zedwards

[zedwards]

in the presence of grace — SUNDAY

modern au! priest! sunday x male reader

religious themes, angst

a/n: im sorry ur requests r still on my drafts but i promise im working on them all during my breaks 🙏 but have this first cuz its been in my head for awhile

there is a kind of man you are not meant to love.

a man who smells like myrrh and devotion. who speaks like forgiveness and walks like he’s never touched dirt.

a man like sunday.

and yet you do. with every breath. every bitter heartbeat.

you love him the way a sinner loves the idea of heaven — not because he expects to enter it, but because it’s there, just out of reach, radiant in its cruelty.

you never asked to want him.

you met him in a church with faded murals and gold leaf peeling off the edges. a relic held together by quiet faith and flickering candles.

you were just passing through—or so you told yourself. you were the kind of man who didn’t stay. you carried too much ruin in your veins and too little hope in your chest.

and yet, he smiled at you as if none of that mattered.

“first time here?” he asked, soft-voiced, as if anything louder might scare you off.

you looked at him—clean shirt, gentle posture, that golden cross around his neck like a vow carved into metal.

“something like that,” you replied, hands in your coat pockets, keeping yourself still.

he told you his name was sunday.

you didn’t ask.

he asked you what yours was.

you didn’t care.

but you lied about yours.

with that, you left.

he didn’t tell you to come back or invite you to the masses, and you were glad he didn’t.

because you’d never come back.

or so you thought.

you came back, surprisingly.

not for the church. not for the sermons.

but perhaps for the way he made silence feel like shelter.

you never sat in the pews. instead, you lingered near the back, arms folded, watching the light bend through stained glass while he knelt before the altar.

eventually, he started talking to you after services. small things. comments about the weather. a quote from a book he liked. a story from someone else’s life—never his own.

you gave him nothing in return, and he never asked.

still, he looked at you like you were more than your silence.

and that made it worse.

you told him once—just to test him—that you believed sin was necessary.

that it wasn’t evil. just real. just survival.

“everyone is a sinner,” you said with a half-smile, a flicker of uncertainty in your throat.

you’ve never been this uncertain about your choices of words.

“so why should it matter if people sinned against those who have sinned to them?”

he didn’t flinch.

he just looked at you for a long moment.

and then he said, “sometimes forgiveness isn’t about deserving. it’s about releasing what’s killing you.”

you laughed—sharp, bitter.

“do you think i want to be forgiven?”

“i think you don’t know what you want.”

that stayed with you.

long after the candles burned out.

and for the first time in ever, you left uncertain of your choices.

before you knew it, it became a habit. you didn’t speak of it.

you came on fridays, always late. he stayed behind after the others left. the two of you existed in that space between prayer and confession, but you never kneeled.

you leaned against the back wall like a man ready to flee.

and still, he stayed.

once, you found him in the church garden. he was tending to an old rose bush that had long since stopped blooming.

you stood beside him, not speaking.

finally, you asked, “why bother? it’s dead.”

he looked at the bush. touched the thorns with bare fingers.

“it’s resting.”

you watched him for a long time.

and then, without thinking, you asked, “would you still believe in it if it had thorns big enough to draw blood?”

he looked at you and smiled.

“i already do.”

you didn’t know why.

but you left with your hands shaking.

you didn’t mean to fall for him.

it happened slowly. in the way he remembered things you never said out loud. the way he never pushed you, but always stayed.

you hated how gentle he was.

you hated how you wanted more.

you told yourself he would never want someone like you. that he was made of light and mercy and whatever god still lingered in hollow bones.

and you were made of ash.

but sometimes, when the two of you were alone, his gaze lingered too long. his words were too careful. his hands trembled just enough when they brushed yours. he never quite looked at you the same way he looked at the others.

sometimes you think he pities you.

sometimes you think he sees right through you.

he made you feel things you never wanted to feel, and out of desperation, you made the mistake of telling him the truth.

maybe you wanted to be reassured.

or you just wanted him to hate you.

one night, late—your voice rough, the scent of rain still clinging to your coat.

you told him the kind of man you used to be and all the horrible things you have done. what you did to survive. the people you hurt. the place you fled.

you didn’t cry. you didn’t shake.

but your voice broke, quietly, around the edges.

and when you were finished, you waited for him to walk away.

he didn’t.

he just looked at you.

“i understand,” he said softly.

you froze.

and that’s when you realized that he’s still looking at you gently.

he reached for your hand.

you pulled away.

why?

“don’t,” you rasped. “don’t touch me like i’m not disgusting.”

why can’t he just hate you?

everyone did.

really. it would have been better if he just hated you.

“you’re not.”

you laughed—something hoarse, hollow. “you say that like it means something.”

“it does.”

“no, sunday,” you snapped, stepping back. “you shouldn’t care about me! you should hate me—you don’t get to see the worst of me and still look at me like i’m—”

“worthy?” he asked, stepping forward. “you are.”

your hands clenched.

“i’m not like you, sunday.”

“i know.”

“i’ve never asked for forgiveness and i never will— i don’t deserve this. i don’t deserve you.”

silence.

then:

“you deserve peace.”

you almost laugh. “peace is for the dead.”

“then let me give you something else.”

you falter.

“…like what?”

his voice is soft. too soft. “a place to rest.”

your chest ached. there’s something rising in your throat—ugly, wet, shameful.

i love you.

but you knew you couldn’t.

“please, stay.” he pleaded.

and you didn’t.

you left that night.

didn’t come back for weeks.

the ache didn’t leave you.

it stayed under your ribs like a knife.

because you knew.

and worse—you believed it.

that sunday… loved you too.

and you felt guilty.

for making someone like him feel that way.

when you returned, you came back late at night. you just wanted to see the church, or so you tell yourself, one last time.

because of the memories.

but you didn’t think he’d still be there, lighting candles. the room glowed in amber and shadows.

he turned when you entered, startled.

you saw his breath catch.

“i thought i lost you,” he said.

you stepped into the aisle.

“you did.”

he walked toward you—slowly, as if afraid you’d vanish.

you let him get close this time.

“i shouldn’t have come,” you whispered.

“but you did.”

a silence settled between you. fragile.

you swallowed.

“i keep thinking,” you said, “if i’d been better. cleaner. more righteous. if i hadn’t done those… or if i had just been something other than me—”

“don’t,” he said, a plea.

but you pressed on, voice breaking, raw:

“i… would give anything,” you said, looking down. “to be a woman you could love.”

and it wasn’t just about gender.

it was about expectation. about being pure, being holy, being soft and untouched and blessable.

you had never been that.

you never would be.

his face broke. no saintly calm now— as if he was grieving.

“you think i care about you less because you’re a man?”

you didn’t answer.

you didn’t want to hear the truth. because if it was yes, it would kill you.

“you had no choices,” he said. “and you carried it. the hurt. the guilt. you never strayed, and i would carry those with you—”

“you can’t,” you snapped, stepping back. “you weren’t made to carry someone like me. you were made to save souls. and i don’t have one.”

a long pause.

then, barely above a whisper:

“i love you.”

your knees nearly gave out.

because it wasn’t lust. it wasn’t pity.

it was truth.

and it was everything you could never ask for.

you stepped forward and kissed him.

it was desperate. starved. your mouth on his like a prayer begging not to be heard.

then, you pushed him away.

you turned and ran away like a coward.

and you hated yourself for it.

because saints like him are meant to stand on altars.

and sinners like you only ever kneel on dirt.

[zedwards]

three rounds space — phainon & mydei

phainon x bottom male reader x mydei

requested!

a/n: it was a late post, but i hope this was to your liking! <3

the space was impossibly tight, the cold walls pressing in from all sides. you barely had time to react when you were unceremoniously shoved inside, squeezed between two imposing figure. worse, with two chrysos heir.

really. you just accepted phainon’s invitation to come with him on an errand, and then you guys met mydei along the way. who would have thought that you guys would end up in a dangerous situation though? you didn’t know how you three got stuck, but you had great hopes that the two chrysos heir would be able to find a way to help you out…

and unfortunately, you later learned that whatever pressure comes from the inside reflects back double, therefore mydei can’t just slam it open (with the possibility of it still failing) or else the punch would backfire and hit you guys instead, potentially putting your lives in grave danger.

so now, you guys were just stuck.

“…this is ridiculous,” mydei grunted, his tone edged with annoyance. you were pressed between the two, their chest pressing hard against your body, and honestly, it feels like…

“…being crushed by rocks.” you muttered, and the two looked at you, confused.

“sorry?” phainon asked, confusion laced in his tone as his hands braced themselves against the walls in an attempt to not crush you any further. however, the closeness was inevitable.

“seriously… why are you two so packed…” you let out a big sigh, your face dropping. what’s worse was they were bigger, taller, and stronger! it didn’t sit well with you, making you feel like a mouse trapped between a cat and dog. you were just grateful you weren’t being crushed to death… well, somehow.

“why are you even thinking about that?” mydei asked as he raised an eyebrow at your comment. his battle-hardened form pressed against your front, his hand placed against the wall while the other held your waist.

“what else am i supposed to think! escape?” you sarcastically said, looking up and meeting his surprisingly amused gaze, thanks to the light the walls somehow… has? on the other hand, phainon just awkwardly chuckled, and you huffed as you rolled his eyes at the two.

before once again, letting out a sigh.

“is it your habit to sigh so much?” mydei asked, tilting his head as he tried to get a good look on you. you felt a vein pop in your forehead at his question.

