#i was planning on taking a week or two off from the game to focus on art for a while bc the wips are piling up

[mysweetpoisons]

Moonlight trap

Pairing: SoftDark! Bruce Wayne x fem-reader

Summary: chasing freedom is no easy feat when the bat is after you

Warnings: NON-CON/ DUB-CON, +18, this is a dark!fic, contains implied kidnapping, smut, possibly soft-dark category.

A/N: I know a lot of people do not enjoy this kind of content so please READ THE WARNINGS, by clicking in read more you are admitting to be +18 and by that consenting this kind of content. Remember that your media consumption it's your own responsibility.

I think I have tagged everything correctly, if anyone has any more additional tags or warnings let me know.

Word count: 3079

The trees welcomed you as one of the long lost children from the fairy tales. Those were the fairy folk used to swap babies for their indulgence, their humour as sharp as their pointy ears.

You were a few feet into the forest, feeling the mattress of fallen leaves and earth between your toes as the branches continued to close in. They seemed to embrace your figure as if they wanted to take you away from the mansion standing at your back.

For the trees knew that the mansion was haunted by a monster, a monster that came alive at night and it will soon follow you.

Strangely, it was a clear night. The dark sky was lightened by the stars, their soft glow often holding good omens. But, the moon was out too. Looming proudly above your head, she was ruling over the blackness with a dangerous fullness, its roundness a curse, the songs had warned.

Your dark gown kept streaming around your legs moulding shapeless forms while your feet made their way through the rugged path as you stole one last look back at your high-fashioned prison. The glooming shadowed construction was growing smaller by the second, its aura becoming less and less suffocating from here.

Scenes of glimmering jewellery, lonely dinners for two, sleepless nights and wordless cries between silk sheets, danced behind your eyelids as Wayne Manor stared back at you. The billionaire had tried to sugarcoat your forced stay with noxiously corrupting luxury.

You had never escaped anyone before. That didn't mean you weren't going to try, though.

Turning watchful eyes towards your surroundings had proved futile at first. Everywhere you went you would find that dark vigilant gaze posed hungrily on you. So you waited and played his game. As time passed your tamed behaviour seemed to pay off: he started leaving at night, sometimes even in the middle of the day.

You had found the cave a few weeks ago, and the tunnel shortly after. A breeze had carried the smell of fresh pine needles and watered earth, marking it as the right one. Fate had thrown a bone at you.

Although, the aftereffects of unearthing such a secret hadn't been kind to you.

After finding you in the claws of the man that had half of this rotten city inside his pocket, you had thought there was still a chance to escape, a lingering tendril of hope in the form of a bat.

Knowledge hadn't felt like a gift when you learned that the only person who could give you back your freedom was the one that had snatched it in the first place.

It took you a couple of days to realize what you had always known, that in this life there was only one person who you could rely on: you.

You weren't a fool, you knew you couldn't hope to smart him. Still, the only way of leaving was trying. Besides, the idea was far better than growing into the submissive creature you were becoming. The lines had blurred dangerously and your mind had lost its focus.

Planning and following your exit had been quick. Like any other night, you had waited for him to watch you fall asleep and counted exactly 20 minutes since his departure to get up and head straight to the cave and your awaiting freedom.

So here you were dodging branches with rapid but determined movements, breathing through your nose in focused motions while your heart beat fast as the wings of a little bird would inside your ribcage and dainty mist clouded the wooded path, snaking between your limbs like a purring cat.

Wilderness's duality was intriguing. The forest was a combination of the softness of the caressing leaves of musk covered trees and the stinging edges of the pine needles, rocks and twisted roots.

Life was so evident in this place that it seemed to float around the air, such a stark contrast from the sterile and white halls you had left far behind.

The life pouring out from every cell of the trees and creatures fed you. Even the tiny cuts and scratches filled with simmering pain were welcomed gratefully. Because, as your lungs burnt and your muscles hurt, the stubborn truth couldn't be subdued. For the first time in months, this was the moment you were feeling entirely alive.

Wintry wind hollered through the trees and you knew you should have shrivelled. You would have felt it if the highly intoxicating euphoria stopped cursing through your veins, if freedom wasn't seducing your body into forgetting that you wouldn't reach it, not yet.

Something cracked at your back. Then a shadow descended. The sudden movement sent you crumbling to the ground, your fall ungracefully stopped by your hands. When you looked up it took you a few moments to adjust your gaze and fix it on the shadow that was now perched in the tree in front of you peeking at you with one of its black eyes: it was a raven.

You stood there a second too long, admiring the shiny blackness of the bird's plumage, wondering how your life had become an old horror movie.

What did the raven's presence mean?

Primal awareness invaded your senses, taking your mind back to the present and screaming at you to pay attention. The forest had turned quiet, serene. Too quiet.

At first, you felt it rather than hear or see it. A change in the atmosphere, a dreadful presence drowning you. It was the hot breath of the big bad wolf, dampening your nape.

And that's how you know: the bat had arrived. The stars had lied, the moon had won.

You instinctively rolled and took cover behind the raven tree. Pressing your back to the hard bark you tried to conceal your frame, making your best impression of the rocks that littered the wood's path. Your breath was knocked off your chest as the soft scraping of his footsteps was now noticeable, passing the place where you guessed you had been just a mere seconds ago. Luckily, the rustling of leaves faded, carrying on and away from your hiding spot.

The entire time you hadn't dared to look, focusing on your feet and wishing to become invisible.

You waited a few breaths before you slowly ducked your head from your hiding spot and sprinted, taking the opposite path of his vanishing steps.

Adrenaline fuelled your movements as you tried to find the buzzing sound of running water you had been following.

You were taking a swift turn upon a fallen tree only to be cut out short. Standing a few feet away in a semicircle where the foliage was less dense, was a cloaked figure, waiting for you. The large shadow was night incarnated as if the dark sky itself had given birth. A child of darkness that had come to hunt you, to take you back.

Fear rattled your bones as you beheld the outline of his imposing armour, the same image that had stuck in your head, appearing in petrifying nightmares since that very first time in the cave. The worst part was his mask, where the two seemingly black orbs were, an endless pit of terrors for Gotham's thugs.

The air around charged, your entire body was seized by silent dread, incapable of moving.

He was the one who snapped first by striding forward and removing his mask forcefully, letting it fall to the ground.

A ray of moonlight lightened his face then, his chiselled factions forming hard lines, accentuated by the clenching of his jaw and his chocolate hair brushed back.

The face staring in your bad dreams, the bringer of misery and bliss.

His dark alluring eyes instantly locked with yours and narrowed.

"You don't look surprised" he observed. If you didn't know better you would have said there was disappointment in his voice.

He is just a man

The mantra was chanted inside your head, as you squared your shoulders and rightened your stance.

"I found the cave" your voice sounded agitated, still struggling to center your feet and stand your ground.

His brows knitted in a frown and his lips thinned, something like wonder flashing through his features.

"And yet, you decided to run"

He released an irritated sigh and you knew what was to be expected, the insufferable preaching that would be delivered next:

" Where were you running to? Where? There's no place in this world for you to hide. Anywhere you had chosen I would have found you and brought you back. When are you going to learn? Nothing..-no one can keep me from you "

Your snort interrupted the rest of his speech.

"Are you done?" your chin lifted, unrelentingly staring at him as you continued "Stop pretending. Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about. You wanted this." your arms punctuated, outstretched hands signalling the space around.

"All I want is for you to understan-"

You shook your head, swallowing the already forming impotence and rage.

"Don't you dare to-" you paused, having to swallow again the knot in your throat to regain your voice " You've planned this. You wanted me to escape just so you could catch me like the common thieves you lock up daily. I know I wouldn't get here if you didn't want it. You're even wearing the suit." by now you could feel the wet trail of rage tears on your cheeks "So don't pretend. Stop toying with me, Bruce. This is just another excuse so you can fuck me in your sick costume"

For a moment Bruce Wayne is rendered speechless. Then a satisfied grin spread his lips, he could only feel more interested in you. His clever girl had caught him once again.

"You have no idea how much I love that fiery mouth of yours"

More shadows wrapped your frame as he took long purposeful steps, his figure looming over yours and stealing the soft moonlight away.

"I planned to show you that you are mine, I admit that. But to be entirely honest with you my love, I hadn't planned on enjoying it this much." His tone was huskier, his current grin turning dark and fuck, you knew that look. His pupils dilated and burnt in sinister flames, the look of the predator beneath the man.

"You haven't been yourself lately, a good girl yes, but still… I wondered where all that fierceness had gone. I missed you"

When he came unbearably closer, you slid sideways out of his reach, your lips parted in warning:

"Get away from me"

He ceased his hunting steps and lifted both of his gloved hands as if he was trying to appease an injured animal.

"But how can I?"

You sprinted backwards, blindly taking a path. Or so you tried. You would never be a match to his speed and inhuman prowess. You took the first step and then failed the next, your feet losing earth contact as your entire body was lifted, two strong arms enveloping your frame from behind and hauling you against a firm chest like you weighed nothing. A gasp fled your mouth while words were groaned at your nape "Honey, I can't even breathe without you."

In the blink of an eye, your body was turned around in a dizzying spin and you were facing him again, pinned against the nearest tree.

Instinctively, your hands jabbed his chest armour, the muscle carving was hard as steel and a loyal portrayal of what lay underneath, so it obviously didn't budge a single inch.

"Stop that, you're gonna hurt yourself" he scolded, waving your fists away like flies as they continued to punch his torso.

Swifter than lighting, he held both of your wrists in one hand and fixed them above your head with something that pierced the wood behind you and squeezed your limbs like a boa.

A wave of helplessness crashed over, the reality of the situation sinking in.

You didn't have the stomach to look at him. Defeated, you faced the sky instead, asking the stars, the moon and the universe beyond what you had done to deserve this curse.

Bruce cut your silent questions by grasping your jaw and tilting your chin up, his calloused thumb caressing your skin until it reached your plush lower lip and pulled it down. His eyes searched for yours, observing your bright beauty bathed in darkness.

"Clever girl.."

Your heart skipped a beat and you wriggled nervously beneath him, his praise stirred something devious in your belly. Something you will not give to willingly. Not tonight.

"Don't call me that goddammit" you fumed, eyes still trying to avoid him but he forced a knee between your legs and pressed himself against you, towering over you and invading your entire field of vision until he was all you could see, there was no escaping.

"Why? because you like it? You think I can't see you twitching, hear your heart racing, your breath getting shallower?" he leaned forward, eyes sparkling with corrupted intentions as he teased "You can't lie to me, love . And don't worry, I will give you all the pretty names you wished you despised"

" I promise you , I will never stop fighting" you spat, his nose almost touching yours making you sag against the scraping wood's tree.

"I missed you so much" He smiled at your threat before diving in, pressing his mouth against yours. His hands cupped your face and his knee came up, creating friction between your legs, parting your lips in an incoherent sound and granting his wicked tongue access. Despite the palpable eagerness of his kisses, his tongue massaged yours lovingly spreading warm all over your neck and cheeks.

Bruce was always so intensely consuming, he tried to imprint everything he felt in every single caress, all wanting, tormented and enamoured touches. He wanted to escape the part of his twisted morals that still managed to appear every time he was with you. So he pressed harder, he gripped tighter, he licked, sucked and felt deeper. Crashing the troubling thoughts underneath the unyielding desire.

"I hate you" you breathed out when he parted, his lips mere centimetres away. "No, you don't. You want to, though. You try so hard sweetheart." his gobbled hand grazed the side of your neck down to your shoulder and arm, waking up treacherous goosebumps and tremors, your body betraying you beneath his fingers. A dark chuckle proved his case as he lowered his head next to your ear, a welcomed relief from his imposing stare as warmth covered your skin and chest mortifyingly.

"You want to hate what I make you feel" he murmured as his touch travelled south, across your neck, chest and lower belly, finally connecting with the laced front of your panties and running his fingertips through the fabric, his touch delicate as if he was stroking the wings of a butterfly. Your breath hitched and your thighs clenched as you felt his lips placing a rewarding kiss on your neck.

"Now is your turn to stop pretending y/n" he said before he dipped his fingers inside your flimsy panties, a finger sliding down your slit trespassing the thin barrier of flesh, finding you wet and ready to reap. Cursing under his breath, he started trailing kisses along your jaw and neck, nipping at any patch of skin he found.

"My clever girl. Only mine" he murmured between kisses as if he wanted to carve the words on your flesh.

His hands roamed your body, gripping and fondling ecstatically. This time you didn't resist. There was a reverence in his sinful words and demonstrations, a profound adoration that was so urgent and needy, it was sucking all of your strength away, rendering you weak and pliant, completely drunk under such devoted and obsessive veneration.

One of his large gloved hands crept up and wrapped over both of your tied hands, lacing his fingers with yours while his other hand kept brushing his covered digits through your sex slowly and vehemently, the rougher texture of the rubber lighting every nerve aflame. Then, he sank his fingers inside you only to retire them shortly after, spreading the wetness around, and focusing on rubbing your bud in religious sweet circles as your hips stirred awake, meeting his movements on their own accord.

Shallow breaths and sighs escaped your parted lips as your heart pounded frantically. Your back arched and your world turned dark as your eyes slammed shut, the rejection from your mind losing the battle against the burning flames of desire cutting through your body.

You were so immersed in what he was doing to you and what he would do next that you failed to notice the sudden flash of movement that bared you to the chilly night air. In a clean-cut, he had split the expensive satin gown in two, using the hidden blades in his wrists braces. Some scraps of fabric cascaded down your shoulders, others watered the earth.

"I'll buy you another, you look so good in them..but so much better like this"

His gaze moved from your exposed feverish skin to your half-mast eyes, absorbing your overwhelmed state. When his eyes connected with yours he must have seen how close you were to the edge of the abyss, that all that he needed to do was give you a little push. So he cupped one of your wet cheeks and prepared to strike.

"Pretty girl, I hope you learned your lesson. You should know by now there's no getting away. Not now, not ever" he shortened the distance between your faces, nuzzling your nose with his as another gasp left your mouth when you felt the cold hardness of the kevlar covering his chest rubbing against your bare breasts.

" We can play all you want my sweet, but it's always going to end the same-" holding your hips tightly he hiked both of your legs, securing them around his waist - "- with me buried between this pretty legs while I make you cry out my name and forget yours"

"Please Bruce- "

Your complaint was silenced by his mouth devouring yours, a guttural sound reverberating inside his chest.

The night went darker as the course bark pressed into the naked skin of your back. But the roughness was mismatched by the way he held you close, pillowing your head with his large hand, carefully manhandling you to not hit the hardness of the tree while you arched in silent surrendering pleasure.

Sweet nothings were whispered, his lips spreading venom as he mapped your skin and you continued to drink the malevolent potion of his love. He poisoned your heart, mind and soul until you murmured, mewled and shouted his name at the voiceless moon, stars and woods ever the untelling witnesses.

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UNIVERSITY WITH MENTAL ILLNESS

Mental health and illness is already hard enough, but adding school pressure on top is hard. High school was easier for me since there is a lot more structure and a lot less choice, which is why I'm targeting this towards college and university students.

Firstly is attending class. Getting to class is a major hurdle, especially with a commute like me (1 hour+) broke people problems lmao. Driving that long to go to a class just to drive back home is already exhausting and unpleasant, especially knowing professors will post slides or something after class anyways. But you have to drag yourself there. One thing I do to help is dress up. I'll do my makeup and put on nicer clothes. Why does this work for me? I hate wasting stuff, especially money and to me, putting on makeup is spending money essentially (same logic as using rare items in a video game idk). I can't just sit around the house and waste the money I just put on my face so I gotta go to class. Small things like this to trick your brain works so well. Before this, there was a restaurant I absolutely loved next to campus so if I went to every class for two weeks I would reward myself by going there. Another thing that helps is making plans with people ahead of time. They'll hold you accountable on days that you can't.

Take rest days. Schedule one whole day a week where you don't do school or go to work. It's a day completely off for anything. I use this day to do chores in the morning and then just lay around and do absolutely nothing all afternoon and night. This helps recharge and reduce stimulation and socialization. It gives your brain that little rest it cries for every day. I used to panic so much about this one day because I could be working and making money or studying or doing anything to be productive until I had a week where I couldn't do anything because I broke down completely, mentally and physically. Now I see it as a preservation day. I use this day to recover from everything.

Make your notes pretty. I hate going back and looking at my messy class notes. Everything is scattered and messy and I get frustrated. What I do instead is make a virtual, concise copy that is pretty to me. I'll add little sketches, color, pictures, etc. This helps draw my attention and allows me to study while doing it! Making the second copy forces you to go through the material after a class is over and review the material to decide what is truly important and then organize it all and then rewrite it all. This has been a huge help.

Use class breaks to snack or grab coffee. One thing I have found in many people with high anxiety is that food and drinks really help calm you down. I've found some research suggesting it's because food is a signal that things are safe and therefore makes you more relaxed, though I don't know much about anthropology and psychology fields. I find this really helps to calm me down after I had a very stressful test so that I can be more present for the next class. Gum helps a lot on high anxiety/panic days as well.

Download the notes or slides, especially if posted ahead of time. This way you have access even if you don't have wifi. You can even pull them up in lectures so you don't have to focus on the board the whole time. For my people with autism, this has helped me so much. There are times where you can't focus on the professor and the slides and the sounds and writing, so doing this cuts out having to watch the teacher and the board. Bonus points if you can record during lecture as well so you can revisit parts that you zoned out in or couldn't focus on.

Keep a journal or diary and list your activities, food, weather, etc in it as well as your mood. This can help you find correlations to hack shit. My favorite way of doing this is through the Daylio app (I wrote a post about it here). Like I notice that days when it's rainy, I study and read more and days where I walk more and eat breakfast, I focus better and am happier overall. This information helps so much. If I know it's going to rain tomorrow, I won't try to force myself to study a bunch today and instead save that energy for later. Instead, I'll take care of myself and go for a walk or something. Knowing how you work and why really makes a HUGE difference.

This might just be my autism brain, but finding cool things related to the topic at hand has helped me keep interest in at least a little of the subject, helping me study more. Like I don't like chimaeras (a fish group) BUT for some reason I love fish teeth and these fishes have a very unique tooth set. This at least let's me know something instead of just ignoring and forgetting everything. 20% is better than nothing.

Find a reason to study what you do, even if it's just that you need this class to graduate. Just taking classes for no reason seems like something neurotypical people are able to do. I can't do it. I need a reason and if I can't find one, I just give up. I used to always say it was useless and pointless and didn't understand why it was required. But I realized the reason to take it is because I want a piece of paper that says I traded lots of money and sanity for it. And that reason has to be good enough.

Make study games. Games are more fun than lifeless paper. Matching games, crosswords, coloring pages, whatever you like!

Feel free to add your tips to this post as well!! I always have room for improvement and experimentation, especially for really hard days. I still find myself skipping even online classes some days. No one had all the answers or has everything figured out. This is just an incomplete list of things that have helped me out a bit and made college life a bit easier.

[ghostlykeyes]

Can we get denji and aki takin care of u when ur sick?? <3

Denji

The first thing Denji does when you tell him you think you're getting sick is tell you that you'd better milk the hell out of it. "Take a bunch of days off," he suggests, even if all you're dealing with is the sniffles. "I'll hafta take time off to take care of ya, too, obviously," he says, and once he's committed to being your nurse there's no stopping him. He calls in for at least a week. (It's only because he wants to look after you. It has nothing to do with the fact that he just bought a new video game and he's been dying to play it, of course.)

Denji rushes out to the nearest convenience store for supplies, and even if you give him a list, he comes back with at least three full bags. He just grabs two of everything—zinc lozenges, cough syrup, allergy pills, alka-seltzers. "If you take, like, all of this at once I figured you'd probably get better instantly or something," he justifies, completely serious, and you make a mental note to explain to him that's not how medicine works when you're feeling better. For now, at least you're not going to run out of anything.

Your every wish is Denji's command. He's a sucker for you normally, but seeing your face flushed and eyes puffy and voice all scratchy tugs at his chest in a way he doesn't like much, and he's determined to make you comfy as possible. He'll rub your back, fluff your pillows, watch whatever you want on TV (even if he hates the show), and run to the other side of Tokyo to pick up lunch from your favorite carry-out place. Denji will do anything; all you have to do is ask.

Unless you specifically ask to be left alone, Denji cuddles you through your illness. He'll warm you up when the chills hit, hold a fan three inches from your face when you're sweating through your clothes, and just holds you any time in between. Plan on taking care of him, too, once you're feeling better, because he gets too close not to catch whatever you've come down with.

Aki

The moment you say "Good morning" to him and Aki hears the stuffiness in your voice, he knows you've come down with something. "If you're sick," he tells you, "you should go back to bed." He's stern when you're ill, but it's just because he knows what you need to get better. He won't rest until you're tucked into bed, you've taken some medicine, and you're trying to sleep.

Aki doesn't need a thermometer to tell if you're sick. He presses his lips to your forehead, resting against your flushed skin for a moment. If your skin's hot against his lips he knows you have a fever.

Ever the cook, Aki makes you a delicious, easy-on-the-stomach meal. He knows it's not as tasty when you can't season it properly, so he promises to make you your favorite meal when you're feeling better as long as you try to finish your food now. He also always has the perfect herbal tea on hand for whatever ails you, and makes a cup of that for you as well.

If you're too sick to focus on TV, Aki pulls a chair up next to your bed and reads to you. He doesn't mind if you fall asleep, or can't completely pay attention. He just wants to be a comforting presence for you, and his gentle, low voice narrating a good book definitely qualifies as comforting.

Aki doesn't want to catch what you've got, so don't expect him to crawl in bed with you at the end of the day. Instead, he pulls an air mattress out of storage and plops it down next to your bed. He won't completely cut you off, though; if you dangle a clammy, sick hand off the edge of the bed, he'll wind his fingers through yours and hold your hand 'til morning.

Aki's not squeamish. He doesn't mind dealing with all the gross parts of being sick, so if you need something, don't be embarrassed; just ask. Aki dutifully empties your barf bucket, changes the sheets if you sweat through them. and carries you to the bathroom if you don't think you can make it by yourself. He's gentle, and kind, and he'll never make you feel bad or gross for anything that happens while you're sick. If you start to fuss, he'll quickly shut it down; "It's okay," he reassures, "it happens to everyone when they're sick. Forget about it and just rest."

[katelynnwrites]

pairing: Ona Batlle x f!Reader

warnings: pregnancy, injury and angst

word count: 2042

summary: she couldn’t have known, she couldn’t have known and you don’t blame her for it at all

a/n: this is the first part of this series

You Couldn’t Have Known

Ona coughs, leaning back into your arms weakly.

‘Shhh.’ You rub her back as she leans forward, emptying the contents of the stomach into the toilet bowl. She coughs again, wincing as she tastes bile in her mouth.

The Spanish girl reaches for the cup of water you hold, sipping it shakily.

‘Ona you can’t play today.’ You tell her and she groans, putting the cup away.

‘I know.’ She reluctantly admits, disappointment clear in her voice.

‘I’m sorry.’ You tell her, smoothing her hair back.

Ona’s body had been struggling to adapt to the pregnancy, the morning sickness taking its toll on her.

