#large man is incredibly soft with his partner

[iguessigotta]

lorian 19

Intimate Moments prompts #19 - reassuring touches check my pinned post for available characters i hope headcanons are ok! i realized while writing this that my Lorian and Reader are like mirrors of each other. i'd love to play around with that some more

your (much smaller) hands on either side of his face

his (much larger) hand engulfing your hip

when you unconsciously scoot towards him in your sleep

when he curls himself tighter around your body, careful not to wake you

leaning your full weight against his side

him leaning a fraction of his weight against you in response

your hands combing through his hair, his head resting heavy in your lap

when he wakes up - he wasn't aware he fell asleep - to you tucking flowers into the intricate mass of braids you'd done while he'd slept

when he scoops you off the floor, pulling you into his arms and laughing at your surprised yelp before you melt into him

[starstruckmiraclekitty]

Hi hi!!

Okay so I was thinking what about a task 141 + big man konig with a reader that likes to slap their ass cheekily or just plain ass grab them,any time is fair game,the boys are all in the barracks or in a meeting room? Better line up. 😂

Only if you're comfy ofc!!

Aha! This is perfect, lol. Hope this does what you were looking for justice😊 did a little twist as the reader doing it for the first time.

Warnings: sexual references, mild swearing

141 + König x GN Reader When You Slap/Grab Their Ass Playfully.

Simon "Ghost" Riley-

You'd seen videos circling the internet of people slapping their partners asses randomly to see their reactions, and you wanted to try it on Simon. While you were mildly terrified of what his reaction would be, you decided you still wanted to go with it.

The two of you were cleaning up after a home cooked meal, and you knew now was the time to strike. He was wearing a tight-fitting pair of sweats, and his ass looked just too good not to hit.

You sauntered up to him with a smile and gave his ass a loud "SMACK".

He set the dish he was holding down in the sink before turning head slowly to look at you, a dark look crossing his face.

You gulped at the look on his face before backing away. "I-I had to. I'm sorry."

"Had to?" He asked, and you nodded meekly in response.

"Or wanted to?" A smirk started to form on his lips.

".....both?" You mumbled sheepishly.

"That so?" The smirk lining his face was terrifying to you. He moved closer to you, effectively trapping you against the counter. "Why don't you head on upstairs, yeah? I'll up in a few. "

It seemed Simon, too, enjoyed smacking your ass, as evident from the large red handprint that was left on your ass cheek later that night.

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish-

You and Johnny had a little bet going on who out of the two of you would be the first to crack without sex. Johnny had said he'd be able to last longer, and you desperately wanted to prove him wrong.

It started out simple enough, soft arm touches, thigh squeezes, "subtly" grinding yourself against his crotch. Nothing seemed to be cracking him, to your surprise.

Determined to win, you had one final card up your sleeve. Johnny was out working on his car, minding his own business. You'd be lying if you said you didn't find the sight incredibly attractive.

He was bent over, wearing a tight muscle T-shirt and tight workout shorts. You bit your lip in anticipation and walked over to carry out your plan.

"Hey baby. Looking good out here." You cooed as you walked up behind him.

As he peered around to look at you, you slid your hands down his waist until you reached his bum and squeezed the flesh there firmly before smoothing your hands up and down.

"I uhhhh, fucking hell Y/N." Johnny shook his head and moved away from your wandering hands. "Nope not falling for it. Nope."

You moved closer to him once more and gave his ass a harsh smack, before walking away.

Johnny set the tools he was working with down and came over to you, throwing you over his shoulder as he made his way to the bedroom.

Needless to say, he lost your bet, but not that you or he were complaining.

John Price-

John was giving a debrief to 141 in the conference room, and you couldn't help but let your eyes drift to his backside. He was walking back and forth while talking, giving you a perfect side view of his ass.

You turned to look at the boys and saw not a single one of them were paying attention, as they were probably all beyond exhausted.

Deciding to have some fun, you peered one more time to make sure you didn't have an audience and waited until John made his way past you before you made your move. He started to make his way past you, and when he came within arms reach, you slapped his ass.

Truly, you hadn't meant for the smack to be as loud as it was. You appeared to have misjudged the pressure, as everyone in the room, including Price, stopped and stared at you.

Rather than being embarrassed about it, you smiled widely and settled back into your seat as if nothing had happened, ignoring the looks of horror from the boys.

"Y/N, a word, outside if you will?" Price said sternly as he promptly forced you up and escorted you out of the room.

The minute the two of you made it outside, he pushed you up against the wall with a loose grip around your neck. "Thought that was funny did you?"

"I couldn't help myself, sir." You bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing, as Price dragged his eyes up and down your figure.

"Couldn't help yourself? You won't be laughing later. I'll guarantee you of that."

Price kept to his word later that night. You surely weren't laughing as he took you from behind, slapping your ass repeatedly as you took exactly what he wanted to give you.

Kyle Gaz Garrick-

141 was getting ready to be sent out on a mission, and the 5 of you were getting on your gear. You could feel your nerves bubbling in your belly in anticipation of the mission.

Looking over, you saw Gaz putting on his gear, particularly the band around his thigh for his knife. You couldn't really say why you wanted to slap his ass, but unable to help yourself, you walked over to him, giving a resounding smack to his ass.

Shocked, Gaz turned to you with wide eyes before looking around to make sure nobody had seen what you just did. "Babe?"

You gave him a small smile before returning to your gear. Feeling Gaz walk up behind you, you looked to him. "What's up, love?"

"I think you know what's up. What was that for?" He asked.

"Just a good luck smack, that's all." You put both hands up in mock innocence.

"A good luck smack? That right?" A smirk formed on Gaz's face. "Well, I think I need a good luck smack of my own."

You turned to try and flee before Gaz wrapped his arms around you. "Nowhere to run, sweetheart."

The slap to your ass that ensued had everyone in the room turning to you and Gaz with wide eyes, much to your amusement.

König-

Poor König. He was minding his own business cleaning his weapons in the armory when you walked in. He was bent over staring in concentration at the gun he was in the middle of cleaning, giving you a perfect view of his ass.

You'd always wondered what his reaction would be if you were to go up and hit it, but you were always too nervous to try it. You were in a particularly playful mood, so you'd walked up to him with a polite smile before slapping his ass with all the force you could muster.

"Maus...have I done something wrong?" König asked timidly, standing up to his full height as he turned to you. His face was scrunched in confusion.

You bit your lip to contain your laughter at his reaction. "No? Baby, why would you think that."

"Oh. I um. Well. You spanked me, so I thought I must've done something to upset you." König's cheeks were red from embarrassment.

"Oh gosh, no Kö! You just.. looked really good, so I.... felt the need to slap your backside?" You now felt unbelievably awkward, not expecting this reaction.

"I see." König stood and contemplated your words for a few moments, before moving behind you. You felt a harsh smack on your ass, and heard a small giggle erupt from your boyfriend.

"Kö?"

"You look good too, so I smacked your ass." A tiny smile appeared on his lips.

From then on, König made it a point to slap your ass any time he deemed you looked good, so your ass was constantly imprinted with his large hand prints.

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A/N: thanks for reading!!!😊🩷

[roseychains]

love the red flags for jjk guys...what about the green ones?

Green flags with jjk guys

A/n: thanks for the request! It was fun to write :3

C/w: fluff all sfw fluff

Gojo: princess

Gojo treats you with what can only be described as princess treatment. He does anything and everything for you, ask for the moon and he would get it for you. Shoes untied? He will get down on one knee and tie it. Your feet hurt from walking? Bridal carry all the way home. His wallet is yours, and he worships the ground you walk on. Your his most prized possession, your his queen.

Geto: sweet

He never runs out of complements and praises to adorn you with. He is soft spoken and kind, a real sweet talker. Even if at times cheesy, he never fails to make you feel like the most gorgeous, strong, intelligent person ever. It doesn’t matter where you are, what time it is, who’s around you, even when he’s in a sour mood. He can’t help but remind you of how pretty you are, how much he loves you, coupled with gentle kisses, or a soft hand rubbing your back.

Nanami: service

His love language is acts of service. He just likes, doing things for you. Massage your shoulders, hold your bags, he’d even learn how to do things for you like your hair, or painting your nails. He doesn’t care how Feminine it comes of as, he wants to do it for you. Not to mention, once he realizes something that you like, he gets skilled at it. Hell, even embarrassing things like waxing. If you wanted him to, he would learn how to for you.

Toji: protective

If anyone can make you feel safe and protected at all times, it’s your scary dog of a boyfriend. He’s huge, and not afraid to hold you in public. He does anything and everything to ensure your comfort and safety. He walks you to and from anywhere, he will drive, and keep you on dial whenever you are out. If you ever need a ride, he’s speeding to get his girl out of wherever she doesn’t want to me. And when your sick, he’s suddenly become a trad wife and is nursing you back to health.

Choso: available

There’s no one who understands how you are feeling better than choso, sometimes even more than yourself you think. Somehow, he’s able to understand everything with great empathy that you where unaware a man ever could. He’s always willing to comfort you about it and make you feel better, he knows exactly what to say. Not once has he ever or will he ever make you feel crazy, that your overreacting, that it’s not a big deal. He approaches everything with great kindness and empathy.

Sukuna: strong

He’s just… so big. He’s quite the work of art and it always ends up being in your favor. He can and will carry you to the ends of the world. Your feet will never ache again. He won’t just carry you, he will carry your bags, groceries, even help you move furniture (by himself). He’s also quite the intimidating figure in public. If anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way he has one of his large hands wrapping around your back is enough to scare of anyone from his girl. Not to mention, it’s quite fun to sit on his back while he does push ups.

Yuji: proud

Yuji is so lucky to have you. He feels lucky, and he’s boastful of what a wonderful partner he landed. He genuinely feels so small around you, because he thinks your just so much better than him. He cannot begin to comprehend how he ever ended up with a goddess like you, and he will make that clear. He flexed you and shows you around like your a treasure. He wants the world to know your not just anyone’s girlfriend, your HIS girlfriend. HIS!! He’s so giddy all the time about you.

Megumi: caring

He is such a gentle lover, soft, kind, caring, aware. He knows you both physically and emotionally. So no matter what is bothering you, a pain in your shoulders or a down mood, he will figure it out and fix you right up. He takes his time helping you unwind, and is incredibly patient. Treats you like glass, with soft words and touches that leave you like putty in his arms by the end of it. He will stay by your side even after you feel better, to make sure you stay feeling good.

Inumaki: fun

You haven’t had this much fun in a relationship since childhood. He makes you feel young again. There is never a dull day with Inumaki, in fact he always makes sure your are happy and entertained. There’s nothing that makes him happier than seeing you smile, so, he make it his commitment to make you smile as much as possible. So whatever that may be, taking you out to dinner, roughhousing while playing a game, your laugh is the light of his day.

Yuta: priority

He will always put you first. He thinks about you with every decision he makes, and plans ahead accordingly. You will never ever have to worry about being a second choice, your always his first. He would feel devastated if you ever had to question how much you meant to him, so to prevent that from happening he takes you into consideration with everything. It doesn’t matter how small or trivial it may seem. If it could involve his girl, he will make sure that she feels prioritized, no matter what.

[fanaticsnail]

Beautiful

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Word Count: 1,400+

Synopsis: Big Mom has found her son, Charlotte Katakuri, a partner she deemed worthy enough for him to court for matrimony. While he is smitten immediately with you, he is determined to make a good impression on you by not revealing his face. Your curiosity gets the better of you.

Warnings: Katakuri x f!reader, talks of husband and wife, use of bride, massaging face, fluff, so fluffy.

Notes: wrote this half-dazed at 6:30am this morning because @gingernut1314 decided she needed the big man in her life and the brain-worm got me. Here he is, the big guy all for you, sweetheart.

Tag List: @feral-artistry @i-am-vita @indydonuts @sordidmusings @since-im-already-here @writingmysanity @mfreedomstuff @daydreamer-in-training

Being courted by the Minister of Flour was not something you had ever pictured to be highlighted on your impressive resume. When you first received an invitation from the Charlotte family to venture to Komugi island, this was not an outcome you predicted for yourself. 

Charlotte Katakuri, the second son and third child of Big Mom, was told to find a bride. His orders were received, the date of his nuptials set, and his suit picked out for such an excitable occasion. The only thing that had not been set in stone was the partner joining him at his side after their soft march down the aisle. 

Your family was titled, strong, and one of the only families Big Mom had deemed worthy enough to usher in a new generation of pirates to join in taking the Charlotte name. Katakuri had no choice but to obey his mother, apprehensively accepting the terms of an arranged marriage against his own desires to simply live to protect his siblings, nieces, and nephews. While this was out of his control, what he could control was how his intended bride depicted him. 

He could continue to shield his face from you. His rationale was as such, “If they never view my face, they would never have reason to fear me.” And so he did as such, hiding his face beneath the fur shroud from the moment he met you, and every courtship session soon thereafter. As he laid his eyes on you for the first time, he was immediately smitten. Taken by your appearance alone, and your willingness to sign your name beside his on the registry to set your intentions to wed in stone, he could never be more proud to have a partner such as you. 

As his trust in you began to build, he slowly allowed you into his heart, and shared his burdens with you as Minister of Flour. He confided in you, relishing in your company as he openly courted you under the watchful chaperone of his younger sister, Charlotte Brûlée. 

One such occasion, he laid out a blanket for you and drew out a large wicker basket from behind his back. He presented you with an assortment of baked sweets and pastries with a soft blush dusting his cheeks beneath the fur shroud. While you accepted the treats with gratitude, you instead placed it beside you and knelt on the blanket, tapping your lap and asking him to lay on his back. 

“Tell me about your day, intended. I want to know every detail,” you smiled mischievously up at him. He cautiously stole a look at Brûlée, who emphatically ushered him to do as he was told with flailing hands. 

Lowering himself onto the mat beside you, he awkwardly shifted himself to attempt to do as you asked. Rolling your eyes, you reach your hands up to his shoulder and gently guide his larger form to lay his head in your lap. His entire head was the size of both of your thighs together, but you had no qualms or complaints about it. 

“Come on, I don't bite,” you reassured him with a soft laugh, “Let me hear about your journeys abroad. Tell me anything that you want, you have my complete attention.” He was a giant, but so incredibly gentle and sweet to those he deemed as family. 

Coaxing his head onto your lap, he immediately drew his hand up to his mask and secured it over his lips to keep his mouth and teeth hidden from your sight. You chose to ignore this, drawing your fingers up and settled him atop your thighs as he slowly, quietly spoke about his life to you. 

While Charlotte Katakuri was immediately taken by you in the registry office with your family and his, you were horrified by the sight that was met with you. You had heard stories about some of the Charlotte's being of unusual size and stature, but you had no idea exactly how tall your intended was. His form was almost three times your size, his intimidating appearance did nothing to stifle your nerves. 

Believing to have masked your concerns at the nuptuals well enough to be believable, your nerves all but melted away the moment his soft, soothing voice checked in with you afterwards. Charlotte Katakuri was a sweetheart, a 504cm tall sweetheart with such softness within his hardened exterior. 

Reclining his head on your lap, you rubbed at his plum-colored hair as he spoke about adventures away from Komugi. His hand gestures out in a flurry in front of his chest, pointing to the sky as he speaks so eloquently to you. Although he does not yet trust you enough for you to reveal his face, your curiosity begins to gnaw at the seams. 

You start to lower his inhibitions by massaging his scalp, scruff of his neck and forehead. His hair pricks your skin as your skillful touch chips away at his woes and worries. His voice quietens further as he closes his eyes as your hands firmly press against his forehead. You needed to see your soon to be husband’s face, you desperately craved to know what was going on beneath the furs. 

As he leans into your touch, he seemingly forgets about the shroud over his mouth hiding his sharpened teeth from you. He is in bliss beneath your hands, and he slips away into a world carved by your palms and fingertips. Your hands dip deeper, lower into his cheeks, your digits feeling his muscles relax their tension beneath your fingers. 

Smiling to yourself softly as he gasps at such sweetness befalling from you to him, he parts his lips gently. He arches his head further into your lap, the shroud finally lowering and revealing his sharp teeth and unnaturally widened mouth. His jaw falls slack as his brow becomes relaxed. 

You crave to coo at his vulnerability, truly enjoying empathetically how much he allowed himself to relax into your soft touch. This hardened general, this pirate minister, this older brother to so many siblings in the Charlotte family, was as malleable as rice flour mochi beneath your skilled digits. You took in his appearance, almost relieved at feeling the twin slits up his lips as you looked down at him with nothing but pure adoration. 

You were immediately in love with what you saw, your heart beating heavily against your ribcage as a warm flush rose to your cheeks. You loved him, all of him.

Brushing your hands over his cheeks, you silently and slowly commit his face to memory like reading a marble carving with a simple touch. He is gorgeous, and you remember to tell him so when he snaps out of his tranquility and looks at you with accusing eyes the moment he realized you slipped the shroud over his chin. 

“What are you doing?” he growls quietly, “Why did you do that? I don't want you to fear me-...” A soft gasp flees from your lips as you take him completely in. His lips split up his cheeks in an unnatural slit through symmetrical scars, his sharp fangs extend up on his lower jaw and over his lips. 

Although he feels slightly betrayed at the way you managed to easily reveal his face, his betrayal is eclipsed by shock and awe when he meets your eyes. 

“I-I just…” you trail off, your body cowering away in response to his anger, but your eyes still depict the emotion you so desperately desired to show him, “...-I just wanted to know. I wanted to see.” Charlotte Brûlée watched the interaction with interest, her own shock evident on her face. 

She witnessed the entire interaction with your hands on his face, almost calling out to warn her brother his face was going to be revealed, but quietly hoping you would fall in love with him further. She knew you loved him, knew you wanted to see him, and trusted you enough with her older brother that she knew you would love him more the moment his fangs and scars were brought into the light.

He was expecting fear, disgust, anguish and anger to be met in your curious gaze. But all you held in those calm and half-lidded orbs was pure trust, love, and pure adoration. His shock was adamant as he nervously floated his eyes between your gaze. His thumb and index finger circled around your much smaller hand, hovering it over his cheek as you felt your heart soar at the vulnerability.

“And now that you have?” his whisper came out more like a gasp, his voice breathy and craved to hear you say you weren’t afraid. He needed to know you did not fear his appearance, his wordless prayers spoken within his mind’s eye the longer your gaze soaked in his sight. 

You placed your unoccupied hand on his cheek, leaning in closer to his face and your lips curling into a soft, innocent and intimate smile. Caressing his cheek, you cocked your head to the side and finally uttered a single word he truly did not ever think he would hear. 

“Beautiful.”

[pinkmirth]

OPTIONS, reiner braun!

SYNOPSIS / WRITER’s NOTE: here’s a lil cowboy & footballer rei-rei drabble, since i can’t decide for the life of me which one i prefer . . . no plot whatsoever, just thinkin’ of all the ways i want both versions of reiner to make a complete and total mess out of me!

CONTAINS: ( 600+ words of . . . ) cowboy!reiner & footballer!reiner x fem!reader (black coded), nsfw/smut, modern au, porn without plot (pwp), comparison of cowboy!reiner and footballer!reiner in bed, oral (f!receiving), cunnilingus, missionary position, cowboy!reiner has a breeding kink, footballer!reiner’s kinda cocky, explicit language, lowercase intended, minors shoo!

cowboy!reiner is a kindhearted partner, one who never fails to be incredibly patient with you. he whispers against your flesh, pouring out sweet praises. in no rush, he takes all the time needed to warm you up. reiner uses his large hands, roughened by farm work, to knead your soft breasts and squeeze at your thighs, touching whatever he can manage to reach. his ticklish scruff frictions against your body when he lowers to grace your clit with a sweet kiss. his warm palms find purchase at your waist, using his gentle hold as leverage to deliver slow, deep-reaching thrusts. he can’t stop himself from rambling about how perfect you look underneath him, and his dick jumps whenever you run your nails down his muscular back. reiner expertly swivels his hips in just the way you like, grinning over your breathy moans that follow. any pet-name he mumbles sounds oh-so smooth, like that of dripping honey. ‘darlin’, he whines. ‘princess’, he groans. reiner notices how tightly you clench with every utterance. you ask him to fuck you ‘just a little faster’, and upon seeing the bat of your wispy lashes, he does. sweat rolls down his abdomen as he quickens his pace to match your command. he discards his pleasure to prioritize your own, calloused thumb grazing your puffy bud. a lazy grin of satisfaction spreads across cowboy!reiner’s handsome face once you finally cum for him. with a few more shallow pumps, he’s emptying his fat balls and fucking a thick load of fertile cum into your gaping pussy, thoroughly filling you up— breeding you. he knows how much you love it when he finishes inside; not to mention his dearest fantasy of watching you grow plump with his baby. over all else, the one thing this gentleman truly wants is to make you feel good.

but let it be known that footballer!reiner is a complete 360 from his farmer counterpart . . . this man is nothing if not a tease! he’s downright cocky when dealing with your body. he effortlessly manhandles you, almost similar to how he tosses around that damn football. reiner’s committed all of your round curves and smooth dips to memory, knowledgeable of a dozen different ways to get you mindlessly blabbering his name. unashamedly, he laps and suckles at your leaking pussy with a brazen smile. he then pauses the swipe of his tongue, just as you’re soon to reach ecstasy. to that, you whine, and he stifles a low chuckle over the desperate smack you land on his bicep. you know exactly what reiner wants of you— for you to beg for it. beg for him. he loses his mind when you do, hurriedly taking position between your widened legs to slip inside. he pleads for you to look him in the eye when he eases himself into your slick hole. the ego boost he gains is massive, upon watching your pretty eyes roll back at the sensation of his fat dick pushing into you. he drills your throbbing cunt with reckless abandon, fingers tightly pressing into your hipbones. reiner’s quick, fervent and rough with it. this brash method sure is effective. it allows him to hit every single fucking angle. ‘oh, you love this fuckin’ dick, don’t you, baby?’ he taunts, nipping at the junction of your neck. your dainty hands grasp onto his broad shoulders, legs loosely crossed over his firm hips. his unmatched stamina allows him to pound you into the mattress for three lengthy rounds, and he’s made you release more times than you can manage to remember. he peers down at you with a prideful gleam, because just look at how fucked out he’s made you. With tear-stricken cheeks and a heaving chest, you weave your fingers through his short-cut blonde hair to pull him down for a kiss, his cocky smile spreading against your lips. footballer!reiner’s sure that only him alone can please you like this.