“are you angry, [n]?” phainon asked, his hands no longer bracing themselves against the wall but began to move and place them on your body, and it’s… making you feel things.

their touch was warm.

then, a sudden jolt from outside forcefully shifted your positions, making you fall back to mydei’s chest, his hands wrapping around you to keep you safe as he groaned at the impact of the wall behind while phainon tried his best to steady himself.

now you felt like being crushed.

“are you alright?” phainon asked and you simply nodded, your hands placed against the walls as you also tried your best not to lean on them. you nodded at his question before trying to shift into a more comfortable situation, despite the uncomfortable and annoying circumstance.

“w-wait… don’t move so much,” phainon gasped, one hand moving to your hip in an attempt to prevent you from moving back further.

“oh, sorry, just trying to… find a comfortable spot,” you mumbled, continuing to shift a few more times before phainon’s hand on your hip tightened and mydei’s hold on your waist pulled you, forcibly keeping you still.

“mydei!” you said, trying to remove his hold from your waist. he let go of you suddenly, making you fall back to the white-haired man who groaned behind you.

“sorry i—huh?” your eyes widened when phainon suddenly shifted, and you began to feel something hard poke at your back.

“p-phainon?” you stuttered, cheeks flushing in a deep shade of red as you thought about what it could possibly.

“no wonder you’ve been… looking like that, deliverer.” mydei huffed, a grin forming his lips. you couldn’t properly see phainon, but you can imagine him looking red as well. if that was what mydei was talking about.

now you really can feel the heat and tension inside. it’s not just them crushing you anymore, but also the warmth that radiated off from their body. it’s suffocating you, and for whatever reason, your senses seemed to heighten now that you gradually became aware of what the other has been feeling.

you were about to speak when phainon wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling his head on the crook of your neck. you froze, unsure of what to do before placing your hands on top of his arms that held you ever so gently.

“ha, you’re awfully clingy, deliverer,” mydei said, one hand placing itself on your hip while his other brought itself behind your head.

“don’t act like you’re not feeling the same way, mydei,” phainon mumbled and you noticed a hint of red forming on mydei’s cheeks, your eyes widening at the revelation.

“what are you guys… talking about?”

well, you weren’t a fool. but you couldn’t just… act without them confirming.

they were quiet, but their hands and the way they looked at you said otherwise. phainon’s hands moved under your shirt, feeling your soft skin as you squirmed under his touch while mydei stared at you, his fingers fidgeting with the strands of your hair.

“this isn’t really the right time to be telling this, no?” phainon chuckled as he lifted his head, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“i don’t think this is the time to be getting hard as well,” you said as you frowned at his words, catching him off guard as he stammered with whatever excuse he’s trying to come up with before finally letting it go.

“r-right…” he mumbled, and mydei watched you two with amusement in his eyes.

“…this really is ridiculous,” mydei said, the hand behind your head moving under your chin and grabbing it. “i like you,” he said before slamming his lips against yours.

the kiss was quite rough as you kissed him back, placing your hands on his chest while phainon began to kiss your shoulder. mydei then pulled away and you were about to say something when phainon grabbed your chin this time. “i…love you,” he whispered and pressed his lips against yours, much more gentler than when mydei did.

everything was so sweet and passionate.

too passionate, even. you could feel phainon slowly grind against you from behind, mydei bringing a hand under your shirt right beside phainon’s, pinching your nipple, causing for you to let out a sound. phainon took this as an advantage to slip his tongue inside your mouth, devouring your mouth like it was all he needed to live.

you brought your other hand behind phainon’s head, gripping his strands and pulling him back. “you guys… seriously? in this …place?” you panted, glancing back at mydei, who just looked as lustful as the deliverer.

“why don’t you bring us back then?” phainon said, a chuckle escaping his lips. your eyes widened at his comment, your entire face turning red.

“wasn’t this your plan? using your ability to lock us up here so we can admit how we feel about you?” mydei said, lifting your chin to look at him straight in the eye.

…it’s all because they wouldn’t confess!

you didn’t want to confess first, but you knew they feel the same way, they were so obvious it’s driving you crazy!

but, you got what you wanted. you’ve made them confess, and your heart has been beating like crazy since then.

“haha…” you looked away, huffing with a pout now that you just got exposed.

“i didn’t know you were into this… sort of stuff, [n].” phainon laughed, his voice ringing melodically in your ears.

“shut up!” you said, completely forgetting about the hand that was still on your chest until mydei pinched your nipple once again, making you yelp.

“mydei!”

“that’s not all of it, right?” he said, tilting his head as he played with your nipple.

…maybe to solve your sexual frustration as well.

“…welll....have sex with me?…” you mumbled, looking down with a flushed expression.

“in here?” phainon asked, surprised by your words. “but it’s so cramped here, i’ve lost count how many times i bumped my elbow trying to touch you!”

with that, you placed a hand on the wall and increased the space just enough to provide each of you some space to move around.

“you really want to have sex here?” mydei asked as he raised an eyebrow at your… kink? was this even a kink of yours?

“i’ve just been wanting to try it because of the seven minutes in heaven the trailblazers introduced us to…” you mumbled. “i just think it’s super hot.”

…that was just a week ago.

phainon snickered before pinning you against mydei’s body, unzipping your pants as he nuzzled his face on your nape. “you’re so cute…”

mydei hummed, pulling you in for a kiss in which you eagerly returned. his tongue slipped past your lips, tasting yours and feeling every inch of your mouth. on the other hand, phainon pulled your pants down to your thighs along with your underwear, immediately wrapping his hand around your already hard dick.

you moaned at the sensation, mydei swallowing the sound with his mouth as phainon began to gradually move his hands, increasing the speed. mydei pulled away, and you were left moaning while phainon’s hand did its magic. his calloused, large hands that rubbed you good felt so wonderful you’re about to cum. a few more pumps, and more, and you were cumming, letting out a loud groan as you came on his hand.

“you came a lot,” phainon said, rubbing his nose against the crook of your neck, smelling your sweet scent. mydei’s hands moved down to your ass, pulling them apart as phainon’s finger, drenched in your cum, probed your hole.

“ahnn…” you whined, wiggling your hips just slightly before mydei forced you to remain still, and phainon inserted a finger inside.

“hm? you’re quite loose,” phainon stated, making you feel embarrassed.

“i…did it before meeting you,” you said. phainon hummed at that before inserting another finger, scissoring you open. you could only let out moans, distracted by the pleasure he was giving you with just his hand.

unbeknownst to you, mydei was feeling quite jealous now that your attention’s all on phainon. he brought a finger on your hole as well, probing it while phainon looked at him, a grin forming his lips. you were caught off guard when mydei suddenly inserted two of his fingers inside, choking out a moan as you felt more stretched than usual.

“f-fuck!” you groaned, looking up at mydei who was watching you with an intensity in his gaze you couldn’t quite understand.

“w-wait, you guys—! ah!”

“we’re just loosening you up,” mydei said, finally finding the spot that made you roll back your eyes.

then, they pulled away. “h-huh?” you let out, drool nearly escaping before phainon grabbed your chin and kissed you again. then, you felt something poke at your hole. thick, hot, and hard. you whimpered at the feeling before he quickly slammed it inside, the kiss getting cut off as a moan akin to a scream escaped your throat.

it felt so fucking good. his dick immediately hitting your spot as drool dripped down mydei’s chest. mydei chuckled at your reaction, bringing your lips to his, once again pulling you in for a kiss as phainon rammed inside you like a wild animal.

mydei pulled away and phainon lifted you up, exposing yourself to mydei if it weren’t for your pants that covered you. well, no longer there, at least, as mydei finally removed it before spreading your legs further.

“a-ah…” you let out, covering your face in embarrassment as phainon kept fucking into you, tears prickling your eyes as you looked at mydei, who had already pulled his cock out of his pants, rubbing it at the sight of your tight hole around phainon’s dick.

“think you can fit us both?” mydei asked, tilting his head as he looked at you, who looked at him in shock. phainon halted his movement, surprised by mydei’s request.

“that’s impossible!” phainon said, his brows furrowed as he looked at mydei as if he was crazy. “it won’t fit.”

“uhn…” you whimpered, the thought of having two of them turning you on more than you initially thought.

“you’re not the one taking it,” mydei scoffed as he glared at phainon, placing a hand on your thigh to spread them further, his other hand busy with rubbing his own dick.

“[n], you can’t possibly—“

“just… be gentle.” you mumbled, covering your face with both arms as your dick twitched at the thought, clenching a few times on phainon’s dick, making him groan.

“hah? you really…” phainon huffed as mydei teased his thumb inside, making you moan at the stretch.

“mhm…” you whined, grabbing mydei’s dick, surprising him, as you guided it to your hole. “it’ll fit…”

mydei groaned at that. phainon pulled out just a bit, enough so that mydei could enter. mydei began to push in, the burn of the stretch making you cry out.

“relax,” mydei said and you tried to do as he said. once you rwere relaxed enough, he pushed a few inches more, once again making you cry out… in both pain and pleasure. phainon hissed as mydei’s dick rubbed against his, his hold on your thighs tightening.

soon, mydei was fully inside you, and you’ve never been so stretched before. your stomach felt full, and you swore it feels like they’re nestled inside you. your arms were wrapped around mydei, phainon grinding ever so slightly behind as you whimpered.

