#the shooting is so beautiful. every scene looks like a painting

[linusbenjamin]

Sameen, if you even think I'm gonna let you— Oh, for God's sakes.

[iluvmattsbeard]

kiss me (m.s)

master list

matt sturniolo x reader

warnings: none!

preview: you were the odd one out from the group. nobody really paid attention to you and you were aware you weren't a sight for sore eyes. never anybody's choice. little did you know someone saw something in you.

a/n: this imagine is sort of based off 'she's all that', not entirely, but that's where I got inspo to write this! listen to the song for the full effect lmao. enjoy!

"alright people! prom is coming up! make sure to purchase your tickets in the auditorium if you're planning to come! tickets at its lowest price!" you hear over the inner come. you didn't even bat an eye at the announcement. you never understood the fascination in prom. the fancy dresses, the excitement of being prom queen, and etc. it was not your scene.

your thoughts were interrupted by someone shaking you. "y/n! are you excited? our last prom!" Nick says excitedly still shaking you. you look at him with a still face. "totally." you respond sarcastically. you watch him frown as he responds, "oh come on y/n. why are you being sarcastic?" you sigh, "you know this isn't my type of thing." you respond. "you got that right." Chris blurts out. you weren't even fazed by it. Nick shoots him a sharp glare, "don't be rude."

"no he's right Nick, I am not someone who should be at prom." you say. all Nick does is roll his eyes, "everyone is welcomed at prom. can you at least think about it?" he says with a small pout.

you let out a small laugh, "maybe. now stop bugging me about it." all he does is nod and smile. the bell rings initiating that lunch is now over.

Matt's POV

i was sat at the dinner table, right next to Chris, as we ate our food in silence. our parents were out doing something so we ended up getting raising cane's. Nick and Chris started bickering when Chris asked him for some fries. "you can't have any since you were being rude earlier." Nick sternly says, pulling his fries closer to him. "dude she said it herself she doesn't belong at prom." Chris replies trying to reach for his fries. “how can you act like that? y/n has feelings you know.” i said as both of them look at me. “you care why?” Chris asks with an eyebrow raised. “because Nick doesn’t owe you any fries.” i reply. Nick looks at Chris with a face as he goes “ha ha”. I had to agree with Nick on this one. Chris’ reply to what y/n said earlier was uncalled for. she didn't need his opinion.

i don't get how she doesn't think she belongs at the event. I always overheard her conversations with Nick and Madi. she always thought of herself as the odd one out. I never thought that. so what if she didn't look like every other girl? to me, I thought she was beautiful in her own unique way. i'd be teased if anybody found out I thought that. but it was nothing but the truth. I couldn't tell her that. I knew she was just too focused with school to even care what I had to say anyways.

End of Matt's POV

*time skips to the week before prom*

it was a Friday evening. you were at Nick's house sitting on his bed, right next to Madi, who was painting her toe nails. "have you given any thought about prom?" Nick says as he's holding his suit and tie against his body in front of the mirror. you let out a groan, "no nick. what is so exciting about it?" you respond. Madi and Nick look at each other then back at you, "maybe because this is the last time you'll have the opportunity to dress up and kill it on the dance floor." Nick says doing a little dance. you shake your head letting out a small laugh. "yeah I don't know about that one." you say, “i think prom is just an excuse for a guy to get into a girl’s pants.” you continue. “if you hang with the right people, like me and Madi, you will avoid that.” Nick says.

you see Madi stand up with her toes pointed up. you and Nick laugh at the scene. "what? I don't want to ruin the paint!" she says with a giggle. you see her reach down to her bag as she pulls out three tickets. "don't tell me the third one is for me." you say, shaking your head slowly.

all Madi does is smile waving it in front of her, looking at Nick, then the both of them looking at you, "you know it is!" they say in sync. you cover your face with your hands shaking your head. you felt defeated. Nick sits right next to you speaking, "it will be fun trust me! you have to take advantage of every moment." "I don't know how to dance, I don't do makeup, and I have nothing to wear." you exclaim.

"don't worry y/n. I got you I promise!" Madi says with the biggest smile on her face. you let out a sigh. what did you get yourself into? Nick gets up doing another little dance, "y/n is going to prom! y/n is going to prom!" he says in a sing song voice as Madi joins along.

Matt's POV

as I was walking down the hall, I over hear Nick and Madi practically singing over and over again. I got closer to Nick's bedroom door as I hear them say, "y/n is going to prom!" I laugh quietly at the chants. they actually convinced her. i'm glad they did. now i wont be the only one not enjoying the experience since Chris is dragging me along. maybe y/n and I will bond over the dreadful experience.

my thought was interrupted by the door opening. my eyes land on y/n. "oh hi Matt." she says with a soft smile. I couldn't help but smile back. I analyzed her face. she had prominent freckles I had never seen before. maybe because I haven't really paid attention. I laugh softly to myself noticing how big her glasses were against her face. they were slightly slipping a bit from the bridge of her nose.

"what's so funny?" she says, raising an eyebrow. I kept a smile, pushing her glasses back up delicately, “nothing.” i say as I turn around to walk away.

as I laid down in bed, closing my eyes, all that popped into my head was her face. the freckles, the soft smile, and the glasses. how could she not realize I notice her? she always talked about how she could never be a first choice. but to me? in a crowd of people I would look at her first. even though I just pointed out that she had freckles, i've never seen, I knew little things she did. like when she laughs she covers her face, when she drinks a beverage she sticks out her pinky finger, and when she's stuck on something she scratches her head a little from frustration. I open my eyes staring at the dark ceiling, smiling at the thought of her. I let out a small sigh. if only she knew.

End of Matt's POV

it was the day before prom. after school, you, Nick, and Madi end up at a little boutique looking for the perfect dress for you. you looked around feeling hopeless. everything looked too much for your liking. "how about this one?" Madi says holding up a pink sparkly long dress with off the shoulder sleeves. you shake your head indicating a 'no'. pink was not your ideal color. you felt like it was too bold.

Nick then walks over with a handful of dresses. "oh my goodness." you spoke, "Nick that is a lot." all he does is smile shaking his head, "come on! try these on!" he says. you hesitate for a bit as you grab the dresses from his hands, walking into the dressing room.

after a few dresses, you were still feeling hopeless. "this isn't working guys." Madi and Nick look at you wearing a green dress with a scrunch on their faces. "yeah no definitely not that one." Nick says. you sit down looking around. your eyes catch a beautiful simple white dress. you get up and walk over to it. "I mean hey. simple is timeless." Madi says smiling. "try it on!" she continues. you nod your head as you walk back into the dressing room. you slip into the dress looking in the mirror. you look up and down at yourself with a smile. Madi was right. simple is timeless. you walk out the dressing room as Nick and Madi cover their mouths in sync. "you are definitely wearing that dress!" Madi squeals in excitement. "definitely! you look beautiful in it y/n." Nick says pretending to sniffle, which caused all three of you to laugh.

Y/n's POV

today was the day. the day I've been dreading. prom night. I stand in front of the white dress I picked out slowly running my hand down it. I let out a small breath as I shake off my nerves. "alright lets do this." I say looking at Madi and Nick who were behind me.

Madi was already done getting ready, so was Nick. Madi was in this beautiful purple corset dress and Nick was wearing a suit with his tie matching the shade of purple of Madi's dress. she sits me down quickly, taking off my glasses, and putting my hair up to get it out of my face. “trust me. you will look like a work of art.” she says smiling at me. me and Nick just laugh. she starts doing my makeup. i've never done my makeup before. I told her I wanted it as simple as possible. which she did.

she hands me a hand held mirror as I look into it. my eyes widen at myself. "Madi... you actually made me look... pretty." I say quietly. she giggles, "more like gorgeous!" she says. Nick then pretends to sniffle, "oh my goodness. our baby girl is growing up so fast." he says. me and Madi laugh at his choice of words. "thank you so much Madi." I stand up hugging her. "don't thank me! it’s literally just your face that’s perfection." she says grabbing my dress, "now, put it on!" she says with a smile clapping her hands excitedly.

i laugh at her actions and grab the dress. I go into the bathroom to change.

End of Y/n's POV

you finally were ready for the night you never expected to attend. you look at yourself one final time in the mirror smiling. "here we go." you whisper to yourself before picking up your heels.

downstairs, Matt and Chris were struggling to do their ties. Nick gets downstairs and sees them. "i'll help with that." he says walking up to the boys. "thank you." Matt and Chris say in unison. "are we all ready to go?" Chris says looking around. Madi steps down the stairs clearing her throat. "where's y/n?" Chris says.

"she will be down in a second. but first! I would like to say, this is my favorite masterpiece yet!" Madi exclaims smiling. "okay well get her down here." Chris says with an eyebrow raised. Madi looks up the stairs and yells out, "oh y/n! get your cute butt down here!" everyone laughs as Madi steps down completely from the stair case. steps now can be heard going down slowly. Chris stares with his jaw dropped. Matt looks up as he freezes in his place with his mouth agape.

Matt's POV

as I looked up at the stairs and see her, all I could do was stay still taking in a gulp. she was beautiful. she lets a small smile appear on her face. i couldn't take my eyes off of her.

End of Matt's POV

as you step down slowly, you stumble a bit at the end of the stairs as Madi quickly holds on to your hand. "still learning to walk in these." you let out a nervous laugh. Chris repeats his question, "how?!" Nick rolls his eyes, "don't ask stupid questions."

everyone, except you and Matt, step outside preparing to leave. you had your glasses in your hand, placing them down on the counter. Matt rubs the back of his neck slightly, "uh hey." you hear him say. "hi Matt.” you say turning around looking at him up and down, “you look really good." you say smiling. "thank you. you look- uh-good too." he stutters out a bit. you let out a small laugh as you thank him. "lets go!" Nick shouts.

*time skips to the prom*

you all walk inside as you look around at everyone. there was loud music blasting and you see couples dancing up against each other. you cringe at the sight. Chris walks off meeting his buddies. Madi and Nick grab your hands pulling you onto the dance floor. you shake your head quickly as they both laugh. "let's dance the night away!" Madi screams out. you kind of just stood there not knowing what to do. but you swayed a little to the music. Nick was going all out making you laugh. "okay Nick! work it!" Madi shouts smiling.

“wait wait wait!” Nick stops in his place a little breathless. “let’s go get our photos taken before we look like a mess from all of this dancing.” he says. you and Madi nod walking with Nick towards the photographer waiting in line. you were still feeling anxious about what could happen tonight. you didn’t want to make a complete fool out of yourself.

you catch a glimpse at the photographer. it was your math teacher, ms. rose. as you guys were next you couldn’t help but notice her face. “y/n? is that you?” ms. rose says smiling. you nod smiling back, “hello ms. rose.” “i’m glad you made it!” she says looking around. “did you bring a date?” she asks excitedly. you shake your head quickly, “absolutely not.” all she does is laugh and prepares to take a picture. “alright pose!” she exclaims. i was in the middle of Madi and Nick, all of us smiling for the camera. “beautiful!” ms. rose says as she snaps the picture.

Matt grabs a drink looking around. his eyes locks on you taking a sip from his drink. he watches as you smile for the picture. he smiles admiringly. he couldn’t help but stare at you.

as time passes by you decided to step off the dance floor. you were feeling a bit overwhelmed. especially because you couldn't shake off the thought of how stupid you look trying to dance. you grab a water as you step outside. as you're walking around for a bit you notice Matt sitting in the outside courtyard. you decided to go keep him company. you sit next to him as he looks at you. "what's on your mind?" you say looking up at the moonlit sky. "not much. what are you doing out here?" he asks still looking at you. "I was feeling overwhelmed. which I feel bad because I know Madi and Nick have been waiting for this night and I just left." you respond. “well how about you? you can't just think about what they want." Matt says trying to read your face. "well, I didn't want to come in the first place." you laugh softly, "I feel stupid on the dance floor." you finish speaking. “you weren’t bad.” he says, “but it did look a little forced.” he says causing you both to laugh.

still looking at the sky, Matt suddenly stands up, stepping in front of you, holding his hand out. you look up at him taken a back. "what are you doing?" you ask softly. "I want to make this experience memorable for you." he says with his heart beating fast. you gulp as you take his hand gently. you stand up holding his hand as he pulls you into a slow dance position. your arms wrapped around his neck, while his hands rest on your hips. "i-i don't know how to do this." you say nervously, avoiding eye contact. "don't worry. just follow my steps." he says reassuringly with a smile. you nod as you look at your guys' feet. you accidentally step on him. "oh- i'm sorry." you say biting your lip softly.

"maybe you should look up at me. it'll distract you from your feet." he whispers. you do as he says. you look up up at him already looking down at you. you look into his eyes having your throat swallow. your heart was pounding. "hi" he whispers. you felt the nerves go away from the sound of his voice. "hey" you whisper back. it was quiet for a bit as you both sway from the faded music coming from the gym. you notice him analyze your face as you do the same at him. you never really looked at Matt in the way you were feeling in this very moment. your chests nearly touching, his hands caressing your hips softly, and the eye contact. it was making your stomach flutter.

"you know how you said you don't feel like you belong here?" he whispers. you nod waiting for what he has to say next. "well i'm glad you're here." he says not breaking eye contact. the light from the moon shines on his face.

"really?" you whisper. "yes really y/n." he pulls away a bit, "I'm always happy when you're around. even if you don't notice." he says. you couldn't hide your smile. this whole time you felt like nobody's choice. when this whole time the person who wanted you the most was right in front of you. "can I kiss you?" he says softly.

