#sorry this is a bit of a belated reply

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

Ok I have a question… has Alex ever spoken about being on drugs during eycte because that seems to be everyone’s explanation for his more animated performances (and gay behaviour lol) but I’m like did they just make that up? Because his behaviour doesn’t really read that way to me, not trying to say he’s Never Done Drugs obviously but his singing and guitar playing just seem too good for him to have been fucked up the whole time you know?

i know that in interviews etc alex (and the other monkeys) has offhandedly referred to alcohol and smoking stuff, but to my knowledge he’s never said anything more specific than that - and certainly nothing about the eycte tour in particular. i totally agree with you that what a lot of people often attribute to substance use during that time seems… idk. not really about that at all.

like i’m not going to say he wasn’t using stuff, because honestly i don’t know - but i feel like his behaviour at that time was much more about him getting to be free and silly and mess around in a way he hadn’t really let himself do publicly before, because he had this safety net of him-and-miles rather than having to shoulder all the responsibility himself. we also know how much alex will play up to whatever role he’s chosen for himself in a particular era, and i think in this one he played up to that sense of being a spaced out rockstar much more than he actually was one, if that makes sense? like okay, i’m sure there was some degree of overlap - but i feel like the over exaggerated antics we saw onstage and in interviews were much more of a deliberate act than people often seem to think. because you’re so right - if he was really as out of it as people seem to suggest, then there’s no way he’d have been able to play or sing with so much precision. i also think he had a lot of fun with it (something noticeable in interviews), and how it gave him an out from answering repetitive or invasive questions he didn’t want to answer.

also all the stuff with him and miles being totally dorky and in their own little world onstage? like the silly face offs and the bird mating dances? i know some people put that down to them being off their faces, to me that just feels like them being *them* far more openly than they’ve ever been before rather than them being high or drunk or whatever. like yes, maybe they were sometimes those things too (in fact i’d say it’s likely they were). but i don’t think substances were responsible for the way they behaved or interacted with each other at all during that tour. i think that was all them lol.

those are my thoughts on the matter, but i’m fully aware that they’re just an opinion and that other people might have a different view about this!

[kolbietheaggrievedwriter]

are you allowed to invite someone outside of the academy as your escort or partner to the spring event? also, would you be expected to find an escort/partner? what if a guy brings another guy as theit escort, or vice versa with the ladies as well?

this is so fun omg

Only couples who are already engaged or courting can attend together. The families in charge of throwing the ball rotate year by year between the greater nobles. They're the ones who send out invites. You'd have to ask them to invite someone, and they'll send it for you. (Well, whether they do or not depends on your relationship with them + what you can exchange for the favor.)

You wouldn't be expected to escort anyone. You'd probably attend with your family and then spend a good amount of time mingling with the other nobles debuting. People would only begin to talk if you hadn't settled on a regular partner by the time you graduate.

You can invite someone without escorting them, but word would get out. It would be an announcement of your intentions to pursue that person. It's not a choice you make lightly. Imagine if they rejected the invite? Or attended only to court someone else? 😳 Usually you hammer those things out beforehand or try to woo them while there.

On the other hand, if single, you can invite people to almost any other ball without quite so many connotations, especially your own or that of your close friends'.

As for gender, same sex couples aren't necessarily a problem, but those inheriting must produce an heir. Neither surrogacy nor something like invitro feritlization are an option, so they must also marry someone capable of giving birth for them, thereby tying them to the family. In Wresthaven, titles are inherited by birth order - i.e. the eldest inherits rehardless of gender - but the issue of children is non-negotiable (esp. for the royal family.) To avoid the hassle, people interested in relationships where neither can give birth either give up on inheriting or stick with a partner capable of giving them children. Marriage is essentially a business contract which ties two families together and ensures mutual benefits. Your spouse and their family might not be cool with splitting assets with another spouse and their family. It's all very complicated!

All that is to say, you could escort anyone of any gender - you just have to be prepared for all it entails.

[kisses4reid]

missed it pt.2 | ·˚ ༘ spencer reid ,,

summary - penelope brings a belated cake for you that leaves everyone guilty. what better way to say sorry then a belated party as well?

genre - spencer x bau!fem!reader, barely angst, fluff, forgotten birthdays and sorry’s

warnings - mentions of forgotten birthdays, being sad, crying, umm cake??? y’all not rocking w cake??? y/n uses she/her pronouns

w/c - 1.2k+

a/n - thank you for the request anon! the idea is perfect and so r u for requesting it, i rock w you

request - I was wondering if you were up for a part 2 of missed it???, maybe where someone on the team suddenly remembered that it was readers birthday, and tells the rest of the team about it ( maybe in the elevator, when they’re all heading home & reader left early or smth ). And Spencer’s like yea I went to see them yesterday & they were pretty messed up about it, and they all start to feel really bad, so they come up with a plan to set up reader a berlated surprise b-day party at rossi’s or smth, and reader cries because she’s never felt so loved and appreciated before!!

Penelope scurried into the office with a leather red bag on her elbow and a large container that covered the lower part of her face. She peered over the plastic and scanned for the one person she was looking for, but instead she was met with a muscular man trying to suss out the tuperware that smelt amazingly sweet. "Hey babygirl," Morgan greeted with a smile, "You baked me a treat?"

Garcia walked further into the bullpen with Derek close behind her, "It's not for you, chocolate thunder. It's for Y/n." She replied matter-of-factly.

She placed her bag and the cake container on your empty desk and furrowed her eyebrows in the search for your presense which seemed to be absent.

JJ and Emily walked by with their cups of coffee in hand, joining Derek's confusion. Emily spoke up, "Why would Y/n need a cake?"

Spencer glanced then. He felt an unfamiliar rush of anger push him out of his chair. He bit the inside of his lip.

Last night, you had poured your heart out to him on the reasons you didn't tell others about your birthday, about much even. Would it be betrayal to expose you? Would it be kind? Spencer pondered as Penelope's mouth went agape in disgust.

She smacked each of the detectives on the arm, recieving groans and gasps from them all. "Are you kidding? It was Y/n's birthday yesterday. I was supposed to give her this yesterday but I was sick so..." Even a person like Penelope could read the subtle signs of regret on the profiler's faces. They screw their lips, glanced at each other - and Spencer - and didn't meet Garcia's eyes. Penelope sighed in anger and she started vocalising the very thoughts that were circling Spencer's mind.

"Are you guys serious? She worked 12 hours with each of you bozo's! And not one of you remembered? Not even a gift? Or a 'happy birthday Y/n'? You guys are unbelievable." She huffed and slapped her hand on the top of the cake container. "Where's Y/n?"

That's when the blonde turned to Spencer. "Uh- She went home early. She finished her paperwork pretty quickly." Emily, JJ, Morgan, and now Hotch - who had been wathcing from his office - all started packing up. Their cups of coffee were poured down the sink, and the sunshine was coming to a close. Spencer's hardened grip on his satchel was turning his knuckles white.

There they all were. Garcia's anger pouring out of her in determined and disciplining paragraphs about care and love and being a team, and Spencer's was pouring into his uneven breaths.

"I can't believe not one of you remembered. Not even Spencer! I mean-"

"I remembered."

The elevator went silent, the digital display counting down quickly. Spencer gulped and fiddled with his bag, avoiding eye contact with anyone at the memories of last night. Depressing, heart-breaking, beautiful. A lot of things happened last night. Some good, most bad.

"I went to her apartment last night with a cake. She was..." There was no lying to a team like this, "devastated."

JJ sighed, "We should do something."

Aaron nodded and brought out his phone, texting Rossi who also left early with you.

This week was full of tears and crying, snotty noses and new boxes of tissues. And today was no different. Though you promised yourself that yesterday was the last day you'd feel sorry for yourself, tears crept to your eyelashes even at the glass of the perfume Spencer had gifted you. It smelt amazing.

Your bed was a mess, your living room desolate and the kitchen long unused.

Today, you would get over it. You've gotten over it for years, why is this one any different? Is it because you thought you had found another family? Is it because Spencer proved people can care, but don't? Maybe it was because instead of wishing you happy birthday, you're father sent a photo of your sister's sports awards and asked why you didn't send her a congradulations text.

Today, you would get over it.

Today, I will get over it.

Your phone buzzed against your kitchen countertop as steam and the smell of onion and garlic filled your kitchen. You glanced, being met with a call from Derek, but being too slow to pick it up. And then suddenly there was a knock on your door.

You shut off the oven, wiped your hands on a cloth towel and tucked some loose hair behind your ears. Not only was this person interrupting a brand new recipe you had been reccomended, but also the reruns of your favourite sitcom. A sigh escaped you as you approached the door, preparing to explain that you were busy, but when you turned the doorknob you were met with deja vu.

Your team was beaming at you, all holding plates and bowls of various sweets and treats, as well as sandwiches and a large cake you assumed was decorated by Garcia.

"Happy Birthday Y/n!" They all screamed, not really in time but close enough to sound rehearsed. A smile slipped out from you as you laughed in shock. You felt your cheeks redden from the attention, feeling slightly uncomfortable and out of place, but you stepped aside to let them in anyways.

They hugged you, quietly and whole-heartedly apologised, and started setting up the surprise birthday lunch with Morgan's playlist filling the apartment. As Rossi passed he whispered, "Did you try that recipe I told you to try, the one I said at your belated dinner?"

Rossi was the only other person other than Penelope and Spencer to know your birthday. In fact, you two had the dinner planned for a week beforehand. You nodded with a smile and he joined the rest.

Spencer stood at the now closed door with a smile. He fiddled with the bottom of his sweater as he waited for you to turn to him, and when you did his hand latched onto yours discreetly. Your eye widdened slightly, gaze meeting his when he bent down slightly to whisper to you. "I wasn't sure if you would appreciate them showing up here but..." He smiled softly, "I think you deserve at least one good birthday."

Tears nearly brimmed your eyes before you heard your friends howl in laughter in the background, "Thank you, Spencer." A tear escaped you and he wrapped his arms around you. He was warm and his hold was tight with care, it made your heart stutter more than it already was. "Sorry," you giggled nervously and wiped your eyes. He gazed down at you and looked at you with confusion. "Why are you sorry?" "I'm crying at a party- A party for me." You said the last word like the scenario was a dream or seemingly impossible and it made Spencer's heart hurt. "That's okay, Y/n. As long as it's happy crying." He held your shoulders and rubbed his thumbs in comforting circles. "Yeah- Yes. I've just never felt this..."

You glanced at the crowd in your kitchen, full of people you loved and cared for. People you thought didn't care enough, but put an effort into a celebration that doubled as a massive and genuine apology for their mistakes. Nobody had ever said sorry to you for missing your birthday before.

"Loved?" Spencer's voice was soft as he finished your sentence. "Loved." You nod in agreeance, beaming at the tall boy so hard you felt like your heart was on display.

taglist (open!): @jeffswh0re @reap3erslov3 @candyd1es

[moonstruckmoony]

A Ravenclaw Lunch 🦅

Drew some of my favorite Ravenclaws on this platform. Although one isn't necessarily a Ravenclaw. (@traceyc-uk I genuinely thought he was a Ravenclaw when I first saw him lol but I saw your comment reply somewhere that your first playthrough was Ravenclaw so I think this counts… a bit? 😂)

This post is basically a peace offering (and a love letter) bcs I want to make more Ravenclaw friends 👀👉🏻👈🏻 definitely not because I'm obsessed with you guys' MCs

I swear it was supposed to be a silly doodle at first but idk how or when down the line but somehow it turned into this mega drawing. Took me weeks to finish it. I’m not happy with a few technical things especially lights and shadows… and some other things as well but I leave it be bcs I’m aware that I’m still learning 🥲 The rest I’m pretty satisfied with, I’m just happy that I got to finally finish this.

Front row (left to right):

Violet and Pearl Castellar by @vienguinn Omg HAPPY BELATED BELATED BIRTHDAY TO THESE BABIES! These 2 are some of my favorites and everytime you post I always open my phone real quick, your short comics are my comfort 🩵

Clora Clemons by @choccy-milky I cannot not draw Clora?!!?! I consider you a legend in this fandom tbh 👑 also I want to thank you bcs your fic and illustrations literally helped me go through my stressful period when I was at my lowest bcs of my new demanding job that I started half a year ago. I look forward to your post everytime and your Clora and Seb always heals my soul 😭🩵💚

Sally Salamander by @siboom777 Sally is just so wacky and unapologetically herself and I love her for it 🩵 Does she take commissions for toys tho?

Marvin Jerry by @runicxraven MY LOVELY SILLY ADORABLE LITTLE NERD 💗💗💗💗 I need more Marvin in my life honestly.

@najiang ‘s MC - I’m so so sorry I didn’t draw her full face😭, I tried my best to show her face as much as I can while still looking like she’s taking those sausages haha. But anyway please know that I love your art so so much and I kept going back to the curry one and the one where MC came across Amit with beard as adults (that one is hilarious). Idk if your MC has a name or you left it nameless? I assume it was the latter but if she has one I’d love to know!

Faustine Daemon by @faustinio27 Hey, a fellow INFJ! Winter is the same 🩵 I really love her story and especially her personality character sheet, you drew her expressions really well and I’m a fan!

Back row (left to right):

Oliver Lennox by @pixie-dustss Handsome boi 🥰 We’re friends already (I hope I’m not the only one who thinks that way 🫢) from TikTok and you made me a video for Secret Santa last year and I just found out recently that you’re on Tumblr too so I want to say thanks by drawing Oliver! 🩵🩵🩵

Aurélie Collins by @morelikeravenbore I loove this look for Aura, she just looks so chic with the hat and scarf 😭🩵 Sassy Ravenclaw bebe 🥰 My Winter has some French heritage (the lore is still rotting in my notebook bcs I haven’t had the chance to draw her family members 🥲) so I do hope they can be friends and Aura would teach her French bcs she can’t speak much of it 👉🏻👈🏻

Alistair Dusk by @speedysart Surprise! You commented on my last speedpaint on Tiktok yesterday and I want to spill this art so bad but I was almost done so I kept my mouth shut haha. I love the pretty boi’s hair and piercings, and the fact that you chose this blazer for him, I just love it he looks so dapper in that 😣🩵

Eleonora Russel by @zordanna I love sweet Eleonora and her fascination with the moon and stars 🩵🌌 Oh and I kept coming back to your “I feel like an orange” Tiktok bcs it’s so fluffy and it heals my stress… also I adore your art it’s super soft and painty and delicate 🥹💗

@traceyc-uk ‘s MC - YOUR MC. I SWEAR TO MERLIN HE’S ON MY MIND 24/7 LATELY. Not sure why, it’s probably bcs I kept re-reading your comics. Also bcs he’s an adorable little golden retriever (but also a fierce cat!😼) You’re super talented in drawing comics and facial expressions, I have a lot to learn especially in terms of layouting… last time I made a comic I hated the layout and the fact that it looks stiff to me, so your comics has been such an inspiration!

[ask-pokecats]

Oh yeah, I have one. But unfortunately it's not here with me, because I need to have a fun time with Bella... But.. I'll show ya something. Hang on.

Juliana uses her Rotom Phone and shows a photo of her and her Wo-Chien near Grasswither Shrine.

There you go. I love doing selfies to Pokémon I have caught. I also caught the rest of the so-called "Treasures of Ruin". Chien-Pao is a huge trouble because it has...more different appearance from before. I don't think you're ready to meet it...

Juliana puts her Rotom Phone away. She returns to the stand with Bella.

Oh, right, do you want to order our sandwiches?

[ Continues here ]

[ Juliana's sprite source and credit. ]

(@ask-pokecats) Juliana was a bit shocked when she overheard Bella and Wo's conversation. She suddenly makes a nervous smile.

"I-I'm okay, thanks... So, you've mentioned that you do not like Pokémon to be carried in Poké Balls. Honestly, you're right, Pokémon need more freedom in their lives...

Anyways, hello, I'm Juliana. Nice to meecha, Wo-Chien... Honestly, I need to know you more because...you look really unique compare to mine."

She calms down and smiles for real.

Wo looks at what is on the table for a few seconds before speaking.

Wo: "It is nice to meet you too. On the topic of pokeballs, I...am not opposed to them being used to contain Pokemon. They're used by the academy, and by human trainers who have some of the more..dangerous species in their personal teams. I do recall when a Gyarados showed up at my shrine. It did scare us a little, until a student came over and explained how the academy let him borrow it...and how it was too difficult for them to try taking care of. Pokeballs aren't bad, but I...wouldn't like to be in one myself. I prefer to be able to roam Paldea without strife."

Wo: "Did you say that you had managed to obtain another variant of myself? If so...could I get to see them? I do know of others like oneself, but getting to meet them is a very rare occurrence."

