#but i felt like playing a cozy save tonight

[horrorartsworld]

Hey!! A mutual just sent me your fic "A manspreading man" and gosh,,,definitely one of the best steamy Alastor x reader I've read 😩❤ If you're okay with it, could I request an Alastor x shy!reader where a cozy night when neither of them can sleep so they stay up, maybe having tea together too but, they end up getting steamy with each other?,, 😳 Love your work!! ❤❤

𝓉𝑒𝒶 𝑔𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝒹

alastor/shy f!reader

warnings: smut w/ a lil fluffies. pet names. kind of primal alastor. p in v. fingering. dub con. not proofread.

aww thank you nonnie baby!! tbh manspreading man was one of my favorites to write so i’m very glad to hear that you liked it so much to request something this lovely & spicy 🤭 got me going back to my roots with writing for al lol, i hope u enjoy <3

For some odd reason you couldn’t fall asleep. Not that the noises of constant terrors outside and the old sounds of the hotel didn’t have you usually sleeping like a baby it’s just that tonight of all nights seemed different.

Having you tossing and turning like a flopping fish, moments of just staring at the empty ceiling, or throwing a pillow over your face in hopes that you might suffocate yourself to sleep, but none of those seemed to help your ongoing sleep deprivation.

Finally after the last toss you turned you end up throwing yourself out of bed with a huff and your feet seem to oddly enough lead you to none of than Alastor’s quarters right across from your room. The door being slightly cracked enough to let you peak inside, hearing the inviting soft crackly of a jazz record playing and seeing the flicker of a candle going on an end table. Though it seemed very inviting you couldn’t help the sudden nervousness you felt wash over you when you went to approach the door, hugging the blanket you dragged along the way for some kind of support in this. Since you did have a crush on the deer fellow after all and everytime he would come around you would loose all your senses and look like an utter idiot when you’d scurry away from him to save face. In which you were completely committed to doing right now until the door suddenly swung open and you were met with Alastor’s elegantly tall stature.

“Oh!- Well hello my dear..” He speaks surprised to see you standing there holding your blanket in hand, hearing the static in his voice instantly turning your cheeks pink. “What brings you to my door at this hour.?”

You shift on your feet fiddling with your hands in the blanket before speaking, “m’ sorry a-alastor i-i just couldn’t sleep..i’ll be going now..” Your eyes trained on the buttons of his blazer, never meeting his gaze in knowing you’d blush more if you did while you spoke, quickly turning on your heel to make your way back to your room though his clawed hand grabbed your wrist before you could completely make your getaway.

Then you were pulled back to face him, his other hand coming up to your chin to make you look up at him, your cheeks instantly warming up more like you knew they would. “Can’t sleep? You poor thing..I actually have quite the remedy for such things..” He hums, then suddenly letting go of you to grab something from a cupboard leaving you standing there in his doorway.

After a second or two he turns his head to see you standing there sheepishly earning a soft chuckle from him. “Come sit dear..it’ll just be a moment.” He says nodding over to an antique arm chair that sat next to an intricate round table with a matching chair on the other side to go with it.

You shimmy yourself over to it making yourself comfortable on the chair, seeming to feel a bit more relaxed now that you were seated. Alastor then comes to sit down across from you holding two warm teacups that you were sure he used his demon magic to conjure to a certain temp, gesturing it out to you to take. “It’s Chamomile Tea…should do the trick for your sleeplessness..” He says taking his own sip before you did, letting the cup warm up your hands until you tasted it yourself feeling instantly at ease when it went down your throat.

“Wow…that’s good! Thank you Al!” You say with a soft hum and a smile causing Alastor’s smile to look more gentle though something was silently brewing behind those mischievous dial eyes.

“My pleasure my dear…my pleasure indeed..” He takes another sip as there’s a long pause between the two of you. Seeing his gaze over the rim of the cup had wandered down your chest to your hips in an indiscreet way, making your breath slightly falter at the sight.

“S-so…what’re you doing up so late as well?” Your gentle voice hardly above a whisper when you stammer out the question.

“Well I hardly ever sleep..too much to do..and too many folks out there trying to put my head on a mount..” He says nonchalantly in which you nod knowing this was very true with his background, but it was hard to even focus on a simple conversation like this one when his gaze continued its improper cycle along your body.

“Um A-alastor?” You tilt your head down trying to catch his eyes in attempt at getting his attention back by making him realize what he was doing though he already was very much aware what he was doing.

“Hmm? Oh sorry dear, it’s just that…fuck..” He unexpectedly cruses causing your thighs to staple shut when a warmth radiates through your core. Your eyes widening at his outburst, taking note that his chest was rising and falling rather quickly. “W-what’s the matter?” You mutter out confused, big doe eyes searching for some kind of answer on his unreadable face.

A tension brews as a low crackly chuckle escapes from his lips, “You like me don’t you little fawn?”

The unexpected question making a lump form in your throat. Why was he asking this? Were you that obvious? “Going quiet on me now?” His voice rippling through your thoughts with a sense of mocking in his tone. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of darling…” He trails off then getting up from his chair with a creak from its old legs, rounding the small table to come and tower over you, microphone buzzing when he sets it beside him as he leaned into you very close with ether hands at the sides of you clutching the arms of your chair. “..I’m quite fond of you myself..” He husks, his once static voice turning to his normal one as he leaned into your ear to utter those words.

“Y-you are?” You manage to find your voice again, feeling as if the chamomile tea had already kicked in and you were in a surreal dream.

“Mmm yess..” He practically purrs while he toys with the hem of your sleep shorts before riding it up so he can peer down at your plush thighs that were trembling so desperately to try and keep them sealed shut. Then thumbing over the sensitive flesh there he forces them open with his claws digging into them so he could hoist you up and wrap your legs around his hips to bring you to bed and once he has you there he lays you down with him on top but keeping your legs secured around him. “..Feel how much i yearn for you,” he says almost like a question as you then feel him grind his hard on into your clothed warmth. Your face burning as you nod. “Good girl..Shall I show you what I want to do to you?” once more nodding your head he can’t help the low growl admitting from the back of his throat when he slides a finger under the hem of your shorts and pulls them down towards the floor, primal eyes locking onto the wetness of your panties. The sight making his smile enlarged.

“My, My...so soaked just from that?” He couldn’t help but tease, in one single motion ripping your panties off, discarding them just like the shorts.

A low humming buzz is heard when Alastor gets a full view of your needy slick. Pretty pussy, all puffy and red, begging for a good fuck. You couldn’t help instinctively attempt at closing your legs once more with how vulnerable you were infront of him, but he holds them open forcefully with his hands. “Sweetheart..no need to shy away from me…i’m gonna make you feel so good..” you whimper softly just by those cooed words alone, along with the two fingers that were now invading your entrance. The sensation making your body shake as he did it without warning, moving in slow in and out strokes with his fingers, making wet sloshy noises with the air with your hushed whimpers. His fingers feeling like they were so far inside that they’ve reached max capacity…Was his fingers always this long?

“Al-al!..” You whine breathlessly, an all too familiar feeling stirring beneath your tummy with your cunt clenching around his fingers, but he immediately stops just before you could fully come undone.

“Not yet...” He hums with a knowing smile, gently patting your cheek with the other hand. You pout at this though that was quickly replaced when his fingers come in contact with his mouth, softly slurping up the left slick on his fingers, before he crashes his lips on yours, long tongue invading your space making you taste the tangy yet neutral flavor of your own arousal, all while your hips rut against his own in hopes to get that feeling back of your lost euphoria.

Finally getting the hint from your movements he pulls back and takes out his cock, tantalizing tapping it against your aching slit before fully pressing it into your already awaiting pussy. A loud enough cry following with his cock stretching you out with it’s full enough size, reaching much farther lengths then his fingers did. “Such a snug little thing you are,” He hisses while rutting into you, your body bouncing and recoiling with every thrust.

Your head falls back into the mattress, mumbling curses under your breath as the feeling was driving you mad, making him chuckle as you seem to squeeze him in tighter. “You like that..the way my cock just goes in…and out..” He groans as he emphasizes the in and out part by going slow and hard, his cock hitting the wall of your cervix even when he goes slow. “Hey..let me see those pretty fucked out eyes..” he growls lowly, “Atta girl..,” his finger leaning your chin down to look at him, the sight of him so sinful it almost made you come undone on the spot.

His ears flat amongst his head, eyes low and focused and his lip curled almost in a smirk with sweat lining his forehead. You wanted that imagine burned in your brain, which you couldn’t help but admit in your slur of babbles passing from your lips, which only made him fuck you even harder. “Mphmm, yeah? Burned in your brain huh..? That can be arranged..” He snickers genuinely considering haunting you with this imagine from time to time just to make you squirm.

Soon enough, the tightening of your tummy comes back once more and your walls contracts around Alastor’s cock harder then you’d expect. The cum creaming down his cock and dripping onto his sheets beneath you though his pace and speed never lets up. If anything it becomes more impactful as he works up his own orgasm, with you feeling overly sensitive.

His claws dig into your hips as his own snaps ferociously against yours and your post-cumming expression floating in your big eyes was enough to have him over the edge. “I’m gonna make you feel nice and full okay sweetheart?” He seethes out as his hips sputter and he spills his load into your spent little womb.

Slowly pulling out and away, he makes a towel appear in his hand to help you clean up. A soft whimper making its way out at the hollowness you now felt inside, but you were starting to feel sleepy with a small yawn coming after your whimper. “That’s it’s darling…you can sleep now..” He then tucks you under the covers gently with a soft kiss to your forehead seeing your eyes fluttering gently into slumber, completely spent with the workout he just gave you.

After he cleans himself and gets dressed he walks over to the abounded teacups eyeing his own carefully, when he realizes in the murky brew that he accidentally spiked his own somehow, chuckling at his own mix up that ether way seemed to do the trick for your tiresome night.

“No wonder the tea’s gone cold..”

#☆⋆｡𖦹 my writings #☆⋆｡𖦹anon’s #☆⋆｡𖦹 alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel fanfic #hazbin imagine #hazbin hotel smut #alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor smut #hazbin alastor x reader #hazbin hotel alastor x reader #alastor x reader #alastor imagine #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin alastor

[papermint-airplane]

POV: you are a gnome in the Smack-a-Gnome game.

#sims 3 #ts3 #sims 3 gameplay #mine #i made a life is strange inspired sim #i probably won't use her #but i felt like playing a cozy save tonight #before i get back to the more demanding ones

[cherryobx]

hiiii here to help you procrastinate! I suck at requests but I’m gonna make one and you can just see if you want to use it or not :)) so since I can’t personally hug you since your 24 hours away by car and I don’t have a drivers licence I want something cozy 👉👈 I’ve recently been obsessed with someone and for the first time I followed a twitch live stream because of him and it was so comforting to just listen to him play a game that I could fall asleep. so maybe something like gamer bf/gf and a sleepy reader OR a bookish reader, they’re gaming and the other reading or something. I want the coziness. but I have no clue if this is information that you can do something with so do whatever you want :)) and if you want to use it you can choose the character ☺️

Company || J.M.

Summary: JJ, your gamer bf, comes over and you spend a cozy evening together, sort of.

Word count: 0.7k

Warnings: no knowledge of gaming whatsoever, other than that none

A/N: thank you babe for this request!!!!!! and thank you for supporting my procrastination haha, hope you enjoy whatever this is (don't judge i haven't written anything in soooo long)

JJ kept all of his gaming equipment at your place. He was scared of what his father might do if he ever got his hands on it in a fit of drunken rage. It was very expensive, he saved up for more than a year to afford all of it. You made space in your bedroom for another table so he could have his gaming station and his own little corner to game in. 

You loved when he was over at your place to play his video games you knew pretty much nothing about. It was a way for you to spend time together. Not in the sense that you were conversing or doing some activity together but just being in the same room with each other, enjoying each other’s company. It was so mundane but so sweet.

He had his headset on but only one of his ears was covered. When you asked about it one time he said he wanted to make sure he could still hear you if you needed anything. But in reality he also enjoyed the little sounds you made over at the other side of the room, whether it was blowing on your steaming tea, turning the pages of your book or the little laughs you let out when a character said something funny in your current read.

One evening he came over to game with his friends. He could tell you were tired just by the way you dragged your feet behind you and how you kept yawning every two seconds. You had a really long day behind you and all you wanted to do was curl up into a little ball under the warm covers in your bed and fall asleep.

He followed you into your bedroom and watched you flop face first onto the bed.

“Are you okay?” He took a seat next to you and placed his hand on your back, rubbing it in a relaxing motion making your eyelids fall closed.

“Yeah, just tired,” you mumbled into the duvet.

“I don’t have to play right now, I can just tell them I can’t tonight. I’ll cuddle with you instead.”

But you insisted. “No. Go game with your friends. I’ll be out like a light in two seconds. Don’t even worry about me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Just come to bed when you’re done.”

“Of course.” He smiled and gave you a small kiss on your temple. 

He helped you crawl under the covers and tucked you in, making your heart swell. He gave you another kiss but this time on the lips. “I love you,” he whispered against your lips before he stood up and sat down in his gaming chair behind the desk you had gotten him.

He turned everything on and logged into whatever game he was supposed to be playing with his friends that night.

His voice was quiet when speaking to his friends, he didn’t want to disturb you more than he already has. He kind of felt guilty about his situation although you had reassured him many times that you aren’t bothered by his stuff in your room. You actually liked that a piece of him was always in your personal space.

“Sorry, my girl’s sleeping,” he whispered into the microphone. It tugged the corners of your mouth upwards in your sleepy haze.

You didn’t really focus on his hushed conversations but the low tone of his voice was so calming and relaxing, it lulled you to sleep in no time.

When JJ finally finished up with his friends, he took the headphones off, placed them on the monitor and quietly made his way to your bed. Lifting the covers gently, he climbed underneath them and joined you in the warmth of your bed. 

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you against him, stirring you from your sleep.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.”

“‘S okay,” you slurred, already falling back asleep. JJ nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your familiar scent and feeling the sleep take him over as well.

#jj maybank #jj #jj outer banks #outer banks #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank x you #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x y/n #obx #lu

[eee-lordy]

Number 13 please? I love sickfics!

here is a short little sick/comfort blurb for ya 😍

"I don't feel so good."

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Jacob was bounding across the tarmac, suitcases flying behind him. After one long movie shoot and a never ending press tour he was finally home.

You stood giddy, watching him step closer and closer to car you waited outside of. Ever since he left to film, Jacob phoned every day, dreaming up plans with you for when he landed home again. There were countless dinners and dates and trips he couldn't wait to make happen with you, and it was finally time.

"My love!" You called, when he was finally in ear shot. Jacob halted his luggage by the tires of your car and swept you into an embrace that sent your heart fluttering. You hugged him back and let him lift your feet off the ground and rushed to stand and face him when you registered his sniffles.

"Miss me that much?!" You cooed. Jacob's eyes were red and misty, and then he spoke.

"Well duh. But... I don't feel so good." The poor guys voice was worn and you could tell now that there was a pallor to his face.

"Oh babe, come on let's get you home." You pet his face and watched as he grumbled in frustration, still keeping a hold of you.

"But we have reservations tonight. I really want to take you out. It's been too long-" Jacob whined and sniffled.

"Hey, s'okay. We can still make up for lost time without big plans. Don't argue! Get in the car, you poor tired thing." With a nudge, you directed your boy to head to the passenger seat while you snatched his luggage before he could reach it.

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That night you whipped up a cocktail of cold remedies, drew a bath that was probably too hot, and dotted on Jacob's every move.

"S'just a cold love, I'm not a cripple or something." Jacob laughed a stuffy chuckle as you presented him with a warm pair of joggers and an old concert tee.

"Even if you weren't sick I'd still be all over you silly. I've waited months to trail behind you like a lost puppy. Months!"

"God I'm so glad you're who I've got to come home too. Once I don't feel on the verge of constantly passing out, you're getting this treatment times a billion." Your sweet boy ended his declaration with a vicious cough.

He'd pushed himself so hard this last handleful if months, to get his film finished and promoted and get the hell home. It was no wonder he caught a little something at the tail end of his never ending adventure.

You saw Jacob off to bed, tucking yourself in at his side and insisting he save stories of his time away for the morning.

///

The next day you snuck to the kitchen to cook up a big breakfast, letting him sleep away the sick and relishing in the simple fact that he was home at long last.

When Jacob finally padded into the main living space he tried insisting he felt much better, beginning a speech about taking you on a date.

"Absolutely not." You waved off the offer and sat the tall guy down. Neither of you were going anywhere until the red left his eyes and the sniffles stopped entirely. You ordered takeaway and kept Jacob on a steady cup of hot hot tea.