"kiss me." you whisper back. he grabs you by your face gently, pulling you into a soft deep kiss. you felt yourself melt under his touch making you both lean back, having him dip you slightly, still attached by the lips. you couldn't believe this was happening.

when you both finally pull away, you both look at each other breathless, shortly laughing after. "let's head back inside?" you ask smiling. "one second" he answers putting his hand in his pocket, taking out your glasses. you look at them with confusion. he steps closer to you placing them on your face gently, taking a step back smiling. "perfect." he says. you laugh at his actions and grab his hand walking back inside to the loud music with your mind now replaying the perfect moment that just had happened outside.

you and Matt head over to the dance floor once the song “Kiss Me” starts playing hand in hand as you repeat what happened outside. “what a perfect song.” Matt says with a soft laugh. “well you have no choice but to listen to the song.” you say as the song says ‘so kiss me’. he smiles pulling you in closer kissing you with his soft lips.

“i thought you didn’t have a date?” you hear a familiar voice shout out. you both pull away as you look at your math teacher noticing a smile on her face with her arms crossed. “now she does!” Matt shouts back happily.

a/n: this took me a while to write but somehow seems so short lmao. I loved writing this! I hope you enjoyed reading. likes, comments, and reblogs are very appreciated! follow for more imagines!

[toruro]

sweet balcony sex with husband!mingyu as you watch the sunrise together!!!

what a view

pairing. k. mingyu x reader tags. smut, semi public

“oh my god,” you breath out, head falling to metal bar of the balcony railing. “oh my god,” you repeat again when you feel your husband’s cock batter against that one spot that has your back arching into his touch.

"quiet," mingyu hisses, using one hand to clamp over your mouth as you let out yet another obscene moan. "wouldn't want people wakin' up to see you being fucked out on this balcony," he warns, and the coarse language shoots pleasure straight down to your core.

"m-mingyu-ha—mingyu," you manage out through his hand, gripping the bar as tightly as you can when you bring up your head to look over the scene of the ocean in front of you.

the sky was painted a pretty purple when mingyu woke you up to eat you out against the sheets, the hues turning slightly orange when he dragged you out of bed to bend you over the balcony railing and proceed to fuck you into the next dimension.

now, he's whispering into your neck to look up at the sunrise, and see how beautiful it is, to take in the moment, as if you can manage to think about anything else other than his cock filling you up.

"feels so good gyu," you gasp out when his hand snakes his way down in front of you and rubs roughly at your clit with a chuckle.

"you like that? my pretty wife likes this? wants to put on a show for the whole damn resort?" he grunts, slamming into you harder. the sounds you're both making are down right filthy and anyone walking on the ground below might be able to tell what was going on, even if there is still a shirt over your head.

"yeah gyu," you nod along dumbly. "love this, love you."

mingyu grins at the confession, although, it isn't like he doesn't already know. glancing down at your fingers—knuckles white from gripping so tightly—he catches the beautiful glint of the rising sun flicker off of your engagement ring and fuck—his eyes roll to the back of his head, cock burying deeper inside of you.

swiping a tongue over his lips as he watches your body jerk with every slam of his hips, something warm bubbles up inside of him as both of you near your impending orgasms.

"love you," he finally grunts out, punctuating his words with sharp and erratic thrusts. "so. fuckin'. much."

eyes flickering between you and the sunrise over the ocean, mingyu knows in this moment that you're just as crazy for him as he is for you, and that is all that he needs.

[cultrise]

sigma and dazai have been on my mind for a WHILE. which, obviously, has resulted into uhm,,, unholy thoughts ᡣ𐭩 NSFW

therefore, imagine dazai taking you from the back, pounding into you and abusing your cervix with every thrust as you suck sigma off <3

and dazai is not making it easy for you to please sigma because he’s fucking you dumb, holding onto your hips like he’s holding on for dear life,, which he isn’t known to do. and sigma? sigma is a blushing mess. one hand lovingly on your head as you bob it up and down on his length, the other one across his mouth as he tries to hide his moans.

and dazai just speaks pure filth to you, smacks your ass and everything while sigma lets out quiet “fuck” ‘s and whines. dazai slides his hand down, rubbing your clit with one hand as you moan out loud, gripping the sheets. the dark haired man lets out a chuckle, pressing his lips to your ear “you like the way i’m fucking you, beautiful? feel good? don’t forget about my friend over there, okay?” he kisses your temple as he gestures to sigma.

and sigma’s ears go red “no no, it’s fine i— oh f..fuck” he tries to say before you lick his dripping tip. your eyes trail up to him, a silent chuckle vibrating against his sensitive cock as he whines, closing his eyes and looking away. “look at the effect you have over him, pretty girl. got him wrapped around your finger, don’t you?” dazai coos as he caresses your back, hips slapping against your ass.

and god, aren’t you just so beautiful? aren’t you just handling them both so well? that’s part of the filthy shit dazai whispers to you as he rubs your swollen clit, thrusting himself balls deep into you. and sigma agrees. he’s not going to say it out loud,, he’s too shy for it. but with the way you’re taking care of his hard-on, he could very well pass out.

your fingers trace patterns on sigma’s thighs, making him get louder, more vocal as he gets closer to reaching his peak. dazai, on the other hand, is aiming towards making you cum. he wants to see you fall apart because of him, wants you to know nobody else can fuck you this good. so he pulls out, like the annoying cunt he is and watches your hole gape and clench around nothing, making you whine impatiently.

“come on. let her have it” sigma says as he watches you squirm. dazai chuckles, a cocky smile appearing his lips “oh? think she’s not gonna make you cum if i don’t fuck her?” he teases as sigma rolls his eyes with a blush. “osamu.. please” you whine, looking back at him as he catches your jaw between his fingers.

“awww.. can’t refuse you when you ask me so nicely, belladonna. want me to fuck you stupid?” you nod impatiently, hand lazily pumping sigma as he watches the whole scene. dazai applies a sweet kiss to your lips, pulling away with a bite to your bottom lip. “only for you, pretty” dazai says with a wink as he parts himself away from you, slamming himself back into you.

soon enough your body shakes violently, as you yell his name. sigma takes a bolder approach, reaching for your face as he muffles your moans with a sweet kiss, tongue swirling against dazai’s previous bite. as you reach your high, dazai groans, gripping your hips tightly before painting your walls white with his thick cum, pulling out and watching it drip out from your aching hole.

your hand moves down to sigma’s dick as he whines against your lips, pumping his length before parting away from him “need you to cum too” and sigma bites his lip as you and dazai’s piercing eyes watch him. unfortunately for him, being watched only made his cock twitch in your hand as he gripped the sheets of the bed.

you got to work quick enough, kissing and licking at his sensitive tip as he begged for you to let him have it. his hips push up, fucking your fist as you chuckle, watching him rub himself in the palm of your hand “good boy, sigma. doing so well” and he whines, closing his eyes and throwing his head back before sticky ropes of cum shoot out from his mushroom-tip.

soon after you’re squished between the two as they kiss, praise and caress your body, taking care of you and making sure you aren’t hurting. sigma cannot stop thanking you, dazai cannot stop kissing all over you,, you’re so pampered, you’re their princess. until.. you know.. dazai decides to speak up.

“so… up for round two?”

“osamu, shut up”

© cultrise | don’t steal, copy or translate my works.

[tarjapearce]

Lips anon! Reader gifting Miguel a nude portrait. He was expecting literally everything but that and had to double take for the first time in years. It's certainly not a bad surprise. Quite the opposite really 🤭

Straight to the beginning of his private collection, for his eyes only. He does his own commission later 🤭

🤭🤭🤭❤️ (Im adding the read more from now on to make it easier to navigate through the blurbs ✨~)

Portrait inspired by this one 👀

Sighing, you scrolled through your phone, trying to get a perfect gift for Miguel. Mugs? No. He had a little collection on his own and always ended up using the same red and blue one Gabi had given him on Father's Day, stylographic pens? He barely used them. Probably more t shirts his size since you were using them more than he was.

Giggling at the thought your fingers typed the idea. And then, it came like a revelation. That scene of the Titanic, replayed in your watch list. A drawing perhaps? No. A painting. A painting shall be. You kicked feet and squealed for yourself as Miguel only watched you curiously.

"What are you up to?"

Giggling you shook your head.

"A little secret."

-----

The studio painting was a professional one that did exactly as they had advertised, portraits and nsfw portraits for couples. Despite the initial nervousness and lack of confidence, the woman in charge of your portrait cheered you up. First, they would take pictures to capture your form. Then you'd have to decide the the theme.

Reinassance. It was impossible to not love it.

A small scenery was set up, and soon, your pictures were taken and they'd tell you that the painting would be ready in a week.

You certainly couldn't wait, but you knew that the gift was going to worth the wait.

----

The doorbell rang and you shoot up from the seat to receive the package. The painting was a medium sized canvas, carefully wrapped in a box with a bow. Your body erupted with thrill, upon seeing the portrait. You looked like you really belonged to that era and someone had taken you as a muse.

You seemed natural even, it was gorgeous. Couldn't wait for Miguel to see it. You wrapped the thing back and placed it on his office's desk. With a

"For your eyes only" a little heart at the end of it scribbled.

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Miguel came from work, shoulders slumped with an 'I need coffee' face. You kissed him welcome but remained quiet on your little endeavor.

He disappeared into the bedroom to change and then he went to his office. Your nerves wrecked as you heard the rustling from the box. And then silence.

In fact, Miguel was a bit weirded out by the white box laced in a bright red bow in the middle of his desk. He had read the note and bit by bit unwrapped the portrait.

His eyes widened in surprise and his mouth gaped. Every curve he knew like the back of his palm was painted with such delicacy that made his heart and something else throb. His cheeks grew warmer and his breath hitched for a second. Stunning. It was erotic and artistic. So so beautiful. You peeked in from the doorframe and giggled at his reaction.

"Ven pa'cá" (C'mere)

You approached him with a bashful smile.

"You like it?" Large arms hoarded you to then sit you on his lap as he brought the portrait to his eyes once more.

"More than that. Finally someone paints you the way I see you."

Your hands covered your face in embarrassment

"Ah stop it. Just thought it was a good gift."

"The best so far." He kissed you and looked at the portrait again, "Just look at you. Toda preciosa y mía." (All precious and mines)

You hugged him and nested your head on the crook of his neck.

"Love you."

"También te amo, chaparrita."

[khrollos]

ミღ views — atsumu x reader

genre. smut (18+ / mdni), semi public a/n. i'm lazy :3 but also have been feeling like i should post just a lil more on this blog so i just took one of my mingyu drabbles and slapped atsumu on it instead

“oh my god,” you breath out, head falling to metal bar of the balcony railing. “oh my god,” you repeat again when you feel your husband’s cock batter against that one spot that has your back arching into his touch.

“quiet,” atsumu hisses, using one hand to clamp over your mouth as you let out yet another obscene moan. “wouldn’t want people wakin’ up to see you being fucked out on this balcony,” he warns, and the coarse language shoots pleasure straight down to your core.

“'ts-tsumu-ha—atsumu,” you manage out through his hand, gripping the bar as tightly as you can when you bring up your head to look over the scene of the ocean in front of you.

the sky was painted a pretty purple when atsumu woke you up to eat you out against the sheets, the hues turning slightly orange when he dragged you out of bed to bend you over the balcony railing and proceed to fuck you into the next dimension.

now, he’s whispering into your neck to look up at the sunrise, and see how beautiful it is, to take in the moment, as if you can manage to think about anything else other than his cock filling you up.

“feels so good 'tsumu,” you gasp out when his hand snakes his way down in front of you and rubs roughly at your clit with a chuckle.

“you like that? my pretty wife likes this? wants to put on a show for the whole damn resort?” he grunts, slamming into you harder. the sounds you’re both making are down right filthy and anyone walking on the ground below might be able to tell what was going on, even if there is still a shirt over your head.

“yeah 'sumu,” you nod along dumbly. “love this, love you.”

atsumu grins at the confession, although, it isn’t like he doesn’t already know. glancing down at your fingers—knuckles white from gripping so tightly—he catches the beautiful glint of the rising sun flicker off of your engagement ring and fuck—his eyes roll to the back of his head, cock burying deeper inside of you.

swiping a tongue over his lips as he watches your body jerk with every slam of his hips, something warm bubbles up inside of him as both of you near your impending orgasms.

“love you,” he finally grunts out, punctuating his words with sharp and erratic thrusts. “so. fuckin’. much.”

eyes flickering between you and the sunrise over the ocean, atsumu knows in this moment that you’re just as crazy for him as he is for you, and that is all that he needs.

[prythianpages]

The Sun & the Moon | Rhysand x Reader

summary: Rhysand wants to write you the perfect poem for Valentine's Day and calls up Cassian and Azriel for help.

warnings: fluff and some implied smut/mainly suggestive tones.

Happy Valentine's Day! ♡

a/n: So I got a little ahead of myself because this can be read as a stand alone (all you have to know is that reader is a healer from Dawn Court.) But it is a part of my Wanna Be Yours series. All because I saw this tiktok sound of this poem and found it so beautiful. I did not write this poem, all credit goes to this creator. I also wanted to write a scene of Rhys struggling to write a poem (I had some saved on pinterest) in part two but had to scrap the scene out for other ones. Now, it's a win-win situation. Don't worry, there are not really spoilers in here for what I have planned. Just know this takes place after their happy ending (:

Valentine’s Day is approaching and Rhysand finds himself facing an unprecedented dilemma. Getting you a gift. A gift as special and perfect as you.

