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hoony2k · 4 months

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WE DATING FR?

How could they react around idol!you when no one knows about the relationship.

PAIRING: OT7

GENRE: fluff, crack

WARNINGS: none

NOTE: did not dust not rennovate this (crying emoji) dw i am writing new work. Will be posted soon. Thank you for your patience and support!

Part 2

★ HEESEUNG:

he's driving everyone insane. Keeps dropping subtle hints that no viewer catches but his manager eyes him like a hawk on award shows and lives. If you're a few feet away from him, he'll glance at you or turn his head in your direction and pretend he's looking at something/one over there. When your eyes meet in the crowd, he winks at you, expression smug. Then turns around with a blank face as if you're not knawing at your lips to not let a bright smile out. There are cameras recording? Okay and? He might not be able to show you off but he's not going to act like you're a stranger.

★ JAY:

very chill about it. Actually he's not. He finds himself in an internal delimma every time you're at shows. Keeps chanting don't look over and over again. Values his career and yours and doesn't want to do anything stupid. He knows how fans are so instead he tries to be sneaky about it. Buys you a bracelet and tells you to wear it when you're at the airport. You don't think too deeply, heart fluttering at the loving gift. A few days later, he uploads a selfie, peace sign on display as well as an identical bracelet snug around his wrist. Some people are speculating but it's nothing big enough for the companies to intervene. Laughs when you call him and says it was a complete coincidence.

★ JAKE:

pda? Baby you do not exist. You are a hallucination. Its a jarring contrast to what hes really like when it's just you because he will NOT make eye contact. He'll stand "near" you not next to you. He knows how vile people on the internet can be and idols get enough of that already. He doesn't want to put you in a compromising position but it's so painful to pretend that nothing is happening between you two. So, he'll do small gestures like during award shows, he'll tell jungwon to hand over his own cushion/blanket to you or your group leader. Be more platonic or "caring" about it so it doesn't seem unusual in the public eye. Sends a bouquet to your makeup rooms and signs the note from enhypen. He's great at fooling.

★ SUNGHOON:

he's actually so ecstatic about it. He would pray and pray to get you as a co-mc, then he'd be able to spend more time and come on camera without any nasty rumours. Plus certain scripts have cheesy pickup lines he'd abuse just to get a reaction out of you. His small smile as he soaks in your flustered reaction? Yea thats def not part of the script. Enjoys that most people ship you because of the ""chemistry"". Giggles on call while he sends you tabloid links that talk about you two. The last nail in the coffin is when he practically describes you as his ideal type. He doesn't know if it sliped out or if it was intsntional. They need to pay the manager more.

★ SUNOO:

the guy who openly calls you his friend. He's the type to introduce a 'slow burn' to ease the public. His fans are used to seeing him talk about you and your group, he doesn't overdo it. Sometimes you talk about him and his group. If a comment asks him to talk about a favourite member in your group he will ignore that, and pretend he never read it because your name would slip out. Defends you in subtle ways by making off-handed comments such as "idols can have off days" or "people shouldn't comment on someone else's appearance. It's not right". Fans make those platonic edits and photoshop you two together in pictures. You bite your fist every time he sends them to you, giggling at how people want to see a collab. That would be his dream. He's def at your concert.

★ JUNGWON:

He's a leader, he's got a lot on his plate but he's also great at controlling himself. people won't suspect a thing when he stands next to you because he stands like 🚹. No fun edits because people can't even tell that you know him, let alone date him. He makes up for it with his love language. Eventually, he'll relax for a bit when he's assured that no one is waiting to get him and his love. He can never be too careful which is why when he can't "do" things publically to help you, he would warn you about certain people/situations. In award shows, if his eyes wander away from his members it's to see if you're safe and comfortable. Once his fears are calmed, he can relax and enjoy the show. Stares at you when he thinks no one is looking.

★ NIKI:

He's just here to have a good time. He prays and wishes for collabs and gets sad whenever nothing happens. He's the type to send you small trinkets as gifts…like an inside joke except there's no joke and Niki feels giddy when he sees your selfie and a familiar charm tied in your phone case. At shows or encore stages, he'll stand behind you (pretends he's doing that because he's soo tall he blocks everyone) and keeps poking you and you have to maintain your expression. Other idols around you know something is up but they don't know what is. He's treading the line between platonic and romantic love. Does the classic rizz move -> notices confetti stuck in your hair and plucks it out, then bows in and greets you casually as if your face isn't red.

Thank you sm for reading! Hope you enjoyed!

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whocaresstillthelouvre · 8 days

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Green

Chapter Rating: Explicit. 18+ (Minors DNI) Chapter Summary: Jackson believes in a green future, which includes marijuana. You like to get high. Tonight, Joel joins you and you get to treat him like he treats you. Chapter Warnings: Smut, marijuana use, soft dom reader, sub Joel, m receiving oral, unprotected p in v, riding Joel's thick thigh, you bite Joel's stomach (because it has to be done), Joel watching himself masturbate in your mirror, Joel drinks water out of your hands. Words: 5,100 Pairing: Jackson Joel Miller x Female Reader Series Summary: Life in Jackson is quite comfortable and simple for you. You love teaching your students and running your library, you love the comforts of living here, perfectly complacent with the company of your two cats, guitar, tattered CD book, and a few friends. You like comfortable and simple, though the feelings you feel whenever you see Joel Miller are quite the opposite. Once you meet him, it seems like he needs you in his life as much as you need him. Reader Background: Reader is in her 30's and comes from Colorado. No other physical descriptors besides her having long enough hair to put up. A/N: Happy 4/20! Wanted to give you another entry akin to Golden Walkway, a little peek into the future again of these two.

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Times never change instead of hiding your illicit use from your parents, now you hide it from a teenager. Joel and you always going to your your house so you can get high, just in case Ellie needs something. Can’t be a bad influence.

“So you never really smoked much?” you ask as you pull the box of papers and weed out of the drawer before sitting down on your couch. You lean over your coffee table removing its contents and start to build your joint.

“Mm, never really was my thing, too risky if I got caught growing up in Texas during the Regan years. Had football eligibility to worry about ‘n then Sarah came, just never was the time for me.” Joel says as he leans back into your armchair his brown eyes intently watching your actions. You begin to crumble weed up and place it on your rolling paper.

“Ah, makes sense. It’s good for me when my nerves really get to me,” you begin to roll your joint, “helps kinda soften the harsh lines of reality a lot. Makes my body and my mind a little freer.”

You lick your cigarette closed and admire your handiwork, welcoming the anticipation of being with Joel while you’re stoned.

You grab a match, strike it against the box and spark your joint, rotating it in your mouth to light it up. Joel chuckles as you inhale the first hit.

“What’s so funny?” You ask in a cloud of your smoke as you exhale.

“Nothing. Maybe I should get high. Making me hard just watching you do this.”

“Oh yeah?” You sit back.

“Yeah, maybe I should start. Never was one for smoking though.”

“Hm, I can help. I can just blow the smoke into your mouth if you want to try it.” You lean forward wanting him to take you up on your offer.

“Sounds good sweetheart,” he nods and pats his lap. “Come sit with me, have nowhere to be tomorrow.”

You rest the joint between your lips, stand and grab the ashtray. Your bare feet pad across the plush carpet of the area rug as you walk over to Joel.

“Hi,” you smile out with a small puff of smoke.

“You look so cute like this, little cigarette sticking out of your mouth, eyes all cloudy and happy. Love it when my girl is happy.”

You giggle at his compliment as you lift your leg up to rest on the chair, your foot tightly fitting within what little room is left on the seat between Joel’s thick thighs. He looks up at you, his mouth slightly agape his usual furrowed brow a lot less creased, more relaxed.

“I am happy,” you answer as his hands begin to massage your calf. “You look a lot less grumpier than you normally look. That makes me happy.”

“Oh really?”

“Yep,” you say before inhaling another hit.

“Why don’t you make me happier and sit on my lap, that’d make me really happy darlin’.”

Turning your head to the side you blow out a plume of smoke as you place yourself on Joel’s lap, knees bent against his thighs and the armrests. You can feel the denim covered shape of his half hard cock against your cotton shorts. Your tits underneath your faded and holey t-shirt are right at Joel’s eye level.

“S’nice,” he says staring forward at your chest.

“My eyes are up here Joel,” you begin to laugh at your own joke, as you take another hit. You’re so high and happy, you’ve never been stoned and in love, it feels amazing.

“I’d tell you to knock it off, but your whole body’s shaking against me ’n your tits are bouncing in my face,” Joel grins as he kisses a breast through your shirt.

Fuck, now that feels amazing.

“Hold this,” you direct, handing him the joint.

He takes it between his fingers and watches as you lean back and remove your shirt. His eyes widening as he concentrates on your actions, so much for relaxed Joel. He holds up the joint, still in his hands, to your lips.

“Take a hit baby,” his voice gravels out, his cock hardening underneath, “‘n lemme have some.”

You inhale and move your mouth to his, forming a tight seal between the two of you. Joel welcomes the smoke and sucks in as you blow out.

You grab the joint from him as he exhales, a white cloud of smoke floating above the two of you. You take another pull off the joint, your body already feeling much lighter, your brain less complicated.

“Can I have that back?” Joel asks. “Want to do the same you did for me.”

You smile a silent agreement and hand him the joint, now a short stub. He brings it up to his mouth, holding it between his thumb and pointer, his large fingers making it practically disappear save for the glowing orange embers that light as he takes a hit. He looks so fucking tempting as his cheeks slightly puff out. Everything Joel Miller does is hot, but the way he drags on a joint, his pillowy lips wrapping around the white paper, the way his broad shoulders rise as he breathes in, this might just be the hottest you’ve ever seen him. When will you ever get tired of looking at this man?

You bring your lips to his and he exhales into your mouth. Oh, this is the best way to get high. You pull away, releasing the smoke from your lungs.

“‘Bout shot, don’t you think?” Joel raises the joint up and looks at it.

“It’s shot,” you grab the ash tray from the table and hand it to him. He stubs out the joint and puts it back on the table.

He looks at you, his eyes heavier than usual, a little red and glazed. You’ve seen his eyes glazed over with lust numerous times, this glaze is a little lighter, a little happier. He sits back and you move farther up his lap so you can move a finger up to pet the smoothness of the little heart patch in his beard.

“How are you feeling?” You ask as Joel’s hands trace up and down your back.

“Good, real good,” a deep exhale out of his lips answers.

“Relaxed?” You ask as your finger moves to brush back and forth across his lips.

“Mm.”

You don’t think you’ve ever seen him this free before. A light smile, half shut eyes staring back at you, his whole face more relaxed. He looks good this way, you love when he’s happy and relaxed, you’ve never met anybody more deserving.

“Feels good,” Joel says as you rub your finger across his soft lower lip. A deep breath leaves his half parted lips, the air blowing against your finger. “Real good.”

“Good,” your hand moves to trace around his top lip, the hair of his mustache bristling against your digit as you move it back and forth. “I like making you feel good.”

You feel the the lines around his lips rise as he smiles at you. “You’re s’good at it baby.”

“Yeah? What do you like the most?”

“Hard t’pick. Love the way your eyes always blink as you cum for me, can always tells how good you’re feelin’ by how big your eyes get right before. Love the little gasp you always make when I start fuckin’ you. Love that you grab for my hands at any chance you get, like you need to touch me as much as you can. Love that you always need me.” The last sentence coming out the softest.

“I do need you,” you confess, “all the time, not even for all of the you know, sex stuff.”

“I know baby,” he hugs you against his chest, “I need you too… so much.”

“But, I do also really need you for the sex stuff, you know?"

Joel’s chuckle vibrates against you. “My girl’s funny, real funny.”

“But really, what do you need tonight Joel?” You pull away from his chest and look him in the eyes. You love it when he compliments you, you love it when he calls you his girl. You love that he needs you just as much as you need him.

“I need you to tell me what you want from me tonight. Make me yours. Talk to me like I talk t’ya.” Joel’s eyes staring into yours as they widen with his admission. “I’m yours baby.”

A bit of trepidation lands in your brain. Joel’s always the one to depend on to chart the stars of your intimacy. He’s so good at predicting what you want, you let him navigate. The thoughts are silenced once you feel his hands move along your hips and thighs. You can tell he wants you to do this for him. You want Joel to experience what you feel after he’s done with you. You want him to believe in you like you believe in him. You sit up higher on him, feeling braver and bolder. Ready to bless him for his confession.

“Okay. I’m going to get up, walk to the kitchen to get something to drink, and when I come back, I want you to stand in front of my mirrored wall over there. Keep your clothes on.”

You’re shocked by the confidence in your voice. Joel as well, his hands pause their movement as you speak. He stares at you, his mouth slightly open in surprise.

You rise up off of Joel, folding your arms across your naked chest. “Understand?”

“Y-y-yes,” Joel stutters.

“Good,” you wink and turn towards the kitchen, your confident steps leaving a bewildered Joel in your chair. You’ve never acted like this, your brain swirling with ideas of what you want to do, what you want to say, how you want to make him feel.

You grab two glasses out of your cupboard and fill them with water. Your mouth is parched, you’re sure Joel’s is too. You walk back to your living room, your courage building with each step closer. You know you’re ready when you see Joel standing as instructed in front of your mirror.

“Hi handsome,” you walk to stand behind him, still topless and only in your shorts, his eyes moving from looking at his own reflection to your chest. You wouldn’t expect less from him, you love how he looks at you.

“Hi,” Joel whispers. You think he’s a little nervous, a little excited, he probably feels exactly how you feel.

“I’m going to watch you watch yourself get undressed. I want you to listen to me and follow my directions, okay?”

“Yes,” his simple answer resolutely spoken as you put the waters down and turn the lamp on besides you, the light bathing both of you in a smoldering golden hue. You want to fully be able to watch Joel do what you have planned for him.

“Good, I don’t want to hear much from you, okay? I’m the one talking.”

You like this feeling, you especially like the serious nod Joel gives you through the mirror.

“Take your shirt off.”

You watch Joel’s hands move to the hem of his t-shirt and lift it over his head.

“Give it to me,” you step forward and extend a hand out.

The soft gray fabric is still warm with Joel’s body heat as it hits your hand. You bring it to your nose and inhale his scent. “You smell so good all the time. I love the scent of you.” You take one last sniff before putting his shirt on, his smell now encompassing you.

“Wh—“

“Quiet,” you interrupt Joel’s protest, “I don’t want to hear anything out of you, I want to smell like you and wear your shirt while I make you feel good.”

He looks a little annoyed, you like that.

“Look at your chest. It’s perfect. I love how your shoulders are so wide and so strong. I love how your arms are muscular and yet they’re so soft when I rest my head against them. I love how soft your stomach has gotten meaning you’re well fed and healthy. You like the praise baby?”

Joel nods as his eyes darken hearing you call him one of the pet names he always calls you.

“Unbutton and unzip your pants, but don’t take them off.” Your pussy getting wetter at the thought of the sights that you’re about to see, all directed by you. All broadcast on your mirror.

Joel nods, as he unbuttons his jeans, his fingers move to his zipper and pulls it down. You love that he never wears underwear when he comes over. You love how you can see the trail of hair from his belly button down to his bush. He’s the perfect amount of hairy. He’s the perfect amount of manly. He’s just fucking perfect.

“Good. You’re thirsty right?” He nods. You lean over to the table and pick up a glass of water. “Drink all of this. Want to watch your neck move as you swallow it down.”

Joel takes the glass and brings it to his lips, his eye contact not breaking with yours through the reflection. He takes a large gulp brows wrinkling with seriousness for the task at hand, no matter how significant or insignificant it is. It’s so Joel.