--

@ask-pokecats

[everettswritings]

Hihii. I've been reading your fics for a bit now and wanted to know if I could request lee!Dark Cacao and a ler of your chosing? Sorry, this is my first time sending anyone an ask in a hot minute.

Oof… This request was quite a while ago. Ouch. Sorry! I didn’t really have an idea of what to do until now. Hope you enjoy this super belated fic! (Kink/NSFW accounts DNI!)

Dark Cacao Cookie stood on the balcony, overlooking the kingdom and endless fields of snow. He breathed a sigh of relief, glad to see that his cookies and his kingdom safe and sound. A little smile crept onto his face, a smile that didn’t go unnoticed.

“You aren’t known for smiling, master!” The White Dragon purred, resting their head on his shoulder. Dark Cacao Cookie rolled his eyes, but didn’t say anything.

“Such is true.” The Black Dragon agreed, resting their head on his other shoulder, “It’s almost an adorable sight, is it not?” They cackled teasingly. The White Dragon nodded “Oh, I could certainly get used to it! One of life’s greatest pleasures is smiling.” They said, “I’d say it’s laughter, but I feel they go hand in hand.” The Black Dragon replied. Dark Cacao Cookie felt a little pang of worry as they spoke, automatically knowing they were plotting something. He was a father, for goodness sake! No one ever talks of such things without having an idea in mind. He was guilty of it a time or two.

“Hush, you two.” He shot them both glares “Whatever it is you’re planning, I want no part in it.” He scolded. Both dragons looked at each other, exchanging impish smiles of gleaming sharp teeth, “We aren’t planning anything, master! Can’t we simply chat?” Cooed the White Dragon as they nuzzled against his neck like an affectionate cat. The Black Dragon joined them, nuzzling and flicking their tail against their master’s side. “Y-You know that-! Kh!” Dark Cacao Cookie struggled to complete his sentence, feeling a flurry of giggles build up in his chest.

He was trying his hardest not to erupt into laughter, knowing that the dragons would happily take advantage of the fact that he’s ticklish, but it was a battle for sure.

The White Dragon was struck with an idea, one that would surely get their master to crack! They wrapped their long, snakelike body around his neck loosely- like a scarf- and gently rubbed their scales over every inch of exposed dough. To add insult to injury, they lifted their head and their forked tongue flicked around in his ear! Oh, the poor old man couldn’t handle it anymore! “Ah! Ahahahaha! Hahaha!” He broke out into laughter, his knees buckled and he had to lean on the railing of the balcony for support.

“Knew it!” The Black Dragon called, moving their head down to nip at his belly. “Oho! Ohahahaha! Haha! Enough!” Dark Cacao Cookie snorted, his laughter was a boisterous and loud sound- as if it had been waiting for years to properly come out. He slid down to the tiled floor, struggling to pry the dragons away. “Oh my, master! Just how ticklish can you be?” The White Dragon cooed, hissing into his ear once more and making him squee like a little girl. “Eeeh! Hehehehe! Hahaha! Hahahaha!” He couldn’t say anything or fight against it, all he could do was take the torment like a man.

Wasn’t that the same sentiment he used to echo to his son? Oh, this is almost like karma for all the times he tickled that poor boy to near-death!

The Black Dragon tugged at the fabric of Dark Cacao Cookie’s hanbok, creating an opening and slithering inside. His dough underneath his clothing was warm, and just ripe for the tickling! They blew on the exposed dough and flickered their tongue in all the little crevices they could reach- between each ab, in the bellybutton, and even between each rib. Dark Cacao Cookie started laughing even harder “HAHAHAHA! ENOUGH OF THAT! OHOHO! HAHAHAHA! AHAHAHA! GET OUT!” He begged, squirming and trying to curl into a ball. He could feel the dragon’s smile as they continued the torment.

The White Dragon slithered and coiled around, making sure not to coil too tightly, their smooth scales tickling worse than a feather boa! The king snorted again and again, beginning to run out of breath from laughing so much. He squeezed his eyes shut and his face grew flushed. Oh, he could barely handle this anymore!

“Do you think he’s had enough?” The Black Dragon asked, poking their head out from beneath his hanbok. The White Dragon hummed, then hissed into his ear once more, “Now he has! Who would have figured our master is this ticklish?” They both finally released the king. He took deep, hungry breaths.

“Stupid lizards.” He murmured, struggling to gain his footing once more. “‘Tickle me more’? Is that what I heard?” The Black Dragon asked. The king’s magenta eyes widened “No! Don’t you dare!”. All of the sudden, he had the strength to stand up and dart back inside. Both dragons laughed, knowing they’d have to utilize this more.

the end

Ughhh… I don’t have much notes or anything, honestly. I’m really sorry for all the requests that’re gathering dust, I wish I could just get it all done in a snap and not keep you all waiting for so long. Have a good one 🫶

[sugarushwriting]

lucky charm

reader x lee minho x mma fighter lee minho

happy (belated) birthday to my man, lee minho (lee know) from skz. wrote this on his birthday 💙

adult content featured, read at your own discretion

master list found here

watching him was an adrenaline boost you didn’t know you needed. one you couldn’t give yourself. the way he ducked hits easily. the way he threw a punch so quick the opponent couldn’t block it in time. the way he was so light on his feet as if he was a professional dancer in his past life.

his opponents covered in their own blood, sometimes a broken nose, or black eye. barely a scratch on himself though.

his opponents opting to go shirtless as he chose to wear tight fitting shirts with shorts or sweats.

you never knew why, always wondered what he has to hide underneath.

ding ding the bell ring ending the fight. the referee held lee minho’s hand in the air, declaring him the winner against the opponent.

“leebit is our winner!” the referee used minho’s underground name, which also never made sense to you.

no one here ever used their government names to protect themselves against cops and their opponents.

you only found out minho’s name by a bit a snooping. and finding his name was total accident.

the crowd began chanting ‘leebit’ in celebration, noting all the fan-girls here for him. with the amount of gorgeous women that had their eye on him, why would he notice you?

you were as innocent as they came (on the surface at least), 97% introverted, 3% extroverted around the right people. you preferred to be by yourself, but that didn’t mean you didn’t get lonely at times.

you had a good amount of close friends, however you really craved companionship. your last relationship didn’t end well, mainly due to your ex keeping things vanilla in the bedroom and cheating on you.

as people around you began to exit, you decided to leave within the crowd. however, the universe had other plans, as you didn’t notice the small bag you had brought with you was open.

as you stood, a few things fell out. looking up at the ceiling in defeat with a sigh, you crouched down to start picking up the things: lipgloss, tampon, compact mirror, and—

“i think you dropped this.” a deep chuckle came out from the man now standing in front of you.

he held out the few condoms you had that began to collect dust. “oh, um, thanks.” you replied shyly, your face feeling hot from embarrassment.

you quickly grabbed the condoms, stuffing them back in your bag. looking back up at the guy who helped you out, you realized he was someone always with minho.

“you hang around leebit a lot, don’t you?” you asked. you had to remember to use his fighters name, not his actual name.

the guy laughed. “maybe. you a fangirl of his?”

you shrugged. “maybe.” you answered with crossed arms.

“sorry if that came off rude,” the boy quickly apologized, “it’s just,” he began to explain with a tilted head, “you don’t look like you’d be a fangirl of a mma fighter.” he raised his eyebrow.

“and you don’t look like someone who would befriend a mma fighter.” you said back.

“well we were just roommates first then became good friends. but, touché—,” he trailed off not knowing your name.

you introduced yourself with handing your hand out for a handshake like some lame person. you internally cursed at yourself.

“nice to meet you, i’m han jisung.”

“nice to meet you, jisung.” you took your hand away, suddenly feeling shy.

it was probably because more than half of the audience have left. looking around the small room, you soon noticed minho coming out from the door across the room, him still dressed in his earlier clothing and hair sweaty.

“i should get going.” you said and pointed towards the exit, but jisung stopped you.

“but i thought you were a fangirl? i could help you get an autograph.” he smiled teasingly.

“another fangirl, jisung?” minho said as he came up behind you. you didn’t realize he was a fast and quiet walker as he startled you.

you quickly turned around, moving to stand next to jisung so you could look into minho’s eyes.

jisung introduced you to minho. “minho, she’s a fan!”

minho looked you up and down. “you sure she’s a fan? she doesn’t look like someone who’d be interested in mma fighting.” minho observed. “where’s your boyfriend? i bet he brought you here.”

“no boyfriend.” you stated. “and i am a fan.”

technically you weren’t a fan of mma, just a fan of minho.

but since you were a fan of minho that did mma, that made you a fan of the activity, right?

or did that make you a creepy, crazy, stalker?

shit.

“i should go, it’s getting late.” you looked at your phone seeing it was past midnight.

“it’s already late, let us take you home.” minho offered, jisung agreed.

“he’s right, it’s a saturday night, no telling what creepy perverts are out there.” jisung said.

“you both could be creepy perverts.”

minho and jisung laughed. “this fella,” minho began saying while tapping his friend’s chest, “couldn’t hurt a fly. me on the other hand, well, you’ve seen the damage i can do.”

that should’ve scared you but it only excited you.

the 2 boys got you to your small apartment building safely not too long later. they insisted on walking you up to your door, so for an odd reason you allowed it.

they didn’t ask to come in, but instead, bid their goodbyes and walked away.

you were left alone feeling hot and bothered by the proximity of minho. and his sweat only seemed to make him sexier.

“goodness, maybe im the nasty pervert.” you shook your not so innocent thoughts.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

the next week, your job had you overworking to meet an important deadline. you’ve had to miss 2 of minho’s matches.

you were more than excited to be home after a long day. for the past 9 work days, you’ve been needing to be at work by 9 am, not leaving until close to 8 or 9 in the evening.

you trudge back home, your muscles feeling sore from the long hours. you were too focused on taking a nice hot shower, you didn’t notice the figure standing next to your door.

“it’s dangerous not to pay attention to your surroundings, kitten.”

“goddamnit!” you screeched, startled. you nearly dropped your things, but ended up placing a hand over your heart, it racing from the surprise visitor.

the deep chuckle caused you to gain goosebumps on your arms, his smile showing his front teeth.

“minho?” you asked confused, you scrunching your eyebrows in confusion. “what are you doing here? at my apartment? at my door!” you whispered—shouted.

minho looked around. “waiting for you?”

you were taken back. more so, why was he here? “i can see that, but why?”

“are you going to invite me in? kind of rude to have your guest waiting outside.”

you sighed, but opened your front door to your small studio apartment. it wasn’t big, but it was cozy and what you needed. and it came with a laundry area so that was a big win.

you shut the door softly behind minho, taking off your shoes, leaving them by the door. minho followed suit.

“you can sit on the couch, uh, i just need to put my things away.”

“go ahead. i heard you talking to yourself, wanting to take a shower. we can talk after that.”

“i—huh?” you were more than confused now.

lee minho wanted you, to take a shower, while he waited in your living area?

“damn kitten, you must be extremely tired to the point where i have to repeat myself.” minho smirked.

your mouth fished open, but then closed. “tell me why you’re here then i will shower.”

“you’re my lucky charm, that’s why i am here.”

“huh?”

“shower. now. i will order food.” minho reached for his phone in his pocket. when he noticed you weren’t moving, he laughed with a sigh, and stood up, walking towards you.

looking into your eyes, his cologne met your nose, and you’d wish you could just burry yourself in his smell.

“get in the shower.” minho said softly. it was basically can order.

“okay.” you sighed. “just order something good please.”

you walked to your bathroom, head down. you couldn’t think about taking a shower while minho was in your apartment. nope. because if you did, your shower would last longer than it needed to be.

stripping from your clothes, you made sure to lock your bathroom door. minho heard the click from the living room, snickered at the thought of you thinking he was a pervert wanting to catch a look on you.

good thing you did lock it.

he tapped away on his phone, ordering some food you both would like. he looked around your small apartment, observing your living habits. while your living area was tidy, your bedroom behind the small partition wall had a few clothes laying around, your bed made, but not to precision.

in the shower, the hot water helped your tense muscles, and when you stepped out grabbing your towel, you finally realized you didn’t grab pajamas.

“fuck!” you groaned loudly.

“you okay in there?” you heard minho call out.

you gasped, your hand slapping over your mouth. “yeah, i’m fine!” you squeaked.

minho probably thought you had some dirty business going on behind that door. his ears turned red at the thought.

“minho, um, i forgot to grab pajamas!”

“i’ll close my eyes, you can come out!”

“can you just grab me some?” you asked. “middle drawer on the right! there should be a set easy to grab.”

minho followed your directions, grabbing a silk pajama set—next to the oversized shirt and shorts you were probably wanting.

well if you were going to have him pick, he might as well pick the one he wants to see you in, right?

“do you need undies!” minho yelled.

you slapped your face in embarrassment. “yes!” your voice cracked.

minho grabbed you a pair that was on the top. knocking softly on the bathroom door, you unlocked the door, snatched the clothes from minho’s hands, and quickly slammed and locked the bathroom door back.

you hurried and got ready, opening the door, noticing minho comfortable sitting on your couch, setting out the food.

“that was a quick delivery.”

“there’s a good place just a block away. i noticed it the last time jisung and i had walked you home.”

you nodded with a smile. awkwardly, you walked closer to him, to sit next to him on the couch.

minho noticed your stiff posture. “no need to be nervous or awkward around me.” he stated in a comforting tone. “i don’t bite.” he looked at you, then winked. “much.”

you cleared your throat, “uh, right.” you grabbed chopsticks, ready to grab a piece of chicken. “can you elaborate on what you said earlier? about me being your lucky charm?”

minho looked at you quietly and intensely as he chewed. his gaze made you squirm in your seat.

“i almost lost my past matches because you weren’t there in the audience.”

he noticed you gone? you nearly choked on your chicken. “almost?”

“oh kitten, you know i never lose my fights.” he stated with a smirk.

“so how am i your lucky charm if you didn’t lose, if i wasn’t there?” you questioned.

minho took a big bite of his rice. “because my opponents got more punches in than they should’ve.”

“did you get hurt at all?” your eyes quickly glanced over, barely seeing a scratch on his pretty face.

“not really. just a bruised stomach and ego.”

“stomach?” you gasped, looking down to his covered abdomen.

“it’s fine, no longer tender.” he patted where he had gotten hit. “the opponent got it worse, kitten.”

you took in his words, still in shock the fact he noticed you gone. noticed your presence wasn’t there. but you also tried to not read too much into it.

“not surprised, you’re pretty quick on your feet.” you complimented, taking another bite of your food.

minho stared at you as he ate. you continued to eat as well in silence until minho broke it. “don’t miss another match of mine.”

“is that a request?”

“it’s an order.”

“and what if i don’t come?” you teased.

“i’ll find you, and you’ll face the consequences.” he answered, no hint of teasing in his tone.

your body tensed—in a good way, you immediately clenching your lower half. “i can’t be that much good luck, minho. you’ve only now noticed my absence since jisung introduced me to you.”

minho stared at you once again. he wanted so badly to tell you he knew you, or knew of you before jisung introduced you. minho knew some small things about you. things he’s done without you even noticing yourself.

he’s noticed you at his matches before. he remembers the look of awe on your face when he knocked out someone. that was your first visit and impression.

the second time he noticed you because you weren’t yelling within the crowd.

the third time he remembers you giving a look of disgust to some man in the crowd who tried and failed to flirt with you.

and each time since, he’s noticed you. you just didn’t notice him noticing you.

each time since, even the first day, he’s walked behind you while you walked home after the fights. he noticed you always came alone.

he couldn’t let a pretty girl like you walk home by yourself. and he was too shy to offer himself as an escort to avoid seeming like a creepy stalker pervert.

he’s seen you on a date at a local coffee shop when he visited there with jisung. you hadn’t noticed him.

minho nearly flipped the table in anger when the guy tried to hold your hand. but he smiled when you pulled away.

he found out later that day it was your ex. because your ex talked crapped about you to one of his buddies, once you left.

minho followed him to an alley way. that’s how your ex ended up in the hospital.

you were confused that day when you received a call from the hospital.

“why are you calling me?”

“you’re still his emergency contact.”

“well i don’t want to be.”

“he’s in the hospital, you could have a little—,”

you hung up on the nurse. you were intrigued though to know why he ended up in the hospital. how he ended up there.