When you’d first decided to have a child together, the plan was always for you to carry the baby. But then you had gotten injured and after six months of recovery, you were just about back playing at your full fitness level. It was too soon for you to take a break again.

Ona had then decided that she wanted to be the one to get pregnant and she had adamantly insisted on it. You’d relented only because you knew how she had thought it through and was already sure of her decision.

When you had talked it over seriously with her, she had simply told you that nothing had changed except that the plan was reversed. You two had always planned for two children and now she would carry the first and you the second.

The both of you hadn’t told anyone yet, the pregnancy was still so new and there were so many things that could go wrong and honestly, Ona wanted to enjoy what little playing time she had left.

******

The downside of not telling anyone was that Marc had no idea.

Ona had passed it off as a bad case of food poisoning and thinking that a week’s recovery had been sufficient, Marc had put her in the starting eleven for an upcoming game.

You weren’t so sure if that was the right decision but there was no getting Ona out of the roster without revealing the truth.

With Hannah, Kirsty and Millie out with injuries, the team was short on reliable defenders.

Ona’s morning sickness had become better but she was still slightly out of it. Her reflexes were slower and she was struggling to play at her usual pace. With her lower energy levels, she often fell asleep immediately after coming home from training

Still, as she had not thrown up all morning, she was determined to play.

******

You caught her chewing some gum in the locker rooms before the game and she quietly admitted that she was feeling slightly queasy.

However, she had reassured you that other than that she was feeling perfectly fine and up to playing.

‘Promise me that you won’t make any unnecessary slide tackles.’

‘Even though you think I look sexy when I do?’ She laughs, making you roll your eyes briefly.

Trust the Spanish girl to remember the offhand comment you had made one training session years ago.

Ona kisses you, seeing the worry in your gaze.

‘I promise mi amor. The baby and I will be alright.’ She murmurs, unconsciously touching her still flat stomach.

‘Okay.’

Accepting her answer, you make sure no one’s looking before kissing her and then pushing up her jersey to press a kiss onto her stomach.

******

The game starts off as usual, the other team coming at yours with the expected intensity.

You focus on passing the ball to Ella and Ivana, all the while keeping an eye on Ona.

By half time, it’s evident that she’s tiring.

******

Before the whistle blows again, you notice Marc pull her aside.

You’re too far away to hear the conversation but you see her shake her head firmly and immediately know what he’s asking her.

From her response, it was clear what her answer was.

******

The moment the whistle blew, Ona struggled to keep up. You knew she was already exhausted and the mounting pressure does her no favours.

The way the Arsenal players marked her, you could tell that they saw it too.

A minute later and she’s pushed to the ground with challenge from Beth Mead.

She lays there a few seconds longer than she normally would, chest rising and falling as she tries to catch her breath.

You’re about to make your way over when she pushes herself to her feet, giving you a reassuring glance.

She’s breathing hard but she nods her head at the referee, asking for play to be continued.

Right then, you should have known better and insisted she be subbed out.

******

With fifteen minutes left on the clock, the tension was high as your team lined up for a corner kick.

The referee blows her whistle and players of both teams rush towards it.

From behind you, there’s a pained scream and the referee is blowing her whistle again.

Pushing your way past the other players, you see a limp form on the ground.

Your stomach drops as you immediately recognise who it is.

Rushing to her side, you check on the Spanish girl.

‘Ona. Hey love, look at me.’

She sluggishly does, eyes barely open as she blinks slowly. Ona opens and closes her mouth, as if she’s trying to form words but nothing’s coming out.

Everything slows to a stop around you as her hand finds yours, squeezing it shakily.

‘The baby.’ She mumbles, tugging on your hand weakly.

The medic who’s just arrived stares at you, pausing to check if he heard right.

‘She’s pregnant.’

That’s all he needs as he yells for a stretcher. Your teammates gasp at the news and you squeeze Ona’s hand tightly.

‘Fuck.’ Ivana curses beside you, her worry increasing tenfold with the words you had just said out loud. She knew the both of you had been trying but she hadn’t known that her best friend was pregnant. She’d simply assumed that Ona’s poor performance was due to her still recovering from her ‘food poisoning’.

‘I’m sorry.’ Ona cries, trying to hold onto you as they lift her up.

‘You’re fine. You’re both going to be fine.’ You say, trying your best to calm her down. Trying your best to calm yourself down.

Katie had run off to talk to Marc at the sidelines. She must have told him what you’d said because he immediately gestures at you to go.

You do, going off the field with Ona, holding her hand in yours as the Spanish girl sobs.

It all goes dark for her a second later.

******

Touching her hand, you kiss the back of it.

Right on her tattoo, ‘Why not?’

Ona had always been determined, stubborn almost in pushing boundaries and pushing herself. It was one of the many things you loved about her.

She had got that tattoo done as a reminder to keep challenging herself but now you think you should have reasoned with her more. You should have made it a point of insisting she be subbed out or better yet, stayed home to rest and not played at all.

Rubbing circles onto her palm, you anxiously rest your head on her bed, waiting for her to open her eyes.

Her long brown hair is spread over the pillow, skin slightly paler than its usual tanned shade. God, you would do anything to make sure her and the baby were okay.

Maybe someone out there is listening because Ona stirs, groaning softly as she frowns.

‘Ona? Wake up love.’ You softly urge her.

She blinks slowly, clearly disoriented as she tries to adjust to the bright hospital lighting.

‘Me duele la cabeza.’ She mumbles and you press the button beside her bed that calls for a nurse.

She continues speaking incoherently in Spanish as you try to keep up.

Whenever she was tired or sleepy, she often unconsciously reverted back to her first language. That usually wasn’t a problem for you because she had taught you Spanish but her slurred words were making it hard for you to understand.

‘Ona? I’m here. It’s me okay?’

You can see the moment she finally focuses because her hand flies to her middle.

‘My baby. Is our baby okay? Dios mío I-’

Her panic and fear is evident and the heart monitor beeps, showing her heart rate increasing rapidly.

Grabbing her hands before she accidentally pulls her IV needle out, you force her to look at you.

‘Ona. Listen to me. The baby is fine. The baby is fine.’

You’d purposely repeated the last sentence to make sure it gets through to her, putting extra emphasis on it.

Ona stills before a choked sob escapes her. Tears are streaming down her face as she grips your hand.

‘Oh mi amor.’ You breathe, your free hand wiping away her tears.

‘I’m sorry. I-I should have listened to you. I knew you didn’t want me to play but I was so stubborn. I could have h-hurt our baby.’ She stammers, crying even harder as she remembers what happened.

‘It’s not your fault mi amor. The baby is perfectly alright now and you will be too. We just have to be more careful and take it slow now okay?’

Ona sniffles, calming down slightly as she tries to breathe evenly.

You gently trace your thumb down the side of her face to her jaw, squeezing her hand in yours.

The nurse and doctor enter then and you feel rather than see Ona stiffen.

‘Okay Ms Batlle. Your test results have come back and it shows that you have a mild concussion. You were also a little dehydrated but that was resolved with the fluids we gave you.’

Your wife nods, the remnants of her tears making the doctor smile kindly.

‘Your baby is good, just be advised that it would be much safer for them if you took things slower now. You need lots of rest and I would encourage you to try not to cause any more undue stress. Especially in the first trimester.’

‘Okay.’ Ona says softly and you can see how serious she is.

‘Now that all that is sorted, I would like to conduct an ultrasound. Just to check on the little one.’ The doctor adds.

The Spanish girl glances at you and you give her a reassuring smile.

‘Will I be able to see my baby?’ She asks, hand touching her stomach instinctively.

The doctor hums, checking her chart before looking back up.

‘Your wife has said that you should be around eight weeks pregnant so yes I’m fairly confident we will be able to see the foetus and hear their heartbeat.’

For the first time since the accident, you see Ona smile, reassuring you more than anything else could.

******

‘It’s cold.’ Ona mumbles as the nurse squeezes some gel on her stomach.

You kiss the top of her head as her grip on your hand tightens.

‘Alright Ms Batlle, you may feel a little bit of pressure when I move the wand around but it will in no way, harm the baby.’ The doctor explains as she turns the screen towards the both of you.

Ona nods tentatively, gasping softly when the doctor touches her stomach with the wand. She moves it around and slowly the image on the screen becomes clearer.

A little white shape on a grey background.

‘That’s our baby.’ Ona breathes in awe, unable to tear her eyes away from the screen.

You stare at it, tears unknowingly making their way down your face.

‘And we can hear their heartbeat.’ The doctor smile, flicking a switch as the most beautiful sound fills the room.

A steady thump thump thump that causes Ona to sob, covering her face with her hands.

‘You’re okay. You’re okay.’ She repeats, relief washing over her.

She cries as you pull her into a kiss, cupping your cheeks and leaning her forehead against yours.

‘Congratulations, your baby is perfectly healthy.’ The doctor says after examining the image.

Discreetly, she types on her keyboard to print out a sonogram picture for you to keep.

Ona intertwines your fingers with hers, resting them on top of her stomach. On top of your baby, whose steady heartbeat is finally putting the two of you at ease.

Spanish Translations:

‘Me duele la cabeza.’ - ‘My head hurts.’

dios mío - my god

mi amor - my love

[jgoddesstarot]

Pick-A-Pile: How Will You & Your Future Spouse Spend Sunday Mornings? 💋 (18+ only)

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🔮 How to select a pile: Close your eyes, focus on the question in your mind, and take three deep breaths--slowly inhaling & exhaling. Open your eyes after the third exhale and let your eyes scan the images again until they land (or keep being drawn to) one. It's OK to pick multiple piles.

🔮How I read: I use a mix of tarot cards, oracle cards, along with my intuitive abilities of claircognizance, clairaudience, and clairsentience.

🔮Pile 1:

You and your future spouse (fs) are going to let it flow on Sunday mornings. I see Sundays snuggled in bed, sipping coffee, lazy sex, and slow & sloppy blow jobs👅😋. There will be alot of mutual of oral satisfaction happening between you and your fs as you enjoy this relaxing time together after a hectic week.

Some one here (either you or your fs) like to mix food & sex. I see Hershey's chocolate sauce being drizzled on various body parts and sensually licked off😏

Even when you two have kids, I see you being able to schedule and carve out sexy time together in private.

🔮Pile 2:

Fresh air, farmer's markets, and a relaxing drive along a scenic country road is how you and your future spouse (fs) like to spend your Sunday mornings. I'm getting exhibitionist vibes from this pile.

Trying knew places to eat and being out in places you usually don't have time to go during your busy week is what you all like to do.

Discovering new things together is something you and your fs enjoy, and sex on a lovely blanket in an open field surrounded by nature is a favorite way for you two to end your jaunts on Sunday mornings.

Slow, mesmerizing strokes with the feminine on top is what I see. She knows how to ride😌 and the masculine in this connection always enjoys her toe-curling techniques.

Both you and your fs are refreshed and rejuvenated after your jaunts on Sunday mornings😁

🔮Pile 3:

You are my most traditional pile. I feel you and your future spouse (fs) are religious and go to Sunday service (i.e. Catholic Mass or Protestant Service) on Sunday mornings. This doesn’t feel forced, this feels like you two were raised in certain faiths and continue to honor your beliefs into marriage.

I see alot of order and structure with this dynamic, but it's mutual. Therefore you and your fs wake up early on Sunday mornings (like 5am) for pillow talk & to discuss the plan for the day. (For some who picked this pile, I'm sensing one of you could be in the military 🪖).

Well, while discussing your plans, this is when you get your sexy time in😏. Since traditional is what I see, I see the masculine giving the feminine some oral sex first to get her in the mood, then climbing on top of her for missionary position.

Oh, don't mistake it, you and your fs have and intense (but discreet & proper😌) sex life. Both parties orgasm because your fs has an amazing stroke game🙂

After a few quick kisses, you both proceed to shower, wake up the kids, and get ready for church ⛪ 😇

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[riddlerxl]

it was all cold except for the laughter

Pairing: Edward Nashton | the Riddler x GN!Reader

Rating: Mature (18+)

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: nothing really just mention of murder

Summary: halloween night comes and with it brings surprises

A/N: Part 3 to THIS (link to part 1 hehe). side note, there may be spelling/grammar mistakes. I did not proof read 0-0 also thank you to Mo and SNT for helping me brainstorm

After that night Edward walked you home, something changed between the two of you. You didn’t realize at first but he was the only person you talked to outside of coworkers. Yet the same applied to him. The suspicion you held of him being a recluse was only confirmed as your conversations went on. It was childish to admit but you had a somewhat innocent crush on him. Two whole weeks of the two of you trauma dumping to one another went by in a flash. Before you knew it, you sustained a decent amount of facts about him. Those facts being: he was an orphan who got fucked over by Thomas Wayne’s Renewal plan, grew out of the system, at age 18 he graduated High School as the salutatorian of his class, and went to community college and earned a bachelor's of science degree with a focus in finance while minoring in biochemistry. Edward was smart. It was obvious by the way he wrote you brain teasers at the start of every book you two exchanged. The answer would be on the last page of the novel with some cocky remark asking if you had solved it with no help. You would be lying if you said yes. 

If you had to use one word to describe Edward, it would be calculated.

wait for me @ the diner tonight. i’ll be there around 10.

Halloween Night. 12 AM.

The diner has never felt this lonely in months. The muted tiles wail out to you. Edward was supposed to be here hours ago. It was unlike him to stand you up. This wasn’t a date by any means; however, the prior commitment had you hopeful. You begin to get agitated. Actually, you had dressed up tonight. As childish as it may be, you thought it would be charming. In the middle of your thought process, the door to the diner slammed open. You jump, believing the place was about to get robbed. Wouldn’t that just make your night so much better? Yet the familiar messy brown hair puts your anxiety at ease.

Edward storms in, disgruntled. His hair is a mess, face red. He sits down near you, not making eye contact. It hurts you. For a man who told you he never felt seen in his life, it was odd for him to ignore you. He orders his usual as police cars rush by. The sirens are headache inducing. You move to the seat right next to him. Sitting, you break the silence.

“Well?” You ask, the annoyance clear.

Slowly, he turns his head to greet you. His irritated expression softens upon seeing your face. Whatever he was feeling before was gone and now guilt had built a residence inside of him. You give him a heartbroken look. Either he talks a big game over text or you’re going to get screwed over by the cute, mysterious diner guy. Yet he looks to you sincerely. Something was not right. There was a difference in his attitude.

“Y/N. You waited.” He answers breathlessly, “I didn’t think you would!”

Smiling, he takes your hands into his own. This was unlike him. Yet you did not question things yet. Deliberately, he rubs his right thumb over the palm of your left hand. Cold, calloused hands caress yours. The diner and sounds of Gotham city fade as you look into his frozen eyes. The crazed look he offers you is enough to have your stomach in knots. Your gut is screaming for you to run off. Something was obviously off with Edward. The way he grabbed your hands was what set you off. 

“Of course I did.” You respond, chewing on your bottom lip while pulling your hands away from his. “Edward, I have to go.”

“Alone? It’s Halloween night, y/n. Aren’t you a bit scared of who could be lurking in the shadows?” He teases.

Instead of staying to chat like you expected, you find yourself preparing to leave. So much for waiting. While you pack, he silently stares at you. Something in his eyes wails toward malice and resentment. You never did anything to hurt him. You even stayed. Waited. Once you’re all packed up, he grabs your arm with a tight grasp. The shitty television in the diner is interrupted with breaking news, the mayor was murdered in his home. So much for walking home on your own with confidence. Your eyes are taken off the television when you hear the sickly sweet voice of Edward besides you.

“At least let me walk you home again?”

You want to run away from him but you’re reminded of the pleasant few months the two of you shared. He’s still your friend. Defending him in your mind, you can’t help but feel sorry for him. All the miserable details of his unfortunate life made him like this. Before you could think it through logically, you are already nodding in agreement. Edward gets up, taking your hand into his. There is confidence in his stride. As the two of you walk out of the diner, all you can think about is this new Edward. 

Walking past the iceberg lounge, you lean into him and squeeze his arm. He chuckles to himself and squeezes your arm tighter. None of this made sense. This wasn’t Edward, this wasn’t you. By the way the two of you walk near one another, anyone can confuse you and Edward as a couple. Thank god Gotham seems to be quiet tonight. 

Upon reaching your apartment complex, he lets you go. No words had been shared during the whole walk. That was odd. This was fucking odd! The two of you stand in the orange street light, looking and waiting for any signs of life and normalcy. He still has the crazed eyes. You notice his glasses are crooked. While waiting for the other to make some sort of move, you fix his glasses. He takes this opportunity to collide his lips with yours. It’s a needy, desperate kiss. He would pull back, taking a deep breath before continuing to clumsily kiss you. His hands reach and cup your cheeks. Before you can get a word out, he’s already pulling back and placing his forehead against yours. You look into his eyes, frozen.

“You’re far too good for this city. Too precious. I can’t imagine why you would stay here.” He whispers, smirking. “Your eyes are hypnotic. You’re smart, alluring, and far too innocent for any of this. Aren’t you scared y/n? Living alone in this big bad city? You’re different.” 

You push him back, taken out of your own hypnotic gaze. Being kissed by Edward was… something. It left a knot in your stomach. You didn’t dislike it; however, you didn’t expect it. Yet, Edward stumbles back with your push. He looks at you, offended. You’re trying to think of what to say to him; but, your mouth is working faster than your brain.

“What the fuck?” You laugh out, running a hand through your hair. “What the fuck, Edward? First you show up late and act surprised I wouldn’t show up? And now.. Now you fucking kiss me! What is your problem?!” 

You hadn’t noticed at first but your voice is raised. To be fair, it felt like you were losing your mind. It was as if he was gaslighting you for months. Who was he? Who did he think he was? Yet he’s crawling back to you like a kicked puppy. Edward walks up to you, eyes watering. Whatever haze he was in, it seemed like he was snapped out of it. 

“Ah- I’m sorry.” He says softly, “Please don’t be mad at me I-I…” He cuts himself off. He looks at you with wide, soft eyes. “Don’t leave me like everyone else.”

You don’t want to entertain him. You’re already pissed. But in a way, you understand how goddamn lonely this city can get. Conflicted feelings rise in your chest. One part of you wants to scream at him to leave you alone while the other actually enjoys the kiss and wants to kiss him again. At this point, seeing him broken hurts you.

The rain starts to pick up as the two of you stand outside of your apartment. Despite all your primal instincts to stay safe, you invite him inside of your apartment.

“Actually, uh, I can’t I gotta- um- gotta go.” He says, running off into the night. 

He leaves you standing in the pouring rain with a question on your mind. What the actual fuck just happened?

[gertritude-art]

Progress Update...?

I mentioned this a while back, but here is the aforementioned progress update on the visual novel I’ve been working on!!  I wanted to get more done before I wrote this up, but college unfortunately keeps getting in the way (I have a month and a half left until I graduate, and I’ve been very busy because of it).  

Anyway, I still don't have an exact measure on how fully complete the ENTIRE thing is, but here is what I have done so far.  I've split the game up into the five broad sections I've been imagining it in my head (they are not equal in length):

OPENING 

This section covers the entire set-up of the game’s premise.  All of it takes place out in the woods.

writing: 50% complete, but fully planned - this percentage used to be larger until I had to scrap most of what I had written and start again :’) Honestly, it probably is more than 50% complete, but I’m giving the low estimate since I have a tendency to scrap large sections of writing in the editing process.

backgrounds: 100% complete!

CGS: cannot say until I’m fully finished writing it, unfortunately :(

MIDDLE

This section features Mordred running around his school’s Homecoming dance and meeting lots of odd characters.  Most of it takes place in the school, but you can visit the woods if you want to.

writing: 70% complete - this was the section I was trying to fully finish before this update, but school got in the way :’) Should be done by the end of next week, though!

backgrounds: Only one left to complete, which I have been putting off for months.  Please lend me your strength.

CGS: There are none in this section!  So I will call it 100% complete :^)

CLIMAX

A relatively short but very important section where lots of little pieces come together.  Can’t say anything other than that.

^ non-spoiler image that technically spoils this section but not in the way you would think 

writing: 50%-ish done; it’s quite short, though, and will probably only take about two days for me to write, once I sit down and focus on it.

backgrounds: This section re-uses backgrounds, but makes heavy use of the one I haven’t drawn yet.  We’ll call it... 40% done for this reason.

CGS: There are quite a few in this section, but I only have three done.  We will see how many more I need...

ENDGAME

Cannot describe this section without massive spoilers, but i can basically say it’s like:

mordred sowing: ha ha, yeah, this is so epic

mordred reaping: hey what the fuck is this

Including this story section of the game has granted me a massive amount of extra work, but I will force myself to do it if it means that the story will be stronger.  Anyway

^ spoiler-free image that describes this section

writing: ???% done - I made a massive change to its structure recently and now I need to see how much extra I need to write and how much I can keep

CGS: 0% done... this is a CG heavy section too, I imagine, so I can feel the pain already

backgrounds: either 0% or 50% done, depending on whether I go with one specific plot choice...

Most of the uncertainly in this section has come from me knowing exactly what plot elements I need, but struggling to find the best way to have these elements come together.  This will probably be the section I put off the longest.  I have to include it though because it has one scene I started writing back in october and god damn it i WILL have this scene finished

EPILOGUE

writing: 40%-ish done - this is a pretty short section, though, so it won’t take me long to finish it once I fully dedicate my time to it! backgrounds: 50%-ish done; this re-uses backgrounds from the middle section, but with characters drawn in different places - so, it won’t take that long to do, once I finally do it! CGS: 0% done.  The good news, though, is that I only need one CG!  I just haven’t drawn it yet :)

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OTHER STUFF

SPRITES

- There are some edits to be made, but all the base sprites for the characters + many of the expressions are basically done.  At the moment, all that’s left is to draw some expressions for the characters, and then fully implement them into the game once everything is written.

ITEMS

- all drawn B) I still need to implement most of the point-and-click sections, though!

SOUND DESIGN

- leaving this until the end :(  I'll probably spend, like, two weeks straight on it lol ;w;

MENUS

- I will be honest.  I’ve been putting these off until the very end.  Literally the lowest on my list of priorities.

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IN CONCLUSION

This story has gone through quite a few changes since I had the first idea for it back in July.  At the moment, it’s only about 22,000 words long - although, I imagine I’ve written at least double+ that, if you count everything I’ve written and then rewritten/cut out from the final product.  I honestly don’t mind all the revisions I’ve made - I think they were necessary to figure out the best way to tell this story, and what words I’ve kept, I’m incredibly happy with.  

I had this lofty idea of finishing the game by the time I graduated (which, as of now, is in exactly six weeks), but it seems that this, unfortunately, will not be the case.  (This is an unfortunate habit I’ve always had, called “I have literally no idea how long things take and what I assume will take an hour will actually take, like, five days or something.”)  

I am still going to try to get as much as I can done by that time, though.  Hopefully, things will be a lot more complete by then :’)

Anyway, thank you to anyone who has stuck around to read this.  I appreciate your support of my creative adventures, even when it has taken me so long.