The pressure is high, and the responsibility lies squarely on his shoulders, particularly given the mating gift he presented to you. An expansive estate, where everything–the architecture, the decor, and furniture seamlessly marries the celestial essence of the sun and moon. The grand house paints an exquisite portrait of dawn, reflecting the enchanting blend of your old court and now new one.

So naturally, given his stress, he calls upon his brothers for help.

“You called us here because you don’t know what to get y/n for Valentine’s? y/n, your mate?” Cassian asked, carrying a mix of amusement and disbelief.

“I thought this was important,” came from Azriel.

Rhysand shoots Azriel a pointed look. “This is important.”

Azriel raises an eyebrow while Cassian grins. The two exchange a knowing glance that hinted at a shared understanding. Just as Rhysand prepared to delve into their minds to unravel their thoughts, they turned their attention back to him, nodding in unison.

"Alright, Rhys," Cassian began, clearing his throat dramatically, "How about flowers?”

Rhysand slumps into his desk chair, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. “I get her flowers every week.”

Cassian mirrors Rhysand, seating himself on one of the chairs across from him. He throws his hands up in the air. “Then, I don’t know.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“How about you gift her something a little more sentimental?” Azriel offers. He crosses his arms deep in thought, resting his chin on one hand. “Something small but meaningful.”

Rhysand’s violet eyes light up, the silver specs in his irises glimmering like stars. “Like a poem! Y/n loves poetry."

The library in your home is stocked with a vast amount of poetry. Mainly romantic ones and then, the initial enthusiasm gives way to a fading spark.

Expressing the depth of his feelings verbally comes naturally to Rhysand. His silver-tongued declarations never fail to effortlessly convey how much you mean to him. He is the master of tone and inflection when it comes to expressing his feelings for you and when those are not enough, he loves to show you. Often. With that silver-tongue of his.

However, the transition to writing felt like a different art form altogether. It was challenging because how could he successfully capture the nuances of his love for you in writing? When he'd rather show you...

Rhysand runs a hand through his already disheveled hair, a frown creasing his face. He wants to do this for you but--

“I’ve never written a poem before.”

He looks up to Azriel for help, who in return merely shrugs with a smirk. “I don’t resort to poetry.”

“Oh! I got it!” Cassian, on the other hand, leans forward in his seat with nothing but pure mischief reflected in his gaze. “How about this? Roses are red, violets are blue. y/n, my love, I’m obsessed with you.”

The silence was loud. And then Azriel’s deep laughter fills the air. He finally takes a seat next to Cassian’s, sensing this is going to take awhile. “That is terrible.”

“Absolutely,” Rhysand agrees, his expression defeated. It doesn’t stop him from summoning a quill, ink and paper right in front of Cassian. “But jot that down...just in case.”

As the trio delved deeper into their poetic endeavors, Rhysand's frustration grew. Cassian's attempts became increasingly cheesy. Meanwhile, Azriel just sat back and watched, his shadows peeking curiously over Cassian’s and Rhysand’s papers. He would give his input when necessary, more inclined towards laughter than actually helping.

Nearly two hours later and drowning in parchment full of scribbled attempts at poetry, Rhysand lets out an exasperated sigh, finally excusing Cassian and Azriel. They leave all too quickly, slipping away before Rhysand could retract the words of dismissal that had escaped him.

There’s still a frown in his brow as his eyes graze over all the poems him and Cassian wrote together.  He couldn't bear the thought of presenting any of these creations to you. The inked words on paper seemed to mock the depth of his feelings, failing to capture his love for you.

His eyes flutter shut as he allows his thoughts to drift toward you. The clock's hands have nudged past noon, and the familiarity of your daily rhythm dances in his mind. He knows your schedule as you know his. It’s right after your lunch so he knows you’re at your desk. 

A mental portrait forms, capturing you leaning forward at your desk. Maybe a touch hunched over as you read over a patient's reports with that adorable furrow in your brow. There’s a window right behind you and given the sun is currently at its peak, he can imagine how it glows upon you like a radiant spotlight. 

And when your eyes grow tired from reading, he can already picture the way you’d lean back in your chair, spinning around to face the sun. Your eyes would be fluttering shut like his at this moment. The sun would now be shining on you, its golden hues cascading upon you in an ethereal glow where every beloved feature is highlighted. A living embodiment of warmth and brilliance.

You're his sun but you’re also his moon.

His eyes snap open, his grip on the quill tightening. Before he knows it, words are spilling effortlessly onto the blank parchment in front of him as he lets his emotions flow. He feels a tug down the bond, as if you could sense his thoughts, and with a smile, he echoes the sentiment. He couldn’t wait for you to read it.

Valentine’s day dawns a week later, and Rhysand’s excitement for you to read his poem is palpable. It took all his restraint not to give it to you as soon as he finished it.

Unfortunately, you weren’t able to take the day off. It didn’t matter as your plans for tonight were simple–just a lovely dinner together, made by Rhysand, in the privacy of your home. All that mattered is that you had tomorrow off. 

Rhysand waits for you right outside the steps of the clinic, not wanting to distract you from your last reports. He could feel your presence grow nearer and nearer through the bond. He tugs on it, a silent urge to pull you to him faster. The door opens and you’re rushing down the steps to meet him.

Throwing your arms around his neck, you bury your head into his chest, inhaling softly. He feels his heart flutter and he tightens his arms around you, holding you close in his embrace. “Hi, love,” you murmur.

He pulls away, cradling your face in his hands. He smiles and then kisses you, pouring all his love and devotion to you. A promise of what’s to come later. “Hey, beautiful. You ready to go home?”

“Always. As long as it’s with you,” you tell him,  voice still breathless as your hand effortlessly entwines with his.

Rhysand’s lips twitch and he finds himself melting at your words. Instinctively, he averts his gaze, warmth flooding his cheeks as he bites his lip. He intended to walk you home as Velaris had decorated the streets with hearts, flowers and pink garland. He gives your hand a squeeze and winnows you both directly to the comfort of your home instead.

He reluctantly lets you go so that you can wash up and change.

When you join him in the dining room, the glamor he had placed earlier lifts, revealing an exquisite dinner that has your stomach growling. Cute hearts, flowers and confetti adorn the table and walls around you, filling your heart with a cozy glow.

As his gaze lifts from the table, his eyes widen, pupils flaring.

“Come here, you,” he breathes, pushing his chair back just enough for you to have space to settle onto his lap. 

“I’m hungry,” you say, a small warning delivered with a touch of mirth. His eyes sparkle at you with an unmistakable gleam as he drags a finger up the fabric of your red dress. But your body betrays your words, leaning in to his teasing touch.

“Me too," Rhysand replies with a smirk and it's evident he's not referring to the food plated in front of you.

Your stomach growls and he chuckles, resting his hand on your waist instead. “Let’s eat then.”

The two of you dive into the dinner Rhysand made, feeding each other and catching up with one another. You’re nearly in a food coma, collapsing into Rhysand’s chest when you're done. He rests his head on your shoulder, his strong arms securing their place around your waist.

“I got you something,” he whispers against your neck, lifting his head only to speak his next words. “Well, I wrote you something.”

“You wrote something for me?”

He takes delight in the surprise and excitement in your voice. Raising a hand, he retrieves his valentine card from the pocket realm. The only place he deemed fit to hide his poem for you. He’s too busy pressing his lips against your neck, to hide the giddiness he feels inside, to notice his mistake.

“Roses are red. Violet’s are–”

“Not that one!” Rhysand exclaims, body tensing behind you as he rips it from your hands. “I did not write that one!"

You can’t help but laugh. “Then who did?”

“Cas.”

“Cassian wrote a poem for me?” You reply, eyes widening slightly as you shift in his lap to face him. You're thankful the dress you chose has a loose skirt as it allows you to move freely and settle a thigh on either side of him.

“Gods, no,” Rhysand groans, cursing himself for not discarding that poem once he had written his. He leans forward, burying his head into your chest for a moment to hide his embarrassment.

“I asked Cas and Az for help. I didn’t know what to get you because–well, you’re perfect to me and nothing could ever amount to the love I feel for you. Az suggested I give you something small but meaningful and I know how much you love poems but I’ve never written one so then–”

You interrupt Rhysand with a soft and sweet kiss. When you pull away, Rhysand chases after you but you stop him, pressing your fingers his lips. He plants a kiss on your fingers, holding your gaze.

“Let me read it. The poem you actually wrote.”

“Okay,” Rhysand breathes as he summons another red envelope from the pocket realm. He holds it out to you. “But don’t laugh.”

“Never,” you reassure him as you take the envelope, fingers eagerly tearing it open.

He watches with bated breath, a cascade of emotions swirling within him, as your eyes gracefully traverse from left to right, absorbing every emotion he poured out to you. It's endearing—the tender way your expression, while immersed in his poem, mirrors the very sentiment he wore on his face while crafting it for you. Your lips curve into a radiant smile, and the spark in your eyes begins to glisten with heartfelt tears. In that moment, he can feel the ripples through your shared bond, overwhelming and flooding with an abundance of pure, unbridled love.

“I love it,” you manage to say as you lift your gaze to meet his again. Holding the poem to your chest, you store into the safety of your pocket realm. “I’m going to frame it.”

“I love you,” Rhysand says and then kisses you. “So, so much.”

“I love you, too,” you whisper against his lips and then wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him even closer to you. “Now, it’s my turn to give you your gift.”

this is the poem:

"If the sun and moon had a baby, it would be you.

Cause you are so beautiful.

You radiate light like the sun.

And you bring me calmness like the moon.

You balance me out like the earth and that’s just the beginning of everything you do.

I think that you’re so gorgeous and sometimes it brings tears to my eyes.

Because how could I get so lucky to have someone so beautiful like you in my life.”

a/n: I thought this poem was really cute, especially given the sun/moon theme of this series. It's 11:58pm where I live so technically, I made it before Valentine's Day was over lol. I apologize if there are any typos. I tend to make them a lot and switch words out (like I caught myself writing lips instead of lap) when I'm tired. This is exactly the type of vibe i'm going for, for Rhys in this series. It's a scene from a kdrama, where the male fell hard first for the female and he's totally endeared by her. Anyway, hope you enjoyed!

tagging: @minnieoo , @phoenixgurl030 (I know this isn't part two but I tagged y'all just in case, y'all were interested ♡)

[verysium]

Hi please ignore this if you aren't taking requests but I have this very specific idea if you could do it:

Sae cheating on Model S/O with their rival model right before a big modeling competition which the now ex S/O wins and to kinda take revenge the now Ex S/O saying to the rival model "say hello to Sae for me"

I know this is super specific and it's up to you if you would like to take this request or not I'm currently looking for a modelling agency IRL

i took some creative liberties with this one. it was heavily inspired by yasmeen khan's 1001 nights. i do not know much about professional modeling, so most of the actual references are obscure. hopefully, this works for you though:

instead of a heart, you were born with a wound, a three-by-five inch gash that allowed the light to pass through.

doubt festers like an aperture, a brief shutter of the lens before your eyes blink away all uncertainty. in the confines of your dressing room, the mirror replaces your face with sloshing light, the silver streams of your reflection dripping down through stained fingers. it's nothing compared to the brightness of your screen, the damning evidence of a murder scene splattered across dry text.

who the hell is she? what do you mean? are you fucking cheating on me sae?

there's a knock on your door. it's alessandro, the stylist. his voice cuts through the silence, reedy and skin-tight. he wants to know why you've walked off mid-shoot, when you'll be back to rejoin the other girls on set. you think twice before you respond to his call, taking a deep breath before you face your interrogation.

there's blood on your gown, right above where your heart used to be. a fist-sized prism flashes within your chest, shot through with the hue of your arteries. crimson for the knife-thin glint in your eyes. poppy for the withered petals of your lips. scarlet for the salt encrusting your mouth. ruby for the iron ore of your tongue. red was always your color.

the photographers line up before you, judgement painted on their faces, both sets of eyes unblinking. tears with mascara make a good cover shoot, but a scornful lover with his other woman make for an even better story. you've long run out of tears to cry, tried your hand in the art of storytelling. the only way you know how to love is to angle your face towards a crowd, to bite your lip until it bleeds. your smile never wavers in its sharpness, every confession clasped tightly between white teeth.

snap, snap: once upon a time, there was a boy who weaved lies. click, click: once upon a time, there was a girl who fell for them. flash, flash: once upon a time, this could have been a love story.

there are harder things to hold than a pose, and your resolve becomes nigh unbreakable. in front of every shattering bulb, you hold strong against the impact force of time. your body is sanctified in the golden light, a yellowed blade across the horizon.

perhaps the next girl would be softer, bleeding flowers into aching mouths. perhaps the next girl would be beautiful.

but for now, you remain cold and hard and bright. you stare directly at the sun. you crush every bud beneath your fingertips, cut your flesh on its thorns. down to its very bone, every wound becomes a scar, every smile becomes a story.

when the shoot wraps up and the other woman steps in, you grin with enough light to cut shadows into her body.

"you're his new girl, right? say hello to sae for me."

[dreamwritesimagines]

Garden of Secrets - Extra Scene 3

Married.

He was married now.

Benedict hadn’t stopped pacing in the room ever since he and Charlie had got there in order to get away from the chaos of the hundreds of guests his family had apparently decided to invite to the wedding breakfast. Judging by the way his wife of two hours had walked away from him the moment they had reached the house-

His wife.

Jesus Christ.

He still couldn’t believe they were actually married. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on, and when he first saw her walk down the aisle, he was quite certain that this was a dream.

Now he understood how Paris felt in the presence of Helen.

