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kookznoona · 1 year

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Make A Mess ||Oneshot|| Jeon Jungkook SMUT

Pairing: Dom! Jungkook x Sub! Reader

Rating: 18+, Smut, Swearing

Warnings: SMUT, Mature Language and Mature Content

Genre: Boyfriend!Jungkook Dom!Jungkook Sub!Reader

Description: (read the 'Anonymous asked' Request Prompt)

Word Count: 1.2 K

Summary: It's been days. You're Horny.

Anonymous Asked:

soft domjk x oc. she’s on her ovulating days and constantly keeps getting wet. They both are lying on the bed, she is on his lap straddling him, sleeping on his chest. jk is scrolling on his phone. When he feels her wet in her panties. He doesn't miss the chance to tease her and touch her while babying her to the extreme until she sqeaks. A jungkook one pleaaaaaaaaaaaase.

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Jungkook has always been the shy yet bold boyfriend.

He's reserved but is at his best at all times. You couldn't have ever imagined your sex life more exciting than this, there's simply no room for boredom.

You hadn't played with your pussy for a long time now.

Today was day three. And it feels like it has been almost a month since you've orgasmed. Earlier, it wasn't a huge deal to go a day or two without it, but Jungkook spoils you with his touch everytime the both of you are alone, making it impossible to endure for so long. It was never the same room or the same piece of furniture. He knew you too well, he didn't take too much time to gauge your likes and dislikes in the bedroom. He knew exactly what makes you whimper and scream. How to edge you and tease your pussy lips in an irresistible manner making you crave for more and more every time.

It had been 144 Hours, you craved his fingers inside your wet hole. You close your eyes imagining how your tight walls clenching tightly around his fingers felt. You whine, feeling your pussy clench around thin air, wanting nothing more than being filled. It frustrates you.

Jungkook laid out the rules right at the beginning, only 3 rules. No touching yourself, using the safeword whenever it felt more harm than good and always saying an 'I love you, Daddy' after an argument even if you're still angry.

Jungkook opened the door with his keys. You jumped and internally did your victory dance. He's Back.

"Baby, I'm home" he says

"Hiee, I missed you" you peck his cheek

"Babe, I'm taking a shower, then, we'll cuddle" he says

"Kay" you reply

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Jungkook jumped on to the bed and gave you a back hug while you were lying down. Practically spooning you

"Hi baby" he says

"Hi Kook, how was your day?"

"It was good, today was not so hectic and less tiring than yesterday, so overall, it was pretty good"

"That's nice to hear" you reply back, facing the other side

"Baby, turn towards me, I wanna see you"

You turn and gaze at him. He was just in his boxers, scrolling his phone casually, his wet hair covering most of his forehead, his eyebrows creased with thought a faint blush unlike yours on his cheeks. You're unable to hold yourself and place a kiss on his lips. He further pulls you in his embrace and you place your head over his chest, hearing his heartbeat. Your body warms up even more with the closeness. You whine with the need of getting filled up, images of Jungkook pounding into you clouding your mind and you let out a soft moan. This does not go unnoticed by him.

"Baby wassup?" He asks in his raspy voice, still scrolling his phone.

"Nothing" you say and nuzzle in his chest. He then cheekily slips his leg between your thighs and playfully spanks you, making you whimper. And that's when he feels it. He feels the wetness of your pussy on his leg.

He caresses your red cheeks, placing a kiss on your nose.

"Baby, tell me, why're you pouting so much?"

"I- uhm- well- I thought maybe- we could"

And that's when he presses his thigh against your cunt, making you automatically grind against him.

"Daddy- pweasee"

"So my puppy was needy, hmm? I can feel your wetness on my thigh little one, such a dirty little girl"

You simply moan back overwhelmed

"Those panties are soaked right now, let's take them off, princess" he says, pulling off your underwear.

He later begins to tease your folds with his fingers. He knows you too well and that you're a pathetic whore at his fingers mercy. Tattooed and Skillful. He can find your sweet spot easily just with a curl of his index and middle finger. Just then, he collects your juices and prods one of his fingers inside of you

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Such a needy slut I have here, needing Daddy's cock every moment cause your greedy little hole just can't get enough, did you touch yourself while Daddy was gone?"

"N-no Daddy"

"So it's been days now, hmm? How many days has it been?" He asks applying more pressure

"Ahh- Daddy- mmh"

"Answer me kitten, or are you too dumb to answer?"

"Want cock Daddy, please gimme y'r Cock"

"Such a dumb baby, can't think of anything except Daddy's cock"

Jungkook pulls his thigh away from your body, watching your eyes fill with tears with frustration and your fists punch the pillow.

"Behave doll"

"D-daddy I promise- I didn't touch myself- I've been good, I just wanna cum on your cock so hard"

"Alright, since you've been good, and good girls get rewarded, but on one condition- Not a single sound should leave those pretty lips"

You simply frown at his words, it's impossible and he knows it. He loves to hear you and you can't help but be vocal during sex, it's impossible to keep quiet. Why was he giving you such a cruel punishment? You didn't know. But you knew better than to argue and get denied.

The outline of his cock through his boxers looks absolutely mouthwatering, the ache between your legs grows tenfold.

Your eyes gleam at his words "Daddy" you squeal in happiness while hugging him and pressing your lips against his to share a passionate kiss.

"Princess, ride me"

You immediately pull off his boxers and ask for permission to sit on his dick feeling ever so horny and needy. He nods and you sit on him, moaning aloud, feeling the most filled up. And that's when he spanks you for misbehaving.