See you later,

- Gert

[svu-ncis-criminalminds]

Audiobook

Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader

Word count : 962

“Alright?” Your eyes flicked away from the window of the jet where you had been watching the clouds pass, and landed on the man taking the seat opposite of you. You smiled slightly and nodded, eyes returning to the window.

“I’m alright. Tired.” You admitted, meeting Spencer’s eyes in his reflection in the glass. “You?”

“I’m alright,” He agreed, nodding slightly before reopening his book - however, he didn’t go back to reading, his eyes remained on you, “Why don’t you try to sleep?” You broke eye contact with the clouds once more and turned to look at Spencer.

“I don’t sleep well while moving, planes, trains, cars, never really been able to sleep in them.” You admitted, lifting one shoulder before letting it drop. “I usually just listen to music.”

“Why aren’t you?”

“Broke my earbuds,” You smirked sheepishly, and Spencer chuckled, shaking his head at you.

“Do you want to borrow a book?” Spencer offered, hand automatically going to his bag to rummage for another book, but you waved him off.

“No, I’m fine,” You assured, “reading case files is hard enough sometimes,”

“Motion sickness?”

“I suppose, it doesn’t bother me unless I’m trying to focus on something - like reading or falling asleep,”

“What about an audiobook?” Spencer pressed, and you hummed, you hadn’t thought of that. You usually enjoyed reading a physical book, however, he had a good point.

“That might work,” You agreed finally, nodding, “I’ll have to remember to get one when I get knew earbuds.”

You didn’t remember, to do either task, as the next day you were back on another long flight across the country to go consult on a case on Colorado. Things were wrapped up by the end of the week, and everyone agreed to leave first thing in the morning.

“Did you get new earbuds?” Spencer asked as you all made your way to the motel rooms you had barely used over the course of the case.

“No,” Shaking your head, you stopped at your door, “I didn’t have time, it’s alright, I’ll just do what I did last time.” You assured him, and he raised an eyebrow at you, stopping in front of the door next to yours, key card in hand.

“Which was?”

“Stare out the window and zone out?” He shook his head chuckling, and you smiled before swiping your card and opening the door, “Goodnight, Spence, see you tomorrow,”

“Goodnight, Y/N.” Spencer watched you disappear into your room, door shutting, as his brain ran a mile a minute. Finally, he turned away from his own door and hurried down the hallway - formulating a plan.

The next morning came too quickly, and soon you found yourself boarding the plane in a half-asleep haze. You took your usual seat and collapsed into it, getting comfortable. Everyone else settled as well, Morgan falling almost immediately back to sleep, Hotch and Rossi towards the front, talking amongst themselves, in the seats behind them Emily and JJ were playing a game of cards. Spencer dropped down in the seat next to you, and you glanced away from the rest of your team.

“Hey,” He smiled, and you returned it sleepily, resting your chin in your hand, pacing your elbow on the table in front of you.

“Hey,”

“I got you something,” He admitted, almost sheepishly, as he reached into his bag.

“Hm?” You sat up slightly straighter, watching him carefully. Finally, Spencer produced something, and set it on the table in front of you. “It’s an old tape recorder, I borrowed in from the police station, so the audio is going to be terrible. It also only held two hours worth, so it’s not the whole book,” He explained quickly, as you picked the device up, turning it in your hands. “I got you earbuds for it too,” He pointed, and you smiled, nodding, as you picked the earbuds up, “If you don’t like the book, I understand, I just-” You cut him off quickly.

“It’s wonderful. Spencer, it’s incredible. Thank you,” You reached over, giving the man a quick half-hug before sitting back in your seat with a grin - his cheeks went a bit pink, and you smiled wider, “thank you,” You repeated, “this is one of the most thoughtful gifts I’ve ever gotten,” the pink on his cheeks darkened and Spencer cleared his throat, nodding quickly.

“I’m happy you like it, Y/N,” You excitedly put the earbuds in and connected them to the tape recorder before settling back in your seat, Spencer opening his own book next to you. You glanced out the window and placed play, smiling to yourself when the static-y recording began.

“Uh, wait, hold on,” Came the muffled voice of Spencer, there was a click and the static became slightly quieter, “Is this better?” it was, you chuckled softly to yourself, another click, “Okay, I think this is as good as it gets, hello Y/N, uhm, welcome to my first audiobook. So, the book is 1984 by George Orwell,” There was a short pause, and you heard the turning of a page, “It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.”

You’d tried audiobooks before in the past, and never liked them, you couldn’t get as lost in them as reading it yourself. But there was something so calming about being read to by your friend, and before you knew it you were being lulled into sleep. When your head fell forward, Spencer glanced over at you and smiled to himself - his chest ached with a feeling that he had never felt before you. A feeling he was quickly beginning to understand was utter love.

[international-kpopfan]

When You Hold Onto Their Hand For The First Time - Ateez Reaction

Summary |  Members reaction reader holding their hand.

Genre | pure fluff, idol! boyfriend.

Warnings | if you can't handle fluff, don't read.

Pairing | Reader x Ateez members.

WC | 2.7K

Note | Requested by @littleunicornia

Original request |  When You Hold Onto Their Hand For The First Time - ateez

Masterlist / Request Rules / Upcoming

Requests open!

You are in the studio, as usual, you try to get Hongjoong out of his familiar environment. Several phone calls, messages, and even after calling Wooyoung to get him out of there you went to the studio yourself to see what keeps him so busy.

Currently, you're sitting on the couch behind him leaning against the wall with your phone in your hands, a simple game like Fiends will keep you busy for as long as Hongjoong needs.

"Ten minutes, I promise."

Looking at the clock, you shake your head. Those ten minutes have already flown by three times. You slip your phone into the pocket of your hoodie, which is Hongjoong's hoodie, and focus your gaze on Hongjoong, hoping the staring will distract him and eventually take you home for the well-deserved movie night he's been promising for two weeks.

And also after a few minutes of staring, which resulted in a slight headache, you get up from the couch and stand next to him.

"Honey, ten minutes, really," he mumbles and taps a little more on his keyboard. His fingers fly over the keyboard, tap here and there, and his right-hand moves back to the mouse. Those movements, your boyfriend who can't tell the time, and your need to lie on the couch with him all ensure that a simple yet risky plan is forged in your brain. This is the first time if the plan succeeds.

"I don't know what universe you're in, but ten minutes isn't 30 minutes on Earth darling."

You can hear him sigh, he slowly nods his head where his attention remains on the computer screen.

While he is busy shuffling the computer mouse, you place your hand on his. His movement stops, his gaze slowly slides from the computer to you. Two pairs of eyes stare at each other, and you see this as a sign to take it a step further. You gently squeeze his hand and out of automaticity, he lets go of the computer mouse.

A smile appears on his face. As far as he can, he shuts down the computers without letting go of your hand. He didn't expect you to do this, since his hectic schedule and your student life hadn't pushed you to that level yet.

"Sorry I ruined another date," he mumbles as you walk towards the door, he locks the studio and you walk towards the exit together.

"Ah, it got us somewhere again," and you hold up your intertwined hands.

The boys invited you to a slumber party at their dorm, which is doomed to be chaotic and a mess for sure. Seonghwa puts his mattress next to yours, a few whistles echo around the room but you both shrug it off. You are nervous, not sure if this is the right step to take in your relationship. ''Don't worry, if they do something I will haunt them down''. A small smile covers your face and your face lit up instantly when you notice Wooyoung walking in with some snacks for the movie.

You hear some rustling around you, not sure if you are dreaming or the boys are just extremely active in their sleep. ''Let her sleep, come on Seonghwa''. You feel some movement next to you as if your body longs to contact, your hand grabs the first thing it comes in contact with and holds in tightly.

''Awh, look at that, she doesn't want you to leave'', a voice you recognize as Jongho's, and a light chuckle leaves his lips.

You hear some more movements and the person next to you tries to move his boys in a way that you don't wake up. Seonghwa doesn't want you to wake up, but on the other side, he wants to see your reaction to the fact you are holding his hand tightly. You are not a person that is very cuddly, or into skinship at all so this comes as a surprise for all of the boys.

Slowly you open your eyes and are confronted with a flustered Seonghwa, staring at you. You quickly cover your face in the blankets. It's not the first time you had a sleepover but still, it's a thing.

''You are cute, you know that''.

A grumble escapes your lips and he chuckles.

''Why?. I look like the female Grinch''.

Seonghwa laughs out loud, earning a glare from underneath the top of the blanket. ''Alright, sorry. But there is one thing I want to know''. Slowly you lower the blankets. ''What is that?''.

''Why did you hold my hand all night?'', he asks while wiggling his eyebrows. You roll your eyes, slowly getting up from your position.

''You are not gonna stop talking about it are you?''.

Seonghwka shakes his head while getting up, slowly approaching you near the door. You grab his hand and intertwine your fingers.

''If you want to get used to this, you better shut up''.

You were both walking in a little park near your house. It's been a while since you saw each other, due to your hectic exams at university, his schedule and of course your personal lives. If you had to guess when was the last date you had, you had to say it was a week or three ago.

''Are you okay?'', he asks, a frown covering his forehead, as if he senses something is off. You nod your head while smiling, and you take a sip of your coffee.

''Just thinking''.

Yunho stops, turns around so he is standing right in front of you. He notices a little bench near a tree that is vacant and he mentions for your guys to sit over there.

''So, what are you thinking about?'', he holds his coffee cup in his hands as he watches a few guys with a football run by on their way to the soccer field on the other side of the park.

''Nothing special, just stuff''.

A chuckle escapes his lips, although he doesn't know you for long, he knows that something is up in that beautiful brain of yours.

''Yeah, I don't believe that, but okay, if you don't want to tell. That is fine'', he plays around with the plastic cup in his hand before putting it down on the ground.

A sudden urge to grab his hand comes over you and you act instantly. You grab his left hand with your right one, holding it tightly while observing his facial reaction. A small smile appears on his face, he holds your hand tight and rubs the skin on top of your hand with his thumb. The thought of holding your hand has been on his mind since the day he met you a few weeks ago. But he kept his distance, afraid he might scare you away.

''It's really nothing Yunho, I'm happy to be here with you. That is all''.

Yeosang pushes the cart further, slowly strolling behind it while you fill the cart with the stuff you need for dinner tonight. ''Nine people, not twenty'', he chuckles as he watches you running around the convenience store.

''Shut up, you boys eat as if it's the last day on earth, every day''.

After a while, you both reach the register, and Yesoang pays while you try to convince him he shouldn't. ''Don't worry about it, you are standing in the kitchen for the next few hours, not me''. You glare at him while pointing your finger at him.

''Should I be scared now?. Or is this a way of saying that I'm going to help you anyway?''.

You grab the plastic bags and put them in the cart while riding it towards your car. Yeosang walks behind you, smiling from ear to ear at your childish behavior. Sometimes he asks himself if Wooyoung is the cause of it all, being friends with him before you guys met.

''Let's go'', you say after placing the cart back where it belongs and you both get into your car.

While driving, you both talk about everything and anything. Mostly about the food that is in the back of the car. Yeosang taps away on his phone, probably sending messages to the boys about tonight.

''They will be at your place around 8'', he announces and places his arm on the middle console, careless. You slow down on the road, stopping in front of the traffic lights, holding the steering wheel with your left hand, your right hand nervously on your right leg. As if he wants to move.

And he does.

Without even thinking about the consequences you wrap your hand around his, intertwining your fingers as you look forward at the red light. Hoping that it would turn green fast.

''That was smooth'', he chuckles and you both start laughing.

You browse through a few pages of your English History book while waiting for your boyfriend to pick you up from University. Students are walking by every second, on their way home or to their next lecture.

''You don't have classes anymore, stop studying'', you hear the deep voice of your boyfriend suddenly next to you. You jump a little, your hand covers your heart over your blouse, and Mingi chuckles as he sits next to you.

''How is my favorite English teacher?'', he asks, grabbing the book out of your hands, examining it before putting it down with a frown on his face.

''Too many words for me'', he mumbles. You put the book back in your bag, close it and place it on your lap. ''So, what are the plans?''.

Mingi bites his lip while pointing at the sky, the sun is shining and the weather is pleasant enough to stay outside during the day.

''What about ice cream?'', he asks while turning his attention from the sky to you.

At the word ice cream, you jump up, which makes Mingi laugh out loud. A few students look at you both with confused looks, but they shrug it off as soon as Mingi stands up.

''Perks of having a tall boyfriend'', he says, a little louder than he wanted. ''Alright darling, let's get you that ice cream''.

Slowly he starts walking towards the main street, too slow for your liking. You run after him, holding the strap of your bag secure with your right hand as you grab his hand with your left one.

Mingi doesn't have time to react, the force of your running by and holding on to him has him running with you towards the main street.

His eyes are focused on your hands. He never expected you to do this so casually, but he is happy you took the initiative. He is way too scared for your reaction. But maybe he can dare to be a little braver this time.

''Is this what I get for ice cream?. What do I get for dinner?''.

You abruptly stop in front of the ice cream shop.

''I will call San and tell him you stole one of his plushies''.

San smiles as he watches you enter the practice room with a smile on your face. The energy you radiate while entering a room makes him excited just to see you for a few minutes.

You sit next to him against the wall, both scrolling your phone while talking about your day.

''How long can you stay?'', he asks as he sends Wooyoung a selfie from this morning.

''Probably ten minutes, why?''.

Without saying something he stands up, wanting to walk to his manager asking if he could have some extra time with you, but something holds him back.

He turns around and notices your hand grabbing his, holding it tightly while looking up at him with the red visible on your cheeks.

San doens;t know what to do. He wants to scream out of excitement and happiness but that would be weird in an empty practice room, but he also wants to capture this moment and enjoy it while it lasts.

''Don't just stay, those ten minutes are enough. I will see you tomorrow morning again right?''.

San nods, knowing he promised to take you out for breakfast the next day.

''Alright, but I need to do something'', he shouts and he sits down next to you again, still holding your hand.

''And that is?''.

''Sending Wooyoung proof that he has competition''.

When you first met Wooyoung, you were warned by Hongjoong that he is a cuddly person who loves skinship. So you were prepared. You don't mind it at all, but sometimes it's a little too soon or not the right situation to even initiate something like that.

Surprisingly, Wooyoung kept his distance. Always asking if he was too close to you, or if he could sit next to you on the couch. Still with a little distance between you two.

''Oh come one, let's go in that one'', you point at the rollercoaster that towers over the whole park. Wooyoung follows the direction of your finger while swallowing a lump. ''That is high'', he mumbles but the smile on your face and the way you almost jump in excitement make him swallow his fear of even being that high above the ground.

''Alright love, everything for you''.

Without even thinking about it you grab his hand and pull him towards the entrance, almost running because you don't want to be at the end of the line. Wooyoung runs after you, still holding onto your hand with a shocked expression on your face.

As you both stand in the line, Wooyoung smirks while looking down at your intertwined hands. You follow his gaze.

''I had to take you to an amusement park so you could hold my hand?'', he shakes his head with the same smirk on his face and you almost want to smack it of him. But you can't help but laugh yourself, even feeling a little brave to make the next move.

You walk a little bit further in line but not before planting a small and quick kiss on his cheek.

''I guess we are skipping steps now, can we go to the next one?''.

This was your fifth date. And to be honest, you were sure that this wouldn't be the last. Jongho pays for your drinks at the cafe as you wait outside, your face in the sun getting some extra vitamin D during the cold winter months. ''Here you go'', he hands you your vanilla latte and the warmth of the drink causes your body to relax instantly. You thank him with a smile which he returns.

''Where do you want to go?. There are some nice restaurants that way?'', he asks while mentioning with a nod of his head in the specific direction. ''Yeah, fine by me''.

While you two walked towards one of the restaurants Jongho mentioned before, you notice him getting closer to your body with every step. It's not that busy on the streets so keeping distance shouldn't be a problem. It doesn't bother you, actually, you had expected it to happen earlier than the fifth date.

It looks like Jongho is struggling mentally with the question of whether he could go further, if the next step is a logical one and if you would accept it. Those three concerns are roaming around in his head.

''You okay?'', you ask while sipping your coffee, the liquid still warm enough after the 15-minute walk. He nods while mumbling yeah.

Guess you have to take the initiative this time. You hold the plastic coffee cup in your left hand while you lower your right hand to your side, searching for his left one. Once you find it, you intertwine your fingers and his hand closes around yours.

A blush is visible on his face, but you don't know if it's because of the cold or because he didn't expect you to hold his hand.

''Just so you know, I'm not letting go''.

*

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[jungkxook]

—midnight getaway. (m)

⟶ pairing: jung wooyoung x fem!reader 

⟶ genre: sprinkle of youtuber!wooyoung + fluff / smut

⟶ words: 6,488

⟶ rating: 18+ 

⟶ summary: a “romantic” getaway surrounded by your friends leads to an interesting night alone with wooyoung

⟶ warnings: pwp, wooyoung says baby a lot bc he’s in love, some teasing woo, exhibitionism, doggy style, sort of praise kink, ass play (fingering, fem!recieving), breast play/fondling, finger sucking, riding, unprotected sex, creampie 

⟶ note: this is the first fic i’ve written in a while and my first ateez fic no one come for me pls also this is dedicated to the lovely @kithtaehyung​ !! thank you for always encouraging me and my wooyoung antics!! 💛

p.s. this is shamelessly inspired by this wooyoung selfie!!

“Ugh. You obviously like her.”

The begrudging sigh comes from Yeosang, narrowly giving Wooyoung a heart attack when he realizes that you’re still within earshot. This wouldn’t have been so much of an issue had Yeosang not been so clearly talking about you to Wooyoung, though he barely has any time to recollect himself. Instead, sprawled out on the poolside of the villa the group had rented out for their week-long vacation in Jeju Island, Wooyoung firstly decides that he has no idea what Yeosang’s talking about.

“We’re just friends,” Wooyoung retorts.

“A friend you invite with you on a romantic getaway?” Yeosang asks with a wolfish grin.

Wooyoung shakes his head. He can still see you through the windows of the villa, now in the kitchen talking to Hongjoong. You’re all bright-eyed and glowing from the sun, in a swimsuit you had been putting to use just a few minutes ago when you took a dip in the pool. “Some romantic getaway, considering there’s seven idiots in the same house as us. Also thought this trip was meant to have no distractions.”

Which isn’t really a lie, because while their trip to Jeju was mostly for their YouTube channels, it was also meant to serve as a well-deserved break for the boys, and their leisure work of choice wasn’t exactly taxing and the majority of their trip so far has been spent simply enjoying themselves. Hongjoong had been so adamant too that there would be nothing to hinder them during their well deserved break. And of course you jumped at the offer to tag along when Wooyoung asked you, because you were his best friend but, moreover, his best supporter when it came to his passion and his videos.

“Yeah,” San hums nonchalantly from within the pool. He had been one of the few to jump in with you earlier, “but I don’t think friends flirt with each other on a daily basis.”

“Not to mention your video was all about her,” Jongho adds from beside Wooyoung. “I thought we were supposed to be promoting tourism in Jeju, not Y/N.”

That was a bit of an exaggeration. Sure, you had featured in a lot of the video Wooyoung had only just posted for his “Our Side of the Story” series he was doing (mostly daily vlogs, or aesthetic short films that you’ve always loved ━ much like the others, who have found a way to incorporate their love for music, dance, cooking, and everything in between in their vlogs), but you always made an appearance when you were so close with him. His viewers were used to it by this point, safe for the occasional questioning comments as to whether or not you two were dating. This video in particular saw you having the most fun in a while, frolicking the streets of the city, sprinting across the beach into the shallows of the ocean to try and splash Wooyoung with water; shaved ice shared between you and him and the way you snuck a bite of his when he was preoccupied, bike rides along the waterfront, and clambering along hiking trails so you could pose in a field of flowers that you had so desperately wanted to see.

Now, Wooyoung gives a roll of his eyes. “Funny. I don’t know what you guys are talking about.”

“Yeah, sure,” Yeosang sighs again. “When are you gonna tell her the truth?”

“The video already kind of did,” Jongho points out tauntingly. “If I was Y/N, I would have already realized.”

“Yeah━” San is beaming now as he clambers out of the pool, “but if you don’t want her, Woo, can I make a pass at her? Y’know, just to help take her off your hands━ Ow! What the hell?”

San jumps suddenly when Wooyoung chucks one of the pillows off of the lawn chair at his head.

“Keep your hands off her━” Wooyoung chastises. It’s meant mostly as a joke, but he worries when he recognizes a small part of him seems to care a little too much.

The others seem to find it funny at least, erupting into howling laughter that’s quick to fade when you wander back out to the pool and throw yourself next to Wooyoung.

“They’re definitely starting to catch on.”

Wooyoung lets out a weary sigh, though you’re starting to find it difficult to focus as he continues to kiss down your throat.

So, maybe if any of the boys walked in and saw the both of you in such a compromising position, they would be indescribably confused while also preparing to point an accusatory finger at Wooyoung for technically lying to them. But it isn’t really a lie, and certainly not one neither he nor you were keen on keeping for very long. It’s just that it seemed a whole lot easier to keep your newfound two month relationship with Wooyoung a secret for a small while.

It was mostly to give the both of you enough time to enjoy yourselves thoroughly without the prying eyes of your friends (who, while always supportive, are already passionately invested in your lifelong friendship with Wooyoung, pointing out his feelings for you even far before he could decipher them), their vlogging lifestyle, and their fans, while also waiting for the proper time to expose the truth. After the Jeju trip, you had both promised each other. But that plan was beginning to look more and more faulty as time passes.

What was supposed to be an innocent trip to Jeju with your friends turned into a tricky game in which Wooyoung had entirely different plans that consisted of you only. Specifically, how many times he can find you alone away from the boys to have his way with you. By now, night has since fallen and, after a short duration of time unwinding around a small bonfire in the backyard, the boys had all since retreated to their own rooms. You’re positive most are already long asleep and the ones that aren’t are beginning to nod off, exhausted after a long day and drowsy with liquor from the night of drinking. You’re fortunate Wooyoung at least first chose to find you alone in your room of the villa, but you still panic. Because Wooyoung should be sleeping in his shared room with Hongjoong down the hall from yours, yet here he was.

“My video today probably didn’t help,” Wooyoung adds. 

You hum in response. “I don’t know if sneaking into my room will help with that either.”

At this, Wooyoung grins wide. “It’s fine. Hongjoong’s passed out cold. You should hear his snores. Plus━” He presses a kiss to your shoulder. “I couldn’t sleep without wondering how quickly you can cum.”

You nearly choke as you hear the words fall from Wooyoung’s mouth.

But it wasn’t his fault ━ he has needs too.

The first night of your trip called for a joyous celebration at a nearby restaurant that resulted in everyone being blissfully drunk by the time you returned to the villa. You had gotten so dressed up for the occasion that Wooyoung hated to see it go to waste, adorned in a pretty floral sundress ━ one that has always been his favourite (and, no, he promises that’s not solely because of how nice your boobs look in it, though that’s definitely a plus). If the boys could hear his thoughts now, they’d certainly pick him apart.

The house, however big and spacious it may be, is certainly not empty. Even just next door to your room is the shared room both Mingi and San are in. This is a fact you choose to remind your dear boyfriend of now. “The boys are sleeping.”