Or how mere mortals felt in the presence of Venus, for that matter.

“She—she married me,” Benedict said and Charlotte absentmindedly turned a page in his sketch book, barely casting him a glance. If it were any other time, he would have asked her opinion on his latest sketches but now—

Now he couldn’t even bring himself to worry about whether his sketches looked good or not.

“I know Benny,” she said. “I was there, as the maid of honor.”

“I’m a married man now.”

“Yes you are.”

“To her.”

“Mm hm.”

Dear God, it felt as if the room was getting warmer by the second. His hand shot up to loosen his cravat a little and he took a deep breath.

“I don’t know the first thing about being a good husband, how did I—” he pointed at the door. “Goddamn Anthony was supposed to marry first, not me!”

Charlotte looked up from the sketchbook and thought for a moment, then shrugged her shoulders.

“He will when he falls in love,” she said, crossing her legs as she laid on her back, holding the sketchbook up so that she could see the pages while lying down on the sofa. “Why are you panicking?”

“I’m not!”

“Yes you are—aw Benny! You sketched her!”

Benedict pressed his palms on his eyes, then dropped his hands.

“Charlie.”

“Yes?”

“What if I turn out to be a terrible husband?”

Charlotte lowered the sketchbook to shoot him a glance.

“I don’t really know much about terrible husbands,” she said. “I haven’t seen or heard about what they do.”

“And you will not,” Benedict said. “Your future husband has to talk to me after your father.”

Charlotte shrugged her shoulders again. “I’ll make sure to let him know,” she said airily and smiled when she turned the page. “Has she seen these?”

Benedict swallowed thickly and shook his head. “No.”

“You should show her!”

“…Yeah maybe later.”

“I think she’d like it,” Charlotte said. “I mean look at all this, it’s like—"

“Charlie,” Benedict cut her off. “I mean it. What if I’m a terrible husband and she hates me?”

Charlotte rolled her eyes and sat up in the sofa. “She could never hate you Benny, you two are in love!”

Benedict’s heart skipped a beat as guilt washed over him just like it did every time he had to lie to Charlotte. He knew he had to, Anthony had given him an earful when he had figured out he hadn’t told Charlotte the story about his sudden engagement but…

He couldn’t find it in him to break Charlotte’s heart with it.

“Yeah,” he managed to say. “We are but— what if she wasn’t?”

“What if she wasn’t in love with you?” Charlotte scoffed a laugh. “Well then she wouldn’t have married you, easy as that.”

Right.

It was supposed to be as easy as that for sure.

“I honestly don’t understand why you’re so stressed about this,” Charlotte said. “You love her, do you not?”

“Of course I love her,” he said, without even a second of hesitation and Charlotte motioned at him.

“There you go.”

Truth to be told, Benedict could hardly believe there was a time when he wasn’t in love with her, when he had no idea of her existence. It was as if his whole life before her was a waste; or merely the waiting process until meeting her.

It felt absurd, really. All this time he had read about love, tried to paint it, tried to understand it while she was right there, hidden away from his gaze until just a couple of months ago.

And he still couldn’t tell whether she loved him, or whether she would love him. It was nearly torment as she told him it would be, yet he still couldn’t help but hope...

That she would love him.

He was no fool, he could see that the desire was there. Even before their kiss in the garden or their first dance; it had been there for a while. That fire he was feeling whenever he so much as looked at her or inhaled her scent or touched her hand, even in those stolen moments where her glare turned into a tentative softness—

But that wasn’t love.

And today something had changed.

At the chapel and even on the way back home, he could see that she was trembling and it had taken his all willpower not to hold her. She had more or less thrown herself out of the carriage as soon as it had stopped, and the message was clear as day. Benedict had a feeling that pushing her to talk would backfire terribly no matter how much he wanted otherwise, and he knew her well enough to know that she wasn’t going to tell him anything until she wanted to do so.

He had hoped she would at least start trusting him a little after saying their vows but so far, this whole day had proved him otherwise.

He ran his hand through his hair and let out a breath.

“Has she told you anything?” Benedict asked and Charlotte looked up from the sketches.

“Hm?”

“Has she told you anything today? Before the wedding or after?”

“Well I’ve barely had the chance to talk to her after the wedding because you dragged me here,” she reminded him. “And before…I don’t know, she was just nervous. Who wouldn’t be?”

“Right,” he said as he started pacing again. “I feel like I should’ve read books or something.”

“On what?”

“How to be a good husband, I’m sure some idiot somewhere wrote a manual about it.”

“I don’t think you need a manual.”

“It certainly feels like I need a manual,” Benedict said as he brushed a hand over his face. “Half of the time I can’t even tell what she’s thinking, and now we’re married and some day I will say the wrong thing or do something wrong on accident and will lose her forever—”

“Benny,” Charlotte cut him off. “Stop. Just answer me one thing.”

“What?”

“You’re in love with her, yes?”

“She’s the love of my life.”

“And you’d do anything for her?”

“Anything. I would die for her.”

Charlotte repressed a smile and tilted her head.

“And you want to make her happy?”

“There’s nothing I want more in life,” Benedict said and shook his head. “Everything else but her comes second.”

Charlotte thought for a moment and shrugged her shoulders.

“Sounds like something a good husband would say or think,” she stated. “I think you’ll do just fine, and you know how I’m always right about everything.”

Benedict felt a small smile pull at his lips. “Thanks Charlie.”

“Anytime,” she said with a grin and turned her head when someone knocked on the door.

“Ben?” Colin’s voice carried into the room before the door opened. “Lottie, hello. Ben you’re needed, come with me.”

Benedict heaved a sigh. “I greeted almost everyone downstairs—”

“It’s not the guests.”

Benedict pulled his brows together. “What? Who then?”

Colin cleared his throat and pointed back with his thumb. “Your wife just passed out.”

Benedict’s heart dropped, his breath getting caught in his throat and he stared at Colin for a moment before rushing past him out of the room with Charlotte following him suit.

[deangirlsstuff67]

Dirty Boy

Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: dirty talk, fingering, fluff, unprotected sex, P in V, period sex, blood, PWP

Summary: Y/N is trying hard not to let on that's she's in pain due to her period coming yesterday. Crippling cramps take over her body when she's left to baby sit Soldier boy and he notices.

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Butcher and the boys left to do some recon and get supplies. Leaving you in charge of babysitting the nuclear bomb of a supe. To make matters worse your period showed up yesterday and your body has been in a constant state of pain all morning.

So far no one's noticed when cramps shoot crippling pain through your body. You've been able to fight against the pain. But it's slowly getting stronger and harder to hide.

Your going in to check on the supe and see if he needs anything when cramps take over your body and you double over in pain while standing in his door way.

Soldier Boy is over to you in seconds. Strong hands rub your back as you breath throw the pain in the fetal position on his bedroom floor. The pain eases enough that you can open your eyes, but you aren't prepared for what you see.

Soldier Boy kneeling over you with worry imprinted on every inch of his gorgeous face. Those beautiful bright green eyes are shining with concern... for you? You didn't know this man could even have compassion in him.

Never have you seen a supe look so genuinely concerned for someone's well-being before.

"Can you walk to the bed, Doll?"

You only nod and accept his hand to help you up off the dusty floor. He guides you to lay on the bed before disappearing into the ensuite bathroom. Moments later he's back with a hot cloth that he lays on your lower belly.

How the fuck does he know?

"Super hearing but also super smell," he looks nervous to even be telling you all this, "I can smell you." He gestures to your lower half.

Chuckling you can't help what comes from your mouth, "God that must be the worst." He joins you now both laughing out loud at this fucked up situation.

"Not as bad as one would think." He lowers his big hand to lay on top of the cloth. The heat radiating off him helps soothe my cramping lower stomach.

"You know it's none of my business, but I do know another way to ease your pain."

He's leaning on his arm as he lays beside you warming you with his body. The air around us changes as he peers down at me. I watch as he's green eyes turn black with desire. I've heard of people who claim orgasms help with period cramps, just never had the nerve to experiment with it.

"I, um... I've done that before. Don't you find it gross?"

His face softens as he takes me in, "Trust me sweetheart I've hand blood on my hands before, nothing about bringing you pleasure would gross me out."

With a dark smile he adds, "plus knowing I'd be the only one every in your body while like this..." He grabs my hand and brings it to rest on his harden cock in those fucking grey sweatpants, "makes me so fucking hard I could cut diamonds baby." He whispers in my ear.

I clench my thighs together at the picture he's painting in front if me.

"Of course only if you want to though." He adds.

Another series of cramps take over my body. I scrunch my body together in hopes to fight off the pain. It's so bad I feel sick to my stomach. Without thinking too far into it, I grab his hand and place it on the clothed core.

At this point there isn't anything I wouldn't do just to feel some relief.

Soldier Boy just smiles before diving his big strong hand into the sides of my sweats and pull them down, "alright."

Before I can think too much of it I feel him removing my tampon and then two thick fingers going knuckle deep into my sore, angry center. He finds my g spit within seconds and starts pumping hard and fast. A man on a mission.

I can't bring myself to watch his hands in me. Scared of what kind of murder scene I'll find. He leans of to kiss me gentle before watching where our bodies are connected, "fuck that's hot y/n."

Your orgasm is fast to appear at the hands of this powerful supe. Before you know it your clamping down around his digits and soaking the sheets below.

A growl vibrates his chest when you whisper out, "fuck... Soldier Boy."

"Doll, I'm about to be balls deep in your hungry little pussy and stained with your blood, pretty sure you can call me Ben."

How does he make it sound so fucking hot. Sex on your period shouldn't be this hot. He rises on the bed taking his sweat pants and shirt off. Then he crawls over me and starts undressing me slowly. Nipping and licking his way down my body.

When he gets to my hips I tense, "relax Doll, I won't go there unless you want me too." Fuck this man is a dirty bastard.

"You're a dirty boy, you know that?" Ben pushes a finger back into me, playing with my soft walls, "in a minute you'll enjoy that about me."

Then he's feeding his big cock into me. Inch by glorious inch slide deep into my heat. Ben eyes are glued to where we are connected, watching my body wither and shake as I struggle to take him all.

What feels like hours later he's balls deep in my cum and blood soaked pussy. A grunt leaves his chest when our hips meet. Kissing my lips he lowers his head to my ear, "you feel too good clinging tp my cock pretty girl, I'm not going to last. This is going to be rough and fast."

All you can do is nod and moan as he withdraws to the tip before slamming back into you, knocking the air from your lungs.

He didn't lie, he took you fast and hard. Making you cum three more times before he let's out a growl before you feel his cum paint your inner walls.

When the last of his semen leaves his tip, he slowly pulls out of you with a squelching noise. He gets off the bed and you see the mess of blood and cum all over his dick and public hair.

Covering your face in embarrassment, you sigh. What he must think of you now.

Your arms are pulled from your face, "don't hide from me. You have no reason to be embarrassed." Your eyes are still closed, unable to meet his gaze.

"Look at me y/n." You do as your told, only to be met with such a loving sight. "That was fucking incredible. And I will be doing it again with you..." He moves your sweaty y/h/c hair away from your face, "are you feeling better?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now let's go get cleaned up. I wanna make you dirty again. I like you in red." He bends to pick you up as if you weighted nothing and sends you a sexy wink.

"You're a very dirty boy, Ben."

[httpknjoon]

eagle-eyed | ksj

plot | That time Jin saw you arriving on set with someone else.

word count | 805

genres | fluff(?)

pairing | actor!jin x famous!reader

note | my first drabble about them in their pre-relationship era! this one's short but enjoy reading!

main masterlist | the a-listers: confidential masterlist

It was around the first week of your filming for your second movie together, Lonely People.

Jin was just having a small chat with one of the crew guys from the sound department when he noticed an unfamiliar car arriving at the set. It’s not like he knows every vehicle in the set but this one caught his eye. It’s one of Bentley’s latest releases. So, whoever it is in that car does have a thick pocket. But he could not tell who it was. The glasses were tinted very dark.

Additionally, it was a very early call time, before four in the morning to be exact. The skies were still in deep shade of blue.  The scene he is about to shoot with you includes a beautiful sunrise, that’s why.

When the car stopped in one of the less crowded spaces, a bit distant from where was Jin standing. he was surprised to see you got off the passenger side of the car. You were wearing a loose white button-up shirt, tucked in your high-waist jeans. Your hair was tied in a messy bun, which is fine since you still have to go in the makeup chair before getting in front of the camera.

He watched your back leaning in inside the car once again, as if talking to the mystery driver, before closing the door. Even though it’s a little dim, Jin catches a small glimpse of the driver. With a medium-sized coffee in hand and a shoulder bag on the other, you walked in the direction of the parked trailer. Jin said goodbye to the crew member he was talking with before following behind you. 

“Hey, bub.” he greeted you.

“Oh, hello, Jinnie. Good morning.” Turning around, you smiled before leaning in to give him a friendly cheek kiss.

He didn’t mean to be weird. But that short interaction gave him a small sniff of a strong scent in your hair. It was familiar and he could tell that it was men’s shampoo. He tried to shake off any thoughts bubbling in his mind. Instead, he asked,

“Where’s Hailey?”

“She’s coming. We came with different cars, a friend drove me here,” you replied while typing in your phone before sipping in your coffee.

Jin reiterated, “A friend?”

His strange tone made you turn around to look at him. You stared at his face like you were studying his expression. He simply grinned.

“Yes, Jinnie. A friend,” you repeated, squinting, before walking again.

