, you can’t breathe. One more swirl.

Yoongi moans and swirls his tongue.

“Yes”, you break, smothering him with your pussy as your body goes up in the flames of your high.

Yoongi ends up having to hold you down just enough that he can continue licking you through your high without missing your favourite spots.

You tug him away by his hair once it gets too much. Yoongi feels droopy, burying his face in your inner thigh to nibble on it desperately. His hands are groping your legs and hips, his teeth are tickling your skin.

“Yoongs”, you laugh breathily, “that tickles.”

Yoongi makes a tiny sound, which is a mixture of a huff of air and a grunt. He abandons your inner thigh just to kiss your lower stomach and then right up the middle of your stomach. His big hands are on your side, following along his lips. He sucks on one of your ribs softly.

“Tickles”, you chuckle tiredly, “Yoongs don’t, it tickles.”

He whimpers oh so cutely, cupping your breasts just to squeeze them together and bury his face in them. He wiggles his head from side to side, purring deeply.

“Baby”, he makes you laugh. He is so adorable.

“Hmpf”, Yoongi huffs out and lifts his head just to guide one of your nipples to his lips. He takes you in greedily, licking and sucking on your nipple like a hungry little kitten.

“Baby…” you sigh, chasing his mouth.

His fingers are holding you safely, his palms are big enough to fit all of you in them. They are warm and soft.

Yoongi lets go of your nipple, letting the string of saliva break. He exhales shakily then takes in your other nipple to make it just as swollen and sensitive as he did the other. And while he sucks on it, his fingers play with your other, making sure it wouldn’t lose any of its stiffness.

He mewls and lifts his lips again. His fingers take your nipple instantly, keeping it oh so sensitive. He shimmies closer, pressing his soaked pants and hard cock against your core. His eyes are widened cutely, the tip of his nose is glimmering oh so cutely.

“Kitty wants pussy”, he says, giving you a cute pout.

His words make you shiver.

“But kitty just got pussy”, you rasp, taking his chin between two of your fingers to wipe away some of your arousal which has gotten stuck on his skin, “I fed you so well, didn’t I?”

He pouts harder, looking so adorable doing it.

“Yes, but it hurts”, he whines.

“What hurts?” you ask, knowing very well what he is talking about.

Yoongi rolls his hips into you and pulls a face of utter despair.

“My cock hurts so much”, he keens and does it again.

One deep roll of his hips, grinding his big bulge right against your pussy.

“Yeah it hurts? Did eating my pussy get you all desperate like always?”

“Ye”, he lets out and nods his head. He nuzzles into your neck, giving your breasts a big squeeze, “please”, he whispers, “please, please.”

You dance your hands down his back and hook them in his pants. With one tug, you have it pulled over his perky butt, working carefully to get his cock out safely. Yoongi wiggles and whines, reaching down to help you. He tugs them down until they are lying messily around one of his ankles while the other was free. He is too horny to care. He needs you so bad.

You welcome him back with open arms. Yoongi falls into them happily, bucking his hips forward to sink his cock into you. He glides in easily, muffling his sounds with your neck.

This is paradise. He is finally back where he loves it the most. 

Yoongi begins moving the moment he bottoms out. He pours his entire heart into those thrusts, caging your head between his elbows while his hands are engulfing your head most tenderly.

“Fuck”, he croaks, dropping his forehead against yours. He rubs his nose against you like a love-drunk kitten.

“Do you like it?” you ask in a sigh, holding his buttocks between your hands. They are tensing and relaxing with each roll of hips.

“Yeah…ah so much”, he presses out, trembling on top of you.

You wrap your legs around the back of his thighs, forcing his cock to lodge oh so deeply inside of you.

Yoongi huffs out air, grunts and shudders. A moan tickles your neck, his pouty lips follow.

“Feel that? Feel how I’ve got you?”  you whisper, hugging his torso.

“Yeah”, he keens, lifting his head just to end up rubbing his face into your cheek cutely. Love making gets him so good. He would never actually admit that it does, but he does such a terrible job at covering it up that you have long figured him out.

You love it too. Especially when he is all needy from eating your pussy. He gets especially clingy when he is. And you are living for it.

You pull him closer, twisting your fingers in the hair at the back of his head. It has gotten oh so long these days. It fits him so well. 