After a day of lounging, he seemed almost back to normal. Though you were hesitant to offer, you said "If you're still this lively by tomorrow night, I'll go out with you."

"Swear?" Jacob rose a brow, grinning in anticipation. You held out a pinkie as if to promise. You weren't long up, cozy in bed with your beloved boy, another early night.

And then... you woke up coughing. Awe fuck.

You tried to play it off. Like a passing tickle in your throat. But soon you were sat up sniveling away, much to your dismay. All your racket woke up the man at your side. And he registered your condition right off.

Jacob let out a low chuckle of surprise, a smile growing wider as he sat up to reach out to you.

"Jacob Elordi are you excited that I'm sick?"

"Of course not." He responded, planting a firm kiss to your head. "But I am looking forward to taking as much care of you as you've taken care of me the past two days."

You cooed and cuddled closer to his side, feeling weaker now that the sickness was unavoidably addressed.

"Don't you dare move. It's my turn now, my love." Jacob smiled, locking those beautiful dark eyes on yours before getting up to follow in your footsteps. Cooking and cleaning and laying out your clothes so you didn't have to lift a finger.

You were bummed to miss another night out. But you were so damn glad Jacob didn't let a little sickness ruin the time the pair of you had been waiting to spend connecting again after so long.

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#jacob elordi #jacob elordi x fem!reader #jacob elordi x reader #jacob elordi fanfic

[chrollohearttags]

sing me a lullaby, my sweet temptation • r. braun

helping reiner sleep after a bout of insomnia

content and themes: plus size black reader, domestic sweetness, pure fluff, reiner being a big baby 🥹, pet names used (poundcake, pumpkin, sugar) selfship coded bc duh, wc is like less than 1K

“rei, pumpkin. Why don’t you come to bed already? It’s late and you need rest.”

you’d find yourself shouting from the master bedroom of the spacious, yet cozy cabin-style home. Your voice echoed throughout the long hallway leading towards the kitchen and living room. Yet it seemed that it was all falling on deaf ears. Much like it had many nights when you’d hear his heavy footsteps traipsing the halls…

“In a minute, pound cake. I’m just doing something..”

and it was met with the same answer each time: an excuse as to why he wasn’t lying beside you at this hour..it wasn’t for some mysterious reason; some trumped up lie to evade you but rather to avoid facing the truth. That your dear Reiner..was an insomniac! The big teddy bear of a man you knew and loved had been suffering with lack of sleep for quite some time now. You were afraid he’d overwork himself but all he’d do is give you that big, goofy grin, a kiss to the forehead and say: “ahh, don’t worry yer’ pretty lil’ head about me, sugar. I’m just fine.” Which you knew was the furthest thing from! That man couldn’t lie to save his life. However, you were tired of watching him exhaust himself with no chance of rest so you began researching to find solutions for him. Making batches of teas, buying him gummies and melatonin, even giving him massages in hopes to soothe his aching muscles but alas, nothing worked! The insane part was that when you two first met, he was a literal sleepaholic..complete opposite end of the spectrum. Sometimes, your dates would consist of you two coming to each other’s dorms just to nap and cuddle. Now the poor thing couldn’t get more than three hours a night. Finally, you’d hear getting closer and soon, you were greeted with the haggard yet handsome face of your sweetheart. Shirtless in only pajama bottoms. In his hand was another cup of tea but the second you spotted him, you were saddened because you just wanted him to get some sort of relief. “C’mere, pumpkin.” Extending your open arms for him to come jump between them and that’s exactly what he did. Jaded and exhausted as ever, the only time he found was in your arms and no matter what, he could feel somewhat at ease with you holding him close. “ ‘M sorry, sugar. I hate ta’ worry you. I just can’t sleep for anything. I’m trying..” confessing with his face smothered into the crook of your neck. You’d gently caress the top of his back and kiss his forehead. “You have nothing to apologize for, baby. It’ll be okay.”

if anything, you felt sorry for him. For a moment, you’d sit there holding him as the TV hummed quietly in the background. His arms cradled around your stomach and cheek resting on your chest. The warmth of your body was so soothing…the scent of vanilla and cocoa butter from your after shower moisturizers wafting through his nostrils. There wasn’t a single place he’d rather be than right here. Suddenly, a rather familiar song began playing in the movie and subconscious, you’d begin singing along. Absentmindedly, as you had done so many times before…when you were riding along with him in the passenger seat of his truck. When you were in the shower and even at church on Sundays, where he first heard that angelic voice. The very same one that had made him feel at ease on his worst days. Tonight was no exception! So as he sat in your embrace, letting you hum the soft melody aloud, he’d smile and close his eyes, just resting his head idly. You’d bring your hand up to gently rake them through his blonde locks. It wasn’t longe before you found yourself looking down at him and to your surprise…

“Rei? Pumpkin?”

he was fast asleep! Lightly snoring and bearing his weight on you like a blanket. Snickering to yourself, you’d reach across his sleeping body for the other end of the comforter and draped it across both of you. Bidding him one more kiss, you’d snuggle in and get comfortable alongside him.

“Goodnight, my love. Sweet dreams.”

#cherry’s drabbles 🍒 #aot x black reader #black fem reader #reiner #snk reiner #reiner x reader #reiner braun #reiner fluff #reiner x black reader #reiner aot #reiner snk #cowboy reiner #black reader #reiner braun fluff #reiner braun x black reader #self ship #aot fluff #fluff drabble #aot au #aot drabbles #aot headcanons #reiner imagine #aot reiner #reiner fanfic #aot fic #aot imagines #black fanfiction #I’m so in love with him help me :( #aot #black reader insert

[jooberry]

title : middle of the night 

next part : part II

pairing :  hyungwon x female reader 

genre : smut, friends with benefits, idol!au

word count : 3,5k 

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It’s raining heavily outside. Raindrops crash against the windows in loud cracks, thunder reverberates menacingly, and trees sway and vibrate along with the wind. You were supposed to spend the night catching up on some work stuff, but your attention keeps coming back to the strings of lights cutting through the sky, on the violent rumbling shaking the city. You usually find comfort in the melody of rain knocking on glass, but tonight it makes you restless. Thunder reminds you of Hyungwon now – you’ve first met on a thunderous night like this one, and the memory of this makes you crave his presence every time. You reminisce about how he had told you that you were too old to be afraid of thunderstorms but had still stayed up with you all night. 

You’d lived through countless thunderstorms before meeting him, and you had a pretty solid routine to ease your mind on a night like this one; a good jazz record, noise-canceling headphones, your favorite cup of tea, and a cozy sweater had always seemed enough for you to get by until today. Today, you feel like something is missing. Hyungwon not being there to share his questionable music taste, to listen to you ramble on and on about your favorite books feels odd...almost sad. Him not being there to make you lose yourself in his touch feels so foreign. 

It dawns on you that you could text Hyungwon, ask him to come and hold you through the night – he was there, you knew that because he had posted about this coffee place he loved earlier today – but something, the distant murmur of a feeling that you have yet to identify is making you think twice about doing that. Hyungwon was the one to reach out every time, and it felt better that way; you liked the idea of him thinking about you, missing you, and having to bend to your schedule. Disturbing this fragile balance would be an admission of missing his presence and you don’t feel yet ready to let him know that – even though, there is no way he doesn’t know that you cherish those moments with him. 

Of course, Hyungwon knows. It’s so obvious. Everything from the way you’re always playing so hard to get, to the way you fold at the slightest of his touch screams that you’re enjoying those moments with him. There is no point in playing those games and putting up those facades when the truth always comes out when your bodies collide. You reach for your phone, but to your surprise, he has already beat you to the chase.  

HW, 01:37 

I know you’re afraid of thunderstorms   I’m coming to save you  

You can’t help a smile, the kind of those you always try so hard to hide in front of him – the distant murmur of unidentified emotions was progressively becoming louder in your mind recently. At first, there was nothing, just an unescapable attraction that you hadn’t tried to suppress, then it became a burning sensation in the pit of your stomach every time Hyungwon showed up at your door, and now it felt like a fire – a beautiful and comforting thing, but also something dangerous and impossible to control. You know better than to play with fire, yet here you are, expecting not to get burned.  

You, 01:41 

I’m waiting for you then 

You get up, taking the headphones off your ears. You were listening to one of Hyungwon’s songs anyway – one of those where you couldn’t help but ask yourself what it was all about. Was it only a fragment of his twisted imagination? You? Someone else? You had thought about asking him about it, but there was simply no way to ask him this question without bringing up a bigger issue that you want nothing to do with. It would either mean overexaggerating your importance in his life and thus exposing some sort of delusion he would have no choice but to squash and thus breaking something in you – or exposing yourself to the revelation that you were just one of many girls who had found your way into Hyungwon’s bed, and thus breaking something in you; and who could tell if what was broken today could be recovered later?  

Well, Hyungwon‘s songs were explicitly talking about love, and whatever was between you and him was not love, you knew that much. There was lust and desire, a whole lot of it, and possibly appreciation, some form of friendship, but love? That was ridiculous. As you set to fix your appearance before he arrives, you let your mind wander on a question that is making your heart beat a thousand times per second: what will you do if you’re not the only one? What could have led you to believe that you could have been the only one? You were obviously not the only one sensitive to Hyungwon‘s charm. If you were ready to compromise a job and shit ton of money over a night with him, what were others willing to sacrifice? The realization is terrifying, and by the time you’re done getting ready, all that you can feel is bewilderment. While you were originally wearing the sweater he had forgotten the last time Hyungwon was at your place, you ended up throwing it in the pile of dirty laundry.  

You only have time to get the kettle going before your doorbell rings twice. Sighing, you make your way to the door to open it, and without surprise, it’s him. All the upheaval you were feeling towards him disappears when you see how drenched he is, and how he doesn't seem to mind as he smiles at you in an oddly cute way. You watch him take off his beanie, before ruffling his equally sodden hair. Hyungwon‘s jacket is dripping water on the floor, but he casually takes it off before shoving it into your clothes dryer.  

“You didn’t have to come,” you say, as he bends down to take off his shoes. You can see his body shivering slightly from the cold, as he rubs his hands together to warm them.  

“I was nearby” Hyungwon replies, following you into the living room area. “I only got caught in the rain when I got off the car, don’t worry” he smiles again, checking something on his phone, before putting it away on the coffee table. You always ask that of him every time he comes, and it’s funny that he’s been here enough times already to have picked up this habit. 

“You were at the studio?” you ask, not able to shake off the fact that you want to know what Hyungwon‘s doing when he’s not working and he’s not with you.  

“Yes” he replies, running his hand through his hair “I spent the day trying to finish that one song, but nothing came. I ran out of ideas”Hyungwon crashes on the couch next to you, grabbing a cushion before closing his eyes. 

“Is that why you wanted to come?” you ask, scooting closer to him so you can play with his still-damp hair. He doesn’t reply, and for a moment, you think he has fallen asleep.  

“No. I just wanted to see you”Hyungwon says, relaxing into your touch. You hum at his response, and it hits you then: you will never have any insight into his day-to-day life. You’re bound to take his word for it and believe whatever he tells you. For all you know, he could have spent the day with another woman, and you’d be none the wiser. 

“Am I supposed to believe that?” you ask, massaging his shoulders. He chuckles, turning his head towards you. 

“Why not?”Hyungwon asks, massaging your thigh.

“We both know that’s a lie” you whisper, straddling his lap. You’ve made a mistake by introducing this topic, and the only way to get him to forget about it is to give him what he really came for. You pull on his hair to make him tilt his head back and kiss him. Hyungwon kisses back immediately, grabbing you by the waist to press your body tighter against his.  

You can feel the fire you were picturing in your mind earlier burn your skin, and your whole body ignites. It’s been countless days since the last time you’ve seen Hyungwon, and it’s not until he touched you again that you realize how much you had missed this. His cute and chill attitude was only a façade because in no time he has you on your knees and ordered you to suck him off. You’re happy to follow his orders, relieved that he chose to get rid of his frustration rather than entertain your silly little feelings. You make quick work of his jeans, which he kicks under the small stone table in front of your couch, and immediately back to your task. Your eyes meet as you take as much of him as you can in your mouth, but it’s not enough – Hyungwon  grabs your hair and presses your head on his cock so deep you can feel him in your throat. You barely have time to adjust to his size and he starts rocking his hips against your mouth, you can barely breathe and your eyes feel with tears. 

He lets you go as you moan, and he falls back groaning against the couch. You go back for him, and this time he doesn’t have to do anything; you’re chasing the feeling so hard he hits the back of your throat every time. Hyungwon grips your hair a little softer this time and orders you to look at him. Once again, you follow his order, looking at him through teary eyes full of adoration, while he completely devours you with his gaze. His desire is so deep, so dark, that you can’t help but fear for what he’s going to do to you this time – he always manages to do the craziest things to you, to bring you places you didn’t even know your body could go. But tonight, Hyungwon has no time to play. He’s annoyed and frustrated, and your body is the perfect outlet to vent all those emotions. He gets up and throws you where he used to sit on the couch, then drags your shorts along with your underwear down to your ankles. He doesn’t even bother taking them off your body and plunges right into you. You gasp at the intrusion, your vision blurred by the sudden rush of pleasure; the grip Hyungwon has on your neck is painful and breathing is a little hard but coupled with the way he’s already fucking you so hard, it feels so good.  

You’re lost in his eyes, as your mind gets cloudier and cloudier, and the pleasure gets too much, too soon, and that apart from your hand over his, from your nails against his chest, there’s nothing you can do. Hyungwon starts asking you how good he feels, how deep you can feel him, how much of a good girl you are – and it drives him absolutely insane when you do this, when you try to speak but can only form high-pitched moans and incoherent cries. It drives him insane how deep your voice gets the harder he goes; he lives for this. Hyungwon feels you clenching around him, and starts to rub your clit with his thumb, fast-charging the orgasm that was building up in the pit of your stomach for a while. It only takes a few minutes for you to gush all over the couch and on his face with a loud scream; body shaking uncontrollably off the couch – he’s pushed out of you but immediately comes back to pin you down and starts eating you out. 

You’re way too sensitive for this, but Hyungwon doesn’t care, his strength is enough to lock you in place as he gives your body way more than it can handle.   Your head is buzzing, and you can’t focus on anything but the feeling of his mouth sucking on your clit like his life depends on it. The pleasure is consuming and overwhelming, and yet you keep craving more, you make sure that his head is pressed against your core as hard as possible, which prompts him to insert two of his fingers inside of you and to start pumping. It’s enough to push you over the edge once more. This time you’re gushing so hard you can feel some of it spill on your face, and even with his two strong hands pinning you down, you’re shaking off the couch. When you look down at Hyungwon, the lower half of his face is covered in your juices, as well as the tip of his hair.  

“Please” you start begging, but you barely manage to open your mouth that he’s back between your legs, devouring you so hard you’re fighting for your life to push him off you. You’re screaming and pushing back against him so hard, but Hyungwon remains unmovable, and with the fatal dance of his tongue and fingers, you’re overwhelmed by pleasure yet again. He manages to grab your legs before they give up on you and put them on his shoulders, you’re begging again – voice weak and tears filling your eyes, but he whispers a quick “shh” and slowly slides inside of you. 

The moan that escapes from his lips is so beautiful, so deep, you can’t help but bite into your hand to muffle your screams. You want to hear him, only him. His pace is fast and punishing, but you want to hear and see him, no matter how hard it is. Hyungwon bends down and kisses you for the first time tonight and you can taste all of yourself on his tongue, on every part of his mouth, and just the thought of it drives you absolutely insane. You push a strand of black hair away from his face, as your gaze is lost in his; half-lidded eyes too afraid to look away, to lose the beauty of his face when he looks at you like this – like he absolutely hates every single thing about you, like he wants to destroy you. You want to be destroyed, though, so you grab one of his hands and place it around your neck.  

“Faster” you beg, which makes him smile wickedly. Hyungwon closes his hand around your throat and picks up his pace. Your mouth forms a perfect o, and keeping your eyes open becomes impossible. You can feel him so deep it feels like he’s all up in your guts; you can’t suppress your moans anymore, and neither do you want to. He must know how good he makes you feel. “Faster” you repeat, even though you already can’t handle his current pace.  

“You’re such a fucking slut” Hyungwon spits with a wicked grin, pressing his palm harder against your windpipe. “Begging for more of my cock when you can’t even handle this much” you put your hand over his, mirroring the smile on his face. Hyungwon keeps going, pressing his forehead against yours.  