“i should make you beg to ask me to miss no more.”

minho looked at you like you’ve lost your damn mind. or like you forgot how many cats he had.

you chuckled at his shocked out face. “just kidding min.”

the rest of the evening you both ate, alternating between silence and small talk.

it was nearly 11 at night when you finished. “thanks for the meal, min.” you smiled warmly.

minho smiled, the tips of his ears becoming red at the nickname. “of course. can i use your bathroom before i leave?”

you nodded and he went to the bathroom. as soon as he locked the door, his phone buzzed with an incoming text.

you know it was so wrong, but you couldn’t help but snoop. you had to make sure he wasn’t playing you, right? make sure he hadn’t told more girls they were his good luck charms too. without picking up his phone, you read the text:

annoying roomie: did u tell her u like her? sick and tired of you moping around 🙄

your heart dropped. minho had a crush on someone? you sighed, this night too good to be true. you quickly decided to start cleaning up, ready for bed when out of nowhere, a big boom sounded from outside.

“what the!” you ran to your window seeing it pouring rain out of nowhere. “the forecast said nothing about rain!” you groaned.

you turned on your television to the news station, seeing it was going to storm all night and it was only going to get worse.

“bad storms?” minho asked from behind you.

you sighed and nodded. “looks like it.”

“they can never get the weather right.” minho tsked. “i didn’t bring an umbrella or anything with me.” he scratched the back of his head.

you turned to look at him behind you. if he didn’t have any type of protection from the rain, that means he could get soaked and possibly sick.

you couldn’t do that to him. could you? “um, do you wanna crash on my couch until it dies down?”

“only if you don’t mind.” he asked.

you definitely did not mind.

“it’s fine. i wouldn’t want you to get sick.” you said and walked to your extra closet to grab a blanket. “as long as you don’t do anything creepy and don’t mind my occasional snoring, we should be good.”

minho laughed. “what, expect me to do something dirty to you while you sleep?”

your thighs clenched again, and it didn’t go unnoticed by minho, but he didn’t say anything about it.

so maybe you were into that sort of thing.

“relax kitten, i will just sleep.” he said, and you visibly relaxed, but also felt some kind of disappointment?

minho got comfortable on the couch, and you turned off the light, to get into your bed. minho took a while to get comfortable though.

you laid in bed in thought. maybe you should be the one to sleep on the couch? the couch was pretty small compared to your bed. minho couldn’t sleep comfortably if he had to scrunch his body.

you sat up in bed. “minho.” you called from your room. “do you wanna sleep in my bed? i can sleep—,”

before you could even finish the sentence, minho made his short way to your bed and got in next to you. just as you were going to get up to sleep on the couch, he grabbed your wrist.

“where are you going?” he whispered.

“the couch?”

“your bed has enough room. lay down and sleep.”

another demand from minho had you following his directions.

“what would your crush think about this?” you said quietly.

minho sat up on his elbow. “what crush?”

you swallowed. “a guy like you has to have a crush on someone if you don’t have a girlfriend.” you covered up. you almost gave yourself away.

minho had a feeling you saw the text from jisung, and very much wanted to scream that you were his crush! but although minho was beyond comfortable and confident in the ring, he was a total nerd and lack confidence when it came to flirting and girls.

you were the first girl he became intrigued by since 2 years ago. he’s had his fair share of girls here and there, but it was hard for a girl to actually capture his interest.

“you’re right, i do have a crush.” he whispered. your back was facing his front. “too bad i don’t know how she feels about me.”

“min, i’m sure she has a crush back. who wouldn’t like you?” you whispered back.

“how could i get her attention?” minho asked huskily.

you smiled. “a surprise kiss may do it. just hope she doesn’t slap you.”

“is that something my crush would like or you?”

“mhm, something i would like. some girls like it, so your crush might.”

you felt a tap on your shoulder, so you rolled over to your back, obviously being surprised when you felt soft lips meet yours for a quick peck.

“please don’t slap me.” minho sighed against your lips.

“minho—,”

“if you can’t tell, you’re my crush kitten.” minho said and brought his lips to yours once more for more than a peck.

hovering over you, your back laid flat against the bed, minho using his right hand to prop himself up, and his left to cradle your cheek. minho’s lips were soft against yours, slow as he enjoyed your taste.

his left hand ghosted against your cheek, down your neck, to your shoulder, then your side, grabbing your hip. his lips left yours to trail down your neck, meeting your shoulder blade with a quick nibble before leaving a quick peck and looking into your eyes.

minho for once was so happy it was storming.

“tell me when you want me to stop.”

“what if i don’t want you to stop, min?”

minho smiled, bringing his lips back to yours, his left hand moving along to your backside, and to grip your ass, a moan coming out muffled against his lips.

both your tongues found one another, your faces smushing a bit closer at how rushed and sloppy the kiss became. you both couldn’t get enough of one another.

you wrapped your arms around minho’s neck, pulling him as close as possible, your right leg lifting up to rest against his hip and around his waist.

minho grinded his lower half against yours, your hips lifting up to meet his.

minho pulled his lips away reluctantly, but soon attached them to your neck, leaving wet, sloppy kisses.

“before we get too far kitten, i don’t have any condoms.”

“i do, but they’ve probably expired.” you bit your lip, as minho stared at you.

“are you okay with—,”

you nodded. “yes. i’m clean, i’m on birth control.”

minho nodded. “i’m clean too. and lucky for me, i have a breeding kink i’ve been waiting to try out.”

wetness pooled between your legs just like that. who knew men who had a breeding kink turned you on just as much.

minho kissed you again, wasting no time to pull down your shorts past your thighs and knees, and getting them off your legs.

he bent down on the bed, his face in front of your cunt.

“so wet for me.” he whispered and blew air against your aching lower half.

minho let his tongue lick you up, your head rolling back on the bed, your hips lifting slightly. immediately your hand went to his hair.

minho used his tongue for a few more small licks, using his fingers to open you up nice so his tongue could get every angle possible, licking you clean.

he then attached his mouth to your clit, using two of his fingers to poke at your cunt.

it’s been too long, so the sensation felt foreign, but it felt good. minho slowly entered his fingers into your hole, slowly inching them in and out, as you rode his fingers.

his lips went to your lower belly to leave kisses, as he added a third finger and used his thumb of the same hand to rub your clit in circles. his free arm lifted your leg over his shoulder, giving him better access.

soon, you felt your lower stomach beginning to feel tight. “minho, i—i think i’m gonna come soon.” you sighed out quietly.

minho noticed how quiet you were in bed. and he honestly loved that. but he also couldn’t wait to corrupt you to the point you were screaming and begging him for more (or to slow down) at the top of your lungs.

minho kept his pace of his fingers, adding his tongue with his thumb. he spat once, mixing his spit with your wetness with his three fingers and entered once again at a different angle.

“oh fuck, right there min.” you lifted your hips, your legs threatening to close. minho’s tongue and fingers soon felt so overwhelming and overstimulating to you.

you tried to push his head away, but minho instead removed his fingers, propping both of your legs over each of his shoulders as his tongue flicked ferociously against your folds.

you could help but try and squirm away from him. “minho, too much!”

with one more fast lick, minho removed his lips, kissing your lower stomach, up your clothed chest, to your neck, and eventually meeting your lips so you could taste yourself.

breaking the kiss just to take off your pajama top, you were now bare as he was still clothed in the comfortable outfit he came in.

you pouted. “this isn’t fair.”

minho chuckled. “you’ll get to ogle me kitten. patience.”

minho brought his lips back to yours for a sweet, longer kiss, his fingers tracing over your naked body leaving goosebumps in their trail.

minho lifted up, taking his shirt off, leaving his toned chest and abs to have you literally salivating at the sight.

“why do you hide this under your clothes?” you asked, using your hands to trace over his body.

“because i’m not some piece of meat for girls to stare at.” there was a hint of teasing and joking behind it, and you laughed.

“is it bad or weird i want to make out with your chest and abs?”

“not weird at all kitten. but not tonight.” minho finished undressing himself quickly, his dick already standing hard and red, leaking precome.

you licked your lips unconsciously at the sight. minho had done the same when he took in your body. you were a dream to him. a dream come true.

minho crawled back over you, kissing you once, his tip tracing your folds, teasing you. you groaned impatiently.

“you just don’t know how long i’ve waited for this kitten. tonight you get my loving, slow side. after this, you’ll only be fucked by me. understand?”

you nodded—sort of understanding what he was saying. basically, tonight he would be gentle with you. after that, you’ll be lucky to have feeling in your legs.

no prep needed, minho eased his dick into you, your back arching off the bed, your hands gripping his upper arms.

your body adjusted well to his length and girth, as he bottomed out, staying still.

you both let out a low groan and moan, whispered into each others lips.

minho had to hold himself back, all he wanted was to snap his hips back and push forward with all his might.

minho slowly pulled back, to slowly push in, setting a slow and soft rhythm, lightly having your bed rock alongside your bodies.

your legs wrapped around his waist, arms around his neck, as minho leaned down, nose buried in your neck.

as you softly moaned out, minho softly grunted, talking lowly to himself and you.

“i can’t wait until i ruin you.”

“you’ll never want to leave my side.”

“gonna ruin you for my opponents. i see the way they look at you.”

“i’ll have you begging on your knees for me to fuck that sweet face of yours.”

each sentence and statement just brought you closer to your orgasm. “yes min. all yours. you’ve already ruined me.” you moaned, kissing his lips one, your hand threading its way through the back of his head. “use me how you want.”

minho’s thrust became sloppier as he came close to his own orgasm. he sat up, still wrapping your legs around his waist, but the angle caused for deeper penetration. “fuck kitten, keep talking like that to me.”

“gonna ruin me in different positions min. doggy, on the floor, against the wall—fuck—on the kitchen counter,”

“i’ll fuck you anywhere and everywhere, kitten.” minho moaned, his thrust picking up, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit.

“fuck me to sleep and fuck me awake, min.” you sighed out in pleasure.

“fuck yes.” minho thrusted twice more before you came and he followed right after, filling you up.

you wrapped your legs around his waist with a smile. “can’t waste a drop, min.” you playfully bit your index finger.

minho laughed tiredly, his dick slowly softening inside. he tried his best not collapse on top of you, so half his body was on you the other on the bed. that was until he rolled over to his back, not removing his dick from you.

you laid halfway on him, your leg draped over his lower half as his dick rested nicely in you. “mhm, i like this.”

minho thrusted once, and you both moaned. “give me a little for round two, kitten.”

you laughed and looked up at him. “and what if i’m too tired for round two?”

minho looked at you menacingly with a big smile, “well, did you or did you not tell me to fuck you to sleep and fuck you awake?”

you giggled. “you got a point.”

“exactly. now, you will be regretting those words.”

in a flash, minho had you on top in cowgirl. “now ride til you can’t ride anymore kitten.”

[luvleyk]

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| CW: oral, fingering, her playing with icing, praising, pet names, just pure fluff... And smut hehe

| A/N: kind of late, but belated happy birthday to that person who requested this fic.. I hope you enjoy your day and indulge this fic mwamwa.. And sorry if this is kinda short🤧

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You were woken up by the rays of sunshine, hitting you through the window. You blocked it by you hand as you slowly got up from bed, stretching yourself looking around, noticing that your girlfriend wasn't there by your side.. Where is she..? You thought as you move yourself to the edge of the bed, wearing your comfy slippers.

You get up as you look through the window, feeling like everything will go out on your way. Your gut says so, of course. A hum escape from your lips as you go out to find your tall girlfriend. Catching her making breakfast for the two of you. Her back, facing you as she's focused on cooking. You, on the other, has the urge to jump behind her and hug her, so you did what your mind tells you to.

"Good morning" you hummed as you rest your chin on her back, looking up to her as she looked over her shoulder, smiling sweetly at your bubbly personality. "Good morning too, love" she replied back as she stopped from what she was doing, turning around to face you. "How's your sleep?" She asked, even tho she already knew that you had a good sleep, you snoring beside her, having a wonderful dream, that she won't even know what.

"It's good.. Like so good this time.." You said while smiling as you wrap your arms around her waist. She chuckles as she ruffles your hair..

"How so?"

"Like... It's sooo cozy last night, and we slept together.. Very comfortable" you replied, nuzzling your face on her chest.. "Maybe because it's your day, today?" She asked in a playful manner. You tilt your head up, looking at her.. "What do you mean?" She raised her eyebrow at your question. Don't tell her, that you've forgotten your special day?

"Seriously? You've forgotten it?" She asked.

Panic rushed through you. "Is it our anniversary today?! Oh no... I'm sorry I didn't— ow!" You exclaimed as she flicked you on the forehead. "What was that for?" You asked as you rub your forehead, using your fingers...

"Our anniversary was a month away..." She said, removing your hand from your forehead.. "It's your birthday, silly." She added.

"Oh—" you paused, remembering that it's your special day today. Bada sighed as she nuzzled against your head, inhaling your yesterday's scent. "You keep forgetting it..." She murmured, planting a kiss on your head, before she pulled away. "I'll buy you a cake, later... For now, have some breakfast" she added, which you nodded.

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Bada told you to stay in your shared bedroom for a bit since she has a 'surprise' that she wants to show you. You're eager to see what it is but she told. "Wait for bit, like a good girl, yeah?" You nodded as a response so now you're there, sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting.

Even tho you're growing impatient, you also don't want to upset her.

You looked at the door when you heard it open, revealing her tall figure entering, holding a strawberry cake. A sweet smile formed your lips as you watches her approaches you... "Should I sing the happy birthday song? Or just straight up letting you eat the cake and shows you my surprise?" She asked while chuckling.

"What if... The surprise, first?" You suggest and you saw a smirk curled up on her lips... "Oh you're eager" she teased as she puts the cake down on the bedside table, before sitting next to you... You noticed how close she is which made you flustered. She noticed it as she let out a low chuckle before she pulled you closer.. "The gift or surprise is... A physical gift... If you get what I mean" of course you don't know what she meant... But your mind filled with so many thoughts, you're too focused on the closed gap between the two of you..

You tensed up when you felt her leaned forward, her breath against your neck... "If you're clueless, I can demonstrate?" She whispered.

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You felt your body screaming, because of embarrassment... You're currently layed down on the bed, naked, your wrists were both tied up above your head, using a ribbon. Her sitting in front of you. The cake was all ruined.. The icing was on her left hand, gently spreading it on your body, from your nipples, your stomach, to your pussy.

She looks down at you, admiring your body like an actual masterpiece that she put a lot of effort to make.. "Oh I thank the universe that someone as beautiful as you existed.." She hummed, causing your cheeks to turned red. God why is she like this to you...? She starts to peppering you kisses on your forehead, all the way to your collarbone.

You shuddered you feel her tongue trailing up to your already hardened nipples, savoring your taste and the icing. You whined as she suck your bud before licking it, sending waves of pleasure right through your core. "B.. Bada... Touch me down there too.. Please.." You plead, which she hums in response..

"Yes, princess... Don't worry... I'm not gonna let the birthday girl to wait.." She whispered as her tongue slowly went down to your stomach, planting some lovely kisses before licking the icing away and going her way down to your thighs, leaving a few kisses while her gaze was focused on you. That lustful gaze that she had, it made you squirm so desperate for her... "Mhnn... Fuck you taste so damn good" she moaned out quietly as she continues to lap out your juices, greedily tasting it, like there's no tomorrow...

Your hand slowly grip on her hair, as if desperately pulling her closer.. "Fuck, Y/N.. My princess's so eager.." She cursed as she spreads your legs, her body shifts into a comfortable position her fingers slowly rub your entrance before pushing her two digits in.. You mind went blank, feeling lightheaded, as your left foot resting on her back, toes curling..

She began to thrust her fingers inside, as your body trembled.. "B.. Bada...!" You moaned loudly, as her chuckle sent vibration through your clit as she suck it like a lollipop.. "God... Look at you... So sensitive already.. So beautiful..." She said in a teasing manner..

Her free hand rest on your left chest, playing with your nipple, continuing her assault on your pussy. Her eyes never left your face, the way your fist covered your mouth to muffle out any gasps and moans, restraining yourself to get any louder, is fueling her desire..

Both of your hand gripping on her hair tightly, as if your life depends on it.. Her fingers went deeper inside, rubbing your gummy walls with a slight pressure.. You know you're gonna come very soon and she's not helping because of the way her tongue presses against your clit, before licking and sucking it again as her fingers thrusting inside you, in a fast pace... "I... I'm close.." You cried out. She took it as a initiative to go faster... Adding a third digit and feels you tightens around her as she continues her work on you.

You arched your back as you choked out a cry of pleasure, as your orgasm coursed through you. After a while, you started to limp as your grip on her hair, loosened. Still muffling a weak moan, feeling her finger slowly thrusting inside you and her tongue on your sensitive bud, riding out your orgasm before pulling her fingers, as her lips trails up to your stomach, peppering soft and gentle kisses to soothe you.. She slowly rest her head against it as her gaze went up too look at you, seeing you feeling light headed, breathing heavily, and looking back at her, full of affection in your eyes..