"Forgot the rules already, such a dumb slut"

"Daddy, please"

"Please what?" He asks cocking an eyebrow and lightly slapping your clit

"Ple-ase lemme cum"

"Look at you, you're the one on top, yet I'm in control, I own you babygirl" he growls, sending shivers down your spine. He gently pushes his thumb in your mouth which you automatically suck on.

You hurriedly grind your clit against him while his cock hits against your g-spot repeatedly making your legs shake with pleasure.

"Slow down, not yet, doll. No cumming" he says sternly while holding your hips trying to slow you down

You let out a loud whine and shake your head furiously, "N-no D-daddy I want it" you say, rocking back and forth. Eyes rolling at the back of your head, in a flash you cum all over him. Your thick essence coating his balls and the sheets. You seem to be cumming for an eternity. He growls at the sight, your pussy fluttering around his cock while it leaks more and more cum ruining the sheets.

"Damn babygirl, you're getting really disobedient, you really want to feel filled up and make a mess that bad huh?"

"M'sorry D-daddy" you say, feeling your face get hot with embarrassment, you really couldn't help it, you needed it.

You cover your face with your hands feeling shy. Jungkook is quick to push your hands off your face and place a gentle kiss on your forehead

"If that's the case, there's no stopping baby" he says flipping you

"Mhhmph D-addy"

"Let's see how many times you can make a mess on Daddy's cock tonight"

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dreamescapeswriting · 2 years

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Everything’s A Competition ~ KSJ [M] [Request]

⤜WORD COUNT: 5.8K

⤜PAIRING: Seokjin x Fem!Reader

⤜GENRE: Smut minors DNI, Academic rivals to lovers, mentions of cheating ex, established relationship, protected sex, protective Jin, angst, fluff, competing against one another, cute,

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - July 2022

⤜MASTERLIST

The bell rang about ten minutes ago but you hadn't been dismissed yet, you were still waiting for your results from yesterday's test to be handed out and today's test to be collected in. Not that it mattered to you anyway, you hadn't even been able to write anything but your name on the papers before freaking out and staring out of the window for some kind of relief. This wasn't where you wanted or needed to be right now, you needed your bed and all of the gross breakup movies that you could find. The kind of movies that made you yell at the people on screen. Instead, you were waiting for your test to be over so you could go back to your dorm and pretend that the rest of the world no longer existed to you.

"Miss Yln," You looked up at the teacher and then down at your paper that was blank in front of you, it was obvious that Mrs Lee was concerned about you but you blew it off. You didn't need fake sympathy from her or anybody else in your life.

"Another blank one..." She could have at least tried to whisper but instead, everyone who was inside of your advanced mathematics turned to look at you after hearing those words. Including Jin who was staring at you with his mouth hanging open a little, he couldn't believe you'd handed in a blank paper. It wasn't like you at all.

Jin and yourself were at the top in all of your classes that you had together at college and you were constantly being put head to head in different bets that students had. All of them wanted to know who was going to get the top score on all of your tests, comparing your scores with one another and making you academic rivals for almost two years now. It was something the two of you embraced, it was something to keep you on the edge and give you a little more motivation to keep trying to beat him all of the time.

"It's surprising, I'll give you a retest when you're feeling like yourself again," Mrs Lee told you before walking away and going to collect all of the papers from everyone where. People began to murmur to one another as though you weren't in the room and you stared back out of the window.

It was tiring being stared at all of the time it wasn't a zoo and yet everyone pointed, whispered and stared at you all of the time ever since the news had dropped about you and your ex. Poor Yn, getting cheated on again and again by the jock that ruled over the college campus. It was exhausting having to deal with their staring all of the time and even more exhausting trying to keep up with Jin in class. You were through with competing and quite honestly, you were through with all of your classes. None of it felt good to you anymore, you used to love going to class and studying but everything was going piss up and you didn't want to do this anymore.

"I expect everyone to be here tomorrow, on your best behaviour." Your tutor said to everyone before dismissing you all to go back to your dorms and study. The class began to flood out and you packed up your backpack, sliding up the hood of your hoodie wanting to get out of the room without being spotted.

Tomorrow was a field trip that everyone within the college seemed to be going on it was mandatory though it was supposed to be something fun to make up for all of the tests everyone had been working hard on.

"Hey, Idiot." Jin's called out as you stepped out into the hallway. Your whole body tensed up as you heard him. You didn't want to get into this right now, not with him so you continued walking down the hall with your head hanging low.

"Leave me alone Jin." You mumbled a little too harshly but he frowned at you. It wasn't like you to be like this, usually, you'd come back at him with your own greeting so he knew there was something going on with you.

"Hey, I was only about to gloat, no need to be so rude." He forced out a laugh to let you know that he was only joking with you but you didn't even stop and speak to him you just walked away with him following behind you.

"Not in the mood." You were doing your best not to yell or draw any kind of unwanted attention to you both but you knew Jin wasn't going to drop this. Not until you either yelled or he found out what was going on with you.

"Jesus, what's crawled up your arse today?"

"Fuck off!" You snapped spinning around to face him. You'd yelled a little too loudly and were now beginning to gain attention from people in the halls who began whispering to one another. Great, just what you needed more rumo’s urs flying around. Jin stared at you as he assessed everything that was going on with you. Wearing sweats and a hoodie when he knew well that you took great pride in your appearance and would never show up to class late. Then there was everyone watching you all of the time, he'd be a fool not to notice that something was happening. He might have been your academic rival but he wasn't going to win because of some kind of technicality with you.

Sighing to himself his hand gently grasped your elbow and he began pulling you to the side of the hall so you wouldn't be in anybody's way.