He’s caught off guard when you close your other hand around his throat, before ordering through batted breaths “I said faster.”Hyungwon chuckles, pushing your legs further onto the leather, he reaches deeper inside of you and starts fucking you even harder than before. You scream, so hard it resonates through the entire living room, and probably through the entire apartment as well. Had the floor not been yours, neighbors would have probably been knocking on your door and calling the cops by now, trying to save you from whoever was trying to hurt you. They wouldn’t know this was exactly what you wanted, being brought to this place where pleasure and pain met to form one overwhelming sensation – something you couldn’t help but crave each time you were laying with him. Your breath was stuck in your throat, and your body was right on edge, ready to fall headfirst into the most crushing orgasm since that last time in his studio. Just then, Hyungwon reaches down and starts rubbing on your clit, giving you just what you needed to sink for good. 

This time there’s a deafening silence, during which your body is limp, unable to move except for your nails digging hard into his hand and his neck. You feel out of time and space, unable to think or to stand on your own. Hyungwon picks you up and makes his way to your bedroom, where he drops you on the bed before sinking two of his fingers back inside of you. You moan at the burning sensation, before gushing all over the sheets only after a few thrusts. He plunges right back, and resumes his fast, deep, punishing pace from before; you’re nothing more than a ragdoll at this point, submitted to the extreme violence of his desire without being able to push back against it – not that you wanted to. You couldn’t look at anything other than him, and how he was so focused on making you cum over and over again until you couldn’t take it anymore; until all that was left was pain. 

When you start to shake uncontrollably again, Hyungwon flips you on your back and dives right back, fucking so deep and hard that your body is sinking into the mattress – he has to push you against the headboard because you keep running from him. It’s overwhelming, him inside of you, his groans mixing with your screams, his hands slapping your cheeks, his heart beating against your skin; too much at the same time. You have no idea of how long you were doing this at this point, but you just wanted to take what he was giving you. Hyungwon grips your hair, forcing your head back against his chest, before grabbing your neck with his other hand. By the way he was breathing, you could tell that his end was close and that he was giving you everything he had left. Your arms gave up on you though, and you fall back on the sheets, but instead of picking you up, he lays on top of you.  

Hyungwon nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck, breathing hard against your skin before stopping after a few more thrusts. You feel him coming and grab his hand, as you feel his cock twitch inside of you. The moan he lets out is the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard from him, it sent shivers down your spine, and you moan as he slowly fills you up. You try to turn over to lay on your back, but Hyungwon pushes your arm and starts kissing your neck and your shoulder. You stayed like that for a while – you couldn’t tell how long, but you were slowly drifting in and out of sleep when he finally got up. You finally turned over just as he’s back in the bedroom, holding a glass of water and towel in each hand. He puts the glass on your bedside table before kneeling before you on the bed. It’s the first time Hyungwon is cleaning you up, and it feels oddly intimate yet incredibly awkward; you grab the glass when he exits the room again, hugging your knees against your chest.  

To be fair, Hyungwon has never come inside of you like that before – even though the contraception topic had been dealt with early on in your relationship. But what really bothers you is why you grabbed his hand earlier? It had felt so wholesome, so warm that you could almost think that it was lovemaking and not fucking. He startles you out of your thoughts when he comes back and slips under the sheets next to you.  

“You okay?” Hyungwon asks, bringing you against his chest. His heart was still beating relatively fast, but so is yours so you don’t think too much of it. You hum in response, awkwardly holding your empty glass as if you were afraid of moving. You stay like that for a while, listening in on each other’s breathing without a move. You thought you could just fall asleep like this and rest until he had to go in the early morning, but his voice broke the silence.  

“I was being serious, you know. I really wanted to see you tonight” Hyungwon starts, putting his head on yours. “The thunderstorm reminded me of you” 

“Forget about that, I was just joking around” you sigh, running the tip of your nails along his skin. “You don’t have to justify yourself” Hyungwon furrows his brows, puzzled at your reaction, but he lets you talk nonetheless. “This was never meant to be more than just sex, so let it be just that...let’s not complicate things”  

Hyungwon purses his lips and pretends to ignore the complex mix of emotions clouding his mind at your words and plays along. You look up at him, and he fakes a faint smile; when you nuzzle your head back in his chest, he starts playing with your hair, nursing you to sleep. When your breathing finally slows down, he sneaks out of your bed and puts on his clothes before disappearing without a word.  

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What's Mine is Yours | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi, friends. Literally all my fics are self-serving, so before you ask, yes yes I am indeed exactly like this 🥲

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Warnings: shitty ex-boyfriends

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The jangling of your car keys caught Bucky’s attention, and he watched with a furrowed brow as you slipped your feet into your boots. Tonight was supposed to be a cozy night in for the two of you- no distractions, no work-talk, and no random, solo outings. He caught your eyeline and quirked a brow in your direction, “Where are you running off to, doll?”

“I just gotta go back to my place real quick, I forgot something,” you leaned over the back of the couch and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I’ll be right back, I promise”.

A dramatic huff left his chest, “but baaaaaaaaby…” He pressed himself up from the couch cushions and made grabby hands for your cheeks. “Don’t leeeeeave.” Bucky didn't have pride when it came to you. He'd whine. He'd pout. Anything to keep you around. “What did you forget?”

“Oh, um, just a sleep shirt…” You played with the 'Fuck the patriarchy' keychain Nat gave you, knowing damn well Bucky didn’t want you to leave. And you didn’t want to go, it was a necessary evil- in your mind. 

The frown immediately melted from Bucky’s face, “You don’t need a shirt, sweets. You don’t have to wear anything to bed at all…” A sly smile perfectly punctuated his less than subtle flirtation- and you couldn’t help but laugh. His strong hands slid down your body and laid their firm grip on your ass, giving it a squeeze.

“Buck, it’s like twenty degrees out. If I don’t wear a shirt to bed, I’ll freeze my tits off-” you crossed your arms over the tits in question, “and I know how much you love them- so I’m guessing you don’t want that to happen”.

A vehement shake of Bucky’s head confirmed your suspicion. “But I don’t want you to leave, baby. Just wear one of my shirts! Whichever one you want- it’s yours.”

Bucky was wholly yours. He offered himself to you, completely and totally, and that included all his earthly possessions. He left his spot on the couch and took your hand in his, “one of my henleys will probably keep you warmer than a t-shirt, anyway. Win-win.” He gave your hand a gentle tug and did his best to lead you to the bedroom, but you hesitated. 

“No, really, Buck. It’s okay, I can just go get one of mine and-”

“Baby, ‘it’s like twenty degrees out’,” he quoted you to yourself, “why would you want to go all the way back to your place in this weather when you can just go pilfer through my dresser?” He gave your hand a light squeeze, “Really, I don’t mind. Come on, let’s get you something comfy”.

Bucky robbed you of all reasonable excuses. The repeated refusals you threw his way were simply no match for his kind, giving nature. All he ever wanted to do was help. He wanted to bring you the same happiness and comfort you granted him. And if something as simple as loaning you a shirt would save you a trip in the cold, he was more than happy to oblige.

But you wished he’d accepted your first rejection of his offer. It wasn’t like you to ever distance yourself from Bucky, and no part of you actually wanted to make the trip home. But a familiar anxiety resurfaced as Bucky dragged you to his dresser.

You watched as Bucky dug through his drawers in search of the perfect shirt. He deemed a few of his shirts too itchy, while referring to others as “not comfy enough”. The rejected shirts fell to the floor one after the other, forming piles near Bucky’s feet as his ferocious hunt continued. He had the perfect shirt in mind for his best girl, and wouldn’t rest until he’d found it. 

“Oh! Here it is… this one- this my favorite shirt” he unearthed a red Henley from his drawer and displayed it to you proudly, “it’ll look great on you.” He held it up to your body, smiling as the fabric dwarfed your frame. He’d always wanted to see you in his clothes, and felt his cheeks ache as he smiled at the thought of you in his shirt. He’d offered you sleep shirts a few times here and there, but you were always always prepared with clothes of your own. Much to his dismay.

It seemed like every romantic movie he watched with you featured the beautiful ingénue wearing her lover’s shirt, and Bucky wanted to see his ingénue do the same. He’d never gotten the chance to wake up next to a woman he loved, her beautiful body cloaked in his clothes- but your forgetful moment while packing your overnight bag had granted him just that. 

A hesitancy kept you from taking the shirt. In all honesty, you wanted to strip out of your clothes and wrap yourself in the fabric that remained laced with Bucky’s scent. Ever since you’d gotten together, you’d been tempted to drown yourself in his soft shirts and comfortable hoodies- but you wouldn’t dare tell him. Instead, you always double and triple checked your overnight bag, making certain you had everything you needed- and a few extras just in case.

“Are you sure?” you almost reached for the soft red fabric, but recoiled at the last second. “I can just run home, I really don’t mind-”

“Just put on the shirt, doll. That's an order from your sergeant." He shot you a wink and tossed the garment your way. His muscular arms crossed over his chest as he watched you weigh your options. “I know you waaaaant tooooooo”. 

And he was right. Layer by layer, you shed your clothes and slipped Bucky’s shirt over your head. The worn fabric rested gently against your skin, cloaking you in comfort and warmth. And suddenly, you hated yourself for always bringing pajamas to Bucky’s apartment. An unexpected ‘hmmm’ emanated from your chest as you reveled in the safety of Bucky’s scent. There was something so homey, so intimate about wearing his clothes. The only thing better than his arms wrapped tight around you body was his cozy shirt cloaking you in comfort.

Bucky couldn’t stop staring at the long sleeves dangling over your hands, the hem falling below your perfect ass. It was just too cute, seeing you dwarfed by his shirt. Sometimes, he couldn’t believe you were real- but believing that you were actually his proved even harder.

“Better than a t-shirt?” Bucky grinned at you, all too pleased with himself.

With all your might, you tried to fight the smile that threatened to breach the surface. But Bucky’s goofy side got the best of you. “Yeah…” you muttered, “Way, waaaaaay better”. Nothing you owned could ever come close to the all-encompassing comfort of Bucky’s shirt. 

Without warning, you launched yourself into Bucky’s arms. He caught you with ease, holding you close as you buried your face in the crook of his neck. No moment had ever been as perfect, as tooth-rottingly sweet. Wrapped in Bucky’s cozy shirt and strong arms, you could’ve died happy.

“I’m so glad you like it, baby…” Bucky couldn’t help but beam. He always saw himself as inadequate, having nothing of any value to offer. You were the epitome of perfection, beautiful and sweet and kind- and he was the former Winter Soldier with PTSD and a staring problem. But seeing you so earth-shatteringly happy to wear his shirt melted his heart. He couldn’t believe he’d been the one to make you smile that way, and vowed to do it for the rest of his life.

“You should just keep it,” he said, too over the moon to care about losing his favorite shirt, “it’s yours now, doll.”

Bucky’s words brought your rush of happiness to a screeching halt. “Buck, no. I can’t take it-” You stared at him with big, uncertain eyes, “it’s your favorite”.

But Bucky would hear none of your refusals. “No, you’re my favorite. Plus, I want you to have it! It would make me very, very happy, baby.” He adjusted your lopsided collar and brushed your hair out of your face, drinking you in, “it looks perfect on you. And this way, you’ll have it while I’m away on missions, you know?”

His words warmed your cheeks, and on the surface, you appeared happier than ever. But conflict raged inside you. This was the sort of romantic thing you’d dreamed of, but never dared act out. Knowing Bucky was more than happy to sacrifice his favorite shirt just for you made you feel loved, made you feel special. But it stirred your anxiety none the less. You couldn’t just steal his clothes- especially not his favorite shirt.

“But are you-”

“Yes, I’m sure!” Bucky laughed, “Baby, you literally sighed with relief when you put it on- I can’t just not give it to you!” Bucky knew you were sweet and always selfless, but he couldn’t quite pinpoint your reluctance to accept his offer. He knew you loved him, loved being his best girl- why the hesitancy?

“Can we compromise?” You slipped from Bucky’s arms and stood before him, offering your hand for a shake. “How about I sleep in it for tonight- and then I wash it and give it back? And then, if you’re still sure about giving it to me, you can- HEY!”

Bucky’s broad shoulders connected with your thighs as he scooped you up and threw you over his shoulder. “No compromises!” he shouted as he flopped you down on to the bed, “No compromises!” His hands made quick work of your sides, tickling you until you begged for mercy. One threatening hand hovered just above your ribcage, teasing you with more uproarious torture, “You still wanna compromise, doll?’

“No, I- truce! Truce!” 

“You sure?” he ghosted a few fingers over your side, “you suuuuuure you’re sure?”

“I’m sure!” you shrieked, “I promise!” 

Bucky peppered your face with kisses, dotting them along your forehead and cheeks before landing one on your lips. He was certain your adamant refusal to accept his shirt had passed- but something was off. A strange tension kept your smile tight-lipped and your jaw tense, as though you feared you were in trouble.

“Is something bothering you, sweets? You seem kind of anxious…” He helped sit you up and pulled you into his lap, “what’s goin’ on?”

Dread eclipsed any sliver of levity left within you- and suddenly, you hated yourself for ever making this an issue. You should’ve just accepted the stupid shirt and ‘accidentally’ left it behind when you went home. Simple as that. But no, you had to make it a big deal, drawing attention to yet another one of your idiosyncrasies.  

“Ugh, no, I’m fine. I just-” you huffed, “obviously, I’ve got some like, weird habits and tendencies and stuff. And I have stupid anxieties about random things…” A strong rush of shame pulled your eyes down, fixing your gaze on your hands.

Bucky refused to let you alienate yourself that way, “hey, I have anxiety about random things, too. I had a panic attack on the G train last week because someone dropped their aluminum water bottle and it was just a little too loud for me.” He tilted your chin upward, “so it’s okay. Just talk to me”.

"Okay, but that's not the same thing, Buck. You have actual trauma. And very real PTSD. My thing isn't-"

Bucky narrowed his eyes at you. His hand dropped back to your waist, threatening more torturous tickling if you didn't speak up.

"Okay, fine," a frustrated sigh forced its way from your chest. “I hate, hate feeling like an imposition or an inconvenience or an annoyance…”

Bucky stared at you, waiting for the other shoe to drop. But you never elaborated. “Um, sweets, I don’t- I’m sorry, I’m confused. What does that have to do with the shirt?”

“Taking your shirt makes me feel like an imposition!” you nearly shouted. “Like, right now, I am incredibly comfortable because this shirt is fucking cozy as hell. But, my brain is like, vibrating with anxiety. I asked to borrow my ex’s shirt for a day once because I spilled coffee all over mine, and he let me... But he gave me shit about it for months. He always made me feel bad- like I was an annoyance or a bother…” 

Bucky’s heart broke. 

“He always made me feel like I was inconveniencing him with my presence. He’d invite me over, but then he'd act annoyed that I was there."

It was embarrassing to admit. And you feared that if you told Bucky these things, maybe he'd treat you the same way. But it was too late. You were too deep into the truth to stop now. "He never let me just, I don’t know, hang out, you know? He'd ask me to come over at like nine at night and then kick me out around midnight. I'm not saying he wasn't allowed to have boundaries, but..." You sighed and regrouped. "If I slept at his place, he’d wake me up at seven in the morning and tell me I needed to leave- even on the weekends. It almost like I was a booty call."

"Oh, sweetheart..."

"He didn’t want me asking to borrow his jacket if I was cold or impeding his space in any way. I asked once if I could leave a toothbrush at his apartment, and he got angry at me- said it was ‘impolite’. I was with him for quite a while, and he did a lot of things like that... the entire time we were together, he acted like everything I did was a nuisance. To him, my existence was an imposition.”

Puzzle pieces of your behavior slowly began falling into place for Bucky. He’d noted a few of your habits that struck him as a little different, but he never brought them up. He’d never say anything and possibly make you self-conscious. But now that you’d drawn him a picture, he understood.

“So, that’s why you always pack a bag when you come to my place, instead of just leaving some things here? Even though you’re here almost every night?”

You nodded.

“And why I have to very explicitly and clearly invite you over- like you’re a vampire?”

“Yeah…”

“And why I have to basically beg you to just laze around here with me?”

“Mhmm”

“And why you always knock, even though I gave you a key?”

Another nod.

“And why you insisted on making the trek home in below freezing weather just to grab a t-shirt?”

Once more, you nodded with downcast eyes.

“Oh, baby, that’s- I’m sorry”, he wrapped his arms around you a bit tighter, holding you close to his body. “That’s terrible. I mean, letting your girl wear your shirts to bed is like, the bare minimum. And he really- I’m sorry, I can’t get past him waking you up just so he could kick you out.”

The memories of those days were humiliating, sometimes even a bit shameful. You’d known at the time that you didn’t deserve to be treated like a burden, but it took you nearly three years to leave. And even though you hadn’t spoken to or seen your ex in years, the ghosts of his mistreatment still haunted you.