“m..move… please…” you pleaded, grinding back against their dick. phainon just let out a quiet hum before the two began to move. phainon pulled back while mydei pushed in, carefully, in order not to rip your hole. as soon as they noticed you relaxing more, they began to increase their pace, relishing in the sounds of your moan as they gradually increased in volume.

tears formed in your eyes, mouth agape as they manhandled you like no tomorrow, fucking into you rough and fast. their rock hard body pressed against yours, the feeling of being pressed no longer felt like being crushed, rather it felt more like a pleasurable sensation similar to being choked that has you begging for more.

you rambled on, trying to get them to move faster, moaning both their names like a mantra, lost in the pleasure and sensation they gave.

you felt yourself twitch, the familiar knot forming in your stomach as you neared your release. you clenched around them, making them groan while phainon nuzzled his head on your shoulder, biting on the exposed skin and leaving a prominent mark. occasionally, he would let out whimpers and quiet moans, unlike mydei who’d let out grunts and groans at the feeling.

they weren’t far behind, either. you could feel their cock throb inside you, twitching as their climax reached them. you felt mydei press you back to phainon’s chest, his movement increasing, following phainon’s and your eyes rolled back, the sudden slam of their dick triggering the impending release. you came on your stomach, thick ropes of cum spurting from your dick while theirs filled you up, some of it dribbling down your plugged hole.

you three panted before mydei pulled out, and your hole clenched around phainon, making him moan. you tried to keep their seed inside, still lost in pleasure, before phainon finally put you down, hands holding your waist as your legs gave up. cum dripped down your legs, whining at the feeling of emptiness.

“so can we return back?” mydei asked, squeezing your ass and pulling one cheek apart while phainon watched their seeds dripped down, his dick once again hardening.

“uhn… remember when i introduced you guys to the two figures i can borrow powers from?” you mumbled, cheeks pressed against mydei’s chest.

they looked at you, confused as to why you suddenly brought this up.

“i made a deal with them not to let us out until we’ve had at least three rounds…”

“ah… you crazy man,” mydei said, once again picking you up and slamming inside your cum-filled hole.

“we’ll fuck you until you pass out, alright?”

[zedwards]

helloooo i fell for your writing style 😭 i love it sm and saw your req is open so i want to test my luck dhwkkqoq. can i ask for bottom m!rd with sunday and aventurine 3p? reader loses a bet so he must take them both 😚 i wanna see reader being double penetrated when aventurine and sunday mock each other (maybe out of jealousy..) just ignore me if u feel uncomfy. tysm for your works, love them and you! have a nicee day/night 🥰

bet — sunday & aventurine

sunday x male reader x aventurine

requested!

you lost the bet.

a stupid card game with rules you barely understood, egged on by aventurine’s sweet-talking and sunday’s little smiles. you just played like a fool, confident you could bluff your way through.

but oh, you were wrong.

you should’ve known that the moment aventurine explained that there could only be one loser, all while looking at you with that signature grin of his!

“this is absolutey rigged,” you huffed, brows furrowed as you sat between the two of them, the game laid out on the table—some convoluted mess of cards and chips with rules only they seemed to understand.

“you’re bluffing,” you said, narrowing your eyes at aventurine as you laid down your hand.

aventurine hummed, tilting his head. “am i?”

sunday didn’t even look at you. he was already placing his cards down, gloved fingers pristine, precise.

“what’s the loser’s punishment again?” he asked as he turned to you.

“why’re you asking me? don’t you already know?”

“well, a loser should be aware of his punishment, no?

“huh?”

and just like that, they cleaned the table. your mouth fell open as your cards flopped pathetically in front of you.

“no. no, that’s bullshit. this game is rigged. you guys literally made it up—what the hell is a ‘cosmic fold’ anyway?” you huffed, pouting.

“a valid move,” sunday replied, with a bored look. “perhaps if you’d read the rules—”

“aventurine provided nothing.”

“that’s why i explained! if only you had listened—“

“you’ve got a knack for creating weird ass rules, aven,” you sighed, your upper body plopping down the table in defeat.

aventurine shrugged and began unbuttoning his sleeves. “oh well, a bet’s a bet, sweetheart.”

“there’s no way i will do whatever you guys want—“

“backing out now? you’re being unfair…” aventurine said, standing up and walking behind your chair, resting both hands on your shoulders as you scoffed.

you didn’t want to be unfair.

“back out my ass! what do you guys want?” you huffed, crossing your arms as you awaited their response… only to receive silence.

they were quiet, staring at each other like they were speaking in some silent, smug language only the two of them understood.

you sat there, an eyebrow raised, about to roll your eyes and call them out on their weird telepathy—

when sunday broke the silence, his ear wing covering his face from you in embarrassment.

“…take us both.”

the words dropped like a bomb, your mouth agape as you stared at him, utterly dumbfounded.

“…huh?”

aventurine grinned, his fingers moving to your jaw and lifting your chin up. “you heard him.” he whispered.

you swallowed hard. “you’re serious?”

aventurine hummed, giving you a cheeky grin as he pressed a soft kiss on your lips, trying to coax you into it. “you can’t really deny though, since that’s what the winners want!”

so they created this game… for that?!

“oh my gosh.” you said, your gaze moving back to sunday who no linger hid behind his ear wing, his cheeks flushed.

your body tensed, your dick already twitching at the thought. there’s… no harm in trying.

“…fine.” you sighed, standing up and they looked at you with sparkle(?) in their eyes. not that they’d notice. “let’s move to the bed.”

as you walked to the bed, the two followed behind. once you guys were close, aventurine sat on the bed and sunday wrapped his arms around you.

aventurine liked to watch, moving back on the bed frame as sunday began to undress you. his touch was gentle, as if he was afraid he’d break something fragile. then, he pushed you on the bed, knowing what the two wanted, you crawled toward the golden haired man leaning back on the bed frame.

“good boy,” aventurine purred and your cheeks flushed at the sound of his voice—sultry, deep, and warm.

“always ready to serve, hm?” sunday whispered on your ear, making you flinch as his hand grabbed your waist.

“shut up,” you huffed, hands bracing against Aventurine’s thighs as you leaned in, face flushed.

aventurine laughed.

his voice dripped amusement. “someone’s feisty.”

his hand slipped into your hair, not pulling—yet—but gripping just enough to remind you who was in front of you. he tilted your head up a little.

“go on then, sweetheart. show me what that mouth’s good for.”

behind you, sunday pressed closer, his chest flush against your back, crotch snug against your ass. his lips ghosted along your shoulder, pressing soft kisses.

his hand slid along your waist, dipping lower to squeeze your hip. you could feel him hard through his slacks—hot, restrained. the heat made your head spin as you unzipped aventurine’s pants with your teeth, eyes glaring up. you pulled his cock out, already hard as it stood out. you stared at it for a good moment before leaning in and taking aventurine’s cock into your mouth.

warm. heavy. slightly salty from pre-cum. you licked the head first, slow and lazy, just to tease. his breath hitched above you.

“ah—look at that,” he muttered, voice a little strained. “obedient as ever.”

sunday chuckled behind you, brushing your hair aside to kiss the back of your neck.

“he’s trying so hard to stay composed. let him focus, aventurine.”

“hmmm, nah.” aventurine’s pushed your head down, just a little—forcing you to take more, deeper. “his mouth’s too good.”

you moaned around him, eyes fluttering shut. sunday’s hand slipped lower again, fingers tracing along the curve of your ass.

“can I touch you, sweetheart?” sunday whispered, voice thick with affection, his finger dipping beneath your waistband and slowly dragging it down, pulling it off of you.

you didn’t answer, couldn’t—not with aventurine using your mouth so shamelessly. but your body answered for you, arching back into sunday’s touch, your throat flexing around aventurine’s cock as he groaned above you.

“that’s a yes,” aventurine smirked, hand tightening in your hair. “he’s such a good boy when he’s full.”

your lips were stretched around aventurine’s cock, spit slick and dripping from the corners of your mouth as he moved your head. the tip bumped the back of your throat with each push, and he knew. he could feel you trying not to choke—trying to take it all for him.

“you’re doing good,” aventurine crooned, his fingers tangled in your hair.

you moaned around him, eyes fluttering—half in pleasure, half from sunday’s lubed fingers pushing deep into your ass. he was behind you now, kneeling between your legs, murmuring praise against the curve of your back as his slicked fingers worked you open.

he crooked his fingers just right, and you jerked forward, moaning and gagging slightly around aventurine’s cock. your thighs quivered, heat prickling down your spine as the breath fled your lungs.

aventurine huffed, annoyed at the fact that sunday was pleasuring you more than him. “you’re distracting him.” he pulled you back slowly, letting his cock drag along your tongue.

sunday glared at him, but he didn’t stop. instead, he added a third finger now—slow and stretching, pushing deeper, and your hips bucked involuntarily.

“ha, you’re not listening at all.” he said, shoving your face down his cock and your eyes rolled back. his cock filled your throat over and over, the head pushing deep, brushing past your gag reflex. you’d tried to keep up. you really had.

but your body was trembling. because sunday was behind you, too. sweet voice in your ear while his slick fingers scissored inside your hole, stretching you open.

“you’re doing so well, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice pure velvet, his touch near-religious. “so obedient for us. you’re taking it. so, so well.”

your knees were barely holding up. your hands gripped at Aventurine’s thighs, knuckles white, moaning around his cock as your ass arched further into sunday’s touch. you were drooling. breathless. but you didn’t care.

aventurine glanced down, hand tight in your hair, watching your throat bulge around his cock with a grin like sin.