Yoongi kisses your cheek then hides back in the crook of your neck. His heart is hammering in his chest, his breathing is oh so quick and worked up.

You turn your head and press your lips into the side of his head.

“You’re mine”, you rasp into his hair.

“Yeah…” he lulls, tensing up and releasing all the tension in a shuddering breath, “don’t wanna stop.”

“Neither do I, your cock’s so good baby.”

“Wanna cum”, he confesses next and then whines sadly, “don’t like that I am.”

“You’re so cute”, you have to chuckle, “kitty really needed pussy, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, so bad”, he huffs out air and lifts his head again. His eyes are half-lidded, looking oh so drugged up, “don’t wanna cum.”

“Then don’t”, you tell him, reaching down to stop his hips with a strong hand on his butt.

Yoongi furrows his brows and huffs out air in distaste. You just edged him. You literally just edged him with your pussy.

“Why?” he whispers, voice just slightly pitched.

You give him a playful smile and with a soft nudge, you show his hips how they should move. Both your hands are on his butt and your eyes locked with his’ oh so demandingly.

“Like this”, you say, making him rock back and forth in the slowest of movements, “that should be easy to do, shouldn’t it?”

“But…edging”, he whines, “it hurts.”

You laugh, “you’re so whiney. You don’t wanna cum, but don’t wanna edge either. What do you want, kitty? Decide.”

Yoongi blushes and then buries his face in your neck in embarrassment.

“You’re mean”, he mumbles, making you chuckle.

“You know I’m just teasing.”

“Mhm”, he says then shudders, “oh-oh god, fuck it’s so good”, he keens, stumbling out of the rhythm you guided him in.

“Slow baby, slow”, you pull him back, squeezing his hips with strong fingers.

Yoongi mewls and shudders.

“Don’t edge me”, he begs but still follows your instructions. Once again your pussy is oh so tight and warm, but edges him oh so cruelly. Barely any movements, just slow rocking back and forth. Yoongi is being kept right on edge. And we are talking right on it. Edging with your hand or mouth at least gives him moments where that unbearable burn dies down again. But you keep him riding on it. Hot and deep and yet not enough to throw him over the edge. He is destined to dance right on its thin line, wobbling but never falling.

You grip his hips and then force them to speed up again. Fast and deep.

Yoongi has to gasp for air and grab the upper edge of the pillow with one hand.

“Oh fuck, oh, ah, yes, so good”, he moans.

“You fuck me so well, baby”, you rasp, clenching around him.

Yoongi tenses and shudders. He lets out a groan, having his voice crack at the end. One more tense and you stop.

His hips are still again, your hands are on his ass oh so strong. The fire in his stomach aches unbearably.

“Why?” he whines, throbbing desperately while the warmth of your pussy feels like torture around his cock.

“You almost came again, don’t worry I helped you”, you speak softly, caressing his butt.

“You’re so mean”, he keens, “please more”, his beg swirls against your neck just as softly as his lips do mere seconds later.

Your caresses turn into slow movements again. Back and forth with a soft roll at the end when he is oh so deep inside of you.

Yoongi has to follow. Dancing his hips right to the melody your demanding hands play. Slow and deep. He graces your favourite spots, fills you up so well, feels like burning up himself.

He twists the pillow until his fingernails ache.

“Please”, he begs, “seriously please.”

“Please what?” you ask, slowing his hips down again.

“Let me cum, please.”

“Yeah? Finally decided what you want?”

He nods his head and shivers.

“I fuck”, he grunts and scratches his nails down the pillow, “can’t take more.”

“It didn’t take you long to make your decision, did it?” you taunt.

“___”, he presses out, tensing his buttocks, “please, close.”

“Slow”, you order, stopping him with your legs and a harsh grip on his hips.

“Fuck. Goddamn fuck, can you let me cum?  It’s not that hard”, he sounds impatient, maybe even a little bratty.

He makes you chuckle, which in return makes him whine because you are clenching like crazy when you laugh.

“You’re a brat”, you say, spanking his ass just hard enough that he flinches forward with a gasp slipping past his lips. You make his hips move again afterwards just enough to stimulate his cock, but not enough to satisfy him. Oh poor Yoongi is trembling on top of you, twisting the pillow to its limit.

“___”, he whines, nudging your cheek with his button nose, “please ___ please.”

“You want it?”

“Yes, want it.”