"Hmm.. Happy birthday, love"

[punksyeet]

- Lovesick ❥

Plot: When a sickness bug ruins his Valentine’s Day plans, Jimmy makes it his mission to help his lady feel special regardless.

Warning: Mature language & fluff! <3

A/N: happy belated v-day friends! please excuse how late i am to the party, as the flu has been kicking my ass for over a week now. also, don’t mind any errors or lack of attention to detail in some parts. this sickness took away any attention span i had left in me. 🥲

anywho, i hope you all enjoy this one. she’s a tiny one compared to my others, but we love her regardless! 💌

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“Well Miss Gianna,” my doctor begins, walking back into the room after leaving to run a few tests. Covid, strep, and flu to be exact. “It turns out your instincts were correct. Your flu test came back positive.”

My heart drops at those last six words.

Positive? For the flu? On Valentine’s Day?

I let out a deep sigh, running a hand through my hair.

“I know the timing isn’t ideal,” he continues, intertwining his fingers in front of him. “But please understand that your health comes first.”

I nod slightly, my eyes fluttering closed. “I understand, Doc. Would you be able to send some medication over?”

“Absolutely,” he responds. “It’ll be ready at your pharmacy as soon as tomorrow morning.”

I nod again. “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome,” he replies sweetly. “Take care, alright?”

And with that, he’s out the door.

I sit there for a minute in disbelief of my bad luck, before climbing off of the examination chair and putting my jacket back on.

When I reach my car, I immediately FaceTime Jon.

When he answers and pops up on the screen, he’s sat at a table taping something, a gorgeous smile on his face.

J: Hey, beautiful.

I smile at the compliment, pulling out of my parking spot.

G: Hi, my love. What are you up to?

J: Not much, just helping twin decorate his place for T before she gets home. Where you headed?

G: Aw, that’s sweet. She’s gonna love it. I’m headed home now.

J: Gotchu. Where you coming from?

My smile fades and I take a deep breath.

Get a grip, Gi. It’s not your fault. He’ll understand.

G: Urgent care.

He raises an eyebrow and a concerned look comes over his face.

J: Urgent care? What you was there for? Baby, you alright?

I shake my head, biting my lower lip.

G: Relax, Jon. It’s nothing too serious. I tested positive for the flu.

He just kind of sits there for a second, disbelief written all over his face.

J: You’re fuckin’ joking, right? You messin’ with me?

G: I wish. I felt like shit when I got up this morning and ran right to the doctor, knowing how much shit is going around. I called you as soon as I left.

J: Fuck, man.

He throws his head back and runs a hand over his face.

G: I know, babe. I’m sorry.

J: Nah, baby, don’t apologize. You ain’t get sick on purpose. The timing is just…

His voice trails off and I nod in agreement, resting my head back on the headrest when I reach a red light.

G: I know. That’s what I said.

He sighs and strokes his beard.

J: Aight. I guess we’re gonna have to work with what we got.

I pop my neck back, giving him a mean mug.

G: Boy, are you insane? You’re not coming anywhere near me.

J: Like hell I ain’t. Bae, you’re sick. I gotta take care of you. Do right by the woman I love.

G: Jonathan-

J: Nah, I don’t wanna hear allat. Lemme finish up here and I’ll be home in a bit, okay?

I sigh, running a hand through my curls, knowing that as hard as I try, I’m not winning this argument.

G: Okay. Fine.

J: Aight. Love you, mama. I’ll see you soon.

G: Okay. Love you too.

And with that, he hangs up.

I let out a deep sigh as the streetlight turns green, allowing me to turn onto the highway.

** Jimmy’s POV **

“Was that sis?” Josh asks, walking back to the island from the bathroom and taking a seat. “Everything good?”

I nod, licking my lower lip. “Yeah, man. She’s got the flu.”

His jaw drops in shock. “Fuck, man. You serious?”

I sigh, nodding. “Yup. She’s driving home from the doctor now.”

“Damn uce,” he replies, his attention turning to a banner. “Whatchu gonna do about tonight now?”

I shrug, shaking my head. “No idea. I had dinner reservations set and everything.”

He sucks his teeth. “I’m sorry, bro. Maybe you can rain check?”

I narrow my eyes, shaking my head. “Nah, I still gotta do right by her. I’ll come up with something.”

He nods, nudging my arm. “Whatever you need uce, I gotchu. Just let me know.”

I smile, nodding slightly. “Preciate you, man.”

Suddenly, a lightbulb goes off in my head and I turn back to my twin with a smirk.

He looks up at me and his expression immediately fades. “The hell you lookin’ at me like that for?”

“Big Jim has an ideaaa!” I sing, hopping out of my chair at the island.

Josh groans in response, placing his head in his hands. “Five words the world fears most.”

** Gianna’s POV **

“Guess he’s not home yet,” I mutter to myself, pulling up to Jon and I’s place and seeing an empty driveway.

After pulling in, I shut off my car, grab my things from the passenger side, and head up the pathway to our home.

With one swift motion, the front door flies open and so do my eyes.

There’s balloons and flowers everywhere.

Soft music echoing throughout the house.

The deep and warm scent of vanilla takes over whatever’s left of my sense of smell.

“J-Jon?” I call out, closing the door behind me and stepping further into the house.

“Welcome home m’lady,” he replies in an awful French accent, suddenly appearing in the doorway to the kitchen.

I chuckle in reaction to his goofiness and look around. “Babe, what is all this?”

He walks over and taking my stuff. “I refuse to let some stupid ass sickness ruin our night, baby. Today is all about love. Lemme show you how much I love you.”

I dramatically stick out my bottom lip as he pulls me into an embrace, rocking us back and forth and kissing my hair.

“Jon please,” I plead, stepping back. “I don’t want you to get si-“

“Shh,” he interrupts, pulling me back in. “You’re ruining the moment.”

I playfully roll my eyes and he chuckles, cupping my face and kissing me.

I wrap my arms around his waist and kiss back, my worries fading away the second we make contact.

“Cmon mama,” he orders, taking my hand and placing my stuff down on the couch. “Dinner will be ready soon.

“You go ahead,” I assure him, letting go of his hand and heading upstairs. “I’ll be right back.”

He nods and heads into the kitchen.

The dress I bought while shopping with T last week is too pretty to go to waste.

And if I can’t leave the house, it’s time to play dress up I guess.

I freshen up with a quick shower and slip into the silk, followed by a little makeup and hair action.

“Goddamn,” Jon coos when he sees me, after looking up from what looks like pasta sauce cooking on the stove. “Look at my girl.”

He lifts my hand and twirls me, a gorgeous smile on his face as he admires my body.

“This dress was originally for our date but,” I reply, soothing out the torso part. “I figured why let it go to waste when you’ve worked so hard on this too?”

He smiles and takes me into his arms, pulling me in by my waist.

“I love you so much, you know that?” he asks in between kisses to my jaw.

I giggle and lift my head, his beard tickling my skin. “I know, I know. And I love you too, baby. So much.”

I hold either side of his dreamy face and pull his lips to mine, softly smiling in the kiss.

He pulls away with a “mwuah” sound and takes my hand, leading me over to the dining table.

The rest of the night includes a candle light homemade dinner featuring our favorite wine, a steaming hot bath with rose petals, and gift giving on both sides.

Me to him, a silver chain to go with his favorite bracelet.

Him to me, a Cartier love ring that I’ve been eye-ing for months.

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The next morning, I wake up to a bright ray of sunshine peeking in through our curtains.

With a groan, I turn over and nuzzle my face into Jon’s neck.

He responds with a pair of big muscular arms wrapped around me extra tight and a kiss on my temple.

“Mmm morning,” I greet him as best I can, before placing a light kiss on his jaw.

“Mornin’ ba-“ he’s interrupted by a fit of coughs.

Flemmy, raspy coughs.

My eyes fly open and I sit up, an amused expression on my face.

He glares up at me, shaking his head. “Don’t say it.”

I pucker my lips to the side with a smirk before laying back down to whisper in his ear. “I told you so.”

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𝐩𝐚𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 for @murdrdocs ~ happy very belated birthday - sorry it took me so long, but i really hope you like it. i've never written paul before, so fingers crossed i did him justice!! contains: arranged marriage, breeding, loss of virginity, size kink, themes of corruption/slight dubious consent

from the moment you were born, you knew your destiny was to marry into house atreides. you were already betrothed to paul when you were learning to walk and talk. you were taught everything about him. you were taught how to be a good wife to him.

when your wedding night comes, you are ready. you are prepared. you are excited to fulfill the pact, to follow your path. you have never considered anything else, never wanted anything else.

you are a princess. you are an atreides. you live in castle caladan. you are paul's wife. you are his.

your mother explained how you would have to consummate your marriage. the ceremony was extravagant, and long. the whole evening, you are giddy with anticipation for what is to come.

his fingers are gentle as they undo all the bits and bobs of your wedding dress. you watch, eyes wide, as he removes his own clothes.

paul's cock is so large, and you are worried you won't be able to handle it.

first, he brings his face between your legs, which surprises you. your body twitches, unable to keep your noises quiet as he licks at you, sensations you have never experienced before, never knew were possible to feel. once you are wet, desperate enough for him, he begins to line his cock up with your entrance.

"i'll be gentle," he whispers.

you trust him. he is your husband. what reason do you have to doubt him? there is a burning sensation as he pushes inside of you, slowly, carefully. you can't help but gasp, but your body begins to get used to the stretch.

he buries himself inside of you, bringing his lips to yours. you kiss him back, clumsily. you will learn to do it better, for him. he seems a willing teacher.

when your mouths break apart, paul speaks again. "m'gonna cum," he mutters, his brows furrowed.

you know that is how you will perform one of your many duties: birthing an heir. birthing a new generation of the atreides line. you will give him a child. as many as he likes, really.

paul lets out the sweetest sounds as he cums inside of you, and you tangle your fingers in his dark curls.

he leans down to press a kiss to your belly, as if he is blessing your womb. when he looks up at you, he's grinning.

"let me finish you off, wife?" he asks.

"please," you reply, letting your legs fall open for him.

his tongue returns to that little bundle of nerves, and you can't control the excitable noises that escape you. thankfully, his bedchambers—your bedchambers—are far from prying ears.

it doesn't take him long to make you cum on his tongue.

as you drift off to sleep beside him, you feel a sense of belonging, of purpose in your gut. this is what you were born to do. it is a privilege and a pleasure to be his princess, to be his wife.

this is your destiny, and you feel as though there were far worse cards you could have been dealt. you got lucky, and you're grateful for it.

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I just reread the entirety of Four Walls and it's insane how consistent you are with the extended metaphors, themes and characters in your writing, how everything seems like a natural progression and slowly builds tension and shows us just how meaningful, layered and deep their connection is 💗

this is... god, this is so unbelievably lovely 🥺

it's actually one of my biggest fears with writing something so long - that the themes/metaphors/characterisation will become inconsistent and disjointed the further into the story i get. so to hear that it feels like it builds naturally and retains that sense of itself throughout is just... you don't even know how much that means to me 💖 truly such a huge, huge compliment - and one which is so very reassuring to hear. reading this honestly lifted my heart ✨

thank you so much for your kind words, it's an absolute dream to hear these things about my fic! you've honestly made my whole day 🥺💗

[dellalalakang]

triple n: RIP kang della

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contains: fivesome. really rough (choking, slapping, etc.), DELLA HAS AN IUD!!, della getting absolutely manhandled, her hands gets restrained for a bit, BUT THEN THERE IS A BIT OF DOM!DELLA ACTION, double penetration (as in anal), tiiiiiny bit of breeding kink, kitten as a nickname kink, daddy kink (sorry guys lol ik i said i wouldn't but i can't help it), i also said that they're never goofy during sex but we have the 02z in one session y'all— it's bound to get a little silly, LONGEST FIC I'VE WRITTEN (7.3k WORDS), longest + most detailed + most insane smut i've ever written omg i dont think i will EVER top this

happy belated anniversary my darlings 🤍 happy two years to della and her men (and alice) ✨

AND HAPPY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY TO ENHA'S (5/8) LOSS IN NNN! this chapter takes place on midnight 2022/11/11 (so i kinda thought that was today bcs dumbo self messed up the dates so i'm one day late but it's all good)

hi guys! i missed you! i will try to reply to asks soon! i'm so sorry for disappearing again, life has been rough and moving too fast 😭 DID NOT PROOFREAD BECAUSE I AM EMBARRASSED

Kang Della is going to die tonight.

While not literally, she was definitely going to be reborn as a new woman.

"Lala, stop praying. You're not actually gonna die," Sunoo said, more interested in his phone than his overreacting girlfriend. "You're gonna have so much fun, and we have the day off tomorrow. It'll be great."

"Sunoo shut up and help me pray," Della herself was already dressed, cleaned up and ready to head out.

But certainly not ready to meet the hyuppas.

"Why are we even praying when you're going to be doing something so sinful?"

There were three possible outcomes from tonight; One, the hyuppas being so annoyed that they prefer to ignore her for a bit. Though that is just her anxiety talking.

Two, they would take turns with her for four days straight. Which also means that she would have a limp and some back pain for a week or so.

Or three, they would all have their way with her, at the same time.

And the last option seems to be the most likely.

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"Oh, hi! Oppa! Really funny seeing you here but Sunghoon-oppa asked for beer, so here—" Jake immediately pulled Della into his room before she could escape from what was coming.

"You're in massive trouble, young lady," the girl would've laughed if the situation wasn't as serious. Who actually says that sentence in real life? Sim Jaeyun, apparently.

"Oh, wow! All the hyuppas are here!" Della laughed nervously. "Seems like you guys are preparing to have a celebration together! Wouldn't want boring 'ole Della making things all boring!" 

The stern look on all four men made Della withdraw into herself. She avoided eye contact by playing with her nails, mentally preparing herself for the scolding.

"Kang Della, sit down," Heeseung ordered, gesturing the couch with his eyebrows.

"Ah.. I really need to my room though, Yunji-unnie's waiting for me," Della hopes that she could somehow avoid the earful, though it is looking very improbable. "So I'm just here to hand over the beer and—" she gasped when Jay slowly took her hands and held them behind her back like a criminal.

"Do you know how hard it was to wait for you?" he said in a low tone. "The only reason why we did this stupid challenge was because of you."

Jay's deep voice caused Della's skin to erupt in goosebumps. She bit her lip as her heart started pumping faster. She tried to look into his eyes but quickly adverted her gaze when she saw how handsome he looked with his expression. She could feel herself getting wet again.

"The fucking audacity you had to lose to someone who wasn't even a part of this bullshit of a challenge," Sunghoon walked over and held her face with both hands. He noticed a familiar scent within the proximity. "You've been fucking drinking too. You did a lot with Sunoo, huh?" 

She had forgotten about the alcohol in her system, now understanding why her brain seems so hazy. She barely drank anything, but she is a major lightweight. The drink Sunoo gave her, mixed with the lack of sexual attention (and undeniably, Sunoo's seduction) must be why she lost the game so easily.

"I wasn't thinking straight. I didn't plan it or anything. Honest!" she replied with puppy eyes. While the look stirred something inside Sunghoon, it certainly wasn't sympathy. 

"Even if you didn't plan it, you still did it, didn't you?" he asked in an eerily calm voice. "You can't really take it back now, can you?" he brushed her bangs back but kept his hold firm. "Even if it was silly little foreplay."

Everything Sunghoon did just made her core uncomfortably wet. She was embarrassed to clutch her legs tighter but her mind was just occupied with how stunning he looked and how hot his words were.

"No," Della whined, shamelessly staring at his lips. "I'm sorry, oppas."

"Do you know what's gonna happen now?" Sunghoon asked, staring at her lips as well.

"Am I getting punished?" Della bit her lip at the thought.

"You're gonna deal with us four, yeah? We've been stupidly waiting for over a week," Sunghoon caressed her cheeks before forcefully making her look at the two boys on the bed. "Look at them. We all deserve to be relieved from this challenge, hm?" he whispered in her ear.

"Nghh," Della whined at the sight of Jake and Heeseung. They were sitting on the joint bed with a can of beer in their hands. They were intently staring at the three of them, anticipating their next moves and patiently waiting for their turn. They knew that hard-dom Sunghoon would be the best at disciplining Della in bed, while romantic Jay would really show her just how serious they are.

"Do you think you can do that?" Sunghoon whispered again, causing Della to gulp and nod her head. "Use your words."

"I'm gonna deal with all four of you," she said timidly. She has never handled more than two people before, and now she's jumping straight to four.

But she is excited. Extremely excited.

"Good girl," Jay kept his hold with one hand, using the other to stroke her hair. "Your safe word today is red and yellow, okay? Regardless of Korean or English."

"Okay, oppa," Della closed her eyes at the gentle kiss Jay left on her hair. Suddenly all the nerves left and she's just left with pure anticipation.