“shit, look at him. so obsessed.” he gave a shallow thrust, his cock sliding in easily now with how loose your mouth had gone for him.

“you didn’t give him the chance to breathe,” sunday countered calmly, pressing a third finger in. you cried out around aventurine’s cock, hips jerking—too much, too good.

“he’s sensitive. look at how his legs are shaking. let him breathe, aventurine.”

“he’s fine. aren’t you, sweetheart?” aventurine cooed mockingly, dragging his cock slowly out of your mouth—so slow it left a trail of spit connecting your lips to his tip. you gasped for air, eyes wet, chest heaving.

“there. a little breath. you earned it.”

then—a sudden stretch.

you choked out a moan, collapsing into aventurine’s lap as sunday finally replaced his fingers with the head of his cock. it pressed in smooth and steady, the burn of it sending a shiver down your spine as he filled the space he’d just prepared.

it’s like all your breath had just left you.

“s-sunday—!” your voice cracked, trembling as he pushed deeper, his hand spreading across your lower back to hold you still.

“don’t cry now,” Aventurine hummed, brushing your spit-slick cheek with his thumb. “you still have a job to finish.”

you whimpered—but you obeyed, because how could you not? your lips wrapped around his cock again, your tongue gliding under the shaft as sunday rocked his hips behind you in slow, rolling motions.

then, they found a rhythm together.

aventurine steadied your head and began to thrust into your mouth, while sunday fucked you in slow, careful strokes that reached deeper than anything ever had. you could feel every inch, gradually increasing his movement, and your cock was leaking untouched.

“you better not make him come,” aventurine growled, fucking your face harder now. his cock slid in, fast and hot, your throat flexing around him as tears spilled freely from the corners of your eyes. “i’m not even inside him yet.”

sunday chuckled softly, his control never slipping, even as your body trembled between them. “don’t worry, he’s a good boy for us…aren’t you, my love?”

lost in pleasure, you could only nod, moaning desperately around aventurine’s cock as sunday fucked you through it. you were stretched wide, wrecked already—and yet every nerve in your body ached for more.

the two went down on you until sunday came first. a deep groan into the back of your neck, his cock buried to the hilt as his warmth flooded inside you. he held your waist tenderly, breathing heavy, body trembling—but still careful not to collapse his weight onto yours.

aventurine came next, less composed—his thrusts rougher, your throat abused until his cock pulsed against your tongue, spilling down your throat in hot, messy spurts. he pulled out with a hiss, watching the mix of spit and cum drip down your chin with a lustful look.

“fuck,” he muttered, wiping a thumb over your lips. “you’re a fucking mess.”

you were gasping, wrecked, dazed. your limbs trembled as Sunday slowly slid out of you, his cum leaking down the inside of your thighs.

but they weren’t finished. of course, not when you had just agreed to take them both.

“grab him,” aventurine said with a grin, already gripping your hips. “i want to see his face when we fuck him together.”

sunday scoffed at that, but made no comment as he moved with surprising ease, despite just finishing. he guided you into a new position—your back against his chest, legs lifted and spread open, ass barely resting on aventurine’s thighs. your hole, slick with sunday’s cum and lube, was still fluttering, stretched and wet.

“he’s still open,” aventurine noted, teasing his fingers around your rim, making you whimper. “we can slide right in.”

“because i prepped and fucked him properly,” sunday said smoothly, kissing your shoulder gently, his ear wing rubbing against your skin lovingly. “unlike you.”

aventurine rolled his eyes, lining his cock up first. “you talk big.”

“maybe because i am bigger.” sunday grinned, positioning his cock beside aventurine’s.

aventurine scoffed at him, and then they entered you together.

aventurine first—slow, but with a delicious sting that made your toes curl. sunday followed, more deliberate, watching your body the entire time, watching your wet hole take them both.

the burn was incredible. the stretch, unbearable. your breath caught in your throat as your hole gave, opened wide to accommodate them both—aventurine in front, sunday behind.

you let out a broken sob, and they groaned in near unison.

“oh crap,” aventurine hissed, gripping your hips. “he’s tighter like this—ah, i can feel you squeezing me.”

“relax,” sunday whispered against your ear, his arms cradling your chest from behind. “just breathe, love. you’re perfect. so good for us.”

they began to move—slow, grinding thrusts that made your body jolt with every pass. it was overwhelming, too much, too good—the two of them grinding into each other with you caught in between.

“you’re drooling again,” aventurine said with a wicked grin. “guess i really did break your brain.”

“he’s moaning on every stroke,” sunday countered, kissing your cheek sweetly. “that’s not you. that’s me.”

“shut up. you sinful angel.”

“ha, as if you’re any better.”

you couldn’t utter a word, wanting nothing but to stop them and just encourage them to fuck you more. however, as you thought about that, their pace increased and it didn’t stop. it only deepened—synchronized, pulling cries out of your throat with every thrust. you were shaking, body coated in sweat, cock leaking untouched.

“can’t even talk anymore,” aventurine laughed. “we ruined him.”

“he’s still clenching.” sunday’s voice dropped into a hum. “i think he wants more.”

and you did. dsperately. the pleasure was a white-hot ache now, your whole body on the brink.

“what do you think, sweetheart?” aventurine growled, leaning in close. “think you can come with both our cocks inside you?”

you whimpered, nodding, breath hitching—

“good,” sunday whispered. “then cum.”

and when you came, they felt it. your hole clenched so hard around them that they groaned in unison, hips grinding deep, fucking you through the orgasm with matching, almost possessive thrusts.

you didn’t even realize you were crying until sunday kissed the tears from your cheeks, their hips still moving before finally hilting, the two of them cumming inside with a groan. your entire body trembled, eyes fluttered shut as you took in deep breathes. you feel them pull out, aventurine holding your tired body and letting you rest on his chest.

“you did good.” he said, rubbing your hips while sunday stood up and went to the bathroom, presumably getting ready to clean you up.

you only hummed, tired, weary as your body relaxed in his touch.

“rest, we’ll take care of you.”

[zedwards]

Make You Mine–part I

pairing: kim mingyu x male reader summary: you and mingyu are acquaintances and coincidentally meet in a night club in berlin when you're both on tour in the country. there, you two finally do something about the ongoing crush you have on each other! notes: canon universe, clubbing, reader is also a singer, lots of kissing, not explicit quite yet (that's for part 2) words: 2.1k part 2 coming soon (smut!)

The music blasted loudly in the club as the blinding lights flickered blue and red above the people on the dance floor. You were bobbing your head to the beat on the indoor mezzanine as you watched someone climb up the small stage on the dance floor below and drunkenly dance against a pole.

Being a celebrity, you didn't get too many opportunities to go out clubbing freely, only when you were on tour some place where you’re not that huge of a celebrity or where people are simply more discreet. In this case, the people of this club in Berlin seemed not to mind the presence of a celebrity. Plus, the place’s no-phone policy helped. Anyhow, it's not like you were super into clubbing anyway, but it was nice being able to go out like a normal person sometimes.

Earlier that night you had arrived at the club with one of your friends – who were nowhere to be seen for more than thirty minutes, when they ditched you to flirt with some guy that was ogling them nonstop. They’re probably fucking somewhere, you thought.

Tired of watching people dance on the floor below, you turned around and walked to the back of the mezzanine, leaning against the wall as you pulled out your phone to try and contact your friend – even though you knew it was pointless.

You sent a text you knew wasn't gonna be answered until the next morning and then put the device back in your pocket, taking a sip of the drink in your hand as you scanned the area around you.

The mezzanine wasn't very full, most people were leaning against the rail up front and looking down at the dance floor while one couple was not-so-subtly eating each other's faces against the wall to your right. You felt it was pointless to stay there alone and almost moved to leave that place until you spotted a familiar face that made you stop on your tracks.

Kim Mingyu.

You hadn’t realized Seventeen was on tour in Germany as well, so seeing him there completely surprised you.

You and Mingyu weren’t exactly friends. You shared a friend in common, which was Vernon, but never really got to bond with each other. However, every time you’d attend the same events you’d notice some kind of tension between the two of you. Even if you were on different sides of a room, you’d still find yourself holding eye contact with him a few times throughout the night. You couldn’t deny the crush you had on him for a while now.

You scanned him up and down for a moment while taking a sip of your drink. Mingyu's skin glistened bronze even under those red and blue lights and he towered over the other people on the other side of the mezzanine as he talked to one of his friends, Seungcheol. His outfit was simple, just a gray tank top and jeans. He looked sinful. The fabric around his torso hugged his muscles beautifully, highlighting his large chest and exposing his broad shoulders. The way he smirked while watching the people dancing on the floor was so hot, and seeing him hold a can of ice cold beer up and chug on it exposing his manly neck made your knees even weaker.

It didn't take long for Mingyu to spot you staring right at him. He smirked smugly when he noticed. Every time you passed by him at those award shows wearing the most sinful outfits, he would eat you up with his eyes, even though your oblivious ass didn’t notice. More than once he caught himself biting his lip, forcing himself to stay put—when all he wanted was to get up and pin you against the wall.

Well, now there was no stopping him.

Mingyu winked and waved, leaning towards Seungcheol to whisper a quick "be right back" before making his way towards you.

He approached with a smirk, supporting his hand on the wall right next to your head as he leaned down to speak through the loud music. "Hey, didn't expect to see you here." Mingyu was no fool flexing his arm like that so close to your face.