“I love watching you drink. I love how small the mug looks in your hand when you drink your coffee in the morning. I love how you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand after downing a whole glass of water when you’re hot. I love how gently form your lips around a glass of whiskey.” You finish your praise as he empties the glass, taking it from him and placing it on the table.

“Good. Feel better?”

He nods.

“Take your pants off,” you think of what Joel would say in this moment. “Lemme see all of you.”

He smirks as he starts to move his jeans down his hips, he knows you’re going to love this part. His cock springs out as it’s freed, fully erect and throbbing, you knew you’d get him good and hard with your attitude. He bends over to shuck his jeans fully off, kicking them to the side, and when he stands up, shoulders back, dick hard and ready to follow your instructions, you almost fall to your knees.

“God, you’re so fucking hot, baby,” you breathe out. His smirk still remains, he knows what he does to you.

Your eyes roam his body, he’s so large and so thick, his body screams protector. He’s your protector. He provides for you. You love that you get to love him and make him feel this way.

“I’m thirsty, why don’t you hand me my glass?” You love how seriously he follows your commands, like it’s the only thing that matters in the world. You love how powerful it makes you feel to see Joel readily do your every request.

Joel turns towards the table and picks up the glass, handing it to you.

“Thank you.”

Another nod.

You quickly drink the water down, save for the last quarter of it. “You’re still thirsty, aren’t you?”

This time it’s not just one slow nod from Joel, it’s three quick nods. He’s thirsty.

“Then come stand here in front of me.”

You’ve enjoyed watching him from a couple of feet back, standing far enough to be able to see all of him in the mirror. Now that he’s right in front of you though, this is how you like him the most. Right beside you.

You empty the rest of the water into your mouth, your cheeks swelling out with the amount you’re holding. You bring your palms up to your mouth and cup them together. Joel begins to breathe heavily as he watches you spit the water into your makeshift hand bowl.

“Now, drink it up,” you order.

He moves so fast, so eager to please. Joel’s head quickly craning down as his brown eyes look up at you. Your heart begins to race as his tongue comes out of his mouth and begins to lap up the water out of your hand. “I love how you’re looking up at me, you look at me the same way when you eat me out.”

Joel grunts as he leans further forward and starts to suck the water up from your hand, never breaking eye contact. The groove of his dimple getting deeper as his cheeks hollow and he sucks up all of the water.

Now you wear Joel’s cocky smirk just like his shirt. You get to know him like he knows you, you get to play with his body like he plays with yours.

“Very good.” You move your hands to wrap around his erection, the slickness of the water allowing you to easily stroke him. A gruff breath leaves Joel’s mouth, the air landing against your face. You only leave your hands on him for a couple pumps, just enough until he begins to arch his back. His eyes widen as you remove your hands, a small “mmf” is let out of his pursed lips.

“I know, I know, I know you want more. You’ll get it soon. You’re being real well behaved for me, aren’t you?”

Another nod. Joel still hasn’t spoken a word, you miss his voice but you also like to watch him challenge himself to stay quiet.

“Face the mirror again Joel.”

He likes it when you say his name, he’s told you so many times how he likes to hear your voice say his name.

“Touch yourself for me Joel.”

His heavy eyes slowly shut as he bites his bottom lip with a moan, he liked that… a lot. He opens his eyes and with a look of determination, he spits in his hand before moving it down and gripping his shaft as he looks at you for his next command.

“Stroke yourself for me.”

He begins to slowly pump himself, savoring and watching himself in the reflection. His gaze anchoring in on pleasuring himself.

You wonder when the last time he did this was.

“When’s the last time you made yourself cum?” His movements falter as he looks up at you and takes in your question. “Go ahead, you can talk, tell me.”

“That last night you were painting f’me,” a half smile shows up on his face as he begins to stroke again.

Now you’re the one who only nods, your words lost at his confession. “Go on,” you muster up. You need to hear more.

“Went to bed that night, ’n all I could see was your pretty eyes lookin’ up at me, how you looked in those overalls, I felt like I could still feel your lips on mine.” His strokes getting quicker, his hand pausing as he twists his hand around his tip. “Was so hard for you, had to take care of things before I could fall asleep.”

Your whole body shivers, his words making your pussy begin to drip out onto your shorts. The look of his face as he recalls his memories. Those words added to all of his others that prove to you again that you have Joel’s heart, mind and body. He is yours.

“God. Th—that’s good,” you breathe out, your eyes widening when you watch him bite his lip as he squeezes his cock. He has you flustered, and he knows, his mouth grinning into the signature cocky smirk he gets whenever you get like this. As if his sense of self blooms whenever he makes your heart race.

You can’t allow him this pleasure over you, you’re the one in control tonight. You remind yourself that this is what Joel wants. You steel yourself and stand a little taller.

“Stop,” you bark out.

He obeys, mouth slacking open in shock at your raised voice. His hand unwrapping from around himself.

“Good job, I think you were getting a little too comfortable, weren’t you?”

Joel just stares at you, seems he forgot to nod.

“I can’t let you have the power tonight, can I? Acknowledge me Joel.”

“N—no,” an actual stutter from Joel Miller’s mouth. Not a grunt, not a short one word answer, an actual nervous stutter.

“That’s right. Now, I think you’ve had too much fun putting on a show for me. Go sit in the middle of the couch.”

He nods, his broad frame passes by you, he doesn’t even take the time to look at you.

You follow behind and wait until he takes a seat. You love seeing Joel on your couch, in your bed, using one of your bowls to eat oatmeal out of. You love seeing him in your space, all comfortable and domestic, but seeing him now naked on your couch, his hard cock sitting straight up, his large hands sitting atop his strong thighs, shoulders taking up most of the backrest of his seat, sitting ready to listen to your commands. This is how you really like to see him. He’s fucking gorgeous.

“So, you had your fun with your body, I want to have my fun with your body,” you stand over him. Now your body gets to loom over his.

You bring the collar of Joel’s shirt up to your nose, inhale deeply and moan. “Have I told you before how much I love how your smell? Sometimes I’ll be wearing one of your shirts to bed I’ll smell your scent on it and it’ll make me wet while I’m trying to go to sleep.” The sound from Joel’s mouth makes you bolder. “One night, I might just knock on your door, in only your shirt and my jacket, make you help me take care of what smelling you does to me. Would you like that?”

Joel shudders and furiously nods.

“Ohh, had a feeling you would,” you chuckle as you remove his shirt off of you. “I’m going to do something I've been wanting to do, okay?”

A nod, a groan, and a sigh now. The more reactions you get at once, the more you know how good you’re doing.

You pull down your shorts, and kick them aside. His fingers grip into his thighs, his forearms straining at the sight of you. He’s going through it.

“Can you see me glisten for you baby?” You ask as you lift your foot onto the couch cushion and snake your hand down in between your legs. “See how wet I got watching you touch yourself for me?” You take a finger and run it across your folds gathering your wetness. You hold it up for Joel, his eyes glued to your finger. “Open your mouth.”

He listens. You slide your finger into his mouth, his lips forming around it, a low moan vibrating against it.

“Put your hands on the couch, you can’t touch me, you can only watch. Okay?”

Joel obeys. He still sucks your finger as you straddle his thigh. His skin radiates heat against you once you place your wet pussy on it. You’ve wanted to do this since you saw his bare legs for the first time, his thighs are so muscular and yet so supple, much like the rest of his features. Joel groans as you begin to ride his thigh, rubbing yourself back and forth against his skin.

“You like how wet my pussy feels on your thigh?” You pull your finger out of his mouth. “Answer me Joel. Want to hear your voice.”

“Yes.”

“What do you like?”

“Your wet pussy on my th— I like your wet pussy on my thigh,” his low cadence and the pressure against your aching cunt pushing you close to your orgasm.

“I’m going to make myself cum on your thigh, okay? I’m so close.” You begin to grind your hips down on his his thigh, putting the perfect amount of friction against your clit.

Your hands splay against Joel’s chest, feeling his breaths and his moans rumble against your palms.

“I’m gonna cum on your thigh Joel.” You grab and pull on his chest hair as your climax reaches you, cresting over and spilling onto Joel’s thigh as you grind against it. Joel’s eyes boring into you looking forlorn and tortured that he can’t touch you as you cum on him.

You rest your head against his shoulder as you catch your breath. You need to recover quickly, you’re ready to ride him.

Joel grumbles as you stand back up.

“Would you look at that? Look down baby, look how wet I got your thigh.” You place your hands on his thighs, a hand resting in the puddle of your slick left on his skin. You lean forward as he looks down and nibble the bare skin of his heart patch before licking your way down his neck and chest. “Should probably clean that up, huh?” You ask as your rest your lips against the plush of his belly before gently biting it.

He groans as you move your mouth down, bypassing his hard cock to the side. You stick your tongue out and lick a long stripe up his thigh tasting yourself as you clean his skin. His breathing turns more labored as he watches you lick yourself up.

“Mm, wonder how I’d taste licking my cum off your cock?” You ask, nuzzling your head into his crotch, his hard cock throbbing against your cheek.

His hips jut as you turn your head and kiss the shaft of him.

“You’re going to cum fast for me, aren’t you?” You leave a kiss on his shaft higher than your last one.

“I love how hard you always cum for me,” another kiss moving your way up his hardness.

“I love the way you fuck my mouth while you cum down my throat,” another kiss.

“I love the way my name sounds as you chant it when I make your legs shake,” another kiss right under his tip.

“I love how your cum tastes as I lick it from my lips,” another kiss on his tip, tasting the precum collected on it.

“Fuck,” he finally utters, not being able to hold back as you lick along the trail of where you just kissed him.

“Shhhh,” you silence against the soft skin of his firmness. “I think it’s about time for me to fuck you, before you get any more ideas about talking.”

Another deep exhale from him, his nose flaring in frustration. You fucking love this.

“Put your hands on the top of your head, and don’t you dare lower them. Don’t touch me, okay?”

Joel nods raising his hands as you plant yourself back on the couch, straddling his legs. His eyes follow your body, his brows a bit more furrowed now.

You hover your pussy over his cock, leaving enough space between the two of you that if he really wanted, he could raise his hips and stick his cock in, but he doesn’t. He wants to do good for you.

“Open your mouth,” you angle your head forward, your lips right in front of his. Joel’s mouth opens, his heavy breathing hitting you in the face, as you lick into his mouth.

You swirl your hips over his cock slowly lowering yourself on him, you’re so soaked for him he easily slides into you.

A long sigh escapes the back of his throat as you begin to ride him. You pull back from his mouth and rest your hands against his chest. His hands still sit on top of his head, you glance up and see how he’s grabbing at his hair in exasperation.

He watches as you move your hands from his chest to yours, cupping your breasts and playing with your nipples.

“Like watching me touch my tits like the way you do? Like how I pinch and pull my nipples like you?”

High pitched moans and groans of frustration leave his mouth. Joel Miller is whimpering.

“Shhhh, shhh, I know baby. Now quiet. Want to hear my wet pussy ride you, stay quiet,” you say grabbing his jaw and pushing his mouth shut.

You begin fucking him harder, the sound of your wet cunt bouncing on him and his whimpers the only sounds in the room. You lean forward and rest your head in the juncture between his head and shoulder. You slam yourself up and down on him, the rapidness of your movements matching the rapidness of your heart as you bring yourself close to your orgasm.

Your back straightens as you place your hands on his biceps, staring in his big brown eyes as your body snaps, your pussy clutching his cock as you cum around Joel. He bites his bottom lip fighting his orgasm for as long as he can. His biceps straining against your grasp as you feel his body begin to quake.

“Clooooose,” he husks. You slip out of him, moving quickly on shaky legs through the aftershocks of your orgasm kneeling down in front of him. His hands are still in his hair as he looks down at you, watching you seal your mouth over him. You bob your head up and down on him as he cums down your throat.

You swallow all of him down as he chants your name. His hands lower, resting against the hollows of your cheeks as you still keep his softening cock in your mouth.

You stare up at him, his hair left awry and twisted from his hands, eyes wide and still blown out as he blinks down at you, his chest rising and falling still catching his breath. He looks at you, like you’re the only thing in this world. You are the center of his universe.

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diddybok · 6 months

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what about felix getting jealous of you spending increasingly more time with hyunjinnie and he gets all pouty and in a strop?

i’d do anything to kiss a pout off of felix’s face. oh wait, i literally can because he is right next to me!

all characters depicted in my writing are from my own imagination and do NOT in any way represent nor reflect the people in real life :)

➩pairing: felix x gn!reader

➩genre(s): angst (soz), a little bit of fluff if you had the vision of a clinically blind person, non-idol au

➩warnings: jealousy, felix grabs reader by the waist quite harshly, but it is not with malicious intent!

➩wc: 0.7k (703)

➩author’s note: whoops. *shrug emoji*

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“Hey Lix have you seen my sunglasses? I can’t find them anywhere.” You yell, your feet thumping softly on the ground as you search around your room frantically.

Felix walks into your bedroom, failing to hide the amusement in his face as he witnesses your panicked state.

“Nope. Haven’t seen them around. Where are you going?” He asks, folding his arms as he leans on the doorframe.

“Hyune and I are going to the beach and we’re gonna take some photos of the sunset.” You say, groaning as you close another drawer unsuccessful in your search for your sunglasses.

Felix’s face immediately falls. His heart starts to beat rapidly and his jaw clenches. Weird.

“Sunset? But it’s noon.” He says, trying to refrain the bite to his tone.

You rummage through your bag, not looking up to see the way his eyebrows furrow.

“Yeah we’re gonna hang out at the beach. We were talking about it for a while and the weather is finally nice so we want to make the most of it.” You say resting your hands on your hips as you close your eyes and take some deep breaths.

Felix didn’t like that. He knows that nothing will happen, you’re his partner, not Hyunjin’s. Though it doesn’t stop the nagging feeling at the back of his mind that burdens him with the question of ‘What if?’.

“Oh. Seems my company isn’t that great if the two of you are going off alone haha….” Felix tries to joke. Emphasis on tries.

The ‘joke’ made you finally turn your attention towards your boyfriend. You walk up to him, placing your hands on his chest reassuringly.

“I’ll collect pretty seashells and rocks and bring them back for you.” You smile up at him about to meet his lips halfway for a smooch, but you turn away at the last second.

Again, ouch. That hurt Felix a little, but he can surely survive on his kiss being swerved. Perhaps to him, he just thinks you’re really set on finding those sunglasses and not trying to rush out the door as soon as possible to get away from him.

That’s not what you think, right? You wouldn’t do that.

You run over to one of your jackets that hang on the back of your door. Trying your luck with the pockets, you damn near cheer as you pull out your sunglasses.

“Yes! Finally,” You place the glasses on the bridge of your nose before sliding them up menacingly. “bring on the beach.” You say lowering your voice.

Sometimes you’re funny, sometimes you aren’t. In this case, Felix would grace you with a small pity laugh to make you feel better about your impromptu serious demeanour you coined, but he can’t stop thinking about Hyunjin.

To be more specific, Hyunjin potentially taking you away from him. Felix just smiles as you chuckle softly to yourself at your antics before moving past him and getting your shoes on.

Hyunjin wouldn’t steal you from him. That’s one of his best friends. He also knows that he is one of your best friends.

“I’ll text you when I get there, when I’m leaving and I’ll send you photos and all the good stuff.” You say hurriedly, giving him a peck on the lips.

It was as if the muscle memory kicked in as Felix’s hand gripped your waist. It wasn’t a tight enough grip to hurt you per say, but it sure did keep you in place.

“You know I love you right? Me. I’m yours?” He whispers against your lips, planting a gentle kiss which acts much like a seal; like wax to an envelope. A promise of sorts.

“I know.” You say with a warm smile. Though your words are genuine, once again they feel as if you’ve wrapped your hand around his heart and squeezed.