You stop, forcing a heartbreaking mewl to escape him.

“Why do you wanna hurt me tonight?” his voice sounds close to tears.

“Well you said that you want it, not that you need it. That’s a difference.”

“What?” he lifts his head, giving view to his ruffled bangs and glassy eyes, “you serious? We picking words now?”

You spank his ass, making his eyelids flutter and his lips part.

“Talk back again and I’ll make you fuck the pillow instead of my pussy.”

Yoongi’s face falls in complete desperate devotion. He cups your cheeks, letting his forehead fall against yours.

“You’re so hot”, he croaks, rocking his hips just the slightest bit, “oh god, you’re so hot.”

His quick panting is tickling your skin, his lips are brushing against yours, his eyes are glued to yours even if your visions are both blurry from closeness.

“Mhm kitty, so good”, you sigh, caressing his buttocks and hips.

“So good”, he breathes, poking your nose with his button nose. It makes you close your eyes and tilt your head up just so you can kiss him. You want to kiss him, get lost in the sensation and never leave again. But Yoongi doesn’t let you, because Yoongi is needy and therefore breaks the kiss just to beg again.

“Please I need it”, he tries, giving you a cute little sob, “need it so bad.”

“Mhm, you need it?” you coo, tickling his lower back. He has it arched so perfectly.

“So bad, please.”

You smirk in amusement.

“Well then fuck yourself stupid will you?” you demand and grip his hips to give them a maddening rhythm to follow.

Yoongi’s arms almost give up on him.

“Holy fuck”, he presses out and moans loudly. Then he takes over. He ruts into you with restless hips and a throbbing cock. Your hands are merely resting on his ass, feeling him tense oh so nicely, but doing nothing to control his movements. This was his task again. And Yoongi is hellbound on feasting on this privilege until he is satisfied and oh so filled up.

“So good, fuck, your pussy’s good”, he grunts, “gonna make me cum so hard, holy fuck.”

His hips stutter but he forces them to find their rhythm again.

“Now”, he moans, “oh- now.”

You can feel it happening. It fills you up oh so warm and good. Yoongi groans before he falls completely silent and unmoving. He is even holding his breath, orgasming so hard that his entire body is tense.

One.

Two.

Three.

“Ah, ah, ah”, Yoongi’s voice returns, high-pitched and desperate. His body is shaking, his hips are chasing your warmth, “yes, ah yes, yes, oh god yes.”

“You’re so hot”, you press out, feeling dizzy in pleasure.

“Feels so good”, he mewls, pressing his hand into the mattress so strongly that he actually manages to lift his torso for a few seconds, “ah”, he lets out with his head tilted back, shaking out his last burning wave, “darling”, he gets out then drops on top of you like a limp ragdoll.

He shudders uncontrollably, making a desperate sound as he does.

“You good?” you ask him.

“Yeah, holy fuck”, he rasps and exhales loudly.

“Agreed, that was intense.”

He nods his head, “like fuck, you just…wow.”

You smile, “mh-hm yeah, right? Thank you so much for this, I really needed it.”

He snuggles and nods his head, “I’m happy I could help.”

Yoongi finally manages to lift his head. His face is heated and sweaty from the amazing sex you just had. His bangs are ruffled and just slightly damp. He looks so, so happy. You feel happy too.

“The shower I took was so unnecessary, I’m so sweaty”, he says and chuckles.

“Yeah same, I’m so sticky and I’m leaking on top of that.”

“Sorry, I feel like I just came way too much.”

“It’s hot, don’t apologize.”

He smiles shyly and lowers his head back into your neck. He nuzzles and sighs happily. You begin playing with his hair, tracing his spine with your other hand.

“Should we like, take a shower together?” he suggests.

“We could do that, couldn’t we?”

“Mhm yeah, we could.”

Yoongi lifts his head again and by just one look at your sparkling eyes he knows that he has already won you over.​​

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Where does Sunwoo get all of his energy from?! I get tired just rolling out of bed lol. And here he is ploughing his way through the campuses female population 😂

The fact that y/n’s panties haven’t fallen off in Sunwoo’s mere presence, makes her different to what he’s used to.