"What's going on with you?" He asked as you stared back at him, there was no makeup on your face and you looked tired. More tired than when you did if you'd stayed up all night studying. Jin knew that because the two of you would constantly battle on study nights in the library, staying up far too late trying to best one another.

"Nothing. What do you want?" You breathed out, trying to remain calm as you looked at him. The last thing you wanted to do right now was to spill your broken heart out to Jin you both had better things to do than that.

"How did you do on yesterday's test?" He questioned with a giant smirk,

"Why?" You narrowed your eyes at him as he began to go through the bag that was around his shoulder, smiling brightly as he pulled out the papers for you to see,

"I got 98% baby! I'm beating you once again," 98%? He was beating you again, you'd done everything that you could last month to beat him on every test you'd taken. Seeing the score in front of you did nothing though, it didn't even make you want to try and beat him. If anything, it made you feel worse.

The fact that you were letting some idiot who broke your heart ruin your test scores and yet you couldn't seem to get out of the funk. It was killing you that you felt so unmoved by everything, so numb.

"Cool." You shrugged it off and smiled at him,

"What did you get?" Jin questioned, putting his away and jumping up and down on the spot, excited to see what your results were from everything. This was one of the many things that kept him motivated throughout your time at college, constantly getting to see if you were doing better than him.

"I failed." You told him plainly, shrugging your shoulders as you kept the paper clutched in your hand.

"Liar." Jin scoffed thinking that this was some kind of joke that you were playing on him. It wasn't like you at all to fail a test, Jin knew you too well to think you would fail something unless it was on purpose. Some new tactic to try and lore Jin into a faux sense of security?

"No. I failed." You held out the papers for him to see and his smile dropped from his face,

"You're a fucking liar, let me see." He snatched the papers from your hand and looked down at the papers, there was nothing written on them except for your name and a giant F written across the top. Followed by a note from Mrs Lee asking you to speak with her, he couldn't believe it. How could you fail advanced math when it was the one subject you always seemed to get 99% or 100% if you really committed yourself to it. Jin had never seen you have an F before in his whole time of knowing you.

"Holy shit, this is shit. You're failing?! You need a study buddy. I can do it, I mean, I can't keep going without you competing against me Yn! If...If you don't compete against me I'm going to turn into this big loser who just wanted to get the best scores for no reason other than a personal gain! My ego! It'll be too big to handle!"

"You need to grow up," You mumbled, snatching the papers back from him and scrunching them up into the bottom of your bag so you wouldn't have to look at them again.

"We're the top in class! We're supposed to be rivals! We're supposed to battle one another all of the time for the top spot in class," You began walking away from him again but he was hot on your trail, this conversation wasn't just going to be over like that.

"You can't just let me win. I'll start thinking I'm better than everyone else and it'll all be your fault you know?" He was trying to get you to laugh with him but every time he bought it all up you just wanted to get away from him.

"Whatever Jin, you're the best. Just drop it." You grumbled, stopping at your locker and throwing your bag inside before shutting it. Jin stared at you, there was clearly something bothering you so much you weren't even attempting to make a jab back at him. The two of you would usually have a playful back and forth with one another but all of that was gone.

"Yn it's all because of you because you can't pull yourself together and study for a little while! Don't be so pathetic and study."

"Jin." You warned him, looking back at him with darkened eyes. It wasn't because you were pathetic, you were heartbroken and didn't know what to do with yourself. Eric had been everything to you and now he was gone, he cheated on you and it made you feel as though the floor had been swiped out from right under you.

"I'm going to make you study for this resit. You're going to have to do better than my 98% in order for all to be right in the world again." He had a giant smile on his face and it was big enough that you had fluttered a little at the thought of him making you study. The idea of him going through so much effort for you,

"Jin." You whined a little.

"What?! I'm serious. I'm forcing you to study, but it's all for selfish reasons. Don't go thinking I like you or anything. You're not allowed to do anything but study with me from this point on. I'm not letting my future be ruined because you won't compete against me anymore," He warned as you shook your head at him, rubbing the bridge of your nose before letting out a loud sniffle and tears began to roll down your cheeks.

"Okay...Maybe the ruining my future comment was a little harsh...Is something going on?" He panicked. In the last two years Jin had only ever seen you cry twice, once was because of a spider on your desk and the second was because you got an award but they were nothing compared to this.

This cry was scary, you were silent and letting the tears roll down your face as though you didn't even notice that you were crying.

"Please, like you don't already fucking know." You snapped, Jin frowned he hadn't heard of anything happening but he'd been busy with hellfire club and studying to take notice of gossip. Had you and Eric gotten into another one of your dumb fights, again?

"Know what?" He leaned his shoulder against a locker as you stared back at him, letting out a dry and forced laugh.

"Maybe you're not the smartest then," You mumbled, using the sleeves of your hoodie to wipe the tears away from your cheeks as you sniffled a little. Jin stretched his hand out and rubbed your shoulder gently,

"What's going on with you Yn? I know we don't get along but you can talk to me..."

"Why?" You narrowed your eyes at him. It wasn't as though you two hated one another but you did have a rivalry together and you weren't exactly friends. Jin was just there all of the time, you would talk and hang out but you weren't friends...At least you didn't think you were.

"Because I can be nice." He smirked as you rolled your eyes at him playfully,

"Liar." You mumbled,

"Tell me what's wrong, this isn't like you." You stilled for a moment and swallowed the limp in your throat. This was going to be the first time telling anybody except for your mum, Eric had made sure to tell everyone else that he'd cheated on you.