Say it back…

But you don’t, you just give him one last kiss to his forehead before racing out the door and straight to the parked car.

It was then when he felt the bile come up at the thought. The thought that by the time you come back home. You will no longer be his.

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cowboybeepboop · 1 year

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Midnight betrayal

“SHIT, I FORGOT A CONDOM,”

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem! Reader

Genre: mainly just porn

Word count: 3411

Summary: Steve finally makes moves on you after years of lusting over you, and he makes it count.

Warnings: unprotected sex, Steve being a creep, lots of mentions of cum, p in v, oral sex (fem receiving), slight hair pulling, hickeys, some biting, idk what else, forbidden sex but also not really? Anyways there might be more I forgot, also not proofread

A/N: For context, reader is like 11 months older than Robin, so Steve’s age roughly. Y’all i recommend you listen to notice me by role model because I listened to it on loop while writing this ☃️ Steve has a huge thing for reader, like a huge thing. This is my first like stranger things oneshot so idk, hopefully you enjoy. Also sorry for disappearing i had some pretty crappy writers block 😍🫶 also Steve uses your real name when he realizes it’s really happening, not just a day dream.

There’s one thing you’re certain of. Steve Harrington is off limits. I mean who goes around fucking their sisters best friend?

That wouldn’t be you. There would be no betraying Robin, especially not tonight. Especially not when she left for the weekend and forgot to tell Steve not to drop by.

You were surprised to see him but you just couldn’t turn down his offer to stay and keep you company while everyone was out of town. I mean technically he was just doing you a favor, no one said you couldn’t be friends.

Steve on the other hand. Knew you were home alone. He was prepared to stop by just for you. He decided it was time to finally make his move. He’s had his heart set on you since sophomore year when you accidentally hit him in the face with a soccer ball at lunch.

You were the quiet type. Which isn’t what he usually goes for, but the second he saw you standing above him, fear in your eyes as you quickly looked him over making sure he wasn’t hurt. God damn, it felt like he died and went to heaven.

You knocked the air out of him and made his nose bleed. But he felt his anger disappear as quickly as it came. I mean how could he stay mad at you? You looked so innocent and we’re doing everything you could to help him out.

You lent him your sweaty shirt (ik gross but you didn’t want him bleeding all over his white shirt, AND he didn’t seem to mind) as you frantically made sure he was all right.

Having you bent over him, tits practically falling out of your bra, your soft hands roaming his skin, it made all his blood flow into his dick. Steve was unbelievably hard, his balls felt like they would burst at any second.

Once you got him back on his feet all he could focus on was the difference in your heights, you didn’t even reach his shoulders, plus your hands were so small compared to his forearms.

The second he got home he sat on the edge of his bed, your shirt in one hand, his dick in the other. His mind drifted to you: your soft touch, the way your lips parted as you helped him to his feet, and how red your cheeks were. Fuck, it was torture.

Steve kept his motions slow and steady, imagining how gently you would jerk him off. How your hands would barely be able to fit around his cock, how you’d peer up at him through your eyelashes while your lips parted just enough for you to fit the very tip of his length inside of you.

He lifted your shirt to his nose taking long drawn out breaths, as if he was sniffing glue. As your perfume mixed with your sweat flooded his senses, he came, thick white cum spilling from his dick.

Steve couldn’t help but jerk himself off to the smell of you the whole weekend, it was like he was a 12 year old boy again, just figuring out what playboy was and realizing how fun it could be to cum. Over and over.

No one ever compares to you, you were the only thing on his mind. Ever. Even when he was with Nancy all he could think of was you being under him as he fucked you senseless.

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“Hey, Steve,” your plump lips curl up into a smile, “didn’t Rob tell you she wasn’t going to be here for the weekend?” You motion for him to come inside.

“I think she must’ve forgotten to tell me,” he closes the door and locks it, “I’m sorry for the trouble, but do you mind me staying?” He smiles innocently while trying to come up with some dumb excuse as to why he needs to stay with you.

“Sure! I’d actually really like that, I hate being home alone at night,” you wrap your arms around his waist giving him a soft hug. “It’s really good to see you, I thought someone was trying to break in.” You laugh awkwardly as he hugs back.

Steve bites down on his bottom lip roughly as the familiar burning sensation builds in his stomach. “I didn’t mean to scare you princess, I hope you can forgive me,” you giggle, your tits bouncing slightly as you take a step back.

“Of course I forgive you Sir Steve,” he plops down on the couch, man spreading and taking up the majority of the space. “I’m gonna go take a shower, maybe we can order a pizza or something later? Unless you’ve already eaten.”.

“Yeah, anything you want love,” he grabs the remote and begins flipping through the channels. You run up to shower, oblivious to Steve palming his cock through his jeans.

“Fuck, you’re gonna be the fucking death of me Princess,” Steve whispers to himself, throwing his head back as he pictures you rubbing soap all over your naked body.

He didn’t realize just how far he took it until he was about to cum right there in his jeans, on your couch, surrounded by pictures of you and Robin. As much as he tried, he didn’t feel an ounce of guilt for what he was doing.

He found a glove wedged into the couch cushions and instantly recognized it as yours, Steve couldn’t help but take the opportunity that was sitting right in front of him.

He unbuttons his jeans, pulling his stiff dick free and slipping your glove over it. His hips buck up into his hand, a few strokes later and your favorite pink glove is filled with his hot cum.

Steve releases a content sigh before he hears your soft footsteps nearing the stairs. “Shit, why the fuck did I just do that.” He frantically looks around for somewhere to throw your sullied glove, running around with his dick exposed.

He finds a small basket of your dirty clothes, he tucks his cock away and quickly zips his jeans up. He makes a hole in the basket, burying the now very, very dirty piece of clothing. Steve’s fingers graze a pair of your panties, his eyes close in on the white stain on the inside.

“Hey, Stevie where’d you go,” his heart races as he tucks the panties into his Jean pocket, turning around with a smile.

“Sorry, I was snooping around. Looking for a movie that we could watch,” he scratches the back of his neck, hoping you believe the lie.

“Oh, yeah we have some tapes but they’re over here,” you point in the opposite direction, Steve goes over to choose a movie while you order food. “Is a pepperoni pizza good?”

“Anything you want princess,” Steve decides on a horror movie, hoping he’ll be able to cop a feel if you get scared. A small smirk pasted itself on his face as he put the movie in, dimming the lights and grabbing a blanket.

“So what movie did you pick?” Using your towel, you finish drying your hair the best you can.

“Can I take off my jeans? They’re gonna be a little uncomfortable, also I’m not telling you, it’s a surprise.” His smile widens, while you throw your towel at him.

“That’s fine, and you know I don’t like surprises Steven,” you pout, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I know,” he chuckles as he takes his jeans off, folding them up and making sure your panties stay tucked away.

“Ugh you’re so mean,” Steve sits down, patting next to him motioning for you to sit by him.

“Steve, you’re in the middle of the couch there’s no room for me,” you sigh with a roll of your eyes.

“You like to lay down, right? So why don’t you just lay across my lap.” He winks at you.

“Seriously steve? You’re not gonna budge?” He shrugs and starts to scoot over but before he can you’re sprawled across his thighs, your boobs flush against him.

His eyes scanning up and down your body, the oversized sweater you were wearing is now pulled up showing off your unbelievably tight shorts. His cock twitches at the sight.

Ever since he became close with Robin, it’s almost as if he’s horny all the time because of your skimpy little outfits, Steve is honestly surprised his dick hasn’t fallen off or shriveled up. You know just how to turn him on.

For the sake of not creeping you out by having a boner in your face, Steve throws the blanket over your body. Stealing one more glance at your ass. He unpauses the tv and you instantly recognize the intro as the exorcist. A movie you’ve been too scared to finish since your dad first rented it.

Steve feels your body tense up and starts to think that maybe this isn’t the best plan. “Hey, love, do you want to pick a different movie?” His voice is unusually soft as he rubs circles into your back.

“No it’s okay, I picked the food, you picked the movie.” Giving Steve a toothy grin you try to ignore the building heat between your legs.

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About 15 minutes in and you're already regretting letting Steve choose the movie.

Steve on the other hand has been focused on you the whole time, watching every twitch, enjoying having you spread out over his legs as if it’s an invitation for him to slap your ass.

He licks his bottom lip as he slides his hand under the blanket, his fingers ghosting over your thigh before he sets his hand down. Steve squeezes your leg lightly, rubbing circles into your smooth skin.

You bite back a moan, closing your eyes as his hand nears your covered pussy. A loud knock on the door interrupts your intimate moment and causes you to jump into Steve’s body.

“Calm down babe, it’s just the pizza.” He pulls you off his lap and goes to open the door. Handing the pizza delivery guy a $20 bill, taking the pizza box in the other hand before shutting the door and locking it again.

“Did you lock the door?” You ask meekly your eyes locked on Steve’s.

“Yes, I locked it,” he sets the pizza down on the counter, smiling at you as you wrap yourself in the blanket before walking over to him.

He hands you a piece of pizza, “eat up darlin’” a few minutes of silence pass before Steve speaks again. “How about we play a game,” you perk up as a mischievous look paints itself on your features.

“What kind of game?” Taking another bite of pizza Steve hops down from the counter he was sitting on.

“How about truth or dare?” You huff softly.

“But there’s no way to win,” pursing your lips you decide that anything is better than going back to that horrible movie.

“Okay I’m in, but only if we don’t do boring questions and dares,” you answered curtly, finishing the crust of the pizza you’ve been munching on.

“Deal.” Steve pushes his plate to the side, You bite your bottom lip as you contemplate which you’re going to choose.

“Okay little lady, truth or dare?”

“Dare” you nod your head, proud of being the first to say dare.

“I dare you to.. call the last person you hooked up with.” You laugh softly.

“Seriously?” He nods with a small smirk, you go over to the landline, dialing the number of Jonathan. “Okay so before I actually call, what am I supposed to say?”

He scratches his chin “I dunno, maybe something about how you’re home alone and miss him?” Steve seems proud of himself for what he’s come up with and you sigh.

He grabs the other phone so he can listen in on your conversation, you nervously chew on your lip as the phone rings.

“Hello?” You could tell Jonathan was asleep based on his sexy morning raspy voice. Steve grits his teeth, watching how your eyes light up and your legs squeeze together at the sound of his voice.

“Hey John.. I miss you,” you bite down on your lip, sucking in a deep breath, “my parents and Robin are out of town.. I’m all alone and I just couldn’t stop thinking about you,”

“Y/N you know I’m with Nancy again, it was a one time thing. We were both just needing to blow off some steam, it wasn’t supposed to come in between us.” Jonathon practically whispers the last part of his sentence.

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry for calling, i'm a little tipsy, thank you Jonathon,” Steve observes your facial expressions looking for any sort of disappointment.

“Try to get some rest, and let’s not mention this again okay?” You cringe.

“Yeah, thanks again John,” he hangs up and you look over at Steve. “God that was so fucking embarrassing,” he laughs.

“You chose dare,” he walks back over to you leaning against the counter.

“Okay, truth or dare steve,” you huff, narrowing your eyes on the beautiful man before you.

“After that, I can only imagine what you’d make me do if I choose dare.. so truth” he takes a deep breath to prepare himself for what you have in store.

“That’s no fun,” you roll your eyes “What was the last wet dream you had?” Steve tenses up in response to your question.

“Uhm, it was about Bo Derek, from 10. God she’s so fucking sexy in that movie,” you laugh harmoniously, and Steve relaxes. It’s obviously a lie, you’re the only one he ever imagines naked and seducing him. But you don’t need to know that.

“Truth or dare, babe” Steve admires you as you hop onto the counter.

“Mm, truth.” He smiles wickedly.

“How many times have you orgasmed? Or more specifically did Jonathan ever get you to orgasm?” Eyes going big you clear your throat, shock evident on your face.

“To be honest, I haven’t ever,” you look at the floor, face bright red, “I kinda just figured I’m not able to..” your voice trails off.

Steve bites his lip, wiggling between your thighs and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Maybe I can help you with that princess,” he whispers in your ear, sending chills of pleasure down your spine. Your body instinctively pushes into his, Steve runs his hand up your thigh.

He presses two fingers against your clothed clit, “Fuck, babe are you not wearing any panties?” You’re at a loss for words, every part of your body feeling like it’s on fire.

“Princess,” Steve presses a rough kiss on your neck, “I asked you a question. Be a good girl for me,” he lightly pulls your hair from the scalp, giving him more access to your neck.

“No, I’m not wearing any panties.. I forgot to do laundry and they were all dirty..” you moan softly as his hands roam all over your body.

“Darling, you have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of this,” he cups your cheeks, kissing your lips with gentle hunger. You run your hands down his chest, pulling at the waistband of his boxers, Steve moves his head, sucking red marks all over your neck.

His fingers fumble with your shorts as he pulls them down, you push firmly on his chest gasping for breath.

“Steve..” your voice is barely over a whisper, “we can’t, fuck, we can’t do this,” he grips your waist tightly.

“Come on Y/N,” he lowers himself to his knees, “you want it just as much as I do,” his nose rubs into your pelvic bone as he spreads your legs, pulling your ass to the edge of the counter.

“Tell me you don’t want it and I’ll stop,” Steve stares into your eyes, stroking your thighs. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, you twist your fingers into his hair.

“Stevie, I want you. I need you,” moans spill from your parted lips, his eyes darken.

“Say that again for me,” Harrington pulls your shorts all the way off, exposing your soaked cunt.

“I want you, Harrington,” he moans in response, biting your inner thigh.

“Good girl,” Steve sticks a finger into your leaking hole, “you’re my good girl.” Wrapping his arms around your legs he keeps them spread, he kisses wet kisses up your thighs sucking in a deep breath as he reaches your throbbing clit.

Your body twitches in anticipation, he licks a long stripe between your folds, his lips landing on your pink nub. Harrington sucks on your clit gently, pressing his nose into your warm flesh.

You moan loudly, arching your body into him, “oh god,” he flicks his tongue against the sensitive bud. Sending shivers all over your body, his fingertips squeeze into your flesh.

Steve pushes two fingers into your cunt, moving them in and out at a achingly slow pace, he sticks his tongue under your clit hood. Running the tip back and forth, before flicking upwards, he used his thumbs to keep your pussy lips spread. You feel a pressure building in your core, like an itch in your gut.

“Steve, Steve..” you chant out his name while pulling on his hair roughly. Your toes curl as you try to squeeze your legs shut. Harrington keeps a strong grip on them, pulling them further apart.

He sucks your clit hungrily, pulling you closer to his mouth until he can barely breathe against your body.

“Stevie, it feels so weird,” you moan, throwing your head back, squeezing your eyes tight. He slows down his pace helping you ride out your orgasm, he sticks his tongue into your seeping hole, lapping up all of your juices and his nose teases your sore clit.

Steve slowly rises from his knees, kissing your exposed skin as he goes. “Christ Steve, you’re so good,” he smirks while wrapping your legs around his hips, his hard tip poking into your ass.

“I know, darlin’” he carries you up the stairs, squeezing your ass before tossing you on your bed. “How about we keep the fun going?” Steve kisses your jaw, grinding into your bare pussy, as he massages your breasts.

You flip the both of you over, pulling your shirt off and throwing it off to the side. “Steve, take your clothes off,” his eyes light up while he caresses your bare waist.

“God, princess, you're so hot right now.” He pulls off the remainder of his clothes before undoing your bra. Pressing your chest against his, kissing him gently, Steve slaps your ass then squeezes it roughly.

“Steve,” you moan into his ear, grinding down on his cock, “Please,” you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Fucking hell Y/N,” he groans loudly, his eyes rolling back. Steve guides his dick into your pussy, pushing until he’s balls deep, he grabs your ass slowly moving you on his length.