You bit the straw between your teeth as you let your gaze linger on his biceps for a second too long before meeting his eyes. "Didn't expect to see you either, but here we are."

Mingyu's smirk grew at that, enjoying your flirty tone. He leaned in even further to talk directly into your ear. "And what's a pretty boy like you doing here all by himself, hm?" The sound of his manly voice sent chills down your body and your stomach flipped. But you had to keep yourself together.

"Well, it turns out I was abandoned here by my friend. Hadn't you seen me, I would've been on my way out," you tilted your head slightly, eyes travelling down Mingyu’s neck and chest shamelessly.

"Good thing I came in time, huh? I can finally get to chat with you alone," he said, putting his finger under your chin and raising your head to meet his eyes once again. Somehow, it was easy to keep eye contact with him. It felt like you were both already intimate despite never getting to bond before.

The two of you chatted for a few minutes, talking about everything and nothing as the air between your bodies grew thicker. The conversation never felt boring, with jokes being thrown here and there and flirtatious remarks coming out in every sentence. For a moment, you forgot you were in a club filled with other people.

You heard the music in the background getting louder and watched as Mingyu leaned in once again to speak up against your ear. You could feel the heat from his body as he placed his hands on each side of your hips, making you feel oddly secure.

Closer I get

You placed your own free hand on his shoulder and made sure to breathe into his ear before continuing with whatever topic you were discussing. You threw compliments at each other’s latest releases and Mingyu couldn’t help but let you know how attractive he thought you looked each time he saw you on stage. There was no awkwardness between you two.

Can you resist?

His eyes were full of luxury as you both got increasingly flirty and daring with your comments about each other’s looks. You felt his thumb draw circles softly on your skin as he held you by the hips and that’s when you realized you hadn’t even noticed he got himself under the fabric of your shirt.

It’s relentless

It’s why

The music only helped increase the tension between the two of you as he looked into your eyes intensely, stripping you naked in his mind. As if on cue, Mingyu crashed his lips on yours at the drop of the beat.

I, I, I wanna feel, feel, feel

Wanna taste, taste, taste

Wanna get you going

Careless, you dropped the can in your hand on the ground before placing your fingers on his nape, pulling him closer into the heated kiss.

I, I, I wanna lay, lay, lay

Wanna string, string, string

Wanna make you mine

You felt Mingyu inhale deeply into the kiss before moving one of his hands to your nape too, pressing his face into yours as close as he could. His wet tongue fought its way into your hot mouth and you couldn’t help but moan at it. You tasted him in your own tongue and the feeling of him inside your mouth sent you through the stars.

Mingyu’s hands couldn’t stay still after a while, soon they were running down your back to squeeze your ass and press your hips against his. You whimpered into his mouth when you felt his hardening bulge press up against you and suddenly you felt yourself desperate to tear all his clothes off right then and there.

Your hands started roaming as well, feeling up Mingyu’s toned arms and back muscles as you tried to remind yourself you were still in public. Not tearing apart Mingyu’s tank top right there was possibly one of the hardest tasks you’ve ever been challenged with.

Finally realizing you needed to take a breath after making out for so long, you two separated your heated mouths. “Wow,” Mingyu panted, hands on your hips keeping you in place. You smiled at him, also panting, with your arms around his neck.

It was only then that you realized the speakers were halfway through another song, meaning you had been kissing for at least a few minutes–while in your head it felt like mere seconds. You couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that it felt so natural–moreover intense and heated–as if you had been together for a while already.

Mingyu leaned in once again but, instead of connecting your lips again, he turned to whisper into your ear. “You have no idea for just how long I’ve been craving you.” He squeezed your hips slightly. You couldn’t help but smile once again. The chemistry between you two in that moment felt unreal. How could you feel so connected already?

Your response was to lean in and kiss him again. You made sure the kiss started slower than before this time, and Mingyu matched your pace perfectly. For a couple minutes you two stayed that way, taking turns slowly in tasting each other’s mouths with your tongues and nibbling each other’s lips here and there.

After a while, Mingyu broke the kiss again and started to trail kisses down your cheek and neck, where he stopped to smell and suck on softly. You moaned into his ear and feared you’d be too weak under his touch that you’d let him do anything right there. But Mingyu wasn’t crazy, of course, he worked on your neck for a few seconds and soon came back up to claim your mouth once more into another heated make out session.

You two seemed to never get enough of each other’s mouths. You sucked on his tongue once he inserted it in between your lips again and felt him moaning into your mouth. He did the same a few seconds later when your own tongue danced its way into his mouth. It truly felt like your lips belonged together with how well they fit against one another like puzzle pieces.

You two would pause for just a second to breathe before going right back in. The kissing became more erratic and intense as you felt Mingyu press his body against yours again, making sure you felt just how hard he was under his pants. You whimpered under him, letting your mind run wild with the amount of things you wish you could do to him right then but couldn’t.

For just a couple seconds, Mingyu broke off again and turned his head to look around, checking if there was anybody paying attention to you. You didn’t know what exactly he was looking for but didn’t have time to ask before he turned his head right back at you and wrapped his hand on one of your wrists. He placed your hand right on his crotch and made you squeeze it. Fuck, you mouthed under your breath. You felt his cock twitch under your palm and you couldn’t think of anything other than just how massive it seemed to be. It felt thick and long. Mingyu was hung as a fucking horse.

He looked at you with glazed eyes, yearning for you. His cock twitched again under the tight fabric of his jeans and soon you had your lips being ravished again by Mingyu’s hungry mouth. It seemed that the more you kissed, the more you needed each other. Neither of you could get enough of it.

Panting in between kisses, you two locked eyes again and smiled. “What do you say we take this to my hotel?” Mingyu asked, eyes showing a mixture of lust and passion. You shared the same glint in your eyes, wanting to touch and explore his whole body all night but also simply stay by his side and enjoy his presence. This wasn’t only physical.

“I say that’s a very good idea,” you responded, eyes locked with his as you two smiled.

Mingyu gave a sweet peck to your lips and moved away, giving you more space. You instantly missed the feeling of his body against yours. “Come with me,” he took your hand in his and guided you to the back exit of the club. The smile on your face just wouldn’t fade as you thought to yourself how that night would be the best you’d have in years.

to be continued!

[zedwards]

Dick remembered a word to say when people are yelling!! man, I wonder where he learned that...

He does get very upset when he learns it's bad to say,, Bruce isn't mad of course he thinks it's hilarious

[zedwards]

Lazy Day

Seth Lowell/Male Reader - Fluff - Words/ 476

Pronouns - He/Him ; Pet name(s) - Kitty, Boyfriend

Mention - I will keep writing this gay kitty

Please note this isn't canon accurate and I don't care

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The sunlight filtered through the curtains and the shrilling scream of the alarm clock woke both of the men in the apartment, one groaned as the other crawled out from under the blankets to turn it off. Seth rolled over patting at his alarm clock, he knew it was a holiday but out of habit he had set the alarm up the night before. His boyfriend, Y/N, groaned as Seth nuzzled into his warm embrace which he did often when the apartment was cold and didn’t want to get up to turn the heat on. 

“Kitty, your ear is in my mouth.” Y/N mumbled, forcing his hands to the frigid air to scrape out the cat fur from his mouth, causing Seth to nuzzle his head into his boyfriend’s hand wanting some scratches. In any other situation Seth was decent at trying to  hide his cat likeness but when he was tucked away from work and pests outside he indulged in his cat behaviors. Y/N groaned as he rolled to lay flat on his back so Seth could crawl up and nuzzle into his neck, that was one of his favorite things because it made Y/N more vulnerable. 

As the morning slowly turned into noon and then early afternoon the two men cuddled under all the blankets they managed to stack on the bed. Going from cuddling chest to check to spooning, to Seth nuzzling into Y/N’s side, and even them both tangled in limbs. It was almost a ritual at this point and whoever got out of bed first had to feed the both of them, but as the hours slowly crawled by they settled on ordering take out since it became abundantly clear that either of them wanted to do anything out of bed. 

“Where are my pants?” Seth mumbled as he finally got out of bed when the doorbell rang signaling the food was delivered, the night before Seth was dead set on him and Y/N sleeping as much skin to skin as they could be hence the removal of pants. 

“By the closet you flung it over there.” Y/N replied back as he scrolled on his tablet while the cat boy gathered their feast for the day, he got out of bed and went to the bathroom, the cold bathroom floor made him shiver rushing him back to the cozy bed he left behind. 

Seth brought in a tray for the food to settle on after last time when he accidentally dumped half his food onto the bed and was made to purchase a new bed set at 3am. They both learned quickly what they needed to do when it came to feasting in bed. Everything was portioned out and the two men was cuddled together. They watched a movie that Zhu Yuan recommended them. 

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[zedwards]

eyes don’t lie  ( jake sim )

you’re always flirting with jake for fun, but little do you know, it has a huge effect on him.