"Eric cheated on me." The words hardly came out but Jin's smile dropped from his face as he heard what you said.

"What?" Even though he heard he wanted you to say it again. He needed to hear it so he didn't think that this was all inside of his head.

"He cheated on me...so we're not together anymore." That explained why everyone was staring at you this week and not to mention why you had failed your last couple of tests.

"Oh...and that's why you failed?" He quizzed looking at you as you laid your head on the cold metal of the locket, whining a little as you nodded your head.

"Yeah."

"Whoa...I mean...It's good that you're not with him anymore, he was an arsehole."

"Jin," You whined turning your head to look at him. Jin had never expressed how he felt about Eric in front of you, mostly because the most you and Jin talked about was about studying and never about personal matters. It was just the way the two of you rolled together,

"I'm serious. I'm glad you broke up with him, he's such a pretentious dick and he always liked the fuck around. You know what?" He finished with a question and looked at you,

"What?"

"He always thought we were together behind his back like I would ever go near you." He teased, gently jabbing your sides making a small hint of a smile play on your lips.

"Seriously though, are you okay?" He questioned, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as you let out a loud breath and relaxed a little. It was the first time someone had asked you that, the only time someone had admitted Eric was a dick. Since almost all of the football team had congratulated Eric on cheating on you most of the school followed their path.

"You're the first person to ask me that. Everyone else has just been staring at me and waiting for me to start crying. Or they just point and whisper about me as if I don't know what they're doing." You covered your hands with your face before letting out a long sigh.

"Have you?" Jin raised an eyebrow, you'd cried in front of him just then but he meant a really good and proper cry. Sometimes it helped a person move on when they did that.

"Have I what?"

"Started crying?" He quizzed and you nodded,

"Yeah, but I'm...I'm over that you know? I'm over the fact that he cheated. I just feel...used, like he was only with me for things I could give to him...Then when he realised I was busy he went to other people." You shook your head at yourself. When you first got to college you had a rule, no sex, no dating and no boyfriends and yet you had broken all three of those rules.

"He's a dick...I'll totally kill him if you want? I mean, you're too precious to be hurt by some guy with a tiny dick." Jin played off the compliment by quickly adding a jab at Eric,

"That sounded like a compliment Jin, be careful." You teased as he shook his head at you, nudging your side with his hip.

"You know what I mean. You're too sweet, kind and...fuck, I'll be damned if I let you ruin your academic grades over some jock who can't even tie his own shoelaces."

"Jin." You giggled a little, it was the first time in a week you'd let out a real smile and you couldn't believe it was because of Jin of all people. The boy you were constantly battling against, the same boy who had tried to convince you to join a dumb club he was in. The same guy that had always been there for you over the years and yet you were only just realising it now.

"Look at this," A voice cooed out and your smile dropped as you turned to see Eric watching you with a smirk on his lips, his arm thrown around a cheerleader as he looked at you and Jin together

"The two loveless losers together, fucking already? She's a good lay right Jin? Such a nice and tight pussy." Eric smirked as you stared down at the floor, people all tuning in to listen to what he was saying. The whispering started up again and you wanted nothing more than to crawl into your locker until Eric left you alone.

"Why don't you go run along and take your steroids, Eric?" Jin smirked while your head turned to look at Jin, your eyes widened with fear. Eric wasn't just going to let him get away with talking to him like that and everyone in the hallway knew it as they all let out small gasps.

"What the fuck did you say to me, freak?" Eric's arm dropped from the cheerleader and people were already beginning to chant "fight" at both of the men while recording. This isn't how you pictured the day going and you grabbed Jin's hand, trying to get him to drop this but Jin was completely numb to you being there now.

"You heard me. Run along and take your drugs so we don't have to deal with you and your tiny brain," Jin stepped closer to Eric, easily towering over him as Eric smirked up at Jin. Eric gave you a quick glance before staring back at Jin,

"You're so protective over her, what is it? Is it her pussy? I remember it was pretty good! Especially when she bled all over my cock for her first time!" Everyone laughed as you felt yourself wanting to sink into the floor and never appear again. Eric had been the only guy you'd ever slept with before and he knew that which was why he was using it as a weapon.

"There really is nothing like breaking in a virgin, but right now she's probably a worn-out whore-" He didn't get to finish his sentence as Jin launched himself at Eric, slamming his fists into his face as his vision was blurred with furry. No one in the world was allowed to talk about you that way especially not some lowlife jock with nothing better to do with his time.

"JIN!" You yelled out trying to grab him and stop him from causing any more of a scene but people were cheering them on and begging Eric to hit him back.

"Come on, I thought you were the big mean jock. Hit me," Jin urged as he dodged a hit from Eric and laughed as the jock began to stumble over his own feet.

"I thought you were supposed to be good at this shit," Jin smirked punching Eric in the side as he grunted out at the force of Jin's punch. He stood up straight and began to stumble toward Jin but he barely made it a few steps before Jin hauled him by his collar and punched him in the face again,

"JIN!" You screamed wanting this to end, but Jin didn't. He wanted Eric to pay for what he said and did to you, he wasn't going to let him get away with this shit.

"Fucking sick bastard!" Jin roared, hitting him again as the sound of crunching bone ripped through the air followed by a scream of pain from Eric. Eric clutched his nose and swung his free hand at Jin in a clumsy attempt to hit him back but Jin kneed him in the stomach and his fist connected with his jaw.

Blood flew onto the floor and Eric fell down onto his knees looking up at Jin with a glare, Jin stared back at him before looking at you.