You put your hands on his chest, throwing your head back as cries of pleasure escape your lips. You grind down on his cock as he wraps his arms around your waist keeping you against him.

“Shit Y/N you’re going to drain me,” he sits up getting a better angle, pinching your nipple roughly. You bury your face in the crook of his neck biting down on the skin, Steve moans in response. Bucking his hips up into you, he grabs your chin forcing you to face him.

“Let me see your beautiful face, little lady,” you feel the tightening in your stomach again. Your moans become louder and more frequent as you find yourself getting closer.

“Steve, I think,” you gasp, “I think I’m gonna cum” he sucks a hickey onto your collarbone.

“Me too Y/N,” he moves his fingers to your clit, rubbing hard circles into the throbbing muscle. “Cum for me pretty girl,” Steve whispers into your ear, nibbling on the love softly.

“Fuck Steve,” you moan loudly as your legs shake, your pussy tightening around his dick. He throws his head back, eyes rolling into his skull as you milk his dick.

“SHIT, I FORGOT A CONDOM,”

Y’all please check out pt. 2 if you have the chance

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bexsld · 8 months

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Lena sat at her desk finishing up the last of her emails for the day. She glared at her best friend, and colleague, who was sitting on the white couch staring at her from across the room. She’d been waiting there for her to finish for almost an hour.

"Please explain to me how you managed to get me to agree to this?" Lena asked.

"Because you're my maid of honour and you're legally obligated to be there.”

Lena groaned. "Yes, but Greece, Sam? Really? And a party area no less," she grumbled.

For reasons unknown to her, Alex and Sam had decided to go to Zante for a week and managed to convince their respective Maids of Honour to go with them. Kara was excited, but that was a given, she'd been wanting some time off work and away from Supergirl duties.

Lena on the other hand was dreading it. She couldn’t think of anything worse. She’d been complaining about it at least once a day for the past month.

"Lighten up, Lena. The company won't fall apart without you here. You need a break. You've been working a lot lately," Sam said.

Sam wasn't wrong, and Lena was well aware that she'd been spending more and more time in her office over the past few weeks. Even Kara had made the odd comment to her over the past few days over the increase in her already obscene working habits.

"I'm simply trying to get ahead on what I'm going to be missing," Lena argued with a shrug.

"Exactly. You're probably ahead till at least September at this rate. A little summer holiday is not going to kill you."

It might, she wanted to bite back, but Lena knew better than to argue with her friend. Sam was one of the very few people who knew how to beat her in an argument, or at least, temporarily convince her to stop.

“And, if you don’t recall, we’re meant to be meeting Alex and Kara at your apartment for dinner,” Sam quickly added.

Lena looked at the time and saw it was nearing 6pm and was on her feet in an instant, closing her laptop and slipping it into her bag.

“Whipped!” Sam coughed. “If I’d known all I had to do was to mention that Kara was waiting I would’ve said something an hour ago.”

Welcome to the dumb little fic I wrote. An engaged Alex and Sam drag Kara and Lena away on a trip away to celebrate the engagement. Lena runs into an ex and when asked if her and Kara are dating, Kara says yes. Hijinks ensues.

Lots of fluff. Some poorly written smut. But a lot of dumb yearning which is my specialty.

#very seldom post about my fics on here #but here you go #supercorp #lena luthor #kara danvers #supercorp fanfic #supercorp endgame

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likedovesinthewindd · 10 months

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hii love may i request hcs for a big brother figure hobie with a sweet innocent reader, how would he protect them and show his love etc <3

of course, this is so cute!

★ ok so I'm imagining you're also a spider-person and a part of the society. you're a bit younger, and one of the newer recruits.

★ and you'll admit you were quite intimidated by hobie at first, but after talking to him you realized how nice he actually his. you were suprised at what a light personality he had, despite his very strong beliefs and views. he definitely wasn't afraid to be himself— unapologetically so—and you respected him for that, looked up to him.

★ you've come to learn that he's an extremely tactile person as well; he'd always greet you with a fist bump or even a hug when the two of you haven't seen each other in a while.

★ you weren't someone who enjoyed confrontation or disputes, so whenever someone did something you didn't particularly like, you'd bite your tongue to avoid any fighting. hobie didn't take with that though. if the two of you were together and he saw someone messing w you or being mean, he'd definitely be giving them shit for it.

★ he didn't really enjoy working with other people, but he enjoyed joining you on missions and vice-versa. he'd always say he just wanted to keep you company, but he also wanted to look out for you. he knew you were more than capable of looking after yourself, but it didn't hurt to have backup, right?

★ he's def your biggest hypeman too! you could've completed the smallest job, but best believe hobie's gonna be hyping you up like no other (i mean c'mon yall saw how he was hyping up miles in the mumbattan scene)

★ now if you're just a civilian and not a spider-person:

★ I'm imagining you end up in a somewhat similar situation as gwen, needing somewhere to stay for a while, and hobie's willing to help.

★ and of course he'd help you, that's just who he is, that's what he believes in. and remember, my guy didn't grow up the most comfortable so he knows what it's like.

★ maybe you get back on your feet and find a place of your own, but he still visits you frequently. checks up on you to see if you're still alright and when he's free, the two of you would go out and do whatever, or throw some of your scraps together and whip up a dinner at whoever's house.

★ when he's on patrol he'll makes sure to go and check in on you.

★ even if you don't necessarily end up in a rough patch—the two of you just somehow ending up friends—he's still looking out for you.

★ in terms of how he shows his love, i def think it's w quality time and acts of service. whenever he's free he'd always hang out with you and catch up on how you're doing. he enjoys helping you out whenever he can too bc he knows you'd do the same, no questions asked. you'd help patch him up after a rough night, or go over to his to cook for him, and he lets you know how much he appreciates it with his time and company.

★ he'd also tell you in words, small bits you'd catch here and there. 'ave to look out for each other, yeah? casually thrown into conversation.

★ it doesn't matter if you're not related by blood, he sees you as his family, and he always looks out for his family because that's what being punk is about.

#hobie brown headcanons #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown #spiderman atsv #likedovesinthewindd

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In the Dead of Solstice Night (Pre Coming Home Oneshot)

Azriel x Reader

Hiiii! Merry Christmas, to all who celebrate it <3 I really wanted to get something out in time for Christmas (and while I'm finishing up the next part of Fireleaf), and I've had this in my drafts for a while.

This is a oneshot set in the Coming Home universe, before reader ever went travelling - a sort of reimagining, where something happens between Az and Y/N on Solstice night one year. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: SMUT.

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The silence was stifling, considering the noise that had filled the Town House only a matter of hours before.

The sounds of laughter, of talking, of the roaring fire — all of it had been swept away by the late hour and replaced by a peaceful quiet. The day of wonderful chaos should have made it easy for you to drift off to sleep — but there you were, laying in your bed, your eyes pinned wide on the ceiling.

Down the hall, in their own respective bedrooms, Rhys, Mor, Cassian and Amren were already sleeping soundly, their bellies full of food and drink — or blood, in Amren’s case. Your fae hearing easily picked up on the sounds of their heavy breathing, the occasional rustle of the sheets if they tossed or turned in bed.

And it made you all too aware of the fact that Azriel hadn’t ventured up to his own room.

Not that you weren’t already hyper aware of his movements, fae hearing or no.

The two of you had been the last ones left in the sitting room after everyone else had retired, talking until the embers of the fire were dying and even the faelights had begun to dim. And when you’d decided to turn in yourself, you’d bid Azriel goodnight and left him to bury his nose in the book you had bought him, his wings draped over the armchair he was curled up in.

The hours had passed, and sleep had evaded you. You’d waited to hear the sounds of his feet climbing the stairs, the creak of his door opening, but—nothing. Maybe he’d fallen asleep reading. Or maybe he’d gone flying, as you knew he often did when he was too wired for rest.

Curiosity got the better of you.

Before you could reason with yourself, you were slipping out of bed and shucking on a loose silk robe. You tried to be as silent as possible as you padded from the room and headed for the stairs.

The rational part of your brain questioned why it even mattered to you that Azriel hadn’t retired to bed. He was just…your friend. Your older brother’s best friend. One of the few people who had been a constant in your life.

But you’d undoubtedly been growing closer, nearing your twentieth year of life. You enjoyed his company — perhaps a bit more than anyone else’s — and you found yourself thinking about him, wondering what he was doing, in idle moments of quiet.

Gods, you probably annoyed the hell out of him. He probably merely tolerated your clear attraction to him because he did care for you, because you were Rhys’s sister. Maybe he hadn’t stayed at the Town House at all, and had, in fact, wandered off into the night to get up to the Mother knew what. Maybe he’d secretly met with a lover you knew nothing about—

You stepped off the bottom stair, the heat of the fire still breathing through the sitting room and snaking out into the hallway. Through the gap in the door, you could just make out the dim winking of the faelights. And the dark figure hunched in the armchair, the shadows around him just as still.

The bite of relief you felt was shameful. So he hadn’t wandered off for a secret rendezvous

Not that it was any of your business.

You gently pushed the door open, taking in the sight of his sleeping figure. His dark hair fell about his perfect face with his head angled back, the book you’d gifted him still open and pressed against his chest. His chest rose and fell steadily, gently.

He looked so…peaceful. So rare, to see him so at ease, so vulnerable. Beautiful. Your heart thudded in your chest at the mere sight of him.

You were almost as stealthy and as silent as him as you walked with careful steps, grabbing a thick throw from the back of the sofa and turning to him. Gently — as gently as you could, so as not to wake him — you eased the book from his hands.

You’d barely turned to place it on the coffee table when one of those hands grabbed your wrist, and Azriel was shooting upright, going ramrod straight in the armchair. His eyes were blown wide, seeming to search for any potential threat, before they landed on you.

“Hey,” You breathed, trying not to wince at the tight grip on your wrist. “It’s just me…”

Azriel blinked at you, his heavy breaths audible. It took him a moment to recognise his surroundings, to realise there was no danger — only then did his shoulders relax, his hand letting go of your wrist.

“I didn’t mean to startle you,” You studied him cautiously. “I was just grabbing you a blanket…and putting your book down…”

Az rubbed his eyes, shifting in the armchair. He glanced at the blanket still in your hand. “Thank you. I didn’t—” He sat forward, “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You slipped your hand behind your back. “No.”

“Let me see,” He reached for it, scarred fingers brushing yours.

“Az, it’s fine—”

But he was already pulling your hand towards him, his eyes checking the delicate skin of your wrist for any indication that he’d been too rough. When he found no such thing, he seemed to relax even more.

“Thank you—for the blanket.” He inclined his head, letting go of your hand. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep down here.”

“I figured—I mean…I was awake…and I didn’t hear you come upstairs. I was worried you were…cold.”

Gods, you wanted to kick yourself, to go running out of there and hide. It didn’t seem to matter how long you’d known him; speaking to Azriel, gazing at that gorgeous, chiselled face, turned you into a stumbling, stammering mess every time.

He glanced up at you, his hazel eyes sweeping your face and meeting your gaze. You could feel yourself blushing underneath the intensity of his stare. You cleared your throat.

“I’ll leave you to it, then,” You murmured, stepping back.

But he grabbed your wrist again. Gentler, this time. The touch feather-like, as though he was doing everything to tamp down on his own strength and be delicate with you.

“Stay.”

You stared at him. Swallowed. Never…never had it been like this — whatever this was. He usually politely ignored your blushing, the way you stumbled and rambled like an idiot. Usually spoke to you like your clear attraction to him wasn’t a giant elephant in the room.

But this — now — was different. Not in a way you could place a finger on. A strange tension shrouded the two of you, and it seemed to bring his shadows alive. You watched as they coiled around him and slowly reached out towards you.

You blinked out of your thoughts. Tried to remember how to speak. “What.” Was all you blurted.

“Stay.” Azriel repeated quietly. “If you can’t sleep. We can talk.”

Oh. Oh. That was all this was. The two of you talked all the time, and he was just…thoughtful. Not wanting you to be alone while sleep was evading you, even though he’d been slumbering happily himself, moments before. Your thoughts ran away with you for a second there—

“I had fun at Rita’s the other night.” The words fell from your mouth unprompted.

Az’s lips twitched. “I noticed.”

Your cheeks burned with what felt like the heat of a thousand suns. Rhys finally relenting and letting you join the others for nights out in Velaris was a relatively new thing, and maybe you’d let a little too loose. Had a few too many drinks.

“Was I embarrassing?” You grimaced. “That faerie wine is something else—”

“You weren’t embarrassing.” Azriel cut you off. “I liked it — watching you enjoy yourself.”

Your eyes flicked up to meet his. And his were…smouldering…fierce, as they bore into yours. A soft smile tugged at your lips. “I was hoping you would dance with me.”

“You weren’t short of offers. You didn’t need me wading in.”

“…You were the only one I wanted to dance with, though.”

Silence. Your candid admission was met with utter silence. Never had you been so…so forward.

Your feelings for Az were undoubtedly blatant, but…they’d always been an elephant in the room. Something you tiptoed around and never openly acknowledged.

Until now, clearly.

You met his eyes again. Found him just…staring. Staring deeply at you. He licked his lips and glanced down.

“It’s late.” He said quietly. “We should both get to sleep.”

You pursed your lips, the dismissal stinging. “What happened to talking?”

“I think it’s best that we call it a night.” He swallowed. “Before we get ourselves into trouble.”

You frowned down at your hands. Trouble. Was that how he saw you? A fine line teetering on the edge of danger, of poor choices?

“I don’t see how we can get ourselves into trouble by talking.” You said.

“You know what I’m talking about, Y/N. Get to bed before we forget ourselves—”

“I’m not a child, Azriel. I’m a grown female and I’m perfectly in control—”

“It’s not your control I’m worried about.”

You felt yourself falter. Go still. Because never…never had Az been forward like this. Not that you knew what he was saying, exactly. Your mind was more muddled than it ever had been. But it sounded a hell of a lot like…like maybe he—

“Just go to bed. Please.” He gritted out, his voice gravelly. “Before you say anything else that puts everything at risk.”

He must have read the hurt that stung your eyes. Perhaps that was why he lowered his gaze, refused to meet yours. And why he still didn’t look up as you rose to your feet.

“Fine.” You rasped, pulling your thin robe around you. Suddenly, you felt colder than ever. “I’ll go to bed. I’m sorry if I ever made you uncomfortable.”

“You didn’t.”

His response wasn’t a comfort. Nothing could stop the way your face burned and your eyes pricked with tears — tears of pure humiliation — as you strode to the door.

But some slither of candour still remained inside you as you turned at the threshold, wanting — needing — to get rid of the truth in your mind. Your eyes landed on Azriel again. He hadn’t moved.

“You know…” You said quietly. “One of those males I was dancing with asked me to go home with him tonight.”

The fact that you caught the slight shift of his body told you just how unguarded he currently was. He was usually impossible to get a read on, even after years and years of trying. But right then — in that moment — you glimpsed it. It was subtle, but…there.

He seemed to correct himself as he bit out, “Well, perhaps you should have — gone home with him.”

A laugh void entirely of humour left your lips. And though the sensible thing would have been to leave the room and return to bed, before this — whatever this was — got out of hand…you shut the door, instead. Pressed your back against it as you faced him once more.

“Is that what would make you feel so much better, Az? Is it what you want? For me to go around sleeping with any male who offers to buy me a dri—”

Your words died in your throat as he launched himself from his seat. With ridiculously big strides, he was in front of you in seconds, his hands slamming too loudly against the door, either side of your head.

“What I want,” he hissed, “is to strip you bare and fuck you until you’re hoarse.”