[sailoryooons]

Knocked | ksj | (m)

☾ Pairing: Streamer!Seokjin x f. reader

☾ Summary: Living with people is difficult, but all things considered, your new roommate isn’t terrible. He cooks, he cleans, and if you had to be honest - incredibly attractive. But his habit of streaming until the early hours of the morning while yelling and making other questionable noises has pushed you to the limit. You’ve finally decided to risk your sanity and put it all on the line with a reckless bet in hopes of getting some peace and quiet at night.

☾ Word Count: 10,673

☾ Genre: Roommates to lovers, smut, humor

☾ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 

☾ Warnings: Cheesy humor, Jin is an annoying gamer, a lot of game talk, stupid bets, explicit language, references to an ungendered ex partner, a very cheesy plot i like cheese, jin crossing a boundary but he apologizes okay!!! sexually explicit content including oral (m. receiving) vaginal fingering, nipple play, a lot of body fluids like a loooot of spit and drool, protected vaginal sex, fast sex because they’re both overwhelmed and honestly this is vanilla but they are CUTE!!!!

☾ Published: January 19, 2023

☾ A/N: SHE IS HERE AND SHE ISN’T BEAUTIFUL OR EDITED BUT SHE IS FINISHED AND CHEESY AND THIS JIN IS REALLY CUTE OKAY. My inner gamer went fucking nuts in this I am so sorry I really like playing Apex Legends and I got too deep into the game lore so hopefully people can appreciate that. These two were just thirsty for each other and both busted nuts quickly okay it has happened to me jgdhgijhd thats tmi okay HAPPY READING.

☾ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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A crash and a yell startle you in the kitchen, the spatula in your hand clattering into the egg pan as Seokjin lets out an unintelligible string of cursing and yelling. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, you try and center yourself in patience. It’s not uncommon in your apartment for two to hear him suddenly break out into yelling, and it surely won’t be the last. 

Kim Seokjin isn’t the worst roommate. Not by a longshot, when you consider the horror stories you’ve read in Reddit threads and seen on TikTok. He’s clean, he has an aesthetic eye for decoration, he’s an amazing cook, he pays his portion of bills on time, and he doesn’t steal food. Nor does he hog any of the common spaces in the house.

The negative? Seokjin is constantly gaming, which wouldn’t be a bad thing if he gamed quietly. Namjoon hadn’t warned you that Seokjin was a large-scale streamer before you moved in, focused on first-person shooter content and paid tournaments. 

It had taken about three hours into moving in when he screamed for you to realize that there was no fixing that bit. 

Meal finished and plated, you move to the dining room, sitting cross-legged in the chair and turning on the TV louder than necessary to tune out Seokjin’s hollering. You’ve come up with plenty of ways to tune him out, and listening to everything else on extreme volume is the easiest. 

Your neighbors must hate you. 

Halfway through your meal and eyes glued to RuPaul’s Drag Race, Seokjin comes trailing out of his room, drawing your attention. It isn’t a hard thing to do. For a grown man who is chronically wired to his PC, he is beautiful. The kind of beauty that is used in dramas and romantic comedies kind of beautiful. 

Dark, soft hair that is usually left shaggy and air-dried from the shower but you know looks dashing styled back for parties, equally dark eyes that shimmer with delight when he tells a horrible joke that he thinks is particularly amusing, full lips that would earn the envy of Aphrodite herself - Seokjin is painfully, artfully perfect. 

Except for the constant gaming. 

“Wow, didn’t offer to make me breakfast?” he asks. It’s more of a jest than anything, popping the fridge open in search of a caffeinated beverage. “How little do I mean to you?” 

“Check the microwave, nerd.” 

He looks surprised, meandering to the appliance in question and opening the door to see a plate of breakfast for dinner inside. “Wow,” he sighs dreamily. “You really are my favorite roommate.”

“I’m your only roommate.”

“Well, you’re better than Namjoon.”

“Mmm. That isn’t a hard feat, I don’t chronically break pieces of furniture.”

Humming his agreement, Seokjin shoves eggs into his mouth, munching happily. “When are you going to finally play some games with me, huh?” 

“Mmmm never.”

“You think I don’t know you have a little setup in there?”

“I like Animal Crossing. You like Apex.”

“Come on, I can teach you Apex.”

It’s a conversation you’ve had a million times. Gaming is the single thing that the two of you have in common. When you first discovered that Seokjin worked in the digital sphere and was a content creator for popular games online, you were a bit worried. It wouldn’t have been the first time you had been fetishized for so much as liking a game. 

Thankfully, Seokjin was alright. He didn’t make it weird, and after a casual comparison of the things you liked to play, he decided that the interests weren’t common enough to be a huge pain in the ass about it. 

He did really want to play at least once, with you though.

“I know how to play Apex,” you mumble, eyes flickering back to the TV. Your last situationship revolved around playing the stupid first-person shooter together. “I don’t like it.”

As in, you were absolutely never playing that game again after being worn out from it and having it associated with someone who kind of sucked anyway. 

“How can you not like Apex?” Seokjin mutters, more to himself than anything else.

Thankfully he drops the subject, distracted by your show. He shuffles to the couch, where you join him eventually, both of you tucked into the cushions as you watch the show. For the most part, Seokjin is quiet, only peppering you with questions during the commercial breaks. You’re happy to answer. 

It’s comfortable, your little life with him. You’ve almost lived together for a year, and despite the annoying gaming thing and his habitual bad jokes, you like living with Seokjin. You like having him as a friend, even. 

Things are good.

-

Things are not good. You clench your jaw as you re-read the email, feeling the tension creep into your shoulders. You can already feel the headache that has not yet happened but is predestined. 

If people would just read their emails before sending a snarky request with your boss CC’d- 

Mark: Come by my office, please. 

Sighing, you push out from the desk and head toward your boss's office. Your stomach flips uneasily, unsettled as you walked by the windowed offices of the executive staff. It isn’t that you’re afraid of your boss, but you certainly have been having a bad enough day without having to explain that if Alicia in accounting had just read your email she wouldn’t be confused.

At the appointed office, you tap lightly on the door frame. “Hi, still a good time?”

It’s obviously a good time, but for some reason, you feel the need to break the tension by clarifying. Your boss is a wide-set man who ushers you in with a wave. “Catch the door for me, please.”

The door shuts with a click and it feels like impending doom. 

Sitting quickly in a chair, you wait with a racing heartbeat as Mark finishes writing an email. The silence is awkward so you distract yourself by looking at the pictures of him and his family on his shelves as if you haven’t seen them a dozen times, and looking at his nameplate and literally any other object in his office to keep from feeling uncomfortable. 

The horrible 70s rock that plays softly in the background only makes it worse. 

With a final click on his mouse, he turns to you and says, “Sorry about that, trying to get through all these damn sales contracts.”

“Sounds exhausting.” You have no idea if it is - sales isn’t your area of expertise. “I know they’ve been busy.”

“Tons of new clients, which is always great but the paperwork is a killer.” 

“Makes sense.” 

“What is Alice in accounts losing her mind about? I saw that you’re missing invoices for radio stations and it’s way past the cycle?” 

“As explained in my email to Alice, the station in question filed for bankruptcy and has a halt on all their funds. This was something I communicated two months ago with accounting and legal. I believe you may have been on it as well, though perhaps I left you off.” You didn’t leave him off. You don’t leave him off any emails. “Those invoices are all going to be a mess until that’s sorted.”

“Look,” he sighs. “We all have a shit ton going on right now. One email letting us know that payment would be an issue isn’t going to cut it. You can’t assume that we see the emails. Was it flagged as high-importance?”

“Yes.”

And I mentioned it in three meetings and a sticky note, you think. 

“See, it’s just not foolproof. It’s your job to overcommunicate these things. You can't rely on accounting or me to remember these things for you.”

You give him one slow blink. Then another. 

“Understood,” you answer, throat tightening. “I will make sure to overcommunicate from now on, I apologize for the confusion.” 

“Thanks,” he says, a dismissal. “Door closed on the way out, I have a stupid call to jump on.” 

Door closed behind you, you wonder how anyone gets anything fucking done around this place. Because of course doing all of the things logical and reasonable to communicate a change in accounting isn’t reasonable. Going above and beyond and being responsible for other people not reading their email is now your job to compensate for. 

Steam blowing from your ears, you march back toward your desk in a blind rage, fists open and closing. You don’t see it coming when Yoongi smacks into you, eyes glued to his phone and fresh iced-americano now coloring your blue shirt a nice shade of mud. 

“Holy fuck I am so sorry,” Yoongi swears. “Shit - fuck - sorry.” 

Cold leeches through you like a knife. You rush to the bathroom, Yoongi’s cursing and apologies drifting behind you. The press of paper towels lifts a little of the yellow from your shirt, but it doesn’t fix the sticky-cold cling of fabric to your chest and the unmistakable stain down the front of your outfit. 

“Fucking perfect.”

-

Blessedly Seokjin isn’t home when you arrive stained in dry coffee, smelling like Starbucks, and sagging with a delightful mix of rage, wrath, and irritation. Like an angry little storm cloud, you move around the apartment, snapping cabinets closed extra hard and yanking your blouse off with a little more violence than usual. 

A hot shower makes most of the tension bleed away, but not all of it vanishes. Wrapped in a towel and turned into a prune, you reach for the clothes on the counter and realized in your haste to peel yourself out of Yoongi’s coffee, you didn’t bring any with you. 

It doesn’t matter anyway. Seokjin isn’t home, so you yank the door open and march toward your room, running smack into your second person of the day with a startled yelp and thankfully, a very tight grip on your towel. 

“Why are you all wet?” Seokjin shrieks, wiping his shirt as though he could get rid of the you-shaped wet stain. “And naked!”

“I’m in a towel! Why are you here?”

“I live here!”

“I meant right now! You weren’t home!”

“Well, I do come home, usually! And I yelled I was home when I got here so you would hear me!”

“Well, I was in the shower!”

“Obviously!” 

For a moment, the two of you stand there. You’re dripping a puddle onto the tile and the cold air has goosebumps breaking out all over your body. You shiver as Seokjin’s eyes flicker down for a split second before he’s looking at the ceiling and gesturing. “Well - go find clothes!”

“I will! Jeez!” 

You storm into your room, slamming the door and pressing your back against it. Your towel is gripped tight in your fist, heart hammering. You’re both adults and while being in a towel in front of Seokjin isn’t embarrassing or scandalous, it was unexpected and new. 

As you get dressed quickly, you can’t help but think of the way his cheeks tinged pink and the nervous way he shifted. It was… cute. 

With clothes on, Seokjin seems a lot less nervous around you. He’s still a little stiff, you notice. You bump into him as the two of you navigate the kitchen together and he ducks his head, the tops of his ears red. You file the information away for another time, feeling your cheeks warm when you go to reach for a pair of tongs but he already has them held out to you. 

It isn’t uncommon behavior. He’s known you long enough to know your habits around the kitchen, and you’ve cooked enough meals together to recognize the patterns in which the two of you move around the kitchen. 

Music plays in the background, Seokjin humming along. Occasionally, he sings the words, voice low and soft over the notes.

“You have a nice voice,” you note as you flip the oven off. He’s always had a nice voice, but you’ve never said anything before. He raises his brows as you grab oven mitts. “You do,” you insist with a grin. “I promise I’m not lying.”

“A great voice to go with a great face right?”

“Ew, here we go.”

He moves out of your way as you open the oven, leaning on the counter and crossing his arms over his broad chest. “Maybe I should sing on stream. Do you think they would like that? People already think I’m the most handsome streamer.”

“Sure, maybe do some sort of caroling or something for the holidays.”

He pauses. “That’s actually not a terrible idea. What if I just called my friends who were streaming on Discord and started caroling to them? I could make it a charity thing and select streams based on donations.”

Placing the hot pan on the top of the stove, you glance at him sidelong. “Do you do charity streams a lot?”

“All the time. Most of the long streams I do are for charities.” 

“So it’s not all just… earning cash?”

“No, I get plenty of that.”

“So why do you need a roommate?” 

Seokjin leans over you, to pluck a fry off of the pan. He doesn’t move away immediately, eyes dropping down to yours as he sticks the french fry in his mouth. The warmth of his chest radiates through your shoulder where you touch and suddenly, you feel a buzz at his nearness.

It’s impossible not to drop your eyes down to his mouth as he chews. For a moment, you’re dazed by his pillow lips - they really are a marvel to look at. Then he’s smirking and murmuring, “For the cooking. Did you get these out of a frozen bag? Ugh.”

Spell broken you swat at him and he laughs, leaning away again. “I don’t like to be alone,” Seokjin admits. “Having a roommate is nice. Granted, I was supposed to be living with Namjoon until he and Jungkook decided to be in love and all that. Now I have you filling out the rest of his lease.”

“So you can afford to live alone in this city and don’t?”

“Hey, I also save a ton of money. I will want to buy a house one day. Consider yourself as a part of my savings tactic.” 

“Uh-huh.” 

Rooming with Seokjin had been of convenience. Finding affordable living in the city was nearly impossible - especially on your salary - and when Namjoon had announced after only two months of living with Seokjin that he and his boyfriend were getting their own place, it had timed up perfectly. You had been vaguely familiar with Seokjin at the time, and you desperately needed cheaper rent.

You’d never really asked why Seokjin had a roommate at all. He had a work-from-home job at a software company doing something that went far beyond your understanding, and he made a ton from streaming. 

Seokjin plops down on the couch instead of the dining room table, a plate full of chicken nuggets and fries balanced on his knee as he pats the seat next to him without looking. You definitely went the easy route for dinner after your terrible day, and Seokjin seems to pick up on the fact that tonight is an eat-from-the-comfort-of-the-couch kind of vibe. 

“Ugh,” Seokjin sighs as he watches Shangela get eliminated from the top four on All-Stars 3. “That is heartbreaking. She worked really hard.”

Seokjin has never really voiced being a fan of the show, but you have a sneaking suspicion he watches it because you are, and it’s something to bond over. Maybe you should play a round of Apex with him.

Instead, you say, “Yeah, she deserved it.” You pause. “Thanks for watching with me, tonight. I had a rough day.” 

“Hmm. I can tell.” He leans and squeezes your bicep absently. “I’m here for ya.”

Though you say nothing, your insides do a little bit of a flip.

-

Glancing at the clock on the stove, you frown. Pausing your show, you pull up your phone, paging over to Twitch to pull up Seokjin’s stream. He’s been doing one of those stream-a-thon things again, and you haven’t seen him come out to eat since the morning. It’s well into the evening now. 

Seokjin’s stream pulls up and you see him in the corner of his screen, the familiar lighting in his room glowing in the background. His room is surreptitiously clean, free of any garbage and clutter. His bed is always made any time you see it, and the beautiful tiles of pulsing lights above it make a nice ambiance for his stream. 

Currently, he is focused, leaning a little too far toward his screen as he talks to his teammates. Taehyung and Jungkook, by the sound of it. There’s no evidence suggesting he has left his room today, which urges you to get up and head to the kitchen, closing out the stream.

In silence, you put together a small meal. A wrap, a small back of chips, and some damn water will do him some good. Pulling up his stream again, you wait until his match finishes and he’s leaning back, talking to chat. 

A little nervous, you walk with food in hand to his bedroom door where you can hear his soft voice. You knock lightly and he calls you in. Carefully, you stick your head in and see him turn. You’re out of shot from his stream, but he’s confused nonetheless. You never interrupt. 

Sliding the plate into view, Seokjin’s face lights up. He rolls away from the computer and comes over, his headset on his head still as he gushes, “Holy fuck thank you. You are literally the best. A goddess. A queen. Royalty. Angel among humans. I’m starving.”

“Yeah, it’s like seven at night idiot.” 

“Yeah, whatever. Thank you.” He bites into the wrap eagerly, taking a few minutes to chew and swallow. He pauses and glances you up and down before smiling. “Really, thank you. That was incredibly thoughtful of you.”

“Uh-huh.” You glance at his screen. “Have a good rest of your stream.”

-

Jin: Left lunch for you in the fridge. I made extra this morning. 

You look at the text and furrow your brow, toothbrush still popped into the side of your cheek. You continue absently scrubbing as you walk to the fridge and pull it open. Sure enough, there’s a glass dish with a sticky note on it and a smiley face. 

Plucking the note off the top, you read it. Thanks for taking care of me. Now I’ll take care of you. 

With a smile bright enough to light up the entire city, you go about getting dressed for work.

-

The smile doesn’t last long. Work drags on unsteady, tired feet, and once again, you are stuck in a slew of responsibilities that shouldn’t be yours, reading emails that are reiterating things already discussed, and joining meetings that should be emailed. 

By the time lunch comes and goes, you realize that you haven’t yet eaten. Tucked in the small cubicle, you nibble on Seokjin’s homemade meal, eyes glued to the neverending scroll of budget tracking and invoices. 

A raging headache lurks behind your eyes and though your lunch is superb - as it often is with Seokjin’s cooking - you can’t help but feel your frustration mount by the time your next meeting rolls around. 

Meeting after meeting interrupts your afternoon, and when you finish your last one long past the time to go home, your nerves are fried and a high-strung feeling follows you all the way to your car as you scroll through all of the emails you have yet to get to.

Because of all the fucking meetings. 

The trip home is silent. Your fingers ache with the grip on the steering wheel of your car and when you park in the lot of the apartment complex, you sit there for a moment, car off, world muted by the car doors. 

Head pressed against the steering wheel, you take a few steady breaths. It feels like you might cry, which isn’t typical after a work day. But you’re frustrated and tired, and that goddamn headache is still looming in the back of your eye sockets. 

Upstairs and in your apartment, you breeze past Seokjin who is in the kitchen. You mumble something about a migraine and he barely gets a moment to say anything before you’re in your room, door pressed shut. You lay in your bed without even taking your work close off, wrapping yourself in your blanket and closing your eyes. 

The next thing you know, there’s something warm pressed against your brow. You frown and groan, rolling over and feeling several joints in your body pop. Your eyes flutter open and you see Seokjin leaning over you, making you flinch slightly. 

“Sorry,” he laughs. “But it’s really late and you should eat. I know you have a headache so I brought you meds and a cold towel. And ramen. I make the best ramen.”

“Jungkook makes the best ramen,” you correct, sighing and leaning up a little. Your movements are stiff, tangled in a blazer and dress pants. “Ugh, I slept like this?”

“Jungkook does not make the best ramen. I will take that away.”

“Fine, fine.” You take the medicine from the nightstand and chase it with the water glass offered. “Thanks.” You look at all the things he brought you and your insides begin to melt. He lingers near the doorway, eyes soft, expression warm. “Thank you for thinking of me. I… wow.” 

He shrugs, suddenly shy. “No big deal. Now eat the best ramen in the world or I’m going to have a fit.” 

With that, Seokjin leaves you to eat your ramen in peace. The first taste is amazing, already warming you up. You realized you’re ravenous, pulling noodles into your mouth hungrily. Absently, you think that it is the best fucking ramen in the world.

-

“What’s with you?” Seokjin asks as you drag your feet slowly in the grocery store. Rarely do you shop together, but today is an exception. “You look like a zombie.”

You nearly shoot daggers at him. “I lost my headphones,” you snap. “Which means I have to hear your gaming all night.”

“Oh come on, I’m not that loud.”