❛ content 1.4k words, male reader, bestfriend! jake, college au, alcohol consumption, suggestive themes, profanity, sexual tension, detailed heated kissing.

jake sim had spent way too much time trying to figure you out.

ever since college, you’d been on a mission to make his life difficult. not in the way that a bad roommate or an annoying classmate might, but in a way that kept him up at night, staring at his ceiling, wondering what the hell you were trying to do to him.

you flirted with him like it was second nature — words dripping with innuendo, casual touches that never felt quite as casual as they should. you did it so effortlessly, so consistently, that everyone around you had stopped questioning whether there was something going on between the two of you and had just accepted it as fact.

jake had tried to ignore it. he had tried to convince himself it was all a joke, just your personality, just another one of your stupid little games.

but the problem was if this was a game, jake was losing.

and tonight, at this godforsaken party, he was about to lose real bad.

the music was pounding through the walls, bass shaking the floor. the air was thick with the smell of alcohol, sweat, and some kind of overly sweet fruit punch that was definitely more vodka than juice.

jake had been standing by the couch, half-heartedly listening to a conversation about a football game he didn't care about, when he felt it ; you.

sliding up beside him, arm draping over his shoulders like you’d been waiting for the perfect moment to make his life a living hell.

“hey, pretty boy,” you murmured, voice dangerously smooth. “you look really good tonight.”

“jesus christ,” jake exhaled sharply.

you grinned. “what? not used to compliments?”

“not from you.”

that was a lie. he was way too used to them, which was exactly the problem.

you laughed, leaning in just a fraction closer, and jake could feel you. the warmth of your breath against his skin, the press of your chest against his arm — it was insane how little space there was between you, and it was even more insane how much jake wanted it.

“you always get this flustered?” you teased, fingers brushing against his when you reached for the drink in his hand. “or just with me?”

jake clenched his jaw. “do you ever shut up?”

“you really love it, huh?”

and the worst part was — you were so fucking right.

jake had spent years letting you get away with this, letting you flirt and touch and push every single one of his buttons without ever calling you out on it. because deep down, some stupid part of him did love it. some stupid part of him wanted to believe that maybe, just maybe, you weren’t joking.

that maybe he wasn’t the only one overanalyzing every touch, every look, every barely-there moment that felt way too real.

“hey, guys! we’re playing truth or dare,” someone called from across the room, waving people over. “get over here!”

“you in?” you turned to jake, eyes gleaming with mischief.

jake stared at you for a long moment. he should say no. he should make some excuse, leave before this night got even more dangerous.

instead, he found himself exhaling a resigned, “yeah, sure.”

big mistake.

the game started off simple enough. stupid dares, embarrassing questions, the usual. but jake should’ve known that it wouldn’t stay that way for long.

because then it was your turn.

and of course, because the universe hated him, someone had to ask, “who in this room would you most want to kiss?”

jake’s stomach dropped.

the whole circle erupted into whistles and laughter, and you — cool as ever — just leaned back on your palms, tilting your head in mock thought.

“hm,” you mused. “that’s a tough one.”

jake’s heart was pounding.

you were doing this on purpose. you had to be.

then, your eyes flicked to his. just for a second. just long enough for him to feel it. and that was all it took for his brain to short-circuit.

“i’d tell you, but i think i’d rather show you,” you smirked, again.

jake felt his face heat up, a mix of frustration and something he didn’t want to name burning in his chest. you were so full of shit, and yet—

why did he want you to mean it so badly?

the game went on, but jake wasn’t paying attention anymore. all he could think about was the way you’d looked at him just now. the way your gaze had lingered, just a little too long.

and then, just when he thought the night couldn’t get any worse… you leaned in, voice dropping into something softer, dangerous.

“hey.”

jake swallowed hard. “what?”

you studied him for a moment, like you were debating something. and then—

“you ever notice how you never stop me?”

jake froze. his breath hitched, heart slamming against his ribs. he turned his head slowly, meeting your gaze, and suddenly… fuck. you were so close.

closer than you should be. closer than friends should be. and your eyes — dark, hooded, devouring him whole.

oh god. jake’s grip tightened around the beer bottle in his hand. “what are you trying to say?”

you didn’t answer right away. instead, you reached out, fingers grazing his wrist. the touch was light, barely there, but it sent a shockwave through him.

“i think you know,” you murmured.

jake felt like he couldn’t breathe.

maybe it was the alcohol. maybe it was the heat of the room. or maybe it was the fact that for the first time in years, you weren’t laughing.

you weren’t turning this into a joke. you were so serious. and that — more than anything — was what did it.

before he could stop himself, jake’s hand shot out, fingers curling around your wrist. tight. firm. the way your breath hitched did something to him, something dangerous, something unstoppable.

his voice was suddenly low, rough. “what if i do want to kiss you?”

your eyes flickered down to his lips. and just like that, jake was gone.

the second his lips crashed against yours, the world tilted.

it wasn’t soft. it wasn’t careful. it was desperate — months, years of built-up tension snapping all at once. the air between you burned, and neither of you wanted to waste another second.

your hands fisted in his shirt, yanking him closer, and jake melted into it, pressing back with just as much hunger, as if he could drown in you and still come back for more. you tasted like beer and something sweeter, something unmistakably you, and it was intoxicating.

jake groaned into your mouth, a low, needy sound that sent a shiver down your spine. you — cocky bastard that you were — smiled against his lips, like you knew exactly what you were doing to him. like you’d been waiting for this, savoring the anticipation, knowing you had him wrapped around your finger.

and fuck, maybe you had.

jake didn’t know who moved first, but suddenly, his back hit the nearest wall with a dull thud.

it barely registered, because you were everywhere — your hands in his hair, tugging just enough to make him gasp against your lips; your fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw before sliding down his throat, pressing against his pulse like you wanted to feel just how fast he was unraveling for you.

his grip tightened on your hips, rough and possessive, dragging you against him like he needed you closer, like there was still too much space between you. the heat of your body, the way you pressed flush against him — it was dizzying. your teeth grazed his lower lip, teasing, and his breath hitched before he tilted his head, deepening the kiss, chasing the taste of you like he was starving.

you pulled back just enough to whisper, breathless and smug against his lips, “took you long enough.”

jake let out a shaky laugh, but his fingers dug into your waist, eyes dark with something molten.

“shut up,” he muttered.

and then, he kissed you again. harder, deeper, like he was making up for every second he’d spent holding back.

[zedwards]

And finally here's your big hug ! @hyunjins-orange-slice-too

[zedwards]

Namjoon mlm bf au

I feel like you'd be either his first or first serious boyfriend

Another one that gives off the vibe of liking boys just not having the chance to date them

I think he'd prefer dating a younger boy too maybe someone more 'cute' like jimin

He'd be quiet touchy and fond of pda, not like exesivly but often holding your hand or has his hand on your back/waist

More cuddly and affectionate in private

Loves travelling with you, even if its to the countryside for the weekend

Takes you to a lot of museums and art exhibutions if you're intrested obvs

But also loves dates were you just stay in cuddle and watch a movie

Would like to take you somewhere nice and expensive for special occasions though

Starts weird and deep conversations with you whenever and whenever and will get sad if you ignore him

Honestly though like he calls you his muse cuz he gets so much inspiration from you

Loves kissing your forehead/cheek

Also loves having you in his lap cuz he can hug and kiss you easily and also work

Talks about you so much the members are highkey getting sick of it

But honestly he's so whipped they think its cute too

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revenge ⇢ myg

you’ve dedicated your entire life to avenging your parents’ death. every sacrifice you’ve made, every tear and blood that you’ve shed has led you this moment. standing in front of the man who’s responsible for your parents’ death, blade in hand and ready to strike. the only problem was, was that he was the emperor of the northern kingdoms—and your husband.

pairing — emperor!yoongi x malereader

genre — angst, sexual themes, royalty au

warnings — swearing, implied rape and torture, mentions of blood and murder, brief mentions of suicide, yoongi is kind of evil but soft for the reader, and the reader has a fake name

author’s note — this is just something that i’ve been thinking about recently and wanted to get out before i completely forget about it.

word count — 2.9k

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Min Yoongi.

Just the thought of that name alone made your blood instantly boil with rage and hatred run through your veins.

Everyone across the vast lands knew him by his reputation and many titles. The young Emperor of the Northern Kingdoms was one of them, and the Hero of the North was another—even though many saw him as the villain instead.

Keep reading

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Ok amazing! It’s just some fluff between Changbin and reader where reader is obsessed with his muscles and keeps squeezing them and loving on them

Cuddles and Muscles

Y/N sighs as he collapses into his bed. He rolls over and glances at the offensively bright digital alarm clock on his bedstead.

11:49 PM

Im exhausted.

He stretches out and brings his phone to his face, beginning to scroll absentmindedly on Instagram. He comes across a picture posted from the user jutdwae, or Changbin; Y/N's beautifully beefy boyfriend.

He sighs again to himself before liking the picture of him and swipes over to his messages app.

Y/N: Binnieeee

Almost instantly three dots pop up as he replies.

Dwaekki: Yeeeees?

Y/N: I miss you, come over?

Dwaekki: Of course

Y/N: :)

Y/N couldn't wait, so he pulled out life 360 to track Changbin on his 5 minute commute to his place. Sure enough, 6 minutes later the door gently opens and a light knock lands on Y/N's door.

"Heeeeeeey!" Changbin's voice gently calls from behind the door.

"Come in!" Y/N cheerfully responds. Changbin opens the door and walks over to the bed. Y/N beckons him with outstretched arms while still lying on his side. Changbin smiles and crawls into bed next to him, wrapping his thick arms around his smaller boyfriend. Y/N nuzzles into his chest, enjoying his warmth and soft skin from beneath his t-shirt.

"Mmmmm... my pillow." Y/N closes his eyes and cuddles close, while gently running his hands along Changbin's chest. Changbin giggles.

"Yeah, I'm your pillow. Was it a rough day?"