“Screw the guys,” Wooyoung groans into your neck. His strong arms slide around your middle from behind, pulling you into an all too familiar and warm embrace. He’s caught you just before you can shed your dress and slip into something more comfortable, all radiant and shimmering from a day out in the sun. You melt almost immediately against his chest as he nibbles on the skin just below your ear, on the corner of your jaw. He whispers ardently, “You look really pretty today. You always do, but especially today.”

A gentle smile spreads across your face. You instinctively reach out behind you to rest your hand on the nape of his neck, fingers tugging at the hair there. “I wore this dress just for you. I know it’s your favourite.”

“Yeah, because your tits look amazing in it,” he snickers. As if to emphasize this, he reaches down slyly to cup one of your breasts over the material of your dress, giving it a squeeze.

“Well, now you’re just trying to distract me into bed with you.”

“Is it working?” he asks hopefully, a smug grin on his face.

You snicker, fidgeting in his hold to face him and patting at his shoulder. “Maybe if we weren’t surrounded by a group of seven drunk men who could potentially hear and walk in on me sucking you off at any moment.”

But Wooyoung has already waited all day for the boys to leave you two alone. Waiting any longer may as well have felt like an eternity in a certain type of special hell that he wasn’t exactly keen on.

“And?” A sudden smirk stretches across his face. He leans in close to you, lips brushing faintly against your ear. “You didn’t have a problem letting me fuck you against the practice room mirror the other day.”

You swat lightly at his chest, scoffing suddenly. “Wooyoung!”

But he has a point. In all fairness, it had been his idea to take you against the practice room mirror when the boys had gone home and you were dropping off food to your poor boyfriend still working late at night. You certainly hadn’t complained then when he had you coming around his cock with the practice room door left unlocked. It’s such a Wooyoung thing to say too, being that he’s not often caught off guard, especially when he’s so blatant and confident about all things sex.

“Can’t you keep it in your pants for one night, Woo?”

“No, he’s in pain,” he pouts childishly. He bites playfully at the tip of your nose.

You sputter for air, dissolving into a fit of laughter. “You did not just call your dick a he━”

“Okay, I’m in pain,” he corrects. He starts kissing down and back up your neck. “It’s not my fault you look extra hot today. Besides, you looked like you were having so much fun today. Is it so wrong for me to want to keep pampering my beautiful girlfriend?”

“With your dick?”

“Yes, with my dick.”

You snort.

“And━” He drags out the word purposely, a playful twinkle in his eyes. “I don’t even want you to suck me off, by the way. All I want is to fuck you senseless right now.”

Oh.

His words send a nerve right down to your core. Your thighs instinctively press together at the thought.

All things considered, you’re not any better. There was no denying how devastatingly attractive your boyfriend always looked, but especially today. A well-deserved break and the Jeju sun did him well, with a beautiful tan starting to glow on his face, free of any make-up or cover-ups. The usual stress of city life and work doesn’t weigh heavy on his brows anymore, and though his hair has gotten longer, it’s a neat and pretty mess ━ a little unruly from the sun and chlorine, and from having taken it down from its half-ponytail, but pretty nonetheless ━ with the under half of it bleached blonde and the top half dyed black. Dressed in nothing but a casual old t-shirt and a pair of board shorts, he’s both wholesomely cute and yet sexy at the same time.

And, while you are surrounded by a group of rowdy boys, Wooyoung isn’t necessarily wrong. He always seems to have a knack for making anything romantic enough if he tries, attributed to his charming ways. A night of lovemaking (or whatever he has in mind) in your room with a beachside view is, all things considered, kind of romantic.

You purse your lips now. “Think they’re all asleep?”

“With how wasted they are? Absolutely,” Wooyoung says brightly. “I tripped over a shoe in our room and Hongjoong didn’t even move.”

It’s risky, sure, but the sudden yearning to be with Wooyoung was almost debilitating. There was no doubt you could both get away with having sex in a packed house, right? Either way, it doesn’t really seem to matter. You’ve already been persuaded, and Wooyoung knows.

He pulls you in for a kiss and you let him get carried away for a moment, reveling in the way he needily nips and sucks at your lower lip. Then, finding a second of clarity, you can be heard saying against his mouth breathlessly, “We’ll have to be quiet.”

“Mmm,” he hums distractedly. “So quiet.”

But that was like asking Wooyoung not to breathe. It’s this passing thought, and the way he pulls and tugs you over to sit on his lap as he sinks onto the edge of the bed in a desperate haste, that has you giggling. He leaves a trail of sloppy kisses down to the underside of your jaw and then along your throat.

You tug at the hair at the nape of his neck as you begin to rut your hips against his slowly. “You look really handsome today, baby. It’s nice seeing you so relaxed for once.”

His stare meets yours suddenly, all sparkling and awed. He grips your waist and presses you a little more firmly against his hips so you can feel his semi-hard dick against your inner thigh. “Ugh,” he sighs, “say that again and I’ll bust a nut right here and now.”

Another giggle meets his ears, but this time it’s a little less focused as it splinters off into a whimper the longer you continue to grind against him. You decide to humour him. “I saw your vlog. It was pretty.”

He audibly whines now, his heart threatening to burst through his chest. “Yeah? I worked hard on it.”

“Is that how you see me?” You think back to the video and how you looked, the soft music overlapping it all.

“Yeah,” he deadpans, “like that piece of washed up kelp you tried throwing at me today━”

“You’re so━”

“I’m joking. Of course that’s how I see you, but that’s only a fraction of what you look like to me. A camera doesn’t do you justice.”

“So you think I’m pretty?” You snicker.

“So pretty.” He kisses you again, this time a little more earnestly. He sighs dreamily against your lips, “No, actually. If my dick isn’t in you in the next minute, I’m gonna go insane.”

A delighted simper sounds from you. “Don’t even have to cum, just as long as you do━”

Your jaw drops open as you find an angle that has you pushing your clit against his clothed dick just right. But even though you had so innocently offered to only get him off, part of the fun was seeing how quickly and how many times he could make you cum before finishing himself off. You deserve it, after all.

“God, you’re such a good girl,” he moans. He takes a moment to appreciate you in your current state. You, straddling his lap, eager hips moving against his with your brows pinched in concentration, the pretty material of your dress hiking up around your thighs. He reaches down, palms rough as they grip at the soft flesh of your thighs. “Look at you, already so needy for me. It’s so fucking sexy.”

Wooyoung fidgets beneath you. He burrows his face in the crook of your neck, nipping at your throat.

“How do you want me first, princess?” he asks sweetly now, peppering kisses along your throat, tongue soothing the marks he’s left behind. “Want my fingers in you?”

“N-No━” You croak. “Just wanna feel your dick.”

Excitement prickles at the tips of his fingers as he massages circles against your hips. “In your mouth or in you?”

“In me,” You rasp. “Now. Please, Woo━”

He marvels for a moment at how he’s so stupidly in love with you and your pretty words despite them having such dirty implications, and he hastens to please you. A wolfish grin tugs at his lips as he smothers them against your mouth, but then the giddy sensation of finally getting to have his cock buried in your walls overcomes him. He murmurs into a wet kiss, “As much as I love this dress, let’s get it off of you.”

He hastens to help you shove the straps of your dress down your shoulders, then off your arms. Then, he watches as you stand up to shimmy your way out of it, the material pooling at your feet, exposing your figure and the fact that you’re not even wearing a bra. The swell of your breasts meets his eyes first, and you’ve barely just kicked your way out of your panties when he’s pulling you onto his lap again, warm mouth latching onto one of your breasts. His lips wrap around your nipple, teeth nibbling on the sensitive bud. He can’t seem to get enough, moving to bite and suck at the soft flesh all over, shifting from one to the other, then down the valley of your breasts. A moan falls from your lips, hands pulling harshly at his hair as you push him further into your chest.

“Wooyoung…” You whine. “We gotta be quick.”

Though he wants nothing more than to mark up your chest all over, he relents only when he remembers that the boys are nearby. “Okay, okay━ Here━”

He grabs at your waist, shifting you around until you’re on your back splayed out beneath him. Towering over you, he pushes the material of his shorts down, pulling his aching dick from the tight confinements. Your eyes fall to the way he fists himself hurriedly, tip all red and glistening with precum, and the one prominent vein bulging along his length. You bite at your lip, legs instinctively spreading wider for him.

“Are we really gonna do this?” he asks, excited. “With the guys here?”

“Think it’s too late to ask when we’re both already naked,” You giggle. You remind him again, this time a little weaker, “Just remember to be quiet.”

He hums in response. Then, he teases you by running the length of his hard dick against your slick folds, already dripping with slick arousal.

“God, baby,” he groans, “you’re so wet already.” He taps the tip of his cock against your pussy, the sudden jolt sending your head spinning. As he rubs himself on you, the sticky wetness glides along the prominent vein of his length and spreads messily out to the top of your inner thighs. “Did I do all this to you?”

“Woo, no teasing,” You chastize in a small whine. A shiver runs down your spine at the feeling, and you hate having to resist all his teasing touches. “What if someone tries coming in?”

He flashes you a shit-eating grin. “Let them. If it’s Seonghwa, even better. I can finally get payback for when he purposely ate some girl out on my bed.”

You snort lazily, stifling your giggles. “Focus, baby.”

“I am focused,” he says smugly. He emphasizes this by pressing his dick a little harder against your folds, teasing the tip of it against your entrance. “With you spread out like this for me, all sexy━ Fuck, I’m so focused.”

But what he doesn’t tell you is that the thought alone of one of the boys walking in on the both of you is enough to excite him to no end. He can imagine it now, one of them wandering into the room while you’re writhing beneath Wooyoung, taking his dick so well, moaning nothing but his name. He yearns to feel you all at once, hurrying to please you.

Without warning, he pushes himself into you, cock stretching you wide in just the way you both like. Almost immediately, low gasps and groans sound from the both of you.

“Ah, f-fuck! Woo━” You smother your sudden cries with a hand clamping over your mouth.

“Shit, I know,” he sputters for air. His voice is heavy in your ear, a low grunt only for you to hear. “You feel so fucking good, baby━”

His head is swimming even just at the way your walls wrap around his tip so snug. He pushes himself into you the rest of the way, bottoming out with a sudden forceful and indulgent thrust when━

The headboard slams against the wall, exceptionally loud.

“Fuck, Wooyoung━ Woo━” You grip at his arms. “The bed.”

His eyes meet yours, stunned momentarily as you wait and listen. A minute passes, but the house continues to remain silent.

“It’s okay. Even if they do hear, it’s not as if they probably won’t know what we’re doing,” Wooyoung points out, matter-of-fact. “We haven’t exactly been very careful lately.”

“Still,” You insist. Your walls throb around his hard dick, desperate for some sort of movement. “It’ll give me some peace of mind.”

His heart swoons at your timidness, and though he has fun teasing you, he would never actually want to risk getting caught by one of the boys (however many close calls he’s already had with you) or, worse, upsetting you to the point of no return.

In the next moment, Wooyoung pulls out of you, then pushes back in again, this time less forceful. He swears he tries to be wary of the bed and of making too much noise but, much to both of your dismay, while the frame doesn’t bang against the wall too noticeably, the bed still creaks beneath you.

Wooyoung grits his teeth. He tries again, then one more time, and though your head lolls back at the sensation of him stretching you wide, you meet his gaze with your own apprehensive hazy one. Even Wooyoung’s patience is wearing thin when all he wants to do is tear you apart ━ that, and the slight creak of the bed is enough to start driving him insane.

“Fuck this,” his pace stutters to a halt, “let’s get on the floor. Can you get on your hands and knees for me, baby?”

“Good idea.” Your heart jolts in your chest from the excitement.

Within a matter of seconds, he’s parting from you, leaving you momentarily stunned at the loss of warmth. He helps you to your feet so that the both of you can sink to the floor on your knees. Before you can drop into all fours, Wooyoung stops you by reaching out for the blanket on the bed and tucking it underneath the both of you, but mostly to soften the ground underneath your knees. When he catches you surveying him with a fond gleam in your eyes, he quirks a brow.

“What? It’s just so you don’t get too uncomfortable,” he says sweetly, peppering a few kisses along your shoulder. “Is this good?”

“Amazing.” Your heart swells at all his gentle touches. You catch his lips on yours, faintly murmuring, “I love you. Like, so much.”

You can feel his grin against your mouth. “You know I love you too. And as much as I would also love to hear you go on about how I’m the most perfect boyfriend, I need to be in you right now.”

A pretty giggle meets his ears, and he marvels for a second how you’re so quick to oblige. Propping yourself up on your elbows, your ass juts out in his direction. You give it a little tempting wiggle, and he hurries to position himself behind you. With one hand on the small of your back, he guides you back down his length.

“Ah━ Fuuuck━” He moans. “Arch your back a little more for me, baby.”

You do as you’re told, leaning forward just enough on your elbows and sticking your hips back to meet his as he sinks balls deep into your core. Then, he’s crumbling apart, all breathy panting as he tries to focus.

“Shit, baby━”

“Mmm━”

“You’re so tight. So wet. I’m not gonna last,” he pouts, as if it’s a genuine disappointment. He watches as he pulls out of your heat just enough before shoving himself back in, his dick covered in a glistening sheen of your arousal. You’re so damn wet, he wonders how he hasn’t slipped from you yet. His hands grip and tug at your ass, spreading you to see the way your cunt pulsates and stretches around his dick. So perfect, almost as if you were made for him. “Tell me. Wanna hear how good you feel right now.”

“S-So good,” You mumble drunkenly. “God, you’re so good, Woo. Fuck━!”

His gaze droops down to your breasts, bouncing with each thrust of his hips into yours. He reaches around and grabs at one of your boobs. The gentle shake of the soft flesh in his palms is always his favourite feeling, and he can’t help but squeeze at them now because, god, he really does love your tits. If he had all the time in the world, he would do anything to fuck himself between your boobs, and cum all over your chest ━ but that will have to wait for now.

“Ah━ Fuck━ Wish I could take my time with you right now,” he moans, planting sloppy kisses along your shoulder. “I can’t wait till we’re alone. Gonna take care of you so well, baby.”

“Y-Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he grunts. He reaches down with his other hand, thumb pressing against the tight hole of your ass. The sensation alone is enough to have you nearly keeling over, a strangled cry of pleasure ripping from you. “Want you coming on my tongue so bad. Gonna fuck you against every surface too. You deserve it. You’re always so good to me, princess.”

“Only for you,” You whimper. If he wasn’t so pressed for time, the affirmation alone would have been more than enough to make him melt in your very hands. But his dick is still so hard, and your pussy is still so wet, all he can focus on is not slipping from your walls with every thrust of his hips. “Ah, Wooyoung! Y-You’re so━ So hard━”

You bite harshly at your lip when a loud moan threatens to spill from you. You bury your face in the blanket around you, clutching so tightly at the material. A part of Wooyoung finds it amusing, if only because, if the boys are awake and don’t hear your lewd moans, there’s no doubt they won’t be able to hear the sound of skin against skin as his hips slap against your ass.

“Let me hear you, baby,” he coaxes now. “Moan out loud for me.” When you shake your head, he snickers. “Want it harder? Will that help you?”

He gives an experimental roll of his hips, a little rougher than usual. It sends you teetering forward, a broken groan tumbling from you that’s left muffled by the blanket. He can hear you mumble wantonly, “Don’t be a tease.”

A cheshire-like grin spreads across his face. “Here━ Come sit on my dick. Wanna feel you so deep━”

His words make you moan softly, followed by the way he pulls out of you just quickly enough to sit back against the bed. He tugs you onto his lap and you follow suit, spreading your legs further apart as you sink onto his leaking dick. Down, down, down, until it almost feels as if he’s hitting your cervix, and suddenly you’re not so sure you’ll be able to keep it together any longer. That, mixed with the way he’s gazing at you, all hooded eyed and alluring, you’re very close to dissolving into a mess right in his very arms.

“Ah━ Ah━ Fuck, baby━” You grip at his shoulders as you adjust to the new feeling, hips squirming above his. “Wooyoung, please━”

But your words fall short. The desperate plea that hinges in your voice fades into nothing more than the urgent need to feel more of him, to have him absolutely wreck you, as you begin to rock your hips back and forth on his dick.

“Please what, baby?” he taunts lazily. But he knows what he’s doing, slyly beckoning you to make a mess, and moan for him.

His palms are warm as they slide up your sides, then around your back, hugging you close to his chest. He thrusts his hips up just once into you, sending you into a haste that has you lifting yourself up and then back down his cock. As you adopt a steady and reckless pace that has you bouncing on his length, he watches your every reaction. The way your face contorts at the sheer pleasure, brows pinched so hard in concentration, teeth sinking into your lower lip. Your hands reach out to thread through his long locks, pretty blonde tresses running through the seams of your fingers. You tug lightly at the root, earning a low groan from him.

“Fuck, Y/N━” His head rolls back against the mattress at your quick pace. “You’re so fucking sexy━ So desperate for my dick━ Ah━”

He moans suddenly, only this time it’s less muffled than before. Whether he does it the first time to tease you or simply because he had gotten carried away, you aren’t quite sure. Either way, it’s enough to startle you, even amongst the daze you’re in.

“Wooyoung━” Your voice is a small warning, but it lacks any severity when it splinters into a whine. “Not so loud.”

“They’re━ Ah, fuck━ sleeping━”

You meet his mischievous stare with your own heedful one. Your pace slows, if only just, and you’re certain this time that when he moans even louder, it’s entirely on purpose.

“Woo!” You clamp a hand softly over his mouth, smothering the tail end of his crude groan.

The grin that forms on his face beneath your hand is evident of his amusement of his toying with you but it turns sluggish quickly. The sight to see is hot enough, with the drowsy lopsided smirk poking out from underneath your hand as he watches you continue to ride him, now a measured gyrating against his own hips. When he realizes you’ve chosen to keep your hand over his mouth, he reaches up to grab a hold of your wrist, his large fingers splaying out and then up over your knuckles.

“Come on, baby. It’s okay. Let it out,” he hums. He kisses at your fingertips, tongue swiveling around to suck on your digits delicately. “Not even one tiny moan? Let me hear that pretty voice of yours.”

He can feel your thighs begin to shake around him and, judging by the crescendoing of whimpers tumbling from your mouth, he senses you’re close. Your free hand still grips at his hair, this time a little tighter as you try to anchor yourself in place to rock your hips a little faster. Wooyoung hisses delightfully at the feeling, a small lethargic chuckle rumbling from deep within his chest.

Rough hands grab at your waist now, shifting you around abruptly until you’re splayed out on the floor on your back with him hovering over you. His length stays wedged snugly in your walls, never once slipping, and as he settles against your chest, he lifts one of your legs up and over his shoulder. An animalistic growl slips from him at your pinched face, and the way your cunt starts to squeeze around him. With this angle that his hips pound into yours, his cock hits so deep into your core, pummeling against your cervix again and again.

“H-Harder━ Wooyoung━” You pant. “Please━ I’m gonna━”

Finally, a moan sounds from you. Loud and unabashed, a little broken and exhausted, but beautiful to Wooyoung’s ears nonetheless. In fact, it’s so sexy of a noise that it’s enough to nearly push him over the edge but he relents, if only just for a little longer.

“Ah, there’s my favourite sound,” he smirks. His tongue lavs at the underside of your jaw, and your hand finds itself tangled in his hair once more. “Gonna be a good girl and let the boys hear you now?”

You try with all your might to silence yourself, but the task proves more and more difficult. A few more slams of his hips into yours, and you’re crumbling apart right before his eyes.

“Fuck━ Wooyoung━”

“That’s it, baby,” he grunts into your ear. “Cum for me.”

As you come, the sudden gush of wetness around your core coats his length and he almost accidentally slips from your cunt. You’re clenched so tightly around him, Wooyoung feels as if he has to gasp for air to stay focused. His eyes still stay trained on you, watching as your face contorts as you writhe beneath him. But it’s your shameless moaning that sets him off, albeit still softer than usual but much louder than he was expecting from you with the boys so close by.

“Ah━ You’re so fucking hot━” he whines. “Gonna cum━”

Every thrust of his hips sends you bobbing up and down, and as you come down from your high the pleasurable feeling of his hard cock still burrowed in your sensitive walls has you whimpering softly. Your legs try to separate further, beckoning him for more.

“Cum in me, Youngie,” you beckon dazedly. “Wanna feel it so bad━”

“Oh, fuck━” he gasps. “Can I?”

“Y-Yes.”

“You’re so good to me, baby. Aren’t you?”

His pace quickens, hips snapping into yours urgently. One final shuddering thrust and he’s overwhelmed by his orgasm, cock pulsating within your aching walls as his cum fills you up. He has to bury his face in the crook of your neck to muffle his moans, listening to the sharp gasp for air you take when you feel his release.

He rides out his high in a few more leisure rolls of his hips, though he seems more concerned now with kissing your throat slowly. He gently unravels your leg from his shoulder, then slumps against you like the comfortable heavy weight that he is. His dick lays softening still buried within your walls, now leaking with his cum.

“Have I ever told you how amazing you are?” You hear him sigh dreamily into your neck. “‘Cause you are.”

“Almost daily,” You concur with a giggle. Your own fingers smooth out his hair, fixing the messy strands, and he croons with delight. He leaves a trail of sweet kisses up along your throat, then your jaw, and then the corner of your mouth. Safe for the laboured breathing as you both try to calm your shrill hearts, you’re made aware so suddenly of just how quiet the room suddenly is. “There’s no way the guys slept through all of that.”

“I’m sure they did.” Wooyoung nibbles gingerly at your lip. “There’s nothing to worry about. Especially right now. I’m so tired. We can deal with the potential consequences later.”

You snort. “How did I know that’s exactly what you would say?”

You catch him smirking before he plants one last kiss on your lips. Somehow, he’s able to pry himself off of you long enough to slip into his shorts laying discarded on the floor before disappearing outside of the room into the darkened hallway. He returns moments later with a damp towel to help clean up the sticky mess between your legs, then tugs you back onto the bed with him.

“They’ll see you sneaking out of my room if you sleep here,” You point out through a yawn.

“I’ll get up before them,” he insists. “Just give me an hour with you, like this.”

You can’t resist the urge.

At the very least, you fall asleep first in his arms, his fingers playing with your hair. He must slip away from you at some point during the night, unraveling himself carefully from your sleeping figure to retreat to his own room. You’ll tell the boys eventually of your relationship with Wooyoung, you swear.

But for now, there, under the covers of the bed, you have all the time in the world to enjoy yourself with Wooyoung in pure, unadulterated silence.

In the morning when you wake up, you join your boyfriend with the rest of the boys downstairs in the kitchen for breakfast.

You’re the last to arrive, having wanted to take your time in the shower ━ a fact that Wooyoung laments, because he wanted nothing more than to shower with you to “save water” (which really just translates to more sex), but with only two bathrooms and nine people, the feat seemed impossible. Now, you sidle into the seat next to Wooyoung at the kitchen table, smiling down at him when his eyes flicker to you which seems to go unnoticed by the others.

“How was your night?” Yunho asks passively once you’ve settled into place. “Did you sleep well?”