"You okay?" Jin questioned as you nodded your head, a little shaken up to see someone fight for you the way that Jin did.

"Pussy whipped," Eric spat out before people began running out of the halls, you grabbed Jin by his arm and began pulling him to walk away.

"Come on, I'll clean you up but we need to not get caught," You whispered but it was too late. Mrs Lee was already staring at you with her arms folded across her chest, looking at the scene around her.

"Mr Kim! Miss Yln!" Mrs Lee yelled out as you stared up at Jin, hoping she was going to let this one slide since it was the first time either of you had ever gotten into an altercation.

"Nurses station now. Eric, go to your coach!" She spat out orders and you didn't wait around to be yelled at so you began dragging Jin in the direction of the nurse's station.

"Are you trying to get suspended?" You asked him angrily, pulling him down the halls as he stared at anything but you.

"He was being a cunt."

"Jin." You warned him,

"I'm serious," He mumbled as you pushed him into the nurse's room and locked the door behind you. You knew how to take care of a couple of cuts and scrapes, you could easily look after Jin and scold him for doing something dumb.

"Easy," Jin hissed as you applied a little alcohol to the cut on his knuckle, you shook your head at him. All of this could have been avoided if he had just ignored Eric, just as you do. Jin was sitting on top of the nurse's bed while you stood between his legs cleaning up his wounds,

"These aren't warrior wounds you know. This isn't that dumb game you play in your club. I don't need you to defend my honour, I'm not some princess in your board game." You mumbled, wiping the knuckle as he looked at you, a small smirk playing on his lips. It was cute that you paid attention to what he did outside of academics,

"So you do know what the club is." He teased as you rolled your eyes at him. It was hard to avoid when all he and his friends did was talk about it whenever they were in the library or in the canteen together.

"How can I not? I hear you guys talking about it all of the time." You threw the cotton pad into the bin and began applying another one, Jin bit down on his tongue before speaking.

"Eddie is very good at creating ideas for the game," He smiles at you and you looked back at him shaking your head,

"You didn't have to do this for me though..." You looked at his hands and back to his face, there wasn't a scratch on him since Eric hadn't been able to get a single hit in.

"I did,"

"To be honest...I didn't know you had it in you," You laughed a little as Jin stared at you. His eyes flicking between your lips and your eyes as you swallowed the lump in his throat,

"No?"

"I-It was kind of hot," You admitted shyly as Jin felt his cheeks beginning to flame.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah...Like...R-Really fucking hot," You breathed out as you looked at his lips. You'd never wanted to kiss someone more than you wanted to kiss him right now.

"I-I really want to kiss you," You whispered as he looked back at you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he bought you closer.

"I thought you'd never ask." Just like that, your lips connected. It was a soft kiss but the effects were the same as a full make-out session. Sparks flew all over your body and heat grew deep inside of your stomach and you whimpered. Your pulse was raising as you wrapped your arms around the back of Jin's neck, wanting to wrap your entire body around him and devour him until every piece of him was inside of you.

"J-Jin," You breathed out as he ran his tongue along your bottom lip seeking entry, he yanked you closer and deepened the kiss. His fist held your hoodie tightly as his tongue plundered your mouth. You pressed yourself against him and whined out, you could feel his thick erection pressed against you.

"S-Shit, Yn." He whispered as you began to run your hand down over him, shamelessly rubbing him as he let out a small whimper at your exploring hands. One hand rubbed him while the other inched beneath his shirt too impatient to wait for him to remove the top. Jin groaned before claiming your mouth again, kissing you deeply and with wanting and hunger. It was something you'd never experienced before and you were never going to get enough of it.

"Here?" He whispered when he felt you unbuckling his belt, pulling away slowly as you nodded at him. Your core throbbed and your nipples could cut through glass, you needed him. Right here. Right now.

"Please," You breathed out as you felt how hot your skin was getting while Jin whimpered and nodded at you in agreement.

"Fuck, come here," He begged as he jumped down from the bed, laying you down on his place before kissing you once again with so much lust he never wanted to stop. His cock was throbbing beneath his jeans, he wanted to bury himself deep inside of you as quickly as he could but a part of him wanted to savour this. He was so worried you would never want to do this again.

"Are you sure?" He whispered as you pushed down the sweats you were wearing and nodded at him. You were more than sure about this, you needed and wanted Jin.

"I need you, Jin," You told him before he kissed you again, both of you removing items of clothing until you were completely naked in front of one another.

"You're so beautiful," He whispered while his fingers slowly moved down your body until he reached your core, making you whimper and buck your hips up to meet his hand. Jin was so much hotter than you originally thought, he was ripped under his clothes and so much bigger than Eric it made your core clench at the thought of him being inside of you.

"Cute," Jin chuckled before slowly rubbing his fingers over your clit, a loud moan fell from your lips as he watched your chest slowly rise and fall with every breath you took.

"I have one condition to this," He whispered before moving his hand away from your pussy and slowly moving up to your face,

"You're mine." He whispered to you, kissing you softly as he slowly moved his hand down every inch of your skin,

"Your boobs are mine, your pussy is mine, your ass is mine." He smirks touching each body part he mentioned before rubbing your clit again, each movement of his fingers making you whimper louder than before.

"You belong to me now,"

"F-Fuck! Yes, Jin. I'm yours," You didn't need to be told twice, you just didn't want him to stop what he was doing with his fingers, and he slowly thrust two of them in to you as you cried out loudly. Clenching around his fingers as he smiled in approval as you continued to moan his name out.

"That's my girl," He breathed out as he slowly began to pump his fingers in and out of you, using the heel of his hand to massage your clit.