I guess he feels, she’s not interested in him. So there’s no need for a façade with her. He can just be his true self. Probably also makes her more intriguing to him. She’ll challenge him, in ways he hasn’t been before. He’s already putting in some actual work into getting to know her. Even if it is kinda superficial atm, I can guarantee he doesn’t know or care how Minjee likes her coffee. It’s the whole wanting the unattainable, makes it more desirable.

(Typing Minjee’s name is irritating me so I’ll refer to her as 🤮 from now on)

🤮 definitely played up the theatrics. I have no doubt Sunwoo has some skills (lawd knows he’s had enough practice 😜) it’s a display of dominance, she has always perceived y/n as a threat/competition. Y/n is effortlessly awesome in all the meaningful ways 🤮is not. Considering how toxic y/n’s previous relationship was. Y/n probably doesn’t realise just how great she is, which just make her more endearing. That’s why 🤮 is a bitch to her, it’s pure jealousy. The fact that y/n doesn’t fight back, falsely makes 🤮 think she has some sort of power. It’s my greatest joy in life to wind up bitchy, annoying people. I would annoy the hell out of 🤮…

🤮: makes a snide comment about my appearance

Me: “ohh!… really?! …hmmm… funny thing is, the way Sunwoo’s eyes ever so slowly raked over my body last night, tells me, he doesn’t share the same sentiment…” walks away sassily

🤮: says something snide again

Me:

“This obsession with me really needs to stop!! I know you find me irresistible and I’m sincerely flattered. But I’m sorry, you’re simply not my type. Sleeping with Sunwoo just to be close to me, It’s not healthy, or fair to him and lastly it won’t work.… you should really try to get over me…” patronisingly pats her on the head and walks away

If it blows up his fwb with 🤮… oh well 🤷🏽‍♀️ it’s not like it’s serious anyway. Plus, he can console himself with the other 1000+ women on campus he hasn’t slept with yet lol

When 🤮 gets unnecessarily loud, Y/n could play the least sexy music possible out loud at full blast… let it go (frozen), Macarena, gang nam style, actually here’s a playlist:

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0Cy8zkkkorTtKXpHpjtnrv?si=vODmJ5LCRyOvziAzyXBX2g

(I’m offended that a couple songs I listen to are listed on here 😅)

if Sunwoo doesn’t want that happening, I think he needs to buy y/n some noise cancelling headphones. It’s the least he could do. Asking him to keep his 🍆 in his 🩲is just unrealistic.

The flirty banter at the end 😏 sparking the mutual attraction, and so the trouble begins…

Hope my comments make sense I woke up stupidly early, brain hasn’t fully switched on yet. Great update, thank you

Okay, in depth analysis with pictures!! 👏👏👏 this is what I like to see lol

The fact that yn hasn't fallen for Sunwoo's charms yet is a miracle. I can tell you rn, I would not be that strong 😔✊. That man could look at me a certain way, and I'd be naked in bed waiting for him. I have zero will power.

That's a good point about him not having to put up a front for her bc she already expects nothing from him. He can be his little hoe self without having to worry about how she feels. That'll also make him want to get certain reactions out of her, I'm sure. I have a feeling the lack of interest is new for him, which is why he'll be putting in effort for her 👀👀.

🤮🤮 isn't shit!! 👏👏 She thinks she's proving dominance over yn, but it's just making her look pathetic 🤭🤭. She'll eventually get what's coming to her, though 😏😏.

The conversation you made 😂😂👏👏. I love it. Plus, the spotify list!! 🤭🤭 I would die of laughter if someone did that to me lol. Also, I love your comments!! 🥺🥺 This whole summary of everything that happened, ugh 👏👏. I'm obsessed.

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Bloom | Chapter 19 : What Are We?

Pairing : kim doyoung x fem!reader

Genre : fluff, angst, arranged marriage au!, CEO doyoung! Au.

Started : 28.10.20

Finished : 18.12.20

Warnings : none, except some alcohol consumption, and oh ho, Kath- *throws up*

A/n : hellow :> how are we doing? I hope you're having a good day~ I just wanna say one thing. Get me someone like Doyoung I need a man like this 😔😔😔

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Doyoung slid his hand in Y/n's as they walked into the large hall. Everyone was dressed like expected to, everything was set like it was supposed to, everyone arrived, just like they were supposed to. Y/n caught the sight of her parents talking to Doyoung's parents, and both walked in their direction.

"Doyoung!" Mrs. Hwang smiled and patted him on the head, "You and Y/n look amazing!"