“Watch one of your streams back, I’m sure you’ll disagree.”

He sighs, turning the cart as you walk down the spice aisle. “Sorry, I’m preparing for this huge Apex tournament. Jungkook and I have been practicing duos a lot and it’s been a bit frustrating. Everyone has fucking aim assist these days, I swear that console players are doing to ruin-”

“Jin.” He pauses his rant. “I’m just asking you to keep it down a little. I no longer have the means to ignore you… moaning weirdly during a game.”

“What?”

“You haven’t noticed? You kind of moan and yell. It’s… ask your stream about it.”

He stops walking, staring at you as you walk ahead. “I don’t do that.” You snicker and he makes a frustrated noise. “I don’t!”

Five minutes pass with Seokjin sulking about your comment. It’s when you’re in the milk aisle that he says, “So you’ve just been imagining me moaning on the other side of the wall, huh?”

“W-what?” 

“Admit it. You’ve been thinking about me moooaaaning you’re having dirty thooooughts.” He sing-songs this to you, poking at your sides as you open the fridge to get milk.

“I am not.”

“It’s totally cool. I get it, handsome bachelor right on the other side of the wall, you’re bound to get curious and - oof.” 

“Put this in the cart,” you deadpan, having hit him in the stomach with the gallon of milk. He takes it from you and obliges, though there is a shit-eating grin on his face. 

Seokjin isn’t right, but he isn’t explicitly wrong. When you first moved in, you had been shy and wondered about the attractive boy who lived just on the other side of the wall. Once you had fallen into familiarity, though, there had not been anything there.

Except recently. 

The last few weeks have felt like the two of you have reached a new level of shared living space. You had done things together before, but now you find yourself making all your meals with Seokjin, bringing him snacks during stream, waking up to him making you breakfast or having prepared you lunch. 

And now you’re doing groceries together, which was something uncommon enough to make you wonder.

You think back to the gentle way he made you dinner and brought you medicine when you had a headache, the way that your insides had turned cotton candy at the action and house these days, your eyes lingered on him just a little bit more. 

But no. Seokjin was your roommate, and you learned in your last situationship that you don’t shit where you eat. Which is why you moved out of the old apartment and in with Seokjin in the first place. 

The rest of your shopping experience goes with mild teasing. You’re still a little bit on edge, but not enough to be truly mad, especially when he offers to cook dinner. 

Once again, you find yourself nestled on the couch watching TV before he finally relents and announces he’s going to practice duos with Jungkook. He assures you that he’ll keep it down this time - he isn’t streaming, so you sure hope so - and vanishes for the rest of the evening. 

When you get ready for bed, it is mostly silent on his of the wall. No yelling, but you can hear the soft lull of his voice. Oddly enough, it’s soothing, and you end up falling asleep with the barest sound of his hum through the walls. 

-

Most nights, you can sleep through Seokjin’s yelling at the sudden sound of his knee hitting his gaming desk as he jumps up, a string of expletives laced with other unintelligible expressions of shock, horror, and frustration. Most nights, you can tuck your headphones in, and blissfully fall asleep to the sound of rain, hearing his insanity only once in a while.

Except now you’ve lost your headphones, you don’t have enough money to splurge on a new pair, and Seokjin has been practicing for a tournament for some extremely long stream he has coming up. 

So now, you go nights without sleep. Nights where you drift off to dreamland after a long shift at the bar or studying for your dissertation. Nights like this, where you teeter on the edge between awake and asleep, and you’re startled straight out of your bed from a shout. 

Heart pounding, you grip the edge of your bed, trying to get your bearings as Seokjin’s shouting echoes through the shared wall. You feel sick with the sudden rush of adrenaline and fear, closing your eyes for a moment as the room spins.

Gritting your teeth and ripping your blankets from you, you march to his room, stumbling as you try to get your bearings from waking up so suddenly. Your stomach does a nasty flip, churning at the unplanned activity as you pound your fist on his door.

“Open up, motherfucker!” You screech, hand slamming on the door without pause. “I swear, Seokjin, sometimes I just want to-“ 

The door rips open and you nearly knock him right in his chest. His very bare, very broad chest, lit up by the purple RBG lights on his headphones and strip lighting around his room to improve the ambiance of his setup. 

“Holy shit, woman! What?” 

You blink, momentarily dazed at what you came here for, distracted entirely by the firm curves of his pectorals, skin smooth and gold. Was Seokjin always this in shape or is it a figment spurred by the rush of adrenaline? 

Finding your words is hard, your brain is scrambled and near ready to make dial-up noises at the site of your roommate’s bare skin. “We just talked about this,” you manage to spit out. “And you’re literally going to start screaming the same fucking day we talk about keeping it down?”

“I mean I’m sorry but damn. You don’t have to break the door down.”

“Then stop screaming!”

“You’re the one screaming!”

“Because I’m trying to fucking sleep! I have dealt with you yelling, cheering, slamming the desk and hollering and doing your little moan-scream for almost a year without saying anything!” You yell back, fists clenched and rage boiling. “I’m so fucking over it!”

“Then why have you never mentioned it before? You know, like an adult!”

Your mouth hangs open at the clap back. “Be for real. I am not the problem here.”  

“Well if I’m the problem, why haven’t you communicated that? You’ve been here eight months and it took me asking you at the grocery store to fess up that I was bothering you.” 

“I mean. Yeah, but-”

“So don’t yell at me that I didn’t read your mind and I had no idea I was bothering you. Or get headphones.” 

“How about you start gaming at normal hours? Have you ever thought of that?” 

He rolls his eyes. “You mean my working hours?”

“I mean between the hours before 11 at night, Jin!” 

“Make me!”

“Fine!” You snap, rage pushing you over. “Shall we make a wager?” 

This catches him by surprise. He blinds a few times, tilting his head. “What are you proposing?” 

Crossing your arms, you nod to the computer. “You want me to play Apex so bad? Fine, we’ll make it a competition.” 

“There’s no 1 v 1 in Apex.”

“Duos. Whoever gets the most kills wins. No shields higher than blue, no turning on each other. Just strictly kill count. If win, you don’t get to game past 11 pm anymore.” 

“And if I win?”

“What do you want?”

“What can I have?” He pauses, looking you up and down. Something feels different as he does this. His gaze heavier. Darker. He licks his lips, your attention is drawn to the way the blue lights glittering on his wall turn the spit-slicked surface blue. “How about any favor at any time that I ask? Are we also trying to win as a duo?”

“Sure. No holds barred on how we get kills.” 

Again, he examines you, trying to puzzle something out. Wordlessly, he walks to his computer and grabs his headset. The door is open to his room, showing that he just has his basic setup turned on, with no intention of streaming. “Jungkook I’ll hit you up tomorrow. I have to kick my roommate's ass.” Jungkook says something on the other side and Seokjin clears his throat. “Yeah, no. Bye.”

He returns, phone in hand. Your phone pings in your room. “Add me on Discord, I guess.” 

Wordlessly, you spin and head to your room. 

There are still things Seokjin doesn’t know about you. Like how you played his favorite game for a year straight, trying to impress your last roommate-turned-fuck-buddy with your skills. While it partially worked in your favor, their failure to commit to you gave you a sour taste about the game. 

It’s been a while since you’ve played. Slower games are more your style, and you haven’t turned on your PC in a while, but as it starts, lights inside of the glass case glittering, you feel a shiver of excitement. 

Your setup is not nearly as advanced as your roommate's, who has three screens, a massive desk and hi-tech camera, a microphone, and a massive custom-built unit that could probably power a tank. Yours is pre-built but sturdy, and you have a single screen with a modest keyboard and headset to match. 

Glancing at the Discord user, you roll your eyes at what Seokjin’s written: WorldWideHandsomeJin.

“Weirdo,” you mutter. 

You add him anyway, getting comfortable in your chair and hitting the call button. He answers immediately, his voice making the hair at the back of your neck tingle as he says, “So are you going to be my Discord kitten?”

“Ew, don’t ever say that again,” you mutter. Navigating your desktop, you start to update the game. “Give me fifteen. I have to update.”

“Really? Newbie.”

“Sorry I don’t play this game every second of my life. I haven’t played since I moved out of the last place.” 

He hums, voice vibrating in your very nice headset. You turn him down a little bit, feeling just a little drunk from the rich timbre of his voice. “That was a… weird situation, huh?”

“A bit.” 

“They play Apex that much too?”

“Not as much as you do.” He hums again. “Who do you main?” 

“Loba.”

“Fine,” you answer as the program opens. “I’m playing Wraith.” 

The game menu blares in your ears, making you squeak and reset all of your old settings. It feels weird to log on, pointedly ignoring the familiar username as you navigate your friends list to add Seokjin. He pops up and selects duos for you. 

Your eyes nearly bug out of your head when you see his rank. “Diamond? Holy fuck do you touch grass?” 

“Says you! You played enough that you hit Diamond in your first season too, nerd. It shows your historical stats. I didn’t know you had it in you.”

“Whatever. Ready up.” 

Neither of you says anything as the system prepares to put you in a game. You look at his stats, raising your brows as you flip through. He’s historically hit the highest rank in the game, making you wonder why he’s dropped recently. He also has a ridiculous skin on his character, making you wonder how long he’s been playing. 

Apex Legends is a first-person shooter game with a battle royale format. Similar to Fortnite, teams load into the game and pick up weapons and other materials to fight other teams the ring of combat gets smaller and smaller. With Seokjin’s selection of Loba guarantees that you’ll be able to stock weapons and ammo. With your selection of Wraith, you can get in and out of situations quickly and you’ll know when an enemy team focuses on you.

As the map loads, you can’t help but feel the tremor in your hand. Your leg bounces up and down as you wait, watching the dropship come into focus. You give Seokjin the power to drop your duo anywhere on the complex map. You almost expect him to launch immediately, but you’re impressed to see that he has enough patience to drop you a moderate distance on the map.

Which means fewer weapons, fewer shields, and fewer teams to kill. You frown as you navigate your character to land near utility boxes full of weapons. Does he think you need to take it slow? Or maybe he’s worried about giving you too many people to kill easily. 

“Team to the north,” you comm, opening up boxes and selecting weapons, shields, and med packs. “What do you shoot?”

“Energy. Preferably the volt.” 

“Volt here. Let me know if you see a flatline or sentinel.” 

“You snipe with Wraith?” 

“When she says someone’s aiming at me, yeah?” 

He hums but does not comment the two of you use the map to navigate. You fall into a rhythm, using the controls feels sort of familiar. As you work your way toward the next ring, Seokjin startles you when he starts firing shots at a time looting that you miss. You flinch and whirl, but he’s already eliminated the pair. 

“Two zero.” 

“Whatever,” you growl, ignoring his smug voice.

Shooter, move your character in game commands. You dodge behind a box as an enemy team rattles off shots. Your heart pounds as you use a sniper to look in the direction of the shots, seeing the duo up on a tower. Lining up the scope, you click and hit a player. 

“Knocked,” you call automatically. The second teammate makes a bad call and tries to get their knocked pair up. You line up the shot and click twice. “Knocked. Out.” You move your mouse and finish the other teammate. “Out.”

“Yeah, yeah, good comms whatever. We’re even.”

You grin. “Just trying to communicate to my teammate.” 

He snorts. “Sure.”

For a few moments, the two of you navigate to a safe zone. When you see two teams clash, you don’t even think. Normally you’d wait for one team to finish off the other, but you’re in a competition with Seokjin, too. Suddenly, winning means more than just peace and silence.

“Knocked,” you call, sniping another player. “Out. Out. Knocked.” 

“You motherfucker,” Jin hisses. “You’re supposed to - out - tell me when we’re going to push a team.”

“Hey, that was my kill!”

“You only knocked him!” 

“Whatever. And I pushed them because I want to win.”

“I didn’t realize you were so good at this.” The two of you start looting the load out of the eliminated players. “You kept saying I don’t like Apex and here you are, really good at it.”

“Honestly, I used to like it.” Together, you traverse the map until you enter the next ring. Seokjin pauses to use Loba’s pop shop ability, a cache of weapons and materials in the local area showing up in front of you. As you sort through them, you continue, “But I used to play with my old roommate and I used to do it to impress them. As it turns out, being good at a video game does not a relationship make.”

“Hmm. Well if it makes you feel any better, I like you even without the Apex.”

“I meant I was trying to get them to like me romantically.”

“I know what you meant.” 

You pause. Seokjin does not explain his statement, humming lightly as he picks up ammo and leaves the little shop running. He skips down the hill with his character, his happy little tune deep in your ear. 

Nerves get the best of you in the next firefight with a team. You get knocked and screech into the headset, thinking that your chance to win is over. Seokjin, thankfully, takes pity on you and heals you after your near-death experience. But now he’s in the lead, and there are only five teams left. 

I know what you meant. 

The words sit heavy on you. While you are attracted to Seokjin you know it’s a bad idea. Roommates being anything more than roommates often brings other issues. You’d learned firsthand how poorly not defining a relationship could go. That was on you as an adult too but… you didn’t want something in between.

And you have no inclination of what he meant. 

Seokjin wasn’t a very flirty person. Teasing you came easily enough, and he was always nice. He had been a little extra nice recently since you’d been spending more time together, but there wasn’t anything that would suggest he saw you as more than a roommate. 

Two more people downed, and you were tied. The two of you were more into the game and less into the bet. Your interrupted sleep was long forgotten, and you leaned forward as you devised a plan, locking down a high tower where you could see enemy teams coming to escape the shrinking ring. 

“Glad you got that stupid sentinel,” Seokjin mutters. “Who snipes with Wraith.” 

“Shut up,” you shoot back, though you don’t really mean it. “Your second gun is a fucking wingman.” 

“Because it’s like a one tap to the head!” An incoming team distracts him from arguing with you. “Over by that dino cage.”

“Got it,” you comm back. The second you shoot, you draw fire. “Oh my god do they have a Kraber?” 

“Yeah, but they fucked the shot. You got this.” 

Taking a breath - a little dramatic, you realize as you scope them - you take the shot. You tap one, but they have red armor. You curse, pissed you installed a fucking armor limitation, and duck behind the wall as the other team misses the shot with their kraber again. 

“Best gun in the game and they can’t hit shots!” Seokjin laughs. “Imagine! Their buddy must be fuming.”

You scope again and tap the person again. “Knocked. Do we stand our ground or try and take them?” Another shot misses. “Can you keep a scope on that person you cracked and I can push? Other team is probably trying to wait it out.” 

“If they see you?”

“Then you’re fucked but they’re not going to engage between two snipers. Maybe? I don’t know. Just do your thing.”

And you do your thing as Seokjin runs off toward the enemy team. They no longer have shots on their gun - which makes you roll your eyes, it’s the best gun on the map - and keep focused. Either they think you’re moving or they make a bad call - the healthy teammate tries to pick up their knocked ally and you take the shot. 

“They’re both cracked.” 

“Got it- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OTHER TEAM.” 

His screech makes you slam your knee into the underside of your desk. No wonder he does this all the time, you think, realizing that the disrupting noise is a lot easier to make than you originally thought. “Let them take the kill then!”

“Fuck that I want to win!”

“Ew is this about the bet still? Now I want to win the game!”

“That’s what I’m talking about! Ye of little fAIIIIIITH!”

It’s hard not to giggle as he breaks off into yelling, entering a firefight while you try to provide cover and miss your shots. “Stop fucking portaling where I want to shoot!”

“Stop missing!”

“Knocked motherfucker!” 

“Got it!”

Seokjin finishes the two teammates as the knocked enemies on the other team expire. Both of you scream over your headsets. You shoot to your feet as the victory screen flashes. You don’t even wait - you bolt toward the door, your wired-in headset ripping off your head and nearly yanking you back as you go. 

The door is already open as he yells loudly, jumping up and down and grabbing you by the forearms, jumping around in circles with you. It’s stupid but it’s fun, and you can’t help but feel elated as he shakes you wildly, screaming, “Yaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” 

His hands are warm on your biceps, gentle and squeezing you excitedly. And then between one breath and the next, he’s pulling you toward him, pressing his lips to yours. 

A shock goes through you. You freeze for a moment, completely taken aback and unsure how to react. Seokjin realizes what he’s done and immediately backs away, running a hand through his hair and tugging at the strands as he says, “Shit - I am so sorry. That was wow - that was a line crossed without your consent and I’m so sorry.” 

Heat floods you from head to toe. Your heart slams against your chest and you stare at him as he fumbles over an apology, his face red as you feel. Your mind can’t catch up as the warmth spreads from your face to the rest of you.

“I’m genuinely so sorry, I just got really excited and-”

“What did you mean earlier,” you cut him off. “When you were all I know what you meant. Look I… really don’t want to make this living situation weird.”

“Totally understand, I’m so sorry.”

You chew on your lip, looking at him. He looks earnest, eyes round and expression pleading. Your lips tingle where he kissed you, so quickly that you’ve already forgotten. Part of you wants to tell him to kiss you again. It was nice. And the flip in your stomach was… good. 

But the part of you speaking now says, “I had fun gaming with you. Apology accepted. I am super tired though, so I’m going to go to bed okay?”

“Yeah. Listen, I am so sorry. That won’t happen again and I just - that was not cool of me at all.”

“It’s okay.” 

“It wasn’t.” 

You offer a smile, still nervous, fingers twitching. “I know you didn’t like, mean anything by it.”

He frowns. “Well I did but that’s my issue.” 

Your heart is a stone skipping on the smooth surface of a pond. “What does that mean?” 

“Look,” he sighs. “I don’t want to make things weird, alright? I harbor a bit of a crush on you and that was honestly absolutely not okay for me to just-” He gesticulates wildly with his hands. “It was an inconsiderate thing for me to do.” 

A crush. Your breathing hitches and you rub sweaty palms against your pants, nodding. “It’s - we’re okay. We’re fine.” 

Seokjin nods, nibbling on his bottom lip as he stares at you, red-faced and nervous. The silence turns awkward, your mind blanks and buzzes as you try to digest his words.

Crush crush crush crush. 

“I’m gonna go to bed,” you announce abruptly, needing to escape the room to breathe for a moment. He nods, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly as you rush out. “Night!”

Behind locked doors in your room, you cover your face, feeling the way your cheeks are flushed. You do some deep breathing, trying to regulate your heart rate as your brain spins its tires on Seokjin’s words- confession. 

He confused. That he has a crush. 

For a few moments, you just lean over and pant, trying to think how you feel. Your stomach is a bundle of nervousness and your hands are a little shaky. But you’re not upset. In fact, you smile a bit, thinking of the way that Seokjin had turned shy and the way his lips had felt soft for that split second of a chance.

Straightening, you stare at the wall between your bedrooms. Seokjin is right there. Has been right there. And has admitted to liking you and is sweet and kind and fun to hang out with and-

It might be a bad decision. You’ve been down this road before. It ended up with you nursing feelings and deciding that feelings with roommates was a bad idea. But your last roommate didn’t have feelings for you like that. They liked the sex, but that was where the attraction ended. 

So maybe -

You knock loudly on Seokjin’s door. There’s some shuffling on the other side and he opens it, brows furrowed and a little breathless. Before he can ask what you’re doing, you’re pushing past him and asking, “When you say you have a crush on me what do you mean? In the physical, only attracted to your appearance kind of way, or like the would date kind of way?”

“Well I am physically attracted to you,” he answers slowly, turning to look at you. “But I also like you. You’re funny and incredibly kind, and you’re easy to live with. I like the way that you make your hashbrowns a little extra crispy and crunchy, and I like that you think of me when you do things.” 

“So you like me?”

“Yes, I think I… included that?”

You lick your lips, taking a shaky breath. “So you don’t want to just fuck me no strings attached?”

He blanches. “No. I don’t. Look I know I made you uncomfortable-”

“Kiss me.”

“What now?”

“Kiss me!”

There is a fleeting smile Seokjin gives you that later, you’ll think on with a fluttering heart and breathless laugh. But now, all you can think about is the gentle touch of his hands as they cradle your face and the delicate way his lips press against yours, pillow soft and sweet. 

Seokjin smells like his body wash, the sage and juniper intoxicating as you wrap your arms around his neck. His skin is warm as you press your palms against his skin, his pulse throbbing underneath your thumb. 

The kiss is chaste, just a firm press of lips and a surprised noise shared between the two of you. Tentatively, you pull away, eyelashes fluttering as you look up at him. Seokjin’s eyes are swimming pools of darkness framed by long lashes. He’s so beautiful, but up close he’s deadly, flecks of gold glittering in his irises. 

“I just,” you whisper. “I don’t want it to be weird but I also… want.” 

You don’t have to explain. Seokjin’s grin is easy, nodding. He gets it. He gets you. So he leans down again and pulls you in by the waist, fingers curling in the hem of your t-shirt as he tugs you toward him. The motion makes you gasp and he takes the chance to turn the kiss from sweet to carnal, tongue sweeping into your mouth.