"Not too loud, you don't want nurse Ratched to come and see what's going on do you?" He smirked evilly as he continued to move his fingers into you, our eyes met and you moaned out again. At a complete loss for words as he continued to fuck you with only his fingers,

"You're so hot," He moaned out as he continued to stretch you out with his fingers, kissing your neck as your mind began to get hazy. Your pleasure making you completely lost,

"J-Jin...I-It feels-"

"Did he never make you cum before?" The smirk on Jin's lips only grew wider as you nodded at him, Eric had never been able to make you finish before so you'd always had to fake it

"Cum for me. Let me hear you." Jin begged as he continued to fuck his fingers into you. Your thoughts were consumed by him and only him as you cried out at how good it felt. You clenched around him tightly as your pleasure built and your legs began to shake.

"S-Shit!" You screamed out before your orgasm tipped you over, your nails digging into the paper lining of the bed and ripping it as you came around his fingers.

"Fuck." Jin breathed out as he pulled his fingers out of you and licked them clean, your eyes staying on him the entire time as you slowly reached your hand out to pump him.

"Y-Yn, we cant." He whispered as you frowned,

"I don't have a condom." He admitted shyly before you bit your lip and looked around the small room.

"T-There'll be one here." You told him before he began looking through all of the drawers finally finding a box full and smirking at you,

"You're in for a long time, baby." He chuckled as he came back over to you, quickly putting the condom on and joining you on the bed as you smirked at him.

"Please, I bet you cum as soon as you enter me," You said playfully as he looked down at you and smirked while he ran his cock through your drenched folds.

"Shall we see who cum's fist?" He quizzed making you giggle a little,

"Is everything a competition with you?

"Only with you." He smirked before slowly pushing into you and whimpering as he held himself still inside of you. Your eyes were screwed shut as you tried to get used to the size of him. You could feel every inch of him stretching you out and tightly around him.

"Oh shit," You moaned out as opened your eyes slowly and looked at him, he blushed as he leaned down to kiss you. You felt like heaven to him, as though he'd finally been in a place he was supposed to be all of this time.

"Y-You can move," You whispered, it must have sounded pathetic but you didn't care. Jin slowly began to move, thrusting softly in and out of you causing you to whimper after every thrust.

"Jin," You moaned out wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and bringing him into a deep kiss.

"Feel so fucking good," He moaned out as he began to thrust in and out of you a little faster now, no longer being able to hold himself back from you. You were happy to die right here and now, to die in his arms in complete ecstasy that he was giving to you.

"Holy fuck!" Your back arched away from the bed and he smirked down at you. His cock moving in and out of you making you feel unlike anything you'd ever experienced before,

"Please Jin," You whispered not wanting to play a stupid competition between you both right now. All you wanted was to cum around him, have him claim you as his own, he bit down on his lip as his hips moved eagerly inside of you.

"Please...Please! Fuck!" You begged over and over again as he continued to fuck into you, your words encouraging his movements deeper inside of you as you moved out louder. Both of you completely forgot where you were and that others could hear you, you cried out from the intensity of everything.

"J-Jin." You whimpered as you looked at him, bucking your hips up to meet him as he continued to thrust deeply into you, kissing you lovingly as you squeezed around him. Your whole body was on fire as you cried out louder and louder,

"C-Close," You told him, sweat dripping down your forehead as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. That was all it took. Your orgasm hit you and it was shattering. It had you crying out loudly leaving you breathless and shaking as your felt your arousal dripping down your legs. Jin cried out as he spilt into the condom and slowly pulled out of you, looking down at you with a smirk.

"So I think we can agree I won right?" He chuckled as you rolled your eyes at him, softly biting his arm as he shook his head at you.

"You okay?"

"Y-Yeah, just...need a minute," You giggled a little before he slowly got off the bed and began to give you your clothes back. Sliding you his "hellfire club" jacket with a proud smile,

"The princess has to wear the jacket, to symbolize our relationship," Jin said in a posh accent before you slid it on over your hoodie and looked at him.

"You're lucky I like you, dork," You teased before kissing him deeply once again.

The next day on the trip Jin and you showed up together, you were wearing his jacket and your hands were linked with one another. Showing everyone how happy you were together.

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hello I am having a dog thought overwhelm today and also a general overwhelm woo please feel free to ignore me I am just working out some feelings

I feel like I haven’t been doing much with Tiber lately just because there’s so much going on rn

my to do list is miles long today too and will be for a while until I work my way through everything I need to do

but I feel BadTM about it. partner has been getting frustrated with us lately because it feels like his separation anxiety has backslid a little

(we let him sleep on the couch with us for a few nights because with Things Going On we were too stressed to deal with getting up/his whining, so we just let him stay with us to prevent it altogether. but now he seems more Upset than usual about being put to bed in his crate. it was likely not the smartest move but when we’re both tired and I’m disabled-exhausted and he’s getting-up-at-1am-for-work-several-days-in-a-row-exhausted we were kind of at the end of our rope for a bit)

but I am so sleepy and so tired right now but it is nearly impossible to catch up on the rest I need with Puppy.

we sent him to daycare on Sunday to give us some time to catch up on house work/get him some dog socialization time, but like even then. we spent the whole time cleaning the house, not resting.

we’re managing but I am becoming Increasingly Distressed about it and it is fine and we will get through it but bleegghggrrrgh

I really want to do more reading/research on dog training and esp on separation anxiety (since that’s our biggest problem with him rn) ((but also ADHD brain is getting overwhelmed and is having trouble focusing on that because there’s SO MANY important things we need to work on him right now too. like recall. oh my god his recall training has been going so bad. well like not *bad* but he is not really getting it at all. and I’m starting to feel like I need to change up our approach…but that requires reading and learning about different ones…which brings us back to…)) but because im so TIRED I just don’t have the brainpower to focus on that.