Jin continues to follow behind you until you stop in front of your trailer. He spoke again, “Well, your friend looks like the popular Kim Taehyung.”

Kim Taehyung is another well-known name in the industry. He is one of Hollywood’s favorite heartthrobs. Other than his works, he is also popular in gossip magazines with his ever-changing dating rumors. He is often captured by paparazzi hanging out with various actresses and personalities. His rumors often paint him as a womanizer.

As if the name was something illegal, you immediately looked around before pulling Jin, by his shirt, inside your trailer. You locked the door and eyed him.

You sighed, “Okay, it’s him. We’ve been seeing each other for like weeks now.”

Jin never knew how hard it was not to slump his shoulder until now. He didn’t want to look like he was disappointed or jealous because he wasn’t. He wasn’t. He. Wasn’t. 

“And I really like him. He seems very nice and sweet too. Plus, we are enjoying the company of each other. But it would really suck if the media gets their hands on us. So, I’m begging you, Kim Seokjin. Please, don’t tell anyone about this.”

Pleading, you looked at him.

And your eyes. Your eyes were doing those things on him. Again. Every time you look at him, he always sees those sparkles that he cannot see with anyone else. It does things in him that usually include a million butterflies playing around in his stomach. 

Feeling something stuck in his throat, he cleared his throat. The anxiety is written all over your face and he can understand why. Dating is hard in Hollywood. Privacy doesn’t exist for everyone here. But if you manage to keep a relationship secret, it can be really nerve-wracking to maintain it. And you saying this to him meant that you truly trust him. So, Jin exhaled through his nose. He raised his hand and acted to zip his mouth before throwing the imaginary key away.

He spoke, “I saw nothing, bub. What are you saying?”

Your expression relaxed while the corner of your lips turned upward. You wrapped your arms around his waist,

“Thank you so much, Jin. I appreciate it. A lot.”

“No problem, bub.” Jin hugged you back as he whispered, hoping it would hide whatever he was feeling.

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babe i need night thoughts about sucking jungkook choco chip kookie (nipple) that looks so good ohgod. im obsessed with his body. wanna kiss wanna bite wanna suck every inch of his skin. his mole, his abs, his plumpy lips his everything ohgod. let me have him for the night

ask and you shall receive, dw i got you babes 🏃‍♀️

. • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆. night short #11

tonight’s night thot is all about body worshiping

maybe jungkook is the type of person to be slightly obsessive over his partners body. curious hands touching you in places that had you slicking up, fingers digging into your flesh, loving the way it moulds under his hands

however, i think he’d become a little whiny when it came down to him and his own body being loved just right

it would start off as a joke, you tying him up. wrists bound to the bedpost as you sit between his spread legs, cock straining against his boxers

you’d start with the mole under his lips, a featherlight kiss. and he’d chase after you, neck craning to try and bring you back for something longer, messier. and that would be your cue to become a bit of a tease, trailing your lips lower, over his jaw and down his neck.

you’d paint his skin red with your love, the rawest, almost feral form of worshipping as you sink your teeth into the side of his neck. love bites digging into his flesh, a path of little divots from your teeth trailing down his chest

he’d obviously squirm when you lave your tongue over his nipples, sucking them until he moans ever so pretty. your thumb brushing against the one that isn’t in your mouth, because you’re not that mean, and would never neglect him. not when he would sound so delicious, your name slipping past his lips over and over until his hips are bucking upwards, desperate for any sort of pleasure to his poor cock, anything to sate the animalistic need to have it shoved down your throat

and maybe you’d take your time with him, kissing down his body like he’d done to you so many times, relishing his pretty skin, almost flawless, though you always would find yourself loving the constellation of scars and impurities that painted his body, proof that he was human. a kiss pressed to all the places you knew he looked at in the mirror and frowned at, because to you they were the most beautiful things

and maybe you kiss the insides of his thighs before you pull his underwear down, fingers digging into his hips as he ruts his cock into your throat. you’d pull out just enough for him to cum on your tongue, pushing yourself up his body until your lips meet his and his own seed coats his lips shiny and he pushes the mixture of his cum and both your saliva back into your mouth with his tongue

of course you’d give him a sweeter kiss after, let his hands free so he can love your body as much as you’d shown you love his. both your bodies littered with evidence of your lust, blooming flowers of red and purple and barely there teeth marks scattered pretty over both your bodies. because maybe jungkook was as obsessed with your body, as you are his

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that behind the scenes of the CK shoot had me clawing at the walls, and i need jungkook to know how pretty he actually is 🚶‍♀️

[evilwrongdoer]

bella ramsey x f!reader, they invite the reader onto the tlou set and introduce them to pedro

word count: 1,6k

I kinda went my own way with this one, hope you like it!

You were nearly buzzing with excitement.

The car was dark, the sun had yet to rise and the tinted windows just made it seem more like nighttime.

You understood though, riding in a car with a soon-to-be celebrity had its pros and cons.

Bella was staring out their window, fiddling with their rings as you stared in their direction, trying not to be too obvious.

She had invited you onto the set of a new upcoming series that she was playing in, "The last of us", a higly anticipated video game adaptation that was likely to give Bella a fair amount of fame.

You wondered if he was nervous. If the idea of gaining so many fans overnight scared them, or maybe excited them, like their mere presence did to you.

The two of you had known each other for a little over a year now, meeting at a small cast party one of your friends invited you to.

You had gotten lost, or rather, your friend had left you. You sipped reluctantly on your long island ice tea, which you regretted buying  since your friend had disappeared and "drunk in a room full of strangers" wasn't exactly your idea of a fun night.

You sat at a high table in the corner of the club, fiddling with your straw and wishing you had just stayed home, when suddenly, a beautiful person sat next to you, and all of a sudden you were happy your friend had left you.

The two of you chatted for the rest of the party, and in talking to them you felt as if the whole world disappeared around you. He was absolutely mesmerising and he looked at you in a way no one ever had before. Despite your intense feelings towards them, you were too intoxicated to truly know if they felt the same, and too scared to do anything about it if they did, so the two of you became friends. No, more than that, best friends, and even though you wanted more than that, you decided a little Bella was better than no Bella.

After that, you were inseparable, hanging out at every chance you had, causing quite a few of Bella's friends to ship you.

A few weeks ago, Bella invited you to the set of the last of us. You were quite happy but never really thought it would happen as you didn't want to get in the way of him while he was at work.

Now, here you were, freezing your ass off somewhere on the outskirts of Alberta, Canada.

They were set to film parts of episode three today, and you really hoped you'd get to see Bella act in some scenes.

You watched as they set up cameras, lights, and most importantly, the snack table.

You and Bella hadn't really talked that morning, apart from the odd weather comment and loose small talk. You figured it was because of the cold, or the fact that she wasn't really a morning person, but some part of you knew that wasn't really true.

The two of you got to talking more as they got into costume, and you even got to meet one of his co-stars.

"Okay, would you rather live as a whale for a year or.... live as a horse for 6 months?" You questioned, looking at Bella with wide eyes as a make-up artist painted blood and dirt onto her face.

You sat backwards in a crappy plastic foldout chair, now in a trailer as Bella got ready for filming.

"As a horse, duh, it's half the time," He replied, looking straight forward into the mirror as to not disturb the artist's work.

"Yeah but like, horses are like super weak, if you break your leg or something they'll shoot you straight in the head," You gestured as the make-up artist looked at you confused.

"Ah! Don't say that, we're literally supposed to be on horses in a few weeks!" They grimaced, fearing for the horses.

"I never took you for a horse lover," you shrugged, folding your arms under your neck and watching as Bella's make-up came to life on her face, "Same though, I have thalassophobia,"

You stared directly at Bella now, knowing that you could say you were "looking at the make-up" or "just thinking about stuff" if they asked you about it later.

You watched as she messed with her cuticles or bit her cheek, and again took to wondering what was going through her head.

After she finished getting ready, the two of you walked quietly onto set, where you just so happened to stumble upon one of Bella's co-stars.

Pedro Pascal.

You wanted to scream. To just drop dead right then and there. But that would be all too embarrassing. You had been a fan of him since you saw your first movie, and you even had a crush on him when you were younger.

He wasn't as intimidating as you thought he'd be, although that's probably because he looks 6'3 but he's really 5'11.

Bella smiled warmly at him, differently from how she smiled at you. You wondered whether that was a good thing or not.

"Pedro! This is my... friend that i told you about!" Bella spoke, happiness filling their voice, and you threw a kind smile on your face, pretending as if you didn't hear them pause.

"Hi! y/n, right? I've heard so much about you!" Pedro gleamed, leaning in for a hug.

You hugged him tightly, something about him making you feel safe and at home. You finally understood why he played so many father figure roles.

You briefly introduced yourself to him and chatted a bit before letting the both of them leave to filming.

It took quite a few hours, with Bella getting a total of three breaks in which the two of you barely spoke, tension completely filling any room you were in together.

You planned to confront him about his cold behavior, at first feeling angry, and then later sad. You once again pondered the nature of the way they had been acting. Did she all of a sudden lose interest in you? Maybe they weren't feeling well? No, that couldn't be it, if they were feeling well enough to act, she was feeling well enough to not ignore you. Maybe something was up with him?

You let your thoughts drive you as you stared in one spot for what felt like eternity.

In the background of your thoughts you could faintly hear someone talking, something you chose to ignore, thinking it was just some far-away conversation.

"Hello? y/n? I asked you if you were ready to leave?" Someone spoke, trying to break you out of your haze.

A sharp snap in front of your face made you remember where you were again, and you now looked around as the staff was cleaning up things that you could've swore they'd just set up.

"Huh?" You looked up at Bella, blinking to make sure it was really them.

"There you are, what happened? I kept asking you if you were ready to leave and you just continued staring at the ground," Bella stared at you, their eyebrows furrowed in an emotion you couldn't place.

"Uh, yeah, sorry about that. Let's go." You quickly muttered, grabbing your bag and throwing away the now-stale cookie that you'd been holding for over 20 minutes.

"Well, lead the way?" You looked at Bella, waiting for her to start walking.

They stared at you and shook their head, then immediately began walking.

The two of you walked silently to the car, as you desperately tried to build up the courage to talk to her.

As you got in the car, you began,

"Hey, so, how come you've been so quiet today?" You asked Bella, putting on your seatbelt carefully.

"Oh I was just,-" They cleared their throat as if looking for an excuse "Tired, y'know?" She was looking into your eyes now, albeit reluctantly.

You tried to think of something to retort, although their excuse, true or not, seemed believable enough for you to let it go.

"Yeah, okay." You looked down, giving up on your now long gone plan of confrontation.

It's not like you knew what you were confronting them for anyway.

She was just being weird, and she'd been weirder before, it's not exactly like this was a first.

You were so deep into your thoughts that you almost forgot how close together you and Bella were sitting. So lost in your head you barely noticed your eyes slowly fluttering shut, or your head leaning onto Bella's shoulder as you slowly fell asleep. 

Bella was blushing hard, the darkness in the car doing absolutely nothing to hide the fact that he was absolutely smitten by you. 

Your breathing was soft and even as you unknowingly snuggled closer to Bella in your sleep.

They were frozen, sitting straight up like a statue with their eyes blown wide and their face red. She thanked god that the car ride home was fairly long, wishing you could stay like this forever. This was why he was being so weird, the more he spent time with you the more difficult it proved to talk to you without blushing or stuttering or just straight up freezing when you spoke. 

You meant everything to her and they weren't about to let some stupid crush get in the way of your friendship.

Slowly, Bella got more and more comfortable until it came to the point where they no longer could keep their eyes open. She carefully lay her head on yours and fell asleep as well, the two of you now clinging to each other like velcro, not bothering to care about the driver, or the fact that you were in a car, or the fact that "Best friends" weren't usually that clingy.

Ok, this took way too long to write and I think you can CLEARLY tell how touch starved I am, but anyway, enjoy!

[baobaojng]

Again (Jeon Jeongguk)

again (jeon jeongguk)

jeon jeongguk (rockstar jungkook) x (fem! waitress) reader

themes: angst, fluff, smut

summary: where rockstar jeon jungkook wonders if he’ll ever see you again.

warnings: graphic sex scene, they use protection because it's the only reasonable option here!, oc and jungkook have an age gap and they kinda have a crisis around that (jk is older)

note: i do not permit the use of this fic for anything else. this work is mine and mine alone. these premises and characters are entirely fictional and do not intend to paint anyone in a bad light.

©2022

wordcount: 7,729

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Well of course you were having the time of your life, swaying around mindlessly on the dance floor - hair on the loose and friends way tipsier than you were.

Thank god your fried Joy was able to sneak you in this rich people club on the Upper East side. Apparently she partied with a popular choreographer named Hoseok during her recent escapade to Aruba (the guy apparently knew the owner or something), and now you were shimmying around snobby rich folk like you belonged.

“So,” Joy practically nudges you by the ass, hips still in sync with the music, “you having fun?“

You laugh, “of course I am! I don’t know where I am and I don’t care what we do!” 

Hands sprung up in the air, strangers unintentionally pressing themselves up against you. Your week was terribly long, and you sure knew how to party all the stress off. Maybe inspiration would hit with this emotional high - and maybe you’d forget all about the things clogging up your mind. 

Above you, a different scene unfolds. It’s not like you care enough to spare a glance and observe everything about this huge, overpriced, and way too decorated place - but you didn’t know that the VIP section overlooked the main floor of the club. 

“Who’s she?“ Jungkook asks Yoongi, his producer, who has no clue who he’s even talking about.