"Good girl," although the words were identical to Jay's, Sunghoon's praise sounded rougher, more possessive. "Now come here."

Sunghoon connected his lips to hers hungrily while his hands moved to grope her bare breasts under her pyjama top. 

Jay let out a small smirk, his hands busily tying her wrists with the neck tie he prepared. His recently free hands then moved to unbutton her top, helping Sunghoon get easier access.

"You're not wearing a fucking bra. Sunoo must've enjoyed these babies, huh?" Jay said against her neck as his hands replaced Sunghoon's. The latter's opted to move down and roam his hands on Della's hourglass figure.

"Did he? Answer Jay," Sunghoon mumbled on her lips before shifting his kisses to her neck.

"No, he didn't," Della whimpered at the stimulation. Her legs were now almost crossed at how eager she is for some sort of sexual activity.

"Aish, that kid," Jay cursed, pulling away from Della to grab himself a beer. "Won 3N but didn't even fully enjoy it," he then pat Heeseung's shoulder and sat down beside Jake. "Tag. You're it."

Heeseung smirked, taking a big swig of his drink before making his way to Dehoon. With some liquid courage, he knew that they would all have a long, wild night ahead of them. They all definitely need a few cans because they desperately need this.

"You could've tagged me, y'know?" Jake pointed at his roommate.

"Shut up," Jay sipped his drink. "Just go over and join them– who's stopping you?"

"Nah, I'm actually enjoying the view," the younger laid back and rested his upper body weight on his forearm. The two watched as Sunghoon pulled away as soon as he noticed Heeseung.

"I told you to sit down, didn't I?" Heeseung practically mumbled, using his free hand to push her down onto the couch. "Why didn't you listen to me but obeyed Sunghoon and Jongseong?"

Della's mouth watered at the angle. If her instincts were correct, she was gonna suck someone off, most probably Heeseung. 

And she absolutely loves giving head.

Heeseung especially tends to let out these adorable sounds that are music to her ears. She knows that he will try to hold them back since they're not alone, but she is determined to have this gorgeous man let loose of his (almost) equally gorgeous noises.

"I'm sorry, oppa," the lower angle made Della's puppy eyes look even more cute. "I was just nervous."

"You know what those eyes do to me," Heeseung ran a thumb over her lip. "Should we forgive her, Sunghoon?" he sucked in a breath when she took his thumb into her mouth to suck gently.

"We'll see about that," a loud zipper sound filled the room as Sunghoon aggressively undid his pants. "Open up," and his cock was in front of Della's face in no time.

She did not need to be told twice. Her eyes instantly closed as her tongue swirled around the tip. She played around with it for a few seconds before pushing it all the way to the back of her throat.

"Fuckkk, I missed this," Sunghoon threw his head back. "So fucking good," he bit his lip harshly.

Upon the sight, Heeseung hurriedly lowered his sweatpants with one hand, but struggled to get his hard-on out from the tightness of his boxers. He eventually succeeded once Sunghoon helped by taking the beer out of his hands.

"Pay attention to hyung too," Sunghoon said and took a large gulp of the liquid. 

Della wasted no time in having Heeseung inside her mouth with her tongue swirling around the girth. She didn't care as her hair got everywhere.

"Thereee you go," Heeseung grunted, pushing the hair behind her shoulders and brushed her bangs back . "Ah fuck!" he bit his lip to try and contain his sounds.

"Ya– I meant divide your attention, not completely move on to him," Della gasped as Sunghoon pulled her hair so she could come back to him. "Back and forth, baby, you can do it."

It is definitely difficult. Della has never given head with her hands tied before, let alone with two dicks.

But if the boys know anything about their baby, they'll know that she is not a quitter; she will persist until she's absolutely certain she can't.

She bobbed her head two times on Sunghoon before switching back to Heeseung to repeat her movements, and doing the same to Sunghoon again. The perspective was so hot that Sunghoon's breath turned heavy and Heeseung's moans were audible again.

Jay and Jake, on the other hand, were getting a bit impatient because they could barely see anything. Sunghoon could almost sense it, and as he turned his head to look at his two best friends, he found Jake fiddling with his can while Jay tapped his hand in wait.

"Hyung, let's move to the bed," Sunghoon breathed out, pulling Della away from him and up from the sofa. Della whined at the loss but let herself be moved around like a doll. "Be fucking patient. You were willing to wait for a month, you can definitely handle a few seconds," Sunghoon slapped her lightly.

DellaTheMasochist only gave him an annoyed look with a bratty pout, making him slap her once more. 

"Oh you're gonna be a little brat, huh? I'll deal with you fucking later," he then carefully pushed her to Jay's arms, causing Della to smile in adoration. No matter how rough sex is with Sunghoon, he's still a huge softy.

"Well hello there," Jay caught her with one hand. "Were you being a bit bratty?" he asked while fixing her hair gently.

"No, never," Della shook her head innocently. Sunghoon grinned as he opened himself a can, sitting on the bed beside Heeseung. 

Her absolute brattiness only comes out to Sunghoon. She's an angel with Jay, putty with Jake, and a dominant with Heeseung.

"Of course not, you're our princess," Jay breathed down her neck and captured a nipple in his mouth. He blindly handed Jake his drink so he could use both hands to hug her waist. He spent a few minutes slowly enjoying her boobs, leaving hickeys all around the area. 

The three knew that Jay liked his intimacy, so they didn't interrupt.

He eventually laid her between himself and Jake, opting to just stroke her hair for now. Della was settling into a more comfortable position when Jay noticed that Jake's hands were now free from the cans he was holding. 

He gestured for the Aussie to begin, eliciting a grin from Jake before hovering above Della.

"Hi, baby," Jake whispered. His attractive face and accent left a small blush to her cheeks. "I missed you," he connected their lips together in a steamy kiss. 

The thing with Dake is that they don't always have a clear dominant in the bedroom. Most times it's Jake while others it's Della. What's crystal is that they are really passionate together. Practically straight out of an erotic movie.

"I'm still annoyed about Triple N but I miss you too much to fucking care right now," he ran his hands down from her sides, eventually tugging her shorts and panties down as far as he could. "Just wanna devour you."

He then proceeded to make his way down until he was off the bed with his face in between her legs. He completely got rid of her lower garments and took a deep breath, biting his lip before diving into her heat. One of his favourite things to do with her, and something that she desperately needed.

"Ah fuck!" Della threw her head back, pressing her thighs against his head. "Ahhh Jakey!" she whined. 

"Sensitive babyy," Jay cooed and held her face with his hand. "You almost gave this up for a month, you know?" he left small kisses all over her face.

"November's my birthday month, she ain't gonna give this up for the whole thirty," Jake pulled back slightly to comment. With his accent and slight mumbling, Jay could barely understand what he was saying. Della, however, understood perfectly.

"I told you that I would give you an exception, right?" Della's answer just connected the dots for Jay. Big mistake.

"You promised him an exception?" Jay halted his caresses to seriously ask. But Jake had resumed his mission, and Della is far too distracted to answer. "Fucking answer me– you gave him an exception?" he tightened his grip on her face.

"Y-yeah, for his birthday," Jay let out a scoff at her answer and humourlessly chuckled.

"I was gonna go easy on you and let these guys do their own thing," his voice turned rough, something he didn't think he would do tonight. "But you were gonna give Jake an exemption and that– pay attention," he slapped her lightly when she moaned to his face. 

"Sorry, oppa," Della whined, finding it difficult to concentrate when Jake's mouth was pleasuring her so well.

"It pisses me off," Jay whispered roughly. "Instead of just calling the challenge off, you were gonna make the three of us wait 'til the end," he smirked at how hard she was struggling to contain her sounds of pleasure. He let go of her roughly to sit up."Sorry man, I gotta take it from here," he pat Jake's shoulder. 

"Mmkay," Della moaned loudly when Jake gave out one last suck to her clit. "I call dibs on cleaning her off though," he smiled widely while licking his wet lips.

"Deal," Jay immediately flipped Della over onto her stomach. "Tsk tsk tsk, Lala..." he swiftly took his shorts and boxers off in one go. "Stay down," he firmly instructed as he removed her restrains.

The three boys couldn't stop the grin when they watched Jay unleash his beast. The Jay they've seen before was nowhere near as aggressive.

"Have fun, bro," Sunghoon hollered. "Have fun, princess," he toasted his beer at Della when she made eye contact.

"I'm gonna fuck you now, yeah?" Jay whispered in her ear. He noticed the goosebumps that rose on her back as he was lifting her hips and parting her legs. "Hold on tight," he warned, handing her a pillow.

He bit the bottom of his sleeveless shirt just so he could get a clearer look of his shaft rubbing against her folds. 

"Aghh," both Della and Jay groaned when his full length entered her. "Fuckk!" after ten days, he knew he had to let Della adjust a little. Yet he also knew that she didn't need long based on how wet she is and how Sunoo had prepped her.

So not long after, he pulled back and thrusted into her. Hard.

"Ngghhh!" Della squeezed her eyes shut while tightly hugging the pillow. "Oppaaa!" she moaned loudly.

"God! I fucking missed this!" Jay grumbled out. The cloth was no longer in his mouth and he had his head thrown back. "Fuck!"

He kept his hands on her hips as he pounded into her. Slow, but powerful thrusts.

"Ahhh! Oppaaaa!" Della continued to moan loudly. "Oh my God!" she realised how noisy she was being, so she began to muffle her sounds into the pillow.

"Oh no you don't," Jay grunted. Instead of taking the pillow away from her, he decided to flip her onto her back. Essentially switching to the missionary position. "Oh hi there, sweetie," he smirked at her, leaning down to place a kiss on her lips. "Hold on," he forcefully placed her hands on his shoulders before resuming his thrusts.

"Shit!" Della gasped, struggling to maintain eye contact with Jay as he continued to fuck her in the same manner. "Jay-oppaaa!" she practically screamed. Her nails starting holding on for dear life, scratching the skin of his biceps and her mouth was stuck open with nonstop moans.

The three other boys were turned on as hell.

Jake kept adjusting the bulge in his pants while Sunghoon and Heeseung had to constantly shift in their seats.

Waiting was especially hard for Heeseung as he barely got to touch Della in ten days. So he downed two cans and working on his third in no time, making him slightly tipsy and extremely impatient. 

And the sight of her mouth opening just reminded him of something.

"That's it," he crawled across to Jella's side of the bed. "Sunghoon said we were moving to the bed, so you're not done sucking me off," he sat on his knees beside Della's. "Sorry, Jongseong-ah," he breathed out and helped guide Della's mouth to his length.

"By all means, hyung," Jay pulled away and halted his movement to let Della find a comfortable position. "You better do your best. We know you can do it, baby," he whispered to Della, taking off his shirt as he waited.

"Shittt!" Heeseung moaned practically straight after Della's mouth wrapped around him. "There you go, baby– just like that," he assisted by thrusting so that all she had to do was just suck around him and pump what she can't.

"I'll start moving again," Jay began thrusting as soon as he alerted Heela. "Aghh," he grunted, furrowing his eyebrows together. The view of Della sucking someone off in front of him just made him want to fuck her even harder.

He needs to hear her moans even if they were muffled.

"Ahh! Lala!" Heeseung whined when Della kept moaning around him. "Just like that! Sooo good! Nghh!"

Since his mind was foggy from the alcohol, he didn't even bother to hold back on his moans. Even when they start to get a little too subby.

Meanwhile, Sunghoon and Jake wanted to join in so badly, but fear that they would overwhelm their baby. Though they can't just sit there and do nothing.

So they decided to devise a plan for when their turn comes.

"Have you... ever done anal?" Sunghoon awkwardly asked Jake after covering his dick with a pillow. "Like do it from the butt?"

"Me or Della?" Jake's question made the ice prince slap his arm.

"Della, of course," Sunghoon scolded.

"Ack! No– I just gotta make sure I understood what you meant," Jake explained. "No, we haven't."

"I have and I brought condoms and lube," Sunghoon pointed at his luggage. "So here's the thing... Della has been quite curious to try like.. two people.. like.." Sunghoon tried to find the words to explain it in a way that Jake would understand, knowing that the guy mostly knows English sexual terms.

"Like at the same time? Double?" Jake asked while bringing his hands up for gesture.

"Uh, double," Sunghoon nodded, instantly feeling awkward again. "Do you... wanna try it with me? It's her first time and maybe you can do the... back because you've never tried it before."

Jake was quick to make up his mind, all thanks to the two beers he had downed.

"Let's do it," he raised his hand to dap Sunghoon up. "Jellahoon, am I right?"

"Of course," Sunghoon grinned.

"Fuck! I can't cum already!" Heeseung grit his teeth and slowed down his hips. "Lalaaa," he whined.

It was then when Della finally pulled away from the blowjob. She looked into his eyes whilst her hand kept pumping his shaft.

"Heeseung, babyy. What did I tell you about holding back?" she forced herself to restrain her moans just so she could remind him who's in charge.

Fortunately, Jay, who was finding the exchange amusing (also wanting Della all to himself during his orgasm), had slowed down his thrusts to help her focus.

"To never do that because only bad boys hold back," Heeseung's rational thoughts went straight out the window. He was fully going to show his dongsaengs that Lee Heeseung is a sub. A major one. "But I'm not even inside you yet!"

"Come here, baby," Della got up from her position. "I'll be back," she placed a quick kiss on Jay's lips. 

"Go ahead," Jay was so intrigued at his hyung and girlfriend's new side that he didn't care about his delayed orgasm— as long as he gets it straight after Heeseung reaches his.

"Poor babyy," Della cooed at Heeseung, brushing his hair back. "Why don't you sit comfortably and let Lala do the work?"

The 02z watched in amazement as they discover how their hyung is actually like in bed. They watched him obey Della's instructions like clockwork, as if he's done this a million times.

He rested his back against the pillows with his legs ajar. His large bambi eyes were stuck on Della the whole time, looking absolutely lovestruck.

"Take off your shirt," Della pointed lazily, getting on top of his lap. "You're a good boy, right?" she connected their foreheads together and aligned him to her entrance. 

All Heeseung could do was nod enthusiastically.

"Then don't hold back," Della whispered before sliding down on his length. 

"Ahh!" both Heeseung and Della let out high-pitched moans. As Della bounced up and down, Heeseung's hands automatically went to wrap around her waist.

"Sh-shit!" Heeseung hugged her tighter while squeezing his eyes shut. Because he was already close earlier, it took no time for him to reach that point again. "Lalaaa!"

"Feel so good, Heeseung– ahhh!" when it comes to Heeseung, Della (most of the time) tries to compose herself. She's taking care of him after all.

"Shit– is that what it looks like when Della rides you?" Sunghoon asked under his breath. "That's fucking hot."

His hand then tried to secretly stimulate himself, making sure that neither Jake or Jay could notice. Jay, on the other hand, was openly pumping himself, not caring that his best friends could be looking.

"Damn, you're pretty big, bro," Jake suddenly blurted out at Jay. "Nice one."

"Thanks, I guess," Jay chuckled and kept moving his hand, not feeling awkward in the slightest.

"Why were you looking at his dick?" Sunghoon snickered, but that brought Jake's attention to him and that's when the latter noticed his sneaky hand.

"Why are you secretly jacking off? Just do it like Jay, no balls!" Jake slapped his calf. "We're literally in the middle of a fivesun—"

"Fivesome," Jay corrected him.

"Fivesome!"

"Ew, no! I feel so exposed! Like I'll be jerking off in front of you!" Sunghoon completely removed his hand from his dick. "And it's easy for you to say! You're still fully clothed!"

"It's not like we've never seen you naked bef–"

"02z, if you're not gonna suck each other off then shut the fuck up," Della interrupted their bickering while making eye contact. "Your hyung's trying to cum in peace."

"Yes ma'am," "Sorry," "Sorry," they all apologised quietly, hoping that no one notices their erection hardening even more. They hate admitting their thirst for Della's dominance. 

Or to be accurate; They love her dominance, yet hate admitting their desire to be like Heeseung.

But it's not like the 02z have never been docile to DommeDella. 

"Sunghoon, don't be fucking weird or I'll repeat last month's occurrences," Della's threat immediately made Sunghoon's skin erupt in goosebumps. He just hopes that she won't elaborate and reveal to his friends what exactly happened.

Thankfully, she didn't.

"Are you okay, baby?" Della went back and cooed to Heeseung, keeping her pace steady as she cradled his head.

"I'm gonna cuuuum," he sobbed. "Fuck! Lalaaa!"

"There you go. Don't hold back, Heeseung baby," Della mustered up all the energy she had to quicken her pace.