“Can you look at me, doll?” Once you dragged your eyes up to meet his, Bucky took your face in his hands. “I want you to hear me very clearly when I say this, okay?”

“Okay…”

“You are not, never have been, and never will be: a bother, a burden, or an inconvenience of any kind. You can wear my clothes, eat my food- steal my car, I don’t care, baby. I am yours, completely and totally. I want you here. Always. You can never overstay your welcome or impose- this is just as much your home as it is mine. Sleep in, leave a toothbrush here… Hell, you can leave an entire wardrobe in my closet- I’ll put my clothes in garbage bags.”

You laughed at his exaggerations and dramatics, but his lighthearted words carried an air of seriousness. Bucky wanted you. He prioritized you and cherished you, to the point that you sometimes thought he was a little nuts. 

“Buck, I don't- I'm not even sure how to respond to that. I mean, I've never felt wanted like this before,” you nuzzled your face into his neck, happily breathing in his warm scent. “You have no idea the weight you just lifted off my chest- I’ve kind of been walking on eggshells. I'm trying so hard not to step out of line in our relationship, cause I just- I want you to want me.” You cringed, "Awesome, now I'm quoting Cheap Trick songs..."

Bucky threw his head back in a laugh, "Hey, quote all the songs you want, baby." He grew serious all of sudden, eliminating his joking tone. "And just so you know, you don’t have to do any of that anymore. Step outta line, break the eggshells- actually, there are no lines. No eggshells. Not in this relationship."

Bucky’s talent for eliminating your anxiety always blew you away, no matter how many times he pulled you back from the brink. But the tension still lived inside you, lying dormant until the perfect moment to strike. “I can’t promise that I’m not gonna feel this way next month or next week or tomorrow. So, I just wanna say sorry in advance for-”

“Baby, don’t apologize. You don’t have to, okay? I know better than anyone that a few nice words from your significant other can’t instantly fix your problems- if that were the case, I wouldn’t have panicked on the subway”. He shot you a wink, but dropped the goofy grin as he stared down at you, “any time you feel this way, any time you need reminding- just tell me. I’ll be more than happy to say all of this again. Because I love you, I want you- you’re my girl. And I’d do anything for you.”

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[wooahaes]

Hi 👋🏾 For the prompts list request, I’d love to see what you’d dream up using 5 + 10, and if you’re feeling extra inspired, combine those with prompt 45 for Wonwoo (but only if you’re feeling it!)

sugar cookies & cozy nights

pairing: non-idol!wonwoo x gn!reader

prompt: 5 + 10 + 45 from these prompts  

word count: ~0.8k

warnings: food mention! sappy wonwoo. intentional lowercase + no proofreading.

daisy’s notes: ty for the request! i hope u enjoy some soft sappy wonwoo <3

as much as wonwoo loved living with mingyu, his decision to bring some friends over was enough for wonwoo to message you. he liked his friends, sure, but work was particularly draining and he wanted nothing more than a quiet night alone... and he couldn’t really have that with mingyu’s friends over.

so when you gave him the go-ahead to come over whenever, he threw whatever he’d need to spend the night with you into a bag and made the trip over. he already knew the code to your apartment, letting himself in since you knew he’d be up within the next few minutes (he’d texted you the moment he arrived at your building). you called out to him that you’d ordered takeout and it should be there in a few minutes, and he mumbled his thanks. the moment the door was closed behind him, he finally let out a long breath of relief. he felt at home again.

you’d been curled up in the couch, video game controller in hand. he asked if you cared whether he took a shower, told him to go ahead, and he stopped long enough to press a quick kiss to your temple before going on to your bathroom. he threw his bag into your bedroom while the water warmed up, and soon enough took solace in your bathroom. there was something comforting about using your body wash (sugar cookie this time--he was sure it was one of those holiday bottles you’d stocked up on while the seasonal line was in). as much as wonwoo didn’t admit it to you, he liked smelling like you. there was something comforting about it, whether it be something like your favorite body wash or the scarf he’d borrow from you that had whatever body spray you used still lingering on it.

he was sure you already knew how much he liked it. by the time he returned to you, noticing the dinner set on your coffee table while you still played your game, he was sure you could smell it on him. he sat down at one end of the couch, half-heartedly answering your question about how his day went with a mumbled “fine” before cozying up on the opposite end from you.

“dinner’s here if you want to go ahead,” you said, eyes still glued to your screen. “you don’t have to wait for me.”

he waited, watching you a moment longer. “honey?” he said, and watched the way you seemed to perk up at the term of endearment. they were rare, after all, and wonwoo liked saving them for moments like this. “can i hold you?”

you paused, turning to him with a smile. “so it’s that kind of day...” you mused aloud, but moved over nonetheless. he pulled you into his arms, and you settled in happily before returning to your game.

you were warm. this, wonwoo thought, was what he’d been wanting all along.

“wonwoo?” you said, not looking up. yet he could hear the teasing tone in your voice, “why do you smell like me?”

he felt a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, and he merely pressed a kiss into your hair. “it’s comforting.”

he always liked to hear the way you’d giggle in response. “someone’s sappy tonight...”

wonwoo curled his arms around you, snuggling in further. he shut his eyes, just happy to hold you for a bit. “can i say something else sappy?”

“go ahead.”

“i think we’re soulmates.” he idly fiddled with the sleeve of your shirt. “i mean... i think i have many soulmates. i think a lot of people do. mingyu’s one of my closest friends and i think he’s a soulmate, too...” his fingers grazed the skin of your arm, “you’re number one.”

“aw... babe,” you giggled. “i think we’re soulmates, too.” you’d paused your game again, snuggling into his chest happily. “you okay?”

was it that obvious he was tired? or was he only this sappy when he reached a certain point...? “i just needed somewhere quieter,” he said, “so i came to you.”

“ah.” you turned to face him, chest pressing against his own. “i can put on a movie if you want--”

“you don’t have to stop playing,” he quickly said. “i like watching you play.”

you had smiled at that, leaning in to press a quick kiss against his lips. “okay,” you said as you drew back. “i’m gonna take a break to eat, then. and then we can cuddle and i’ll keep playing. okay?”

whatever it took to get you back in his arms again, wonwoo was okay with... even if your cozy night in ended with him falling asleep while holding you, happy to have you there with him.

taglist: @wonuziex @synthetickitsune @twancingyunhao

#wooahaes.fic #seventeen imagine #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #svt x reader #svt imagine #svt x you #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo x y/n #jeon wonwoo x reader #jeon wonwoo x you

[ikeuverse]

always surprising | younghoon

tbz!younghoon x fem!reader

gender: fluff, maybe funny

warnings: none in this chapter

wc: 1776

notes: my soul connection sent me some pictures of younghoon and asked me to write something. ok, that's not even close to the plot i thought (i want to improve on this next time) but i decided to post this today because my mind thought of something cute and for a sunday end, this is super cozy. hope you like it!

✧ m.list ✧

Being in a relationship with Kim Younghoon was wonderful and consequently having surprises throughout the days, weeks and even months.

You could tell you had gotten used to some unusual request from the guy after work, or simply when he got home and saw him with a backpack on his shoulders on Friday night.

“Let's go to the beach this weekend” he would smile so excited that you could only laugh.

“But Hoon…”

"I already arranged what we need, you just agree".

It was impossible to say no. Even because he always had the best ideas and you, a girlfriend without much creativity and much love in your heart, agreed with everything he proposed to do. And this went on for six long years. Walking through the city streets at night with a coffee in your right hand and Youngoon's fingers intertwined with yours on your left hand.

Seeing the guy rent a motorbike and put the helmet on his head after he swore he knew how to ride it - with some lessons given by Sunwoo, but he didn't want you to know that as he was about to climb on the pillion.

“What if I fall from here?” Younghoon's fingers went through the clasp of the helmet to make sure it was securely fastened on his head.

"You won't" he laughed, kissing your lips sweetly right after "Just hold me tight around my waist, you can squeeze me because I won't let go of you."

When had he gotten so bold with words? Because Younghoon's attitudes were always surprising.

With so many things he did, even the beachside proposal with Jacob playing guitar as the soundtrack – the last minute song because Younghoon had forgotten his boom box, everyone had had too much to drink and Bae was the only one sober to to be able to help with the surprise – but even so, you had loved. And once again Kim Younghoon doing everything for you.

So many things that you felt like the luckiest woman in the world just to have someone like Hoonie by your side. And yet, inevitably, negative thoughts plagued your mind. If he does everything for you, how about giving back? You could do something at least once since he's always done so much. Being up front at least once and giving your – now – husband a surprise was the bare minimum after years of relationship.

And it was with that in mind that you wanted to surprise him before the guy left work. Not that you had never done anything for Younghoon in those years, but compared to him, his work in surprising was nothing short of paltry! He had the best ideas and was always one step ahead, so this time it had to be you. It was your turn to be there waiting for him with a cardboard holder with his favorite coffee while the cell phone application beeps, confirming the purchase of tickets for tonight's cinema. A movie away from home, something different before going back to the apartment and making dinner together. Maybe a recipe you had saved on the internet and he helped you measure the ingredients… Cooking with Younghoon always ended up in mess and lots of love. You wanted it that night.

Just didn't count on the rain that had formed.

"Shit. A thousand times shit” your voice cursed along with lightning as the droplets started hitting your hair. Your biggest struggle was trying to protect the coffees you had bought since hadn't brought an umbrella. But also, a lot of time buying movie tickets didn't have a minute left to see how the weather would be that end of the day?

“Come on Hoon, I hope it won't take long to leave…” the voice low and huddled in the corner of the only establishment across the street that had enough coverage that the coffee wouldn't get wet, at least. Your hair could dry in the movie theater bathroom, that was the least of her problems.

If not for the cell phone vibrating.

What if the following message wasn't from Younghoon.

I hope I'm seeing things, you thought to yourself looking through the notification bar of a screen with raindrops.

I'm on my way home, baby. I hope you're waiting for me with the bed really warm.

What? He was… Going home? So Younghoon had already left work without having seen you up front, how was that possible? Either he had left too early or he really hadn't seen you huddled against the rain and kissed goodbye to two cups of coffee that practically didn't exist anymore.

You didn't know if you were really crying or if the rain had already taken care of wetting you all over, just bothering to throw the coffee away and head home. You weren't sad with Younghoon, ever, but with yourself for not paying attention to the details of the weather. Like it was going to rain and you even saw it? It wasn't possible that nothing in the sky had indicated a – near – storm.

The way to your apartment was never so long and painful. You dragged yourself all the way with heavy and wet clothes, slight sniffles from the crying that did not stop coming out. How to explain to him what had happened? Because your cell phone had four calls from Younghoon, no doubt wanting to know where you were in the rain if not the apartment you two shared.

Your breath hitched in a sigh as you exited the elevator and walked the long steps to the front door of where you two lived. There he was, and no doubt with a worried look waiting for you.

"Sweetheart? Oh my God, what happened?" Younghoon ran out of the kitchen to meet you as soon as you arrived. When he took the bag off your shoulders and tried to help you undress with your coat, you collapsed. The crying came stronger accompanied by a few sobs “Are you okay? Tell me what happened, please.”

In addition to helping you take off all your wet clothes, he wouldn't stop hugging you. Little did he care if he got wet too. Younghoon didn't want to let go of you until you heard your voice, which came as a whisper.

“I don't know how to do anything right” you said between the bending of his neck in the middle of the tight hug that your husband didn't want to let go of.

“Don't say that” Younghoon stopped you then, pulling away to see your face closer. In a second he had already wiped away your tears and managed to dry your face with the sleeve of the dress shirt he was wearing “Was it at work? Did they tell you something that wasn't nice?"

“I just wish… I just wish…” you tried to take a deep breath and not cry even more after Younghoon rested his forehead on yours. Both breaths mingling with the intention that his calm breathing would make yours calm as well. And it had worked for a while, you stopped crying long enough to finish saying "I wanted to surprise you."

“Surprise for me?” Younghoon kept his eyes closed, his thumbs cupping your cheekbones to caress the icy skin freshly wet from tears and rain.

“I went to your work, bought coffee and tickets for the movie you said you wanted to see last week” your hands roamed Younghoon's long and strong arms, slowly sliding until you found his hands on your face “Just I forgot to see that today it was going to rain and I didn’t take an umbrella.”

“Oh baby” he chuckled softly, stopping the second he heard you cry again “Hey, don't cry…”

“I just wanted to surprise you once” a low sob “Because in years you've always done everything for me and I just wanted… Once… Damn…”

“Y/n, sweetheart” was a low blow when he called you that, you know, but giving in to the charms of the man in front of you was practically earned when he kissed your lips with such affection “You amaze me every day for the simple fact of existing.”

"What?"

“Seriously” he pulled back a little to get a better look at you “Surprise me by texting during the day to see how I'm doing. Or surprise me with my decorated snack jars, always with a little message for lunch” he smiled broadly “Do you think anyone over there has such a devoted wife?” you couldn't deny it, indeed.

“I just wanted to do something different like you do every week for both of us.”

“But I only do it to repay how amazing you are to me every day, without even measuring any effort” if Younghoon had to conquer you every day, the highest peak of today would be now, with that intense look on your face direction “You've done everything for me since the first day we met. And when you gave me that box of grape juice, I promised myself that I would do everything to surprise you every day for the rest of my life. Or I would be crazy not to.”

“You're really crazy” your hands palmed Younghoon's chest lightly, sliding down the collar of his shirt as he pulled you by the waist against your body.

"For you? Of course” he smiled before sliding his lips close to yours “But you really surprised me today, much more than cinema and coffee.”

"What? Why did I take a rain shower?” you laughed for the first time after the little disaster that had happened. Younghoon vehemently denied, squeezing his fingers around your waist more intensely.

“Because I never thought that being soaked in rainwater and wearing formal clothes would look so much more attractive than you already are” you wanted to pinch that nose and pinch that cute little mole it had just for making your cheeks burn. And before you could say anything else, Younghoon kissed your lips so softly that you wouldn't even have time to complain when he picked you up in his arms “And after a shower in the rain, we need to take a shower so we don't catch a cold. Even because you wet me too, don't you think?"

You looked at the wet chest covered by the dress shirt, knowing that it wasn't intentional, but at the same time how attractive he had been just straining his muscles by having you in his arms.

“Then take me to the bath, Kim Younghoon.”

“At your service, Kim Y/n” he kissed you one more time before walking to your shared room.

#younghoon au #younghoon fluff #younghoon x reader #younghoon x you #kim younghoon au #kim younghoon fluff #the boyz au #tbz au #the boyz fluff #tbz fluff #younghoon scenarios #younghoon fic #younghoon headcanons #the boyz headcanons

[plethora-of-imagines]

Jake is a mystery. He doesn't like to come out and play, seemingly stuck in his position as the last resort when the body needs saving. You're determined to show the man he has a place in your heart, and you start by discovering the simplest thing from the old bird god- Jake has a favorite color. You decide to take things from there. 👑🦇

“Please.”

“Why should I bother with answering your mundane questions about my moon knight?” Khonshu’s voice was full of his normal superiority and a hint of incredulity. 

Giving the most pleadfull look you could manage while looking over in the direction you assumed he was in, you felt a little foolish. You hated when it was day and you couldn’t clearly see where he was. It made you feel somewhat crazy.

“I want to show Jake that I care about him. That he is just as important to me as Marc and Steven even though I don’t see him very often! I’lll take any scrap of information, Khonshu.”

“And knowing something that has no significance will show him this how, little speck?”

Curling in on yourself when you heard that nickname you realized how little Khonshu wanted to have this sort of conversation with you.

“I, its a small start but I want to do something at least...” you trailed off defeated.

Taking pity on how affected you seemed by his reaction Khonshu spoke slowly.

“We do not often talk of such trivial matters, but I know that his favorite color is a dark sage green. This is all I am willing to say on the matter, little priestess. The rest is up to you to figure out.”

There was an emptyness that accompanied you when he left. Somehow you could just tell he was gone. Shoving the sudden loneliness away you tried to focus.

Sage green, huh? Now the question was what could you get him...

.....

"Oh, love!" Steven hollered across the flat to you as he put groceries away.

"Mhm," you vocalized to let him know you were listening as you kept dusting the shelves.

"Jake said he has a mission to take care of tonight and asked to have tomorrow as well. We had been planning to binge that show tomorrow, but-"

Cutting off Steven before he could ramble himself into apologizing, you reassured him.

"We can rain check it Steven! The show isn't going anywhere. If Jake wants to front I have nothing against it. It will be nice to see him again."

Steven peaked out from around the bookshelf keeping you separated with a childish giggle.