Instead of responding, Y/N just nods his hands and hugs Changbin's bicep. He smiles and plants a kiss on Y/N's cheek.

"My poor baby. It's okay, you can squeeze your Binnie all you like."

Y/N smiles and continues to run his hands along his boyfriend's arms and chest.

"Binnie?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

Changbin gives Y/N a soft squeeze, a comforting embrace, and Y/N feels safe and warm in his arms.

"I love you too, Y/N."

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I know it was short but I think it was sweet! :) Thank you for reading!!!

Stay tuned, Jae loves you <3

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one of the things that make me so sad in the kpop x male reader community is when a really really REALLY GOOD WRITER just POOFS. Gone. Never to been seen or heard from for months.

Everytime I’m just devastated because MAN. US KPOP x MALE READER FANS WANT SOME CONTENT TOO THERES NEVER ENOUGH X MALE READER CONTENT ANYWHERE AND I SOB INTERNALLY EVERYTIME WE LOOSE A X MALE READER WRITER BADDIE 😞😞

(afewofmufavoritewritershavebeenslowlybackingawayanditmakesmecrybecausetheyresuchamazingwritersiwouldDIEforsomeofthemcjdngjrj)

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felix — beyond live 'dominATE japan'

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Tunnel vision got my eyes on you Tracking every single line and every move

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I'll be There

>pairing —seo changbin x trans!male reader >genre — fluff, a bit angsty >summary —  When you're overwhelmed by the return of your period and feelings of dysphoria, Changbin steps in with quiet care and love, proving that even in the hardest moments you're never alone. >word count — 3,7k >a/n: idk how this happened i was planning on writing something short and fluffy but yeah, anyway... I hope you like it! This is my first time posting in a long while but luckily i'm on my winter break, so i'll catch up with reqs! thank you so much for your patience and support xoxo >warnings: dysphoria, menstrual themes.

“Alright, sounds good. How about next week? If I remember correctly, we have to record the dance practice for the title track.” Chan says and immediately looks at everyone’s reactions. 

You all are practicing for the upcoming comeback, recording videos for promotion, practicing nonstop the different choreographies, attending meetings, recording some songs, practicing again, recording many more things for different platforms and doing many other interviews. It is exhausting, sometimes, but you all think it is worth it when seeing the results of your hard work. 

“Yeah, next week seems fine.” Hyunjin agrees out loud meanwhile the rest of you just nod and stand up as today’s practice has finished. “I guess we could go live after recording the practice, and tease a bit about the comeback.”

Chan gives a few last indications and stays a bit talking to the staff while you start collecting your stuff and getting ready to go back to the dorm. It’s late, and you still need to get up early for tomorrow’s activities. As you walk back to the lockers you let out a deep sigh; your head has been hurting a lot and you could only owe it to the sleepless nights and continuous work. Changbin's eyes flicker to you as you try to gather your stuff, clearly in discomfort but not saying anything. He knows you better than anyone, especially after the months you've been together, but there’s still a certain sense of care and sensitivity he approaches your health with.

“Hey,” He murmurs softly as he grabs your bag before you could even touch it. “Are you okay?” Changbin asks, snapping you out of your thoughts. 

You nod and give him a weak smile. “Yeah, just a little worn out. I’ll be fine.”

He doesn’t buy it, not for a second. He knows you enough to tell you were feeling bad; he has noticed how in this whole time in the practice room you didn’t say a word, only when you were asked to. The groans you let out as a sign of tiredness and discomfort wasn’t something he overlooked. “You sure? You’re still not looking like yourself. Do you want me to get you something?”

Before you can respond, he walks ahead of you, his phone already out. You’re not sure who he’s messaging, but by the time you walk out of the room, he’s holding some painkillers and a water bottle in his hands. “Here, love. Take this and let’s get you something to eat, alright? I’m making dinner tonight.”

You look up at Changbin, a bit surprised but mostly grateful. He’s always been the thoughtful one, noticing the smallest details when you’re not feeling your best. The thought of dinner sounds comforting, but you’re not sure if you have the energy to eat.

“I don’t know, I’m really not feeling great,” you mutter, rubbing your temples as the headache intensifies.

He shakes his head with that soft, concerned smile of his. "That’s exactly why you need to eat. And no arguing with me. You know I can’t let you starve, especially when you're like this."

You let out a tired laugh. "You’re really spoiling me, aren’t you?"

He winks, his grin widening. "Someone has to take care of you, especially when you're too stubborn to do it yourself."

You smile at him, feeling a little lighter, and let him lead you out of the building into the car waiting for you, his arm gently guiding you along. As all of you make your way back to the dorm, Jeongin, Minho and Felix are engaging in an interesting debate about which one is the best Pokémon, Hyunjin seems to be focused on something on his phone and Seungmin, Han and Chan are discussing details of their agenda. But Changbin keeps glancing over at you, his eyes filled with concern, making sure you're comfortable. You find it endearing, the way he always looks after you, even in the smallest of ways.

When you finally get back to the dorm, the first thing Changbin does is usher you to the couch, throwing a blanket over your shoulders before even thinking about starting dinner. You sink into the cushions, letting the comfort of the blanket wrap around you as you watch him bustle around the kitchen. He’s surprisingly good at cooking, something you learned early on in your relationship, and you can't help but admire the way he moves so effortlessly, his focus entirely on making sure you're okay.

"Sit back, relax. I’ve got it from here," he says, glancing over his shoulder with a teasing grin. "I’m the chef tonight."

Everyone seemed to catch up on you feeling a bit down so they do their best on not making too much noise and check up on you constantly. Felix has put on your favorite movie and Jeongin prepared you a warm bath; which you truly appreciated. 

You were nearly sleeping on the couch as the warm water made you feel more tired, but Changbin finished cooking quickly with the help of Minho as well. You all gather at the table and try not to discuss work themes; everyone seemed to be tired of it as well, so a new rule you all agreed on was not to bring those matters to the dorm; just try to relax and catch a break from all the stress it implied.

“I’ll wash the dishes tonight, everyone just go to sleep.” Chan murmurs and everyone thanks him with a smile. You smile and stand up, rushing to your bedroom and hurrying to prepare for sleep.

Changbin walks in a few minutes later, still with a look of concern on his face. You exit the bathroom and yawn. 

“How are you feeling now?” He asks as he starts to get ready too. You just get in bed and sigh.

You close your eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. Your head still hurts, but it’s not as intense as before, and the comfort of your bed helps ease the tension in your muscles.

"I’m okay now, I think," you reply, your voice softer than usual. “The bath really helped... and dinner was perfect, as always, so thank you. I feel... I don’t know, just a little less heavy.”

Changbin walks over to the bed, his expression softening even more as he sits next to you. He brushes a strand of hair away from your face, his touch gentle and caring.

You chuckle softly, closing your eyes for a moment. As much as you love seeing him take care of you, you can’t help but feel a little guilty. He deserves the same care and attention, but you’ve been too caught up in your own exhaustion to give him the same.

"I’m sorry for being such a mess lately," you murmur, barely audible.

Changbin stops mid-motion, "You’re not a mess. You're allowed to be tired, and you're allowed to ask for help when you need it. I’m here for all of it, alright? Just… don’t shut me out."

You look up at him, his eyes so full of understanding, and you feel your chest tighten with appreciation. He doesn’t want anything in return; he just wants to be there for you, in whatever way you need.

“I love you so much,” you whisper, your voice a little shaky.

He smiles softly, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “I love you more, and I’ll always be here. You don’t have to thank me. Just… focus on getting better, okay?"

You nod, feeling a sense of peace wash over you. Maybe you were running on empty, but with Changbin by your side, you knew you could face anything. Even the toughest days would feel a little easier with him there to support you.

Truth is, Changbin has been a gift sent from heaven. It was so easy for you two to connect, to develop something greater than a friendship; it was so natural, so meant to happen. You loved every single one of your friends, you even considered them your family; but with Changbin you just knew you were meant to be together as something more. He often liked to say you were like an extension of himself, of his soul. 

At the beginning you were just a mess of nerves and fear. You were confident in your identity and being, it was the people’s reaction what made you feel worried. The thought of being misunderstood, judged, or treated differently because of who you were felt like a heavy weight on your chest. But over time, you learned to trust yourself more, to lean into your confidence, even when doubt crept in. 

What made it all bearable, though, was finding the right people to stick by your side, people who saw you for who you truly were. Changbin was one of them. He never once faltered in his support. From the very beginning, when you had confided in him about your fears and insecurities, he was unwavering in his care and understanding. He made sure you always knew that your identity, your truth, was something beautiful in his eyes. He never made you feel like a burden, never pushed you to change, just accepted you fully, as you were.

You’d been together for a while now, but it wasn’t something you could just throw out to the fans. Being a part of Stray Kids has always been an exciting, rewarding journey, but it also came with its own challenges, especially in the industry you’re in, where image and expectations are everything. Things are fine as they are now; calm, private, and under control.

“I’m really lucky, aren’t I?” you murmur softly, nestling deeper into Changbin’s embrace.

He tightens his hold on you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “No,” he replies, his voice filled with warmth. “I’m the lucky one.”

You smile, feeling the warmth of his words settle in your chest. It’s a quiet moment, but in it, you feel like everything is right.

"Yeah," you whisper, your eyes fluttering closed, "we're both lucky."

He hums softly in agreement, his thumb gently brushing against your arm as the two of you drift into a peaceful sleep.