You nod, as Wooyoung answers, “Best sleep of my life.”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” This amused offhanded scoff comes from San under his breath. It causes Mingi to almost choke on his sip of orange juice as he snorts into the glass.

“What was that?” Wooyoung asks.

“Oh, nothing,” San says. The smirk on his face says otherwise. “Thought we heard some loud noises last night. It was weird.”

Then there’s Mingi, leaning across the table to catch your attention alone. He shoots you a more merciful look, though he still seems entertained nevertheless when he whispers to you, “You have something on your neck.”

Your hand instinctively clamps onto your throat, over the spot Mingi points to as you mentally curse yourself. While you had been so preoccupied the night before trying not to make any noise, you forgot to warn Wooyoung against leaving any noticeable marks on your body ━ a bad habit of his, and your fatal mistake for forgetting to check the morning after.

The others are fortunately not paying attention, already absorbed in their own conversations, but the horror of so clearly being found out by San and Mingi sends you into a frenzy. It even seems to alarm Wooyoung judging by the way he starts laughing nervously, though maybe that’s because your knee bashes against his under the table and sends him jumping in his seat.

Clearly, you have a lot of explaining to do. Eventually.

The last thing you hear San say before he and Mingi howl with laughter seems to make even the charmingly confident Wooyoung slightly frazzled, and leaves you all the more confused.

“Some romantic getaway, huh?” 

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stupid/annoying, but endearing, things they do in a relationship eren, armin, jean, connie, erwin, levi, reiner, bertholdt, porco, zeke, colt, hanji, mikasa, sasha, annie, pieck

word count: 2.3k

warnings: one mention of sex in erens, reader uses makeup in jeans, mentions of injuries and dilf!reiner in reiners

notes: this is a gn!reader. there are mentions of makeup being used, but i feel like any gender can use makeup. it's not even anything serious like a beat face. just some lip gloss n mascara. chapstick too but thats not makeup. it's just one line, so you can skip over it if you would like to!

✩ eren bites you. its not even in a sexual way, he just likes to bite. they’re like a second form of kissing to him. you could be chilling together on the couch watching a movie, and he’ll just chomp on your shoulder. even when you were trying to focus on something, he swings by, bites then leaves. eren has no shame, so he does it in front of your friends too. you could be having a normal conversation with mikasa and he’ll just bite you, then the two of you carry on as if it was normal. it’s not normal. but you love it. sometimes you bite him back too. but only in private.

✩ armin gives you random things he finds. armin likes to go out and explore, with or without you. when he comes back after an adventure you opted out of, he always has something for you he found. a rock, a seashell or a cool flower are just some of the things he gets for you. if he can’t find something, he finds a gift shop to get you something instead, saying, “well, (y/n), i did find it in the gift shop.” he always looks so proud giving it to you, rambling about the story of how he found your gift. you have a small box tucked away with all the treasures he gives you.

✩ jean steals your things. whenever he comes over, he likes to mooch off your possessions. if he’s spending the night at your place and needs a shower, he’s using your shampoo, conditioner and body wash. if his lips are chapped, he swipes your lip balm to use on himself. one time you even walked in on him trying your mascara and lip gloss. another time he had your clothes on his giant frame. but he always replaces whatever he uses, venmoing you within the next few days with some cash and a sorry note. “sorry for using ur lip balm baby, buy some more <3” with $20 attached to it. you tell him that lip balm doesn’t even cost that much, but he tells you to treat yourself to lunch with the extra money.

✩ connie makes plans without letting you know beforehand. at 3am, you are woken up by an influx of messages and calls from your boyfriend. in your sleepy state you go to answer him, only to be told to get dressed and come out. he’s right outside of your house and hungry. you remind him it’s very early in the morning and you both have class. “but i’m hungry and craving burgers,” he repeats. you have no choice to get in the car with him. this can happen throughout the day, not just early in the morning. one time he whisked you away in the middle of your online class because he didn’t tell you he bought tickets to a movie showing in 30 minutes. the memories you share on these spontaneous dates are always your favorite ones with him.

✩ erwin buys you whatever you like in bulk. it’s not even an exaggeration when you say bulk. you mention one thing to him, and the next day there are boxes upon boxes sitting on your kitchen counter. “these oranges taste pretty good,” you mumble to yourself as you peel your 2nd one. erwins sharp ears hear this, and first thing in the morning he’s off to buy multiple bags of your supposed favorite oranges. it takes you days, sometimes weeks, to finish whatever he decided to buy you. you always tell him he doesn’t need to buy so much, but he never listens. though, you always appreciate how attentive he is to your likes and dislikes.

✩ levi cleans up for you and ruins your organization. it’s always a blessing when someone else decides to take on the burden of cleaning for you, and you thought you hit the jackpot with a boyfriend who loved to clean, clean, clean. but it could get annoying when you suddenly couldn’t find anything you placed anywhere. if you’re anything like me, you’re messy but organized. you know where things are. when levi comes to clean, he places things where he thinks they should go. you’re sent on a wild goose chase looking for your pencil case, only for it to be in a completely different drawer than the one you usually kept it in. despite this behavior, it’s always nice to come home from a long day from school to see your desk organized. what was once a mess of papers and other supplies have been filed into their correct places, the table wiped down from any lingering coffee stains and your supplies being organized in a way so you knew where everything was. sometimes there’d be a plate of fruit with the note, “good luck on your exams,” written in your boyfriends neat writing beside it.

✩ reiner coddles you too much. whenever you express any sort of discomfort, reiner is always rushing to your side. “are you hurt? do you need medical attention? how many fingers am i holding up?” he asks, checking you for any cuts or bruises. thank you, honey, but i’m fine. just bumped into the counter. despite that, he’s dragging you over to the bathroom to fix up your imaginary injuries. you always find it a bit much when you’re fine. it’s during the times where you’re actually hurt where you learn to appreciate it. he’s so gentle cleaning your cuts, kissing them softly once they’re dressed. you wonder if he’d be like that with your future children.

✩ bertholdt is too nervous around you. it’s been years since the two of you got together, and he still refuses to make eye contact with you. his hands get sweaty and shake when you attempt to hold his hand. he always stumbles over his words when speaking to you as he tries to find the right words to say. he even blushes when he introduces you to other people as his significant other! you remind bertholdt over and over again that he doesn’t need to be so shy around you. but you cant help but coo over him showing up for your date, flustered mess and thrusting flowers into your hand. “they reminded me of you,” he said quietly, refusing to meet your eyes. you giggle and press a kiss to his hot cheeks.

✩ porco is too cocky for his own good. he’s always parading around the house, boasting about his latest achievements. he beat colt in a video game colt was a supposed god in. he can throw a baseball farther than zeke. he can run faster than pieck. if he’s taller than you, he's always making fun of you for being shorter than him. if you’re taller, you’re not exempt from his wrath either. he’s boasting about how he’s perfect height to not hit his head on doorways. he never goes as far as to hurt your feelings, always knowing when to stop. though he has a big ego, he would let it crash and burn just to see you smile after beating him at smash bros. you laugh and taunt him, happy you beat him in one thing. he doesn’t mind, instead watching you with a soft smile on his lips and love in his eyes.

✩ zeke forces you to work out with him. and it’s not like in the afternoon to help you stretch out. it’s not light yoga or a couple minutes on the treadmill. no, this man wakes you up at ass crack in the morning to take you on a 5 mile hiking trip. you barely have any time to register what is happening around you before you’re already standing at the start of the trail with your gear. “come on! we can’t slack off!” he says, clapping his hands together. the sun is beating down on you and your feet hurt, but this man doesn’t let you stop for a break. “we’re almost there,” he says. your complaining goes out the window when he shows you the view at the top. its one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen. hiking up long ass trails to see beautiful views with your boyfriend was so worth it in the end.

✩ colt accidentally turns your dates into babysitting sessions. you show up at his house with the promise of a good time, only to be met with a guilty looking colt and his little brother falco behind him. “sorry,” he says sheepishly, “gabi got sick with the cold, so i couldn’t drop him off there. i hope you don’t mind him staying.” you hide your disappointment behind a wide smile, nodding enthusiastically as to not hurt either of their feelings. you just wanted to spend some alone time with your boyfriend, and it would have to wait. hanging out with falco wasn’t actually that bad. the three of you had an amazing time together, watching tv, playing games and even baking together. if you hate kids, you can’t bring yourself to hate falco; he’s just the sweetest boy you’ve ever met. you and falco are already asking colt when the three of you can hang out again when you have to go back home.

✩ hanji is always talking. you don’t discourage them from talking about their interests. they’re very passionate about the things they love, and can’t help talking about them. its like the scene where hanji kept eren up all night talking about titans. when you’re trying to focus on something or go to sleep, hanji is just yapping away. you’re honestly amazed at their ability to never run out of things to say about the most mundane things. hell, one time they talked for an hour and a half about a building color they saw when they were out one day. but hanji just looked so happy when talking. their face would break out into a huge grin, and their arms would fly around as they told their story. it was too cute for you to tell them to stop.

✩ mikasa hovers too much. every corner you turn, every place you go to, mikasa is following. she claims she’s not clingy, but in reality she is. it’s like a cat who hates affection, but needs to be in the same room as you at all times. you don’t mind her following you into the bedroom or living room or kitchen. you had to draw a line when she tried to follow you into the bathroom. even when you’re out, she’s always following you around. you tell her it’s okay to break off from you and spend some time by herself, but she always shakes her head and follows you to your next destination. you’re always grateful for her hovering when a group of drunk people try hitting on you, whistling and telling you they’ll give you a good time. but one look at your girlfriend who showed up from out of nowhere, and they’re running away with their tails between their legs.

✩ sasha eats your food. she can’t help it. she likes to snack. she’s always hungry. and you get that. to stop things like this from happening, you have separate places to keep your food. just so sasha and you have your favorite snacks and takeout separated. you respect the rule, but your girlfriend seems to lose her reading skills when hungry, one too many times you have walked in on her with her hand deep into a bag of your chips, something you’ve been waiting to eat all week when you were supposed to watch that new horror movie on netflix with her. you huff and puff and retreat to your bedroom. sasha comes back after a few hours, looking upset with tons and tons of snacks in her arms. “i’m sorry i ate your chips,” she frowns. she sets down all the food she got on your bed. “i got all these snacks you liked as an apology. and 3 bags of your favorite chips.” you could never stay mad at her cute face.

✩ annie complains about spending time with you. “i like my alone time,” she says, brushing you off when you asked why she didn’t want to watch a movie with you. some people were introverted, preferring to spend time by themselves rather than with someone else. you were like that too; you had your moments where you didn’t feel like being around your girlfriend. but it became an annoying problem when she constantly shot down your attempts to hang out with you. when she finally agrees, she’s always finding something to complain about. but during important dates or when you’re not in the best mood, she’s always the first to remind you or initiate a hang out/date. she shuts her mouth and enjoys her time with you, not one criticism or groan leaving her lips. she would never admit it, but being around you made her so happy.

✩ pieck is always sleeping. you have to wait a few hours to get a text or call back from pieck because she’s always dozing off somewhere. “sorry sweets,” she yawns into the mic, “was taking a nap. need something?” good luck trying to reach your girlfriend during an emergency. when you come home with takeout for dinner because neither of you wanted to cook, she’s sleeping at the dinner table. when you’re watching a movie she wanted to watch, she’s snoring away, curled up at the end of the couch. during lectures you share together, she has her head in her arms and has the audacity to ask you for your notes in the end. and it’s not like she’s not getting enough sleep, no. she gets her recommended 8 hours of sleep and then some. it’s nice to have a sleepy girlfriend, though, when you’re dead tired from living. you drag your feet into the bedroom to see her about to take her nth nap for the day. she notices your zombie-like state and opens up her arms for you. the two of you cuddle and nap together, sleeping the stress away.

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➣The Only Exception

Porco Galliard x Fem!Reader (College AU)

genre: enemies to lovers, sfw

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02. The Game

♪ Cough Syrup - Young The Giant ♪

Classes seemed to hit you like a wrecking ball, expecting them to be an easy work load, but in the end it was more than what you thought. The entire first week of class was dedicated to already reading texts and finishing homework for the upcoming week. Who the hell even assigns homework the first two days of class? You thought silently as your professor continued giving out what seemed like a whole semester worth of readings in the first ten minutes of class. 

Professor Shadis seemed to ramble on and on about philosophy and half the class was already zoned out. You really wish you didn’t have to take another philosophy class but it was the last class to fill for an elective. Once the clock hit end time, the entire class quite literally ran out the door. You sighed, walking to the nearby coffee shop to settle down before heading back to the dorms. 

It was only 3pm, but having classes from 8am to 3pm seemed like a pretty good trade off because you would still find ways to fit in your social life somewhere in the last 6 hours of the day.

Sometimes you wished you didn’t care so much about school or having to keep up with your parents' reputation as notable doctors in Trost. They hoped you would follow in their footsteps, but convincing them to let you stay within your own degree plans was difficult. 

You didn’t want to be a doctor or do anything with medicine to be honest, they had a hard time accepting it but agreed to you picking your own major so long as you promised them you would focus on your academics and find a good place to work or intern at during college. It seemed like a pretty good trade off to be honest, you didn’t care too much for anything besides small hobbies like going on walks and reading books. You didn’t really care about a lot but those were some of the things you did enjoy.

Living three hours from home gave you a sort of freedom, something you didn’t really have while you were in high school, but it was relieving to know your parents trusted you to go off to Paradis to complete your degree. It was nice to make a decision for yourself for once.

The past five hours seemed to pass by quickly, you checked the time and it was already 8 pm. The shop closed at 8:30 so you packed everything and decided to walk back to the dorms. Taking the long way back since it had the most amount of street lighting and made you feel more safe knowing there were lights everywhere. 

You reached the dorms and quickly walked inside. You pressed the button to the elevator, patiently waiting. You heard someone behind you walk past you and press the button again. You turned and saw that it was the same blonde guy from the coffee shop. 

Oh, he’s kind of cute. You thought quietly. 

The elevator pinged announcing its arrival and you got in quickly, the guy following behind you. He was kind of tall with blonde hair that's shaved on the sides, it looked like he had golden eyes and nice lips. He was listening to music, and was wearing a bomber jacket with a number and name on the back. Most likely his own. 

The elevator stopped on the third floor and he got off. You noticed the writing on the back of the jacket. It had the number on the back with Liberio Private Academy written underneath it. 

Wait. That’s where Reiner said he was transferring from. 

The thought went just as quick as it came, it seemed like there were a lot of references to the Liberio Academy around you recently. The elevator moved up another floor before you got off and walked to your room. You opened the door and you were instantly tackled to the floor. 

“(Y/N)! I’VE MISSED YOU”.

“SASHA! I CAN'T BREATHE!”, you choked out before your roommate strangled you.

“Sorry, I just feel like it’s been forever since I’ve seen you.”, she said excitedly. 

Sasha was such a hyperactive person, very outgoing and really loud, but you loved her nonetheless. You both met in class during your freshman year only to find out later that you were roommates since your roommate assignments were messed up during the first week of classes. She was the one who introduced you to everyone in the friend group since she and Connie had been dating since high school. 

They were from neighboring towns that were so small, they pushed all the high schoolers into one school. Her and Connie were a good pair, both equally outgoing and friendly, only Connie had to be more reserved since his coaches were strict on him and his teammates. The soccer coaches seemed to be more strict with the players, especially since Connie was one of the star players. 

Regardless, the guys were still outgoing and goofy, you and the rest of the girls loved it nonetheless. 

“Yeah, I know, having opposite schedules can do that to you. How were classes?”

“Oh god, horrible. My professors are already assigning homework and I wanted to walk out of class so badly but the attendance is a grade and I can’t afford to get bad grades because of attendance.”, she groaned overdramatically.

Sasha may be a really hyper and outgoing person, but her focus on school rivaled even yours, only you felt as though she could go a whole month without doing anything and still pass all her classes. It was like she didn’t even have to try in her classes and she would still do well. 

“Oh, do you wanna go with me to Connie's soccer game tomorrow? It’s the first game of the semester, it starts at 6pm and it’s a weekend so you’ll be able to sleep in.”, you actually really enjoyed going to the soccer games on the weekends, and since the school moved up in division, the games were held in the spring now instead of the fall.

“Yeah, I think that would be nice. I haven’t been to one of the games in a while”, it was like a ritual for the group, the games would be on the weekends and after you all would go out to eat or to the bars on 9th Street, but things have changed since you got the internship. Time was no longer on your side with work and keeping up grades. 

You changed out of your day clothes and into an oversized t-shirt and lounge shorts. You threw your hair into a bun, washed your face and brushed your teeth before hopping into bed and getting ready to go to sleep. You heard your phone vibrate and checked it before setting your alarm.

You swiped to see who texted you and it was Reiner.

R: Are you busy tomorrow?

Y/n: Hey, um, yeah I’m busy around 6 but I’m pretty free before then.

R: Ah, I see, that’s perfect actually. I have something at 5pm. Would you want to grab lunch with me tomorrow?

Y/n: Yeah, that would be nice, what time?

R: How does 12 or 1 sound?

Y/n: 12 works for me :)

R: Great, I’ll see you at 12 then. I’ll pick you up, you stay at the dorms off Marley Dr right?

Y/n: Yeah, I do.

R: Great, I’ll be there at 12. See you tomorrow. Have a goodnight (Y/n).

Y/n: You too Reiner, goodnight.

You didn’t know exactly how or when you started hanging out with Reiner more often, but it started happening around two days after the party. He would invite you out on walks or just for coffee and you always found yourself accepted his invites. You enjoyed hanging out with him, and most of your time was spent getting to know each other better. 

He told you about how he transferred from the Liberio Private Academy and was on the football team. He was the Quarterback and got in on scholarship since he came from such a prestigious school. He even mentioned how he hated it, that his value was only seen in his ability to play a sport, not for him as a person. He loved football but wished people saw him for something more than just a good player. 

You understood him, you wish people saw you as more than just the daughter  of the two most prestigious doctors in Trost. When you left to Paradis, you never mentioned who your parents were, not even to Reiner. You had created a fake pair of parents that were average working parents, not household name doctors with one of the biggest medical practices in the city. You created a the story of being an ordinary person, with a ordinary parents, just like every other college student.

You locked your phone and set it on the nightstand before going to sleep. Tomorrow would be a good day, you were going to make sure of it.

The next morning you were getting ready. You decided to wear a thin tan sweater with some loose pants and some nice sandals. It was a bit windy but the weather was warm. Your hair was up in a hair clip with some of your hair framing your face. 

Your phone vibrated and it was Reiner letting you know he was outside. You quickly wrote out and left a sticky note on the counter for Sasha and walked out the door. 

You went down the hall to the elevator and pressed the lobby button. You felt the elevator come to a stop on the third floor and you stepped to the side for the people coming in. 

Only one person, actually it was the same guy from yesterday. He looked up from his phone and looked you up and down. He stepped inside and the doors shut behind him. He was wearing a wind breaker with joggers and a sports bag with a pair of cleats hanging off of it. It looked like he had a sports uniform in his bag but you didn't pay enough attention to what kind of uniform it was. The elevator started going down to the lobby and when the doors opened he walked out behind you and out the side door.

You pushed through the front and walked and over to Reiner’s car. He was already outside leaning on his car, opening the door for you, “You look really nice. What’s the occasion?”, He complimented you with a smile following after, you laughed a little before he closed the door and walked to the opposite side. 

“Nothing, just with lunch and meeting up with my friends later, figured I could just start the day dressed up.”, Reiner smiled before driving off onto the road. 

“Well, I think you look amazing, (Y/n)”.

The radio was soft in the background, both of you sitting in comfortable silence. There was really no reason for the two of you to force conversation. Reiner liked sitting in silence and so did you. It worked out well for the both of you, especially since there wasn’t much to talk about right then and probably would save catching up for lunch.

You pulled into the parking lot of a small diner off campus. It was older than most of the shops nearby but stayed in business due to the busyness of the nearby university. Reiner opened the door for you and asked for a booth. The host led you to the table and you both sat down. You opened the menu and saw a section for breakfast food. It was still pretty early, but you could consider it a brunch outing. The server came by and got your order, giving her your thanks and she walked off.

“So, how have classes been lately?”, he asked softly as he took his straw out of the wrapping and putting it into his drink. 

“Just here and there, kind of stressful to be honest. Especially since I’m interning in Sina this year.”, you said as the server dropped off your food, thanking her once again.

“Wow, an internship already? Aren’t you barely in your second year?”

“Yeah, but it’s with the wife of one of my professor’s from last semester. He put in a good word and she was impressed with my resume so she gave me an offer to intern with her.”, you tried to be as humble about it as possible, but interning with anyone apart of the Reiss or Fritz company line was a huge leg up in the industry. 

Honestly, if Historia wasn’t the niece of your current boss, and you being friends with her, you doubt anything would’ve really happened. Historia knew the struggle of being a part of a household name family that everyone knew about, just like your parents were. Maybe things would be different if you didn’t have to completely hide half of your life from your friends and other people who knew you.

“Oh, Reiner, I had a question.”, you said, suddenly remembering the guy you saw wearing the Liberio Private Academy jacket. “Yeah?”

“You said you transferred from Liberio Academy right?”, he grunted as his response for you to continue. “I saw this guy who was wearing one of the academy jackets and didn’t know if you knew him or not. He had, like, blonde hair, and it was shaved on the sides.. kinda tall?”, you asked about the guy and described him to Reiner.

“Oh? Do you mean Porco? You remember Marcel right? Well that’s his younger brother. He transferred in with the rest of us.”

“I thought you said only four of you transferred in this year?”, that bit was confusing to you and pressed for an answer anyway. “Yeah, it was originally only four of us, but Porco was going to go to Wall Rose U but changed his mind before classes started and since he’s from the Academy, they pulled some strings to enroll him in time for classes.”

Oh, that made a bit more sense to you now. You concluded that that might have been the reason you didn’t meet him the night of the party. That night was just a blur, mainly because you were bored and blocked out the majority of the night.

You and Reiner finished catching up and eating your lunch before he dropped you back off at the dorms and you went up to your room. Sasha was home, per her stuff being thrown carelessly on the couch, knowing she was getting ready for the game that was in less than 3 hours. You hadn’t realized you were out for so long, time just flew by when you were with Reiner. 

He made you feel good, always listened to you and never spoke over you. It was nice to have someone like that in your life that wasn’t part of the main friend group. Maybe one day you could introduce him to the group. You didn’t think there could be more than a friendship with him, your parent’s say would also forbid it. 

So being close as friends would be the furthest you could go for now.

You went into your room to rest to study for a while before it was time to leave for the soccer game tonight. A while had passed before you turned to the clock and it read 5pm, and heard Sasha call your name out. You closed your books and went out to the living room. You were fixing your hair back in its clip when Sasha stepped into the common area.

“You ready? Let’s get there early so that we can get good seats in the stands” Sasha was always such a supportive girlfriend, she always liked being early to Connie’s names and being able to cheer him on. 

You nodded and both of you walked out the door.

The drive wasn’t too far off campus, only about ten minutes. Sasha parked the car and you both walked over to the fields and found a good spot front and center of the stands. You sat down and watched as the players were warming up. Most of them were second and third-years, with only a few first years on the varsity team. 