"Ahhhh! Lalaaa!" Heeseung used his tight hold to assist her bounces before ultimately letting out a loud gasp as he released spurts and spurts of warm cum. "Oh my God, babyy," he sighed and relaxed his shoulders.

"Good boyy," Della halted her thrusts, caressing his hair lovingly. "Filling me up soo good," she placed tiny kisses on his head. "I love you, baby."

"I love you too, Lala," Heeseung breathed out. "Thank you," he pulled himself away to connect their lips.

They were stuck in a slow make-out session for a while before Jay grew impatient and pulled Della away from the older. 

"You didn't forget about me, did you?" Jay grumbled in her ear. "I gave you time to fuck hyung but now you forgot about us?" he lifted her up like she weighed nothing and placed her front facing down.

"You're being rude, Jay. Your hyung needed to—" Della cut herself off with a gasp when Jay landed a firm spank on her ass.

"You're not in control no more," he said in a low voice, lifting her waist up slightly. "Where are your manners?"

"I'm sorry, oppa," Della whimpered when he spread her pussy lips. She could feel Heeseung's cum slowly pouring out of her. As always, he came a lot.

"Shitt– hyung," Jay called for Heeseung to see. The latter had pretty much sobered up from earlier and is back to his usual self.

And at least for now, he still had not realised what he had done in front of his dongsaengs. 

"Keep it in, baby," Heeseung took two of his fingers and pushed the cum back inside her, causing Della to gasp. "Add onto it, Jongseong," he patted Jay's bare shoulder with his clean hand before heading towards the bathroom.

"My pleasure," Jay whispered. He wrapped his arms around Della's body and instantly pushed himself inside her once again. "Fuckkk, Della."

"Yess! Oppaa!" Della squeezed her eyes shut, letting out babbles of words that barely made any sense. She could feel Heeseung's cum slowly absorbing inside her as Jay fucked it deeper. The sounds of the moisture only turning on everyone in the room more.

"Fuck! You're gonna cum soon, aren't ya?" Jay's hard-but-slow pace tried to quicken when he felt Della tightening around him. "Just a little more, baby– Oppa's almost there, wait for me," he left kisses on the side of her face as he tried to concentrate on cumming together with his girl.

Fortunately for him, Della knows exactly what to do in this situation.

"Fill me up good, oppa. Make me feel so full," Jay had never verbally admitted it to her, but she knows that he has a breeding kink. "Stuff me full of—"

"FUUUUCK, I'm cumming!" Jay's left hand frantically went to search for Della's. "C'mere baby," while his right hand went to bring her face to his. 

They connected their lips together, essentially muffling their moans (and screams). Della used her free hand to hold onto his head, making the scene look even more sweet.

"I love you, Della," Jay mumbled against her lips.

"I love you, Jay," Della whined at the feeling of her own orgasm mixed with Jay's (and Heeseung's). "So, so much."

"So, so much," Jay left a final kiss on her forehead before getting off of her back. His eyes immediately went to her cum-filled entrance. "Good girl, keep it in," he grunted, his eyebrows furrowing at the sight of barely any cum leaking out. 

He chuckled when Della wiggled her ass for fun. "How cute," he slapped her ass and stood up. "Agh fuck, you really milked me dry."

"Come on, it hasn't been THAT long, guys," Della rolled her eyes. "We didn't even last the whole month."

Just as she finished talking, a harsher slap was placed on her ass.

"You fuck four men on a daily basis– you still think you could've handled it?" Sunghoon asked, flipping Della onto her back. "Do I also need to remind that you were the one who gave in first? YOU?" he grabbed onto her leg to pull her closer to the edge of the bed and closer to him. "Don't make me teach you a lesson."

"Go easy on her, Sunghoon-ah. She's about to receive a handful with you and Jaeyun," Heeseung reminded. He grabbed Jay's and his cans of beer before joining Jay on the bed. The two were now dressed in their boxers.

"Yeah, just shut up and let's do our shit," Jake impatiently took off his pants but kept his shirt on, only removing his zip-up. "You've done anal, baby?" Della nodded her head in enthusiasm. "Yeah? And you like it?"

"Mhmm! Are we doing what I think we're doing?" Jake chuckled at her excitement. 

"You're adorable. Isn't it gonna hurt, baby?" the tips of Jake's fingers began grazing Della's thigh.

"I wanna be closer to my men," Della gave out a seductive look to both Jake and Sunghoon, making sure to use Korean so Sunghoon would understand.

"How cute," Sunghoon mumbled. "Don't forget your safe words," he ran a hand through Della's hair before laying down on the bed, legs still seated on the edge.

"Is she getting on top of you or me?" Jake asked his partner. "Isn't it more comfortable with you on top?"

"I mean... It's easier for me to thrust but it's more comfortable for her to hug me, no?" Sunghoon explained. "Won't it be unstable if she lays on her back?"

"No– Della should be on her stomach, on her back is difficult, I think," Heeseung pointed at the three.

"Are you doing double?" Jay's eyes widened when he realised what they were discussing. 

"Uh," Jakehoon replied briefly.

"Then Della should be on her stomach and the one who does the back thrusts from behi– on top," Jay gave his take.

"No– the reason why I say she should be on her back is because she needs to be distracted from the pain and Sunghoon would be able to thrust and properly do that," Jake tried to explain his take. "Otherwise his movements are limite—"

Their discussion was cut off by a loud groan from Della, followed by the girl hovering over Sunghoon chest-to-chest.

"Stop taking so fucking long and just fuck me," she wasted no more time and slipped Sunghoon's cock into her entrance.

"Oh my God!" "Oh fuck!" the two hissed at the sudden feeling. 

"Fucking finally!" Sunghoon threw his head back. "Come here, kitten," he repositioned Della a little so he could move more comfortably. 

Thanks to his long legs, all he needed to do so was to hold her in place.

"So fucking tight," he said with gritted teeth. He was never one to make a lot of noises in bed, but with his buddies around, he's determined to look cool. He was gonna try to contain his facial expressions, which is something he never holds back on.

Yet his plan went straight out the window when Della adorably cuddled into his chest. 

"Oppaaa," she whined.

"Aww, kitten– my princess," he cooed, bringing one of his hands to hug her close. "Does that feel good, kitten?"

Della could only mew louder and nuzzle her head more, making all four boys coo at the sight.

"This seems enough for you, baby. Do you really need more?" Jake went up to her face to tease while his lubed finger equally teased her back entrance.

Della looked into his eyes and said the one name that the two have kept a secret for a long time. 

"Please, daddy?" 

Jake halted for a second, taken aback at the sudden change of mind. He was not one to be shy about his kink, but Della was a bit apprehensive that the members just won't understand.

But weirdly enough, none of the boys reacted, as if they already knew of the fact.

"Sunghoon, stop moving for a second," Jake went back to his position and squeezed more lube onto Della's hole. "Stay relaxed, darling," he warned Della before pushing a finger in.

"Mmm," she closed her eyes and pursed her lips.

"I'm right here, princess," Sunghoon whispered in her ear. "Relax some more," and immediately continued his movements.

"There ya go, good girl," Jake muttered, slowly twisting and pumping his finger. When Della was almost fully relaxed and resumed her previous moaning, Jake gradually added another finger in and followed by another once she adjusted to that as well. "Such a good girl."

"Ahh! I'm gonna cum!" Della announced, pushing her upper body up to catch a glimpse of what Jake's doing. "Fuck!" her eyes rolled back as she turned back to Sunghoon. "Oh my Goodness!" her moans only got louder when she looked at Sunghoon's facial expressions.

As always, his eyebrows were furrowed the whole time while he switched between biting/licking his lips, having his mouth open or gritting his teeth. He had completely forgotten about his initial plan of restraining himself.  

"Go cum, darling," he choked out, giving his last few hard thrusts after Della threw her head back and cried out. 

He almost let out a sigh of relief. If Della waited just a few seconds longer, he too would've been calling to cum and he did not want that just yet.

"Relax a bit, kitten," neither Sunghoon nor Jake pulled out, but they wanted to give Della time to catch her breath.

"What a good girl," Jay noticed Jake ripping open the condom wrapper and immediately sprung to action. "Taking four men so well," he continued to drop praises while caressing her hair.

"If it gets too much, please let us know and Jake can jerk off for the night or something," Heeseung also joined in with a joke.

"Hyung!" Jake whined. He somehow successfully got the condom on with just one hand, and is now lathering his length with the lube.

"Byee daddy" Jay added fuel to the fire by grinning and waving at him. 

"Shut the fuck up, Jay, I complimented you earlier," Jake sent a glare at his friend.

"The tension is insane. Now kiss," Della lifted her head to comment.

No matter how many times she has teased them, they have never expressed or voiced their discomfort, which she knows they aren't afraid to do. In Della's mind, this would imply that the possibility of it happening is not zero.

"Aish Lalaa!" "Eyy!" "Babe!" "Aghh" the four boys complained, with Jake adding an additional smack to her ass.

"You think his dick is big, right? You have my permission and sucking ONE dick does not make you ga—" 

"Okay, that's enough," Sunghoon spoke up and gave her one hard thrust. "Jake and I still need to cum, princess. Stop the yapping."

"I'm sorry, oppa," Della whimpered, bringing her head down to rest on Sunghoon's chest again.

"I'm only letting you off since you've been so good to us, understand? Don't test my patience," he said in a low voice, his hips starting to move in a steady pace once again.

"Understood," Della let out a high-pitched moan at the stimulus but was cut off with her own gasp as Jake pulled his fingers out.

"I'm putting it in," Jake breathed out. He squeezed some more lube on Della's rim before slowly entering. "FUCK!"

"Mmh!" Della had her eyes squeezed shut, trying to adjust to his size (especially with Sunghoon in her other hole).

"Our strong baby," "Such a good girl," Jay and Heeseung showered her in praises, using their hands to caress her arm and back while Sunghoon does so with her hair.

"Fuck– so fucking tight," Jake threw his head back when he was fully inside her. "Hang in there, baby, good job," he smoothed his hand over her ass.

"Yellow?" Heeseung asked about the safe word, just in case.

"Green," she quickly answered. "Can you move slowly, oppa?" her head shifted to make eye contact with Sunghoon.

"Of course, darling," he placed a kiss on her hair before slowly pumping her. "Shit, kitten," he squeezed his eyes shut and threw his head back.

Because of Jake, she felt tighter than usual but was still wet as ever. He knew he couldn't last long, especially after nearly cumming earlier.

"Jaeyun, please move," Della breathed out, starting to feel pleasure again.

Both Jake and Della let out a loud gasp at the sensation. The pace began to quicken in no time, making the scene look like it came straight out of an incognito site. 

"Oh my– fuuuuuuck!" Della moaned loudly, feeling fuller than she's ever felt. "Oppaaa! Daddyyyy!" little tears began pooling in the corner of her eyes. "Aaaaaaahhh!"

"So good, baby. Taking both of us so well," Jake leaned forward to mumble in her ear. "Shittt, so tight baby," his face held a large smile and left temporary hickies around her neck and shoulders. "My good girl."

There's no doubt that the back end is tighter, but Jake's favourite was really the sight of having two of her holes stuffed, and the fact that him and Sunghoon were the first ones to do that.

The three were so into each other that they didn't notice Heeseung getting up to retrieve Sunghoon's old, red iPhone. He knew that they would want the scene to be recorded— for their eyes only, of course.

"I'm recording," Heeseung announced before pressing record. They all turned to Heeseung for a second and resumed like nothing happened.

"Come here, kitten," Sunghoon grunted, pulling Della's face in for a kiss. She moaned into his mouth when she felt her two best friends quicken their pace. 

She noticed Jake tugging at her hair, so she broke the kiss off to then connect her lips with his, bringing a hand back to hold his head in place.

Jay, who did not want to just lay there beside them, started playing with Della's tits while palming himself. He personally doesn't need more, but he did not want the video to appear awkward. 

"You guys really look so fucking hot," Heeseung commented. He turned off the recording and went back to his original spot. "I wanna kiss, baby," his head got closer so Della could easily kiss him.

"FUCK! I'm cumming!" Della pulled away to scream out. Her eyes were closed shut and her open mouth spewed out loud whines after whine.

"Yesss, kitten," "Me too, baby, me too," Sunghoon threw his head back while Jake buried his face in her neck. It did not take the three long at all to reach their orgasm.

"Jay-oppaa," Della managed to let out, weakly stretching an arm out so he could come closer. "I haven't kissed you."

Jay felt his heart swell in adoration and he swiftly did as told without hesitation.

"Fuckk! Aaaahhh!" Della pulled away but kept their foreheads together and squeezed Heeseung's hand.

They looked absolutely ridiculous being in one big huddle (and it was certainly not the most comfortable), yet that was the moment when the five of them were just connected. It's what they needed and exactly what they hoped for tonight.

"I'm cumming, baby," Jake's voice was shaky, and his thrusts started faltering first. "Shit! Good girl, baby. Good girl, good girl!"

"Shit! Shit!" both Jake and Della came around the same time. The former usually takes his time to ride out his high but he almost instantly pulled out so Sunghoon could finish properly.

Sunghoon looked at him in thanks, immediately adjusting his position and hurriedly chased his orgasm. Della started shaking and screaming with overstimulation, letting go of Heejay to hold on tightly to Sunghoon.

"Shit! Ahh baby, almost ther– NOW KITTEN. NOW, now, now!" Sunghoon babbled a bit as his orgasm overtook his body. "Shit," he sighed and relaxed his body, still holding onto Della tightly. "You're amazing, princess. I love you," he chuckled breathily.

"I love you, my prince," Della breathed out with a smile.

The two shared a sweet kiss before Sunghoon pulled away and shifted Della over to Jake, who was now lying beside him.

"What a good girl.You're an absolute champ and you're incredible," Jake couldn't help but chuckle. "We're so fucking lucky, baby. I love you so much," he then connected their lips in a passionate kiss.

"I'M so lucky to have you guys and I just love you sooo much," once they pulled away, Della's head instantly went to rest on Jake's chest. "Let's clean up before we get too tired."

"Oh no you don't," Jake shifted their position so Della would lay on her back. He got on top of her with a mischievous grin on his face. 

"I called dibs on cleaning you off, remember?"

Eventually everyone washed up and got ready for bed. They decided to all sleep together on the makeshift king-sized bed with Della in the centre. They were cuddled closely, but it didn't really matter anymore to them.

"Guys, we're actually really cute," Heeseung giggled. "I fucking love this relationship."

"Just a bunch of bros with our girl" Jake sighed. He held Della tighter to his chest and shut his eyes, ready to sleep.

"For a second there, I thought you were gonna call me a hoe," Della giggled, looking up at him. 

"I'm never gonna call you a hoe, babe! I'm not Sunghoon!" Jake's reply made Sunghoon smack his shoulder.

"I will never call her that!" Sunghoon looked at him with betrayal. "I don't even know what that means but I know it's bad!"

"You call her names in bed, we all know it!" Jake protested back.

"Ya– rarely ever, right princess? Only on certain times and we both have no issues with it," Della nodded at Sunghoon's defence. "See?! Don't kinkshame me, daddy."

"YAA!" Jake shaking Sunghoon's leg off of his own. 

"Today's session just revealed everyone's kinks," Jay laughed. "Sunghoon likes to call Della 'kitten', Jake likes to be called 'daddy', Della apparently likes anal," he stopped himself for saying Heeseung's out of respect.

"Pffftt, okay mister kinky. Didn't know you could go hard like that," Sunghoon grinned. "I thought you just liked vanilla but you were slapping Lala and everything."

"Why do you like to get slapped?" Jay ignored Sunghoon and asked the girl he was semi-holding.

"I don't know! Sometimes I just like things!" Della shrugged defensively. "I like a whole bunch of things!"

"Yeah and your boyfriends all like different things too," Sunghoon chuckled. "You're absolutely perfect for us."

"Awww," Della grinned but got shy and hid her face in Jake's chest. "I'm sorry for making you all join No Nut November. This was really dumb and I'm also really sorry for losing to someone who didn't even join."

"Don't worry about that, darling. It's all forgiven and practically forgo—" Jay's words were cut off by the boom of Heeseung's voice beside him.

"WAIT!" Heeseung shot up straight in realisation. Della and Jake both jumped in surprise while Sunghoon and Jay flinched. Heeseung looked back at them with horror in his eyes.