Seokjin kisses you slowly, tongue curious and gentle. Your head spins as you kiss him and you can barely breathe, so full of him and thoughts of him and the taste of him that you grip him tight, desperate not to fall over. 

The irritation from him waking you up is long forgotten as he tugs you closer. Your hips press against his, mouths sliding, a mix of gentle smacks, spit, and gasps for air. A buzz tingles through you as you nudge Seokjin toward his bed and he responds immediately, backing up and pulling you with him.

When the back of his legs hit the bed, he falls backward. The two of you become a tangled pile of limbs and kisses and giggles, but you find your place as you slot your knees on either side of his narrow waist, palms flat against his chest and the steady beating of his heart. 

There are stars in his eyes when he looks up at you. For a second, you just look at one another, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs and his eyes locked on your face. His lips and face are rouge, hair messy. You grin and lean down, pressing your lips against him again. 

Kissing Seokjin is invigorating. You can’t help but let little noises slip from your mouth. His fingers press into your thighs, dimpling the flesh as he groans, hips twitching upward for friction. The bulge through his sweatpants makes you squeak and you break the kiss, wiggling your hips down to press against his clothed cock.

“Ugh,” he moans, eyes fluttering shut and head pressing back into his mattress. “Don’t do that. I’m so fucking hard.” 

“Do you want some help with that?”

His gaze softens and his thumbs slide back and forth on your thighs, caressing gently. “I want whatever you want. Nothing, everything, something. Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

“Well right now… I really want to suck you off.” 

“Oh yeah?”

“Uh huh.” 

Without breaking eye contact, you drop and slide your hand from where it presses against his chest downward. His abs twitch under your hand as you dance along his over-warm skin. His breathing has turned faint and breathy, body nearly trembling as you brush your fingers along the trail of hair leading into his sweatpants.

Watching him is hypnotizing. Seokjin’s lips part slightly as you slide your hand underneath the elastic, brows shooting up when you brush the sticky tip of his cock. 

“No underwear?”

“They’re - nggg - restricting.” 

His shaft is long and smooth, your fingers brushing along the underside, tracing a vein. You’re impressed by the sheer size of his dick, wondering if you’re going to manage to not choke, but the sound he lets you when you wrap your fingers around him and grip him tight erases the apprehension. 

“You sound so good like that,” you breathe, giving a loose-fisted stroke toward the crown, beaded with precum. “Also you have a sizeable dick.”

“Sizeable, huh?” You brush your thumb over the tip, nail gliding over his leaking slit and he lets out a loud moan, making you grin. “Take it out and see how fucking sizeable it is, hmm?”

It’s hard to take him seriously with how ridiculous he sounds, but you slide down the bed, gently getting onto your knees. Using both hands, you tug at his sweatpants, looking up at him through fluttered lashes. 

And… suddenly it’s not a joke anymore. Your mouth waters a bit at the side, his tip swollen and needy. His thick, and you know how good it would feel to just sink down on top of his length, filling up the throb that aches between your legs. 

Pressing your palms firmly into his thighs, you lift yourself up, dipping low to run your tongue along the thick vein that runs up the bottom of his shaft. He lets out a sinful growl, hands fisting the sheet and gasping as you watch him struggle. 

At the tip, you slid a hand up, gripping him firmly as you suckle the dark, swollen flesh into your mouth. His precum is salty on your tongue and you hum, eyes fixed on the rapid rise and fall of his chest and the blush blossoming from his neck to his pecs. 

Seokjin is beautiful under the assault of your mouth. 

Suckling gently, you watch his reaction as your tongue lazily circles around the sensitive tip of his cock. His hips wiggle back and forth but he never bucks up into your mouth, never thrusts deeper than you’re willing to go. 

“Please,” he whispers and it comes out as an almost whine. “More.” 

You give him more, gently sinking your mouth down on him. It’s a stretch but you manage, careful to mind your breathing as you bob gently, hollowing your cheeks for added suction. Expletive-laced moans drip from his mouth, his eyes squeeze shut as you continue to suck gently. 

Drool runs out the sides of your mouth. You let it, the stickiness of your spit and his presume slicking down his cock helps you take more of him in his mouth. When his tip brushes the back of your throat, he nearly growls, fully writhing underneath you now.

Seeing him like this is addicting, worked up and sweating, and falling apart. What you can’t fit in your mouth you grip with your hand, mouth, and fingers stroking together in time to work him up. Your mouth buzzes around him in a self-satisfied hum. 

Seokjin can’t help himself. His hands leave the sheets, one hand going to the back of your head, fingers pressed firmly. He doesn’t push or pull, his grip just firm and begging. The sound as you let him thrust a little is sinful and wet, the cough-choke of your throat accompanied by stilted curses. 

Suddenly, he pulls you up. Cum-mixed spit dribbles down your chin, mouth feeling stretched and swollen as you look up at him. His sweats are around his ankles, abs and thighs flexing as he leans forward, urging you upward. 

Your mouths meet in a heated smack of cum and spit and moans and teeth. Your mind is spinning as he cups your face fiercely, pulling you to your feet and up onto his naked waist. His hands pull at your shirt and you yank it fiercely, breaking your messy kiss just to toss it. 

Seokjin’s hands are warm and starving for you and vicious as he pulls your bralette off, adding it to the messy pile in his room. Steady hands cup your breasts, his eyes glittering as he makes a noise. “Fuck,” he mutters. “Come here.”

You fall forward but his hands steady you, lifting his head to catch a nipple with his mouth. It sets you alight, electricity snapping to life from the motion. You moan, head thrown back, eyes rolling as he nipples lightly on your nipple. 

“Fuck,” you squeak. The heat between your legs hurts, your cunting throbbing for him. “That feels so good.”

He hums, letting go of the hardened peak with a gentle scrape of his teeth, moving his mouth to lavish your other breast. His thumb brushes back and forth over the glossy peak, keeping it stimulated. 

You tremble in his grip, seated in his lap as he places luscious sucks across your chest. 

“You’re beautiful.” Seokjin’s words are mumbled in damp kisses against your collarbone. “You’re smart and sweet and generous and stunning.” 

“You’re beautiful,” you answer. It feels stupid to say, but it’s the only thing you can come up with. Everything feels fuzzy and you’re drowning in the praise. “Why is your discord WorldWideHandsomJin?”

“Shut up.” He rolls the two of you over, a whirlwind of limbs and giggles. “Cause I wanted it to be, and it’s true.” 

“It is,” you agreed, gasping as he slides his hand into your pajama shorts. His fingers brush over your damp panties, and he huffs a laugh when he feels how sticky wet you are. “More.” 

He hums and applies more pressure, but it doesn’t relieve the ache. “No,” you whine, clawing his chest. “Please.” 

“Because you said please.”

With a swift hand, he pulls your shorts and underwear down. You don’t have time to shiver at the cool air of his room hitting your pussy, his fingers brushing up and down. “God,” he groans, dropping his head against the side of your neck. “You’re soaked, baby.” 

Pleasure sparks as he thumbs your clit in gentle circles. You feel arousal flood the pit of your stomach, cunt aching and leaking as he slides a finger up and down, applying pressure to your hole before gently sliding into your cunt. 

It’s not enough. You get breathy all the same, the feel of his finger stroking your front wall making the world around you melt. Your limbs feel heavy and you shut your eyes, feeling the way he strokes your g-spot over and over again. 

“Another,” you gasp, hips bucking upward. “Please, more.”

“Yeah?” he asks. “Greedy pussy needs more?”

His filth makes your mouth pop open. He complies, though, sliding in another finger and fucking into you properly. He lets you roll your hips upward, trying to ride his hand as you chase the feeling in your stomach. 

It feels like you can’t get enough air, heat trapped between your bodies, static sticking to your skin. Seokjin feels like heaven and fucking hell, skin sticky where your bodies touch, thrumming with energy. 

And it’s so much - almost too much. You want him closer, want to be fuller, want the snap of his hips. You dig your fingers into his biceps, mouth brushing against his, words mumbled between pressed lips, “Please.” 

With a slick sound, he pulls his fingers from you. Immediately you miss the feeling, but you’re rewarded as he brings shine-slicked fingers up to his lips, sucking them into his mouth. He leers around his fingers, eyes dark. 

“Yum,” he whispers, bending down and licking into your mouth, letting you taste yourself on his lips. 

For a quick moment, he fumbles in his nightstand, pulling out a condom and breaking the foil with a soft crinkle. He’s painted a soft blue in the lights of his room, the changing colors making him a mirage of neons and soft colors, a haunting and stunning creature all at once. 

Seokjin shuffles you carefully up the bed, peppering your skin with kisses as he goes. Reverent hands stretch your legs wide open for him as he slots himself against you, giving shallow thrusts so that his cock slides against your messy fold. You whine, needed more stimulation, needing to feel full to relieve the ache. 

Grabbing the base of his cock, he strokes upwards again, letting his cockhead catch on your trembling hole. A stream of expletives falls from your lips as your head falls backward, your entire frame vibrating as he slowly slides in. You’re so wet that it helps, but the thick girth of him burns all the way until he is fully sheathed and your walls are fluttering around him.

“Shit, you’re fucking squeezing me.”

“Cause your cock is fucking big!”

“Am I supposed to apologize?”

“No, but please fuck me.”

You need the slide of his shaft against your walls, need to feel the way he hits so deep it’s like he’s in your fucking stomach. Seokjin starts a slow but purposeful pace, pulling all the way out before pushing back in, sliding his hands under your as to lift you slightly. The angle allows him to fuck your spot as he thrusts in, your limbs going slack as the feeling of an orgasm winds from just a few strokes. 

Seokjin fucks you with purpose, stroking a little faster. Sweat beads on his chest, hair clinging to his forehead as he bites his bottom lip, stomach flexing. You watch him through half-lidded eyes, your fingers wrapped around his wrist where he holds you, practically pulling you onto his cock as he fucks you open. 

It’s mind-numbing, everything else fading away as his room swirls in colors, punctuated by the snap of his hips against your wet ass and your high-pitched moans. 

You wish you could be more of a participant, but the way he makes you feel has the room spinning. He fucks you down into the mattress, the slide of your skin against his sheets added friction. Your head hits a pillow, knocking it sideways, your hand trying to find a grip on anything. It finds the wall and you press against it, feeling the squeeze of your breath in your lungs and the coil in your stomach. 

“That's it,” Seokjin urges, one hand leaving your ass to slip between your legs. He circles your clit and your eyes roll back in your head, the roaring feeling of your orgasm coming closer and closer. “Fuck your feel so fucking good - you look so fucking good just taking my cock like this.” He is the vision you think. Brow furrowed, lip tucked between his teeth, all tan, flushed skin and twitching muscles. You can't remember the last time you were fucked into mindlessness, no chance of cognitive thinking at your fingertips. The filth that leaves his mouth only sends you spiraling further, admiration-laced curses punctuated with moans.

You can only moan back in response, most of the sound stuck in your throat. You think you’re babbling now, mouth agape, eyes squeezed so shut that colors explode across your vision. He fucks you hard but at a medium pace, each thrust supported with his full weight, hitting so deep that you can’t breathe.

When you cum, it’s like a freight train hits you, the world going absolute white noise and numb. You lose yourself in the feeling, everywhere and nowhere all at once. You’re aware of the way your pussy pulses around his cock and through the buzz in your ears, you hear him curse, gasping your name as he cums just as hard. 

You have no idea how long it takes for you to come back down. You barely feel your limbs, the tingle in them like when your foot falls asleep but far more pleasant. You roll your head over to find Seokjin breathing deeply, skin glowing with sweat. His eyes flutter open as you stare at him and he grins, tired but genuine. Your stomach leaps. 

“I swear,” he mumbles. “Next time I will last way longer than that. But fuck.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard,” you admit, voice hoarse. “I think that is why they call it le petite mort. Holy shit.” 

He laughs and he pulls you in. With the shift of your limbs, you feel how sticky and wet your legs are, thighs pressed together in the mess. You make a face at the feeling, no longer finding it attractive now that you’re not actively fucking, but he kisses you and you immediately forget about it. 

“By the way,” he mutters, voice deep. “I won the bet so you owe me a favor.”

You grit your teeth, realizing that he did win by a single kill. “Fine. What’s your favor?”

“Not much, just want to take you out somewhere nice. Buy you a beautiful dinner. Learn all of your embarrassing stories from middle school and if you had an emo phase.”

“Did you have an emo phase?” 

“You’ll only find out if we go on a date.”

You smile. Your mouth hurts from the kissing and the stretch of his dick, but it doesn’t matter. You brush the sweaty hair from his face, his eyes fixed on your reaction. “Of course, I’ll go on a date with you.” 

“Hmm. Good. Now come on, I wanna fuck you in the shower.” 

“That I can agree with.” 

[dreamescapeswriting]

Heart On Your Sleeve ~ HJS

WORD COUNT: 2k

PAIRING: JIsung  x Fem!Reader

GENRE: non!idol AU, breaking up and getting back together, friendly breakup, angst with a soft ending, established relationships, falling back in love with each other

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - June 2023

⤜MASTERLIST

Things between Jisung and you had ended rather amicably if you remembered correctly. There was no large screaming match that ended up with you two saying nasty things to one another, nor was there any kind of bickering behind one another back. Things had just fizzled out and you were no longer a couple and more like friends...Something ex-partners would say a lot but was never actually true but for you and Jisung it appeared to be the truth.

The two of you held no grudges against one another, in fact, you were still rather friendly with one another whenever you saw each other. You put that down to the fact that you had a lot of the same friends in the same social circle and neither of you wanted to put a strain on that. 

It had been about four months since you and Jisung had called it quits on things and while you missed him and still loved him you weren't going to be the one to force him into staying with you if he really didn't want to. The whole breakup only happened because he wasn't sure if he loved you the same way anymore and he just needed some "space" to think about some things and to see everything in a different light. The two of you had been together for five years before that and you'd relied on him for a lot of things in your life, things you hadn't realised until he was gone. The simple task of falling asleep seemed impossible now that he wasn't by your side and even eating was difficult when you couldn't do it without him being there. You'd gotten so used to him being there with you, that you suddenly felt weird to do things alone.

"What's going on?" Jisung questioned Chan as he walked into the canteen to see you were being hugged by Felix and Seungmin. It appeared as though you were snuggled into Felix's chest while Seungmin held you from behind and Jisung couldn't be sure but he thought you might have been crying. Which was completely out of character for you, you tried your best to hide everything you were feeling as you weren't the type to wear your heart on your sleeve.

"Not sure, I think Felix mentioned something about her being stood up," Chan explained as he shrugged his shoulders, all he knew was that you were trying to go out more and put yourself out there now that things with Jisung were clearly over between you both. But Jisung frowned at the mention of being "stood up". He had no idea you were even actively looking for someone to date never mind being stood up on. Who in their right mind would stand you up though? The mere idea of it was starting to piss him off, you were the best thing that could ever happen to anyone and they had just decided to ignore you and ghost you?! What was wrong with them?!

"Who would do that to her? Yn is...Yn is incredible," He breathed out, his heart thumping rapidly against his chest as his blood began to boil at the thought of someone hurting you. The clutch on his laptop began to tighten so much that his knuckles were beginning to turn white.

"Yeah, she is. Glad you see that now." Chan grumbled harshly at Jisung who simply frowned at the older man, what the hell did that even mean? Chan had been the one to agree that some time apart for the two of you would probably do you both the world of good.

"I thought you said it was a good idea to take a break from one another..." Jisung stared at Chan who was already shaking his head at Jisung. A break was his suggestion but he had only meant for a few days maybe a week since the two of you were constantly around one another and he could see the strain it was putting on you both. 

"I meant a couple of days, maybe a week at a push Jisung. Not four months," Chan shook his head. When you and Jisung were together there was no getting the two of you apart, you woke up together and spent every single second of the day together before going back to bed in one another's arms. While it was sweet sometimes it was also unhealthy with just how much you had grown to rely on one another. Chan wanted you both to take some time and discover yourselves before you got too lost in each other.

"Does it bother you to see her so hurt?" Chan questioned when he noticed that Jisung was continuing to stare in your direction looking more and more pissed off with each passing second.

"Yes. She's a friend-" Chan cut him off before he could finish that sentence. Anyone could see that he still had feelings for you, it was an insult for Jisung to call you a "friend" when it was obvious where his heart truly lay with you.

"She's the love of your life, don't insult her by calling her a friend," Chan ordered as he put his tray down on a random table and shook his head. It was about time someone talked some sense back into Jisung, even if it was too late for him to make it up to you he still needed to hear the truth about everything.

"We both agreed to be friends," Jisung mumbled a little as he bit down on the edge of his tongue. Even he had to admit that hearing those words hurt him to say and it tasted like poison in his mouth.

"No, you agreed to be friends. She agreed so that she wouldn't lose you." A frown began to grow on Jisung's face. He'd told you about wanting to be friends and you'd seemed completely fine with it. Jisung thought you would have come to him if it wasn't something you wanted.

"How would you even know this?" He scoffed, shaking his head at Chan. There was no way you would hide something like that from Jisung, not when the two of you had always shared everything.

"Because we were there every day for the last four months picking up each piece of her broken heart." The world seemed to stop spinning when he heard this but Jisung shook his head at Chan. Everything must have been okay for you now if you were clearly happy enough to try and go on dates with other people. The thought of that made Jisung's blood boil though, no one was good enough for you, you deserved the universe and more and he knew that no one on dating apps would ever be good enough for you.

"She's clearly fine if she was trying to go on a date," Jisung said trying to shrug it off as though it wasn't a big deal, as if the thought of you trying to date wasn't ripping him apart on the inside.

"Because we were forcing her to go out and enjoy herself. To at least attempt to move on since you were having such an easy time during your time away from her," Chan spoke harshly once again but he didn't care. If it wasn't for Jisung having such a nice time on his time apart from you, you wouldn't be so hurt about everything.

"So now, this is my fault? I'm not the one that stood her up on the date." Jisung was doing his best to switch the subject back to what they were originally talking about and Chan shook his head.

"No, but you're the reason she can't sleep at night and why she has to sleep beside Felix most of the time."

"What?" Jisung's mouth ran dry at the thought of it. It had been a couple of months since Felix moved out of the shared accommodation and he just assumed the younger boy had moved in with a partner or had moved closer to work. He never would have imagined he'd moved in with you.

"You think Felix moved into a different dorm for the fun of it? Yn can't sleep because she's so used to falling asleep next to you, to waking up next to you. She'd gotten used to hearing your breathing as she drifted off to sleep that when you were suddenly gone she felt abandoned and empty." Jisung's throat ran dry at the thought of it and he stared over at you as you sniffled and Seungmin wiped your eyes. You said something to him but from this far away Jisung could neither hear what you were saying nor could he read your lips.

"Why didn't she just say no to the break?" Jisung stuttered a little, his voice cracking at the thought of you being so hurt and all because of him.

"Because she wants to make you happy. She'll do anything to make you happy," Chan spoke slowly, picking up his tray and shaking his head at Jisung who was staring at you with a deep frown on his head.

"Even if it makes her sad?" 

"Even if it breaks her apart." Was the last thing Chan said before leaving and making his way over to you, leaving Jisung alone with his thoughts.

"I'm fine," You grumbled when you heard your bedroom door open and shut, you assumed it was Felix coming into the room to check on you. Even when a mug of hot chocolate and a brownie were placed down on the bedside table that you were staring down at,

"You still wear my hoodie when you cry?" Jisung questioned as he slid into the bed behind you, turning you around so that your head was now resting on his chest. Your whole body went tense as soon as you felt him so close to you, there was a time in your life when this action would relax you but it only seemed to make your mood sour.

"What do you want?" You asked bitterly, wiping your eyes on your sleeves and sitting up so that you were sitting crossed-legged in front of him. Shutting your body language off to time and staring down at the hot chocolate, it was clear Felix had been making it for you and Jisung had intercepted.

"I want to comfort my girl..." Your heart fluttered at the mention of it but you refused to let yourself give in to it. This was probably just him trying to make you feel better after what he'd no doubt heard about you.

"I thought I wasn't your girl anymore," You sniffled a little about to wipe your cheeks when Jisung's hand beat you to it and he smiled weakly. The second your cheeks were wiped free of tears he wrapped his arm around your waist and dragged you closer to him.

"You're always my girl." You stared at him as you slowly licked your bottom lip and shook your head.

"You left." You reminded him dryly as he nodded his head, taking your hand in his and linking your fingers together. There was going to be a long time until you took him back fully but he was going to be here every day until you decided to forgive him.

"I'm back." He shrugged his shoulders but you still weren't convinced about all of it, how could he just come back and expect things to go back to normal?

"Until you're bored." You grumbled looking away from him but he took your face into his hands and turned you back to face him. His eyes softened as he stared back at you, smiling weakly as he ran his thumb along your bottom lip.