The slightest stagger of a breath escaped your lips, but that was about all you could manage. His body was so close to yours, so easy to reach out and touch—

“What I wanted,” he continued through gritted teeth, “was to march over to that male you were dancing with in Rita’s and rip his damn hands off. That is why I didn’t dance with you. Because I know what I fucking want, and it wouldn’t have stopped at just a dance.”

“No,” you breathed, “it wouldn’t have done.”

It was perhaps the boldest move you’d ever, ever made as you reached a hand up. You pulled Az’s head down towards yours, and pushing up on the tips of your toes, you pressed your lips together.

The kiss you gave him was hungry — the kiss you’d thought about giving him for years and years. One that communicated everything you wanted him to know. That you saw him, wanted him, loved him. That you weren’t some fragile little thing for him to dance around.

There was a split second before a growl was ripping from the depths of his chest. And then he was kissing you back, his hand coming up to tangle within the strands of your hair. He tipped your head back just slightly, his tongue teasing the seam of your mouth.

“These fucking lips,” he groaned against you. “You have no idea how much I think about them.”

His words had you weak at the knees. “You like my lips?”

“Far more than is sensible.”

“Then why,” you kissed him quick, yanking him against you, “have you never kissed them before?”

He stopped. Held you still as he pulled back — not by much. Just enough to stare down at you. His eyes flickered down to your lips and then back up to meet yours. His tongue swiped over his mouth like he was lapping up the taste of you.

“You’re Rhys’s sister.” He said gruffly. “…But you’re also every single one of my fantasies.”

And fuck if those words didn’t set you on fire. You swallowed, staring up at him. You wanted to show him…to make him see just how much he was every one of your fantasies.

How much you thought about this. Him.

You maintained eye contact with him as you grabbed his hand, moving it to your breast. He swallowed hard, his eyes dipping down.

But you didn’t allow him to hover there. Still holding onto his hand, you dragged it down. Down your stomach. Down until it reached the hem of your nightdress.

His fingers brushed the material, his eyes fluttering shut. It was the only barrier between him and your wetness. No underwear. Nothing to stop him brushing—

Those deft, brilliant fingers dipped beneath your nightgown, and you lifted your hips towards him. Until his hand was at the apex of your thighs.

“Gods,” he whispered, “you’re soaked.”

“Yes.” You breathed. “This is what you do to me, Az. And I’d much prefer your hand to my own.”

Your words seemed to send a shudder through his body, and he hissed between his teeth as the pads of his fingers found your wetness. He cupped his hand over your sex, slicking himself with your juices. A gasp fell from your throat.

“Is this what you want?” Azriel asked you, his thumb inching up to rest on your clit. “There?”

You hissed, hips jerking, and Az smirked. But there was no chance for you to breathe another word — or another sound — as he dipped his head and lowered his mouth to yours once more.

His kiss was firm, bruising, as his thumb began slow, indolent circles on your clit, made all the more delicious by the scrape of his calluses. You heard yourself whimper against his lips, felt him smile at the sound.

He broke the kiss, teeth grazing your lips. “And what else do you want?”

The slight pressure he applied had your hips bucking again. “You,” you gasped. “Your fingers. You. Inside me.”

“Fuck, Y/N.”

His hazel eyes flared, and never had you seen them so burning, so vibrant, like your words awoke something in him. And his fingers…gods, his fingers were more skilled than you could ever have imagined. He’d done no more than rub at your clit, and already your legs were trembling. You grabbed his arm, steadying yourself.

“Please,” you pulled his head down to meet yours again. “I want you.”

With a growl, he was all over you, his lips clashing against yours as he slipped a finger inside you. The moan that escaped you was lost immediately in the huff of your heavy breathing, mingling and twining with his.

“If we do this,” Az breathed, pumping his finger, “there’s no going back.”

“Good.”

That was what you wanted. Him, in every which way possible. Against the door or the wall, or on the sofa or the floor, upstairs or downstairs—

Az seemed to read those very thoughts on your face, and with an animalistic noise that had you clenching around his fingers, he pulled his hand from between your legs and hoisted you up into his arms, locking you tightly around him.

He didn’t stumble with you far, tucking his wings in and perching you on the back of the sofa. He slotted himself between your thighs. And went still. Stared down at you.

“Y/N, I—” He cut himself off, swallowing. “I want — need — to know that you’re sure about this. This could change a lot….”

You’d spent so many years wanting him, craving him. Thinking about him and watching him. Knowing that he discreetly took lovers. Knowing that he was probably keenly aware of your feelings this whole time. The fact that he was even questioning your certainty seemed ludicrous…

And yet, it made your heart flip and thud. Because it was Az all over — caring and attentive. Loving. Always, always good.

You met his gaze. Raised one hand to cup his cheek. And used the other hand to reach for the buttons of his trousers.

“I’ve never been more sure about anything.” You whispered, fingering the top button. “I’ve wanted you, Azriel, for a very, very long time.”

His eyes fell down to watch your fingers, and you could have sworn you heard his heart picking up and thudding. Heard a shuddered breath slip past his lips.

And then he was kissing you once more. Soft. Slow. His hands gently rubbing your arms. He left enough space between you for you to undo every button. And you did.

And then you were shoving those trousers down to the floor. Watching his cock spring free. You found yourself gulping at the mere sight of him.

All those jesting speculations you’d heard about wingspan correlating with the size of other body parts. It didn’t seem much like speculation to you. Az was thick…long…hard.

You wanted every inch of him inside you.

Slowly, you wrapped a hand around his cock — or tried to. Az hissed between his teeth, his eyes not once looking away. His hips jerked as you began to languidly pump his shaft, your thumb circling the head and mopping up the small pool of moisture that had gathered there.

“Gods,” Azriel choked. “No—no games.”

You hummed, trilling a soft laugh. “No?”

“No—I want to be inside you.”

You smirked, dipping your head. Your lips were inches from his cock as you flicked your eyes up to meet his. But he made no move to stop you. He merely watched, his chest heaving, as you poked your tongue out and swirled it around the head

He grunted, hips bucking. He seemed to be using every bit of his willpower not to thrust right into your mouth. No matter how much you wanted him to—

“No games,” he repeated, gently threading his fingers in your hair. “Wicked little thing.”

“You don’t want—”

“I want,” he pulled you up, kissing you quick, “you. I want you.”

Words you’d waited so, so long to hear, and they were as much of a song as you’d fantasised. For years. In the dead of night, with your hand between your legs. Or sometimes at sadder moments, when you’d cried and considered the possibility that Az would never, ever say such things to you.

And yet here he was. Saying them. Sending a shiver coursing through you.

He cupped your face in both his hands, leaning down to brush his lips against yours. And he was so gentle, so tender. There was nothing but pure adoration in the delicate way he handled you.

Az took the reins from there, ruching your nightgown up around your waist. He kissed you again and again and again. As he hoisted your legs up around him. As he grabbed his cock in his hand and dragged it through your folds, slicking himself up with your wetness and giving a few slow strokes to your clit.

As he aligned himself with your entrance and pushed in.

Just the tip. Even that stretched you, had a bite of pain pinching you that was strangely pleasurable and had you gasping against Az’s mouth. His hips stilled, and he pulled back just enough to meet your eyes.

“Want me to stop?” He whispered.

“No.” You immediately shook your head. “No. Keep going.”

A soft smile tugged at his lips, and he cupped the back of your head, threading his fingers within your hair. His lips found yours again as he pushed in a little further.

Stilled.

Pain and pleasure. Pleasure and pain. It was heady and wonderful, and you didn’t know whether you wanted to kiss him or cry his name or touch him all over, all at once.

A little further. He pulled out to the tip, pushing in again. Again.

He took his time allowing you to adjust. Allowing that pinch of pain to shift into full-fledged pleasure. And when finally — finally — he was pushed in to the hilt, he tore his mouth from yours and gazed at you.

The gaze was…gentle. Loving. Open. And you were more grateful for that than he could ever imagine. That he was willing to be open with you. Willing to bare himself like you were baring yourself.

And then he pulled out to the tip once more. And truly began to thrust.

“You don’t even know,” Azriel gasped, hips rolling, “how much I think about you. How much I try not to. You’re always there — on my mind.”

You did know. Gods, you did. Az had been consuming you since you’d been capable of harbouring such feelings. He was everything. Absolutely everything—

“Gods, you feel so good around me.” He groaned. His rough hands grabbed at your hips, hoisting you up.

The two of you were frenzied and unstoppable as he pounded into you, and it took every bit of control you possessed to keep your voices down, to maintain your moans and noises in hushed tones.

But Az inside of you was like nothing else you’d ever felt. And as his thrusts picked up, his hips moving faster, harder, you became him and he became you. One unit of nothing but unbridled elation and pleasure.

You pulled him flush against you, your nails grazing his wings, and you felt his hips falter, his face burying the crook of your neck. You heard him whimper, the chanted “gods, gods, gods” as he slammed into you and reached between you to rub at your clit.

You lost it, then, release an unforgiving force barrelling through every single part of your body. Your head fell back, and a cry tore through your throat that Az smothered with a hand, cupping his palm over your mouth as his thrusts, somehow, picked up even more.

“I can’t—” He choked, slamming his other hand against the sofa to steady himself. “Oh gods.”

That was all the warning you got before he thrust three more times, hard, fast, his skin slapping yours, before his hips staggered. And then he was coming deep inside you, huffing breathless moans and noises into your neck.

He collapsed against you, and you held him, utterly spent and utterly blissful. There was something soothing in the heavy rise and fall of his chest against you – like you and he were the only two people left in the world. All other sounds and images and smells had melted away, and it was just you. You and Azriel. The way you had dreamed it one day would be.

You were surprised to find a tear rolling down your cheek as you cradled Az’s head to your neck, your eyes screwed shut and your fingers stroking his hair. He was everything to you; a ray of light amongst so many horrors. A reminder that there was still beauty in the world.

And maybe – you hoped – you could be that for him.

“I love you, Az.” You whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head. “I love you.”

Azriel’s body went still, rigid against you. His head jerked up, hazel eyes blown wide and meeting yours. He was undoubtedly a sight, with his tousled hair and flushed cheeks, his swollen lips.

He blinked at you, those swollen lips parting. “...What did you say?”

“I–”

But there was no chance for you to repeat the admission.

Not as the door flew open.

Az jerked away from you, yanking his trousers up. And you had the sense, somewhere in your roaring mind, to shimmy your nightgown back down.

It was all entirely pointless, though. If the sight of you both didn’t immediately give away what you’d just been doing, the smell of sex in the air certainly did.

And Cassian knew that, as he stood in the doorway, his hair mussed from sleep and just a low-waisted pair of lounge trousers hanging on his hips.

He stared between you and Az. Took in the sight of you both. Azriel cleared his throat, fastening the buttons on his trousers. Ran a hand through his hair for a good measure. You could practically feel the panic rolling off of him in waves.

But Cassian’s lips kicked into a smirk. He glanced between you once more.

“Well.” He snickered. “It would seem the two of you have had a happy Solstice, indeed.”

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moodymisty · 5 months

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I am back to ask for more peterturabo fics. He is a petty boy who i love dearly. Do anything you want i love all your warhammer fics so much

Author's Note: You had me at Perturabo, friend. Here's some writing of turbocunt, hope you enjoy. It's sort of a rehash of a drabble I did not long ago. But I'm kinda amazed how weighed my requests are towards chaos. Y'all are some horny heretics.

Summary: You feel like a creature on display, surrounded by curious Primarchs eager to learn about Perturabo's littlest warrior.

Relationships: Perturabo/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Perturabo's shitass attitude, General 40kness, Gossipy Primarchs because when you're emotionally stunted demigods stuck up in a palace or on a battleship someone getting laid is probably international fucking news

Word Count: 1255

"I see the littlest Iron Warrior has made a return to Terra; Was Olympia to your liking?"

The uniquely loud but gentle voice stops you dead in your tracks, and only after two distinct pairs of steps come thundering closer do you dare to turn.

It would take someone of extraordinary denseness or hermitic nature to not recognize the Angel Sanguinius as the source of one pair of footsteps, though his companion alludes you for a moment. He's almost as pristine as Sanguinius, but there's a particular aura around him that is distinctly different. When Sanguinius says his name to fully catch his attention, you remember.

Fulgrim, The Phoenician; Perturabo had spoken of him a sparse number of times, though most hadn't been the most positive. Then again, he rarely speaks of his fellow Primarchs in any other way than with sentences filled with disdain and pejoratives.

He looks right at you, through you, and you try not to completely melt under his gaze. You swallow a knot in your throat as you realize you haven't even said a single word, though you don't really get the chance to. You must have been the subject of a previous conversation, judging by the phrasing of his next sentence.

"She's not what I expected of him."

You dare to glance towards Fulgrim. Was that meant to be a snub? A compliment? Is he insulting Perturabo?

You had only meant to make it back to your chambers before it got dark, the chance of crossing not one but two Primarchs was an astronomically low one.

The Angel smiles, gentle and soft. Just like the pristine white feathers of his wings. He laughs, presumably at your apprehensive mien.

"Oh come now, we won't bite."

Sanguinus' smile is gentle, while Fulgrim scoffs. His smooth white hair slides down over his shoulder, covering a portion of the elegant purple cloth he's currently wearing.

"Says you," Fulgrim's expression is what you can only describe as cold, but not emotionless. He's controlled, elegant and pristine; Like a flower carved from ice. "I'm sure being around Perturabo hasn't helped matters. He isn't exactly the most amicable company."

You swallow that same pesky knot that stays in your throat again, and give a nervous smile.

"He has his moments."

Sanguinius' face lights up upon hearing your voice, perhaps a bit mischievous at the tidbit you'd spilled. Fulgrim is the one who speaks up, however- eyebrows raised.

"Oh really? Tell me; Does actually have a bone capable of a romantic emotion in his body, or does he just fiddle with machinery all hours of the day?"

You smile fades a bit, pursing your lips shut tight like you're attempting to lock them for a moment.

"I, don't think he would be pleased if i said anything more on the subject." Sanguinius wings shift.

"Then we won't keep you from him any longer." He looks to Fulgrim, and you dip your head as you move out of the way and they pass you by. You continue standing in the middle of the massive hall for what feels like forever, just staring at the gold filigree and ornate tapestries.

But once you manage to unstick your feet, you finally make it to Perturabo's private chambers. Iron Warriors pass you by, on guard duty while their Primarch stays in the palace. They grant you entry on his orders, but you can feel the energy coming from them isn't the most positive. But their gene-sire is Perturabo, afterall. You won't proclaim he has the most amicable personality.

When you enter the foremost room of the massive bedchamber, you see him slightly hunched over a worktable. You can't quite see what he's fixing from this angle, but it appears to possibly be something relatively small in comparison to him. He looks away from it to you, brow furrowed.

"What is with that expression of yours."

Brushing a chunk of hair behind your ear, you purse your lips. Tools are scattered across the table, stained with oil and scuffed from use. You still can't quite see what he's working on when you shift a bit to your left.

"I met Primarch Fulgrim and Primarch Sanguinius."

The change in his posture is immediate, and energy palpable. He doesn't ask where, so you assume he has a general idea that they crossed you on the way here. His brow is furrowed as he stares at you, thin lips tight.

"And what did they say, or did they merely try and pry as much information from you as they could get?"

Would it make him more upset to say they did one of those things, or both?

You purse your lips to one side, trying to find the right way to word it. Perturabo's eyes glance between you and his current project multiple times.

"They didn't say much of anything. Other than that I wasn't what they expected of you. I'm, not entirely sure what they meant by it." He makes a noise somewhere between a hum, and a displeased grunt.