There was a reason why he was quiet the whole time. It's because it just hit him how;

"YOU GUYS FUCKING SAW ME IN MY WEAK STATE!"

i gotta be honest, i hate to be that person but i was feeling really insecure about my writing tbh. like the first draft was not hot AT ALL and i wanted this long awaited/overdue smut to make you guys all hot and bothered y'know? i think it's much better now and i'm feeling both proud and insecure but i hope you enjoyed it and happy anniversary! taglist: @duolingofanaccount @lalalalawon @clar-iii @deafeningballoonpeach

[pupkashi]

birthdays

nanami makes your birthday a bit cozier than previous years

a/n: hi friends ! thank u anon for this request I’m so sorry for taking so long to get to it :( happy belated birthday friend, wishing you a years worth of love and warmth !

wordcount: 1,610

masterlist

11:59 pm

you used to expect a roll of messages or phone calls as the clock struck midnight, your birthdate reading across the screen and a smile on your face.

you tried to act like you didn’t care, keeping your mind off the day and keeping your eyes glued to the tv screen, a random movie playing with the plot lost long ago along with your interest.

your fingers itched to grab your phone, hoping the reason for its silence was because it was on do not disturb, not a lack of messages.

the clock on the nightstand read 12:01, and against your better judgement you grabbed your phone, swiping up. you could feel your fingers running cold and your nose and eyes burning as the tears formed in your eyes.

1 notification: light rain expected soon

there’s a stinging sensation in your chest, and you don’t bother fighting the choked sob that leaves your lips, hot tears streaming down your face.

throwing your phone down haphazardly, turning the tv off and burying your face in your pillow.

you’re not sure when you fell asleep, but you’re waking up to the blinds cracked open and warm sunshine on your face.

the flowers on the nightstand make your hazy mind clear a bit, rubbing your eyes and reaching for the small note accompanying the beautiful flowers.

hoping you make it around the sun many more times by my side <3

happy birthday, my love

there’s tears in your eyes, a small smile on your lips and a giggle slipping past your lips. you don’t have much time to do much of anything when the bedroom door creaks open.

“good morning,” nanami smiles, his hair still a bit messy, shirt slightly unbuttoned and tie long gone. he sets the plate of food on the nightstand, leaning down and catching your lips in his. “sleep well? feeling older?”

you can’t help but smile a bit, “not as old as you,” you hum, grabbing his collar and pressing another kiss to his lips. nanami smiles against your lips, slipping his hand under your chin, smiling as he pulls away.

“did you like the flowers?” he asks, “it’s the same bouquet you saw online a couple weeks ago,” he reminds you, watching as your eyes light up.

“oh my god it is!” you gasp, looking at the flowers and smiling even wider, “you’re too good to me baby,” you mumble, pulling him down to sit next to you.

“I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you,” he sighs, pressing a gentle kiss on your temple, “how about you eat up and get ready for the day, yeah?”

you nod, a dazed smile on your face as you watch him get up, setting the food on your lap before walking out of the bedroom.

when you leave the bedroom he’s quick to take the empty plates from your hands, setting them in the sink and washing them. you take a seat across the bar, elbows on the counter and your chin in your hands.

“any plans today?” he asks, setting the plates in the drying rack before wiping his hands.

“no, was just gonna stay in,” you trail off, “thought you were gonna be busy today,” the admission has your cheeks burning as kento looks at you in shock.

“you thought i would go to work on your day?” he chuckles softly making his way to you and wrapping his arms around you, making you lean forward in your seat bit.

“what do you say i go shower then we can crawl back into bed and cuddle?” he suggests, watching the way your smile grows as he continues talking, “we can watch that new movie that came out too.”

kento is off to the shower quickly, smiling to himself when he hears your giggles coming outside the bathroom. by the time he’s out you’re cozied up in bed, blankets wrapped around you and a smile on your face.

you’re only left alone when he goes to pick up dinner, settling on ordering in at your request. it’s only then that you check your phone again, replying to the couple messages you’ve received and thanking your friends.

it doesn’t take too long for nanami to get back home, calling his usual, ‘im home!’ as he looks for you. “my love?”

“i thought you went for the food?” you asked, confused when you see his hands and the table both empty.

“i got called and I’ve gotta go pick something up, do you wanna come?” he asks, heart pounding in his chest as he hopes his plan will go smoothly.

“yeah why not,” you smile, heading to the bedroom and changing into something a bit more presentable, slipping on your shoes as the two of you head out the door.

it’s not until 7 minutes into the drive when you see a familiar park come into view, watching as he turns into the parking lot.

“what do you need to pick up at a park?” you laugh, watching as he gets out of the car and walks over to open the door for you, taking your hand and helping you out.

“some cursed object gojo wants me to get,” he mumbles, intertwining his fingers in yours, pulling you along.

you don’t question it, following your lover, your steps only faltering when the small gazebo comes into view, set up with flowers, fruits, drinks and candles.

“ken- wait- hold on,” you smile, your hand slipping out of his and flying over your mouth.

“cmon doll,” he smiles, hand softly gripping your wrist and pulling you towards the set up. “sit here,” he mumbles, smiling as he pulls a cake out from a small box, sticking the candles in and quickly lighting them.

happy y/n day ! ♡

“happy birthday to you..” he sings, chuckling when you roll your eyes, sitting in front of the cake and swaying along to the melody. “happy birthday, honey.”

there’s nothing on your mind as you blow out the candles, eyes fluttering open and landing on all you’ve ever wanted.

“why are you looking at me like that?” he laughs, leaning over and taking the candle out of the cake.

“no reason, just really love you,” you giggle, only tearing your eyes off him when you hear your phone ringing.

“happy birthday y/n!” the four loud voices make you jump a bit, smiling widely as you register everyone on the other end of the phone. “we hope nanamin gives you the present we picked out!”

“it was all my idea by the way,” nobara calls out, you can hear some grumbling and a small ‘that’s a lie’ coming from who you assume is megumi.

“hope we aren’t too late, the kids took longer i thought they would on a mission,” satoru snickers, you laugh as you hear the three students begin to gang up on him.

“never too late, thank you guys,” you grin, chatting for a couple more minutes before saying goodbye.

kento looks at you with a small smile on his face, placing a couple presents in front of you, “i know you said you didnt want anything but i had to get you something,” he protests, “and plus this one’s from gojo and the students.”

every gift seems more perfect than the next, things you’d wanted that you’d forgotten about, meaningful little trinkets and gift cards to all your favorite places.

“thank you, hun” you smile, wrapping your arms around him and peppering kisses on his cheeks.

“don’t thank me, it’s what you deserve baby,” he mumbles, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before pulling back swiftly, “now let’s eat before this food gets cold, yeah?”

kento sits across from you, soft laughter coming from the decorated gazebo as the sun sets, gold rays on lights hitting both of you as you continue with easy conversation.

it’s dark by the time the two of you finish eating and talking, nanami cleaning up the area and packing up any leftovers, rushing to the car and putting them away, coming back with a blanket in his arms.

“are we sleeping out here?” you tease, watching as he rolls his eyes, motioning you over as he lays the blanket over the grass, smoothing it out and sitting down.

“come,” he grins, blonde hair a bit messy thanks to the slight breeze. you can’t help the butterflies in your stomach, walking over and taking a seat next to him, cuddling into his side immediately.

“the moon looks beautiful tonight,” he whispers, the two of you staring up at the night sky, though a bit cloudy, the stars still managed to shine down on the two of you.

“must be the universe telling me happy birthday,” you smile, giggling when he chuckles at your words.

“must be,” he smiles, placing a soft kiss to the top of your head, eyes fluttering closed as he savors every moment with you.

“happy birthday, lover,” he mumbles, lips still slightly pressed against your hair, moving away only to press another kiss to your cheek.

“thank you ken, really this meant so much to me,” you sigh happily, turning your head to face him, your hand resting softly on his cheek before catching his lips in yours.

the park is quiet, only the sound of the occasional rustling of trees, occasional bird chirp and yours and kento’s laughter.

and as the moon and it’s stars shine down on the two of you, there’s a warmth in your chest and a comforting feeling that settles around your heart. you wouldn’t have to worry about being lonely on your birthday, not anymore.

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[crescentofthegods]

the hidden charms of affection

pairing: draco malfoy x pureblood!ravenclaw!fem!reader

summary: draco lucius malfoy becomes sentimental with his gifts on your birthday.

word count: 768 words

warnings: FLUFF, set during october - fifth year, one kiss...

author's note: might be a few mistakes and i know your middle name might not mean 'butterfly' but this is based off a scenario in my dr! ALSO, i get that canon draco would probably not do this (even though i think he's a romantic at heart because of astoria), BUT LET ME BE DELUSIONAL.

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THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN you and Draco was unknown to you, him, and many other students at Hogwarts. You have been friends with him since childhood because your families were Sacred Twenty-Nine royalty. Although you didn’t hold the same prejudiced views as Draco, he still valued you as his closest friend. If it were anyone else, they’d be named blood traitors immediately.

Ironic, wasn’t it?

Today was your belated birthday. You received numerous greetings across your year and gifts from your closest friends—the Parvati twins, Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood, and others. Whilst you enjoyed these gifts, you were waiting for one in particular.

The sun had set quietly during the chilly evening as you stood in the courtyard wrapped in your mother’s knitted scarves. You hadn’t noticed the approaching figure behind you as you stared at the sky, trying to recognise the shapes the clouds formed as they faded.

“What do you see?” A voice spoke, interrupting your thoughts as you turned your head. Beside you was Draco Malfoy himself, wearing his staple black suit (the boy could never wear anything casual) with a smile across his lips. You smiled back, scrunching your nose as you sighed.

“I’ve lost my imagination because of bloody Umbridge,” you guffawed, causing Draco to laugh as you faced him entirely. “I haven’t seen you all day,” you continued, trying not to sound a little hurt as Draco met your gaze.

“Sorry, the post took a little longer than expected,” he replied, his expression apologetic as he pulled a box out of the inside of his blazer. You furrowed your eyebrows, meeting the black box with your gaze.

“What is this?” you asked, raising an eyebrow as you looked at him again. His blue eyes stared back at you, his face still engraved with a subtle grin.

“Well, I wanted to give you something personal this year,” he shrugged nonchalantly, glancing at the box before opening it. Inside was a silver sterling bracelet with a dragon charm in the middle. You widened your eyes, staring at him with amazement.

“H-how much did this cost?” you questioned, your tone baffled.

“It was nothing—”

“Draco…” your voice was stern as he sighed, smiling slightly.

“Around twenty-five Galleons?” he mumbled, scratching his neck as your jaw dropped, having the sudden urge to shove him.

“Draco Lucius Malfoy! Did you seriously spend that much on a bracelet for me?” You exclaimed, disbelieved as you stared at him.

“Come on, don’t you like it?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as he picked the bracelet up. You bit your bottom lip, taking the bracelet in your hands as you admired it, touching the dragon with your index finger.

“It’s beautiful,” you complimented, sounding defeated as you looked up, your lips curling. “Why would you spend so much, though?” you sighed whilst Draco tutted.

“It wasn’t that much,” he reassured, taking the bracelet. “Let me see your wrist,” he grinned as you complied, shaking your head as you warmed inside.

Draco clasped the bracelet around your wrist, the accessory being a perfect fit as his fingers brushed against your palm before he pulled away, leaving you to idolise the bracelet.

“There’s another thing.” Draco’s deep voice pulled you out of your head as you looked up, raising your eyebrows. He unrolled his sleeve, revealing a matching bracelet on his wrist as you gasped softly. However, instead of a dragon charm, he had a butterfly on his.

“Dragon for my name,” he began, his voice gentle as he brought his wrist closer to yours, “Butterfly for your middle name.” The two charms connected as you met his gaze, your eyes softening at his sentimentality as you stepped closer.

“I didn’t take you to be the sentimental type,” you muttered, teasing him as he playfully rolled his eyes.

“You deserve it,” he responded, looking down sheepishly. His cheeks faintly blushed under the setting sun as you smiled for the millionth time that evening.

You tilted his head up, hesitating before kissing his cheek tenderly, pulling away momentarily. Draco looked down at you, his lips parting as you both chuckled, the wind blowing softly around you as you were both lost for words.

“Happy birthday, [Y/N/N],” he said, his tone genuine. You were about to thank him, but you physically couldn’t speak because he had joined his lips with yours.

And, of course, you kissed back, smiling against his lips as he cupped your face, both of you filled with honest happiness.

Who cared if Filch’s screams were approaching you within mere moments? You finally had each other—and that’s all that mattered.

thank you for reading!

[eirakairos]

Gravitate Towards You Chapter 3

Pairing: Caleb x MC

Summary: The verdict was handed from the colonel incident: The colonel should stay at his family's residence for recovery.

A/N: A belated birthday gift for keke! (mashimarr0)! The father-son clinginess was inspired by her art!

Words: 1,952

Chapter 2

Tags: they have a son, canon divergence (pretend all of the trauma and mind control doesn't exist here lol), hurt/comfort (mostly in Caleb's part... again lol), argument (but a bit silly), family reunions

“Colonel Caleb Xia…” Connor said slowly, trying to remember it. His eyes widened as he processed what he heard. He looked at you, then at Caleb. You and Caleb are waiting for him to process it. “You’re…” he said. “You’re my dad?!” He screamed, too shocked, especially when you two didn’t deny it. Caleb smiles at him gently. “Sorry I was away…” Caleb said as he patted his head. Connor looks at him and away, too confused by what he has discovered. The kid went to hug you for comfort. Caleb was a bit sad about it, but he understood it was a big shock.

“Why… Why did you just come back? I kept searching for you for a long time,” Connor said, almost teary-eyed. It breaks your and Caleb’s heart. “I…”

“It’s my fault,” you said as you hugged Connor back. “I made him go away.” Caleb looked down, remembering having to drive away that night to return to Skyhaven.

“Why? Did he do something bad?” he asked. You shook your head. “No, it is complicated, dear,” you replied. “But it is alright now.” You looked at Caleb and smiled a bit. Hopefully, this time, it will work out well. “I know this is too much for you to take in. I’m sorry I wasn’t honest enough with you.” You said as you hugged Connor closer. “Mommy needed a lot of time to think,” you said. 

“He would visit us from time to time. Is that alright?” Connor shyly nodded. You knew that Caleb couldn’t be constantly in your home as he has a duty as a colonel. Also, Connor should not feel awkward and should have space to get used to him. Caleb nods, agreeing to your terms, but he promises to go home no matter what happens. From his cheerful demeanor, which was now filled with doubt and awkwardness, he is determined to spend time and be close to his son.

A knock halted the conversation as Liam went in. The lieutenant looked at the colonel and saluted. “I have received the verdict,” he said. You held Connor closer out of nervousness. “The colonel would need more rest for the back injury. The administration decided that Colonel Xia would reside at his family residence for his recuperation,” he said. Connor looked confused while you and Caleb were surprised. “Huh?!” you both said.

And just like that, you and Connor are back at your home in Linkon, but with a special guest. “I can’t believe this is happening…” You muttered as Liam was unloading the car. Earlier, you were out with your son, going to the plane exhibit, hoping to bring home some plane toys, not expecting to bring home your husband, Connor’s father, a former pilot and colonel. “Mom, do we have to do this?” Connor asked, being a bit uncomfortable in the sudden change. You sighed. Caleb moved his wheelchair to the little boy. “I’m sorry, buddy. Don’t worry, I’ll sleep on the couch,” he reassured. “Absolutely not,” you said and crossed your arms. “You’re still injured,” you said. Connor looked at his hands, remembering when he used his Evol to make Caleb go away from you. “You’re lucky that this is the sanction,” Liam said. “The impact the Colonel received is the same degree of being in a car crash.” Connor winced at imagining it, he didn’t even know it was that strong. He thought it only knocked him out. He felt bad seeing the colonel like this. He had to rest his back slowly after discharge from the hospital.

“Come on, Connor. Let’s make the room ready for… For your dad,” you said. Caleb’s eyes widen as Connor takes your hand and goes ahead inside.

“Are you holding up?” the lieutenant asked. “Still sore, but never better.” Caleb smiled to himself. Liam hummed as it was refreshing to see the colonel in better spirits. “You better go ahead, Colonel. I’ll take my leave,” Liam said. “... Thanks, Lieutenant,” Caleb said, knowing Liam had a hand in the verdict.

It’s been years since he stepped into his residence. It is still warm and cozy, as he often feels when you are home. He is seated in the lazy chair for his back as he watches Connor helping you. Since then, Connor’s treatment towards him is different. How he wished that it would be in a different circumstance. He felt like a stranger in his own home.

“What are we making, Mom?” Connor asked. “Well, since this is an occasion, we are going to make braised ribs,” you said. Caleb gets up and goes to pat your head. “That’s your favorite dish, pipsqueak. I can take the mantle,” he said. “Are you sure? You’re injured, you shouldn’t…”

“I’ll be fine,” Caleb said. “Well… Okay, I’ll just set the table. Connor, you go help him, okay?” you said. Connor only nodded as you go get the plates.

You felt the awkwardness between the father and son. You know this is Caleb’s way of getting to know him. At the same time, it felt right having him around. It reminds you of the times he is resting after a long week of duty.