Sasha seemed to be watching Connie, who was also team captain, give out instructions to all the players. He was the center back and did a really good job of leading his team. You had arrived around half an hour early so you and Sasha just waited until Mikasa, Annie and Historia showed up.

It wasn’t too cold outside so you were able to stick with your outfit from the morning, but wished you could’ve brought just another layer just in case but forgot it on your bed in the dorms. 

The game was starting pretty soon as the opposite team finally showed up and started their own warmups. After a while, the rest of the group showed up and sat with everyone. The girls were talking while all the guys were warming up. The stands were starting to fill up quickly since soccer was the hot topic of the year due to the team moving up in divisions and being one of the top teams in the region.

The game started with both team captains bowing to one another and the teams bowing in return. The referee called a coin flip, both captains calling out their side. The coin landed on heads which gave the opposing team the start off with the ball. The game kicked off and it seemed to start off well, Sasha already on her feet yelling at Eren and Jean who were on defense and Armin as the goalie. The entire middle section was already cheering and yelling as the ball was passed around and hit to the other end of the field.

You didn’t understand anything about soccer but enjoyed coming out with everyone regardless. It was one of the only ways you were able to catch up with everyone, especially now due to your job. You kept talking with Mikasa and Annie until you felt someone standing behind you. “Well, I guess you really were busy.”, you leaned your head back and saw Reiner and Bertholdt staring down at you from their insanely tall statures. 

“Reiner? Bertholdt? What are you guys doing here?”, you asked as you stood to hug the both of them. They both hugged you back before waving at everyone and Annie rolling her eyes. “We came to see our infamous little player on the field”. 

You raised an eyebrow, a bit confused at his statement. 

“Who?”, you asked while looking back at the field.

Reiner laughed a little before pointing out at the field to a specific player you hadn’t noticed before. A familiar blonde ran with the ball while two players from the opposing team followed him before he put all his force to his left leg and shot the ball into the goal, the goalie missing by just a few centimeters. 

The stands cheering so loud your eardrums felt they would burst. He walked back towards the center of the field and lifted his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face, his toned body showing off and you could hear some of the girls from the left side of the stands screaming.

“Our Porco there is the new addition to the team, he’s the new midfielder since he got offered a scholarship for being the top player at the Liberio Academy.”

Well, that was not something you expected. I guess Connie was right, they would get a new player on the team. You looked at him as the ball went back into play. He did seem like the type to play this sport, but he seemed to have a lot of stamina for the game. He passed the ball back over to Connie who had Marco, the left wing, running with him, cutting off the other players who tried to get close to the ball.

You asked if Reiner and Bertholdt wanted to sit with the group and they accepted, Reiner picking the spot specifically next to you. A few minutes passed, and Pieck, Colt, and Marcel joined the rest of the group. 

The game continued on, the score tying out to 1-1 by the end of the first half. Everyone seemed really excited to see how the final score would be. You continued talking with everyone and introduced the girls to the guys and Pieck. Annie was the only one that already knew them since they attended school together and she transferred out early.

The second half of the game started and noticed that Porco was the only one besides Connie and Armin who hadn’t been swapped out. For being on the team for the first time, he got a lot of field time, most everyone got switched out due to exhaustion but he stayed.

“It makes sense they kept him in”, Colt said from behind you, snapping you out of your thoughts. You focused in on his voice, and he continued. “He has insane stamina, he could do five marathons back to back and still run a sixth. Wall Rose U and this university wanted to sign him. He’s a natural and can make it pretty far if he tries.”, you kept listening to his words before going back to the field.

The intensity of the game got higher as the last five minutes of the game were panning out. The ball on the home team's side of the field, Porco trying to push the ball back to the opposing side before they could score. The whistle went off and Porco ran towards the player with the ball, kicking it out from under him and following up with Connie, passing it to him and sprinting past the other players to receive the ball. 

The last 20 seconds of the game continued as Connie tried to pass back to Porco but got double teamed by the opposing players. Connie found an opening and passed the ball to Porco with only 10 seconds left on the clock. The entire stands screaming and cheering for the final goal. The defense teamed on Porco but almost like he knew, he kicked the ball ahead and shot it past the defense right as the last two seconds showed on the clock. Right at the buzzer, the ball went into the goal and the count went from 1 to 2. The entire stands started shouting and screaming in celebration and all the teammates ran to Porco, tackling him for making the winning shot of the first game.

All the team members started chanting his name, Sasha yelling in return and you noticed that Reiner and Bertholdt also started cheering him on, and walked down to the end of the steps to give the players high fives. Sasha ran down and tackled Connie and he gave her a kiss as Eren, Jean, Marco and Armin got congratulated by you and the rest of the girls. Pieck, Marcel and Colt went over to Porco and gave him congratulations for scoring the two winning goals.

While everyone was congratulating their friends, you looked over and saw Porco smirking while some of the girls from the stands were cheering for him, thanking them and his friends for cheering him on. 

In that second of you looking at him, he turned back and made eye contact with you while the people around him were talking. Your heart seemed to jump a little in your chest. His eyes felt like they were boring into you and his smirk turned into a grin, almost mockingly, before he turned around and shook hands with Connie who was giving his captain’s appreciation to the new member of the team.

“We’re going to clean up in the locker room then go to Garrison if you guys want to come for a celebratory drink.”, Connie said to the group, Porco’s included and everyone seemed to agree to go with the team, but you shifted in your spot before tugging on Sasha’s sleeve. 

“Do you mind dropping me off back home? I really need to finish some work and kind of want to get a head start on my homework.”.

Sasha looked at you, a disappointed look on her face, “Are you sure? You never come out with us, it’ll be fun!”, you shook your head and just grabbed your phone out of your bag to check the time. 

“Yeah, I’m okay, I just want to get caught up on work.”, you said trying to stand your ground this time. 

“Oh, okay, I can do that then I’ll meet you guys at Garrison”, she said looking back at the group. The guys all said their goodbyes and you gave Reiner a hug goodbye and said goodbye to the rest of his group then followed Sasha out to her car.

Unknown to you, you had two pairs of eyes watching you as you went, one that wished for your attendance at the bar and another that had a growing interest in them. As the team went off to the locker room, and the girls went to reserve a table, one of the guys stayed to watch your disappearing figure a second longer before following behind the rest of the group. Intrigue filling his thoughts.

A/N

Second chapter guys! I think I’ll keep my posting schedule for Wednesdays, mainly because I know a lot of other fics post on Sundays, so you’ll be able to look forward to these chapters just like I look forward to the fics I read. 

Also, I have links attached to all the outfits for (y/n) attached, so each text that has a small underline in it (like the one in this chapter) so you get an idea of the style for this series for the reader.

The positive feedback on the first chapter meant so much to me, I was honestly surprised but thank you guys so much <333

[wwinterwitch]

okay so I've been on a huge writer's block lately and I'm editing some requests I had but I keep thinking they suck. Hopefully I post them soon. I had this in my drafts so I thought I'd share it in the meantime. Enjoy!

TUTOR — SIRIUS BLACK.

summary: you tutor sirius for a potions exam, but he's far more worried about convincing you to go out with him

pairing: sirius black x gn!reader

word count: 1.2K

warnings: none

a reblog would be very much appretiated!

"So what do you get when you mix dragon scales, unicorn hair and salted water?" you asked.

Sirius didn't even attempt to at least pretend like he was thinking about an answer, leaning back on his chair at the time he ran a hand through his long and dark hair. "I honestly have no idea, but that sounds like something I would drink."

"Well...you have to smell it to work, so technically that wasn't nearly as terrible as I thought."

"See? I'm starting to learn a few things. I have a really good teacher," said Sirius with his classical smirk. You were positive that the sight in front of you was enough to make absolutely anyone fall for him. Sirius Black is known around Hogwarts for being extremely charming and attractive and, although you couldn't deny he lived up to what the other students say regarding his looks, you weren't looking to waste your time with him.

And this is not the first time he has tried to hit on you. Whether you're sitting near him in class or at the Great Hall, he'll always find a way to start a conversation with you that'll inevitably end up with him trying to ask you out.

You weren't exactly sure why you have rejected him in the past. He is, after all, incredibly attractive. Maybe is his reputation that makes you wonder if it's even worth it. You're not really a one-time-thing type of person, and Sirius Black looks like the kind of guy that only enjoys that dating dynamic.

But thinking about dating him is not what should be in your mind right now. You're supposed to help him study and that's all. You weren't looking for anything else.

"I'm trying to be a good teacher but it so happens that I got stuck with the worst type of student."

"Now, that hurt my feelings."

You sighed, knowing he's never going to take anything seriously. "Can you please focus on this? Our potions exam is next week."

"Sorry, I do try my best it's just...I get distracted," he trailed off, his smile never fading.

At that moment you wanted to punch him. "Sirius, focus."

"Right. I will if you accept to go to Hogsmade with me on Friday."

"Can't. I already have plans."

"Saturday, then."

"Can't."

"Sunday."

"Oh, I'm busy that day too."

"It's starting to sound like you're making it up."

"Good! That was clever. Care to use that intellect to learn all of this?" you asked, showing him the piece of parchment in front of the two of you on the table.

"Okay. Can you at least tell me why you won't go out with me?"

"Because I'm trying to teach you about potions. This is clearly not the time for you to try to ask me out."

"So there is a right time to ask you out."

You opened your mouth to say something but closed it immediately after, realizing what you just said. "That's not what I meant."

"Really? It sounded to me like you're not rejecting me– not entirely, at least."

"I see you've never heard a no from the people you usually ask out on dates?"

"Believe me, I'm not always this persistent. I only insist when I'm really interested in that particular person."

"Yeah, I bet you say that a lot too."

There was a brief silence between the two of you before Sirius put the parchment upside down, meaning everything written on it was now out of sight. You were about to protest when Sirius spoke one again.

"Now that you mention it, want to play a game?"

"Sirius, please–"

"Let's bet on it. If I can say three potions correctly without any mistakes, you go out with me. If I fail, I stop talking about this and we focus on studying."

You considered it for a moment. It was very tempting to accept and finally get him to study without interrupting the session with all his flirting. Still, it didn't make sense he would bet on something he most likely lose.

"The odds are in your favor, love," he says after noticing you were still thinking about it. "I'll most likely get them all wrong."

"Name five potions."

Sirius nodded. "Five potions it is."

"And you can't back down. If you get one thing wrong you don't ask me out or flirt with me while we're studying."

"Fine. But you can't back down either. You'll owe me a date."

To seal the deal, you extended your hand and he immediately accepted the handshake. Before letting go of your hand, he brought it up to his lips to kiss the back of it, making you roll your eyes at the silly gesture.

Sirius leaned back on his chair, thinking about the five potions to mention before he eventually started naming the ingredients and the names of all the potions he has chosen.

With each word that came out of his mouth, the more in shock you were. He was naming every ingredient of every potion correctly– he even knew the right doses and order! You stared at him in complete disbelief as he finished listing the ingredients of the fifth potion.

He got everything right.

How could he possibly get everything right when he could barely remember the name of the potion you learned last week in class? How could he suddenly know everything?

Could he...

"You tricked me," you said right after he had finished, coming to the realization of what had happened.

"What are you talking about?"

"There's no way you could've known all of that just like that! You never needed my help studying, you already knew everything."

"No, I didn't. Like I said, I have a very good teacher," he insisted.

Once again, the smirk on his face appeared, staring at you as you still tried to process the fact that you fell right into his tramp. That's exactly why he wanted to bet on it, because he knows about potions and just needed a way to get you to accept to go out with him.

Despite doing your best to look annoyed, deep down you were far from feeling that way regarding the situation. It was actually very clever of him to do such a thing and, to be honest, the fact he would go to this extent to get a date with you actually made you feel good.

Maybe he is as charming as everyone says after all, and not even yourself could ignore it.

"That wasn't fair at all."

"You agreed to bet," he said. "Can't back down."

"Okay, but you clearly cheated!" you insisted, closing your textbooks since you weren't going to need them anymore. "Guess I see you on Friday?"

"I thought you were busy on Friday."

You roll your eyes. "Obviously I was lying."

Sirius let out a chuckle, leaning back on his chair once again as he looked at you. "See you on Friday, then."

You grabbed your books to stand up, trying not to look at Sirius because you could practically picture his face right now, smiling triumphantly as he thought of the fact that you two were going on a date.

Once again, you weren't actually upset to spend a day with him, but your pride didn't allow you to show that the idea didn't bother you. As you were walking away, you heard Sirius saying, "Can't wait for our date!"

Of course, you didn't stop walking, hiding from him the little smile that appeared on your face as soon as you heard those words.

[lixxen]

Foolishly Wrong (Luke x Male!Reader)

This is heavily influenced by Foolishly Wrong by Autoheart! This song has been the only song I've listened to in about a week. On repeat.

I'm starting this while in a manic episode, so let's see how good this is lol. This is going to be based off of a real relationship or two, so I'm sorry for everything. I will get carried away. I've been meaning to write for this mother fucker for a hot second and have another draft going for him. He's, uh, OOC I'm pretty sure. I'm reflecting too much of someone else onto him. So, cheers.

(Edit: I finished this around 3am and I am barely conscious. And crying.)

Dedicated to every lovely Stroma Boy writer on this platform. Also specifically, @neptuneswritingwork. I gotta dedicate my Stroma Boys works to you because you have to listen to my asks <3

Warning for (light?) angst and souring relationships/arguing over cheating.

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It started off like any college relationship in movies.

Fleeting smiles and a quick laugh when coffee gets dropped. The scrambling of words and an apology. Hands brushing each other by accident when reaching for the same object.

Then came the awkward flirting, which wasn't normal for Luke. It baffled everyone who knew Luke to see him nervous and off of his game.

Then the confession.

Y/n had never been more happy when Luke had asked him out. Everything seemed like it was out of a fairytale when it happened. He hadn't expected it and he automatically accepted it. He liked Luke, and as a freshman he wanted to have some type of stability and someone to simply be with when things got hard.

The relationship started easily. The two of them knew each other enough to put their differences aside and spent any time they could together. Everyone noticed how well the two got along and made it work. Their schedules kept them apart sometimes, but they made it work as best as they could.

The first year passed and sophomore year for the two of them came like a storm. Luke gotten promotion as the head DJ, as the senior DJ had graduated, and Y/n had taken up more clubs.

Everything was fine. They struggled to plan, but they were getting there. Sometimes the two would get cross with the other simply because the other had made a comment about something. Thankfully, they would apologize and move on.

Then another year passed. Jesse and Becca had gotten their internships. Y/n and Luke became busy with their majors and work.

Y/n sat in the music booth with Luke, picking at some type of take out in his lap. He wasn't paying attention to the music that was quietly playing in the background. It was a remix that Becca had made. It wasn't bad, but Y/n didn't care for it. He didn't care for the genres that she had chosen for it.

"What do you think, love?" Luke asked out of nowhere.

Y/n looked up from his food and simply shrugged.

"It's a remix." Y/n simply answered. Luke scoffed and rolled his eyes.

There it was.

Y/n saying something and Luke seemingly having a problem with it.

"What? I'm just saying. It's a remix. I don't care for them as much. You know that, Luke. Becca is good at what she does. But she's made better ones." Y/n rolled his eyes eyes and pushed his knee against the desk so his swivel chair turned away from Luke.

Y/n and Luke's relationship had started to strain within the last few months. Y/n had started to spend more time with his classmates now that he had to focus on his course work and a lot of it was peer reviewed. Luke was around Becca a lot more since she was taking lead in the internship, unlike Jesse. Y/n couldn't show up to the booth as much anymore, which led to Luke texting him 24/7.

Not that it was a problem for Luke to text him. But Y/n was just as busy as Luke. He couldn't reply every time Luke texted. That made Luke upset.

"I know, but you could at least be nice about it. You know how important these things are to me." Luke looked at Y/n from the corner of his eye. "You're lucky Becca wasn't here to hear that."

"If she asked me I would have told her that it isn't my cup of tea but it is good. I wouldn't be an asshole to her. I know how much she means to you." Y/n felt anger bubble up in his chest.

"Whatever." Luke didn't say anything else.

Y/n shook his head slightly and went back to picking at his food.

He didn't want to argue with Luke. He really didn't. But the two of them were starting to just realize their differences weren't that great after all. They were also taking their anger out on each other and it was slowly eating at the two. Luke seemed to be insecure underneath his rough exterior and Y/n was tired and tired of just everything.

It made Y/n sad to think about it, but he knew their time was running out. He genuinely loved Luke, but they were destroying each other ever so slowly.

Y/n's phone buzzed and it started to play his chipper ringtone. Y/n and Luke looked at the phone before Y/n picked it up. He answered it and pressed it to his ear.

"Yup?" Y/n stood up and walked out of the booth, leaving Luke to stare after him.

Y/n's conversation was too quiet for Luke to hear and he didn't respond much other than yes and no's. When he was done he stepped back into the booth to see Luke frowning at him.

"My groupmates need me for our project." Y/n reached out to put a hand on Luke's shoulder. "I'm sorry but this can't wait. Our deadline is tomorrow and we thought we had it squared away."

"Ah, so you're going to leave me for that bloke you're always with?" Luke looked away from Y/n, whose face changed from his sad frown to a shocked look.

Where was this coming from.

"What do you mean that bloke I'm always with?" Y/n's voice held an edge to it and it came out through gritted teeth.

Was he trying to say Y/n was cheating on him with Steven from group? His close friend that he became close to because of their classes?

"You know exactly what I'm saying, Y/n. You always leave at the drop of the dime whenever he calls." Luke had the same edge in his voice and Y/n could see him gripping onto his ballpoint pen.

"Steven calls because he's the head of our group. We have an ongoing project that is very time sensitive. If I wanted to cheat on you I'd be sneakier than that bloke I'm always with. You wouldn't even fucking know him." Y/n took his hand from Luke's shoulder and tried to burry his bubbling anger. "I can't fucking believe you right now. You're always with Becca and I don't accuse you with cheating."

"Becca is my intern. Like you said, if I wanted to cheat on you then you wouldn't know her." Luke wasn't even looking at Y/n and it pissed him off.

"Whatever. I'm going to work on my fucking project. Call me when you pull your head out of your fucking ass, Lucas." Y/n snatched his bag and food from the desk and stormed out of the booth.

Once Luke could hear the front door slam shut, he slams his fist onto the table and swears loudly.

-

"You're the stupidest man I've ever met."

Luke frowned at Becca's words.

"Becca, don't say that." Luke hated how she stared at him, flabbergasted.

"Why? You're literally the stupidest person I have ever met. You literally accused your boyfriend of cheating. For what reason? Because he spends his time doing school work and working with his classmates? And specifically one calls him to work more than the others?" Becca scoffed at Luke.

"But what if he is cheating?" Luke looked back up to Becca.

"Then he's cheating. He's a piece of shit then. Break up with him." Jesse chimed in as he walked into the room, carrying a bag of take-out. "Are you being insecure again, Luke?"

"Fuck off, Jesse." Luke didn't want Jesse, of all people, to criticize him.

"What are you afraid of?" Becca asked him. "Being alone? You two are slowly falling apart because you two can't handle your own emotions. You two obviously love each other but you don't share a future."

"No. But what else am I supposed to do?" Luke asked as Jesse handed him his order.

"Talk it out or break up." Becca shrugged. "Simple as that."

-

Y/n and Luke laid in Luke's bed quietly.

Luke's fingers were brushing through Y/n's hair slowly as the two simply stared up at the roof.

"I love you." Luke was the one who spoke up first.

"I love you too." Y/n responded in a soft tone.

-

Y/n couldn't shake the pit in his stomach as a single message stared at him from his phone screen.

We need to talk

"Fuck." Y/n placed a hand over his mouth and clicked his phone off, not opening the text.

"What's wrong?" Steven asked from next to Y/n. Steven was writing notes into his notebook; copying Y/n's notes since he missed that lecture for a doctor's appointment.

"Luke wants to talk." Y/n moved the hand over his mouth to rub his eyes.

"Oh eesh. Good luck with that." Steven looked back to his notes quickly. "I wouldn't want to be caught up in one of those."

"What should I do?" Y/n asked Steven as his hands dropped into his lap.

"Break up with him." Steven simply shrugged. "You two are bad for each other now. I remember when you two used to be two peas in a pod and the cutest couple ever. Now it's like watching two cats fight."

"You're breaking my heart, Steven." Y/n groaned and leaned back into his chair, closing his eyes.

"It isn't my fault you two can't handle your own baggage and take it out on each other." Steven sounded tired. "You two obviously just don't work anymore. Be friends or just split. It isn't hard, Y/n."

"I can't just drop him. I want to work this out." Y/n didn't know how he felt in reality. He couldn't handle it anymore to the point where he wouldn't respond to messages automatically. Which made Luke spam him until he answered.

"You're either really into this dude and want to try and make something out of this or you're the most stubborn dumbass I know. You know that, right?" Steven had shaken his head, but Y/n couldn't see it.

Y/n also couldn't see Steven freezing up as Luke walked towards him.

Steven and Luke made eye contact; Steven's mouth opening slightly as he tried to form words and Luke frowned at him.

"Ah shit." Steven got out.

"Ah shit what? Did you fuck up my notes?" Y/n didn't want to open his eyes.

"Actually, he saw me." Luke had reached the table and spoke up.

Y/n jumped and sat back up quickly.

"Luke?" Y/n gasped.

"You didn't answer my text." Luke simply responded.

"We're working and I put my phone on silent." Y/n easily let a lie out of his mouth to hope and not irritate Luke.

"Bullshit." Luke frowned. "Just come talk with me."

"Fine." Y/n stood up and shoved his phone into his pocket before following Luke to the back area of the library. Thankfully, no one was around.

"What is so important that you had to track me down?" Y/n frowned.

"We need to do something about us." Luke simply said.

"Like what?" Y/n shrugged.

"Fix our communication. Our time together. Stop arguing." Luke pointed out the obvious ones.

"Fix you accusing me of things would be one." Y/n felt petty for saying it and the satisfaction of seeing Luke's face looking regretful snuffed it out.

"That also. It was stupid of me to say that." Luke admitted.

"It really was. I know I haven't been the best boyfriend, but I didn't want to accuse you of anything. I wouldn't think you'd cheat on me." Y/n kept a straight face.

"But... could we fix this?" Luke motioned between the two. "Or do you think that we need to work on ourselves and just split it off?"

"I... I don't know Luke, in all honestly. I love you so much but we're not good for each other anymore." Y/n had to be honest. "I can't take the arguing and the spiteful shit anymore. I don't want to feel stressed whenever I get a text."

"What do you suggest then?" Luke asked.

"We need to split. Cut it off." Y/n felt anxiety and fear spike through him. The sadness already seeping through him. "We can't do this, Luke. Maybe in a year or two."

"You know that won't happen." Luke shook his head. Luke looked like he was ready to crack and cry. "We might never go back."

"I'm willing to risk that if it means to escape this hell we've created, Luke. I can't anymore." Y/n could feel the tears already forming.

"Y/n..." Luke started but stopped.

This was it, wasn't it.