(Idk if you've heard of this, but elders usually pat the younger ones on the head over here as a blessing. My grandparents do it to me, my great grandparents do it to my parents, and so on. It's extremely respectful to bow your head when you see an elder raising their hand, as they are about to you pat you on the head. That's the context I was aiming for.)

Doyoung smiled and bowed. "It's a pleasure to see you all here. Now, if you all don't mind, I have a few partners I must meet, I'll return shortly. Y/n," he looked at her, giving her an even bigger smile, and whispered, "Cover up for me, darling, would you?"

She rolled her eyes at him, and then scrunched her nose, "Go, go."

"Awe, upset to see me go?"

"No, I'm glad. Now go."

With that, Doyoung took off in the direction of some younger men around the same age as him, casually taking a glass of champagne from a waiter in the process. Y/n turned towards her family, who were watching the interaction with curious eyes. Eun Ah and Taehyun walked over, a small smile on their resembling features.

"Y/n. It's been a while. "

"Oh, tell me about it, guys."

"Looks like you got busy," Taehyun casually joked, earning a punch in the arm from both his sisters.

"You got busier, Taehyun. Speaking of getting busy," Y/n looked around, raising an eyebrow, "Where are the kids?"

"Oh?" Eun Ah started, "Bring the kids? Here? At this party? Oh, no, no."

She waved her hand in the air in dismay, "I'm not ruining their sleep schedule. Do you know how wild Jihoon's sleep schedule is? I'd rather him staying home."

Y/n nodded, and Eun Ah flashed her sisterly smile, "Lovely dress, by the way. Where did you get it?"

"Ugh," Taehyun rolled his eyes, "Dress talk again. I'm going to go get some of those snacks, so, uh, I'll leave you two to it then."

Taehyun left in a sudden rush.

Y/n slowly gripped the skirt of her dress, her cheeks held a soft blush, "Doyoung got it."

Eun Ah's eyes went wide. "I didn't expect him to have such a good taste in dresses."

"He said I'll look good in red."

"He wasn't wrong, though."

Eun Ah looked behind Y/n, and her smile slowly faded. Y/n heard the voice she dreaded, the voice she wanted to ignore this night.

"Y/n, dearie!!"

Y/n plastered a smile on her face as she spun on her heel, the skirt of her dress floating slightly, "Katherine! A pleasure to see you here."

She was sipping her drink as usual. "Great party. And..." She looked at Y/n's dress and a pang of jealousy shone in her eyes, "Interesting dress. Where'd you get it? The mall?"

Y/n inhaled sharply. Of course. Dresses from malls are looked down upon by Katherine. Only the most expensive and luxurious designers is whom she buys her formal gowns from.

At that moment, Taehyun came, stuffing his mouth with a strawberry jam centered puff pastry. Eun Ah mouthed something to him, and then pushed him away as she walked away with him. Y/n heard his protests in the distance, and a look of anger passed infront of her eyes as she focused on Katherine. She'd have to thank her sister later.

taehyun best boi

"Actually," Y/n grabbed a glass from a waiter who offered her, twirling it in her delicate yet strong fingers, "Doyoung gifted it to me. Isn't it beautiful?"

"Very..." She said, looking down the skirt and up, "He bought it?"

"Why, of course."

"Must have cost a fortune."

"And that's what makes it special."

Katherine pursed her lips, and then looked in the direction Doyoung was standing. He was having a pleasant conversation with a bunch of other men in expensive looking suits, cheerfully keeping his conversation going. Y/n noticed the sudden change in expression when Katherine looked at him.

"Doyoung looks good today."

"Doyoung looks good everyday," she almost spat.

Katherine's menacing eyed seemed to grow large with the sudden remark, and focussed down again, "So, how are things coming along?"

"Perfectly," Y/n's eyes dangerously glowed with sarcastic humor, "Way 𝘵𝘰𝘰 perfectly."

Katherine slowly sighed, turning away, "I'll see you later tonight, Y/n. I have a person I need to meet."

"Take care, Katherine."

She spun on her own heel, covering her face with her hand, feeling the need to pop her eyes out. The anger she felt when she spoke the Katherine was no where near the anger she felt a few days ago. It was way more. How can she feel so angry?

Without even realizing it, she bumped into Doyoung's chest, and he held her by her shoulders.