You stand still for a moment after speaking, before coming closer to stand at his side. He moves his arm for you to come even closer, and silently assists with helping you into his lap. It's been something you've been doing more as of late; Perturabo is always working, and this is one way you can manage to steal a bit of his time. He doesn't mind it either. And if anything, he seems to enjoy when you watch him make things for you.

"I didn't tell them a thing. I didn't feel like it was something they should know." He continues working, but you know he's listening. You wring your hands and try to dislodge this feeling in your gut. Your feet dangle off his legs, feeling small in the shadow of his chest.

"I feel terrible because, they're Primarchs; But they aren't my Primarch."

Perturabo lets out a one note laugh.

"If their prides were so insulted that you managed to skirt around their questioning, then they can say so to me. I'm in need of the amusement."

You watch closer at his hands, and realize he's tinkering with something for you.

It's an automata, he calls it. Something that is powered by an unknown machinery inside. It just looks like a bunch of baubles and gears, to you. All you know is that each have a key that when you turn it, makes them move. You have many of them already, it seems this one is shaped like a small Iron Warrior.

Perhaps he just enjoys making the little things. Not much will ever be difficult to the Primarch, so maybe he just finds their simplicity and clumsy mimicry of whatever he's cast their silhouette in silly. They entertain you, at least.

Sitting it down onto the massive table, he closes it's back and winds it up, watching it stomp across the table in the pose of a proper Astartes march. When it slows to a stop, you lean forward to pick it up.

It's heavy, and while it looked small in Perturabo's hands, it's massive in yours; Around the size of your head. He watches you hold it from above, you can feel his gaze on you. You try not to smile as a bit of a mischievous thought crosses your mind.

"You should make one that looks like Sanguinius."

The Primarch lets out a surprisingly loud gauffaw. His left hand lands on your thigh.

"The next one, perhaps."

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mangowillow · 1 year

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interlude: you

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: as you go through life and its fears and doubts, Jungkook is there to ground you, to serve as your anchor in a very messy tide.

genre/tags: fluff, friends to lovers, confessions under the moonlight, intimacy, falling in love

word count: 4.1k

a/n: enjoy :)

Jungkook’s knees and legs feel numb.

He has been stroking your hair, tucking in stubborn strands behind your ear for almost an hour as you lay your head on his thighs, holding a single pink sunflower that ended up resting underneath your fingers, and ultimately, on Jungkook’s knees.

Jungkook almost didn’t make it to your family’s dinner tonight because he got caught up in a project at work. But he wouldn’t miss a family dinner unless something really urgent came up. Through the years, his friendship with you has become so strong that he’d feel as if he was dying if he let you down in any way. If anything, your anxious messages to him were something he knew he shouldn’t ignore.

You’re coming to the dinner, right?

It starts at 7, sharp.

I’m nervous, I haven’t seen them in so long, what if they say the same things again?

Where are you? You’ll come, right?

Jungkook could already imagine what you looked like at that moment— phone in both hands, biting your lips, bouncing on your feet in small jumps. You once told him that his presence alone eased all your worries in an instant and ever since then, he wanted to make sure he was there to reassure you, to keep you company, keep you safe.

So when he arrived at dinner, your family had already started. When your mother laid eyes on Jungkook, she smiled her most pleasant, almost affectionate, smile— a smile you yourself have never been shown.

"Jungkook, darling, it’s so good to see you. Come sit, sit."

But instead of Jungkook sitting next to your mother as she wanted, he went around the table and sat next to you.

Your side of the table has always been so cold. And as dinner dragged on, your worse fears came to light.

"You know, honey, you should already be thinking about how you’re going to work for the family business. One day, you’ll take over, you should know that by now."

Your father chimed in as well: Your mother is right. One day we will both be too old to run the whole thing and it’s up to you to continue the legacy your grandfather built.

“Dancing will never make you money, sweetheart. You need to stop doing all those lessons, eventually or you’ll never be able to focus on the business.”

“You should be more like Jungkook. He’s been doing well with the merger and we all know that one day, he’ll have no trouble running the whole conglomerate himself.”

It’s always like this, Jungkook thought. It was never fair that you were being compared to him when both your families have been good friends for years. Since he could remember, you refused to run your family’s company and he can still recall how your parents used to express their disappointment over the fact that their firstborn was not a male.

As soon as he placed his warm hand over your clenched fist, you instantly relaxed. Jungkook rubbed his thumb across your knuckles, coaxing your fingers to loosen and once you allowed yourself to, he intertwined his fingers with your shaking ones.

Jungkook has never done that before.

You have never been more grateful once your parents were distracted by whatever your aunt was telling them because if their words dragged on a bit longer, your tears would have fallen. You were so consumed with your own inner critic telling you you were a failure and trying to control your emotions at the same time that you didn’t notice Jungkook leaning against your ear.

“What do you say we get out of here, hm?”

His voice soothed you like a calm river flowing through a gentle breeze. You look at him quite frantically with eyes full of pain and Jungkook ached for you.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but I think ____ is not feeling too well. I think she needs to rest.”

Your mom didn’t blink an eye and just told Jungkook to take care of you.

And that’s what led Jungkook and you into your childhood bedroom.

In this bedroom, you and Jungkook spent many days and nights playing and studying. Your bedroom is witness to the love and comfort you both find in each other for years and years.

Jungkook is pulled out of his thoughts when you slightly shifted. As soon as he took you to your room, you didn’t say a word and he understood.

“Thank you for coming,” you whispered.

“You know I always will,” Jungkook reassured.

You slowly get up and Jungkook was quick to help. You shifted your weight onto your left arm and turned to face him, fiddling with the stem of the sunflower with the other hand.

“And thank you for this,” you gesture to the flower. “You really didn’t have to.”

Jungkook gave you a soft smile as he tucked another strand of hair behind your ear. His favorite habit and excuse to touch you. “Pink sunflowers are hard to come by, of course I had to get you one.”

You give him a small smile before collapsing to your real side of the bed. Jungkook exaggerates his stretches and extended his arms with a groan. His legs do feel numb, almost painful, but he doesn’t mind.

“Will you stay the night?” you tentatively ask while looking out the night sky outside your window. Your face is softly illuminated by the moon’s light and Jungkook wants to give you the whole world.

“Of course, ____. I still have some of my clothes here, I think?”

You nod before humming, “They’re inside those drawers.”

Jungkook has no qualms with stripping in front of you. Years of friendship can do that to two people so intertwined, so connected. He takes off his pants and wears the pair of grey sweatpants he left a week ago. Almost immediately, he sees an old jersey of his from his soccer days back in college. Fondly he remembers how you always loved wearing his jerseys especially when you both knew you wouldn’t be seeing each other for a while. Lately, Jungkook also noticed how you would randomly ask him for any of his old t-shirts, telling him his fabric softener smelled so nice.

Jungkook just knows that the real reason why you ask him for his clothes is that you find comfort in wearing them and that doessomething to him.

When he goes back to bed, you instinctively scoot to envelop yourself in his arms. After he plants a kiss on the top of your head, he feels you exhale a sigh of relief, hearing your heartbeat as it calms down.

“You smell so nice,” you say, voice coming out muffled because of how your face was buried against his chest.

Jungkook chuckles and runs his hand up and down your back in smoothing strokes and circles.

“And you feel so warm, Jungkook. How are you always so cuddly?”

“It’s because I am,” Jungkook playfully replies, coaxing a chuckle now from you.

It’s in intimate moments like this that Jungkook gets to see you vulnerable and raw. You always put up a facade and a smile on the outside, but in the corners of your room or in private, Jungkook knows how you truly feel about the world. It has been a world so cruel to you and it hurts him to see you struggle through not knowing what to do sometimes. Dancing has been your one and only love ever since high school. You have never been the corporate type, you told him once. And he knows it. He knows that you come alive once you’re on the dance floor, interpreting music as you move. He knows that you value and care for people and have a heart of gold, not steel, which the corporate world ever so requires.

In your childhood bedroom, Jungkook has seen you cry and feel helpless. And it was a side you hide so well, sometimes even from him. You and Jungkook have fought countless times about you keeping things from him because he knew you didn’t like burdening other people.

But he wants you to give him your burdens. He wants you to talk to him about what’s on your mind and what’s bothering you, no matter how mundane it is. Your stubbornness is a weapon and a weakness, he always thinks.

Jungkook is two years older than you so when he graduated, you were sad that you had no one to rant about your classes with. Sure, you still did that with him from time to time, but the cruelty of finite time itself usually pulled you both apart now more and your parents’ incessant nagging didn’t help the situation either. Suffice to say that holding you close has been more of a liberty and a privilege for Jungkook. It has been two years since then and there isn’t a day when he feels regret over not being able to hold you whenever you need him the most.

In this space tonight, he revels in the warmth of your skin, your quiet, steady breaths centering him.

“What’s it like out there, Jungkook?” you whisper as you slightly pull back to look at him. “What’s it like having big shoes to fill in for other people?”

Jungkook knows your fears are talking. Deep down, he knows you’re unsure, and uncertain about what the future holds because growing up, you have always been taught that you never seemed to be enough. While Jungkook tried to shield you and stand as your fortress as much as he could, his efforts also weren’t enough to fill in the empty spaces and gaps in your heart that longed to be accepted by your family.

Jungkook sucked in a breath before answering, “I think it’s good and cold at the same time, ____. I say good because there’s so much out there to look forward to. You find your way through jobs, find what fits, meet new people, and have fun at parties but keep in mind that you have to be more mindful now because you can’t afford to be hungover on a workday, maybe you find love or you find yourself in the process. That is the hope, I guess. But it’s also cold because I sometimes feel like I trudge through life not knowing if I am doing things right. Sometimes, I don’t even have a clue what I’m doing…”

Jungkook feels you stiffen ever so slightly, it was unnoticeable. But nothing was unnoticeable to him when it comes to you.

“And it’s okay, you know?” Jungkook assures as he runs a hand through your hair. “To not know what to do or if you’re doing things right. That’s why we live… to figure things out until we understand it and it all makes sense.”

“Hmm. That sounds nice. I wish I can figure things out fast enough.”

“You have me, ____. And we’ll get through it, together.” It took a while for Jungkook to realize that he isn’t just saying this as someone who understands you because your families are connected. He is saying this because he wants to truly be there and to make up for all his stupid mistakes in the past.

“You said maybe I can find love,” you start. Jungkook stills and he hopes you don’t notice. “Have you found that?” You finish your sentence without looking at him because you turn to face the night-lit sky once more.

Jungkook juts his lip before tucking his arm under his head.

“I’m not sure. Why do you ask?” He says in a teasing tone, hoping to diffuse some of the tension he suddenly feels.

It took a while for you to answer back that Jungkook thought you fell asleep. “I don’t know… I mean, you used to date a lot of girls back in college so I always thought you’d find the one sooner or later.”

Jungkook tries to gauge the tone of your voice and at this moment he hopes he can see how your face moves or reacts because he badly wants to read you right now.

“I’m not that kind of person anymore, ____.” Jungkook does not know why he feels dejected at the thought that maybe you did think of him as some playboy who only cared about the body count.

“I know… I know.” Jungkook is sure he saw the ghost of a smirk on your lips. You close your eyes and breathe evenly Jungkook thought that was the end of the conversation.

But then you spoke once more and he could’ve sworn his heart fell to the ground.

“Why didn’t you ever choose me?”

“W-what?” Jungkook stammers.

He sees you slowly open your eyes, but they kept looking towards the window. You do not respond to his question and he feels a need to ease your fears, and reassure you right now that you mean everything to him.

“I didn’t know what I was doing back then, ____… I only wanted to satisfy myself, to enjoy every bit of recklessness i could and could not afford because I knew that when it was all over, I had to endure a life of misery…” Jungkook paused to check on you. You turned your head to look at the ceiling now, your hands clasped over your stomach.

“Was it worth it?” you gently ask him.

“No,” Jungkook immediately answers without hesitation. “It wasn’t.”

“So what now, then?” you ask to the ceiling. Jungkook was at a loss for words. Despite being your best friend, he sometimes struggled to read you, because again, you keep your feelings and thoughts locked up so well, not even he can reach them. But he wants to try.

He wants to try so badly to know what you’re truly feeling because if he doesn’t, he’ll never forgive himself.

He slowly moves towards you until his lips are mere inches apart from your cheek. His eyes look up to see that you have yours closed again. You don’t move, but he can feel you breathing more pronouncedly. He allows himself to look at you this close, so peaceful, so serene. He basks in the idea that it’s only he who could make you feel calm and safe.

And before he can stop himself, he kisses you on your cheek. It wasn’t an odd thing, really. He kisses you on the cheek all the time. But this is also the first time his lips linger and this is the first time he kisses you with so much reverence and hesitation all at once.

He feels you take a deep breath, all the while keeping your eyes closed.

“Can you do that again?” you evenly asked.

A smile ghosts Jungkook’s lips as he softly kisses you on your jaw. Ever so slightly, he moves downward, partially opening his lips to plant an open-mouthed kiss on your neck. You move and let out a sigh, tilting your neck further, telling him it was okay and you were giving him permission.

He kisses you on your neck once more, this time fanning his breath over the spot he just let his lips stay.

“I am so sorry, ____.”

“What are you sorry for?” you ask but you still don’t meet his eyes.

“I’m sorry I didn’t do anything for us. I… I have always wanted to come to you. I always longed for you. But I was scared, ____. I was so scared of ruining our friendship and I would never forgive myself if I ever hurt you that way. Every single day I regret not saying anything. I wish I could turn back time because, in that way, we could have had so much more.”

It was then that Jungkook realizes that the reason why you keep your eyes closed is that you were trying not to cry. As soon as the words left him, a tear slides down the cheek he just kissed.

“Please don’t cry, ____. I don’t like seeing you cry…” Jungkook whispers and pleads.

You finally open your eyes but kept them towards the ceiling.

“It’s time we can never get back, Jungkook.” You slowly turn to face him now. “It’s also time that I will always be grateful to have spent with you.”

Jungkook tries searching your eyes for any sign, anything that will tell him this isn’t the end of you and him.

He has dated so many women over the years and in the beginning, he never thought about looking at you more than his best friend. But he also knew that your eyes, your face, your whole being told him that you wanted him. He saw the disappointment in your eyes during the times he failed to come to your agreed-upon movie nights. He heard the sadness in your voice when he called to tell you that soccer practice ran late and he had to cancel on you. He felt your longing every time you saw him in the arms of another. He felt guilty whenever he chose his one-night stands over you.

You always tried to hide what you truly felt, but he knew.

He knew all along.

Yet in all those moments he chose to ignore that one nagging feeling that has haunted him since you were kids: his real feelings for you.

He didn’t think you deserve someone like him— not after all his shenanigans with frat parties and women. He used to think of himself as a lost cause and he didn't want to drag you into his mess. But as years went by, he ached for you all the more. And despite all his shortcomings, you never once shunned him. But he was and still is so scared.

Scared of losing you.

“I never thought I’d get to hear words like that from you,” you smirk. Jungkook thinks you’re insufferable for turning such a serious conversation into something much lighter. “I like it, though.”

“I mean every single word, ____. I am so scared of losing you.”

“You will never lose me. No matter what happens.”

“But the future is so uncertain, I don’t know if I’ll ever be enough for you, ____, because you deserve the world. You deserve so much more and everything good” Jungkook feels relief and agony in his confession. He feels vulnerable now that his secret is out.

“Well… We have the rest of our lives to figure it all out, right? You said it yourself,” you say.

Jungkook lets out a breath of relief again. You turn your body to fully face him in your dimly lit childhood bedroom. You gave him a smile as you touch his lips with your fingers.

“Can you kiss me, Jungkook? Just for tonight?”