They’ve already gone through the usual round of groupies who stayed long enough to have their tongues wet and their dicks just hard enough for there to be some motivation to live another night out after an unproductive recording session. The usual when writing an album, and the usual when being fucking rockstars. 

“I don’t know man, there are tons of pieces of ass here.” Yoongi shrugs, shoots a glass of 42 down his throat like it’s water. Well, at this point it basically already is - this was almost every night anyway. 

“Pieces of ass we all know and love.” Jungkook wiggles his brows, alluding to the fact that they knew everyone here. Celebrities, trust fund babies— everyone. Anyone new was a form of excitement on its own.

“Yeah, well, okay,” Yoongi shifts in his seat, “let me take a second to look around.” 

Jungkook looks at you quietly, hoping his friend catches on quick and gives him a fucking clue. Yoongi had enough friends from being around the industry, and Jungkook was impatient. 

You look like you didn’t care, in fact you look a million times more confident than any of the model chicks that littered the place. Although he knew you didn’t belong here; effortless beauties that danced around so graceful and careless weren’t the usual types here. More girls trying to be sophisticated but only wanted to social climb and be taken home by someone with a shiny name. He’s taken by your white tank top, the skirt that hung by your hips - the sweaty sheen that glossed the high points of your face. Tattoos sticking out, and he wished he were close enough to see what they were. Curios to know what they meant, and what stories were behind them— what stories were behind you. 

“Her?“ Yoongi asks, “the one in red?“ He clarifies, and Jungkook knows he’s referring to the other unfamiliar girl dancing next to you. 

Friends, probably. He assumes you two are friends. But your friend isn’t the one catching his interest, no, it’s you.

“No, the one in white.”

“Oh, well, the one in red is my type.”

“Sure she is.” Jungkook gives up, stands to leave his hopelessly drunk friend in their little booth. It seems like he was alone on this one.

~

“Hey gorgeousness.” Hoseok, who you met earlier in the evening, smoothly makes his way to you on the dance floor and whispers in your ear.

“Hey!“ You hug him very lightly, trying to express your gratitude through gesture. He gets the message and smiles. 

“I know this guy who wants to know your name.” He says, and you’re a little confused. Boys weren’t even at the top of your priority list tonight but seeing as this wasn’t your usual spot, this could be interesting— and why the hell not? Right?

“Well do I know his name?“ You joke, but Hoseok looks like he’s delighted by the question.

“Only if you’ve listened to the greatest hits on the last ten years!“ 

“Yeah right.” You say, but you take him half seriously. Rich people could play jokes if they wanted to. 

~

You wish you could tell yourself that you were an absolute idiot five minutes ago. 

Hoseok was kind enough to persuade you to go upstairs, which kind of felt shady at first because the stairs leading up had way more security than the front door, but you went so anyway. It took a couple of quick turns with you catching glimpses of vaguely familiar faces of people you swore were on the runway or in some movie or on your Spotify recommended playlists, and he led you to a private booth at the very end of the floor. 

Sitting smack dab in the middle was, to Hoseok’s really vague honesty, was an insanely popular celebrity that has been racking up charts for the past ten years. You weren’t his biggest fan, but you’d be stupid not to know who he was.

Jeon Jungkook, sitting there, arm tattoos partially exposed because of the ridiculously expensive black button-up shirt he was sporting. Yves Saint Laurent, you were guessing, he was wearing something similar in a billboard ad set up near your apartment recently— and you knew for sure it made you look twice every time your eyes landed on the large metal thing. 

He wasn’t paying attention when you got there, a drink lazily being held by his right hand like a claw machine at an arcade - his gaze set behind him where the crowd danced below. The view was great here, Jungkook got himself another booth that was private enough and Yoongi-free.

“Hello? Earth to JK.” Hoseok fakes a cough to get his attention. Jungkook isn’t even startled, he smoothly acknowledges your presence. And you have no idea if it’s the snobbiest or the hottest thing you’ve seen. 

For some reason, he doesn’t intimidate you. Maybe if you were an avid follower or a fangirl, you would a hundred percent be pissing your pants right now, but you weren’t. You knew maybe a few of his songs, and that was enough for you to be cool in this very moment but not be an absolute ignoramus that didn’t understand just how monumentally popular this guy was. 

“Hey.” He greets you so casually, it’s like he’s met you before with how natural he shoots a smile at you. 

“Hi?“ It comes out more of a question than it does a greeting. “What am I doing here exactly?” 

~

Jungkook really doesn’t know what to say. 

Girls usually just giggle, sit, and expectantly look at him after he says hello and it’s all just easy going sex from there. Seeing you up close has an effect on him, you’re haphazardly tying up your hair with a claw clip you had biting on one of your free belt loops. You’d just asked him that question and you look like you’re waiting for a response. Hoseok had already gone back to the dance floor before the two of you could even be formally introduced, and before he could rat Jungkook out for basically asking him to pimp you up here so he could meet you.

“I thought I knew you from somewhere.” He lies, knowing his confident tone made him sound certain but your forehead moved upward in doubt. Fuck, you really didn’t belong here, you probably knew to read right through him.

“I’m sure you would have known if I were someone on your friends list.” You sing song, but an amused smile plasters your face and he knows you genuinely find this encounter funny. “Oh yeah! You’re super famous, of course you meet like five hundred people a day. Must’ve mistaken me for someone else!“ You actually facepalm yourself, creating a whole excuse for him instead. Never mind then, it seemed that you were giving him the benefit of the (celebrity asshole kind of) doubt. 

Jungkook would have made a solidly dumber excuse, but you’ve made up a far better one for him. 

“So we’ve never met before?” He asks you, selling the lie he was riding on like a wave.

“Last time I checked, Hoseok called me up here because he said you wanted to know my name.” 

“Just wanted to make sure.” 

You laugh, it’s the sweetest thing ever. He’s not sure if he wants to do this all the way that he normally would with every other groupie that wanted to try him out. 

“Y/N.” You say and he looks at you, fueling the hope that now bloomed in his chest. “If you wanted to know so badly.” 

Somehow, his brain goes on overdrive. Your name rings a million times over and over and over like a guitar riff being re-written over and over and over until each note was perfect. He isn’t certain what it is about you, but his mind has traveled a million miles over now and he knew this wasn’t like him at all. He wanted to know your name, how he’d say it through different times. 

Boy, he sure did.

~

Neither of you are sure how you ended up here. The Holiday Inn in Manhattan, facing each other sitting on the right side of the huge king sized bed. The cold from the air conditioning only settling in now, making your breathing staggered. You’re just looking at

each other, the long conversation dissipated when you both had nothing else to say.

You both talked a lot, whatever random shit you had to say to ignore the sexual tension building up from the moment he invited you to sit with him in that booth. The conversation was humorous, honestly a bit trivial, and really left out all the personal details from either one of you. It bordered on comfortable, but not too much to make it all feel rushed - not to impose closeness, no matter how curios you both were. 

“So.” You trail off.

“So?“ He asks you right back, mimicking your tone. It seemed a common theme tonight that you both knew what the other felt because you felt the same. 

“No funny business?” Setting your hands right on your side just a little bit behind your back, leaning on them for support, you wait for his answer. 

Jungkook is too busy staring at you, romanticizing each part to make you last in his memory forever. Trying to battle the haze of alcohol that could stand between him and remembering you once this inevitably ends as it usually did for him. He etches the expectant face you wear, how you obviously do not blend in his world but how he already imagines you in it.

He isn’t sure if the air conditioning is to blame but as your chest is on display this way, he can see the very outline of your hardened nipples. You’re tempting without trying, he thinks, anybody else would have very much taken off their clothes and his included within the fist five minutes in a private space. 

You’ve been in this hotel room for half an hour now, and he’s not sure how long you’re going to be together.

He leans forward, surprising you, and places one of his hands over one of yours. “Entirely up to you.” Jungkook wishes, he just wishes, you’d say you wanted him - but he didn’t want to assert anything. It seemed to him that the last thing he wanted to do was treat you like any other groupie he could have met tonight. 

Meeting you tonight was enough to keep him happy for a while. Granted he could try to keep you in his sights, he wasn’t entirely sure how long anyway. Subjecting a decent girl to last longer than a night in his life was unfair. He knew that. Jungkook couldn’t even keep up with himself sometimes. As much as he felt that you were different, he knew as far ahead as to know that it was dangerous to make this sustainable, it was wildly going to be unjust. 

“And if I want funny business?“ It sounds like you’re taunting him, but your eyes sparkle in an entirely different way from minutes ago. 

He holds your hand properly now, making a dip in the bed. “Well then I’ll have to know how old you are, sweetheart.” Of course, the elephant in the room. You looked young, maybe enough not to be part of his age group - but you looked tired enough to pass off as a reasonable responsible adult.

“Twenty-three.” You say like it doesn’t matter at all, but he’s only half relieved at your answer.

“You do know I’m turning thirty-one this year, right?“ He asks you for confirmation.

“I’m not that big a fan to know when your birthday is, sweetheart.” You say the nickname back to him - it worries him more that you’re cooler about this than he is. 

“I’m eight years older than you,” his free hand finds itself tucking the stray piece of hair behind your ear, settling on your cheek, “is that alright?“ 

You laugh a little, and he can feel the way your cheek swells through his palm. “We’re both old enough to know what we’re doing.” 

He knows this means you don’t mind, but when he relishes in your soft skin, he’s sure the callouses on his fingertips cannot compare to any of yours. You’re young, and it’s not like it’s the first time anyone younger than him poked any interest at him or slept with him before— there flocks of fans that could fill up that category easily. Maybe Jungkook fears you are too young to be something more than someone he just met.

Many things he found unfair flew past his head when you took the liberty in kissing him.

~

You’ve never had an encounter that made you realize your affinity for the removal of clothing. 

Slow, clammy, impatient hands - stopping ever so often to savor the moment of seeing hidden skin for the first time. Jungkook allows you to take his button-up off ever so slowly. It’s definitely not the air conditioning this time that’s making your mouth dry, no surprise that the man is built like a God; the gym routine and the celebrity diet definitely took a delicious number on him. It’s like unwrapping that fucking Saint Laurent billboard and finally understanding why you looked at it so much. 

Your hands just moving at the muscular expanse of skin, kiss getting even sloppier. 

The top you’re wearing is gone, and he quickly removes the flimsy bra you had on. Breaking apart from your mouth to gently suck on your breasts, a pleasured mumbling sound leaves your lips.

To him it sounds like heaven, and to you - his mouth is doing all kinds of things you never even knew were possible. 

In one swoop, your skirt is gone, discarded somewhere on the floor to be found later. You try to tell yourself to not get to excited with here his hands travel, and Jungkook is elated at the wet spot he sees on your panties. Not a very lucky day for you to choose white. 

“Can I get a taste of your pretty pussy?“ He asks, face dangerously close to your crotch. 

“Yes please.” You allow him, and he takes the liberty of pulling your underwear down.

You feel his breath, the sensation making it feel warmer on your thighs and you cannot believe that you’re about to be eaten out by a celebrity when you only wanted to party out tonight. The thought disappears when Jungkook runs his index finger quickly over your clit and at the entrance of your pussy, gawking at the wetness that glazed over.

“Oh, please.” You manage a whisper, your throat tightening in anticipation.

His finger goes inside you in one push, and his mouth latches at your clit - tongue skillfully generating pulses of pleasure. You manage to stay still for the most part, breathing irregular, fingers gripping at his soft black hair.

“So good.” He says in between, entranced by your reactions.

Whines leave your throat as he licks and sucks the nerve ending with greater pressure, finger going half in and half out each time. It doesn’t feel that long, but he’s able to make you cum by doing this. You’re a twitching moaning mess of a woman, losing your grip on his locks.

“Holy shit, Jungkook,” He climbs up and your hands go in straight for his belt to undo his pants, “I want you inside me, please.” The impatience turns him on, even more so when you are eager to kiss him on the mouth - tasting yourself in the process. 

It’s all so sudden from that point: the shock on your face when you see just how big he is, the condom packet being ripped in a rush to just get the latex thing on his length, the slow steady burn of his entrance. The sounds you make, oh the sounds that you make, how your hands are everywhere and anywhere they can get. Taking in his scent, and his head finding the crook of your neck from time to time. 

Jungkook fucks you with gusto, chasing his own pleasure and making sure he’s doing it at just the right pace and just the right angles, at just the right time. It’s calculated, you’re sure, it comes with his status. He obviously has had a lot of good— no great— fucking sex. 

Except when he’s fucking you it feels like he wants more than just a fix of pleasure; you do jot notice how his eyes notice every single bodily reaction with each action he makes. He’s learning about you, about your body, this way. He selfishly wants to make sure you’ll be fucked out, and you’ll only want him to do it to you forever.

He tells you this in chaste kisses and whispers throughout the night, but your mind is too hazy with all that’s good and sweet that you cannot put all his sweet dirty words together.

You cum multiple times, too much that you’d be tired to count. For someone much older, you don’t know if you should be shocked or impressed that his endurance has lasted a good chunk of the night before he emptied himself in the condom. The two of you only disentangle your bodies enough to take a good breather, you take a quick trip to the bathroom to pee and he discards the used latex in the rubbish bin near the bed. 

Picking up your underwear from a random plot on the floor, you prepare to clean yourself up a bit before you leave. You were pretty sure the night would come to a close this way.

But Jungkook protests once he sees, “no, please, stay.” A confused look sprawls on your face. This isn’t how it’s supposed to go, right? Jungkook looks just as surprised by what he said as you are.