"I'm back, until the day I die." Your heart skipped as you waited for him to move, or say something but when he didn't you threw your arms around him and kissed him desperately. It had been far too long until you'd gotten to hold him and you wanted to feel his lips on yours again, 

"I missed you." You sniffled as you snugged against him, his arms wrapping protectively around you.

"I missed you too, I'm so fucking sorry baby." He repeated over and over again as the two of you laid together, just enjoying being close to one another.

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[gothicflowers]

Softdom!Alex Keller x F!Reader

“Act out” (MDNI)

Warnings: BDSM, Dom/Sub Dynamic, punishments, talks of intercourse, SoftDom!Alex, Sub!F!Reader, honorifics, MDNI, degradation

Alex was the definition of a perfect soft dom. Sweet, caring, loving, respectful and incredibly talented. Everything you ever search for in a partner and a dom. You’re not exactly sure how you managed to get such a perfect man or Dom, but you felt incredibly lucky. And Alex felt that the you deserved the world. Such sweet, beautiful, gentle woman. To come back from work to such a creature always makes his heart swell. Combined you two make the perfect pair. Especially on days like today, when you wanted to act out and needed reprimanded.

*

“No, you know the rules” Alex lifts you off the scale before you could see the number.

“But-“ you pouted at his actions.

“No buts, you know why” Alex firmly said.

“I just want to know” you whined as he set you down.

“No, I think we need to go over affirmations” his hand lovingly rests on your neck, thumb caressing your cheek. You shrug in response becoming shy.

Alex gives you a soft affirming smile “Let me hear it darling”

“My weight does not define my beauty, I am loved for who I am and my appearance as I am. I do not need to change myself for others”

“Good job baby, now let’s go sit and have breakfast” he kisses your forehead and guides you away with his large hand on the small of your back.

After you both cleaned up after breakfast there wasn’t much to do this lazy Sunday.

“I don’t want to read. I want to watch TikTok’s” you huffed at Alex as he held your phone. Alex shakes his head ignoring your bratty behavior.

Alex looks down at you from his book as you sit at his feet begging “You can have your phone after. You know you have to read for at least thirty minutes before your allowed to play on your phone”

“But I don’t like the book I picked” you huffed again in displeasure of his response.

“You have that other book you can start, but you’re not getting your phone unless you get a call or you read”

You cross your arms and stomp off. Only to come back five minutes later and ask again.

Closing his book he leans over you “You either read, or you get your phone but that’s another strike on the bad girl board” he holds up both the phone and the book. Option one would be to be a good girl and follow the rules, option two would mean your being a bad girl. Both equally tempting.

Your mouth hung open at Alex’s words. You didn’t want to be a bad girl. But you’re feeling more bratty than usual you snatch the phone from his hands sticking your tongue out at him and plop onto your beanbag.

Alex layed on the coach deep in a nap. He looked so peaceful. You know how little of sleep he gets on missions and didn’t want to wake him up just to grind on his thigh. Like a mouse you made your way to yours and Alex’s bedroom. You didn’t want to wake him from his nap by grinding on his thigh and you didn’t have the key to the locked box with your favorite toy in it. Now you’re left trying to find relief.

That’s when you noticed the nice squishy pillow in the middle of the bed. Just what you needed.

In a seconds you where on the bed chasing after your desire. The softness of the pillow against your clothed clit was perfect. Your eyes shut tight as you panted trying to contain your moans and whispers. You were so close until Alex’s voice comes from the doorway.

“What are you doing”

You’ve been caught. And you knew better than to be doing this. It was against the rules.

“N-nothing” your hips shutter to a halt against the pillow. Still desperately wanting to grind down.

“Aww sweetheart did you need me”

You desperately nodded yes and as you look down, hips rolling once more on the pillow. Alex walks slowly over to you taking in the beautiful sight before him. As much as he wanted you to continue, to get to see you come undone he had a better idea.

“Off, now” his normal sweet voice turned dark and quiet.

your words came out like a cry “But- but I need it I-”. His hand comes up to grab your jaw forcing you to look up at him.

“You don’t need it, if you really need it you would have ask. Are you allowed to come without my permission?”

“No sir” your head hung in shame.

“And why is that”

“I am not allowed to give myself orgasms. My pleasure is only for you to give me.” You bite your lip trying to control your labored breathing.

“That’s right. Come here, Kneel” his voice commands as he points at his feet. Getting off the bed you make your way to his feet and gracefully kneel down. Bowing your head in submission.

“You know the rules, and you disobeyed”

“I’m sorry sir”

“I know you are, that’s why I discipline you when you misbehave. So you learn. You’ve been so good the past week. Is there a reason you didn’t behave today?” His hand comes to gently pet your hair. His callous fingers taking in the sensation of your silky hair.

“No sir, I just did the things I did because I wanted to despise the rules”

He leans forward placing his fingers under your chin “Baby I can’t hear you talk with your head down, look at me when you speak” his hand forcing you to look up.

“No sir, I just did the things I did because I wanted to despise the rules” you say just loud enough for him to hear.

“This was your third time today disobeying. And it’s only three in the afternoon. I took a nap only to come find you grinding on the pillow like a little slut. I didn’t want to punish you today but I don’t think you’ve left me much of a choice. I can’t let this behavior continue, do you understand” Alex always had a way of degrading you and making it sound like an Angels whisper.

“Normally I wouldn’t punish you so harshly but I think this is a special occasion.” You nod in agreement “You’re going to wear a plug for one hour. No touching, no grinding. During that hour you will be writing why it’s important for you to follow the rules. Once you’re done writing you’re gonna come sit at my feet until your timer is up. Afterwards you’ll get your spanking. Do you agree to your punishment or is that too much for you today?”

“I agree sir” looking up at him nodding you couldn’t help but feel meek and slightly aroused.

“If you need to use your safeword, use it.”

You nod at his reminder, happy he’s always keeping your safety and comfort in mind.

“Good. Now strip.”

[nyashykyunnie]

Oki so I saw tjat you were open to brajnrots so I hope you enjoy them urbjdbfk sorry if it's long but I need to get these out before I go insane sibddnjdjdb 😅😅

I kinda think that Jinwoo would tease the hell out of their partner if they start getting super flustered after their second awakening, ESPECIALLY if reader was with them pre-awakening and was kinda shy woth affection before too (shout out to my shy peeps akbdjbd) ofc he's respectful about boundaries but it doesn't mean he enjoys how cuter his s/o has become wjbdjdnd Not only that, I think Jinwoo would definately use their new height and stregnth to his advantage too! Like if his s/o was taller and could lift him before when hugging, what stopping him from picking up his s/o to cuddle now?? Mf has the audacity to be smug to 🙄🙄

I think he even finds his s/o' weight on him incredibly comforting, especially with the fact that his s/o trusts him completely no matter how he's changed. This is especially so if his s/o knows how terrifying he is as a hunter, and is not phased in the slightest

(Jinwoo has jumped from E to S-rank. Having to fight his way up tooth and claw, doing whatever he has to survive. A man that even monsters fear. Here? He's just Jinwoo. nothing more nothing less. Safe and content with s/o acting as his guiding light during his darkest of hours. Before, he was worried how he couldnt protect his s/o's happiness when he was an E-rank. Now? He finally has the stregnth to protect them and his family, and will do so with everything he has)

Acheivement unlocked: Jinwoo's s/o has now become his weighted blanket sjdbudnd

Jinwoo pissed after a raid, eyes glowing purple, emitting an aura that even scares his shadows: The world is harsh and cruel.... Jinwoo 10 min later, eyes normal, deadly aura gone, cuddling s/o with his head nestled into s/o's shoulder: s/o soft and gentle.

Wdym he can't have his lovely s/o on his lap while he's on his rare breaks in the privacy of his own office??? Unless there is a s-rank dungeon suddenly appearing or an emergency, this man will be enjoying his BREAK.

Don't get me started on his shadows too sksbudbj. I think it be funny if his shadows also start acting like puppies for s/os affection too. Yeah sure they can absolutely decimate enemies but to their Monarchs beloved, theyre lovable guard dogs. (I think that they would be even more charmed If s/o is actually aware how dangerous they can be but still treats them so kindly)

Jinwoo would also get secretly jealous if his shadows gets the privilege of using his shy! s/o's lap as a pillow too (kinda like how a small pet sits on their owners lap or large dogs put their heads on their owners lap for pets too). Especially if its BEFORE he gets the privilege to abdjdbdnkd

I bet once this man gets a taste of using s/os thighs a pillow , he is a changed man. Brain alterd. dbjdbd

The man's personal heaven? His head nestled into s/o's lap with their fingers running though his hair. If his s/o stars humming? Man's purring in content.

(Anyways, if you read it, thanks! I hope it makes you feel a fraction of how happy I feel when I read your works ajbdjdb)

Cheer,

//Warning: kyunnie having a mental breakdown over Jinwoo NO BECAUSE I GENUINELY THINK JINWOO'S LOVE LANGUAGE IS BEING A TEASE!!! HE'S A BIG OL GRUMP AND AWKWARD BUT I GEN THINK HE LIKES TEASING BY TOUCH!! YOU CAN TELL WITH THE WAY HE INTERACTS WITH JIN-AH LIKE SQUEEZING HER FACE OR PINCHING HER CHEEKS IT TELLS A LOT!!!! I GOT THE IDEA OF A TOUCHY JINWOO JUST BY SEEING HOW HE ACTS AROUND JIN-AH AND KYYAAAAA PRE-AWAKENING RELATIONSHOIP EBHJGRWFE!!!!! I LOVE THAT IDEA SM BECAUSE THERE'S A CERTAIN POETIC ROMANCE TO IT WHEN YOU'VE SEEN YOUR BELOVED AT THEIR LOWEST POINTS AND LOVE THEM UNCONDITIONALLY REGARDLESS!! My fave novel of all time is tgcf and there's a whole interactions between the main cp like this!! “That person saw me at my worst", Hua Cheng said. "Then I'm very envious of that", Xie Lian replied.” IF IT'S A SITUATION LIKE THAT IK JINWOO'S ATTACHMENT WOULD GO BEYOND THE ROOFS AND HEAVENS!!!! Jinwoo would first be oblivious to his sunshine's(reader is giving me sunshine vibes, and I love sunshines sm) at first but he slowly started noticing from the jumpy reactions and the shy expression!! He'd test out the waters by his body language likelike purposely moving closer to reader unexpectedly, grasping hands, lightly brushing a finger on their ear— And when he confirmed his suspicions he went "Oh?" like lIKE HOLLYY SIJJDBE WN CFEAAAAA KGGRAAAAA!!! HE'D BULLY THEM A LOT AND CHUCKLE EVERYTIME HE CATCHES SUNSHINE READER GO BBRRRR BRAIN LAG WHHEEEE PRINCESS CARRIES USED TO BE A DISTANT DREAM NOW JINWOO CAN DO IT ANYTIME HE WANTS!! HE EVEN LETS THEM SIT ON HIS ARM PERCHED SO CUTELY LIKE THIS!!! IT GETS READER SO FLUSTERED THEY HIDE THEIR FACE ON HIS NECK AND HE'S LIVING FOR ITT!!!!

(Source: How to win my husband over) BUT WE CANT FORGET THE JINWOO THAT GETS TIRED AND ALL PISSY AFTER DEALING ITH GATES!! Ik our boi gets annoyed over some sht but he doesn't voice them out most of the time!!! His best therapy is when he has reader cuddled up on his lap or him laying his head on their while they tousle their hair around. I Genuinely think Jinwoo's soft/sensitive spots are on his head!!! Fingertips brushing across his scalp tickles him in a pleasant way that he just goes Zzzzzz..... Jinwoo is the type of boyfriend that looks so expressionless and stiff but put his lover and his eyes immediately turn into the most gentle lovestrucken-fool look in an instant that whoever witnesses it thinks their lives just flashed before their eyes because wth the hunter coULD DO THAT KIND OF FACE??????? HELLLOOO!!!! I am an intj simp and coincidentally I have so many intj husbands that I did not ask for but goddamn the consistency. The patten I see with INTJ's ik is that they love acts of service!!! From brushing your hair away from your face, holding their hand out to you so you wont get lost, instinctively doing something to help you WITHOUT EVEN REALIZING. And my god, they have the most MOST INTENSE EYE CONTACT EVER!!!! Jinwoo has proven that side in the manhwa I do not need to pull up panels for this surely YA'LL KNOW WHAT I MEAN PEOPLE. If Jinwoo is whipped, HE IS WHIPPED!!! He mostly keeps a straight face BUT CANNOT CONTROL HIMSELF FOR HIS BELOVED( lets be fr he doesn't intend to in the first place he's that downbad and I love it mWAH) Cuddle session breaks with sunshine reader is a must if not he will wreak havoc in the office or the gates or something WHEEZE OMG THE SHADOWS WHAKJSDEQBKWEF, HE'S A PETTY BASTARD I TELL YOU!! HE'S CHAOTIC AS HELL!!!!! HE DEF THROWS BERU AN EYE-ROLL WHEN HE GETS PATPATS FROM SUNSHINE READER AND IT ENDS UP WITH BERU HAVING A MENTAL BREAKDOWN ITS SO SILLY JWHNFWEPIOEJFND, HE MAKES HIM DO FOREHEAD ON THE FLOOR PUNISHMENT 2 DHWEJAFKE HE'S A PETTY BASTARDDD!!!!! HIS BIGGEST RIVAL IS TANK BECAUSE HE IS THE FLOOFIEST BOI IN THE SHADOWS AND IT JUST MAKES JINWOO GO INTO A TANTHRUM ITS SO SILLYYY!!!! AFTER THE WHOLE SULKING WO GOES TO SUNSHINE READER'S LAP AND GRUMBLES LIKE A TODDLER!!!! Also the thighs man, he had done it once in E-rank days nEVER MOVED ON I TELL YOU, THAT'S WHY I KEEP SAYING LAP SINCE EARLIER WHAHDHWGR. The first time he did it he felt like he was thrown into heaven literally and figuratively he's such a silly simp AGAIN YES, JINWOO'S MOST SENSITIVE SOFT SPOT IS HIS HEAD!!!!!! OUR SILLY LITTLE FLOOFY BASTARDD!!! He purposely messes his hair up so sunshine reader would be forced to fix his hair, and when they look away he begins ruffling his hair up again for more attention— ALSO EARLIER U APOLOGIZED FOR MAKING SOMETHING LONG BESTIE DON'T I MADE IT LONGER IT'S OKAY DON'T FEEL BAD DAFOHLJMWLEJDNM Also owejii uueeee, now I'm all shy and flustered aisupohdjqbl,emfdn AAAAee ee er w ddw sakjlsdlafrgshdf I'm so glad it makes u happy uueeeeeee, I honestly just write for myself but I'm glad it makes you happy too uueee<3333!!!!! Ty for activating my jinwoo braincells that should have beem stayed dormat anywei!! (They never rlly sleep anyway i just keep them in my head)

[thefrogdalorian]

Dincember Day 25: Holiday

Word Count: 1498 Rating: General Summary: Waking up before Din on Life Day gives you the opportunity to admire all the little details and features of the man you love so much. Content Warnings: Just some smooching :) Author's Note: This was so soft and I loved writing this for the last entry. Just reader simping for Din Djarin, what a mood. It also leads into Day 6 - Gifts. Anyway, I really hope you enjoyed my contribution to Dincember I'm a little stunned I managed to make it through but very proud of myself. Thanks to anyone who has engaged with my entries, it really means the world! Merry Christmas everyone!🎄♡

Link to read on AO3 | My Dincember Masterlist

The cabin was entirely silent, except for the soft snores coming from the man whose arms you were lying in. You could tell from the light drifting underneath the blinds that it was early morning; the light was pale and weak and still a bright white, which indicated that the deep frost that the surface of Nevarro had been covered in had not entirely thawed yet. It would make the holiday all the more exciting.

Life Day was finally here. It was the first time you would celebrate it with Din and Grogu in your little cabin here on Nevarro, and the first time that Din would celebrate it altogether. You were so excited for the day that lay ahead for many reasons, but mostly you were excited to witness Din's reaction to the carefully-selected gift that you had secured for him.

Your gift was from his home world and you knew that it would mean a great deal to him. It was a cut of fabric called Aq Vetina Carmine that an incredible vendor at the market had been able to source for you. You were excited to see what gifts Din had for you, but you were even more excited to see his reaction to the red fabric that was sure to bring back so many memories for him.

But that was all to come later in the day. For now, you were simply enjoying the stillness and tranquillity of the moment, cuddled up to the man you loved, in your little home together. Din’s arms were wrapped tightly around your waist, holding you, his large hands splayed out across your stomach. You felt so protected and warm in his arms, when Din held you like this you had never felt safer. His rhythmic breathing as he slept was tickling the back of your neck slightly, not in an unpleasant way, but it was a funny sensation. Mostly, it was a pleasant reminder that he was something tangible, not a figment of your imagination. Din was such a wonderful partner that sometimes you wondered if in your loneliness on your home planet, you had dreamt him up. But no, he was really here, holding you tightly in his arms.

Mercifully, Grogu was seemingly still sleeping peacefully, giving you the opportunity to enjoy this moment. He had not burst into the room with excitement and hauled you and Din out of bed so he could tear into the mountain of gifts that you had carefully wrapped for him. You and Din had both vowed not to spoil Grogu too much. After all, wherever he went in the galaxy he was spoiled by everyone he encountered, even without you and Din. People just found him too adorable to resist; you couldn’t blame any of them, you also thought that Grogu was the cutest baby in the galaxy. Plus, it was Life Day. He was allowed to be a little extra spoiled for one day.

You sighed and shifted in Din’s embrace carefully, turning over to face him, your head on the pillow next to his so you could admire his handsome features while he slept. His hair was tousled from sleep, the dark brown curls sticking up at odd angles. You noticed the flecks of grey that were beginning to appear more prominently in his curls. Rather than making him look older, you thought about how distinguished he looked. His tan skin was practically glowing in the pale light of the morning. Your eyes travelled down towards his facial hair, the grey flecks mixed in with the darker brown that most of his moustache and patchy beard was in colour. The wrinkles around his eyes and that lined his forehead were evidence of both the stressful life he had led and the many times he had smiled or laughed in joy. An emotion that had been so rare for him until he had found you and Grogu. Now, those same wrinkles were relaxed and smoothed out in slumber. All except for the permanent wrinkle that rested on Din’s forehead, just above his nose between Din’s dark brown eyebrows. It was a feature that you found particularly adorable, another stunning detail of the expressive face you loved so much. 

Your gaze stayed admiring that part of Din’s face, around his eyes. You noticed his dark, impossibly long eyelashes were touching on his closed eyes. You were enthralled by him, so many details that comprised the man you loved. Even asleep, Din Djarin was mesmerising. Your heart constricted briefly as you noticed the small scab near his temple, evidence of the tumble he had taken while ice skating the previous day. He had given you such a fright afterwards as you were worried that he would not be able to enjoy Life Day. But fortunately, it seemed after Din had made it back to the cabin and had lain down for a while, he was not too badly affected, just a little shaken. Which was understandable, the apologetic man had hurtled into him at quite a speed. Although Din had complained of a headache last night, you hoped that a good night’s sleep would have alleviated the pain. It certainly seemed as though that was the case, given how restful he appeared in slumber. 

You weren't sure for how long you remained lying there in your quiet reverence, admiring every inch, every crevice and tiny detail of Din’s face. It could have been hours or it could have been minutes, but but however long: it was never enough. You could easily spend the rest of your life admiring Din Djarin like this. 

Your appreciative glances at the man you loved came to an abrupt end, when the eyelashes that you had just been admiring moved as Din's eyes flickered open. You smiled as the brown eyes you loved to gaze into so much were right there, sparkling in the early morning light. Din blinked a few times as his eyes adjusted to his surroundings and the light. But eventually his gaze locked with yours. The eye contact took your breath away. How lucky were you that this thoroughly gorgeous man looked at you in this way, with so much love in his eyes?

“Good morning,” You whispered, your hand coming up to cup Din’s chin and stroke his cheek with your thumb, the grey and brown stubble there was scratchy underneath your touch. 

“Good morning, cyare,” Din replied, leaning in to kiss you softly. Din hummed happily at the contact, then added “Happy Life Day.”

“Happy Life Day, Din,” You murmured. “I hope you enjoy your first time celebrating it. I can’t wait to exchange gifts and eat some good food with you.”

“Me neither,” Din smiled happily. “And I’m sure I will. You’ve introduced me to so many traditions and we’ve had so much fun already together… I can’t believe we still get to celebrate the actual holiday.” 

“Well, now you’ll get to see what everything was building up to,” You grinned. “How are you feeling now?” You asked, in reference to the ice skating catastrophe of the previous day. 

“My head feels much better, thank you,” Din reassured you. You had been pretty upset the previous night, worrying that he would not be in a fit condition to fully celebrate Life Day in the way you had planned. 