Y/n knew it would end, but not this quickly. Not some shitty breakup in a library with Steven waiting at their study table.

"I'm sorry, Luke." Y/n shook his head.

"No, I'm sorry." Luke was actually crying. For the first time in the three years he knew Y/n, he was crying. "Goodbye."

The two of them reached out and hugged each other before Luke left him standing in the science fiction section.

Y/n waited until he knew Luke would be gone before going back to Steven. Steven was watching with wide eyes as Y/n sagged into his seat and started to sob.

The tears came fast as his body fully tensed up. His mouth open as he couldn't stop the heart wrenching noises from coming from his mouth. Steven hugged Y/n and let Y/n curl into him as he sobbed.

The other tables had stopped to watch the two, knowing what happened. The campus wasn't small but it wasn't super big either. People knew Luke and by default Y/n.

Steven rubbed Y/n's back as his friend sobbed.

Y/n could feel his phone vibrate in his pocket and he ignored it to continue his crying.

-

Goodbye

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how sticky | kth

⇢ pairing: ot7 x reader // taehyung focus. ⇢ genre: smut. // pwp. ⇢ word count: 7.6K ⇢ theme: established relationships.  ⇢ rating: explicit. ⇢ warnings: cursing, dirty talk, poly relationship, handjobs, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), public sex, outdoor sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up lovelies), all the boys wanna kiss yn, cum inside/stuffing, slight over stimulation if you squint. ⇢ A/N: literally this idea came to me while watching the first episode and seeing tae washes the dishes sooo, here you goo!! lmao x also if it seems messy or all over the place, that’s bc i wrote this while streaming dynamite and obvi got distracted . 

Namjoon is the first to spot you, just as you're tugging your suitcase from the trunk of your car. The large grin that takes over his features as he makes his way over to you, brown hair flopping in the wind with each step he takes. A silver pot held in his hands that he must've forgotten the purpose of upon setting sights on you.

“You're here.” He says with a large smile, dimples showing while he leaning down to press a soft kiss to your waiting lips. “Did you eat?”

Just with one look around the backyard, you can tell that they just finished eating. Had hoped to arrive a bit earlier so you'd be able to eat with them. “Not yet,” He looked good, as usual, but oddly more attractive in this outdoor environment.

The blue two-piece outfit, which you had quickly realized was a favorite of his, hung loosely around his body. The muscles in his arms flexed as he kept his grip on the pot in his hand. Eyes turn to half-moons with the way he was smiling at you.

It had been a few weeks since you saw them last. What with their jam packed schedule and you keeping up with the things going on in your own life, there wasn't really time to be together the way you wanted. A constant long-distance relationship with the seven of them, even if they were only a few miles away.

Which was the biggest reason you were jumping on the chance to spend this week with them. Secluded with nothing to do but be together. It had been Jin who had suggested it, finding out that you had the same week free. What better way to spend it then with your boyfriends? Agreement coming from his younger members instantly and to your surprise, the staff was quick to agree as well. 

Most times riddled a distraction, but it seemed that you being here sort of fit the relaxation, recharging theme of this entire trip. Zero complaints from you, of course, you were packing your bags the moment you got the green light.

“I'll make you a plate, wait.”

All of a sudden remembering he had been in the middle of doing something before seeing you. Quick steps are taken into the house with the pot in hand and you're right behind him, marveling at the huge land they had rented out for this. All of the greens of the mountains and grass was a pretty contrast to the bright blue sky, the sparkling lake that you couldn't wait to try out.

And there was so much stuff! Placed all over the place from where you can see, each item matching a different member's personality so well that you could guess who asked for what. 

Joon is coming back, hands-free, but only to grab your suitcase, wheeling it into the house. He's gone talking to whoever is in the kitchen before he's returning, arm easily wrapping around your waist as he leads you down the hill.

“You came here looking refreshed,” He notes, finally saying out loud what he had been thinking since you were pulling the suitcase from the car.

Out of all of them, Namjoon seemed to pay a lot of attention to the way you looked. And no, not just the clothes you wore and how they fit – but like deeper. He paid a lot of attention to your facial expressions more than anything, reading your demeanor as if it was his latest page-turner.

A blessing and a curse, because although he knew when something was bothering you and tried his best to fix it without you saying a word. It was also really, extremely hard to hide things for him. Not that you tried to often.

“It was a nice drive and I'm excited to spend time with you guys,” The smile that takes over your features is causing a flutter in his heart, his large hand landing on your arm that you've wrapped around his torso – walking the rest of the way like that.

Jimin is whipping around at the sound of footsteps approaching, and you're eyes are widening at the sight of him. Unwrapping yourself from Joon's body, you're rushing the rest of your steps hands outstretched to touch the edge of the gat hanging from his neck.

“You actually wore it?” Speaking through a slight giggle and he's grinning, hands finding home on your torso as he playfully rolls his eyes. “Of course I wore it, so you better deliver,”

The result of a drunk game of Truth or Dare between the two of you. He spent the entire night choosing truth, but as soon as he was picking dare you were telling him to wear his new hanbok for the first day of shooting. He was agreeing with a roll of his eyes, boasting about how easy it was.

Then on your turn, he was hitting you with that sly grin of his. 'If I wear my hanbok for shooting, then you need to let me...' Words trailing off as he suggestively wiggled his eyebrows in your direction. You were quick to put two and two together of what he wanted. And you were agreeing because of course, you wanted it too.

With a distracted nod, your eyes are shifting to the moving figure behind him. “Of course, baby. Whatever you want.” Breaking from his grasp just as Namjoon is extending the full bowl in your direction.

You thank him with a wide smile, which he acknowledges with a short nod – going back to cleaning up while you take a seat at the table. Sat eating the food that you can tell was made by Jungkook as you watch your two men move around the yard until Joon is disappearing into the house again. Someone else exiting at the same time.

“I thought I heard your voice!” There's a smile in his voice that you can detect without having to listen very hard. And you're proven right as you lift your head, being met with Hoseok's bright smile. “When'd you get here?” He wonders once he's closer, taking the empty spot beside you.

“Not too long ago,” You speak through the mouthful of food in your mouth, the words you're speaking coming out a murmured mess. 

The smile on Hoseok's face only grows, his hand lifting to push his hair back on his forehead. “I missed you.” A random confession that has heat rising in your cheeks. He always did this. Knew what a few simple words did to your mind and took pleasure in making you flustered whenever possible.

This time was no different. Just three words and you were forced to put extra focus on your noodles. He missed you. Obviously, you missed him – that's a given. But the fact that he, Jung Hoseok actually missed you and was just telling you about it casually. With that smile on his face. Yeah, he knew exactly what he was doing.

“I missed you too.” A delayed reply, but he's not faltering. Doesn't even think twice about what you could have been thinking about in the time it took you to answer. Instead, he's reaching his arm to wrap around your shoulders, pulling your body into his so he's able to press a dozen chaste kisses to the top of your head.

And then just like that, he's releasing you. Not even giving you a moment to react before he's standing from his spot beside you and moving to help Jimin clean up the outside area.

After the third time, you're asked to scoot over, you're standing feeling as though you're in the way of the cleaning. So, you go to find the others that you haven't seen yet. Thanks to a FaceTime call from Jungkook while they were going through the tour, you had a pretty good understanding of the layout of this place.

Heading over the hill to the Upper House, bowl in hand. And you're grinning when you spot Jin standing out front, staring at the line of delivered groceries in front of him. “Jinnie!” You're calling with a wave of your hand, and he's turning around.

“Yn!” He calls, just as loud – waving you over with one frantic hand.

Easily speeding up your footsteps, it's not long before you're standing in front of him. Arms wrapped around his torso in a tight hug. “What are you doing?” He's out of your hold now, bending to lift the bags off the ground.

“Putting groceries away.”

Following behind him, you shovel mouthfuls of noodles into your mouth while sinking down at the island. For a little while, you're able to enjoy your meal and engage in broken chatter was Jin moves in and out of the house.

He's filling you in on all the plans he has for this trip and the things he's excited about and you listen with a smile on your face. Loving the way he looks when he's completely in his element, eyes sparkling as he talks about being able to fish with Yoongi.

Speaking of Yoongi. Sauntering out from God knows where, white tee hanging loose – revealing a bit of his chest, baggy black jeans that you've now decided is the only thing you ever want to see him in. His hair is unkempt, laying messily over his forehead and only slightly covering his eyes.

There's a smirk on his face when he notices the blatant way you're gawking at him, sinking into the seat beside you – his cold hand not hesitating to reach for your thigh. “You're here?” He speaks in the bored uninterested drawl that you've become used to. Use to read too much into it before you were realizing that just the way he talked.

Now it had the ability to have heat rushing through your veins, especially if he was using that voice when telling you just exactly he wanted to do to you. Never failed to have you basically salivating, putty for him.

“I just came...” The patterns he draws on your inner thigh stills as he lifts his eyes to look at you, a chuckle falling from his lips. “Did you?” He asks teasingly and you're too dazed to pick up on the double meaning of your words.

His hand inches further up your thigh until the tips of his fingers are just inches from reaching the hem of your mesh shorts. Without a thought, your legs are opening for him – giving him as much room as he needs to do whatever he wants.

Yoongi's grinning at your compliance, his lips are just inches for yours. He takes a moment to study your features. Lips shiny with grease, cheeks slightly flushed, eyes staring unfocused. A slow grin lifts the corners of his lips moments before he's leaning in closer.

Yoongi kisses you once as if he's testing the waters before diving in. Grip tightening on your thigh, pulling your body closer to his while he slowly moves his mouth over yours. Soft tongue slowly tracing over your lower lip and you're instantly opening up for him.

The groan that leaves his lips from the feeling of your wet muscles meeting as arousal rushing through your veins and pooling between your legs, fingers reaching to grasp the rough material of his pants for some type of grounding.

And he grins, teeth gently tugging at your lower lip as his hand slides up your thigh toward your waist. So sure he's fingers are about to sneak underneath your shirt, so you giddily wait for the contact. 

But it never comes. "Would you let the girl breathe, she just got here." Is what you hear.

Jimin, into the Upper House to change into something comfortable. And all too ready to scold his Hyung for trying something with you when it hasn't even been an hour. With a roll of those dark eyes of his, Yoongi is leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips – much different from what he had initially planned.

Moment ruined, he's standing from his spot beside you. “I'm gonna go help Jin,” He announces to no one in particular, cheeks darkened with pink from having been caught. Yoongi talked a big game, but he was the most private out of the boys. Wasn't one for an unwarranted audience and preferred to have you to himself rather than sharing you.

“Tae's washing dishes if you're done with that.” He's jutting his chin out to point at your empty bowl on the island. As he speaks, he undoes the tie of his top letting it sag at his shoulders before he's shrugging it off. And you watch his fingers carefully, allowing your mind to wander to just how skilled he was with those fingers.

Playing the same notes for the past eight years on the piano wasn't the only thing he was good at. It's a moment before you register his words enough to stand to your feet, plucking your plate up and exiting the Upper House to find Taehyung.

Back to you as he scrubs the inside of the bowl, you watch as his hips sway to whatever song he's got going in his head. No idea that you're entering the kitchen or that you've arrived – just in his own world.

Taehyung looks handsome even from the back. 

His broad shoulders were still visible underneath the brown top that was just so him. He wore a pair of olive green shorts, giving you a perfect view of his strong legs and the way they flexed with the movement of his feet. Thoroughly riled up from Yoongi's interrupted touches from before, you're struck with a very mischievous thought.

Light steps are taken in Taehyung's direction, quickly setting your bowl in the sink before reaching your arms to wrap around his waist. Palms sneaking underneath the fabric of his shirt so you're able to touch his soft belly. You feel him still against you, taking a moment to put together that it's you back hugging him like this.

He's turning just enough so he can look down at you, a large smile spread across his lips as his eyes take in your face that looks brighter for some reason. “How long have you been there?” Tae tries to hug you back but gives up because of the awkward position.

“Not long,” You answer, nose pressed in the dip of his back after he's turned. Your lips place soft kisses against his covered back, the tips of his fingers brushing over the skin of his stomach. “I missed you.”

And you had. There was just something about Taehyung that drove you crazy with little to no effort. Had to be his aura. The way he carried himself. The unreadable expression that always decorated his features. How he was able to smile with his entire face, pulling large smiles on the lips of the people around him.

All of that and the simple fact of how well the boy could fuck. Of course, all of the guys knew how you make you feel good. All in their own ways, different and unique and still good. But Taehyung. Fuck, Kim Taehyung. A living Sex God, with a thick long cock that he knew how to use. Long fingers that could bring you to climax over and over again with very little time in between. And that mouth. God, that mouth. 

Porn stars would blush at the dirty things that came out of that boy's mouth.

Taehyung's eyebrow is lifting at the mindless way your fingers are dipping lower down his body, flinching just slightly when the tips of your fingers are grazing his quickly hardening cock. “That type of missed me, huh?” He's grinning, you can tell without having to see his face.

Head nodding slightly, you continue placing gentle kisses against his back – fingers drawing teasing lines over his cock through the fabric of his shorts. “Don't be a tease,” He hisses.

His wet, glove covered hand is wrapping around your wrist – forcing more of his cock underneath your palm. A soft moan falls from your lips at the feeling of it twitching with the new friction. Tae's hips rock slowly with the movement of your hand, half of his attention still on the dishes he washes.

And you pout. Want to turn his mind to mush like he's done to you many times before. Until the only thing he can think about is you and how you're making him feel. Fuck the dishes.

Even on your tiptoes, you're only able to reach the nape of his neck. But it's the first bit of bare skin you're able to press your lips against so you settle for it. Leaving open mouth kisses on it while your fingers slowly make their way underneath the waistband of his shorts.

Pleased to find he had decided to forego underwear, you're instantly met with the warmth of his shaft. A low cruse falling from his lips when your cool palm is wrapping around him. And you hold it there. Waiting to hear the scoff that falls from his lips as he starts to rock his hips again – his cock sliding through your grip easily.

The sound of his breathy groans fills the kitchen, egging you on. You can feel him growing harder in your hand and the slow drag of his hips is quickly driving you crazy until you're giving in to the tiny game you were playing and moving your hand.

“Oh, fuck.” Tae hisses, the dish he had been holding crashing into the sink as his fists reach to grip the edge of the sink. Voice gruff and it's usual deep, it has a wash of arousal flooding your body and fueling your movements. Free hand lifting to grasp his hipbone, holding him steady as you bring your hand up toward his tip.

A simple swipe of your thumb over his bulbous has a shiver running down his spine and a grin pulling on your lips. Strokes on his shaft speeding up as the sound of his breathy groans tickled your ears. Hips stuttering underneath your grasp in an attempt to take more than what you were willing to give him.

Always so greedy.

“Does it feel good?” Voice hushed where he can just barely hear.

Taehyung is quick to nod his head, though. “Your hand feels so good on me, Yn. Faster,” He whines, something that you're not quite used to hearing from him. Especially over a simple handjob.

He must've missed you a lot more than he was willing to admit.

And because your soul purpose is to give Taehyung any and everything he asks for, you're rubbing down on him quicker, squeezing him a bit harder. His cock twitches and jumps in your hold and you're fastened by the effect you have on him that your grip on his hip is loosening – allowing him to freely roll his hips upward.

A strong arm is reaching back while his body twists, large glove covered hand tangled in your hair to hold your head steady. For the first time, you're getting a good look at his face. Eyes blown and unfocused, his cheeks flushed and lips bitten. He looks so sexy staring at you as if it's taking all his restraint not to devour you.

The way he leans in, crashing his lips into yours for a sloppy hungry kiss only validates your thoughts. Grip tightening in your hair to hold your head still while his tongue tickles the roof of your mouth.

You try, desperately, to keep your focus on the movement of your hand. Letting him lick into your mouth and kissing him just as much as you can without completely losing your mind. Taehyung, like his six other teammates, worked really well with his mouth. In all ways.

He's nibbling on your lower lip, harsh breaths exiting his nostrils as your thumb runs over the underside of his cock. So close and you can tell from the now frantic roll of his hips. And you're more than ready to bring him there, loved watching him fall apart for you, because of you.

More than ready to have him explode in your palm so you can like it up when the sharp knock on the glass behind you is stilling your movements. Head turning to peak behind you, but Taehyung does stop his head tilting so he's able to suck wet hickeys into your warm skin.

Hoseok stands on the other side of the door, looking extremely impatient. You move to pull your hand from his pants, but Taehyung is quick to grasp your wrist. “Yn, I swear to God.” He speaks through gritted teeth and you're flashing a bright smile up at him.

“It's Hobi,” There's another knock on the glass, “He can't just stand out there,” Laughing, you manage to wiggle yourself out of Taehyung's grasp. He watches you with squinted eyes as you pull the door open for his Hyung.

Cued in on what had been keeping you, a teasing smirk plays on his lips. “What? You're just in here giving Taehyungie all the attention?” Both hands knit into your hair from underneath, slowly closing the space between you two.

“He's working hard in here,” You defend with a slight pout. Upon realizing he wasn't going to be getting off any time soon, Tae turns his attention back to the dishes. Scrubbing the gunk off with much for strength than needed, quiet grumbles leaving his lips.

“I worked hard too, cleaned up outside all by myself. What do I get?” Lips a mere inches from yours, all you'd have to do was lift up onto your tiptoes to feel their softness. “I saw Jiminie helping you.”

Hoseok is rolling his eyes at the slight detail. You're teasing him, he can tell from the way you're gripping his shirt in your fists. Like you're desperate to feel him but at the same time seeing how much you can hold back.

What you failed to realize was, he was much better at teasing than you. Without a second thought, he's leaning down to press his lips against yours. Kiss much different from Taehyung's. More controlled. More intense. Strong hands reach for your thighs, easily lifting your body off of the floor and setting you to sit on the countertop.

He's taking up space between your legs, large hands set on your thighs while he sucks your lower lip into his mouth. You can feel the smirk that plays on his lips from the sound of your moan. 

Hoseok responds by reaching back to give your ass a firm squeeze, pulling your body toward his. He's hard. You can feel it through the fabric of his neon shorts, but the moment you're angling your hips to feel more of him – he's pulling back. 

“Jimin should finish up, hm?” Recalling your earlier comment with a teasing glint in his eye. Planting a soft kiss to your lips, he backs away attention now on Namjoon who had entered with a bag of groceries. As if nothing had happened.

Body buzzing and senses fogged, you're left to wonder just how many times you'd be denied the release you craved.

The two men chatted amongst each other mindlessly, surveying the contents of the fully stalked fridge in front of them. Joon is pulling a bottle of coffee from the bunch, handing it over to you with a soft smile before twisting the cap on his own. You watch as he wraps his plump lips around the edge, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows the liquid down.

Plopping down on the soft red cushion, you watch as Joon moves to offer Tae a sip of his drink. Which he's denying with a pout of his lips. From where you're sitting, you can see that his bulge has gone down a bit – but the foggy need for sexual release stays. You know the feeling. Had half the mind to get on your knees for him right then and there, not like either of them would complain.

They did share you, at times. And those were the times that you secretly hoped for each time you were being interrupted with one of them. But, all of them were so different from their interests and really liked the idea of being alone with you – it didn't happen as often as you'd like.

You could simply suggest it and no doubt they'd agree to the idea. Ready to do whatever you asked to fill your desire. But you liked the surprise of not knowing just when you'd be taking two cocks, or three, or maybe even four. All seven if the weather was right. The suspense had a great effect on you.

Jimin is entering the main house just as halfway through drinking your chilled coffee. Fully changed out of his hanbok, standing in a pair of loose-fitting black shorts and a white SAINT LAURENT tee. Dark hair floppy messily at the top of his head, evident that he's been running his fingers through it.

He looked good enough to eat and if he kept looking at you with those bedroom eyes, you were about to do just that. Beeline made in your direction, settling in the spot beside you. An innocent hand lands on your thigh and your brain short circuits, registering it as anything but.

Without a word, he's reaching for your bottle, taking a long sip from it before licking the drip from his lips. “Where's Kookie?” You ask, forcing your thoughts not to wander too much. And realizing you had yet to see that bunny smile of his, hear the cute way he say's 'Noona' as he wobbles in your direction.

The same age as Namjoon which made you older than Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook – yet Jungkook was the only one out of the three that actually referred to you as Noona. No matter how many times you'd tell him to speak comfortably with you, he'd refuse with blushed and a shake of his head.

The others believed he got off on it, the subtle reminder that you were older than him but he was still able to turn you to make you fall apart with the simple flex of his thigh. “You haven't seen him?” Hoseok speaks with his head inches deep in the fridge and you shake your head despite the fact he cannot see you.

“He’ll come running the moment he hears you're here,” Deciding that your drink is his now, Jimin stands from his spot beside you heading further into the house. Steps cut off by Jungkook turning the corner, as if on cue.

“What!?” A large grin on his lips as his sparkling eyes land on you. Soft hair bouncing as he skips over to you, leaning over the counter so you're face to face. Tattooed hand reaching forward to enclose the back of your neck, gently pulling you forward until your foreheads are touching. “You didn't tell me you were here, Noona.” Eyebrow arched and head tilted to the side.

You can barely see his face with how close you are to it, but there's no doubt that he looks attractive as hell right now in his attempt to be intimidating. Lower lip poking out in a slight plea, “I'm sorry, baby. I was asking about you, though.”

Jungkook only half listens to your words. Some space put between you and he takes advantage of that by allowing his eyes to take in your appearance greedily. Aware of the warmer temperature, you had decided a simple v-neck crop top would suffice. From this angle, he could see straight down your top. And he was doing very little to hide the fact that he was looking, respectfully.

“I'm sure you can think of some ways to make it up to me. Right, Noona?” Hand slipping from the back of your neck, the tips of his fingers brushing over the collar of your shirt. Lips suddenly dry, your tongue is jutting out to wet them. Thighs squeeze together instinctively at the promise his words held.

A contrast to his demeanor, Jungkook is placing a sweet kiss on your lips. One that lingers for a second shorter than you want, but the small smile on his lips upon pulling away is enough to make your heart melt.

All at once, he's releasing you and moving on to follow Jimin out of the kitchen. Taehyung is finishing up he dishes at the same moment, shaking his hands of the water droplets before wiping the excess onto his shorts.

Alone in the room with him again and you feel the atmosphere shift as soon as his eyes settle on you. Finally able to get a good look at you and taking in just how short your shorts are and how thin the material of your top is. But Taehyung is a gentleman when he wants to be. 

His hand rests on your back, the tips of his fingers brushing against the bare skin your shirt leaves exposed. “Want to go for a walk?” Teeth biting into his plump lower lip. Instantly, you're sliding from your seat head nodding at his words.

Taehyung's arms wrap around your waist, pulling your body into his chest and you just faintly see the grin on his face before you're being enveloped in his sweet scent. Guided steps are taken into the game room where Namjoon sits, a laugh leaving his lips at the weird way the two of you are walking.

“What are you making?”

“A boat,” Joon says with a wide smile, lifting the plastic boat to show you. Cutie. Impatient, Taehyung is pushing his hips forward into yours. Even through the layers and with the small fact that he's not exactly hard at the moment – you can still feel his bulge against your ass cheek.