“I mean, spend the night. It would be terrible for me to let you go home at this hour and what bad would two naked bodies laying next to each other bring anyway? I’ve been inside you, this shouldn’t be weird.” He banters, trying to make it sound cool but he knows he’s rambling on just to get you to stay longer.

“Huh.” You hold in a laugh - a justification. You knew that two naked bodies laying next to each other meant the harm of something much scarier than sex. 

Intimacy. 

It is tempting, and he is just on the bed waiting and knowing you’ll say yes. Even fucked out with lips swollen and eyes obviously tired, you understand why people are so crazy over him. He’s just so handsome, it’s like all the air has been stolen from your lungs. 

“Just please don’t tell me you love me tonight.” You joke, and he only half laughs. “I can barely stand on my knees and my head’s all woozy. You know a girl can only take so much in one night.” 

You lay next to him, a vision to behold in his eyes. He leaves traces of love and question on the ink that settles on your arms, very small compared to the art he sports on his— but he’s convinced that yours are full of bigger secrets, heartier stories.

“I’m glad that I met you tonight.” He tells you, voice squished by the pillow. You face each other, legs tangled up and arms lazily resting on each other’s torsos.

A smile settles on your face and he tells himself to never forget what that looks like, and how it makes him feel trying to memorize everything he can about you, “I’m even gladder.” 

~

When Jungkook wakes up the next day, you’re gone. 

It’s half past noon when he fishes his phone out the pocket of his pants, groaning at the barrage of notifications all lined up for him to eventually answer. It’s when he turns to his side, trying to find traces of your sweet perfume that he notices that there’s absolutely no you in the room - none of your belongings to be seen.

Only a piece of hotel room paper placed carefully on top of the telephone used for room service on the nightstand.

‘thank you for one of the best nights of my life, Jungkook. i’ll see you around again, maybe.” 

Well, at least he knew you were real, and he guesses that he has to get on with his life because he didn’t know enough about you to personally respond to your note. 

Life goes on, he supposes, going back to check his phone and see what all the morning ruckus was about. For a Saturday morning, it sure didn’t feel like a restful weekend.

Soora (11:58AM): about to land in JFK, am i going to see you today?

Soora (12:00PM): you know what actually i’m going to wait for you to pick me up see u

Jungkook groans; his semi-usual hookup was expecting to see him and now he knows he’s obligated to go and pick her up and spend the weekend - or however long she’s in town for - with her. Soora was a model that Jungkook had the awkward chance of meeting through several parties and several fashion shows. Although the cliché had been treated more like a curse— he couldn’t help but dip his fingers into models, he was an entertainer. Relationships like these were practically inevitable. 

Except Soora had stuck around more than others. Probably because the rumors about them spoke well for her in numbers and people didn’t mind Jungkook being with her because it made sense. Two attractive individuals being spotted together more than usual didn’t hurt the eyes. Plus, it was still very good publicity. 

~

“Can you believe?” Seokjin rolls his eyes, scrolling vapidly on his phone instead on focusing on all the business papers he had stacked up on his desk.

“What can’t I believe?” You ask him, wiping down on the countertop. The after lunch crowd was easier to manage, only a few tables were taken and there was some downtime to speak to your boss casually without worrying a customer would be unattended. This gave you enough downtime to experiment on new recipes; your food blog needed an update. It seemed that you had a little bit of a following online now and people were pestering you for a new post.

“Well, I’ve been waiting for that Jaime Oliver cooking video on some stew and my entire timeline’s suddenly flooded with my favorite rockstar guy and his rumored girlfriend spotted in the airport just now or whatever! Nonsense!” He complains, still neglecting paperwork, and obviously interested in this new piece of celebrity gossip. Seokjin’s reading the contents of the article and you can see the reflection through his eyeglasses. 

“What you’re not a fan of the union?“ You laugh, brewing a new batch of coffee in the pot.

“What do you mean I’m not a fan? Of course I am! Huge! Major! Big big fan!” He says genuinely, and you can understand why he’s so riled up about this. “Everything about this would be peaceful if either Jungkook or Soora finally confirmed that they were dating.” He huffs, and you regret listening so attentively - lucky that you weren’t holding anything that would be so close as to become a safety hazard, because you were sure that you would have probably hurt yourself in shock.  

Your skin crawls with a weird feeling, call it premature jealousy mixed with nervousness, but you suddenly realize that the world is smaller and much crueler than it feels. That was correct, right? You did just hear him say Jungkook’s name.

So you just laugh it off passively, acting like you couldn’t relate to Seokjin who was still furiously reading and scrolling. You couldn’t blame him though, he didn’t know the reason why you clocked into your shift a bit late was because you just had the sneakiest walk of shame of your life after a one night stand with someone who, apparently, your boss was huge-major-big-big a fan of. 

It’s when your shift ends that you find yourself doing a quick shameless Google search of Jungkook. New recipe be unfinished and damned. Sure enough the celebrity profile is there with his hometown, his birthday, and the people he’s commonly related to search with. It feels unreal to see him like this all dialed in like a piece of meat for sale with all the measurable descriptions; he was a real warm body next to you last night that laughed along and spoke to you in detail.

The trending sticker on the upper right tells you that that’s Soora, an almost 30-year-old model that’s been heavily linked to him for the past year or so. There’s even a Buzzfeed timeline for their supposed relationship, and you’ve never clicked exit off an article so quickly in your entire life.

This was none of your business anymore, surely. 

Whatever was done was done last night and it was great. You thought that there was a genuine connection there but you didn’t belong in his world and he didn’t belong in yours. Reality had to catch up with you anyway; something like that was far from ever happening again. Jungkook probably didn’t care for you by now, and it was only right that he was taking some famous girl closer to his age out seriously.

You were probably a momentary conquest he was used to having, and that was that.

~

Soora’s gorgeous. Fairly speaking, she always was— it was literally her job to look like that. 

But for some reason, Jungkook just did not care for seeing her at all. Well for the first time ever, anyway.

She was fresh off a Paris fashion show, she still smelt buttery and bubbly like an after party would - and this was usually irresistible to him, but he kept on thinking about your powdery vanilla perfume and it was driving him just a little insane. He would just have to hope that there was enough of himself to spread thin for her; he had to admit that she was a great distraction. 

But then you were definitely distracting him from the distraction.

Jungkook is lucky that Soora doesn’t notice him drifting off as she tells him all about the other, newer snotty models that walked the show with her or the many designers she managed to impress when she managed to pull of some Alexander McQueen dress that he didn’t have enough brain power to imagine what it looked like.

“So what are your plans for your next show?” She suddenly asks him, and he’s quick enough to answer.

“Oh, I told my manager to hold off on my fashion show attendances. Working on some new music.” 

“No, I meant aren’t you going to play some sets? I haven’t properly been dangled off your arms for what feels like ages!“ Well of course her intentions are for the media coverage of it all, but he just smiles it off like she didn’t say something so bluntly surface level. “I heard there’s this great place in Tribeca where you can do a private show, get the pot stirring for the rich journalists in that neighborhood you know?“ Soora keeps on going.

The word ‘Brooklyn’ pops up into Jungkook’s mind, replaying you telling him that’s where you usually did your roundabouts of life - and the idea is planted in his head. 

~

It’s a Friday again, a week later. Nothing’s really changed about your life except now you have a troubling habit of skipping the random Jungkook song that would play through the diner’s Spotify account that was hooked to the lavishly installed sound system Seokjin poured money into. That, and holding your breath every time there would be celebrity gossip on your social media timelines - hoping it wasn’t an article confirming his relationship status. Suddenly, you felt even smaller - knowing you couldn’t escape the damned guy even if you tried hard enough. 

Joy’s in your apartment begging you to come with her on another night out, the fucking Jungkook billboard still outside and poorly covered by your blinds.

“Come on! People have been hyping this show up for weeks! Apparently some high profile people are gonna be there and I asked Hoseok to get us free passes to get in!“ She says.

If only she knew what Hoseok’s free passes to big places got you in for last week.

“I don’t know Joy, I’m kinda of not feeling it this time.” 

“Suit yourself, hot stuff. You know where to go if you change your mind though!” She says, simultaneously leaving your apartment as she texts you some address to an underground club you’ve heard of maybe once or twice before.

~

It’s a smaller, much more crowded, grimier, and a lot less glamorous than he was used to. When he hit the five year mark on his career, he started becoming more selective about his shows. A lot less touring unless they were big venues, shows were only done for special calls for huge bars he frequented or a fashion show that needed a hot frontman for an afterparty.

A dimly lit, spray-paint decorated, run down Brooklyn club was not his style anymore— but he figured, if this area was were you frequented then surely word would reach you if it spread that there was some high profile guy playing a low key show. It was a little out of reach, really. A shot in the dark. But if it meant a small chance at finding you, then it would probably be worth it. He wasn’t even sure if you were the type to go out all the time, but this was all he could do to try. 

“And that was Jeon fucking Jungkook!“ The guy who apparently hosted the joint announced into the scratchy speakers. It seemed that business was booming tonight; the place was jam packed because of Jungkook’s pop up show and everybody had their phone cameras around to get the information out on the internet.

His set ended, and he had to leave the place before he’d get caged in by the massive crowd of people spilling in. 

Jungkook’s security team already tapping his band from behind that it was time to go, but his eyes still carefully wandered around in the sea of people - hoping you were somewhere there. 

A claw clip, a white tank top, buttery soft skin, eyes that looked somewhere deep inside him - he tried profiling small things, sometimes stopping when he saw something that vaguely reminded him of you.

No luck. You weren’t here and he had to go. Now.

“I saw the same chick in red a while ago when we were getting our asses dragged out of there.” Yoongi tells Jungkook at the back of the limousine, drinking champagne out of the bottle. 

Jungkook feels betrayed by his producer tellling him this only now - if he saw your friend then it must have meant you were there and it would have been easier to find you. 

It seems Yoongi knew what Jungkook was going to ask next though, so he beats his friend to it. “And no, girl in the white tank top wasn’t there. Just the chick in red.” Yoongi clarifies for himself, and Jungkook continues being disappointed - opening another bottle champagne bottle dampened by the bucket of melted ice where it sat. 

Their car finally starts up after the security team cleared out the driveway out of the parking lot after storming the exit, Jungkook could see the glare of the camera flashes outside. The chattering noise of voices made by the paparazzi who kept throwing questions at the vehicle. 

He doesn’t know if he’s having whiplash, or the overwhelming amount of people mobbing him (surprised that he even held a pop up show in maybe one of the most run down strips in New York), but he sees something that surprises him. Shakes him a little in and out of his senses. 

Perhaps he was just imagining things because he desperately wanted you to be there, maybe Yoongi’s story fed too much into his brain and now he was seeing you in a sea of flashing lights and sounds of banging hands on the car’s metal exterior.

Right there, a little behind and among the photographers and the underdressed fangirls. You had a worried look on your bare face, knitted pajama sweater too big for you - sleeves spilling out. A worried and annoyed look on your face as you put your phone next to your ear, then a look of relief when you come to hug your drunk looking friend. The same girl in red that Yoongi found attractive.

Jungkook doesn’t get a last say; the driveway had already been cleared and you’re just another faded view in the background left behind by the car. 

Long gone again.

He wasn’t even sure if you were really there or not.

~

Joy called you at around 1:00 in the morning. A call you definitely expected since she went on this venture out alone, and she knew you’d stay up on a Friday night. Plus, the place she went to was a few blocks away. So you pulled on an extra sweater and stuck with whatever it was you had on and got to quick walking. 

God forbid you’d be the friend to abandon her friend alone, who was probably drunk and a bit hazy. 

Joy (1:03AM): @ the baaaclkk! back parkinf lot exit plss

It’s somewhat easy to decipher, so you make your route around the building. 

The not-so-pleasant surprise of people swarm around the exit, and you know it’s going to be a challenge looking for your friend when there’s a frenzy right where she asked you to meet her. It seems like the photographers were fighting tooth and nail trying to get their questions through the limousine that was trying to exit - and you couldn’t understand much with the skidding car tires, stomping feet, and hands making contact with car metal. Clicking and flashing sounds like a loud metronome behind mudded shouts. 

Guess you had to ring Joy’s phone to get to her. 

So you stand there with an arm crossed, a little nervous reflex at how intense this atmosphere was. Brooklyn sure was crazy but this was a little different than what you were used to.

A phone up to your ear and several rings later, Joy shouts your name.

“Y/N!” She looks a lot less drunk than you imagined, but with the never ending crowd you could see why she felt unsafe going back home.

You hug her, “let’s get out of here.” You point to the ruckus happening just a few feet away from you.

“Dang, I don’t think Soora was in the limo with him!” You hear one paparazzo complain to the other guy next to him, and it’s not like you meant to listen - it was just loud enough for you to hear before you left. Soora?

“Who’d you watch tonight?“ You turn to Joy once the two of you started walking.

“Jeon Jungkook played the pop up show!” She says so excitedly, “told you it was some high

profile guy playing!” 

Half of you regrets not going, and the other half tells you that it was probably best that you sat it out. You didn’t even know he saw you. 

~

“So all this and you didn’t get a last name? Not even an address, not her home phone number?“ Laughter floods Jungkook’s phone, two of his close friends who were also musicians were in some small get together in Los Angeles - and here they were demanding an update.

“Yeah, yeah, stop giving me an earful.” Jungkook complains, knowing the situation he was in was also brought about by his carelessness.

“So you saw her at the Brooklyn show?” Yugyeom asks to clarify.

“I’m not even sure that it was her.”