"Jake says I should kiss you for being so cute and missing him," he revealed.

Grabbing hold of you and playfully rocking the two of you back and forth Steven continued to tease.

"Now that's enough dusting innit? I think that we should make better use of our time with some nice and cozy cuddling. Have a daily quota I have to reach, don't I?"

You laughed as he maneuvered through the maze of books laying scattered on the floor to allow you to clean. Holding you so close all your senses knew was Steven. Flopping the two of you onto the bed with a cheeky smile and creaky springs.

.....

 A heavy weight landing on top of you stirred you from your slumber. Eyes still shut you knew it was Jake by the musky smell of his cologne. The one he liked to wear when driving.

In sleepy, scarcely pronounced words you tried to ask how the mission had gone.

His fingers brushed your hair back from your face as he fondly shushed you.

"Shhh, back to sleep, princesa."

.....

Jake was sipping his coffee while reading a newspaper. Or at least pretending to read a newspaper... His eyes were barely glancing at the words. You leaned over him resting your head on top of his hat.

“Anything interesting,” you teased.

As you decided to show him mercy from your physical teasing he took the opportunity to adjust his hat, newspaper abandoned on the table.

“Not as interesting as you,” he teased back.

Your face felt like it was burning from the flirtatious tone you shuffled over to the hiding spot you had found for your gift. Once you were ready you playfully stole Jake’s hat, giggling as he rushed out of his chair to take it back from you.

“Hmm, I’d give that back before I decide I need to punish you, Carina,” he purred in his low growly voice that somehow only he could manage.

Shivering, you tossed him your gift instead. Blinking slowly like a cat you could see him mentally processing that this was not his hat.

“It’s umm a gift. I got you another hat to keep around since I know you don’t feel like yourself without it sometimes...”

The longer he took to respond the more worried you became that this was a bad idea like Khonshu had insinuated.

“Sorry, Khonshu had said that you liked the color... and I thought you would like it,” you whispered, almost afraid to admit that it had been your idea.

The wide eyes that looked up at you almost made you mistake him for Steven. At least until he surged forward and started to shove his lips against your neck.

“You are far too precious,” he muttered against the sensitive skin of your neck. “I love it, don’t you dare second guess things in your pretty little head.”

(851 words)

#anon #jake lockely x reader #steven grant x reader #khonshu x reader

[ch0lwrld]

nights like these

pairing: taehyun x f!reader

genre: college au, f2l, fluff, suggestive

warnings: shirtless taehyun (refer to picture above because god FUCKING DAMN IT TAEHYUN) also there's probably a lot of spelling errors and things that may not make sense cause I switched between my phone and my laptop multiple times writing this so just lmk in the comments... what you think!

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you didn’t expect anyone to be at the pool at this hour. it was past midnight and everyone had already said their goodnights so you thought this would be the perfect time to swim. you didn’t get to earlier when everyone had decided to go, far too busy finishing up last minute assignments while everyone rushed to get ready and head to the elevator.

it was supposed to be a relaxing three-day trip for the six of you before school started again. you had all saved up from last summer to afford this trip and make it the best but not last of all the trips you had planned. definitely not last. it was exciting and you loved traveling but if you didn’t finish up the last of your summer class you knew you would never get it done. so you stayed in your hotel room that you shared with hueningkai and he made a promise to bring back up your favorite gelato from the gelato stand in the lobby. it was sweet but you knew it was disappointing you couldn’t make it so you tried your best to finish as fast as you could before falling asleep after hitting submit. you really hadnt meant to but maybe all that lost sleep during the week before had hit all at once.

you were surprised to wake up with a blanket gently placed across your figure. you realized it was already nighttime with the only light in the room being from the moon casting its glow from the hotel window. you looked to your left to see kai already asleep in bed, cozied up between the five extra pillows he ordered to the room once you had checked in. it caused a small smile to break onto your face as you got up and stretched. you took a sip from the water bottle you had brought, the ice still fresh and cool within the bottle leaving a refreshing feeling down your throat.

you limbs ached from the awkward sleeping position you were in but now that you were wide awake you couldnt just go back to sleep. the pool started to seep into your thoughts, and after missing the opportunity earlier today you felt like it wouldn’t hurt to try tonight. the pool is open 24/7 but seeing as its not a very populated hotel you knew there wouldn’t be anyone daring to go this late in the night. better for you, you thought.

you decided to slip into the two piece you had bought awhile back. it was an expensive set for a broke college student such as yourself but so comfortable. your friend had recommended it last summer and you're glad you took their suggestion. it fit your figure well, hugging you at the waist and giving your bust a nice lift. it was in your favorite color and the shape really did it for you in ways you didn't know a swimsuit could. if you saw yourself you would probably take yourself out! not even kidding. after checking yourself in the mirror you slipped on a matching sarong and made your way to the pool.

when you reached the entrance you could only hear the subtle sounds of bubbling from the jets in the water and soft jazz music playing from the hotel speakers. it was nice and really set up the mood for your swim. you were so busy setting your things down and taking your time stepping into the shallow end to realize you werent alone. the person making themselves known with a short call from across the room.

“so you’re just gonna ignore me?”

you yelped almost slipping but your grip on the metal handrail was enough to save you of such an embarrassment. you looked over to see taehyun, shirtless in the jacuzzi area of the pool.

“don’t mind me though.. i’m enjoying the view.”

you gave a subtle roll of your eyes towards his direction when he let out that soft chuckle of his. you took a minute to take him in, shirtless and settled in the jacuzzi. god he looked good. Don’t get me wrong, he always looks good but right now.. in front of you.. he was something else. ethereal. the water droplets just complimenting his firm chest, the shitty lights glistened against his skin that he somehow made look so good.

“why are you even here? its like 1am?”

“i could ask you the same thing”

“okay well i thought you had a bedtime sir”

“just because i keep a well organized schedule doesnt mean anything and stop calling it a bedtime!”

you chuckle.

“whatever.” you say as you sink further into the water, enjoying the way the cool temperature sets all around your body. the water felt good against your skin and you missed the feeling of swimming every summer since away for college.

you chose to float around a little bit in the empty pool for a minute before he broke the comfortable silence.

"how was your nap? i know you must've needed it being a bio major and all."

"uh it was.. good, how do you even know I feel asleep?"

"..kai sent a pic of you to the gc."

"OMG he always catches me at the worst moment" you cried out as you waved your arms at his revelation. it caused a bit of water to splash around and he chuckled at your little action.

"don't worry, it was cute."

"yeah with my face in my keyboard." you retorted back.

he just laughed, that handsome sound resonating across the room and into your heart. if you couldn't even handle it from here you don't know what you would do up close.

"so are you gonna keep talking to me from there or are you gonna join me?"

of course he had to ask. the thought was tempting, especially when you consider the warm bubbling public bath that is the jacuzzi. and before you know it, your body takes charge over your reluctant mind.

you don't know who or what propelled you to start walking up the steps and towards his direction but you couldn't stop now. you needed to be able to handle yourself around him and maybe you would practice that... now in front of his shirtless, sculpted figure.

he looked even better up close, you didn't even know how a person could make the poor lighting so good.

finally, you took the first step, taking all the willpower in you to not shiver against his gaze. you felt how he stared at your figure from head to toe as you slowly submerged yourself into the jacuzzi, allowing the ripples in the water to guide you to a seat in front of him. the jets against your back felt nice, it was something you tried your hardest to focus on without being too obvious you were a little bothered in more ways than one.

you knew you shouldn't think about him like this, having been friends since elementary school. your true day one. that day you had met on the playground was still so vivid in your mind. he had been nearby when you slipped on the vault bar trying to impress your friends with a flip of your own. it was really embarrassing thinking back on it, your friends hadn’t moved an inch from their spots on the bar to check on you so you laid there body still on the red rubber floor and head still stinging from the impact. you wanted to lay there forever, if even your friends didn’t care then you shouldnt either and that meant not getting up. you were gonna close your eyes until a short head of hair appeared above you, blocking the sky from your vision.

“hey are you okay?” the boy you recognized from your class asked. his eyes stared into your own with utmost concern laced within them.

“uh.. yeah”

“here.” he lent out a hand for you to take. you were reluctant at first but eventually took it, he was sweet enough to ask you if you were okay so you might as well.

“my names taehyun!”

“my names y/n!” sharing his cheerfulness.

“wanna go play on the swings?”

you almost said yes immediately but looked back to see your friends still enveloped in their conversation about the dolls that were popular at the time. making a new friend wouldnt hurt, you thought.

“yes!” and took his hand in yours to run towards the swings before anyone else took them.

sitting there in front of him like this was normal. it wasn’t like you’ve never been swimming together its just that.. lately you realized how the term “best friends” didnt seem to fit the feelings you had towards him. and it made this moment feel.. different. you blame your little crush on that fact that he had a massive glowup after highschool and started working out more. his arms toned and bare in front of you glistened in the dim lights the pool room provided but it gave enough to allow you to see how the water droplets slide off of his skin so nicely, everytime he moved to adjust his position they would flex in a way that made you feel… god you need to stop ogling your best friend of all things but you couldn’t with the way he looked so addicting.

you easily slipped into conversation, talking to each other was easier than breathing and he was always someone you loved to listen to. he was so smart and you’ve known that being in several classes together. he always had great advice whenever you needed it and you appreciated every bit that was kang taehyun.

you hadnt realized how close you two had gotten in the jacuzzi until you reached out to push his chest from you after he had made a joke. it barely took anything to lift your arm up to push back his chest and your eyes widened at the contact. you may have let your hand wander a little too long against it, you couldnt help it! but as soon as you realized it you took your hand away. soon becoming embarrassed and slipping your arm back into the water at your side.

“y/n”

“yes?” you refused to look up. you knew there would be a teasing look on his face and you didnt want to give him the satisaction.

“look at me.” he requested. but after you had refused he took it into his own hands, quite literally, and placing his palms below your jaw, pulling your face up to look him in the eye.

“what?”

“nothing. just wanted to see your pretty face again.”

“stop messing around”

“im not though. you’re really pretty, y/n”

your cheeks couldnt help but turn into a reddish hue and your ears perked up at the compliment. he thought it was cute how easily flustered you got at the simplest of compliments.

“cute” he said, as he tucked a loose strand of your damp hair behind your ear.

“dont say things you dont mean, tae. i know you’re only teasing.”

“you think.. i'm just teasing?”

“well.. aren't you?”

“i never thought of it like that.. didnt know it came off that way.”

you felt bad you didnt mean to say anything that would hurt his feelings.

“i-“

“guess i’ll just have to spell it out for you now.” and he winked. god that wink.. it was so cheesy but you couldnt help the butterflies that swarmed your stomach.

you hadn't noticed how the distance between the two of you was nearly gone, your faces just inches apart and noses brushing past one another the more you stayed in this position. he was so close yet so far. you didnt know what to do, looking from his lips to his eyes in an attempt to see what lie beneath them. you didnt know what he was thinking or if it would be okay to

but, he knew what you were thinking, he always did. choosing to speak first.

“i want this. i want you”

“i… but”

“i want you, y/n”

it was enough to pop the turmoil that sat in your stomach and make the first move. crashing your lips onto his and allowing your arms to snake from their stilled position and around his neck. you loved the way you felt him shiver under your touch when you ran your hand through his hair. the way his hands seemed to find purchase at your waist, massaging circles into your hips felt too good to be true. you loved the way he tasted, the familiar minty toothpaste he used still laden on his tongue.

“god, you’re so beautiful”

you never knew you would hear those words escape from his lips. sure he’s called you cute and pretty numerous times before but never in the way he says it now. chests colliding and bodies moving in sync as if it was meant to be like this forever.

his words only allowed the heat against your cheeks to brighten and he knew you were blushing. making it worse as he teased your sides causing u to squirm against his hold.

“you don’t know.. how long.. i’ve been wanting to do this with you. to do this to you.” he said between kisses.

“god, you make me crazy” you couldnt agree more.

maybe it was the heat from the passionate makeout sesh you were having with tyun or the still warm jacuzzi but your senses were constantly on overdrive. completely enveloped in the feeling he gave you. it left tingles down your spine and your brain on 100. your legs felt like jelly with the way he so expertly knew how to hold you, knew how to touch you to make you melt against him. it made you wonder if you knew him the same too?

“WTF get a room!”

you immediately jumped back at the sound of another voice coming from the doorway. but taehyun held you firm, looser than before but close enough for you not to leave his side. you could see the way he stared at the voice with such annoyance.. you knew you shouldnt have been feeling this way especially with a third party now in the room but the butterflies really flew down to your kitty causing you to clench your thighs together.

“go back to your room, beomgyu.”

“yeah yeah i can see. you’re busy.”

“whatever.”

“don’t mind me then!” beomgyu shouted.

he finally looked away from gyu as a big splash is heard from the main pool followed by a few other voices you can tell are getting closer to entering the room. the expression on his face immediately softens as he locks eyes with you. and he leans down to whisper in your ear

“why dont we find ourselves another place… to continue”

god he made you feel so crazy. but you didnt want it to stop.

you followed him like a puppy, still latched to his side hands intertwined. you allowed him to walk you two to his room which was fortunately just him. he had won the bet to have a room to himself and now it really was putting all the benefits to work. (in his favor?)

but once you had got into the room he got shy.

“ah sorry.. maybe you dont want to actually.. continue..” he said as he scratched the back of his neck.

“uh no no dont be sorry i..”

“i wont.. i wont do anything if you say you dont want to”

“i want to. i want you. i really do.. now more than ever im sorry thats its taken me so long to-“

then he places a quick kiss to your lips as he whispers against it, already missing the feel of his plush pink against yours that are probably brazen red. “then we don’t need to waste anymore time now.”

and it was back to the feeling he gave you in the jacuzzi. the jets in the water hitting your back now absent, but instead replaced by the feeling of his strong hands having found purchase on your waist again. you fit into him so well it made him feel dizzy. he couldn't get enough of you. he slowly guided you to the bed, hands lifting your legs up against his instinctually wrapping around his waist as he softly laid you down on the bed. he broke the kiss to place more against your jawline and down your neck to your collarbone. he nipped at areas you didn’t know could arouse you, soft mewls escaping your lips at the feeling of his teeth grazing against your skin. you tugged a bit at his hair, testing the waters. you earned a deep grunt resonating from his position at your chest.

he was wrapped around your finger even if you didn’t know it. anytime spent with you is never a waste, but he would make up all of the lost time you could’ve had together in this position over and over again. but he didnt need to tell you that.. he could just show you instead.

and show, he did.

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[not-a-space-alien]

Magnanimous Moonrise Chapter 20M

In this chapter: Valen discovers he and the humans have more in common than he thought

Warnings: Discussion of disordered eating and self-harm/cutting

Thank you for waiting so patiently for chapter 20!! btw I know the dual chapter format doesn't work super well for dialogue-heavy chapters, so I'll probably try something different the first time I get to a chapter where I think having two perspectives doesn't benefit the narrative.

Story masterpost

Complementary chapter

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Valen was able to quell his mounting anxiety for a little while by resting in the coffin, with the door locked.  Cozy and safe in the dark.  Lex and Ari made indistinct sounds in passing outside, whispering, thinking him sleeping.

They gave a soft knock to rouse him, asking him to come out and permission to lift him bodily onto the couch, which he granted.  They arranged him in the mountain of pillows, throwing a blanket out over his legs.  Lex crooned over him and made sure he was as cozy as possible. 

It felt…a little infantilizing, but he would take whatever comfort and softness was offered to him at this point.  Maybe he could be a creature with dignity again sometime later in life.

The two other hunters came soon enough. Ari opened the door.  One of the male hunters said something boisterously, which he couldn’t make any sense of, but which seemed to be a joke because the other humans all laughed at it.

Valen could tell Ari was unamused even just by looking at the back of her head.  "You think you're so funny. You're gonna need Jesus to save you if you don't knock that shit off."

The larger one came in first.  Bailey, he remembered.  “You're right. We're actually here to deliver a pizza. You want an XL or medium?" The smaller one, Jerome, came in just in time for Bailey to hook his arms around his shoulders.

"What is this, dinner and a show?"  Ari shut the door.

"Nah, we’re not doing standup.  The show is what this is for.”  Bailey gestured to a large instrument case strapped to his back, which Valen realized must be a guitar.

"You think you're so goddamn funny."  Ari seemed to know her job was to play the irritated straight shooter, otherwise their antics would just be annoying rather than endearing.

"You know you love us."

"Only because nobody else will."

Bailey grinned widely, then turned towards Valen.  "And there's the man of the hour! You're gonna eat like a king tonight."

Valen pressed himself fearfully into the back of the couch. The hunter’s tone was light, but all of a sudden, all Valen could picture was earlier when Bailey had been looking at him through the sight of a rifle.