Jungkook feels frustration bubbling up inside of him because you could still think that all this can still be temporary. He wants you to know he’s all in on this, if you are too. He wants you to feel that he only wants to give you all of him if you will have him.

Jungkook secures his hold on you as he kisses you. The moment your lips touch, he feels elation like he has never experienced before. He thinks about how wonderful it finally is to have you in his arms and to kiss you without abandon. His tongue slides over your lip, shyly telling you he wants more and you readily part your lips to let him kiss you deeper. You both kiss for so long that when he parts from you, he immediately wants to do it all over again even if it knocks the breath out of him.

“Wow, that was… nice.” you tell him, giggling. Jungkook cocks an eyebrow at you and you laugh.

“Just nice?” Jungkook feigns incredulity. You giggle even more as Jungkook’s eyes soften.

“Can I kiss you again?”

You bite your lip before nodding and Jungkook feels he can now die happy.

He swings his leg over you, positioning himself until he’s now on top of you. He gently leans forward with both his hands cupping your cheeks as he looks at your eyes now full of mischief and love. He plants a long kiss on your forehead before leaving pecks on your eyelids, the tip of your nose, both sides of your jaw, and your chin.

You giggle at his playfulness, “Just kiss me already, you fool.”

“With pleasure, my love.”

Jungkook didn’t give you any time to process the way he just addressed you because he captures your lips in his once more, this time with more urgency and fire. Jungkook licks into your mouth, allowing your tongues to touch. A few hours ago it was just your hands that were intertwined, but now that love is out in the open, bodies intertwined under the sheets, it gives an opportunity for the both of you to rock and move in sync with one another.

Jungkook loves how responsive you are and this is just you and him making out. Your soft sighs keep him going until you’re gasping and moaning.

Jungkook allows himself to be greedy as he runs his mouth to the side of your jaw, going down to your neck once more because tonight, he learns that kissing you there draws out the sweetest sounds from you. His lips return to your lips once more, softly biting your bottom lip.

“I think kissing you might just be my favorite thing to do ever,” Jungkook says through his pants. He sees you swallow and you give him the sweetest smile he has ever been graced with.

“I think I can kiss you all day, Jungkook. Don’t you dare stop.”

“I will never,” Jungkook utters. Your nails dig into Jungkook’s back while his hand grips tight on your waist. For the first time in so long, Jungkook feels so alive and it almost feels unnerving to have you this close to him. Body on fire, voice airy, he kisses you like it’s his last. Hearing your shortened breaths, your moans, and your gasps as he grazes his lips along your jawline makes him feel so, so alive, he regrets not having you like this sooner.

“I need you closer, Jungkook, please.” you plead.

“How do you want me, sweetheart?” Jungkook asks. He rolls his hips against you, making you gasp even more than you already were and he absolutely loves it.

Jungkook pulls you toward him until you’re sitting on his lap, bodies flush. He runs a hand across your hair, grounding you, telling you he’s here right now, that he will be with you until the end.

“You’re the one good thing in my life, Jungkook.” you confess.

Jungkook can feel your heart racing. He looks at you as if you created the stars in the sky and says, “You’re like the morning sun, ____.”

“Why? Do you want it to be morning already?” you turn your head to the window again.

Jungkook laughs and turns your face towards him. “No, you silly goose. You’re like the morning sun because with every day passing me by, the sun tells me there’s new hope and a chance for me to try again. I haven’t— I lack in so many ways, but you remind me that the morning will come and despite my uncertainties of the future, I can still turn things around for the better. You are my morning light, ____.”

“Who knew you could be such a sap?” you tease, Jungkook laughing along with you and pulling you into a warm embrace.

“But the night also comes after the day. What if… what if I fail you?” you ask, your fears threatening to resurface. Jungkook quietly shushes you.

“You are also my moonlight because no matter how dark the night is, you’re still that bright light that guides me home.”

You can’t help but tear up at Jungkook’s words. He gently wipes them away.

“It took me a long time to get here, but I will do anything to make you happy and safe with me, my love. From now on, you will never have to feel like you’re all alone.”

Jungkook feels that love is redemptive. No matter how long, it will always be his saving grace.

“I love you.” Jungkook whispers against your lips. “I will forever love you.”

You let out a shuddered breath before closing your eyes, “I love you too, Jungkook. I have loved you for so long.”

Jungkook captures your lips once more into his and tightens his hold on your body. As soon as the both of you need air, you tuck your chin into the crook of Jungkook’s shoulder, trying to steady your breath.

“You are so beautiful, my love,” Jungkook reassures you. “You are the most wonderful person I have ever met and I hope you know that.”

“I believe you,” you answer.

Under the moonlight, a love blooms. For you and Jungkook, the sun and moon will always guide you home.

#jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook fluff #bts jungkook #jungkook fic #jungkook imagine #jungkook scenarios #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts au #jungkook oneshot #mwillow: interlude you

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bonny-kookoo · 1 year

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Yoongi: 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 (4)

In which it ends up being you who makes the first step towards something more.

Tags/Warnings: Vampire!Yoongi, Human!Reader, mentions of 'being high' (drug usage in a way), friends to lovers, blood (duh), red haired Yoongi, Listen I am Jungkook focused but I will put Vampire Yoongi on the menu and you'll better finish your plate

Additional Chapter Warnings: cuddly Yoongi???, we're moving guys buckle your seat belts

Chapter Length: short/mid

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"Hey, Yoongi?" You ask, all bundled up in a blanket in front of the little fireplace.

"Hm?" He responds, throwing a piece of wood into the fire, before he leans back into his seat again.

"Would you cuddle me if I asked?"

For a second, time stops. His brain stops, everything stops, as he goes over a list of possible things leading to you saying such a.. rather blunt thing.

Potentially drunk? No way, you don't actually drink often at all, and tonight, you both have not had any alcohol to drink.

Sleepy, maybe? No, you seem pretty awake staring at him right now, flames reflecting in your eyes.

Drugs? Okay now he's reaching.

"I-what.. what makes you ask that?" He asks you, trying to keep his cool. He's gonna have to be careful here, all senses on high alert.

You shrug. "Just.. wondering." You mumble into the blanket, almost disappointed. "I don't know." You say quietly, not looking at him anymore.

"I mean, we can. If you'd like." He tells you, trying not to smile at the way your eyes lighten up. "Is there something on your mind?" He wonders, watching you.

"Hmhm." You nod, shrinking in on yourself. "But.. hm, I don't know, really." You say, before you look up at him from under your lashes. "So... is that a yes?" You ask meekly so, and he shrugs, unzipping his jacket before opening it up.

"Come here then." He says, beckoning you, and you almost immediately hobble over in your blanket, sitting sideways on his thighs, leaning into him as he wraps his arms around you.

"Thanks." You say, quietly so, and he chuckles.

"No need for thanks." He tells you softly, watching the fire. "You know I like your company." He offers.

"Hmhm, I know." You affirm, though there's an almost.. bitter tone to your voice.

"You say it like it's a bad thing." He jokes, though he's truly interested in why it seems like you're just.. not quite happy.

"I don't know." You shrug. "I guess.. it's just a bad thing for me, not you.." You say.

"Why is that?" He gently tries, threading carefully as to not potentially put words in your mouth.

He hopes you want to say what he thinks you want to say. He hopes. He needs to hear it from you.

"Cause.. you know!" You whine suddenly, sitting up in frustration as you stare him down almost angrily, redness on your cheeks pretty evident. "You can't not have noticed.!" You argue further, making him lean his head to the side.

"I don't know." Yoongi replies. "Thats why I want you to say what's on your mind." He offers.

"...you know I like you." You quietly say, avoiding his gaze. "Its not like it's.. a big secret or anything. Everyone calls me that lost puppy running after you after all." You pout, staring at your feet swinging a bit.

"Well I've not heard that one yet." He chuckles, tucking some of your hair behind your ear. "But of course you like me. I know that. I like you too, after all." He shrugs, making you throw your head back in agony.

"Yeah but not like I like you!"

Yoongi sighs at that, both in relief, but also because there's a lot happening now. "You know what I am."

"I know." You say, looking at him. "And I already told you I'm not scared."

"But you should be." He scolds softly. "There's enough cases of bitings happening in relationships, families and marriages to tell that love won't tame the monster." He explains.

"So?" You shrug, looking at him now, serious. "I know that. I'm not stupid."

"And I'm not saying you are." He tells you, watching you. "I'm just reminding you."

"Hmhm." You nod more or less to yourself, staring down at your feet again. "...so?"

"So?" He teases, keeping his eyes on you.

"Yoongi!" You whine, and now he really can't help but laugh a little, unable to keep it in. "You're being mean right now, I don't wanna cuddle anymore." You scoff, jumping off his lap-

Or at least you would've if it wasn't for his death grip on you.

"There's no way I'm letting you go that easily now." He chuckles, pulling you close enough to teasingly kiss your neck.

"You're mine now."

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #yoongi imagine

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i-think-i-did-it-again · 7 months

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The Tour XIII

A/N: this chapter is way longer than intended but I didn’t want to break it into 2 parts so sorry about that! Enjoy 😘

Warning: swearing, smut, mentions of drugs and alcohol.

The air in your hotel room is thick. Colson just told you that his recent party boy behaviour has something to do with you and you can’t seem to wrap your head around it. Your legs feel like jelly but your feet are concrete. You’re trying so hard not to freak out but it’s near impossible with his eyes on you. You need a second.

You move rapidly to the bathroom, slamming the door behind you, and lean against the sink. If you were in your right mind, you’d probably demand Colson leave so you can get your bearings.

“You.”

His word hangs in the air like a stifling breeze. You want to know more but you can’t bring yourself to face him again. Not yet at least. The coward's way out is to just hide in the bathroom and hope that he’ll eventually leave but you know Colson, he’s as stubborn as you are. He’ll wait you out until the sun rises and the thought of sleeping on a cold tiled floor or bathtub is very unappealing.

You take a deep, steadying breath, splash some water on your face and open the bathroom door again. Colson sits unbothered on the edge of your bed, playing with the ring on his middle finger and staring at the floor. He looks up at you as you clear your throat, willing the words out of your mouth.

“What the fuck does that mean?” you ask in a hushed tone and he smiles softly at you. He pats the spot on the bed beside him and you take it, cautiously.

“I’m not going to lie, when Rook brought you around that first time I didn’t like you. He’d told me about your failed date and I thought that was it but then he showed up at my house with you on his arm and I saw fucking red,” you gulp but he softens his words by stroking your thigh and you relax, a little. “I guess I was just masking my intimidation by being an asshole and part of me thought that maybe Rook was just pretending to only want to be friends because his ego wouldn’t let him admit he liked you if you didn’t feel the same way. Then I watched the two of you and it was pretty clear there was nothing there. After that, I kind of got used to the idea of you being around but then you weren’t really around all that often.”

It’s true. In the beginning, you were so spun out about the idea of being friends with famous people that you didn’t do all that much socialising with them. You’d always sort of kept to yourself most of the time anyway so you’d never had to factor in making plans with others. It wasn’t that you objected to the company, you just weren’t used to it.

“That drove me fucking insane,” he half growls, half groans and you’re instantly turned on by it.

“What do you mean?” you squeak, biting your bottom lip.

“Rook didn’t say much about you other than the fact that you were cool to hang out with. I don’t know if he was intentionally keeping me in the dark or if he was just oblivious to my need to know. Either way, the fact that you didn’t really seem to come around often made it impossible to get to know you, which made me want to get to know you more.”

You ponder that for a moment. In the beginning, before your crush on Colson began, you didn’t really give much thought to him. You didn’t obsess about what he was doing or if he was thinking about you, you didn’t second guess every little thing he said, the way you do now. You miss that version of yourself. The one that didn’t give a fuck.

“So what you’re saying is, you were infatuated with me?” you grin at the horrified look on Colson's face. “Kells, I’m just fucking with you!” you laugh at the pale sheen his face has taken on. He shakes his head but continues to talk anyway.

“When you started coming around more often, I tried to keep a distance. I guess, observing from a distance type of thing but I found you so…intriguing that you I failed almost every time. Then we became part of the group, I forced myself to push all of that away and just be a friend. Then I met Megan.”

You flinch at the mention of her name. Even though you were a part of the group first, she always managed to make you feel like an insider. You don’t really know if she did it on purpose or if she just had that effect on people but it was unnerving either way. You hung around them less when she was around. Rook was the only one in the group you ever hung out with one on one, until you developed a closer friendship with Ashleigh and then Sophie, so you still knew what was going on in the group thanks to him.

“I knew it was wrong and that I was 100% committed to what I thought her and I had but you were always there in the back of my mind. Like an itch you can’t scratch or a puzzle you can’t solve. It was frustrating and all consuming at the same time. That’s probably why I missed the signs with Megan. Not that’s your fault or anything.”

You didn’t think he was blaming you for the end of his relationship but now you kind of wonder how committed he really was if he still thought about you from time to time. You’d never seen yourself as a puzzle. You thought you were pretty fucking obvious most of the time, an open book, but apparently not.

“Did you love her?”

Your question surprises him and he takes a few moments to gather his thoughts. You can’t remember the last time you saw Colson sit still for this long, let alone have such an honest conversation. You’re so used to ‘life of the party’ Colson that this ‘controlled and soft spoken’ Colson is almost off putting.

“In the beginning, yes definitely but…” he falters slightly before continuing. “As I got to know her, the real her, there were parts of her that were hard to love. I hated the way she treated people that she thought were beneath her and she never had a nice thing to say about my friends, any of them. I think I was so blinded by the thought of ‘happily ever after’ I ignored all those sides to her. I made excuses for them and I regret that but I don’t regret her. Does that make any sense?”

You nod and he almost breathes a sigh of relief. “You learnt from the relationship so you wouldn’t take it back but there are parts of it you wish you’d done differently.” You could understand that perfectly.

The two of you sit there in a comfortable silence for a moment, letting everything Colson shared sink in. You don’t know how you missed the signs that he wanted to get to know you but after what he’d said, it was obvious he hadn’t wanted you to see them and he did a great job at hiding that. You still didn’t really get an answer to your question though.

“So why have you been such an asshole lately?” you turn your body so you can face him, making sure you can properly read his expression and make sure he’s not lying.

“When the relationship ended, I was relieved and then I felt guilty about that. The whole thing fucked with my head but there was this overwhelming part of me that I was desperately trying to silence.”

He stands to his feet and begins pacing back and forth. You follow his movements with your eyes, wringing your fingers nervously as he thinks. He kneels in front of you suddenly and you’re taken aback by it. He looks up at you with those eyes that could just about melt your heart and your brain if you aren’t careful. Colson’s voice is so quiet you have to strain to hear him when he finally speaks again.

“There was this voice that was…screaming at me to call you, to see you. I felt like I barely knew you but it was like my subconscious wanted to. I pushed it as far down as I possibly could but I couldn’t get it to shut up. When I would drink or use it would be quiet so I could get a little relief.”

“Why did you need to silence it?” your voice is just as quiet as his.

“I didn’t want to make things uncomfortable by trying to pursue something with you if you didn’t feel the same way, I mean we’d barely hung out alone since we’d met. Rook will kill me for saying this but…he made a point of telling me you were off limits. Rook is never serious about anything but about this, he was deadly serious and I wanted so badly to respect him, even if it meant driving myself insane.

You can’t help the small part of you that is angry at Rook for doing something like that. You’re an adult who is fully capable of making decisions about your own love life and you don’t need a ‘big brother’ to step in and do it for you. You’ve had enough people in your lifetime try to tell you what to do, how to behave, who you can and can’t associate with. When you finally started making decisions that were purely selfish, you finally began to feel happiness. You refuse to let Rook take that away from you. You push that conversation to the back of your mind, for now.