“Oh, Din. I’m so glad to hear that,” You breathed, before you pressed a soft kiss to the little scab on his temple. “Probably need to keep kissing you, though. Just to make sure your head heals.”

“Oh yeah?” Din said, raising one eyebrow questioningly.

“Yeah,” You breathed, closing the gap between you. You pressed a small kiss to the spot where his tumble onto the ice had left a physical mark. Then you aimed for his lips, kissing him softly.

The kisses started off gentle, but something between you shifted and the gentle kisses gradually became more and more needy. Din captured your lips desperately, one hand held the back of your head and the other the side of your jaw as his teeth grazed against your bottom lip. It was as though he suddenly had an overwhelming need for you, he was totally overcome with want. You grinned into the kiss, your lips curling into a smile against his facial hair. Din pulled away and buried his face against your shoulder.

“Love you so much, mesh’la,” Din growled into your neck.

“I love you too, Din,” Your reply was cut short, you gasped as Din began kissing the side of your neck.

You were stunned by Din’s sudden desperation, but you weren't going to complain. It seemed that perhaps the festive spirit had manifested in a somewhat surprising way for Din: it had ignited a need for you that you were more than happy to oblige. You sighed happily as Din continued pressing hot kisses onto your neck, now adding teeth to the equation. 

It was the perfect way to start the holiday.

[crownofstardustandbone]

Of Second Chances and Small Joys

The way Tommy hums and says mmm not like that

The way he smiles so warmly when Buck says i think that something could be with you

The way his hand feels atop Buck's, large and warm and comforting

The way their shoulders brush as they walk down the street

The way Tommy lays a hand on the small of his back as they cross the street

It's all small joys, nothing groundbreaking in the grand scheme of things, and yet it feels like a ball of sunshine has soaked into Buck's chest--he can't stop smiling up at Tommy, and what a revelation it is to realize that Tommy is taller than him, bigger than him and that he likes it, a lot.

They wind their way through the park nearby, hands brushing against each other until Buck inhales shakily and reaches for Tommy's hand, offering him a nervous little smile when the older man looks over at him before he's smiling sweetly back at Buck and tightening his grip on Buck's hand and pulling him a little closer.

He loses track of time and place, so wrapped up in the way that Tommy makes him smile and laugh that he doesn't even worry about people looking at them or what they might be thinking. Tommy's hand in his is strong and firm, and Buck feels so safe he's a little breathless with it, heart beating hard in his chest and his stomach light and fluttery.

Eventually they find their way to a bench under the shade of a tree and Buck lets Tommy pull him down close, cheeks pink not just from the sun when Tommy slings an arm around his shoulders and smiles softly at him.

"This okay?" he asks quietly and Buck nods enthusiastically because it is, it's so okay--it makes him ache a little to feel so protected and cared for, tucked into Tommy's side like he's something that should be protected instead of the protector like he's always been.

Something inside him loosens a little and he sinks into the heat of Tommy's body, sighing softly when Tommy bends his arm up and runs his fingers through Buck's hair gently, a shiver running over his spine that has him aching to melt into the touch even further. He holds out for all of half a minute maybe before he lets himself go and tilts his head so it's resting on Tommy's shoulder, a content sigh slipping out of him when Tommy turns and presses a kiss to his brow.

"You have anywhere to be?" Tommy asks quietly and Buck lets out a soft negative sound but doesn't speak, just shifts a little and lays his arm on Tommy's thigh, cupping his knee and squeezing. "Good," Tommy says, a smile in his voice, "I want you all to myself a little," he admits and Buck blushes at that, tucks his head down against Tommy's shoulder a little and feels it when Tommy laughs softly, fingers gentle as they scrub over his scalp in a touch so affectionate it turns his heart over in his chest.

Eventually Tommy's stomach rumbles and they both laugh and Buck takes his hand when they stand, leads him to a Thai place and tries some of Tommy's drunken noodles, enjoying the way he laughs at Buck's reaction to the level of spice even as his mouth feels like a four alarm fire.

They walk and talk more, telling stories and getting to know each other, until somehow it's dinner time and Tommy convinces him to try a hole in the wall Peruvian place with a promise it won't be nearly as spicy as the Thai which is a lie but Buck can't even care when Tommy looks at him like that.

He looks up from under his lashes at Tommy where they're standing beside his Jeep, gaze flicking to his mouth which turns up in a wry smile before Tommy gently pushes into his space and kisses him soft and sweet like he had done in Buck's apartment, his fingers crooked under his jaw for a moment before they slip back and his whole hand is cradling Buck's face.

Heat spills into his veins and he shivers at how incredible it feels to be held in place, to be the smaller partner for once, and then Tommy presses him back against the Jeep and Buck goes breathless and weak, hands slipping around Tommy's waist to cling at the back of his shirt.

All thought and sound goes silent in his head for once and all he can process is Tommy--the heat of his body, the taste of his mouth, the feel of his calloused palm against his face, the weight of him pressing Buck into the Jeep and it's good, so good he can barely stand up, legs gone weak with everything that's rushing through him.

Tommy kisses him slowly, like they have all the time in the world and it's sweet and deep and leaves Buck hungry for more, even as his lungs ache and his body trembles with desire. Eventually Tommy slows and pulls back just enough that they can make eye contact, their lips just a breath apart as they pant softly into each other's mouths, smiles creeping slowly onto their faces.

"I could do that all night," Tommy murmurs before kissing him again and shifting the hand he has on Buck's hip around to the small of his back to pull him closer.

Buck goes a little stupid thinking about that--about kissing Tommy all night and maybe more and the flash of images that runs through his mind has him making a hungry little noise and chasing Tommy's mouth, heedless of the way that Tommy laughs softly, fondly, at his eagerness.

The next time Tommy pulls back Buck's mouth feels hot and bruised and the way Tommy looks at him with dark hungry eyes makes him shiver, his body electric with desire. Tommy shifts the hand he's been cupping Buck's face with and swipes his big rough thumb across Buck's lips and a gasp falls from them, his whole body going abruptly hot.

"Tommy," he whispers and Tommy groans and then laughs, shaking his head as he presses their foreheads together, hand slipping away to cup the nape of Buck's neck.

"Slow," Tommy murmurs, "we're going to go slow Ev," he says, laughing softly at the whining sound of protest Buck lets out without any consultation between his brain and his currently half hard cock. Tommy kisses him again, "Slow," he whispers against Buck's mouth and Buck nods, chasing his mouth for more kisses, pouting when Tommy laughs and pulls back, though not before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Reaching around Buck, he opens the door to his Jeep and nods towards the seat, "Go home Evan," he says quietly, "so we can do this again soon."

Buck smiles at him shyly and rocks forward into Tommy's space, hoping for another kiss when he looks up at him from under his lashes. "You wanna go out again?" he asks hopefully.

Tommy huffs out a laugh and nods, kisses him again. "Yea Evan, so go home so I can ask you out again," he says teasingly before kissing him again and then nudging him towards the Jeep before he steps back and puts space between them.

Buck nods eagerly and climbs into the Jeep, aching as they whisper soft goodbyes and he pulls away, checking the rear view mirror over and over again until he can't see Tommy anymore.

As he's opening the door to his apartment his phone buzzes and he wrestles it out of his jeans, heart beating rapidly when he sees that it's Tommy texting him.

Hey Ev, I had a great time--you free this Thursday? I have off

Grinning, Buck types out a quick reply.

I had a great time too, and yea I'm free, what did you have in mind?

You, me, flying lessons?

Buck already feels like he's flying as he types out yes!!

Good 😊 can't wait to see you again

Buck flops back on his bed, a huge grin on his face as he stares up at his phone, joy radiating out of every pore on his body.

me too, I really like you

This joy isn't small, and this second chance feels different than anything he's ever experienced before, like this could be it, the thing he's been looking for his whole life.

i really like you too Evan😊

Closing his eyes, Buck holds his phone to his chest and smiles, basking in second chances and small joys that aren't so small.

[pettyprocrastination]

here are my thoughts on a poly ship with ghost+soap and how it would begin because our heating still isnt on and it’s too cold for me to do anything productive right now

Ghost and soap began before you. You’re a newer addition to the 141 meanwhile these men have years of trauma, camaraderie, and connection that has led to a mutual relationship that has been going on for quite some time. 

Ghost doesn’t like labels. He and Soap have been together for years, will share a bed and fuck like mad before going down to the pub together to watch a game but he doesn’t call him his boyfriend or partner because he still is skittish about saying it out-loud as if it would cause something horrible to happen to Johnny. 

the classic “can’t say i love you x the person who says the soft “I know, its alright” 

Ghost is the jealous and possessive type pre-relationship when it comes to other people flirting with Soap. He gets quiet and brooding and more content to push johnny away to protect his own feelings. Once they’re in a relationship he’ll just make a dry joke about how “somebody’s popular” before fucking him stupid that same night because he doesn’t care how many people laugh at his jokes and squeeze his bicep with a lack of subtlety. He’s Simon's and Simon's alone. 

Of course, until you. 

Johnny takes to you quickly. You're smart, good in a fight and you laugh at his jokes, it’s a clear shot to friendship from their. 

He’s the mediator between the two of you, the one that sort of bridges you to Simon who is more content to be silent around you until after going through several missions with the task force you find yourself melding into the group with ease. 

Simon of course, is old enough and smart enough to see Johnny’s attraction to you. He’ll bump shoulders with you in a quiet moment with that little smile, taunt you on the mat during sparring sessions that he leaves just a bit too winded to be normal. 

It’s nothing more than a crush, really. You’re attractive and strong. He gets it. 

Doesn’t mean he likes it. But it’s not something Soap would ever act upon so he lets it be. 

Soap will make a light joke at it when they're together, that “you’ve got nothing to worry about, old man. I’m not switching you out for another pretty face anytime soon.”

Because even Simon could admit that yeah, you were easy on the eyes and good at your job. 

However there would have to be a big event to make Ghost go “okay, yeah, I’m attracted to you.” 

Rescuing one of them in an ambush, keeping them alive in a vital moment while putting your own life at risk for one of them in a way that is incredibly stupid and as a Lieutenant, he would rip you a new one for when the dust settles and wounds are tended to.

But after, he’d go back to his room and think of you until he fell asleep.

Soap sees it in his partner’s eyes a month later. You and Ghost had been sparring late at night, both battling our own demons that wouldn’t let your sleep. 

Quickly, using your own size as an advantage you were able to get him to the floor and trap him in a leg lock.

Now, Simon is twice your size and easily a hefty 220 pounds. He could have simply stood up and slammed you back into the floor until you fell limp on the ground.  

But he lays beneath you, large hands gripping the muscle of your thighs as you tighten your grip on his neck, eyes almost falling into a dark haze before he quickly taps against your calf and you release.

John Mctavish had his suspicions before, but know its clear as day to him of his partner’s desire for you. 

And knowing Simon, he’s going to have to be the one to take the first step for them both. 

[silvervioletvalentine]

❣️Bad Influence❣️

Pairing : Mick Schumacher X Cherrie!

Word count : 7.2k

Summary: in which Cherrie is a bad influence. She’s also a little over protective too.

Mick stood in front of the reporter with a amused smile tugging at his lips as the topic of his girlfriend and rival on the track was brought up again.

His cheeks flushing a subtle pink just at the sound of her name , shifting on his feet with a shy laugh as he glanced around him to make sure that she wasn't near him to make fun of him when he acted like a fool in love for her in front of everyone .

If she saw him blushing over just hearing her name, he would never hear the end of it. The picture would be screen shotted and framed in their apartment with a proud plack engraved with the words 'SIMP #1' on it.

How did he know that would happen?

Because it already had the last time she caught him giggling about her to the press again.

"How does it feel for your partner to beat you today? Is there any part of you that is envious of her constant wins lately?" The man asked him clearly looking for some drama to stir.

But he was picking the wrong man to hear it from . Because mick was as in love with Cherrie as a man could possibly be.

She could crash into him on purpose and he would still refuse to blame her for it. In fact he'd probably thank her for it . That's how soft he was for her.

Mick just smiled at the man with a small laugh , shaking his head at him.

"No, no. I'm Incredibly proud of her. She's one of the best drivers in the world and she deserves every single win that she has achieved. She works incredibly hard and there's been days where she's literally been up all night on the simulator refusing to come off until she's satisfied that she's knows the track by memory. Even when I try and get her to relax and enjoy her time off-" he laughed fondly at the stubbornness and insane drive to win that she had .

"She'll just look at me like I've asked her to go to Mars. So I've learned to leave her alone and just let her be the best that she can be. Because her hard work pays off .. I mean, she's won again so she must be doing something right!" He exclaimed with a proud look on his face .

Before laughing a little as he felt his phone buzz in his hand, already knowing who it was and just what it would say .

He looked at the camera with a small smirk , chuckling . "Look- she likes to annoy me with it though. She's not very er- she's not very humble and loves to brag.." he told them in amusement at how shameless his girlfriend was when it came to rubbing her success in other people's faces for her own amusement.

He then laughed loudly as he opened up her text and showed it to the camera for the world to see.

"Look- this is my super supportive girlfriend by the way ... she's wrote- ‘I've just got back home after taking a ride in the winners car. You did amazing today, not as good as me because that's impossible , but still fabulous! So I've gotten you a cake.." he read out with his tongue in his cheek as he looked at the photo she had sent him.

It was of a large cake with white frosting , and written in bright red icing were the words

'Better luck next time gorgeous!'

The reporter and cameraman chuckled at her teasing and the usual cheek that she had . Not at all surprised by her behaviour .

It was one of the reasons why people had been so shocked when Cherrie had announced her relationship with mick over a year ago now . No one could quite believe it.

Because the two of them couldn't have been more opposite If they tried.

Cherrie was this loudmouth , arrogant and risky driver who wasn't afraid to get into someone's face and tell them that exactly what she thought about them.

Like the time that Cherrie had took a hold of max before he could leave the paddock just to ask him what the fuck did he think he was doing after nearly taking her out on the track.

Mick had to hurry over and intervene , physically carrying his furious girlfriend away while she cursed max out in Spanish and promised him that karma would bite his ass soon.

Karma being herself because the next race after that incident , Cherrie had overtook him at the last second , deliberately leaving him to think that he was about to win before pressing full throttle at the last second and taking the leadership away from him just like that.

The smug look on her face when she stood next to max on the podium , clearly proud of herself for getting back at max in the best way possible.

With pure Success .

"It's what he gets. Maybe he'll think twice before trying to screw me over time . Because I don't get sad . I get even." Cherrie had simply told them, unbothered and confident in herself like always .

Where mick was sweet, Cherrie was a cocky asshole who found humour in pissing people off.

And where mick was soft spoken and polite, Cherrie was mouthy and came across as rude sometimes with how blunt and unfiltered she was .

Many a time has mick had to slap his hand over her big mouth before she could start another verbal fight with someone just because she was bored.

And while mick had a hard time sometimes sticking up for himself and speaking up to his team when he didn't think something was right , too afraid to upset anyone or cause any trouble with someone.

Cherrie was not shy or hesitant at all.

When mick had told her that his team weren't listening to his complaints about his wheel not feeling right , telling her that they had just ignored him and refused to listen. Cherrie had simply told him that she would handle it.

And by handling it she meant storming into his garage and screaming at his team, with a face of fury and tightened fists as she had refused to leave until they had Listened to every single one of the issues that he had been silently facing .

She had Stood beside him like a pissed off and over protective  parent while he quietly told them his problems with the car , giving him a encouraging nod each time he looked to her for approval.

And as they had been leaving . The camera had picked up on her threatening his team principal without it giving a single shit at the amount of trouble she was going to be in for doing so.

"You better give him a better car and actually listen to him next time . Otherwise the lot of you will be leaving here in an ambulance!" She had snapped at them while mick had laughed nervously and told them that she was joking , pulling her away before she actually de-knee capped them all.

They may have been different but mick was certain that was why it worked so well between them.

His kindness and gentleness helped calmed her down , he brought her back down to Earth when she was spiralling out of control inside her clustered head. He brought her calmness and safety , knowing that she could trust him  and just be herself after an exhausting day of people expecting things from her.

Whereas Cherrie gave him more confidence in himself. The minute she heard him even slightly putting himself down or blaming himself over something that was out of his control, she would give him a firm slap around the head and tell him to stop being stupid .

She would then sit there with him and list off every single amazing thing about him, she would hold him tight and promised him that no matter the problem. They could work it out together.

Even though she was in a different team and the two of them were supposed to be Rivals. None of that applied to them because Cherrie did whatever the fuck she wanted to.

She let him use her teams simulator with the track that they would be racing on. Sitting up all night with him and showing him tips and tricks to use at certain corners, showing him the best places to brake quicker and which corners he needed to be careful on. Even though she wasn't supposed to be helping him, she did anyways.

Because while they may not have been a team on the track, they were a team off of it and she would always have his back. Always.

It was a nice feeling for him to know that he would always have someone on his side even when he was the one in the wrong. She would simply defend him without any hesitation to the public but scold him in private when they were at home. Telling him what he had done wrong instead of making him feel like shit about it , she would simply go over his mistakes with him and fix them. Showing him what to do next time instead.

They loved each other and it showed.

And was his girlfriend a slightly crazy, obnoxious , and intimidating woman? A little bit , yes.

Did he care? Absolutely not. It was what made him love her even more .

She kept him on the edge of his seat and never once had he ever doubted her love for him because it showed in every single thing that she did .

"Would you say that Cherrie is a bad influence on you?" He asked him with a knowing look on his face.

Mick hesitated at that , titling his head side to side with a bashful laugh as he thought about how mischievous she was. How she always managed to drag him into her shit too.

"Er- yes , a little. I can't deny it. She likes trouble and she likes to get me into trouble too." He admitted with a grin as he thought back to all the times she had been a bad influence on him.

There was that time in Monaco when Charles had offered to take them on a tour around the place , both of them had been waiting by his car while he walked back inside the hotel to take a phone call, telling them that he'd only be a minute .

They were stood there waiting for him for ten minutes when Cherrie finally had enough. Unable to stand still and huffing and puffing with each second that passed by without Charles reappearing .

"Christ! who is he in the phone with? The insurance company?!" She whines out impatiently , rolling her eyes in annoyance as she turned to look at the ferrari in front of her.

Mick just laughed and rubbed her back gently , used to her inability to just stand still and wait.

"He won't be long-" he broke off into a startled gasp when Cherrie suddenly opened the drivers side of the Ferrari and slid into the seat , the keys having already been left inside , having just been about to leave before he got a call.

Mick looked at her with wide eyes as she turned on the engine and looked up at him innocently .

"What are you doing?!" He exclaimed with a nervous look back to the hotel. Knowing that Charles wouldn't want her driving his precious car without permission.

But his girlfriend simply didn't give a shit. Giving him a look and nodding over to the passenger seat impatiently .

"I'm hungry and if I have to wait here for another minute I'm going to go mad! Are you getting in or what baby?" She looked at him with a challenging  smirk , closing her door and reviving the engine again just to wind him up some more .

Mick hesitated , running a hand over his face anxiously as he chewed nervously on his lower lip.

Glancing down at his cool as a cucumber girlfriend who was looking up at him in amusement at the way he kept shooting nervous looks over his shoulder at the hotel .

"This isn't a good idea! We can't just steal his car! He'll go mental!" He scolded her , taking a small step closer to the Ferrari despite himself.

Cherrie just laughed and leaned over to open the passenger side of the door for him, nodding confidently to the seat knowing that there was no way on earth he would let her drive off in Monaco without him.

"We'll be back before he's even noticed we’ve gone! Come on baby! You don't want me to starve do you? I haven't even had any breakfast yet!" She knew just how to guilt trip him.

Mick hesitated with his head halfway in the car , looking at the love of his life with a concerned frown.

"You haven't? Cherrie! I told you not to go without something to eat first! Oh my god! You never listen!" He scolded her , quickly sliding into Charles's Ferrari before he could chicken out and change his mind.

Cherrie stepped on the gas, quickly speeding off down the road without any hesitation. Laughing loudly as mick reached over and clicked her seatbelt into place for her , untucking her hair from beneath it too so it didn't tug at her head.

"I had some toast. I was just lying to get you into the damn car!" She giggled like a naughty kid at the disbelieving look he sent her .

Mouth dropping open in disbelief "Cherrie! This is a crime! We've stolen his Ferrari! This is peer pressure!" His voice went higher incredulously at how unbothered she looked.

The wind blowing through her hair as she turned on the radio and glanced over at him with a pretty smile on her face . Mick's heart fluttering when she placed her hand on his thigh and squeezed teasingly.

"Love you." She sang to him playfully , tilting her head for a kiss.

Mick yelled "keep your eyes on the road!" Before quickly leaning over the console to give her a kiss, then he grabbed her jaw and turned her head back to face the front again. Shaking his head in pure disbelief at her.

Crazy . She was crazy!