I think I’m extra emotionally distressed because partner and I had a tense upset moment yesterday. I didn’t really take Tiber out after his morning walk because he was asleep most of the day and wasn’t asking, or even eating or drinking much, too busy sleeping (I assume being tired from daycare the previous day) and when partner went to take him out, Tiber I guess couldn’t hold it and peed by the front door while he was getting his gloves on. which. was my fault for sure. I should have taken him out even if he wasn’t indicating he needed to go. but *I* wanted to nap too. so I just slept while Tiber slept and let us keep napping. and partner, after a long day at work, was extra frustrated and upset.

and it’s fine and we talked through the outburst and cleaned up and made up. but I’m on edge a little after it. just RSD kicking in I think. but still emotionally draining.

and the other day, partner asked if I could spend more time on the dog training at home, and worry less about household chores and that he’d take over more of that responsibility instead but I personally just don’t feel like this is going to be an effective solution?

(a lot of this is because our approaches dog training are…different. he just hasn’t had as much time to do training research because his job is busy, and that plus his prior childhood experiences with raising pets was…I would say less than ideal. his parents’ attitudes towards raising animals were/are. uh. questionable at best if not outright bad. (I constantly want to kidnap their cat she is having such a bad time over there.) so him trying to take over Tiber Time to give me a break and some rest time usually ends up with me involved anyway, because I’m trying to gently nudge him from doing things that might be aversive (gentle stuff, he’s not kicking the dog or anything, but I don’t super love his first line approach being to tug firmly away from things he shouldn’t have instead of trying to call or redirect attention first, for example. obviously sometimes just grabbing him is necessary if there’s a danger but like. if it’s a sock on the ground outside or whatever) or from asking Tiber for too much and not really getting the idea of setting him up for success, or trying to pair a cue without Tiber having learned the behavior first. and none of this is the end of the world but like. I don’t want to have to change a cue because it was poisoned or unteach a bad habit or counter condition something he taught. and maybe this is my control issues coming into play but like I also think it’s important to set Tiber up for as much success as possible.)

((but also like. I’m a little frustrated also that he’d rather change around how our household works than to just. sit down and watch the videos/read the articles I send him.))

((I also get frustrated because sometimes the thing I need help with most is just staying with Tiber while I go downstairs to tidy up or take a shower or whatever. but he wants to go up to the loft to game and I don’t begrudge him this because it’s how he unwinds and also spends time with his brother, but when he does I get limited to upstairs with Tiber and can’t get anything done elsewhere.))

it’s been double hard lately because of Tiber’s vomiting and tummy troubles. vet has him on just his kibble and has allowed some plain boiled chicken for treats while we’re working out what’s up, but that means I can’t give as many options for kongs or longer lasting chews or whatever to keep him busy.

so even if I had “more time” to work with the dog, I can’t dog train all day, and I still have to watch him between sessions so he doesn’t puppy chew the house apart. and I can’t distract and occupy him as well right now without access to high value treats and likis and things. (he won’t really work for his kibble unless he’s *really* hungry and I’m not interested in starving him for the sake of some peace.) me doing chores is not really the problem I just need help watching the dog. and also a nap.

also this has reminded me that we’re out of chicken to boil so I need to get more because we have literally no treats for Tiber in this house rn.

and it’s fine and we’ll see how things go for a while first but I desperately need some quality sleep and rest to be able to actually functionally tackle anything right now and that’s just not happening currently. 🙃

and as my to do list gets longer ADHD brain wants to go more and more off the rails.

and I am just feeling dejected and overwhelmed and like I’m not enough.

bleh. I should get breakfast that’s probably where I should start. and then maybe try to grocery delivery some chicken for Tiber? I’d rather go down to the butcher but tbh I think I’m too tired for that long of a walk rn (even if it’s only 5 mins. I tired.)

I need hand holding and someone to start me on tasks man. girl help my executives are dysfunctioning.

#personal #journal #sorry for the vent #I just needed to process some emotions out loud #but because time zones none of my friends are awake #and partner is at work #and oh my god was this an ADHD rabbit chasing think

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s-division · 7 months

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⸻ august 15, 2018

characters ⸻ nam junseo, kim minho, mentioned other idols.

summary ⸻ junseo is looking for friends and finds minho instead.

warnings ⸻ kissing, slight dubious consent.

Knowing that they’re about to debut has made Junseo a little fuzzy around the edges. He feels as if he’s constantly vibrating just a slight inch to the left of his own body, the whole world around him feeling a little less real as it comes closer every day.

Safe to say he’s been a little left of sane, lately.

Normally, Junseo would find some calmth with Sangho, if not an understanding or even equally-matched enthusiasm, sometimes. However, for as long as Junseo has felt unmoored, he’s felt that Sangho has become distant from him. He hasn’t quite gotten to the point of linking the two.

In a trainee space, however, one is rarely alone for long, and Junseo has found plenty of figures to attach his aimless energy to. The latest of them is Minho, a trainee who Hyunwoo decidedly does not like and for some reason that has made him all the more attractive to Junseo—like being instructed to not push the big red button.

Junseo has pushed the button, repeatedly, to the point where he knows how to find Minho without even looking particularly hard. Or maybe Minho finds him. Maybe they find each other.