"It is man, right?  Jerome insisted it was man.”

“You were all juiced up on T when you got here,” Jerome added.  “So I assumed.  Sorry you haven’t been able to get your juice while you’ve been here.  It’s clearly worn off by now.”

Why are you worrying about getting my pronouns right?  Why is that what everyone’s focused on?  He knew they were probably just trying to be respectful and make him feel better, but it did little to put him at ease.

Lex had done that, insist that Nick use the correct pronouns while torturing him.  As though Lex thought torture was okay as long as she wasn’t also being transphobic.  Like his gender was more important than his basic rights.

“S-sir, with all due respect, I appre-appreciate the apology, but I worry more about having my personal structural integrity respected than my gender identity.”

The four humans all looked at each other awkwardly.

“Right…” Jerome said.  “Listen.  I know an I’m sorry isn’t gonna do jack shit for something like….this.  But we really do mean it.  We’re sorry.  That’s why we’re here to try and make up for it, even if it’s just a little bit.”

No, no, no, he couldn’t handle this.  It was as if experiencing kindness from these four was just throwing it into relief how universally hated he was by everyone else.  All his friends had left him, his husband and family were a menace, and now the humans, the ones he’d been trying to help, treated him like this.

Valen burst into tears.  “You left me there, you just left me there, all of you.  You just watched.  And you’re the kind ones.  What hope do I have, on either side of the border?”

Lex came over and wrapped her arms around him.  “Shh, shh, you’re okay,” she soothed.

He tried to scoot back to put some distance between himself and Lex, choking back a sob.  “I’m not okay!  I’m very much not!  I’m a starved and injured vampire in a room with four vampire hunters, who helped someone torture me!  I would say this is as far from okay as one can be!”

Lex withdrew, looking hurt.  Ari took her elbow and pulled her away.  “Give him some space, Alex.”

Jerome sat down on the edge of the bed.  Valen clutched the blanket to himself, tears streaming down his face.  “I get it,” Jerome said.  “We suck.  I know we suck.  I’m sorry we suck.  Please let us try and suck a bit less by helping you.”

Valen loosened his death grip on the blanket.

“You’re safe,” Lex said.  “I promise you’re safe now.”

“We realized how fucked up it was, what we did,” Ari said.  “And now we’re trying to fix it.  That’s it.”

“Okay,” Valen said, voice wobbly.  “Thank you.”

“Do you want us to just feed you and leave?” Jerome said.  “We were gonna, um, kind of hang out, but…well, if it’s just gonna make you feel worse, we don’t have to hang around.”

Valen tried to control his breathing.  He was trying so hard to just listen, but they were four vampire hunters.  “You can go about your business.  I won’t–I don’t mind.  I’ll stay out of the way.  You won’t even know I’m here.”

“Er,” said Jerome, awkwardly fiddling with one of his locs.  “No, I mean, we were going to hang out here, with you, to try and make you feel better.”

Got it.

She’s fucking rabid.

I told you it hurts them.

Put her in the trunk.

Fuck, tie it up first.

Settle down!

Valen curled in on himself, ears involuntarily pinned to his head, lip wobbling.  “I–I–I–”

“It’s okay,” Bailey said, sitting down and putting an arm around Valen.  “Breathe, babydoll.  It’s okay.”

I’m sorry we suck.  Please let us try and suck a bit less.

Valen broke down into tears.  “Why did you think it would be okay to do that to me even if I wasn’t innocent? Why do you think anyone deserves that?  I was in there for six months, locked in the coffin except to be taken out and tortured, and you didn’t even give me a chance, you kidnapped me and tortured me, you didn’t even let me talk, and–and–”  His protest dissolved into wretched sobs.  “Why do you think it’s okay to do that to any living creature?  You’re monsters.”

Bailey eased back, face dark.  The humans all looked at each other awkwardly as Valen continued to bawl.  

Jerome patted the blanket. “Listen…” he said.  “Like I said, saying sorry can only go so far.  Trying to make it up to you can only go so far.  I’m not saying it’s right, or we should have let it happen.  But maybe you’ll be less freaked out if you understand.  Most of us have lost family members to vampires.  We know what happens to them.  They just get taken and snatched up out of nowhere, thrown into the meat grinder.  It’s happened to us, and it can happen again, to anyone we care about, at any time.  I don’t know if you’ve ever been through something like that, but it….does things to you.  Makes you numb.  Makes you care less about things you’d normally care about.  Makes you think someone on the other side should have a turn suffering.  Makes you think maybe you should just let the unthinkable happen if it means it can stop the flow of blood.”

“It’s fucked,” Bailey says, tears welling in his eyes.  “The whole thing is just fucked.  Valen, man, please, you gotta understand.  The only vampires we ever meet are the ones who cross the border, and they're usually the worst of the worst.  We never met anyone like you before.  We’re on edge all the time, knowing every night someone wants to kidnap or kill us.  Obviously I’m not saying it was right, but surely you gotta understand at least a little bit, right?  We’re not total monsters, I promise we aren’t.”

“You know what vampires are capable of,” Ari added.  “You know how they can be dangerous.  But you don’t feel it like we do.  You’ve never been a prey animal.”

Valen had felt like a prey animal more than he cared to admit, more than he could describe.  But they were right, to an extent…

Valen squeezed his eyes shut and took in deep breaths, trying to calm himself.  “Yes,” he said carefully.  “I understand, in theory, the reasons behind your actions.”

“I’m sorry it took us so long to realize,” Lex said.  “I’m sorry.  I’m sorry we just ignored the way you were suffering.”

Valen thought about the humans at his previous home, the ones the other nobles fed on, and how he’d refused to feed on them, and then did nothing else to help them.  He had even less justification.  He hadn’t done that out of mortal peril and desperation like they did.  It’d been out of inertia and apathy and lack of initiative.  Out of fear of change and radical action.

He’d thought to himself, If I free those humans, they’ll just go get more, so it wouldn’t do anything.  And he’d been right, in a way, in that the problem was systemic and not on an individual level.  But…he’d refused to feed on them out of squeamishness, and then walked past them every day and didn’t help, the same way these humans had done to him.  He understood the reasoning far better than he wanted to admit.

“Okay,” he said, his rabbit-quick heartbeat finally slowing down.  “I understand why you did it.  I do.  It’s just difficult to feel safe.”

“We’ve learned our lesson,” Lex said.  “We’re not gonna let something like that happen again, to you or to anyone.”

Valen nodded.  “Thank you.  Thank you, ma’am.”

“There, see?  Everything’s okay.”  Bailey slung his guitar around and started to pluck a few strings.  “Now, time for dinner and a show!”

Valen couldn’t help but smile.  Bailey and Jerome were just so….goofy.  It felt weird.  Like as though he hadn’t expected the vampire hunters to have any personality beyond wanting to hurt him.  “Excellent,” he said timidly.  “I’ll be sure to spread the word about the excellent service at your establishment, haha!”

“Oh he’s funny,” Jerome said.

“Yeah, yeah, he’s funny, but he’s also fucking hungry I bet.  Time to chow down, big guy.”  Bailey rolled his sleeve up.  “Ari said the arm is an option, yeah?”

“Um…” Valen shrank back.  “I can’t bite–You–you pulled my fangs out.”

Bailey blinked.  “Ah.  Shit.  We did.”

Ari wordlessly handed over her knife.  

“Right…” Bailey said.  He took the knife unhappily.  Jerome looked like someone had threatened to stab him, and took a step back without a word.  Valen looked at him apprehensively.

“All right, here I go,” Bailey said, looking queasy.  He positioned the knife over his arm, in the spot where it seemed safest.  He took in a pained, hissing breath as he made a cut with the knife.

“Jesus, you big baby,” Ari said.

“Ey, ey, some of us don’t see blood once a month, ya know.  Only when something’s the matter.”  He sat on the edge of the bed and held his bleeding arm out to Valen.  “Eat up.”

“Thank you, sir,” Valen said politely, and bobbed his head in a bow.  He leaned forward and took Bailey’s arm delicately, drinking in small, dainty sips.

“There ya go,” Bailey said, ruffling Valen’s hair.  “Bet that feels better.”

Valen finished his drink, swiping his tongue over the wound to close it, then bringing his head back up, licking his lips.  “It does.  Thank you, sir.”

Jerome was still cowering against the wall.  “You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Ari said.  “The two of us are plenty.”

“Is everything okay?” Lex said.  “Like, something up?”

“Um.”  Jerome swallowed and drew forwards, wringing his hands.  “No, I–I want to help.  I want to help him get better.  I do.  I just…”

“Is getting fed from too much, even if it’s from an open cut?” Lex said.  “Blood loss affect you?”

“Um...”  Jerome nervously shook his head.  “I, no, that’s not it.  I-”

Valen panicked a bit, guilt and fear flooding him, as he saw the internal struggle about whether or not to feed him.  “Don’t feel obligated, sir, it’s quite all right.  I’ve had more than enough for today.”  Two feedings was definitely enough to stave off the hunger–if he wanted to get back to a healthy weight, he’d definitely get better faster with more, but this had saved him from the hunger at least.  But what was the issue?  Was Jerome afraid of him?  That wasn’t good, at all.  It’d seemed like things were going well, but now he started to spiral into anxiety again.

“I want to,” Jerome said, sounding like he was about to cry.  “I do, I’m sorry.  I just can’t, man.  I’m sorry.”

Bailey squeezed his shoulder.  “You don’t have to tell them, J-man.”

“No, I…Okay, yeah, I want to.”  Jerome sighed.  He rolled up the sleeve of his hoodie, revealing a series of scars striped up his forearm.  They looked old, but they were easy to see because they were raised and bumpy, and darker in color than his already-dark skin.  “I just, um…I just got some baggage about cutting myself,” he said, swallowing thickly.  

Lex and Ari both looked sorrowful.  “Oh,” Lex said softly.  “Of course.  Don’t worry about it.  Whatever you can handle.  It’s fine if you can’t.”

Valen was horrified by the reveal of this injury, but….the humans all seemed to know what this meant, and Valen….didn’t know what could have caused an injury like that.  His imagination ran wild trying to guess.  Had Jerome been forced to cut himself to feed vampires before?

“I would never force you, sir,” Valen says.  “I promise.  I don’t know….why, or who would make you do that, but…”

The humans all looked at him like he’d grown a second head.  He shrunk back fearfully.  “I’m sorry, I’m sorry if that was rude, sir, I am–I just don’t understand, I-”

Jerome laughed, his thick voice breaking up the tension in the air.  “Of course.  Oh my God.  Vampires don’t scar, so of course you wouldn’t know.  I can’t imagine they self-harm either.”  He ran his fingers over his forearm.  “I…did this myself.  When I was younger.”

“What?  Why?” Valen blurted out before he could stop himself.  He was horrified by this idea.

“It’s hard to describe,” Jerome said.  “I was…in a lot of emotional pain.  It felt like…I didn’t deserve to not be in pain, in a way, that I deserved it.  Or maybe it was easier to have a bigger problem.  A cut on the arm is easier to treat than feeling like shit, you know?  You probably wouldn’t get it, but it made sense to my brain at the time.”

Never in a million years would Valen have guessed a human would feel like that.  He’d had thoughts like that before, but they’d been driven by guilt, and disgust at himself.  He’d never cut himself, but he’d starved himself often enough.  But he did that because he needed to hurt others to feed, why would a human hate themselves enough for that?  Why could they possibly feel guilty about existing like Valen did?

Maybe he shouldn’t say this.  Maybe when he tells them about he’d sometimes gone days without eating because of the shame and self-loathing, only eating when the hunger pains became too much to bear, maybe they’ll say he should have done that, because he’s a monster and hurts others when he takes care of himself.

“I…do get it,” Valen says bravely.  “More than I care to admit.  I…often starved myself for similar reasons.  I felt too guilty to eat.  Too guilty for existing.  I never cut myself, but I often had self-inflicted pain.  It was….stupid.”

Jerome let out a slightly choked murmur of pity, putting a hand on Valen’s shoulder.  “It wasn’t stupid, man, neither of us were.  I mean, heck, for you, it at least made sense, right?  Because you felt guilty for drinking people’s blood, yeah?  That’s only natural.”

“No, I…I still did that to myself even when I started drinking the imported blood.”

They all blinked at him.  Oh, they…they didn’t know about the imported blood?  But of course, how would they know?

“There are specialty shops on the other side of the border who import blood from overseas,” he explained.  “Where there’s infrastructure for collecting it from paid volunteers.  Places where things are kinder.”

“That’s awesome!” Lex said.  “Holy shit!”

Valen nodded.  “Yes.  So I shouldn’t have felt guilty for eating then, but…  It still lingered.”  He looked up at Jerome.  “I wouldn’t have thought humans would have any reason to feel that way.  You’re innocent.”

Jerome gave him a sad smile.  “It’s so much more complicated than that, man.  We got…things to cope with even though we don’t have to drink blood, ya know?  I dunno if you want me to dump all this on you, but my…  I was depressed as fuck growing up.  It’s easy to fall into when things seem so hopeless.  It’s so hard to stay outta jail, when it feels like they’re trying to get you in there. And my… the first time doing it was when…”

He put his head in his hands, starting to cry. Bailey sat down and put his arms around him.  “It’s okay.  You’re all right.”

“When my Daddy found out I was gay,” Jerome choked out.  “And I told him I was worried about–about catching GRID, or whatever that-that gay flu going around is, that people are dying from and he said- he said maybe it would be better if I did.”  He broke down into full-blown sobs.

Lex and Ari came over and added themselves to the comforting hug as Jerome cried.  Valen stared at him with misty eyes, absolutely blown away.  For some reason, he hadn’t imagined humans to be capable of such cruelty.  At first, to anyone–he wouldn’t have guessed they could be so cruel to him, a vampire, but to say such a thing to another human?

Why? 

His worldview had started to crumble in his hands.  He’d mostly been picturing humans living picturesque, ideal lives ruined only by the monstrous actions of vampires.  How had he been so narcissistic to think the world revolved around him and his crimes like that?  Why hadn’t he thought that humans were fully-realized individuals who could invent their own bigotry against other humans?

“I’m…sorry, sir,” Valen said.  “That’s unbelievably cruel.  I’m sorry that happened to you.”

Jerome sniffed and looked up at him, wiping his eyes.  “Yeah,” he said, voice wobbly.  “But hey, I don’t have to care about what he thinks anymore.  Fuck him, haha.  I got everyone I need right here.”

“Yeah, man, yeah you do.”

Jerome disentangled himself from the hug.  “Well–Well I don’t care that my blood ain’t good enough for the Red Cross–it’s good enough for you, and you know blood better than they do.  Come on, let’s figure out some way to make this work, huh?”

The group tossed ideas around, and hemmed and hmmed for a while, before Jerome eventually agreed that it would be okay to make two pinpricks, like a bite, rather than a cut.  It took a lot longer to get the blood out, but Jerome didn’t mind, and good-naturedly played with Valen’s hair while he did so, which was soothing.

Valen was overfull by the time he was done.  He was starting to get a bit afraid that he’d throw up again.  “Thank you, sir.  I feel much better now.”

“Well, we ain’t done yet!”  Bailey jovially picked up his guitar.  “Get ready!”

“R-ready for what?” Valen stammered.

“He’s gonna play you a song,” Lex said.

“It’s supposed to make you feel better,” Jerome said.  “If you’d rather not, we don't have to.”

Valen drew the covers further up himself.  “That-that sounds nice.  That could be nice.  Thank you.”

“Right,” Bailey said.  His fingers started working at the guitar strings, plucking out a jaunty tune.  “Now I’m good on the guitar here, and Jerome’s got the golden pipes, so I’m gonna let him lead, and I’ll be the backup singer.”

Jerome reached into his bag and pulled out a tambourine, shaking it.  “And you ladies might know the words to this song, so feel free to sing along.”  This with a wink at Valen, which caused him to slide down into the couch.

Jerome started singing.

Oh it happened one night when the moon was bright

And full, but not as full as my heart.

Lex and Ari instantly recognized the song and joined in, smiling widely and laughing.  Apparently this song is….very funny, but Valen had never heard it.

When I saw her, I knew she could tear me apart

She was pale and dead and covered in blood but hey

Nobody’s perfect

And she paralyzed me with a glance

No persuasion needed

And no sooner had my lips touched hers 

Than all the blood had left my body

But it was worth it in the end as the feeling fled my limbs

Valen went beet red, realizing suddenly that the song was about a human man taking a vampire lover and getting killed for it.  It was undeniably a sad story, but…it was so chipper.  Was this supposed to be a joke?

Bailey knelt down next to Valen, gesturing to him grandly during a particularly intense verse.