“Pfft. Well whoever you saw affected you enough for Soora to notice.” Jaehyun points out. “How did Brainwashed Barbie react to you ignoring her and ditching her for a Brooklyn show anyway?” He follows up with a question, showing the disdain he had for Jungkook’s publicity-boo-thing.

“Well, she told me I was a bag of shit and stormed out.” Jungkook laughs, half entertained and half bitter, “then I heard she told her manager to tip TMZ off that I broke up with her like an asshole.”

“Explains the media reception.” Jaehyun, suddenly enlightened, says.

Twitter was going crazy, calling Jungkook a heartless asshole - and he had to disable the

comment sections to his Instagram posts. He couldn’t fly to his friends now because he’d be mobbed at the airport, and he didn’t feel like partying all the unnecessary crap out anyway.

“So about your mystery girl.” Yugyeom starts.

“What about her?”

“You never thought to ask Hoseok about her, didn’t you?”

“Well, they were just dancing close to each other and I asked a friend to call her over. They probably don’t know each other at all.” It was pretty reasonable, and Jungkook thought that there was nothing more to it that night.

“I don’t know maybe it wouldn’t hurt to consider.” His friend says, and Jungkook looks over at his cellphone with contemplation.

~

“You good with that?” Seokjin doesn’t know what to call ‘it’— the baked good covered in a suspiciously pink glaze that you were currently holding up about a half a foot above a mixing bowl.

You’re unsure about it too; not sure why it turned out that color - but maybe you were too distracted by the TMZ reports on Jungkook that Seokjin decided to play on the televisions. It was another slow day with barely any customers walking in so you two had free reign to be awfully comfortable in the diner. 

“I’ll just set this aside.” You accept defeat, placing the thing on a cooling rack. Maybe it will have hope when you come back to it. 

Seokjin’s looking worrisomely affected by the news of Soora getting dumped through text - Joe Jonas to Taylor Swift style. “They had so much potential too.” He says like a tear is about to escape his eye. You snort behind the counter, and he’s still too busy being emotional to care. “Don’t you just look at these celebrities and wonder how they’re able to live like bachelors when time isn’t on their side? I mean, they’re only getting older and it might be time to I don’t know - settle?“ He actually asks you.

“I wouldn’t know, Seokjin. Maybe I’m too young to understand what rushing into that part of my life feels like.” It’s true, but it’s the only bitter truth coming out of your mouth. “Besides, there could be more to it than we know. They are celebrities after all, the course of life could be much different for them.”

“Had high hopes for them though,” your boss sighs, “I love me some highly sensationalized drama.” 

You laugh in response. “I know.”

~

“That’s all you got? She works at a diner, that’s it?“ Jaehyun finds this comical on the other end of the line.

“Well, I tried asking Hoseok nicely but apparently her friend Joy or whatever was too hungover to gloss on details and just said she worked at a diner and had a blog or something.” Jungkook responds quite fast, he was currently on the corner sidewalk of the expensive residential he lived in - hoping to catch a cab to Brooklyn to whatever diner he could get to. If only there weren’t almost hundreds of them in the area.

“So you plan on just wiping out all the diners in a whole metropolitan area? Brilliant. Never thought of you as a romantic Kook, but I guess she has you going crazy.” He knows that his friend means it in good will; support in pursuing a relationship like this was complicated and Jaehyun knew that very well. 

“No,” Jungkook was finally able to hail a cab, and he was hurriedly opening the car door, “I’m going to ask this kind driver where the best diner is in Brooklyn so fate can pull its surprises if it all seems right.” 

“Letting the Big Guy do all the string pulling then, huh? Good luck, man. Hope you’re lucky enough to find her.” Jaehyun says and the phone call ends.

“Huge fan of your music dude!“ A cheerful man maybe around Jungkook’s age drives the yellow taxi. 

“Thanks, uh, we’re headed to—“

“Where I think the best diner is in Brooklyn? Gotcha.” The driver obviously heard the tail end of his phone call, and Jungkook knew that it was desperate destiny from there on. 

~

“Hey Y/N, I know your shift’s like done, but there’s some guy up front looking for you.” Namjoon calls for you right outside the employee room at the back. “And Jin’s literally offering up everything for free to this guy— boss looks like he’s about to burst into tears.” Your co-worker says ever so nonchalantly like his personality is.

“Yeah I’ll be out in a sec.” You call back, setting your phone down - looking at your timeline flooded with Jungkook’s recently developed relationship drama.

Ignoring any indication from Namjoon’s description, you carelessly parade yourself behind the counter as you usually would - your hair mindlessly being clipped together as you work your way to tame the strands. Force of habit not to get anything in the food, your apron just a little loose and undone.

Nothing registers to you quickly, not even the way Seokjin is looking at you like you were a suspect to a crime and it was his life’s mission to interrogate this shit out of you.

“Hi.” Is what you hear, it hits you so fast and it makes you feel so dizzy. 

Jungkook is there, he looks distraught— the messy hair and the semi-rugged appearance shows this. It doesn’t make him look any less handsome than he really is though, and it feels like you’re seeing him in person again for the first time.

He looks at you, an apparition haunting his thoughts finally materializing to the real thing in front of him. Looking at him again, your sweet perfume enveloping his senses ever so slightly. He was fucking lucky that this was the first diner he was brought to, and coincidence be damned but Jungkook was convinced that this was meant to happen. And he finally found you. 

“Hi.” You parrot, unsure how this is supposed to go or what it’s all supposed to mean.

“I,” Jungkook pauses, “I tried looking for you, after you know… That night.” 

You can feel the blush creep up on your cheeks. “Right…” You say, knowing that he had more to say.

“I guess thinking about you drove me crazy and I don’t think I’ve ever felt that way before. You left me wanting to know more, and before I knew anything I pictured myself right next to you for a long time. I was too caught up with you that night that I was stupid enough not to ask for a full name or contact details. I know it’s a little crazy I was able to find you regardless of the fact, but I just wanted to know if you felt like thinking about me made you feel insane— because that’s how I’ve felt thinking about you.” Jungkook says all in one tired breath, he looks up at you with hope and you try to pinch yourself on the arm in case this was all a daydream. "I got out of a public stint of a ‘relationship,’ played a show on your part of the city to find you. Y/N— I even thought about the consequences and what we could work on if I found you." 

“Do you mean that?” Is all you can ask, your overthinking over seeing him all over the news reminding you that you were completely different people.

“God, Y/N, of course I do.” He runs a hand through his disheveled hair.

You try to look through him, not as an illusion of fame or the insecurities you had piling up. Neither of you were to say what tomorrow would be like if you were to work things out or not, but all you knew was that you felt the same and you were as equally crazy to see how it all would go.

“Are you sure that I was all you could think about?“ You ask him, this time a slight tone of teasing in your voice but it seems that he couldn’t detect it.

Jungkook looks straight into your eyes, and it didn’t feel like you were anywhere else in the world.

“I wondered if I’d ever see you again.” 

fin.

~

(author’s note! 

hello everyone! first fic i’m posting in years and it was driven by the hiatus announcement but also my recent obsession with this song and its music video.. i know i know the ending is a bit lack luster and there wasn’t a ton of resolve to the conflict i presented in the story buttttt i wrote it this way to potentially pilot a sequel if a lot of you want one! otherwise, i think you can pretty much picture an ending to these two anyway :p 

hope you had a good read!

-amoré)

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ROUND 1B, MATCH 16 OUT OF 16!

*Though I am referring to her as Popelka, her original name in Czech, she is also often referred to as Aschenbrödel, her German name. Additionally, Three Wishes for Cinderella is the English title (with an alternate localized title being Three Gifts for Cinderella). The original Czech title, Tři oříšky pro Popelku, and the German title Drei Haselnüsse für Aschenbrödel both are translated as Three Hazelnuts for Cinderella. All names and titles have been tagged. Any local Czech or German speakers feel free to correct me for any mistakes! :)

Propaganda Under the Cut:

Danielle:

This is, imo, the single best retelling of Cinderella out there. She has a great character, her relationship with the prince grows organically rather than happening in a single night, and the scene with the bandits is top tier

The story is told as a historical romance instead of anything supernatural happening. Drew Barrymore is a cute Cinderella, Anjelica Houston is an incredible stepmother, and she's also really nasty to one of the stepsisters too, who ends up taking Danielle (Cinderella)'s side. Also Leonardo da Vinci is hanging around painting a portrait of Danielle at one point.

The Drew Barrymore Cinderella is fantastic. It’s got real history mixed with beautiful whimsy! I absolutely love the butterfly wings and how she spoke up for her step mother and sister at the end (and that they were still punished). I feel like I need to go watch it now.

she’s funny and smart and she’s resourceful (also her outfits are historically accurate!)

Popelka:

She has so much personality. She's funny, smart, kind, has a lot of spunk, and she really does things instead of just waiting for miracles to occur. Also, she's a great rider and has a deadly aim with bow and arrow.

She finds three hazelnuts that grant her wishes by giving the clothes to do what she wants. Beautiful dresses. The prince puts a ring on her finger while she’s in her huntsman’s outfit.

I don't know how it's faring in modern day Czechia, but here in Germany, Drei Haselnüsse für Aschenbrödel is still THE (non-Disney) Cinderella adaptation and a yearly rewatch for many, despite literally turning fifty this year. It's just so fairytale and also just... good? And she hangs out in the woods and shoots with a crossbow and saves deer and gives the prince riddles and then the music aaa the music!! I guess this isn't just a submission of this version of the character but this version of the story. For those who don't know: This adaptation is based on a Czech author's retelling of the Grimm version of the story, the film was a co-production of Czechoslovakia and East Germany and it slaps so hard it gets played at least 10 times (usually more) on public german television in and around December every single year. This is not an exaggeration, you can look it up, they even make a special, official info graphic with all the air dates every year that people can (and do!) share on social media. In Germany, the main event of Christmas is the 24th, Christmas eve, and on that day they play it at least 4 times (often more) at different times of the day on different public channels (ALL of which any German with a hooked up tv has access to) so anyone who wants to watch it gets a chance to. And Aschenbrödel herself in the movie STILL holds up as a (within reasonable expectations) feminist character, she's skilled, she's smart, she's witty, she and the prince actually talk and they like each other for their personalities, like... yes, there's a couple of flaws with the movie that time has pointed out, but mostly small, background things or things you simply cannot expect a movie from 1973 to get right. It's SO well made and just plain charming, it has truly stood the test of time and I would be devastated if it weren't included. It's also my mum's favourite movie (she's from East Germany and was born in 1969 so she's had regular access to it basically all her conscious life) so we would actually usually watch it multiple times each year and even record it (first on VHS, later again on DVD) so we could rewatch it any time and yet, I literally never got tired of it. It's just good & magical & I love it. Even my brother, who usually didn't care for fairytale movies at all and would much rather play video games in his room, would come down and sit with us to watch this one, THAT'S how good and magical this movie is.

And if all that hasn't convinced you yet but you speak German, here it is on YouTube, go watch it:

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(I won't provide a Czech link since I can't vouch for any of them as I don't speak czech)

Anyway, dear tournament runner: Have a pic of Aschenbrödel, in my favourite of her magically provided outfits, for the poll:

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She is the Cinderella of like eastern central Europe and the Story is a little different (she's no. 1 girlboss, beats the prince in a shooting contest and instead of a fairy she has 3 magic hazelnuts/ a magic owl)

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Zoro x Fem reader 18+ 🔞🔞

Understandings

Trigger warnings ⚠️⚠️ this fic includes the mention of gaging, bj, fingering and crying

All of this started by one drunk make out in a shared bath nether of you knowing that it would end up this way

The sight of you between his thighs was making his head spin the way your lips were warped so perfectly around him with you beautiful eyes staring up at him like he was the whole world to you

He had never thought he would enjoy seeing your tears or hearing the pornographic gags coming from you but he was losing himself one hand on your head being the only thing grounding him to the earth at this very moment looking down at your eyes brimming with tears that are slowly rolling down your checks

He felt his high coming and as badly as he wanted to warn you he couldn't get a single word out of his throat he was pulled out of his thoughts by your hand coming up and gripping his hand and the hum that you let out was the last straw as he released down your throat ropes shooting into the back of your mouth he slowly pulled out

He was starting at you in complete awe as you choked and chough trying to catch your breath he knew by the pink that has started to paint your checks that you were embarrassed by the scene you were making but in his eyes you looked so unimaginable perfect the tears the had stained you checks and your eyes that always seemed to make his heart beat impossible to fast making eye contact with him

He wanted to return the favor that you so gracious gave him he held your hand and help pull you up to him chest to chest with him he lend into you leaving such a light kiss but you could feel all of the unsaid words and emotions you two never could just talk about behind it

"can I" he said

Without a single word your hand warped around his hand leading him into the sweats you had thrown on after the bath your head had laid down against his shoulder with a shakey breath as you felt his fingers slide threw your slit collecting your wetness then coming back up to your clit he started moving in slow circles as he slowly picked up the past you couldn't hold back the sighs and quite moans that fell past your lips only for him to hear you could feel your high coming the hand that held his wrist tightening as your high came over you

Coming back from your high with the slow circles finally coming to a end and the heartbeat in your ears claiming you watch as he takes his fingers to his mouth and with no words or anything else just a single hum in response one you know so well the one he does so often while sitting on the deck of the sunny late at night while enjoying his favorite sake while you sit there looking at the stars

You lay your head down on his chest as his chin comes down to comfortable lay on top of your head with his arms holding you tightly against him

Not a single word has to be shared yet both of you know every word that y'all have yet to say is so clear and it's so Calm the room full of understanding and love