"I quite like this car. It's very smooth to drive. Do you want to drive it?" She nudged his shoulder with a smirk as they both slowly walked back to the badly parked Ferrari , Cherrie holding a small tub of ice cream in her hand .

Mick swallowed down the bite that she fed to him, humming at the sweet taste as he caressed the back of her head affectionately. Admiring how pretty she looked underneath the beaming sun.

Before Shaking his head "no because then I'm the criminal. Right now im just - a witness." He told her before giving her a stern look when she looked up beneath her dark lashes at him, tilting her head cutely.

He inhaled sharply "no! No! Don't give me that look. You are not dragging me any further into this- I am not driving Charles Ferrari away. We really need to take it back before he kills us!" He tried to stick to his own words, he really did.

But then she pouted up at him and gently kissed his bicep a couple of times . Mumbling a small "please? I want you to drive me to the beach. Please mick.."

He groaned "no. I meant it. I'm not doing it-" he was adamant .

Five minutes later mick was driving Charles's Ferrari to the beach with a sigh , glancing over at a pleased looking Cherrie in the passenger seat taking photos

Of him behind the wheel to send to a furious Charles .

He never let them anywhere near his Ferrari again.

Or there was that time at the hotel when some of the drivers had been lounging around the pool while they had an off day.

Mick was stood behind Cherrie as he gently rubbed sunscreen onto her back, biting his down on his lip as he admired her Tanned and sweating body in the tiny red bikini that she was wearing. Sighing in awe, unable to believe that she was all his.

"You look beautiful. Are you sure that you don't want to head back up to our room?" He murmured suggestively into her ear.

Kissing the side of her head as he wrapped his arms around her chest from behind , resting the side of his cheek against her own as he hugged her close to him. Enjoying having her to himself again after such a busy week.

Cherrie just giggled as she leaned back against his chest, lifting one of her arms so that she could hold the hand dangling over her chest, intertwining their fingers together lazily as she stared over at max who was stood by the edge of the pool talking to lando about something.

Narrowing her eyes at him, still feeling a little pissed off by the risky overtake he did on her . She sighed loudly and lifted mick's hand in front of her , kissing his knuckles gently to soften him up.

"Did you see that dangerous move max did to me at the corner?" She murmured to him, smiling a little slyly when she leaned her head back to look up at him through her lashes . Just like she always did when she wanted something from him.

Mick frowned a little at the reminder , humming in confusion once he saw the calculating look on her pretty face.

Fighting back a loud sigh already knowing that whether she was about to suggest would be no good.

"Yeah? What about it? He apologised to you this morning didn't he?" He had seen max hesitantly approach his girlfriend while they had all been getting breakfast in the hall.

Trying not to laugh at the way max had stood a good metre away from her while telling her he was sorry, Cherrie just glaring up at him unhappily as she bit into a banana aggressively while looking him straight in the eye.

Cherrie just hummed, leaning up to kiss his jaw gently as she mumbled to him. "Still.. do you remember what I did when pierre did the same thing to you?" She was referring to the time that the French man hasn't left enough room and sent mick spinning into the wall.

Mick looked down at her warily , recalling the way she had found pierre in the club later that night and then proceeded to tackle him to the dance floor. Keeping him in a headlock until he apologised to a flustered mick who was trying to get her off him while their friends all laughed hysterically at the scene she had made .

"Yes... what about it?" He worried as he caught her eyes shifting back over to max by the pool, groaning as he realised what she was hinting at him to do.

"Cherrie- I am not attacking max-"

She just scoffed and waved her hand in front of her "no, no. I'm not asking you to do that! I'm just saying.. look how close he is to the edge of the pool. He's just asking to be pushed in Isn't he?" She said to him with a smirk.

Mick pulled away from her with another groan, frowning at her disapprovingly . Wondering why she was like this.

"I am not pushing max into the pool for you-" he whisper shouted to her . Eyes widening as she started to give him that look .

Rapidly shaking his head at her in denial "no- no!"

She walked behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist and kissed between his shoulders with a mischievous giggle . Knowing that she always got what she wanted .

"Please mick? It'll be so funny! It'll be good for him to cool off in this heat anway! Plus I took down gasly for you so it's time you returned the favour-" she told him confidently .

Mick looked over his shoulder at her with wide eyes "I didn't ask you to put pierre in a headlock! I don't want to piss max off either-" he reminded her .

But he still glanced back over at max who was standing so incredibly close to the edge of the pool , oblivious to cherrie's plan for him.

Mick took a small step closer to him as he thought about how max had nearly taken his girlfriend out of the race with his risky cut off.

Hearing Cherrie giggle like a evil little gremlin behind him , narrowing his eyes at her as he hesitated just a couple of steps behind max.

Cherrie just beamed at him , eyes sparkling as she nodded insistently towards max.

"Do it!" She mouthed to him with a smirk, hands pressed to her cheeks in excitement .

Mick looked at Max's back and then back to his hopeful girlfriend , hands twitching as he hesitated .

Bedore letting out a defeated sigh and turning around, walking straight over to max who looked over at him in confusion , starting to smile at him politely.

"Hey mate what-?" He started to say only to gasp loudly as mick gave him a hard shove to his shoulders and sent him tumbling straight back into the pool behind him.

All he could hear was Cherrie laughing hysterically as she fell down to her knees in tears, gasping between giggles at the big splash max made as he fell hard into the water.

Spluttering and coughing as he came back up for her , soaking wet and blinking water out from his eyes as he gaped up at a sheepish mick in disbelief.

"Why?! What was that for?!" He exclaimed in shock while the other drivers laughed and took photos of him.

Mick just shrugged and scratched the side of his neck sheepishly , glancing over to his giggling girlfriend with a small grin . Pleased with how proud she looked of him.

"That's for nearly taking Cher off the track. You're lucky that I didn't do what she wanted me to do to you." He told him honestly.

Walking back over to her and placing his hands underneath her armpits to pull his hysterically laughing girlfriend up from the floor. Placing her on his lap as he sat down at the end of one of the sun loungers instead .

Cherrie immediately wrapping her arm around his shoulders and giving him a kiss before pulling away to watch max pull himself out of the pool with a huff.

"And what did she want you to do?" He dared to ask, shooting a giggling Cherrie an unimpressed look.

"Kill you. But mick said no." She replied without any hesitation . Face serious .

Max paused and eyed her warily while mick just laughed nervously and placed his hand over her smirking mouth , shaking his head .

"No, no. She's kidding! She never told me to kill you. She's really sweet actually!" He lied with a smile as he pulled her down to lay with him instead before she Could get them into any more trouble .

Locking her body between his legs as she squirmed on him, still laughing like a naughty kid. He hooked his arm around the back of her neck, resting her head in the crook of his elbow to keep her still.

Leaning down to give her a brief kiss "behave. You've already paid a fine for threatening to break Max's nose last time remember? It'll be even more if you do it again." He whispered against her lips, smiling despite himself .

Finding it funny how her first answer to everything was violence . Always being the one to calm her down and tell her that killing off all of her rivals wouldn't solve a thing.

She just sighed and buried her face into his neck, snuggling into him happily.

"It would make me feel really good though. But if he does that to me on the track again.." she trailed off, peering up at him with a smirk.

Mick just sighed in defeat "then I'll pop the tires to his car and cancel his plane ride home. I know . You've already told what to do." He murmured in amusement  . Getting another proud kiss from her as she whispered that she loved him.

So was she a slightly bad influence on him?

Maybe.

But she was also fiercely protective of him too and she showed just how much she loved him with her actions.

Like that time he crashed into the barrier and Cherrie had been right behind him, just narrowly missing being taken out by one of his wheels flying onto the track.

She slowed down her car and looked over at his crashed car in worry , her radio quickly coming on.

"Okay that's a red flag . You need to pull back and follow the safety car-" he told her firmly.

Cherrie didn't listen, instead she felt her heart pounding her chest with worry when mick didn't get straight out of the car like he usually did.

"Fuck that was a bad one! Stupid fucking car they’ve dumped him with! Who the hell did that? How did that happen?" She turned off her engine , refusing to move her car away from her boyfriends crashed one.

Her team knew her though and immediately replied with concern "you need to stay in your car and follow the-”

Cherrie cut him off with a scoff , eyes never leaving the car opposite her .

"Fuck off! I'm not leaving him there! I'll pay the fucking fine or whatever they slap me with. Okay?" Was all she snapped at them before pulling off her wheel and hauling herself out of the car .

The announcer was going crazy "that's something you don't see very often! The Ferrari has come to a complete stop and Cherrie is getting out of the car, denying team orders! That's going to get her into a lot of trouble but by the sounds of it she really doesn't care!" He exclaimed , sounding impressed.

Cherrie ran over to his car as fast as she could, quickly kneeling beside it and bending over so that she could see mick inside.

Placing her hand ontop of his helmet and tapping it gently "you okay? Are you good? Are you hurt? Can you get out?" She rushed the questions at him in worry.

Signing loudly in relief when mick lifted up his visor and looked at her with tears in his eyes, clearly upset with crashing again.

"Yeah I'm okay. I'm out of the race though- the team isn't going to be very happy with me-" he mumbled to her sadly.

Cherrie just scoffed and pulled out of his wheel, throwing it down to the side and grasping his hands in her own to help pull him out .

Wrapping her arm around his waist to steady him while he got his footing again, pulling off his helmet and placing it into the car with a sigh.

Cherrie pulled her own off too and carelessly flung it onto the grass. Bending her head down so that she could meet his teary eyes, she immediately pulled him into her side for a hug.

"I don't give a shit. I'm just glad you're okay! That's all that matters! If your team has anything to say they can say it to the both of us tomorrow because we're going home!" She snapped , checking him over for injuries  herself.

Mick wrapped his arm around her shoulder and frowned in worry . "I don't think we're allowed to. We'll be fined if we leave-" he reminded her , waving the medics off and telling them that he was okay. Just winded.

Cherrie pushed past all of the people and grabbed his hand in her own, pulling him along the side and over to the wall with determined strides. Mick following behind her without any hesitation, trusting her to have his best interests at heart like she always did .

She didn’t mess around when it came to him.

"Then they can fine me . I don't care. You're worth more than money and you know that the press will only hound you and they'll have you doing media for hours to cover over for what a shit fucking box your team have given you." She ranted angrily as she jumped over the wall that lead to a parking lot that was about five minute walk away.

Mick just smiled and kissed the side of her head in adoration. “thank you. I just really want to go home and calm down." He murmured to her honestly , grateful for her stubbornness and determination to protect him all the time. Damned the consequences.

"Then we'll go home and calm down. Fuck the rest of them. Come on." Was all she muttered as she wrapped her arm around his waist, letting mick lean on her side as they walked side by side down the road to where she had parked her car.

A camera drone filming them getting further and further away from the track , still in their races suits and ignoring everybody else as they chatted casually between each other . Hand in hand.

"I can't believe this! They have left the Grand Prix! They've jumped the wall to the car park, instead of heading back to their team and garage. They're leaving together-!" The announcer exclaimed in astonishment as the whole world watched Cherrie gently push mick into her car and quickly get in herself .

The black Ferrari quickly reversing and turning around bedore speeding down to the nearest highway , before disappearing completely out of sight.

"Now that's what you call love! She got him out of there before his team could even think of calling him down! No doubt they'll be in a world of trouble for this but-" he laughed in amusement , sounding proud.

"Cherrie cares for nobody but mick! His team principals won't even get close to him if she's there! It's clear to see who's the real boss here isn't it?"

Or there was that time when mick wasn't feeling too good and was slouched down in his seat at the airport , hood over his head as he tried to drown out the loud noise coming from the rest of the drivers that would they would be sharing a plane with to attend some fancy gala by one of their sponsors.

Already dreading being in a plane with them, his head pounding and just wanting some peace and quiet so he could rest.

He looked around for his girlfriend who had taken one look at his miserable face and disappeared, spotting her jogging back her to him with piece of papers and both of their passports in her hand.

She smiled down at him gently , nodding behind her. "Come on. Let's go." She said casually as she pulled him up from his seat by the sleeve of his hoodie.

Mick glancing down at her in confusion "what? The planes not here yet." He told her with a frown.

Lando and Charles glanced over at them once they noticed Cherrie trying to drag him away.

"Where are you going?" Lando questioned them in confusion. The other drivers now looking at them too.

Cherrie paid them absolutely no mind , keeping her gaze on her flushed boyfriend who clearly wasn't well.

"I've got us a private plane. It's ready now. Come on." She simply told him as though it was no big deal.

Mick looked at her in disbelief , heart warming . "You got us a private plane? To the event?"

She looked at him with a small smile "no. To home. We're not going to some pretentious gala . We're going home and you're going to bed to rest. I've texted my mum to drop off some soup for you when we get there as well." She informed him softly , wrapping her arm around his waist and pulling him along with her casually.

Mick looked at her with love in his eyes, heart squeezing in his chest from how thoughtful she was to him without even making a big deal out of it. And without him even saying a thing.

Charles looked between the two of them in disbelief "I thought we were all travelling together? You've got a private plane just for the two of you ?!" He exclaimed in shock at how they were just ditching them there without any hesitation.

Cherrie just glanced at them briefly , unbothered.

"Yes. Enjoy your noisy flight. We'll be in the jet with plenty of leg room and champagne! See you guys!" She chirped at them with a smug smirk before turning back around and heading on their way.

Mick grinning to himself as he sheepishly waved at the read of the shocked drivers , jogging to keep up with her long strides as they headed over to the private part of the airport where a small, sleek plane was waiting for them.

"I love you so much." He whispered to her honestly , unable to believe that it was possible to love someone as much as he did her.

She was his life, his soul and his heart .

And he didn't know what he would do without her. She was his person. His best friend. She always had been and always would be.

She may have been a cocky little asshole but she was his cocky little asshole.

It was the only time that she ever let her guard down and showed how truly soft and caring she could be, but only for him. It was all the little things that she did for him that showed everyone else how much she loved him.

Like the way she was about to pass mick to head to her own media duties , stopping to wish him luck for his press conference with Lewis and Charles.

She leaned into his side for a brief hug ,waving off her assistant who was trying to get her to hurry up. She just told her to give her a minute as she spoke to mick.

"You okay?" She murmured to him, leaning up to give him a quick kiss. Squeezing his waist affectionately .

Mick hummed a little , sniffling from the cold as he gave her red cheeks a kiss. Nudging her nose with his own fondly .

"Yeah. Just want to get this over with . I didn't get to eat anything yet- I'm really hungry." He grumbled to her . Upset that he hasn't had the chance to even have any breakfast before he was dragged away.

Cherrie frowned at him "thats not good. We'll go out for dinner tonight yeah? Order the whole menu." She mumbled to him , yawning from how tired she was. The both of them not morning people at all.

Mick smiled at her and gave her another quick kiss before he was pulled away, waving to her .

"Sounds good! Love you!" He called over his shoulder to her loudly .

She gave him a wink "love you too! Have fun!" She sarcastically added , laughing when he pulled a face. Both of them hating media just as much as anybody else .

It was almost halfway through the conference when there was some rustling and loud muttering from

Behind them, the interviewer pausing mid question as they all looked over to the commotion at the door.

And mick could only sink into his seat with a flustered grin as his girlfriend confidently pushed past security , rolling her eyes at them when they tried to stop her from going up on the stage.

She just gave them a look before waving over at mick happily. Nodding respectfully to Charles and Lewis who were chuckling at her sudden appearance in amusement , not all all surprised with her crashing the conference.

"Oh my god. What are you doing?" Mick flushed, giggling a little in embarrassment as she casually walked over to the table with a brown paper bag in her hand.

She leant down and gave him a quick kiss "I got you a sandwich and a cupcake from the bakery around the corner ." She told him simply as she handed him the food she had rushed off to get him after he had told her that he was hungry.

Mick's face softened at her kindness , smiling at the way she was pretending to be casual and unbothered by the glances she was getting as she also handed him a hot chocolate to drink too.

He looked up at her in amazement , fondness coating his voice as he mumbled . "Thank you baby. You didn't have too."

She just shrugged and waved his thanks away like she always did . "course I did. You get pissy when you're hungry and there's only enough room for one mean little bitch in this relationship and it's me." She simply replied. Ruffling his hair before stepping away from The table , ready to leave as quick as she had came.

Having put off her own media duties to drive to the nearest cafe, she ignored the way her assistant was glaring at her. Not caring that she was going to be in trouble again .

Mick came first , always.

He quickly reached out with his hand to stop her from going , smiling at her gently . "One second.." he muttered to her before reaching into the bag and seeing two cupcakes .

He pulled out the chocolate one and handed it to her , raising his eyebrow at her sternly when she refused to take it.

"I got it for you." She muttered with a frown .

He just smiled and placed it into her hand "I only need one baby. I'm not the only one who's an asshole when they’re hungry. Eat it and I'll see you later okay?" He murmured to her quietly but the microphone on the table still picked up his affectionate words.

Cheeks flushing red when he heard Lewis 'aww.' At them fondly.

Cherrie just sighed and took the cupcake reluctantly, rolling her eyes at him playfully . Leaning down to give him one last kiss before pulling away.

"Love you. I'll see you at home?" She said as she jumped down from stage.

Mick didn't take his eyes off her , taking a sip from the hot chocolate to cover up his lovesick smile.

"Definitely. I'll call you when I'm done!" He told her , getting a thumbs up in response before she disappeared back around the corner as though she had never even arrived in the first place .

He sighed happily , only to pause in his place when he turned his head and noticed the amused looks he was getting from both the press and the drivers.

"You two are made for each other." Lewis said with a grin , laughing at the way mick flushed red and could hardly meet their eyes.

Charles nodded along in agreement , chuckling. "I think you're the only that she smiles at. If I told her I was hungry she would just pull a face and tell me to eat something then!" He said amused.

Mick thought back to the way Cherrie had given him her coat that morning when he said he was cold , having forgotten his own at home.

She didn't even hesitate to give him hers. Telling him that she ran hot anyways when he hesitated to take it from her.

Clearly lying because this was the same woman who had bought five blankets for their bed and tucked her hands under his shirt just to warm up her freezing cold hands during the night.

She simply did it Because she loved him. The hot headed , self proclaimed ice queen , uncaring and bitchy woman, loved him and would do anything for him.

And mick would do the same. Because she was it for him.

So he smiled bashfully down at his fingers and laughed shyly , biting down on his lip to control his lovesick grin.

"She's the love of my life. I'm gonna marry her someday." He admitted to them quietly , cheeks red at the awwwing he heard from around the room.

Lewis just laughed, not surprised at all.

"Not if she beats you to it first. She's definitely the type to propose before you do." He mused.

Charles agreed "yeah mate. We all know who wears the pants in your relationship." He chuckled , grinning at him.

Mick just shrugged, unashamed by the fact that she was the starring role in his life.

She took the lead and mick would follow her wherever she took him without any hesitation. Because he loved her, as simple as that.

"She looks great in my pants anyway." He smirked a little , laughing beneath his breath.

Feeling a little smug as he felt the ring box in the pocket of his hoodie just waiting to be opened tonight.

He couldn't beat Cherrie in a lot of things, but he would just this one time. It was a special occasion after all.

And even when he didn't win the race he was still winning when she ran over to him each time with a pretty little smile on her beautiful face.

He won everyday when he woke up in her arms each morning.

He won by the way that every man wanted her but she went home with him without any hesitation, he was the only one she whispered ‘i love you’ to in the darkness of the night.

She was the one. A little crazy and a little bit unhinged, but the one for him nonetheless.

And what was better than having a girlfriend that could fight too ? Mick would never have to even clench a fist because she would go swinging for him.

It was nice how wanted she made him feel .

She made him happy , she made him feel safe . She made him feel like superman. Like he could do anything he wanted as long as she was there by his side.

She was it for him. It was a rare kind of love, the kind that barely made any sense to someone who didn’t know the them well. But he didn’t care.

Because their love was real. Theirs was chaotic and messy. It was fun and safe. Loud and proud.

Their love was unfading and true. That was all that mattered to them.

Fuck everybody else. They had each other. That’s all they needed.

[alwaysteveswife]

Fate Or Chance | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

Summary: Read the summary here, it's much more complete, but, in a nutshell, it's about Steve and you meeting for the first time in a movie theater on Valentine's Day 💕.

Warnings: Fluff, Model! Steve, Designer! Reader.

Words: 1.9k

You brought your hands to your lips, sighing over them to warm them. People walked briskly by your sides, some even bumping into your shoulder, apologizing in hushed tones. Signs with red and pink hearts filled every place, from food businesses to clothing and lingerie stores.

And in the midst of that was you, with your downcast countenance, watching some men enter the stores with a smile of excitement, and women, with flushed cheeks as they left a clothing or chocolate store. You couldn't lie, you felt a little envious, but what could you do besides watching those people being happy with their partners?