Caleb places the ribs into the pot to boil them. Connor is getting the spices and wine. “Did you and Mom cook often?” he asked. Caleb is surprised. “I often cooked since your Mom was busy with work,” he answered. “It’s often her favorite meals, like this one.” Caleb then placed the ribs aside and started to heat the pan. Connor places the spices near him. “Mom said she never gets the taste of this right,” he said. Caleb smiled to himself. “I can teach you how I do it,” he said. “It’s a secret between us.”

“What about Mom?” Connor asked. “I’d rather keep Mom guessing so we can cook for her often,” Caleb winked. Connor just stared at him, then smiled.

You feel you are in a dream when the food is ready for dinner. Caleb is sitting beside you and Connor. A family reunited.

You missed Caleb’s braised ribs. The boys just looked at you enjoying your meal. Caleb missed seeing you liking his meals every time, while Connor never saw you that happy. He picked the ribs and ate them, it did taste different than yours. He was feeling happy with the meal too, in seeing his Mom talking with his Dad. Connor has dreams of meeting his Dad, but his face is often blurred.

“Pipsqueak, I’m alright in using the couch,” Caleb said. “No, you sleep on the bed. I’ll manage,” you crossed your arms. He needed proper rest and space for his back. “I can’t let you sleep on the couch, or don’t even think sleeping on the floor,” he said, crossing his arms, too. Connor wonders if this will be a daily occurrence of these silly problems. It resorted to you three being on the bed.

But it caused another problem.

“Mommy will sleep with me tonight!” Connor said, back to his clingy ways. “You can’t cuddle with Mommy because of your back!”

“No! It has been years, so it's Daddy’s turn tonight!” Caleb said, also back to his clingy ways. You wondered if this would be a daily occurrence of basically two Calebs arguing. You knew it was a simple banter, but you were extra tired today, from hiding in Skyhaven to Caleb being blasted by your son and now, only in the first night, the love of your life and your baby boy were arguing about whom you would cuddle. You are happy that they are getting along. You believed they would eventually have an understanding. But now, this did get on your nerves a bit.

“You boys will sleep outside!”

Caleb sighed as he made a fort for himself and Connor. Connor still pouted that you kicked them outside but felt bad because you were angry. The father looked at him and smiled. “Don’t worry, Mommy was not angry. She is just tired,” he said. Connor still pouted. “Mommy always cuddles me when I sleep,” he said. “I’m sorry. She was probably so done with my antics,” Caleb said. “But she is not angry and will not stay that long. She will cuddle you again when she is ready.”

“How would you know?” Connor said as Caleb sat beside him. “I’ve known your mother enough… I’ve known her in my lifetime, even if I was away,” he said. “Is that why Daddy was away for a long time? Daddy was often away?” Connor asked. Caleb looks at him and only nods. “Oh…” he replied. “I tried to be home as much as I can so Mommy won’t be lonely, but I have a big job to do in the sky,” Caleb explained. “It was too late at the time. Your Mom said to leave her alone and for me to stay in Skyhaven, so I did, even if I didn’t want to.”

“So what about now?” Connor asked. “It’s much better, I can manage better now. I won’t make you two lonely and sad again.”

“I’m okay, Dad. I’m here for Mommy, I won’t make her feel lonely,” he said. Caleb smiled and ruffled his hair. He really is his son.

Connor looks at the window, still processing what his dad said. The dark sky is clear, showing stars above. “Mommy and I often do forts like this, then make paper planes with our wishes,” he said as he gathered colored paper from a shelf. Caleb was feeling emotional, it was the same thing he used to do with you since you were kids.

“Write anything you wish in the plane, and I’ll carry as far as it can go. Maybe I can do something to make that wish come true,” Little Caleb said as he guided your hand while holding the plane. “What is your wish, pipsqueak?”

You pondered, which looks so cute to Caleb. “I wish we are never apart, together forever!” You said as you let go of the plane, it traveled as far as it can go with Caleb’s Evol. His heart was fast as he looked at you, happily seeing the plane go far. He smiled, promising to do whatever it takes to stay together with you.

“Mommy said that I could write anything I wished in the plane, and my Daddy pilot would read it and make it come true,” Connor said. Caleb’s eyes widened and then relaxed again. “What is your wish, then?” he asked. The little kid looked above and whispered.

“For my family to be together forever.”

Caleb’s breathing hitched, seeing his son let the plane fly through the window. Connor was surprised to see his plane fly further and above. “Ah! That’s so cool! It is still flying!” he giggled. Caleb pats his head as his son leans closer to him.

You felt guilty in kicking your boys outside, especially since Caleb still needs to recover from his back injury, but you were tired. You slept immediately after kicking them out and woke up again hours later, and it was late night already. You go out of the room and see a fort being formed, with the father and son sleeping inside and Connor cuddling to Caleb. Your heart fluttered. They look so cute as you get your phone to take a photo of them, your two boys who look alike. You then went inside gently to lie beside Connor, with him in the middle between you and Caleb. You smiled warmly as you cuddled Connor before quickly falling asleep. You didn’t realize that Caleb’s arm flexed to get you closer to them, enveloping his wife and son.

[dianneking]

On The Seashore (Brienne x Reader)

Hi all! For my weekly fic challenge, @scream-queenlover suggested this prompt (#2584) @promptsforthestrugglingauthor :

"I'm tired of adventures. How about we just get married and stay home?" "I'm sorry…did you just fucking propose?”

You and Brienne have been adventuring together for years, and while you enjoy the friendship and camaraderie that the two of you share, you can't help but wish for more, maybe…but is it in the cards?

Tags: Brienne x Reader, AU - Canon Divergence, Swearing, Brienne is an adventurer, Aroace spectrum, Brienne is on the aroace spectrum,  Friendly Banter, Dialogue-Heavy, Queerplatonic Vibes, Second Person POV, Reader is a woman.

I am not sure how it turned into a queerplatonic fic with a Brienne on the aro/ace spectrum but hey, happy belated aro/ace week. Link to AO3 in the title below:

On The Seashore

“I swear, if I have to shake sand from my boots one more time, I'll snap.” You grumbled, pulling once again your weathered traveling boots on your feet. 

“Might I remind you that getting this close to the coastline was your idea, milady?” 

“Brienne, it's been three years we're on the road together, how many times do I have to tell you to just call me by my name?” 

You could see her lips slightly tilting upwards and you knew her dry wit was about to come out to play once more.

“One more time, milady.”

You snorted. “One more time, my ass. I haven't been a lady since we took to the road. Just a common adventurer, that's all.”

“There's absolutely nothing common about you, milady, and if anyone dares to even imply anything of the sort, I'd be ready to duel them.” 

“Yeah we've learned that in Sandstone with that one guy who was a little bit too friendly…”

“He grabbed your arm!” 

“I know but we were trying to keep a low profile and you beating him up didn't really…”

“He insulted your honor! And mine too!”

You sighed. “Yes I know. Let's try not to beat anyone up in this village though. I'd like to lay low for a while.” 

“Well we still have half a day of walking in front of us before we get there, that is, if Your Grace doesn't keep stopping every ten minutes to shake sand off your precious feet.”

“Well excuse me for not wanting the whole beach in my boots.” 

The two of you kept going towards the village, bickering as you had become accustomed to over the time spent together. 

“This must be heaven!” You kicked your feet up, forgetting your previous adversity for the sand, your boots next to your wicker seat in the cool shade of the palm trees. 

“You have pretty low standards for the afterlife, milady, if all you require is a seat in the shade.” 

“Brienne! Was your mission successful?” 

You looked up at her silhouette, the sun behind her transforming her short hair in a golden halo. She looked even more like a goddess than usual.

“I have drinks and I have work opportunities so yes, I'd say my mission was indeed successful. And no duels yet, so you can rest easily.”

She handed you a tankard, keeping the second one in her hand. 

You lost no time chugging down the first half in a long sip.

“Ahhhhhh now that's something that was sorely missing in my heaven. A drink! I could kiss you right now, Brienne!”

She did not reply, taking a sip of her own tankard, but as she sat down in the wicker chair next to your own, you noticed her ears were slightly pinker. How had she managed to get sunburned in such a short time? Oh well, she was very fair-skinned so it probably took very little. That might be why she always had her hood or her helmet on most days. But the Dornian heat and the quiet reputation of this village had convinced even the uptight Brienne of Tarth to lighten her kit. 

“So you were talking about work?” 

She swallowed her drink and replied, her voice uncharacteristically flustered:

“Yes. Hmm, well, they're looking for night guards for their granary. They've had quite the bountiful harvest and they want to keep it safe until the village fair.”

“Are there actual threats to the granary?” 

“Not really. Seems to be mostly a precaution.”

“So a cushy gig. How's the pay?” 

“Not great, but they'd let us stay here at this cottage on the beach for free and add one golden coin each per week.”

“Sunshine, the seaside, free lodging and decent pay? Sign me up for life!”

“What about your beloved adventures? What about being a free spirit and roaming the world?”

"I'm tired of adventures. How about we just get married and stay here?"

The silence that followed alerted you that something was wrong. You turned to your companion.

“Brienne?”

She was looking at you as if you had sprouted a second head. 

"I'm sorry...did you just fucking propose?”

Woah. Brienne of Tarth, swearing? That was almost unheard of from your very proper companion, and only in very serious situations. 

Not that you’d mind. Marrying her, that is. Quite the contrary. The past three years had easily been the happiest of your life, and you knew it had to do with her. Her constant presence by your side, her dry humor, her unwavering support and loyalty…she had become a column you hadn’t even realized how much you were leaning against until you took a step back and allowed yourself to admire her. And she was beautiful. Gods, was she beautiful. 

You set your tankard down beside your chair, and turned to her, lifting your chin, fixing your eyes in hers with equal parts trepidation and boldness. 

“What if I did?” 

“This is not a subject for jesting, milady!”

“Who said I was jesting? And for all the Gods, stop calling me milady like I am some sort of court princess.”

“But you cannot...We wouldn’t…We’re two women!” 

“Believe me, I noticed.” You smirked up at her, letting your eyes roam her tall figure, allowing her to see the appreciation in your eyes. She spluttered, her face turning a bright red that had no correlation with her previous sun exposure. (Had her reddened ears from before also been…oh. Well. Who’d have known. You might even have a chance then.)

“Milady! I…That’s not appropriate! The law doesn’t-”

“Brienne. For once, this is not about the law, religion, traditions, nor customs.” You stood up, and placed your hands on the armrests of her seat, boxing her in. Tall as she was, her head was level with yours. You had never been so close to her. You could see beads of perspiration crowning her forehead, you could drown in the blueness of her eyes, wide open in shock, both at your boldness and at your closeness.

She hadn’t pushed you away though. That had to count for something.

“Brienne?”

“Y-yes?” Her voice was barely more than a whisper, hesitant and softer than you’d ever heard before. This was not Brienne the warrior speaking. She was Brienne the woman. 

The woman you’d fallen for. 

“I am going to tell you something. You just say the word, and we won’t have to talk about this again. We’ll go back to our adventuring as it was before and nothing will have changed. But I don’t want you to think this is some sort of joke. I am serious.”

She nodded, and you could see her lower lip quivering slightly, and her eyes widening even more. 

“There’s nobody else in the whole world I would like to spend the rest of my life with. Nobody else I would gladly take an arrow for, nobody else I want to guard my back as I guard theirs. If there’s anything that the past three years have taught me is that my days of lonely wandering are done, as long as I can have you by my side. Would…would you consider becoming more than just traveling companions?”

She bit her lip, and let her gaze drop to her knees, as if unable to look you in the eyes anymore.

Oh. 

The silence stretched for what felt like ages. The usually pleasant sounds of waves crashing against the seashore and seagulls crying out to each other felt like a dissonant song to your ears, when all you wanted to hear was her voice.

But you guessed her silence was telling you all there was to know. 

“Very well.” You tried to keep the disappointment out of your voice as you straightened up, hands detaching from the wicker armrests, setting your companion free once again. “I’ll just… go check the water’s temperature. Be back in a bit.” 

You almost scoffed at yourself. Sure. Check the water temperature. Like you gave a damn about the ocean right now. It could all dry up for all you cared. 

You resisted the urge to kick at the sand in anger and frustration though. Mainly because you knew Brienne could be watching you, and you wanted to keep what little decorum you could. How could you be so stupid? To think that she might return your feelings, that you might have a chance with her. Ha. Clearly the blazing sun of Dorne had burnt off your common sense. 

You let the cool seawater lap at your bare feet, forcing yourself to look at the horizon and take a deep breath of salty breeze. 

It was okay. You’d gone through heartbreak before. You’d move on. 

Another deep intake of breath.

You would not allow those tears that you felt prickling at your eyelids to fall. You were a grown woman. An adventurer. Not a silly girl with a crush. 

A third breath. You closed your eyes, focusing on the sounds of seagulls, trying to shove all the feelings back in the little blackened and beaten container you called heart. 

“Nobody has ever told me that.”

“HOLY SH- Brienne, you almost gave me a heart attack!” You twirled towards her, a hand on your chest as you tried to get your breathing back in control. How a woman of her size had managed to sneak behind you without you noticing was a testament both to her athleticism and to how out of it you were.

She pinned you with her gaze, hard and unflinching. The soft, blushing Brienne was gone. This was Brienne the warrior, once again. You realized you had fallen for her, too. 

“Nobody has ever…wanted me.” She said that as if it was part question, part accusation. You didn’t know what to make of it. You shrugged.

“Well, apparently they’re all dumb as rocks and with no functioning eyes.”

She snorted. An inelegant sound that you found as endearing as the rest of her. 

“Seriously, Brienne. You probably have a lot of people that admire you from afar. I’m just the one with the least amount of self-preservation instincts of them all.”

“You seem to have been doing pretty well so far.”

“Well, if you don’t smite me for daring to punch above my weight, I should live to see another day!” You smiled up at her, cheekily, trying to lighten up the mood. You weren’t going to give up on the friendship and camaraderie you two had built together just because your advances had been turned down. A fool, you might be, but not an utter imbecile. 

You could see her lips pull up at the corners in a tiny but unmistakable smile at your antics.

“There it is! The smile of mercy! I shall live somewhat longer! Yay!”

She shook her head and gave you a small shove, almost throwing you completely off-balance. 

“You’re impossible, you know that?”

“I’ll take impossible as a title over milady anytime, so yep, that’s who I am! Also, please don’t throw me into the ocean, I can’t swim.”

“You can’t?”

“Nope! I’m a land rat, not a sea rat. Can you?”

“Of course! Everyone on Tarth learns how to.”

“Well, you’ll have to teach me at some point, but throwing me in is not how I’d like to go about it, thank you very much.”

Her hand landed on your shoulder, gripping it strongly, and you looked up to see that the smile had gone, and her expression was now closed off, and serious. 

“I…wouldn’t be opposed to it.” She ground out, as if it was physically difficult for her to even say it. 

“To teaching me how to swim?”

“No, to a… relationship. I…I like to spend time with you.” She looked like she was telling the truth but also like she was extremely uncomfortable doing so. You felt your heart break again, this time for her.

“As do I, but we can still have that. This is not an ultimatum, Brienne, I would never put you in that position.” Just the thought she would be willing to start a relationship she clearly wasn’t keen on not to lose your company was…both horrifying and heartwarming, to be honest. 

“It’s not that. I…I am not good with…romance. It doesn’t come as easy to me as it seems to be for other people. I don’t know how to go about it.”

You put your own hand on top of hers, on your shoulder, trying to find the right words.

“Hey. There is no right or wrong way. And there is no hurry. We can give it a try and see where it goes. If not, we’ll just be good friends that adventure together, alright?”

She seemed to ponder this, her eyes on your hand covering her own. You gave her the time to do so. 

“I would like that.”

You smiled tenderly up at her. This was so hard for her, always used to be the paradigm of perfection, of valor, of morals. The fact that she was able to challenge herself enough to go out on a limb with a relationship for you, of all people, made your heart skip a beat in your chest. 

“We will take things as slowly as you’d like, and you feel free to tell me at any time if you’re uncomfortable, okay?”

You could see the tension leave her eyes, and her face opened up in a hopeful smile. 

“You’d do that…for me?”

“But of course! We have all the time in the world, milady!” You smirked, throwing the title back at her and seeing her resigned grimace at the nickname.

“No more miladys, alright?” 

“That’s what I’ve been saying for years! Now. That drink is getting warm and that’s not something we can allow. Shall we?”

You gallantly offered her your hand to hold in a very bad imitation of a nobleman asking a woman at court to dance.  She shook her head, but accepted your hand, and you both turned your back to the sun, looking at your conjoined shadows on the sand in front of you with a look of incredulous joy on both of your faces. 

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