Oh you’re so big and bad it’s true

But that’s what I like about you

Jerome knelt on his other side, shaking the tambourine.  

It’s true that you could snap me in half 

But baby, maybe I’m into that.

Valen tossed the covers over his head, mortified. 

And if this ends with me getting all my stuff sucked out, Well,

That’s sort of what I was hoping for

There was silence for a moment, no one singing, the guitar twanging.  He cautiously raised his head and peeked over the blanket, only to find that everyone was looking at him and pointing.

“I’m sorry,” he stuttered.  “I don’t know the words.”

“Oh, this part is just a big growl,” Bailey said.

Valen’s eyes bounced around the room.

“Go on,” Jerome said.  “Give us your scariest growl.”

Valen nervously clutched the blanket, scanning them all one last time to make sure it was really okay before letting out a tiny, strangulated noise.

They all knew Valen had a better growl in him.  Hell, they’d heard him give better growls, in the basement.  But he was afraid to go too hard, to seem too threatening.  Nobody pushed it.  They gave a cheer.

Valen’s spirits soared.  He’d participated, and they were all cheering for him.  He knew it was supposed to be a silly song, clearly it was supposed to be a silly song, but….  It made him feel better.  Less alone.  Less different from the humans, to know that he wasn’t the only one who’d had lofty ideas about love between humans and vampires, to think about a world where a human would walk up to a vampire and kiss her.

His eyes shifted over to Lex and Ari.  He couldn’t decide how he felt about them.  But he was definitely feeling something.

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[jaxteller87]

“Say Santa!”

Christmas time was upon us once again. A time of love, sharing, caring, and togetherness, but even with all those tender sentiments, it was a double-bladed sword. It was the second Christmas without Amber’s parents, and I wanted to carve out a piece of joy in our little corner of the world. Christmas was always a huge deal to Amber and her family and I couldn’t even try to imagine how she was able to still enjoy this time of year without it weighing on her negatively. One of her most cherished holidays, with so many memories of her parents, but now that part of the winter season was missing, and I felt it was up to me to find a way to fill it.

Our small, cozy house had become a refuge, a sanctuary from the chaos that often plagued our lives. A lot of the guys were looking for some extra holiday cash, so Clay put together a little run to fill their stockings with a few Benjamins. The only thing was, things didn’t go according to plan, as they hardly do anymore, thanks to Clay, but we ended up with a little more heat on the club than we’d like for the holidays, hell, at all for that matter.

Amber’s smile broke me out of my club-drama-induced trance as she delicately placed a red bird ornament on the tree. It was a symbol of love, a connection to a yearning for warmth in a world often cold and unforgiving, a symbolic reference I could get behind. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out a mistletoe that somehow managed not to get all mangled up in my jeans. I couldn’t help but chuckle as I held it above her head, catching her off guard.

“Huh, what?” she chirped, her confusion dissipating as she finally realized my apparent plan. I laughed, and she leaned in, kissing me softly on the lips.

“I love you. Thank you for today; it’s been nice,” I whispered, kissing her again.

“It has,” I said, returning her smile, the shine of Christmas lights casting a soft glow upon us. I was never one for Hallmark moments, either because they eluded me my whole life or because they were cornier than the time Bobby tried to implement a comedy act into his Elvis routine, but this definitely felt like one of those heartwarming moments.

Later that evening, the air was filled with the sounds of a cheesy Christmas classic playing on the TV. I don’t remember which one, but it was something about a bunch of dogs that saved the holiday somehow. Stupid idea, but wholesome fun. Amber curled up next to me and laid her head on my lap.

“So, Jackie boy,” she grinned like a kid getting away with something naughty.

“What? Are you supposed to be Chibs now?” I joked as it was his go-to nickname for me. As far as Amber went, she only called me that when she wanted something and feared that I may reject it. With the spirit of making this time of year magic for her, I ran my finger down her cheek and looked at her glittering eyes.

“What do you want, my love?”

“So, Christmas Eve is coming up fast…” she said, staring back at me.

“No?” I responded sarcastically, “You don’t say?”

“Oh, stop it!” she playfully slapped my thigh, “On Christmas Eve, I was wondering…”

I waited, but she paused until I encouraged her to finish her sentence, “Use your words, babe.” I joked.

“…Could we maybeeee wear matching PJs?” she asked, her eyes glued to mine.

“Like we did when we were younger?” I asked.

Here I was, thinking it was going to be something crazy, but it wasn’t. Instead, it was a sweet and wholesome request that I was happy to oblige, “Of course we can, darlin’.”

“Really?” she squeaked, “Oh, thank you, Jax!” She laughed, hugging me tightly.

“But you know what I was thinking?”

“What’s that?” She asked.

“I think there is a chunk of Christmas movies on tonight, and since you’re here, and I’m here, and neither of us has to be anywhere else,” I paused to allow her to fill in the blanks.

“No fuckin’ way,” her mouth dropped, and her eyes widened at least twice the size as before.

“Um? Yes, way?” I said, confused over her strange, abrasive enthusiasm.

“You’re serious? We can wear matching jammies and watch Christmas movies tonight, too?”

“I’m as serious as the STD Tig got from that illegal immigrant Luann hooked him up with.” The expression dropped off her face like a cinderblock in the ocean. Realizing  I nearly killed the mood, I tried to reel the moment back in,

“Was it really that serious?” she scrunched her face, trying not to imagine it but still being rather curious.

“Yes, and let’s not get into that; I should uugghhh—” I gagged a little, remembering Tig showing me his infected manhood a few months ago, “I shouldn’t have said uugghhh —” and again, I almost threw up my lunch right there. “Let’s get our PJs on.”

“Good idea,” Amber agreed.

And that’s what we did. We slipped on our matching PJs and watched some dogs save Christmas, a guy named Ernest save Christmas, and I think there was one where Arnold Schewarneggar saved Christmas. After Amber fell asleep lying on my lap, I watched Die Hard; I’ll fight anyone who says it isn’t a Christmas movie.

A few weeks later, the club matriarch, my mom, stopped by. “So, how’s Amber? She holdin’ up okay?”

I took a drag of my cigarette and ashed it out, “Yeah, she’s actually doing pretty good. I’ve been making it a point to do whatever I can to make sure she feels the magic that she experienced all those years her parents were still with us.”

“That’s good,” Gemma smiled, “Well, you make sure that girl knows that her parents are still here, in spirit. And the rest of us are always here.”

“She knows Mom, but I’ll tell her,” I agreed.

“You’re a good guy, Jackson Teller. You’re father would be so proud of you,” she tussled my hair like some toddler and went about her business.

Finally, Christmas Eve arrived, and we spent the day with family, creating a semblance of normalcy. A surprise call from Mary in New York added an unexpected touch to our festive celebration, and after the heartfelt phone call, we gathered for a family picture.

“Say cheese!” Amber giggled as we snuggled up by our Christmas tree in our matching Grinch pajamas.

“Cheese,” I said, grinning through my teeth. I  placed a bow on her head just before the flash went off, but when she gave me a dirty look, I quickly explained that the bow on her head symbolized her being the only gift I wanted. Which was true, but I also just thought it was funny.

“This is adorable,” Amber giggled later, scrolling through the pictures on her phone. She handed it to me, focused on a photo of Opie’s goofy grin, and I nearly spit out the eggnog I was sipping. Donna had sent Amber a bunch of pictures of the festivities in the Winston household, and let me tell you, they did not disappoint. Turns out Donna and Opes also had a pair of matching Grinch PJs; only Ope’s was about a size too small, and he ended up looking like he was going to burst out of it if he moved the wrong way.

“Hey, you better not laugh; I can see it a few years from now, us with our little ones in front of our tree,” Amber mused, dreaming of our future together.

“You think so?” I smirked, knowing she was probably right.

“I know so.”

And a few years later, amidst the controlled chaos of our lives, we found ourselves rushing to corral kids and animals, an otherwise motley crew, in front of the Christmas tree that had been under constant attack from our cats since we put it up.

“Say Santa!” Amber laughed as I struggled to maintain order with our overexcited children.

“Santa!” we all smiled at the camera. A calm moment frozen in time from what would become a traditional holiday chaotic extravaganza. Even so, I wouldn’t change it for the world.

#jax teller imagine #jax teller x disabled reader #jax teller x oc #jax teller fluff #jax teller fanfiction

[goddess-in-heaven-and-hell]

Let me lend you a hand - Ithan x Reader (One Shot)

Brevity is the soul of the wit, but I can’t write anything short to save my life. 

Word count: around 3300 

Thread: Ithan and you are dating, but agreed on moving slow in terms of sex. Teasing him mercilessly at a party, Ithan can’t help but take care of himself in the bathroom - until you burst in. 

Warnings: smutty (masturbation, handjobs, oral sex m receiving), mention of alcohol and drugs, slight dirty talk 

The insistent drum of the bass pulsated through your whole body as you walked the packed hallways of Ruhn’s frat house. That is essentially what it was – a party house with as much alcohol as drugs, loud music played in every room and couples getting it on in most of the cozy nooks and empty rooms the house provided. Your mouth twisted into a smirk as you rounded a corner and almost ran into Flynn and a voluptuous, beautiful girl grinding against each other. By the sounds of her, she was enjoying herself very much, but that didn’t mean that you particularly enjoyed seeing Ithan’s house mate in full seduction mode.

Your steps quickened, hastily making your way to the living room where usually all the dancing – and therefore all the fun – happened. You pass the bar on your way, getting one of the premixed drinks before joining a cacophony of different people – fae, shifters, merpeople – on the dancefloor.

You didn’t go unnoticed. With your fitted, wine-colored dress that showed off your legs and left little to the imagination as to how you’re built, more than one pair of eyes followed your body as it moved to the melody. You felt utterly sexy tonight, and that colourful and sweet drink in your hand filled you with additional confidence.

But it was only one particular male whose attention and hands you wanted on you tonight and for the rest of your immortal life.

As if the thought of him summoned his presence, your head turned to his direction.

The crowd parted for Ithan Holstrom like he was a king among peasants. He looked like one too with his plain white but fitted shirt, dark pants and the pack tattoo on his neck. The sexiest thing about him though was the way he held himself. Just a little cocky, but so confident and sure of himself and his character that you couldn’t help but swoon.

When his eyes spotted you among your peers, he immediately pushed his way through the crowd to keep you company. While some males and females did drift towards you while you danced, they quickly tried to put distance between themselves and you now. Nobody was stupid enough to hit on you with your boyfriend in clear sight.

Ithan had finally reached you, pulling you into his body and effortlessly joining in on your movements. Your bodies fitted together perfectly. Ithan’s hands found their favourite spot on your hips, squeezing your flesh and guiding the sway of your hips to match his. His eyes never left your face as he now leaned his head towards you. “May I have this dance with you, mylady?”

Your head fell back in a burst of laughter. The irony of this oh-so-kind invitation and his body pressing so provocatively against you wasn’t lost on both of you. You stopped the dancing motion for a second to stand on your tiptoes and answer Ithan, “Of course, since you seem so much more polite that the other males in the room.”

Your boyfriend grinned at you, mischief sparkling in his eyes as he pulled you closer, flush to his chest. His breath tickled your ear. “I can be even more polite if you let me.”

Heat pooled immediately in your core at the sheer mention of intimacy. Ithan and you had been exclusive for about three months, having know each other through your friends before he gathered the courage to ask you out on a date. You had asked him to move slow in terms of sex and Ithan agreed with you, ever the gentleman. You loved the anticipation of it, the thrill whenever his hands grazed your sides or he kissed you a little deeper and longer than usual. Never knowing if tonight would be the night to take the next step.

The pull towards one another got worse and worse though, especially when he looked and said things like this.

You turned your body away from your boy, taking a step back to join your back with his chest again, and your rear with his crotch. Ithan’s hands snaked around your waist, holding your firmly. Even through this slight little touch you could guess his strength. Your bodies found their rhythm again.

Ithan’s breath started to quicken behind you. You grinned slightly to yourself, proud that you can rile this handsome male up by just dancing in front of him. Well, it also helped that your rear brushed against his rock-hard cock with every sway of your hips. Your intention had been to relief him a bit of his agony, but apparently you made it worse. Ithan lowered his head again to attach his lips to your bared neck, kissing it before biting gently into the soft skin with his canines. He grumbled into your ear. “Stop being such a tease.”

You angled your head slightly to give him more access to your neck, mumbling something along the lines of, “You started it.”. You found it harder and harder to form coherent thoughts, the drink and Ithan’s body so close to you muting your thoughts and pumping your blood through your veins at a punishing pace.

Ithan looked equally riled up, his eyes blazing through yours, and desire, plus something that almost looked like pain, written on every feature of his otherwise relaxed face. You wondered briefly if he had some sort of problem or sorrow he didn’t share with you, but decided against asking him in the middle of a crowded dancefloor. Especially when nearly everyone in this damn house had advanced hearing.

When the song ended to shift into hard rock – undoubtedly curtesy of Ruhn – both of you abandoned the dance floor to catch your breaths, walking towards the door hand in hand.

Outside of the house you found yourselves among other partiers, some smoking, some crying, some vomiting into the neatly trimmed garden. You snorted as you took in your peers, amused by their antics. Among them, a mass of shining, red hair, stood your friend Bryce.

“Y/N!!”, she screamed, waving her hand excitedly, “Ithan! Come over.”

You complied, pulling Bryce into a fierce hug when you reached her. Ithan hugged her briefly as well and after the initial pleasantries were exchanged, he turned towards you to plant a peck on your temple. “I’ll quickly go inside, yeah? I think Dec called me on the way out. Text me when you can’t find me again.”

Without as much as a glance in Bryce’s direction, he disappeared quickly back into the house. Your brows furrowed as you looked after him. You were absolutely sure Declan didn’t call him, your fae hearing would have undoubtedly picked it up, even over the loud music. There definitely was something wrong with Ithan tonight, and the thought didn’t leave your mind while you continued talking to Bryce. She just informed you of her latest night with the umbra mortis, never failing to be awfully explicit. You were happy for her though, and for Hunt as well as both of their lives were short of peace and calm, but a bit of jealously still settled in your stomach. Hearing about the bedroom adventures of other couples made you crave Ithan’s touch even more than you did the whole night. You barely continued listening to your friend as your mind drifted – to Ithan’s chinsed, hard muscles, his demanding lips leaving your breathless after their kiss, his form hovering over your smaller one, the undoubtedly hard other thing you felt previously and what he could do with it…

A loud laughter beside you drew you out of your daydream. You scolded yourself mentally for even thinking these things. Ithan clearly had some kind of trouble and his girlfriend had nothing better to do than drooling after him instead of offering her support. That settled your inner debate – you would find your boy and he’ll hopefully share his sorrows with you. After quickly saying your goodbyes to Bryce, you stumbled back into the house.

The stench that hit you was almost overwhelming. After you’ve been outside among the fresh air, the house smelled particularly awful – sweat mixed with arousal mixed with smoke. The air was thick, but you made your way through the crowd once more to find a trace of either Declan or Ithan, hopefully dragging him home to enjoy the rest of your night a little more calmly than this.

Declan was the first figure you spotted. Sitting on the sofa, a joint in his hand, your plopped next to him. “Hey Dec. I was looking for Ithan, did he tell you where he’s gone?”

Declan looked at you with confusion, the mirthroot clouding his gaze even further. “Ithan? I haven’t seen him in a few hours.”

Now it was your turn to look confused. Did he say that Declan called him, or was it Flynn?

“Oh, okay. I just thought he might have talked to you.”

Declan, ever the gentleman, offered a slightly slurred, “Should I help you look for him?”, which you politely declined. He probably wouldn’t find his own hand in this state.

Anxiety creeped into your mind now. Why would he excuse himself this hastily and then lie about were he was going? Your mind worked overtime, trying to figure out the place he most likely went to. Your gut twisted a bit at the thought that there might be another girl or boy that got his attention, but you suffocated it immediately. It was Ithan you were talking about. The male was loyal to a fault and would never hurt you that way.

With new intention in your step, you decided to check his room first. Opening one of the bedroom doors was always a risk during a party like this, but you were willing to face people in various stages of undressing to find him.

Having reached his room at the far end of the corridor, you knocked forcefully. Might as well give anyone a heads up before you entered, if they were in the right mind to listen and care. Finding the door unlocked, you pushed in slowly.

And faced a completely empty room.

Disappointed, you were about to change directions to check the second most likely place in the house – the billiards table – when you heard a muffled sound coming from his adjoined bathroom. There was a faint light streaming through the crack of the door onto the wooden floor of his bedroom which you hadn’t noticed before. And behind that door, someone was clearly in the middle of fucking, moaning and panting with abandon. Your heart sank.