Your cell phone rang, making you come out of your little cloud of depression and singleness. The number was Alex's, your best friend. You answered almost the second after she dialed.

"Did you get to the movies yet?" Alex said on the other end of the phone.

"I'm close" you smiled, stopping your step as you saw the large Cinemark sign. You were happy to at least be able to enjoy a horror movie with your best friend, "Why do you ask? are you going to be late?"

Alex sighed heavily, something that made your stomach clench and your nerves make you nauseous. You knew that sigh so well.

"No, not exactly," a noise in the background along with a man's laughter only confirmed your suspicions, "Eddie came as a surprise, you know, for Valentine's Day."

"Oh" you said quietly, your smile fading almost as quickly as it had appeared. Alex and Eddie had been dating for about 10 years, lived through a lot together and always leaned on each other. You admired them, too much. Neither had much time for the other, Alex was a surgeon and Eddie had a band that became incredibly famous in the late 80s.

You didn't want to spend Valentine's Day alone, but you also didn't plan to put your happiness above your best friend's, so, taking a big breath of fresh air, you responded.

"I'm glad he was able to come see you today" you tried to sound as cheerful as possible, because you were actually very happy for them. "You should stay with him, you haven't seen each other for a long time."

Alex blew out the air she had built up. You couldn't help but smile at that, she really was a great friend.

"Thanks for understanding, Y/N, I promise I'll make it up to you."

"There's nothing to make up for, I love seeing you happy, you're like, I don't know, my favorite couple in the world" you let out a laugh as you heard Eddie shout that you were his second favorite girl in the world, "I gotta go, the show starts in a few minutes."

"Enjoy the movie for me, okay?"

"I will, don't worry" you kept up your pace, walking into the movie theater a little more down than before, but not taking the smile off your face, "Bye."

Steve turned off the alarm clock beside him, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. He glued his gaze to the spotless ceiling of the hotel room he was staying in for the weekend.

"You awake already?" muttered Eddie, standing in front of a full-length mirror, his hands working deftly through his hair. He was seeing Alex again today after an entire season out of the country.

"Yeah, I see you too" he sat up in bed, his eyelashes fluttering over his cheeks a little too slowly. Eddie couldn't help but smile mischievously at the sight of him.

"What? you have no one to spend this wonderful day with?" as he teased Steve, he picked up his perfume and poured it on too much. Steve wasn't happy about it, that one in particular was too expensive for him to wear like that.

"Shut the fuck up" he stood up at last, stretching his arms above his head. He hid his feet in his soft cotton slippers, walking lazily to the dining room.

Hundreds of papers were lying on the kitchen counter, all with Steve as the addressee. After his last job, many well-known fashion brands wanted him for their advertising.

He ignored them all, too tired to pay attention to them. He kept walking until he reached the spacious kitchen. His stomach growled in protest.

"I left a slice of pizza from last night lying around" Eddie shouted as he ran for the front door, "I'm going to Alex's house, don't wait for me, I don't think I'll make it."

"Just beat it" he said jokingly, pulling out a bottle of milk and taking a big gulp of it. He had to take care of his physique, much to his bad luck.

The door slammed shut, leaving Steve all alone in an overly large hotel room by one person. For some reason, he felt extremely lonely.

He stood for a few seconds staring at the door, thinking about how different his morning would have been if he had someone special in his life, as well as Eddie and Alex. It hurt him to think like that, it hurt him to think that he might end up alone and with no one to love him, unable to achieve his biggest dream, to have a beautiful family to give his body and soul to.

He tried to erase those intrusive thoughts, put away the bottle of milk and headed for the bedroom. He stopped dead in his tracks when he felt a sheet of paper hit his face.

"What the...?" He brushed it off with a frown, turning to look at the sliding door to the balcony. Eddie had left it open. "Stupid wind."

He looked at the paper, noting that it was a job offer at a freelance firm. Confused, he looked through the rest of the letters, noticing that, in one of the envelopes, came a set of photos with the work they had been doing so far.

The photography was fine, the models were exotic and diverse, something that caught his attention, but, without a doubt, what completely captivated him were the designs the models were wearing. They were very visually appealing.

In less than a second he was already dressed and with his wallet in hand, ready to go somewhere with a computer available so he could do some research about the place.

He wandered around town until he found a library with computers in it. He hurried to grab one and took a seat, typing in as fast as he could the name of the company.

His research led him to a website with a nicely perfected design, the designs available were similar to the samples, but much more eye-catching. He smiled unconsciously.

When he reached the footer, a phone number accompanied by a name caught his eye. It was the name of the manager and Lead Designer, Y/N Y/L/N. He pulled the crumpled letter out of his pocket, the reverse side facing the ceiling. He took a pencil from the pen next to the computer and quickly wrote down the data. For the first time in a long time he was really excited about getting a job.

With a big smile on his face, Steve walked gleefully towards the local subway station hoping he could go visit Eddie and Alex and tell them the news. He skipped down the stairs two at a time, ignoring the leering looks some girls were throwing at him; he couldn't think of anything else but your name, after all, so far you were the Designer that best complemented his personal tastes.

He took a seat on one of the subway chairs next to a man in a suit. He looked furious. Steve almost fell out of his seat when he saw the man give him a withering look.

"Hey," he mumbled, getting up and standing in front of Steve. "You like horror movies?"

Steve blinked slowly, his lips parting slightly. What did he say?

"Ah, yeah, I guess, why the question?" He mumbled in confusion, his brow furrowing slightly as he watched the man toss his a white-colored ticket.

"Here, I'll give it to you, I don't need it anymore anyway."

Steve tried to talk to him, to ask why he was giving that to him, but as soon as he got up, the man was gone on the train that had just arrived, leaving him with confusion and a ticket to a movie he didn't even know was in release.

"Thank you" you said as you took the box of popcorn from the worker's hands and headed to the room where the show would be screened. Definitely ignorant of the red hearts that decorated it.

You handed over your ticket and nodded when you heard the instructions. Room 4, booth K12. You considered it decent, not too close, not too far. You went on your way and entered the room. Empty.

You sighed, walking down the steps and ignoring the fact that this was too ridiculous, what was so unbelievable about watching a horror movie in company? If you had a partner, you thought, you would definitely watch this with him on Valentine's Day, mainly because they were on sale.

You walked until you saw the letter K on the seat, looking carefully for the number you were entitled to. Just then, you heard heavy footsteps and a man's panting. You decided to ignore it and take a seat.

"Dude, it sure is empty in here" you heard the man say. His footsteps could be heard closer and closer.

For a single second you thought he had an attractive voice, but preferable to keep that thought to yourself, you weren't the kind of person to flatter random people who came to watch the same movie as you.

The sound of the chair next to you made you freeze in place. You turned your head so fast that your neck became sore. Your eyes widened when you saw who it was.

Steve fucking Harrington was sitting next to you in a completely empty movie theater. You felt your heart race at the thought of sharing the same air as the one you admired so much.

"Hi" he smiled awkwardly as he noticed your relentless gaze stopping on him, "what a coincidence that we happened to be together, don't you think?".

You opened your mouth. Nothing. You tried again, but could only let out a soft "yes". You were red with embarrassment, why did this have to happen to you just today?

"Uhm, well, I was just saying that because I didn't want you to think I'm a weirdo or something for sitting here when the cinema is empty, but, you know, it's forbidden to occupy any seat other than yours" from then on you stopped paying attention to what he was saying, you were too busy thinking about how good he looked and how funny it was to hear him talking so fast.

Before you could help yourself, you let out a laugh. Too loud a laugh. You covered your mouth almost instantly, opening your eyes too wide to look normal.

You both looked at each other in silence; you, trying to read Steve's expression, and he, processing what you had just done. In the end, it was Steve who broke the silence. A set of strange laughs made you feel self-conscious, was he making fun of you?

"What was that?" he said between laughs, his eyes forming little crescent moons that sparkled with intensity, "I've never heard someone laugh like that."

"God, how embarrassing" you whispered, covering your face with both hands, feeling the heat rise to your ears.

"Seriously, what do I have to do to hear it again?"

Your heart stopped for a second. You opened a space between your fingers to watch Steve's face. You swore his smile could have killed you. He was smiling so genuinely that, for a second, you forgot that you had let out a laugh so loud and embarrassing that, if there had been more people there, they would be trying to throw you out.

"I..." you gulped, drawing out all your personality for the next move. After all, it was highly unlikely you were going to find it again, "well, you'd have to do something too crazy, maybe shave your head?"

Steve laughed again, this time you joined him. You don't know how long you were like that, the stomach ache and tears were already too present, so you guessed a good while, but you didn't care.

"I'm Steve, by the way" he smiled with a chuckle, wiping the tears from his eyes.

"Y/N" you nodded in his direction, lowering your voice a little at a time as you noticed the screen begin to brighten and the lights dimmed. You turned to look at the screen with a big smile.

You were so caught up in your world that you didn't notice how, even though the show was about to start, Steve didn't take his eyes off you for quite a while, his eyes shining with excitement and his chest quivering with warmth.

Masterlist

[starsinmylatte]

Could we please get Q, S, Z for the smut headcanon game? Thank you!! -💌 (shy anon)

Of course, my darling!

Original smut headcanon post here

Other Letters I've answered here: E, M, and W

Warnings: size diff if you squint, pred/prey dynamics

Q: Quiet (Reaction to a quiet partner)

Oh, I could so see Thrawn teasing a quiet partner with things designed to draw small gasps and whimpers from their kiss-swollen lips. He would love a quiet partner just as much as a more vocal one, relishing any and all of their reactions, no matter how faint.

There are times that he does try to see how loudly he can make them call his name, though.

He feels so large, so solid and strong beneath his lover that it's practically unfair. Thrawn's thick cock stuffs them so well that it should be a sin. They bite their lip to muffle a moan as he rocks his hips slowly, but deliciously. "thrawn...." Their head lolls back in bliss as his strong hands move their hips in time with his thrusts. "What was that, darling?" He teases, voice low and husky as he repeats the motion. In no time at all, they are practically singing his name.

S: Safe Word (How often is the safe word used? Why?)

So, I do think Thrawn gets up to some kinky shit, but it is always 1000% safe, consensual, and adequately discussed beforehand. The very last thing he wants to do is actually hurt his lover or do something they wouldn't enjoy.

There would absolutely be an established safeword, but it's probably rarely used, if at all, because he's so thorough with establishing soft and hard limits.

However, if the safe word is used, everything stops immediately with absolutely no questions or protests whatsoever.

Z: Zoo (Their animalistic qualities in the bedroom)

I am incredibly excited about this one because, BOY, DO I HAVE OPINIONS ABOUT THIS.

When I say Thrawn can go feral, I mean feral. He was stranded on a planet more than once, and the first time had to hunt and literally fight nature for his own survival. At times, there's a wild, untamed man vying to break through Thrawn's collected, pristine demeanor, and that side of him longs to hunt and claim and fuck.

If you were into it, he'd get up to some true predator/prey dynamics and literally hunt you through a forest. It would be a game to see how long you can hide from him, and how your survival skills stack up against his own.

Of course, it will be the sweetest prize when Thrawn inevitably pins you against a tree. He growls, nipping the tender pulse point of your neck as he shreds your clothes. He absolutely ravishes your body, pinning you against the tree to take you once and then fucking you again on the forest floor as your hands claw for purchase against the leaves.

His voice is so thick with his native accent that at one point he fully reverts to speaking Cheunh, growling it in your ear as he wrings every drop of pleasure from your body.

[whumpsoda]

imagine malak and nevan sleep in the same bed cause adrastus and darius think it’s adorable like cats sleeping together plus nevan gets to be held by a giant teddy bear.

it’s also when their enthrallments become a bit weaker so malak, after getting comfortable with nevan, tries to mumble in response to nevan’s quiet whispers. like cousins during a sleepover if you will

WOHEO Masterlist

This was to cute… they love each other so much :3 Not my best work but I’m posting it anyways

cw: conditioned/brainwashed whumpees, nightmare, implied forced amnesia/memory loss

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“Goodnight, loves.”

Adrastus hummed quietly, planting a calming peck to each thrall’s forehead. They lifted the pile of a thick duvet up to each man’s neck, tucking both in for sleep and coating them in a simple weight of drowsy warmth.

Malak purred into the back of Nevan’s head as the vampire did so, pulling the smaller man in a tighter embrace and snuggling close.

“Love… love you, Master.” Nevan mumbled, falling deeply into his plush pillow.

Adrastus grinned, stroking down his supple cheek and stirring bliss through his mind. “Aw, I love you too, sweet.” They cooed, giving both thralls a content pat on the head, sending each deepening further into their cushions. “Me and master Darius will be right downstairs, and we’ll be in before the sun is up.” 

Nevan buzzed faintly in reply, eyelids threatening to drop. Both thralls were still trailing off from a disorienting high of euphoria, gifted from another extraordinary and mind reeling feeding. Nevan’s bite marks were still throbbing with a pleasurable pulse from underneath the skin, continuing to cloud his mind.

His ears picked up the shuffle of the vampire’s socks to the fuzzy rug as they exited the room to return to their partner. The light switch was flipped with a quick click, turning off the last lit lamp and leaving only a small night light to illuminate the room.

Nevan huffed a deep breath with a satisfied smile. He liked sleeping with Malak. Really liked it. 

The two shared a large, fluffy mattress placed right beside the frame of their masters’ bed, and Nevan relished in such delightful softness. He adored the pleasant warmth of a body holding his, listening to the faint push and pull of Malak’s breath as they both drifted to sleep, and the sweet comfort that accompanied his presence. It was almost strange.

A good strange.

Familiar strange.

Which, of course, was strange that such a situation could ever be familiar. He couldn’t recall ever having slept beside someone other than Malak. 

Darius had never gone close to doing so much as hugging him, so it was surely out of the question that he would be the source of familiarity. Adrastus wouldn’t have either. Who had done so, then, before Malak? Why was the answer sitting on the tip of his tongue, yet still too far to reach?

Malak sighed thickly, right into the back of Nevan’s head and thus his freshly washed hair, unknowingly stealing him away from confusing thoughts. “Good… good… goooddd…” he slurred, smiling as long strands of hair fell over and tickled his cheeks. “Prettyyy…” Lazily, his thick fingers twirled through soft, shiny locks.

Flushing from kind words, Nevan’s chest pooled with flattered fervor. “Your… your hair, um, is…” he struggled, mind clouding with the call of sleep. “You're pretty… Malak. So pretty.” He nuzzled his face into the fluff of a blanket, muffling his speech.

The man cradling him held an ever widening dozy grin that just beamed bigger from the returned praise. “Pretty… prettyyyy…” Malak parroted, not a single thought in his mind to even think as to what was spilling from his lips. 

Nevan was incredibly happy to hear the man speak, ears melted by his lulling voice. With the vampires leaving the two alone more and more often in favor of spending time with just one another, and without Adrastus constantly hovering, their heads were just the tiniest bit clearer. It was especially noticeable when Malak was presenting a smidge more coherently.

“Mmm… umngh… umm… tir…” Malak groaned into Nevan’s ear, lashes fluttering to the other man’s supple skin. “Tire… d…”

“Tired…?” Nevan giggled in a whisper. “Of, of course you are. It’s bed time… and Master made us all… all sleepy…” he trailed off into a wide yawn, one that strained his jaw and left him even further relaxed.

Malak eagerly copied, yawning wide and loud right into Nevan’s ear. “Sleep… sleepyyy…”

“Even… um, even if you’re so tired… you’re… you’re talking a lot… now…” Their eyes met, soft and deep, as Nevan’s voice lowered into a whisper. His lips parted, turning up into a toothy smile. “I like it.”

Beaming, Malak pulled the smaller man closer, holding him similar to how one would a body pillow. With Malak’s chin rested atop his head and arms clasped around him, Nevan was quick to lean right in. 

“I, I, I love it when you talk. Lovvvee… it.” Nevan stuttered.

“L… lovvvve…” Malak stumbled over his words, his brain blurring them together. “Nev… Nevvv… Nevan…”

Pressing his chill, slender hands to Malak’s chest, the other thrall continued melting into the plush cushioning that enveloped them “I, I love you. I love you.”

G’night, Nevan. Love you.

He yelped, squeaky and loud, twitching as a seer of hot pain beat over his mind. 

He only ever felt such a specific type of ache when his stupid head decided to be bad, and let a memory slip out of the blockade his master had so delicately placed in his mind. 

For a second Malak moved off of him, puzzled by his outburst. “Mmngh…?”

“Hurt! Hurt…!” His breath was shaky and uneven, head spinning under the nauseating pound of hurt. He gripped his head urgently, fingernails burrowing into the sides of his skull, attempting to shake the thoughts out. “Forget, forget…” He needed to forget. 

Why then? What had he done to deserve the pain that came with breaking the rules? He hadn’t meant to remember. He didn’t want to. He never did.

Forget, forget, forget.

Malak tugged him tighter again, distracting him just enough to subside the throb. Soon enough his breath evened, turning deep and full as he focused only on the heat of the other man’s fingers over his flesh. He was pushing the memory back to the depths of his mind. Right where it belonged. “‘M, ‘m okay… I’m okay. I’m okay.”

He eagerly allowed the memory to slip away, so he could be happy again. So he could be a good boy. Good boys were happy boys, weren’t they? And good boys forgot.

“Shhh… shhh…sleepyy… slee… sleep… sleepyyy…” Malak coaxed, and Nevan weakly giggled as he flopped a hand over the smaller man’s face, almost in an attempt to mimic their vampire masters’ methods of soothing the thralls. “Shhh…”

“Oh, okay, Malak. I’ll be… nice and… nice and sleepy…” Mouth widening in yet another large and pleasurable yawn, Nevan melted further into Malak, eyelids coming to a close and their master’s spell getting the better of the two. 

Good. Sleep was good. Nevan was a good boy.

…

“Mom, mommy! Momm… mommy! Momma!” 

Helpless wails erupted, striking through the bedroom filled with the silence of sleeping bodies. Malak thrashed arduously under the confines of bedding, flesh sticky with a pool of distraught sweat.  “Mommy… mom…!”

Nevan’s previously dead asleep eyes peaked open, prompted by fearful cries and movement. “Ma…lak?” 

The other man strangled a whine, crackling deep and raw in his throat. Thick tears filled his glassy eyes, pricking and threatening to spill. “Mmngh! Mom… ma…! Mommy!”

Finally perking up, the beat of Nevan’s heart picked up pace. “Are… are you… something… wrong?” He croaked, thick drool slipping off his chin, struggling with weak muscles to flip over in view of the man in distress.

“Bad… bad! Momma..!”

Adrastus groaned from up in the lavish bed, hair sprawled over the edge and rubbing across their eyes with a feeble fist. “Malak… what’s wrong…?”

He whined again, voice losing momentum as it trailed into a pathetic hiccup, his fists tightly curled around his blanket, holding it close as if for safety. “Nnngh… nnn… nnnight… bad, badd… nngh…” A bead of globby sweat trickled from his forehead, moisture sticking curls to his sickly skin. “Momma…”

“Oh… dear,” Ever so slowly the vampire pushed themself up, back slumping against their plush pillow. “Another nightmare? I thought… I thought we got you over those.” Their voice dripped with drowning exhaustion.

Malak’s lips quivered, hands gripping his arms in the attempt to embrace himself. “Bad, bad… bad…” he whimpered, strained and frail. Nevan, with dizzied and out of sorts vision, lifted an outstretched hand to brush a stray tear from Malak’s slick cheek.

From the other, out of view edge of the mattress, Darius groaned in deep irritation, and with obvious annoyance flipped a pillow over his face to shield himself from the sound of the thrall’s distress.

Adrastus sighed. “It’s alright darling, Master’s here. Everything is fine.” With heavy muscles and a lolling head they pushed themself to a sitting position, sagging against the dark, wooden headboard. “Climb onto the bed, why don’t you. C’mon, up.” They patted their lap, calling their thrall.

Nevan couldn’t help but frown when his palm slipped from Malak’s cheek as he left for his master.

It took a minute for Malak to crawl his way onto the bed with weary limbs, accompanied by little whimpers and sniffles, but he managed. Huddling into a heap over their blanket coated legs, Adrastus sleepily sifted through his curls, whispering sweet nothings like they always did.

Nevan understood why Malak needed his master. Why he required a comfort that Nevan couldn’t give, one that would swiftly quiet his mind and allow him to be good again. He knew he wasn’t as significant. 

How could he ever be?

Though, he couldn’t ignore the fact he already missed the heat of Malak’s warm body holding his, and the audible drum of his beating heart heard through his chest.

He brushed his palm over the tussled spot beside him, soaking in the last bit of warmth left behind to soon turn cold once again. The thought hurt, tensing in his belly and the back of his fizzy brain. Nevan scrunched his face, burying it back into the pillow behind him. 

Wrapping his arms around himself, fingers gripped however far they would go, he imitated the embrace Malak had given him moments prior.

Good enough.

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