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The next week rolls around, and practice is as intense as ever. The comeback is just around the corner, and everyone is pushing hard to perfect every move and note. You’ve been working non-stop, barely catching a break, and the exhaustion is starting to take its toll. The symptoms had been there all week, the fatigue, headaches, cramps, but you convinced yourself it was just the stress of all the rehearsals, meetings, and promotions. After all, you’ve been on testosterone for months, and your periods had been absent, so you didn’t expect to deal with them again. But as the day goes on, the cramps intensify, and that’s when it hits you: Oh no. You’re getting your period.

You try to push through, focusing on the choreography and not letting yourself get distracted, but the pain becomes unbearable. You’re still moving, but it’s sluggish, like your body isn’t responding the way it should. Your stomach twists with each step, the cramps growing sharper, and you can feel your face flush. This isn’t just from stress, you think. It’s the real deal.

You’re about to say something when Changbin notices first. He’s always been quick to read your expressions, and today is no different. He pauses mid-step, his eyes catching yours, and something in his expression shifts. There’s a sudden concern there that makes you freeze. He knows.

"Hey," he murmurs, stepping closer, his hand resting gently on your shoulder. "Are you okay? You don’t look so good."

You try to force a smile, but it feels weak. “I’m fine. Just tired, but I’ll catch up, honestly. I’ll be alright.”

Changbin sighs. His eyes flicker over you again, noticing the way you’re holding your stomach and the tightness in your posture. “You’re sweating, and you’re holding your stomach. It’s more than just being tired, isn’t it?”

You let out a shaky breath, trying to ignore the building anxiety in your chest. “I think I’m about to start my period…” you say in a quiet voice, almost embarrassed to admit it. You don’t want to make a scene, especially not in front of the team, but it’s hard to ignore the truth. You had thought the testosterone would stop your periods for good, and now, to have them come back so unexpectedly, it’s a shock. A panic starts to rise in your chest. 

Changbin’s face softens, and he immediately takes a step closer, his expression filled with concern. “Hey, it’s okay. Don’t stress about it. We’ll figure it out.”

But you can’t help the worry that settles in your gut. You hadn’t expected this, and now it feels like everything’s coming undone. What if something’s wrong? What if I’m not supposed to have this anymore?

Before you can spiral into those thoughts, Changbin is already taking charge. He walks over to Chan and the staff, speaking to them in quiet tones. You can hear a few words exchanged, but the conversation feels distant as the pain continues to rise. You want to push through, to keep going, but the cramps are unbearable. You can barely stand up straight, and your body feels like it’s shutting down.

When Changbin comes back, he kneels down in front of you, his hand resting gently on your knee. “They’re good with everything. You don’t need to worry about the live or rehearsal for now. We’ll handle it.”

You open your mouth to protest, but the words get stuck in your throat. The thought of letting everyone down, especially when they’ve been counting on you, makes your chest tighten. You swallow hard, the weight of it all starting to sink in. “I feel like I’m failing, though. Everyone’s expecting me to be there, and I can’t even keep it together.”

Changbin takes your hand in his, squeezing it gently. “You’re not failing. Taking care of yourself doesn’t make you weak. You’ve been working so hard, and you’ve got us. We’ve got your back, okay?”

His words ease the tightness in your chest, but the anxiety is still there, lingering in the back of your mind. You don’t want to feel like a burden, especially not to Changbin. But his reassuring smile and calm presence give you the comfort you need to let go of some of that fear.

He stands up, brushing a hand through your hair before looking down at you with a soft expression. “I’ll make sure everything’s taken care of. Let’s get you home, alright?”

As Changbin helps you out of the practice room and toward the car waiting to take you home, the guilt starts creeping in again. You’re quiet for most of the ride, staring out of the window, your mind racing. Why now? Why did this have to happen now of all times? What if the guys are mad at me? What if this keeps happening? What if something’s wrong with my body?

Changbin doesn’t press you to talk, though. He keeps his hand resting on yours, his thumb tracing calming circles over your knuckles. Every now and then, he glances over, but he knows you need the space to work through your thoughts, even if they’re running wild.

When you finally get back to the dorm, the silence feels heavier. As soon as the door closes behind you, it’s like the emotions you’ve been holding back all day come flooding in. You drop your bag to the floor, your shoulders shaking as tears start to spill. You’re angry at your body for betraying you, frustrated with yourself for not noticing the symptoms sooner, and overwhelmed by the thought of not being there for the team.

Changbin is by your side in an instant, gently pulling you into his arms. “Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he murmurs, his voice soft and grounding. “You’re okay. Just let it out.”

“I’m sorry,” you choke out, clinging to him. “I didn’t mean to-- this wasn’t supposed to happen, Binnie. I thought I was done with this. What if it doesn’t stop? What if something’s wrong with me? And now I’m missing practice and the live, and everyone’s going to think I’m slacking or--”

“Stop,” he cuts in gently but firmly, pulling back just enough to cup your face in his hands. His eyes meet yours, steady and full of reassurance. “None of that is true. You’re not slacking, and you’re not failing. Your body’s doing something unexpected, yeah, but it doesn’t mean anything’s wrong with you. It’s just a part of the process, okay? You’re doing your best, and that’s all anyone can ask for.”

His words break through the storm in your head just enough to make you pause, but the tears keep coming. You bury your face in his chest, letting yourself cry as he holds you tightly.

Meanwhile, back at the studio, the rest of the group has gone live. They’re chatting with fans, teasing the comeback, and answering questions, but your absence hasn’t gone unnoticed.

Where’s ______?, one fan asks in the chat, echoed by several others, as well asking for Changbin.

Chan steps in smoothly, his tone light but comforting. “Ah, ____ wasn’t feeling well today, so he’s resting. Don’t worry, he’ll be back soon! We’re taking good care of him. Changbinnie is making sure he is doing fine.”

The chat floods with messages of support and concern, and the members take turns reassuring the fans, making sure the focus stays positive. Changbin had already briefed them before he left, and you know they’ve got your back. But that doesn’t stop the guilt from gnawing at you as you picture them carrying on without you.

“See?” Changbin whispers as he rubs soothing circles on your back, as if he can sense your spiraling thoughts. “They’re all handling it just fine. No one’s upset, and the fans are being super supportive. You’re not letting anyone down, love. You’re just human.”

You sniffle, wiping at your face as you pull back slightly to look at him. “I just hate feeling like I’m not doing enough. And this stupid period is making me feel worse.”

“You’re doing more than enough,” he insists, brushing a tear off your cheek with his thumb. “You push yourself so hard every day, and it’s okay to take a step back when you need to. That doesn’t make you any less important to the team, or to me.”

You sigh and feel more tears streaming down your face. A silence fills the room for a moment as you collect your thoughts. Changbin clears the traces. “What else are you thinking of?”

“I feel… so out of place,” you whisper, voice cracking. “It’s like my own body is against me. I thought I was past this. I’ve been on T for years, and I’ve been doing everything right, but it still comes back, Binnie. I feel like I’m back at square one, like I’m not even–”

“Hey,” he interrupts softly but firmly, wrapping his arms around you tighter. “Don’t say that. You’re exactly who you’re meant to be. None of this changes that, not even for a second.”

“But it feels like it does,” you cry, voice trembling. “It feels like no matter what I do, I’m stuck in a body that doesn’t feel like mine. And now this, on top of everything else– I just feel so overwhelmed, like I can’t catch a break.”

Changbin takes a deep breath, holding you close as he thinks carefully about what to say. “I can’t pretend to fully understand how this feels for you,” he starts quietly. “But I do know that it doesn’t make you any less of the amazing, strong person that you are. You’ve been through so much, and you’ve come so far. One bad day, or even a bad week, doesn’t undo all of that.”

His words don’t fix everything, but they cut through the noise in your head just enough to ground you. You grip his arm tightly, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing, and it helps pull you back to the present.

“It just feels so unfair,” you murmur after a moment. “I’m so tired of this fight.”

“I know, love,” he whispers, resting his chin on top of your head. “I hate that you have to go through this, but you don’t have to do it alone. I’m here for you, always. Whatever you need; space, comfort, distraction, I’ll do it. You just have to tell me.”

You let out a shaky breath, your body slowly relaxing into his. “I don’t even know what I need right now,” you admit.

“That’s okay,” he says gently, his hand moving to rub soothing circles on your back. “We’ll figure it out together. For now, just focus on breathing, okay? One thing at a time.”

He shifts slightly, grabbing the blanket he’d brought over earlier and wrapping it snugly around both of you. “You’re not alone in this. And this doesn’t change how I see you or how much I care about you. You’re still you, always.”

The sincerity in his voice breaks through some of the tension in your chest. You rest your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes as you focus on the sound of his heartbeat. Slowly, the overwhelming tide of emotions starts to ebb, replaced by a small flicker of comfort. Changbin doesn’t rush you or try to push you to move on from how you’re feeling. He just stays there, holding you, letting you take the time you need.

His words hit you right in the chest, and for the first time all day, you feel a little less alone.You let out a shaky breath, leaning into him again as you whisper, “Thank you, Binnie.”

He presses a kiss to the top of your head, his arms still wrapped securely around you. “Always,” he replies softly. “Now, how about we get you into some comfy clothes and set up a little movie night? Just you and me.”

The thought of curling up on the couch with him, away from all the stress and expectations, sounds like exactly what you need. You nod, finally letting yourself relax a little, knowing that for now, it’s okay to let someone else take care of you.