But he doesn't stop there, slowly dragging his hips up so you can feel his entire length. A strangled gasp is leaving your lips that has Taehyung smirking, Namjoon too focused on whether or not he just broke his model, doesn't notice.

Arms tightening around your waist, Taehyung takes a step forward – urging you to do the same.

When Tae said he wanted to take you on a walk, he wasn't speaking in sexual innuendos. You had actually gone for a walk around the land. Hand in hand making comfortable chatter as you soaked in the nice weather.

Somehow, you managed to convince yourself that he hadn't been itching to get you alone to fuck you – but really just wanted to spend some time alone with you. It's sweet when you think about it. The gentle way he's talking to you about the nervousness that surrounds working on his new mixtape. His soft thumb brushing over your knuckles as you assure him that everything will turn out alright.

It's not until you're reaching the picnic table just a few feet from the water, is he wrapping his arm around your hips. Lifting you from the ground as if you weighed nothing and setting you down on the table.

Blunt nails lightly dragging over the back of your knees as he gently spreads your legs so he's able to stand in the middle of them. He's easily hooking your legs around his waist, ankles instantly locking to pull him closer to you. “You know what I want to do right now?” 

“What?” You humor him, even though you could probably guess. Arms lifting to wrap around his neck, head tilting to the side as a slight smirk plays on your lips. His mouth hovers over your ear, wet brushing over the shell of it as he speaks.

“Wanna taste that sweet little cunt. Bet you're already soaked from all the attention you've been getting.” To prove his point, Tae's fingers trail up between your thighs. Your body shudders as he drags a single digit over your slit through the fabric.

He wasn't wrong, had started to feel the heat pool between your legs when Yoongi first kissed you. Mind driving you insane with being able to be with them for this entire week. All of them. It was safe to say it had gotten to you in a very obvious way.

Not one to tease, Taehyung is using his long fingers to push both your shorts and panties to the side so his fingers can press against your bare skin. A surprised gasp leaving your lips with the nudge on your clit, hips bowing toward him. He grins.

“Gonna be a good girl for me?” He's a little breathless, but his fingers never falter. A single digit slipping past your folds and pushing through your walls. “Shit.” He chuckles at the enthusiastic way you nod your hand, tongue rolling over his lips before biting down. “Yeah? Gonna cum all sloppy on my tongue, baby? Let me hear you.”

At the end of his words, his thumb is pressing into your clit, rolling it around lazily as his finger moves slowly inside of you. “Y-yes-” Words breaking on a loud whine, he slows his fingers – waiting. “Wanna cum on your tongue, Tae... p-please.” Hips lifting to rock into his hand but he's pulling back, leaving you feeling empty.

It doesn't last long because he's quick with lifting your leg. Fingers wet with your arousal and wrapped around your thigh, bringing it up to his shoulder. Tae lowers himself to his knees in front of you, at the same time pushing the useless material aside before diving in.

Taehyung watches you through his long eyelashes while dragging his tongue along your folds. Always loved the way you looked when he was between your legs. The way you tried to keep your eyes open to watch him, biting your lip in an attempt to keep quiet, fingers tangling in his hair – holding him close. Hot.

Tongue dragging up to flick against your clit, Taehyung reaches for your other ankle. Lifting your leg over his shoulder so he's completely enclosed by your legs. Plush lips wrap around your bundle of nerves, sucking gently while he's pushing two fingers past your walls. 

“Oh! Tae, fuck...” Panting at this point, grip in his hair used to pull him tighter against you. His free hand reaching around to sneak underneath the hem of your shorts, palming your ass while pulling you closer. Fingers angled to brush against the sweet spot inside of you, loving the way you squirm underneath him.

Just faintly, you can see the outline of his hard cock through his shorts. Straining against the fabric begging for some attention. Having you spread out for him, hearing those pretty moans fall from your lips is enough to drive anyone mad. And it doesn't help that Tae's been waiting for this for weeks.

Sharp teeth nip at your clit just as he's pushing another finger inside of you. “Taehyung!” You're crying out, in half pleasure – but also a warning. If he continued like this you'd be cumming before even getting to feel him inside of you.

“Close, baby?” His words are delivered into your throbbing cunt, sending vibrations through your body that has your back arching. Fingers tightening in his hair as you grind your hips desperately into him.

So close you can practically taste it, no longer able to worry about not being able to feel him. Just chasing your release. A breathy chant of 'keep going' falling from your lips as you hold his head in place.

Heat spreads throughout your body, a dull ache starting in your core and spreading throughout your body. Walls clenched so tight around his fingers that it's almost hard for him to pull back, so he doesn't, instead pushes deeper – pressing all three fingers against your sweet spot. In that exact moment, his lips are wrapping around your clit, sucking harshly and you feel the band snap.

Body tightening and legs shaking as incoherent curses fall from your lips. Taehyung watches your pretty eyes roll back, head tipping too. And once he's sure you're at the peak of your climax, he's pulling his fingers from inside of you and standing to his feet. Quick with fishing his cock from inside his shorts, you just barely notice the absence before you're being filled again.

A drawn-out whine falls from your lips at the new stretch, a thick groan from his from the tight squeeze. The wetness from your release makes it easy for him to move, though and he's thankful – too eager to wait longer than a few seconds to have you.

Your fingers struggle to find something to grasp as he ruts against you in an almost brutal pace. Each snap of his hips pushing your body further up on the table, only for him to drag you back down toward him. Loud cries and incoherent sentences fall from your lips that you're sure anyone in a 50-mile radius could put together what the two of you are doing.

Taehyung loves it, though. It's like fuel to his ever-growing ego. Chants of his name falling from your pretty lips, nails clutching at the fabric of his shirt as you beg for him. Just the knowledge he's able to make someone like you, like this. Yeah, he loves it.

“Fuck. This greedy little cunt,” He nearly grunts, eyes flashing up to take in your fucked out expression. His thumb is easily finding your clit through the wet mess between your legs, rubbing it slowly. “You wanna cum again? All over my cock this time?”

A frantic bob of your head and a whiny 'please' is prompting him to reach for your hips. Easily, he's lifting your body from the table, securing your legs around his waist. His hips rut against yours with much more fervor in this standing position. And you attempt to meet his thrusts but you're so delirious that all you can manage is a lazy bounce.

Arms wrapped around his neck and face buried in the crook of his neck, your walls squeeze around him as you feel the pressure build in your stomach again. Sloppy, wet kisses sucked into his skin. Teeth scraping against the tanned flesh before you're crying out your orgasm, body shaking in his arms.

You're positive if it weren't for the rough grip he has on your ass, you'd be sprawled out on the floor from the power of it. Taehyung fucks you through the entire thing, not slowing down until he feels his own release approaching, just second after yours. Thighs tightening and thrust becoming sloppy while he pulls your body down tighter against his.

The feeling of his thick ropes of cum coating your insides has your senses waking up, that paired with the slow drag of his cock inside of you has your legs stiffening again. Hips rocking slowly against his as another tiny orgasm washes over you. So small Taehyung wouldn't have noticed it if he hadn't been paying attention – but of course, he was.

“Did you just cum again?” He says with a laugh, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Lips sucked into your mouth to hide the sheepish grin that fought to take over your features. “It felt good... you cumming, inside.”

A triumphant grin takes over his features and he's leaning down to press a lingering kiss to your lips. “Let's keep it in then,” He's mumbling against your mouth and you're not sure what he means until he's pulling out – fingers quick to meet your entrance, pushing his cum back inside of you.

Body twitching with overstimulation, but you let him stuff you with his cum, not able to deny how hot it was. Especially the look of concentration on his face, careful not to miss a drop. Once he's satisfied, he's secured your shorts back in place patting his hand over your crotch playfully.

“You better keep it in there, too. Gonna fuck it out of you later,” He promises with a large grin, head tilting up to nibble at your jaw. He's got one hand resting on the curve of your ass, the other gripping your thigh. Zero plans to put you down any time soon, loving the way you're wrapped around him.

He'd stay like this with you forever if he wasn't for the distance shout he's hearing from the main house. Trying to ignore it and praying that you don't hear it, but as it grows louder your ears are perking up.

“Taehyung-ah!” It's Namjoon's voice and you're immediately pulling back when you register it. “Think Joon is looking for us,” You say through a giggle, the kisses he's leaving on your skin starting to tickle.

“He'll give up.” Tae murmurs, trailing a wet line of kisses down the length of your neck. And you almost agree with him, but you hear Namjoon call again and figure it would be best to just go see what he wants. So, despite Taehyung's reluctance, you're unwrapping your legs from around him.

“Or we can go see what's up.” Taehyung's changing his tune once he's realizing you weren't going to change yours.

His arm is easily sliding around your waist, pulling your body into his as the two of you make your way back into the main house. It's a little weird walking with his cum stuffed inside of you. Like a subtle heaviness between your legs that you just barely go without noticing. And if you moved too fast you could feel a bit of it start to trickle out, forcing you to pay much more attention to your movements than usual.

When the two of you are reaching the sliding door, it's locked. Your other six men are sat in the room, snickers falling from their lips with one look at your frazzled state and the fact that you're locked out.

“Ooh, what were you guys doing out there?” You can hear Hoseok's teasing tone through the glass. As if it weren't obvious. As if they didn't hear what you guys were doing out there.

Taehyung doesn't miss a beat, hand dropping down to grasp your ass. “Stuffed her full of my cum.” He says with a wide grin that has hollers of amusement falling from their lips. “Tae!” You're gasping, face heating up as you lift your arm to punch at his shoulder.

“What it's true?” Sparkling eyes turned to you, lips shaped in a soft pout that you'd lean up and kiss if you weren't sure it'd have a glob of his cum rolling down your leg.

Namjoon, your perfect little angel, is the one to pull the door open. And you're thanking him as you walk past, carefully taking the vacant spot beside Jungkook. “Do you really have cum in you, Noona?” He wonders. Eyes dark while a curious hand reaches to brush over the waistband of your shorts.

“Only a little bit,” Fingers lifting to just barely pinch your fingers together to show him. “Prove it,” He says with a tad bit of playfulness in his tone, tugging at your shorts just slightly. 

You have half the mind to do just that. The thought lingering in your mind long enough for both Hoseok and Yoongi to notice. Intrigued, Hobi waits to see if you'll actually do it – but Yoongi speaks up before the tension can grow any thicker.

“We're choosing rooms,” Changing the subject completely acting as if an eight-way orgy wasn't just on the table. “Oh, right!” Joon, who had been subtly watching to see if you take Kook's dare is all of a sudden the reason he had gathered everyone.

A few moments are granted for conversation to bounce around the room, choosing where they'll sleep for the next seven days. And once they've settled their arrangements, attention is back on you – but for an entirely different reason now.

“Noona can share the floating house with me,” Jungkook is saying with a wide grin, keying you in on the fact that this conversation had been going on a bit longer than you had been paying attention.

With a quick nod of your head, you're assuring the young boy that you'll share the room with him. “I figured I'd just bounce around? If you guys don't care.” Much easier that way, whoever wanted you to spend the night in the room – you would. But to keep things tidy, you'd keep your stuff in the floating house with Jungkook.

“Of course we don't care-” Jin starts, but his words are being cut off by Taehyung's haste. “My room first!” Hand raised in a cute schoolboy raised, the look that he pins you with washes all remnants of the word cute out of your mind, though. 

With a thick roll of his eyes, Namjoon's standing. “If she wants to. You choose, baby.” His attention now on you and the pet name has shivers running down your spine. There was just something about the way Joon called you 'baby' that had you keening.

He doesn't act on it, though. Not right now. And neither do you. One by one, they each break off to do their own thing until dinner time. You find yourself following Jin out to the dock after hearing he was going to fish for a little bit. You had gone on quite a few fishing trips with him, never did it but liked to keep him company when he went.

It's hard to ignore how at ease you feel here, with them. Not a single worry in mind in this secluded spot with your favorite guys. Where they're able to be themselves and be with you and be happy. Thankful that you were able to join them. And so ready to be apart of the memories this next week holds.

No matter how sticky.

- seven days in the forest spent with your seven boyfriends while they film their upcoming reality tv show. there’s no telling what the eight of you will get into when the cameras are off.

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[randynova]

Poor Petal, she must have had a panic attack when she found out she was pregnant for the first time.

She was downright terrified.

She broke down crying, screaming into her pillow, refusing to let Doma hold or console her. Surprisingly, he left her alone, letting her deal with her emotions on her own.

The only words he left her was, "Oh, [Name], I'm so happy. Soon, we're going to be parents, my sweet pretty petal!"

[Name] just couldn't understand how this happened. She was careful, so diligent in taking the tea every night. She began racking her mind, trying to make sense of it all, and search for a possibility why this small mistake occurred.

Until she recalled two months prior, where Doma's insatiable hunger for his wife consumed him. Like an animal in heat, he forced himself on her, ignoring her pleas to stop, releasing his fertile seed deep into her womb. Over and over again, he made sure every night she was filled with his cum, having the sole mission to make her bear his children.

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Doma had to travel southward for demon duties and he felt this was the perfect opportunity for you both to get closer. A whole week together, all alone while he was free from his duties, a chance to finally have some quality bonding time without his cult. It was a dream come true.

However, this place was in the middle of nowhere, hardly any villages, let alone stores, around. All the sources you used to protect yourself from Doma were gone, the foods and teas you consumed to prevent a pregnancy out of reach.

The only people around were fellow upper moons, who stayed far away from your husband, especially you.

Thus, you were forced to endure his doting behavior, forced to play his dangerous games, and forced to let him breed you.

✦✦✦ ✦✦✦

"Pretty petal. So pretty, so beautiful. You're taking me so well, hah," Doma laughs, snapping his hips harshly, thick balls slapping against your skin. You bounced with every thrust, mewling and whimpering, begging him to slow down. It only stirred him on to go faster. "No, no, no, this is the best way to ensure maximum success with fertilizing you. I have to make sure my seed is as deep as possible inside you, my petal!"

The aching between your legs grew, arching your back as an orgasm washes over you once again. Your juices release over his thick cock, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your velvet walls constrict around him. "Ah! Ah, D-Doma!"

"Mm, hngh! P-petal! Petal! Petal! " Doma whines out, biting his bottom lip, grinning like a madman as the sweet relief of climax fast approaches him. His thrusts turn sloppy and his hips stutter. Quickly, he pulls out and leaves you feeling empty for a few seconds. He grabs your legs, hooking his arms around your knees, and pushes your thighs to your chest, claws digging into your plush skin as he starts to hammer into you. "So-so good! Such a good girl! You'll be such a good mother, sweet petal! Just you wait! I'll make you a mommy, ok? Just- fuck!"

He releases long, thick ropes of cum, painting your womb white with his fertile seed once more. He thrusts weakly, head falling back as he gasps. "Mm, ah-ah, [N-Name]...!" You squeeze your eyes shut, looking to the side, swallowing bitterly as he fills you to the brim, cum leaking out as he slides in and out. It drips onto the bed, staining the pristine, red cotton sheets.

"Oh, petal, please don't look away. I want to see you," Doma croons, pulling out with a shaky breath and looking down at the mess between your legs with a grin. White painted the sheets below like a puddle. He pulls out with a groan. Seeing the way your pussy gushes out his cum, flexing around nothing, it makes him want to take you all over again. He slides two fingers up across your folds, gathering his seed, and pushing it back into your sopping hole with his fingertips. He hums whilsts you whine, rocking your hips at the weird sensation. "Such a pretty sight, you took me so well, petal. I'm so proud of you!"

He's met with silence. Though, it doesn't bother him as he already fulfilled his task for the night. After five long rounds, he believes its enough for the day and he'll repeat the process tomorrow. For now, both of you need rest, we'll, mainly you if you're going to stay awake during the whole ordeal.

You were in a daze as Doma cleaned both you and himself up, changing the sheets into soft clean ones, and covering your body with the blankets, tucking it in.

"Good night, my pretty wife," Doma whispers, taking his spot beside you, his arms slithering around your frame and pulling you close. His chest pressed against your nude back, his legs tangling in yours, and he buried his face in your hair, taking a deep breath of your sweet aroma. "I love you..."

✦✦✦ ✦✦✦

Immediately after coming back from your journey, Doma became busy, his schedule packed to the brim with orders from his master. It irritated him, saddened him even, that he would be apart from you for a while.

As much as he loved ravishing your body every night, he had to focus on completing every task with precise accuracy. He doesn't want to disappoint his master after all.

But before he left you alone the first night back, he replaced your assigned follower with a different one. One that reported back to him and carried out his orders, their loyalty to the demon overriding their morals to protect you.

He wasn't stupid. It didn't take long for him to figure out the tea you drank prevented you from becoming pregnant, a huge change to the tea he got to make you fertile. The news did upset him, but he hid the discovery and played along with your little antics. It made him try to come up with a solution, where he disguised the tea you drank to better fit his wishes.

Like an unsuspecting mouse, you walked right into the cat's claws.

Anyone who tried helping you was either eaten by Doma or killed by him in another manner. If the actions of a stupid, disloyal follower was keeping him away from his dream of having a family, the demon won't hesitate to get rid of them. They should know better.

Doma's dreams are his followers' orders.

If he says he dreamt of eating a hundred virgins, his followers should offer him the bountiful feast of meat from a hundred virgins.

If he says he dreamt of growing his cult, his followers should go out and recruit people to join them.

Now, if he says he dreams of a child with his wife, his followers should offer their help and make sure he gets his child.

By god, did they live up to his expectations for once. Everyone - from the ones who prepared your meals to the new members who brought you gifts - made sure every small action built up to the final wish of their leader's plan.

Every food and drink you consumed had been carefully chosen to help make you plump and help the baby grow. Every bath had been filled with excotic herbs to soothe your changing body. Every offering had slowly been gearing towards a human smaller than you. Yet, you never really paid attention to the small differences.

Doma noticed how tired you seem lately, how you complained to the follower assigned to you about the tenderness of your breast and the pain of your abdominal and pelvis area, and even how different you looked, almost glowing.

At first, he didn't put the pieces together. Surely all women were like this, right? Yet, that wasn't the case.

He found himself always wondering why your emotions were easily more unhinged, why you ate the foods he hand-fed you more easily, or why you were napping in the afternoon. Yes, he liked these changes and welcomed them eagerly, believing you were finally warming up to him. But why?

After nearly six weeks, you were worried why your period didn't come. You speculated the stress could have been a prominent factor in causing your late cycle, sometimes occurring in your youth. You seem bloated lately as well, you note, or it could've been weight gain due to the food you have been eating lately. Thus you brushed it off.

It'll come soon, you just know it. Afterall, you're still a human and change is a part of life.

In another area of the temple, a different situation was unfolding. When the trusted follower reported to Doma about your very late menstrual cycle, he clapped with joy like a child being entertained. Of course! How slow can he be?! You finally are carrying his child! The hormonal changes affected how you behaved with him and the sudden weight gain explained it all.

Oh, he just couldn't wait for the day to come!

However...

He had to make sure you did nothing irresponsible to push back his dream.

Doma became more strict and possessive with you. He didn't let you go anywhere alone. Even if you were in the privacy of your room, someone had to be there.

The days where you spent waiting for him in your bedroom were now spent at his side. He forced you to sit on his lap like before, feeding you more than you're used to. Any question concerning his increase of doting behavior was met with a laugh and a kiss to your cheek. "I just love you so much, I want you to be healthy!"

Doma isn't stupid. He knew the moment he mentioned, or even insinuated, you were pregnant, you would break down and possibly affect the baby negatively. He didn't know if you were capable of taking drastic measures of getting rid of it this far along, but he didn't want to find out.

With careful, watchful eyes, Doma made sure everyday you were fed well, that you were always protected, and made sure nothing upset you. He went the extra mile to find medicine and herbs incase you ever fell ill. The demon made sure your attention was always occupied to keep from noticing your changing body.

To say it worked was an understatement.

By the fifth month, you realized despite your growing stomach, you weren't gaining weight anywhere else. Most of your clothes fit like a glove except around your abdomen.

Your heart began to race as you wracked your mind of the events for the past few months.

When was the last time you had gotten your period?

You don't recall changing your sheets every month because you stained it, nor do you recall dealing with the hassle of keeping yourself clean. Come to think of it, you felt at ease these past few months, the usual cramps and cravings you felt no longer bothering you like before.

Ridding yourself of your clothes, slipping your kimono off until you're left in your undergarments of hadajyuban and susuyoke. You undid your sash and revealed your stomach. You're met with the sight of your bulging tummy and tender breasts. Pressing a finger pad to the skin of your stomach, it seemed firm instead of soft and plush. With a shaky breath, you pressed your palms against your stomach and...

Kick. Kick.

You removed your hands immediately, face falling. No...

No. No! No! No!

How didn't you notice it before!?

Your chest fell and rose quickly with every breath you took, hyperventilating as the situation dawned on you. You were pregnant. Actually pregnant with that damn demon's child. A bellowing scream ripped from your throat, the high-pitch intensity resonating like shattering glass throughout the temple.

Doma raced to your bedroom, fearing the worse as he heard his wife scream. He ran into the bedroom, only to be met with your form bawling on the floor, hunched over as sobs wracked your body. Followers tried to console you, yet you ignored them.

Doma approached you carefully and crouched down, but the moment he put a hand on your back, you whipped your head and cracked your hand across his face like a whip. He fell back, catching himself, shock etched into his features. You... You hit him? He paid no mind to the followers who raced to his side, asking him if he was okay. He was more surprised you dared slap him.

The stinging of his cheek didn't hurt , but it caught him off guard. He looked up and leered at you with wide eyes. Yet he clashed with the burning, sorrowful gaze you held.

"Fuck you! Goddamnit, leave me alone, you monster! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!!" You screech, standing up and burying your face in your hands. Tears slipped through your fingers and dripped to the floor.

Doma smiled, finally understanding why you were reacting the way you were. He began chuckling, then giggling, and then he broke into a fit of laughter. He stood up and held a hand to his face, looking at you with a crazed, delighted expression on his face. Gleefully, he spoke, "Oh, petal! You finally caught on!"

You shake your head and begin crying louder, turning your back to the demon. "No, no, no...," you whimper.

"We're going to be parents...," Doma croons, taking small, quiet steps towards you. Like before, he tries pulling you close but you brush him off.

"Please... Please, just leave me alone...!"

"Oh, [Name], you'll see. Once our baby is here, you'll love being a mommy. Just like I'll love being a papa...!"

"No... I didn't want this...."

"But I did! I told you for so long...," Doma whispers, uncomfortably close to you. He lets out a breathy laugh. "And now that you're finally with child, I'm going to make sure I see my baby no matter what."

You could only stand in horror, listening to his voice. The panic crawled up your throat, fear taking hold of you as you froze up. With bated breath, you wait for him to leave. But his next words made your heart drop and blood run cold.

"I'm willing to do anything for our child, [Name]. Even if it means I may have to hurt you to guarantee their safe arrival."

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Doma is not submissive and breedable. He is dominant and fertile.

He finally has his wish of having a family with the woman he loves.

And he'll do anything to make it come true.

Even if it means he has to become the monster and hurt you to get it.

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©𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚊 || 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 || 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚜, 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚎𝚝𝚌. 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜,

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