“I could’ve…stayed away, if you’d asked, to make things easier for you. I still could if that’s what will help you.”

“No.” Colson’s response is immediate and definite. You reach out and brush your fingertips along his cheekbone, watching his eyes flutter shut.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, not really sure what you’re apologising for but feeling like it’s the right thing to say.

When Colson’s eyes open, he looks torn. Like that no matter what decision he’s about to make, it will be the wrong one. His eyes dark to your lips and a rush of heat finds your cheeks. You bite your bottom lip and Colson groans at the sight. You’re not sure if it’s a groan of pleasure or dismay and it leaves an unsteady feeling in your chest. Colson leans closer to you, his lips ghosting over the skin of your neck and your breath hitches.

“I need you,” he whines against the column of your throat and you lean your head back to give him better access to your neck.

You know you shouldn’t but you wrap your hand around the back of his head and pull him closer to you. Colson kneels higher so that he is between your legs, gripping your hips tightly in his grasp. You pull again, leaning back on the bed so you’re lying flat and he is hovering above you.

“Have me,” you growl as his lips find yours and finally they connect.

Colson’s kiss is hot, deep and full of passion. It’s unspoken words, thoughts and emotions mixed with desire and desperation. The feeling is like nothing you've ever experienced before. You never want this feeling to end. It’s that feeling you get when your swing reaches its highest peak or when you run so fast you feel nothing but absolute freedom. Colson’s lips are a cool summer breeze through your hair, a hot shower after getting caught in a storm. He is comfortable, relief and absolute ecstasy all rolled into one.

“Strip for me baby,” he instructs between kisses. You reach down to unzip your boots but his hand wraps around your wrist to stop you. “Except those.”

You lean up to pull your top over your head and you break contact with Colson’s lip for no longer than a couple of seconds but you already crave them again. You toss your top and move to the zipper of your skirt, flinging it into the darkness as Colson’s lips find the cleavage of your breasts. He trails kisses all over them. He pulls one of the cups down and envelopes your nipple with his lips. He laps at your nipples, sucking and caressing them with his tongue.

“Fuck Kells,” your voice quivers as pleasure takes over.

Colson reaches behind you to unclasp your bra and rid you of the obstacle. His mouth moves to your other nipple and he gives it the same attention, using his thumb and forefinger to tweak the other one. You’re not sure if you can cum from this alone but at this moment in time, it damn sure seems possible.

Colson slips his fingers between your thighs and grazes your slit through your soaked panties with his thumb. You all but throw yourself off the bed at the intense pleasure that flows through you.

“I don’t…think…I can do…foreplay tonight,” you pant out as he repeats the gesture over and over again, your body singing with euphoria.

“Mmm damn baby, that keen for my cock already?” he grins against your sternum. “I was about to make that pretty pussy of yours cum all over my face.” you sit up to look him directly in the eye.

“Cock now, mouth later.”

Colson wastes no time in stripping his clothes off and climbing on top of you. He lines his impressive cock with your hole and thrusts into you with one large movement. You cry out in pain and lust as he settles against your neck. He bites down on the sensitive skin and you're practically purring.

“More,” you beg as he lies still.

Colson reels back and slams into you again, eliciting the same reaction from you. He continues to slam into you again and again until all you can do is allow your orgasm to explode. You cream all over him, squirting for the first time ever as he refuses to slow himself down. As you come down from your high, you feel him twitch inside you before filling you with hot semen.

“Ah fuck baby, yeah fuck take my cum you dirty girl,” he growls in your ear and you convulse around his dick.

Colson rolls off you, panting and grinning like an idiot. You stand to head to the bathroom to clean yourself up but he stops you. He pulls you back to the bed by your waist, holding you against him. He kisses your hair, your cheeks, your wrists, each individual finger until you’re giggling under the assault of his kisses.

“I want to kiss every inch of your skin,” he tells you between kisses.

“Funny because I want to lick every inch of yours.”

His jaw drops and you take his momentary shock to quickly escape his clutches and you head for the bathroom to shower and get ready for bed.

“You coming cowboy?” you call over your shoulder as you pull your boots off and panties off, flicking them at his stunned face with a shit eating grin plastered on your face.

This is going to be fun.

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Sanders Sides Preferences

Summary:

Short stories with each side (minus Remus) in a given scenario with (y/n)

(Ex: first meet, first kiss, confessions)

This is only going to be "First Meet" so I can see how well this does.

First Meet

Thomas Sanders - Old Vine Friends

“Storytime! They didn’t know that, after this moment, their lives would change-” Thomas begins, but is quickly interrupted by a loud squeal of excitement.

“Thomas!”

Thomas furrows his eyebrows but continues to smile, “Thomas? Never heard of him,” he jokes.

You tilt your head, your excitement fading as your smile turns into a frown.

“You don’t remember me, do you?”

Thomas pauses. He’s not very good with names, he can admit that, but he never forgets a face. He raises a hand to block the sun as he squints at you, and then his eyes widen with realization.

“(Y/N)!”

Your frown turns back into a grin. “The one and only”

“Oh my god, I missed you!” Thomas laughs as he pulls you into a hug

“Me too. It's been years!”

Thomas releases you from his death grip of a hug, fixing his hair.

“Yeah, sorry about that”

“It’s fine. It gave me time to start my own YouTube channel!”

“Really?” Thomas asks, his excitement renewed before quickly being crushed.

“Nah. Well, I tried, but it didn’t work out so well”

Virgil Sanders - At an MCR concert

You loved MCR; their music was great and yet…

This concert wasn’t as fun as you thought it would be.

Your friends were supposed to be hanging out with you, laughing, singing, dancing… Drinking. But they ended up drinking too much and went off to flirt with guys, leaving you alone with your anxious fidgeting in the back.

In a last desperate attempt to find your friends, you look around, but instead, you see a man staring at you.

“Staring is rude you know,” you grumble in defeat.

The man, seemingly realizing his mistake when you point it out, shakes his head frantically.

“Sorry, I just... You’ve been sitting here by yourself for 46 minutes and I was wondering if you wanted… company” He sputters.

You glance in the direction your friends were, accepting the fact that they won’t be returning anytime soon. You offer the stranger their now empty seats and he accepts, sitting beside you.

“I’m (y/n),” you murmur.

“Virgil,” he responds.

Patton Sanders - At a volunteer park clean-up

“Come on, everyone! Where’s the pep in your step? The beautiful smiles?” the community service conductor yells.

Everyone cheers. Even you manage to give a tired yell before returning to your task at hand. Every Sunday, you come out and pick up as much trash as you can before 6 o’clock. You’ve been doing it since you were little because when you got to look at the beautiful, clean field, it made you so happy. As you walk along the sidewalk, looking down at the floor for more trash, you run headfirst into someone.

“Sorry!” You blurt out before you even hit the ground.

“Oh no! No, I’m sorry! Don’t apologize!”

You look up to see a man with a blue polo shirt, and a cardigan wrapped around his shoulders, extending his hand. You take it hesitantly, and he lifts you to your feet with ease.

“I should’ve been watching where I was going… Honestly, it's my fault. I’m sorry,” you repeat, brushing the dirt off your shirt.

The guy purses his lips when you apologize again before a smile creeps onto his face.

“What’s brown and sticky?” he asks.

Caught off guard by this question, you look up and tilt your head, taking a moment to realize it’s the beginning of a joke.

“What?” you ask.

The man reaches out and picks a stick out of your hair, showing it to you. “A stick!”

Your eyes widen before you stifle your laughter with your hand.

“I’m (y/n),” you giggle.

The man raises his eyebrows and grins.

“Patton”

Logan Sanders - In a bookstore, munching on a Crofter-covered slice of toast

You slide your fingers along the spines of the science fiction books, most of them either too expensive or you’ve already read them. You take another bite of your toast despite just wanting to lick the jelly off the top, but then you would just be left with a piece of bread… Soggy bread at that. No one likes soggy bread.

Being in a bookstore heightens your senses. You have to be vigilant to make sure you don’t run over kids, or walk into people reading, so that’s how you were able to tell someone was looking over your shoulder.

“May I help you?” you ask, not looking up from the books.

“I was just wondering if that is… Um… Crofters Organic Concord Grape you are consuming alongside your piece of bread?” the person behind you says.

You finally look at the person, and nearly drop your toast that started this conversation. The stranger gazes intensely at you through the frames of his glasses.

It was honestly kind of hot if you ignore the fact he just asked what kind of jam you were eating.

“I- uh-... um… Yes,” you sputter out.

The man’s eyes widened for a split second, “Interesting. Do you come here often?” he asks.

“Every Sunday. Why?”

“Curiosity”

“Huh…” You take another bite of your toast. “...How did you know it was Crofters?”

“The smell”

“You do know that’s a little weird, right?”

The man looks genuinely sad, but surprisingly, not because you just called him weird. “My… brothers. They hid my Crofters for a month now…”

You look at your extra piece of toast and back at the man, then back at the toast.

“Do you want it?” you ask.

The man narrows his eyes, his nose scrunching in displeasure.

“Are you aware of how many germs could spread that way?”

“Less than if we shook hands,” you shoot back.

“That’s…” He seems to have to think about that for a second “Correct”

You hold out the bread, and the man snatches it away from you, smiling for the first time since starting this conversation. He licks the Crofters off the top as you had debated doing earlier. Then he eats the bread, closing his eyes and humming softly in satisfaction.

“Wow uh…” You aren’t sure how to respond.

“Thank you,” the man opens his eyes, the smile remaining on his lips even after the jam is gone “My name is Logan. It is a pleasure to meet you”

He offers you a handshake, but then remembers what you had said about the germs and changes his mind.

“I uh… I’m (y/n).”

“I would like to spend more time in your presence if that’s alright”

“O-okay?”

Roman Sanders - On the sidewalk

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rrZsP1oSSvs

Roman is Thomas(Duh) but depending on your gender, or which one you want to be, you’d sing either Dodie or Ben J. Pierce. When you sing solo, you can be whoever is singing the melody. This is just for when Roman joins.

Singing by the side of the road for money was not how you had expected to spend your Friday. However, getting fired from your job was not how you wanted to spend your Thursday, and you had bills to pay. As you looked at your hat, you could see at least 100 bucks, but that wasn’t nearly enough, at least not in this day and age.

Entranced by a beautiful voice, a man turned the corner, walked in your direction, and suddenly joined in on your song. His voice blended with the harmonies flawlessly.

All you could do was watch in awe as you continued singing, despite wanting to be furious. People started to gather around, throwing more and more money into your hat.

“Is anybody waving back at me?” you both sang.

“Waving,” you sang.

“Waving,” the man echoed back.

“Waving! Woah,” you both sang once more.

“Ohh,” the man finished.

With the adrenaline from the roaring applause, you threw your arms around the strange man.

“Oh my gosh! That was amazing! Thank you!”

“Oh uh- You're welcome,” he stutters.

Realizing that you were hugging a complete stranger, you quickly let go.

You cleared your throat, now looking at the ground in embarrassment. “You sounded really good,” you finally say.

“You too”

There was a pause.

“I’m (y/n) but everyone just calls me (n/n),” you extended your hand.

“Roman Sanders, but everyone just calls me Mister Sing-a-lot, Princey, or handsome,” he winked at you, grabbing your hand to kiss your knuckles.

A bright red blush crept its way to your ears, causing Roman to hum in amusement. Then, you and Roman knelt to collect the money from the overflowing hat.

“What’s this money for anyway?” Roman asked.

“Oh, nothing,” you lied.

“I don’t like liars,” Roman grumbled.

“It’s just a sob story. I don’t want you to pity me”

Roman stood up with you, handing you the money he had picked up as he tilted his head in curiosity.

You sighed. “I got fired a week ago and I need money to pay my rent or else I’ll get evicted”

Roman’s eyes widened, and you knew that look from the other people you had told that to.

“Don’t!” you snapped.

“Fine! But in return for not feeling bad for you, you have to go out to dinner with me”

“Nice try. How ‘bout we go get some coffee as friends”

Roman grumbled something but nodded in agreement.

“Cool”

Janus Sanders - In a cafe

“Hello. Welcome to Café aléatoire. What can I get you?” you ask the man in front of you, still writing down the previous order.

“This is my first time here. What tea would you suggest?” the man responds.

“Would you like me to surprise you?” you smile to yourself, finishing the order and finally looking up.

As you make eye contact with this customer, he returns a smile.

“Okay then. Surprise me”

You rack your brain, thinking of all 120 flavors of tea from memory. While doing this, you were staring at the man, maybe a little too intensely. He narrows his eyes and cocks his head in confusion at why you were staring at him.

Still racking your brain, you purse your lips before mumbling, “Chenin Blanc…” and rushing to the back kitchen. You grab the ingredients you need and make the tea in a matter of seconds. When you walk into the dining area, you see the customer has found a table beside the window.

“Here you go,” you set the tea kettle and cups down.

“May I ask what you decided on?” the man asks.

“No, you may not. Not until you try it at least”

The man pours the tea with his gloved hands and sips it.

“Is this… hot wine?” he asks, confused.

“No. Chenin Blanc. It’s supposed to taste like wine, and you look like a wine guy”

“Hm,” he takes another sip.

“Do you… like it?”

The man looks up, his eyes showing his content.

“Yess”

Proud of yourself, you smile.

For the next month, every Saturday, the man would come back, asking you to surprise him, and you never failed to satisfy him with the best tea you could think of. You felt honored that he trusted you to choose what he was drinking without question.

Today it took you longer to prepare the tea, but the man was still waiting at his window seat like every other Saturday.

“Finally, I was getting impatient,” the man joked.

“Well, this one was a little harder to make,” you retort.

The man watches you set it down and looks at it in confusion.

“It smells like regular tea,” he says.

“When have I ever given you regular tea?”

“Never”

He takes a sip and licks his lips thoughtfully.

“Strawberry? A little bit of citrus? And cinnamon”

“Yup! Do you like it?”

“Of course I like it”

“Good. That one isn’t very popular… I’ve never tried it before,” you say.

“Would you like to?”

“Try it?”

“Yess”

You look around at the empty cafe before grabbing a chair from another table and sitting down.

“Sure”

He pours you a cup.

“You know, I’ve been making you tea for the last month, and yet I still don’t know your name… Is it weird to ask for your name now?” you ask.

“Janus”

“Janus?”

“Please don’t laugh”

“Why would I laugh? That’s a super cool name. Like the god?”

Janus smiles, nodding as he takes another sip of his tea.

“Thank you (y/n)”

Remy Sanders - In the middle of nowhere(This one was for funsies)

“I have, like, no idea,” the man says, looking around in confusion.

He takes another sip of his coffee before abruptly hanging up on whoever was talking on the other end. Just as you are about to walk past him, he taps you on the shoulder.

“Excuse me,” he says.

You stop, taking your earbuds out in confusion.

“Hm?”

“Do you know where we are right now?”

“Uh… Near Starbucks?” you respond.

“In another case, that would be, like, super helpful, but I need to get home ASAP”

You nod and look around.

“Honestly, I don’t really know… The only reason I'm even here is to get the new drink,” you nod towards Starbucks.

“Wait, they have a new one! I asked and they said no!” the man cried.

“When has Starbucks ever not had a new drink?” you retort, narrowing your eyes.

The man pauses. “True true”

“Do you wanna go with me to get it?”

“OMG! Yes”

You smile and start walking with him.

“What's your name girl-pop?” the man asks.

“(y/n)”

“I’m Remy but my bitches just call me Rem,” Remy says.

“Do you actually have any bitches?”

“No, but if I did, that's what they would call me”

“Ah…”

Both of you reach Starbucks and order the drink. When he is finished, you order him an Uber so he can get home, but before he leaves, he snatches your phone out of your hand and gives you his number.

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