"Hey," he chuckled, "Is this your way of getting my attention?"

She looked down, crossing her arms, furrowing her eyebrows. Doyoung must have noticed, because he put his finger to her chin and softly pulled her face up to meet his sparkling smile. "Everything alright, princess?"

She mumbled under her breath.

"Awe, come," he said, puting an arm around her shoulders as they walked towards the balcony, "Let's get some fresh air, hm?"

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"What's wrong, Y/n?"

He leaned on the railing casually, sipping his champagne. His smile seemed to dazzle even more with the effect of the moon.

"Nothing, Doyoung, just met Katherine."

"Oh," he went silent, and then tapped his glass with his finger, "Maybe...want some?"

"No, Doyoung," she chuckled, pushing away his empty glass.

"Well, more for me," he said, and Y/n grabbed his arm.

"Nope! No more."

"Awe," he rolled his eyes walking closer to her and smirked, "Why not, darling? This party only occurs once a year."

"And that's why I want you to make the most of it," she flicked a freck of dust off his shoulder, "And not drink the night away."

"Let's drink the night away~" he mumbled a well known tune.

stan twice

"Doyoung!"

"Alright, alright, princess. I'll stop. But," he slowly rested his thumb on her lower lip, "You didn't say anything to her about it, did you?"

"No...but I felt like I would have if she didn't leave."

"Y/n, I want you to relax, and breath, alright? I don't want you to say something to Katherine that you'll regret. We'll talk it out, ok?"

She nodded, gripping her bare arms, the cold night wind blowing against her body. Doyoung laughed, taking his coat off, and draped it over her shoulders just like he did at home. He bent closer, and planted a kiss on her forehead, holding her close. He looked at her again, smiling and tucked a strand of her soft hair behind her ear, and walked away, going back to the main hall.

"Sorry, sweetheart, business calls."

"Oh," she said, pulling his coat over her shoulders as he grew red, watching her, "I know."

"Damn, you've got to stop getting comfortable with my clothes."

"Why? Didn't you give it to me?" She asked with mischief.

"Because it's so hot, Y/n! Eugh! I'm going in!"

"Don't forget to miss me!"

"I won't!"

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"Ah," Doyoung stretched as both of them stood out in the open, "I'm so tired!"

Y/n tapped her heel to the ground as Doyoung shuffled around with the house keys in his pocket. The wind was howling this night, whispering in their ears. In the distance, the squeaks of rats and the hoots of owls sounded loud. She heard Doyoung exhale beside her.

"That valet is taking long..."

"He must have parked it far."

"Hmm..."

She suddenly felt Doyoung's piercing yet soft gaze on her, and she turned her head, watching him slowly look at her up and down. He looked down, chuckling, and slapped himself. "Damn, I'm sorry. You just look so good. And it's been hours since the party started."

"Doyoung?"

"Hm?"

"Do you really love me?"

Y/n's question brought his smile to slowly fade. Did he really love her? Well, he's gotten extremely touchy with her since the past few days, but...does he really love her?

"Well duh," a voice in his head sounded, "You're head over heels, Doyoung."

"I don't know..." Another voice whispered, "Maybe it's just temporary. Maybe he doesn't actually love her."

"What are you talking about?" Doyoung realized he said it out loud, and caused Y/n to stare at him, slightly startled. He shook his head, waving his hands frantically.

"No, no, I wasn't saying it to you."

"I'm sorry. The question must have been really bad."

"No, not at all."

There was awkward silence again, and Doyoung spoke up, "I understand what you meant when you asked me. Honestly...I don't really know, Y/n. I don't know if this is actually what you consider love, I've never experienced that before. But all I want to do is spend time with you, and I want you to do the same. I want to hold you close, I want to hug you, I want to smile at you, I want to talk to you, I want to do everything with only you. If that is what you call love, then I'm in love with you."

Y/n looked down, and then sighed, "And I'm sure you're not the only one who feels that way, Doyoung."

"What do you mean?"

Their car stopped infront of them, and the driver stepped out, bowing and walking away slowly.

"I meant that, I don't think you're the only one in love, Doyoung."

He blinked in confusion, staring right at her face, that was glowing with slight annoyance. She looked exactly like when they first met. Delicate and angry, ready to blow up.

"Doyoung, you knucklehead, I think I'm in love with you."

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