It could be anyone, you told yourself. Anyone in this house could have used his bathroom for some more privacy.

You gathered your courage, calling “Ithan?”, hoping desperately that he wouldn’t answer. But your prayers weren’t heard.

The noises on the other side of the door halted abruptly. “Y/N?”

Oh gods, it definitely was Ithan behind the door. Fury forced its way through the sheer panic in your body. You couldn’t believe this. You had to see it with your own eyes.

Storming towards the door and yanking it open, you were surprised to find a semi-naked Ithan leaning with one hand against the sink – and nobody else in sight. His other hand was firmly closed around his cock, chest heaving with the in-draw of every fast breath.

He just stared back at you, body tense. Confusion was written all over your face, but only for a second. Then you understood, fighting back a laugh. The trouble Ithan was having apparently had something to do with your constant teasing and lack of sex. Ithan sensed your change of mood, lifting his eyebrows, a slightly bashful smile playing his lips. “Yes?”

He wasn’t too embarrassed about the situation, apparently.

Which in turn, took all the embarrassment from you, if you ever had it. Leaning against the doorframe, you eyed him up and down. This was clearly an opportunity you waited for, being thirsty for him the whole evening. And the past few weeks, if you were being honest.

With calm, sure movements, you let the door behind you close, facing Ithan. The music from downstairs still filtered through the walls, but your focus was solely on him.

“I was wondering if you need a little help?”, you asked finally, voice low.

Ithan forced out a breath. “Seems like I do.” He paused, remembering your agreement. “But only if you want to baby.”

Your answering smile told him enough as you crossed the remaining distance towards his form and positioned yourself in front of him. His hand still clasped the sink, knuckles white with held back desire, effectively closing your body in.

Slowly, while still keeping eye contact, you grabbed the wrist of his hand that gripped his cock, pulling it off him and placing it on the sink as well. His breathing grew even more ragged, and you haven’t even touched him yet. Oh, you were going to enjoy this way too much.

“Relax. Just let me take care of you.”, murmuring your reassurance, Ithan’s body let go of the built-up tension just a little. You moved your hand in front of your face, making a show in licking broad stripes up and down your palm and fingers, until you were satisfied with the moisture on in. Your boyfriend took the scene in, still unmoving and waiting patiently for your touch.

Then, your hand closed around his cock and began pumping him slowly.  

Ithans head fell back with a groan. This was so much better than taking care of himself while daydreaming about you.

You pumped your hand up and down, slightly picking up the pace and gently twisting your wrist whenever you neared the tip on every stroke. Ithan felt so heavy in your hand, aching and desperate for release. You wondered how often during the last weeks he had excused himself from social situations to stroke himself, thinking about you.

Ithan’s hands wandered towards your waist again, squeezing slightly before leaning in and kissing you with abandon. He captured your lips in a sloppy kiss, parting them with his tongue to exploring your mouth while you explored other areas of him.

“Fuck”, he ground out against your mouth, panting heavily before connecting your lips again. He seemed so close to release, so you picked up the pace another notch, gliding over his length. The precum that leaked out of him eased your movements even more.

“How did you know this was exactly what I dreamt of?”, he whispered in your ear, slurring the words just a bit through his haze of desire. You doubled your efforts on him, other hand finding his heavy balls to cup and massage them. You never needed someone to cum more, and this wasn’t even your own climax you were talking about. Something about Ithan in this state was so incredibly intoxicating, how vulnerable his features went, how hard he tried to not just pounce on you, how he practically melted under your movements.

“Oh? What else did you dream of, Ithan?”, you teased him a little. Maybe sharing his fantasies helped in coaxing the climax out of him, and it also gave you more ideas on how to surprise him in the future.

Ithan huffed out a low laugh, now leaning his head fully on your shoulder. “I dreamt about your little hands, stroking me like they do now. Your soft, pink lips and how they would kiss me while doing it, how they would look wrapped around my cock. How your body would look like under me.” He took a big breath, the talking and pleasure making it difficult to get enough air, even for someone as athletic as him. “I’ve had about every fantasy under the moon when it comes to you.” He admitted finally. And that was your last straw too.

Absolutely overcome with desire yourself, you took away both of your hands from Ithan’s cock. He lifted his head from your shoulders, looking at you with the cutest puppy-eyes you’ve ever seen in such a situation you almost laughed. But you were a woman on a mission.

“Then let’s not keep these fantasies all hidden in your head, yeah?”

You held eye contact with your absolutely hypnotized boyfriend while you slowly sank to your knees. If he didn’t guess your intention from your words, there was no doubt about your plans now. Ithan let out another groan before you ever touched your lips to him. Alone the sight of you kneeling before him, the view of your beautiful face and your cleavage showing underneath almost had him finishing on the spot. But he wanted to feel you, desperately, so he held back a little longer.

Your tongue licked a broad stipe from the base of his cock towards his tip, collecting all the moisture from your previous ministrations. You let it swirl around his tip, once, twice, three times, before dipping slightly in the slit that now leaked with the biggest amount of precum you’ve ever seen.

Ithan’s hand found the side of your face, and you mentally prepared for him to just fuck into you himself, but instead he brushed back some of your hair and gently caressed your cheek with his thumb. The gentleness was so at odds with the whole situation, but it spurred you on more.

Opening your mouth, you began to suck in the tip of his cock. This barely-there pressure on him caused Ithan to mutter out a string of curse words, and you internally congratulated yourself on your ideas. You began bobbing your head up and down, taking more inches down your throat and increasing the pressure by sucking in your cheeks. When his cock brushed the back of your throat, Ithan hissed above you. “I’m close baby.”

You placed your hand around the missing few inches close to his base and then began to work both your hand and mouth in tandem. You also grabbed onto Ithan’s thighs, trying to steady your body and gain leverage to move with more force.

Ithan crumbled. His face fell slack. “Y/N!”

With your name on his lips, he came undone in your mouth. Spurting ropes and ropes of cum into your throat. You swallowed around him, gently massaging his cock to elongate his pleasure.

When he stilled over you completely, you released him from your mouth with a pop and, a bit stiff in the knees, stood up before him. While Ithan was still in heaven, at least judging by the look on his face, you quickly dressed him again, closing his pants and buckling his belt.

Ithan’s arms wrapped around you tightly. You rested your head right above his heart that still hammered mercilessly in his chest. Ithan’s hands caressed your back, stroking up and down in a silent thanks. “You have no idea how amazing that felt, y/n.”

His voice sounded rough, all raspy and unbelievably hot. You wondered if he would sound just like this after you would share a bed, or even better.

You raised yourself on your tiptoes, a smug tone in your voice. “You’re welcome.”

You kissed Ithan on the lips, letting him taste at least a hint of his own release. You both groaned at the touch, letting yourself get carried away in the kiss.

He pulled away after what felt like hours, dragging his thumb over your swollen and glistening lips. “According to the law, I need to pay back your efforts, you know.”

It was your turn to swallow now. Just the thought of Ithan’s lips on your pussy made you shiver uncontrollably. He smiled at you like he knows exactly what kind of effect he had on you. He could probably smell it too, now that his own arousal slowly cleared the air and made way for your scent.

“Then I wouldn’t want to keep you from your duties.”, you finally answered. Ithan picked you up by your thighs, throwing you over his shoulder so that your upper body effectively dangled along his back. You squealed, slapping his butt playfully as he started moving out of the bathroom and towards his bed. You weren’t sure if you could take both sexy Ithan and cheeky Ithan at the same time, but you were more than willing to try.

#ithan holstrom #ithan holstrom smut #crescent city #ithan holstrom x reader #wolf pup with blue balls

[conradreinhart]

murky caramel orbs fluttered open, with an immediate pang of defeat coursing through every vein in his body. those same eyes squinted up at the welcoming — or lack thereof — as the sunlight flooded behind the cave of the curtains. warm, cozy and fulfilling. however, the space that used to be taken up beside him was now vacant. and yet, the aroma of a foreign body spray that didn’t belong to him folded in to clash with the air as it evaporated from above. there was a certain angle of loneliness that couldn’t be helped. as the gold band that wrapped around to hug the knuckle of his ring finger, it was a constant reminder of empty promises. vows broken the mere moment they were spoken. no truth, no honesty, no security. after two years of misplaced regret, all points culminated to an end. an end that was said to have been a long time coming. one that conrad reinhart had hoped helplessly would never be. there was an urgent cry echoing from the nearby bedroom, as both feet clambered onto the hardwood floor and seemingly raced to be by the two year-old’s side. “hey, buddy. i’m here, daddy’s right here,” the words were a temporary bandaid of what the little boy was searching for. his mother, of course. underneath very ill-tempered tantrum that most two year-olds experienced, there was the same problem that he couldn’t quite shake. at times it almost felt as though he were a single parent, and although he ultimately wasn’t about to take for granted the extra time that murphy spent with him, carmen was equally missing out on the toddler’s youth.

the time? was two forty-five. the raven haired dancer had just witnessed his wife slithering into the back door, as quiet as she may have been, it was conrad who attended to the baby monitor in one hand and a fist balled up to turn on the light fixture in the other. tonight, of all nights, he wasn’t amused with playing her games. “where have you been all night?” was easily the most asked question when assessed with a situation like this. truthfully the man didn’t expect an answer to withstand the results of a polygraph test. the evidence was clear as the day was long. her make-up was smudged, lipstick bleeding from one cheek to the other. her once smooth, luscious golden locks now frizzy, pieces of curls knotted and combed at as if she were building a nest atop of her head. her alarmed stumbling was paired with the distinct shaking of her head. any stalling to collect an appropriate lie that her husband was already well prepared for. “get out of the house, i don’t want murphy to see you like this. i don’t want him to see you at all. we can talk when you’re sober,” he affirmed, though wavering cracks muffed through his tone as an underlying depth of panic. distrust. gut-wrenching agony. and that was the end.

or so he thought. cradling his son into his hip, there were moments that flickered into his subconscious that each time he looked into murphy’s eyes, he was reminded of carmen. the carmen he knew of long before the grocery list of betrayal had started. it was easy to place the blame on himself. it was what he always did. they had gotten married too young, they were practically children themselves. it was the only option the reinhart family felt suited them all. in their close community, people talked. and so with whatever duty it was that conrad was displaying for his family, he had convinced himself that whatever this was, was love. it had to be. there was no other way. all couples met their fair share of polarizing issues. what did he know if they couldn’t find an angle of normalcy again? it was as if his heart lived outside of his own body, in the form of murphy. his saving grace. as any father would do, conrad hoped that staying in this circumstance would mean he would have two eligible parents. in case while most others didn’t. and as he then parted from the house that early morning as his mother agreed to occupy his son for the time being, he needed closure. or clarity. or whatever it was that he strove for to find any sort of reassurance for the future.

it had began as an innocent plea for help. or so he thought. with his feet doted at the edge of the door of someone who he was sure would find his presence at her home off putting. at the very least. but as he racked his fist over to knock on the frame, the muscle in his chest quickly paced, thudding in overwhelming anxiety and terror over it all. should he even be here? where were his priorities aligned when he could make no sense of it all? each second that melted away, was more cause for confusion. what a tangled web it was, that left him with no choice but to find the solace he was in desperation of.

#there is salvation in the form of your grace.

[aiyexayen]

pridewrite day 11 time~

day 11: domestic/poly, ft. han ying/jin zixuan

"This is very domestic," Han Ying observes.

He is standing in the corner of the private kitchen as if he's a palace guard, which to be fair he has spent a lot of time being. Straight-backed, hands clasped behind him, Han Ying manages to wear his Jin-gold robes more like a soldier than any disciple has before.

Aware of his own limitations, he will be first to admit he has never been extremely good at the disguise and infiltration part of this job, not like Zhuangzhu, but he is still perfectly competent or he would not have been assigned here. And truly, when he is in public, his mask is passable. Here in this--this cozy setting, though...well, he's just not used to it. Even after an entire season spent living adjacent. So the indolent affability he put on in the dining hall this afternoon slips away, replaced with something more rigid and comfortable.

In spite of his own stiffness, Han Ying's observation is not incorrect; Jin Zixuan at least is in a rare state of undress with his fine outer robe off and his sleeves held back, hair tossed over his shoulder, bustling around the small lamplit space.

It's not the first time Han Ying has seen him like this. In the few weeks he's been in Lanling, he's already noted how natural Jin Zixuan looks when cooking or gardening; it's truly obvious enough that even one not trained by Zhou Zishu himself in observation couldn't miss it. Jin Zixuan takes to such things with as much poise as he does swordplay or archery--his awkward, stilted manner sloughs off and the light of purpose sparks confidence in his eyes. It's good to see.

He has many nights thought fondly, and with some small humour, about the drastic difference between Jin Zixuan in this setting to anywhere else. It is, however, the first time Han Ying has felt at ease enough to comment on it.

"Indeed," Jin Zixuan responds with a small smile. Han Ying counts such a smile as a personal victory, even if it is given to the chopping board.

That ought to be the end of it but Jin Zixuan turns to face Han Ying abruptly. He takes a short breath, then opens his mouth to say something--and lets it out in a rush instead. He takes another one, tries again. "Han Ying. You're not on duty tonight."

Before Han Ying can even open his mouth, Jin Zixuan cuts him off with a shake of his head. "I don't mean--I mean, don't go. Just--you're not on duty right now. Sit down."

It is something caught between an invitation and an order. Han Ying does not take orders from Jin Zixuan, or anyone in Jinlin Tai, in fact, except as a cover. They do not even have the power to dismiss his services or send him away, though they of course believe they do. He answers only to Zhuangzhu--oh, and Wangye, of course, not that Wangye has any notice or care of such trivial details as this mission.

The earnestness in Jin Zixuan's eyes says that this is not intended as an order at all, though, in spite of his tone. As an invitation, a plea, it's almost worse. Han Ying feels his shoulders tense and he sets them with purpose.

"I am on duty until such time as Jin-gongzi no longer requires Tianchuang's assistance."

"No," Jin Zixuan says firmly. "Not tonight. And don't call me gongzi, please."

Han Ying does not want to have this argument. He also does not want to move from his defensible place in the corner or give up his familiar cordiality. In no way does he want to be made to bring his mask in here, too, play his character even in the one place he can set it down just for the sake of a young lord's comfort. A rare luxury, perhaps, when undercover, and one he should be less attached to, but he'd truly thought, of all people, that Jin Zixuan would not ask such a thing from him. He is saved from a response by a small commotion on the stove.

Jin Zixuan turns to see to it; the bubbles simmer down. Stillness is an awkward reprieve, but it allows Han Ying a moment to think.

Tonight, Jin Zixuan said. Tonight is not always.

Jin Zixuan's forearm flexes when he grips the wooden spoon and as Han Ying's eyes get lost tracing the path of it up to Jin Zixuan's lips his mind presents him with other details he had failed to piece together.

Sit down.

The table just beyond the kitchen is tucked in a drapery-hung nook--this whole place being something of a nest, evoking the feeling of a small cottage more than a suite in a grand place like Jinlin Tai. The only way to sit without leaving the room is to sit at the table. Which has, as is customary, been set for two places.

With a thoughtful sort of hum, Jin Zixuan reaches for a jar of some herb or spice. Han Ying does not recognise its purpose in flavour but he absently registers it as Not Poison.

"Is Jiang-guniang joining you this evening?" Han Ying asks, blunt.

They dine together a few times a week but it is not unusual for Jiang Yanli to be absent at this point; when they are not both cooking, she is often sent for only after the table is ready. Jin Zixuan seems glad enough to be joined by her, but still skittish of being simply observed by her. Luckily he has no such reservations about his guard. In fact, frequently he will step over and feed Han Ying this or that from his wooden spoon, or make him take a bite of something from his fingers, asking for his opinions so he can better impress his intended.

Jin Zixuan bites his lip, not looking up, and Han Ying knows at once that he is as much of an idiot as Qin Jiuxiao always laments. He still blinks at the sound of the simple, "No."

"Oh," Han Ying breathes. He doesn't mean to. It happens anyway.

Whatever his face looks like, when Jin Zixuan does finally meet his eyes, must be reassuring because Jin Zixuan grins, soft and sweet. Han Ying basks in it.

And then, finally getting around to perhaps what he should have started with, Jin Zixuan asks, "Han Ying, will you have dinner with me tonight?"

Han Ying inclines his head and feels a smile on his own face. "It would please me to accept."

#pridewrite #pridewrite2022 #pw11 #pwalt11 #word of honor #the untamed #jin zixuan #han ying #i hope they kissed #i bet they had a very nice dinner and then zixuan did something extra adorable and ying'er just leaned over and SMOOCHED HIM