“Minho-hyung!” Junseo’s eyes brighten at the sight of the other boy, leisuring against a wall with his eyes focussed on nothing in particular. His head twitches slightly in response to the sound of Junseo's voice.

"I'm not your hyung," he reminds Junseo, as he's done practically every time they talk. Junseo cares very little though, leaning against Minho's shoulder and grinning wide.

"You are older."

"Still."

Junseo never does figure out why Minho dislikes the honorific so much. It doesn't really matter. Junseo is only teasing Minho, and Minho's never truly complained about it.

"We got our schedule yesterday. For the debut promo," Junseo says to break the silence. He's been wanting to talk to Minho (or really, anyone) about it ever since they came back to the dorms last night, but Sangho said he was too tired to talk. Minho, then, was the next best thing. "It's so packed—I knew schedules were crazy but I never expected it to be like this. On one day, we have four different interviews, a photo-op, and a music show performance. It's gonna last pretty long, too. Like… six weeks. I think I might sleep for a whole month when we're done." Junseo doesn't think about having to record another album after that. He's choosing to take things one at a time, here. "I know I'm not really meant to talk about stuff like this, but… I can trust you, right?"

For the first time that night Minho looks up at Junseo with a smile.

"Sure."

Junseo does. Minho asks if he wants to go hang out somewhere, and Junseo follows without thinking about it, leaving the dormitory halls and walking into the night with Minho. It's quiet outside in a way that Junseo can rarely appreciate—quiet usually freaks him out—but combined with Minho's calm demeanor it puts him oddly at ease. Minho doesn't really talk as they walk. He doesn't even look at Junseo while he rambles on about everything they've been doing in preparation for their debut ("they sized every piece of my body, you know! Apparently I have pretty fat wrists.") Minho just lets him ramble, and Junseo thinks he quite likes that.

“I like you,” Minho says so suddenly and forcefully that it sounds a little odd, and Junseo can’t help but giggle at it. Minho doesn’t laugh with him. “Don’t laugh at that.” Minho’s face has twisted into something uncomfortable, and it makes Junseo fall quiet. “You shouldn’t laugh at people when they tell you their feelings.”

“I… I’m sorry,” Junseo manages, still quite lost at what exactly Minho is telling him. Some sort of confession, maybe? Junseo wouldn’t dare to even think about it.

“Do you like me?” Minho asks without faltering, face still unreadable.

“I think so,” Junseo answers instantly, a little startled. It’s an answer that’s too full of doubt and maybe even a little fear, and Junseo thinks Minho will get angry with him for answering in a way he might not deem completely truthful. He doesn’t. Minho only straightens out and looks right at Junseo, who for a moment thinks Minho is about to do something horrible.

In a way, he’s right.

Minho leans forward until all Junseo can see is the black of his pupils, and then that disappears as well and Minho is kissing him. It’s soft and warm and completely foreign and Junseo thinks he should like it. He thinks he could like it, but he also knows he doesn’t. It makes his skin tingle in a strange way and all he really wants to do is push Minho away from him but he’s completely paralyzed. Minho’s tongue licks his lip and his mouth falls open against his will.

It’s his first real kiss.

When Minho leans back again Junseo realizes he kept his eyes open the entire time. He hates himself for it, and can’t help but think that he’s ruined his own first kiss in some way. He’ll always find ways to blame himself instead of Minho.

“This was fun,” Minho says after they’ve stood back up. He slides the palm of his hand against Junseo’s sweaty palm, intertwining their fingers in a way that fits just a little too tight. Junseo’s hands are sweaty and warm and uncomfortable, but he can’t shake out of Minho’s grip. “We should do it again sometime.”

It’s only when Junseo is back in his dorm, staring at the ceiling and pretending to be asleep so he can avoid the curious look Sangho is staring at him with, that he realizes that Minho never asked him if he wanted to do it again.

#fictional kpop community #*S-DIV: memories #*atlas #*leo #< only mentioned but still

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frankieispunkk · 4 months

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Frankie's girl: a Frankie Morales x plus sized oc story.

MINORS DNI. PART ONE MENTONS OF PTSD.PAST ABUSE. PAST SMUT (she is Frankie's old best friend) war, insecurities. suggestive convos. drug abuse, Frankie deserving better

summery: Frankie has just returned from his 10 year deployment in Iraq, he left behind his old high school friend Daisy who he had always secretly liked, could he make it work with them?

Daisys pov

Daisy waits at the airport for Frankie and Santi, her two oldest friends, they have been gone on and off for around 10 years now in the delta force. they have been based all over the Middle East but most recently Iraq. Frankie has always been her best friend, they even hooked up in their early 20s, Frankie being the person to take her virginity when she was 21.

she is snapped out of her daydream by a tired looking Frankie and Santi coming through arrivals. "Frankie,santi!!" she calls out.

Frankie's pov:

He could tell that voice from anywhere,his Daisy,his oldest friend apart from Santi, his "hermosa" as he always called her a teenager.

he quickly walks though arrivals and finds her, he could spot her in a sea of a million people. she was always so beautiful. her chestnut brown hair which always had ringlocks, her curvaceous body which she always hated but Frankie found the most attrative thing ever, her smile that lit up any room she went into.

Frankies immediately wraps daisy In the biggest hug. "I've missed you so much" he says trying to hold back tears. "I've missed you too Frankie" she says sofly.

DAISYS r pov: as soon as Frankie comes into view it's like you are 15 again, he is still just as handsome as before, if not even more handsome. his angler nose and deep brown eyes are now joined by a slightly Aged face with a look of sadness, you always hated seeing Frankie sad but now you are just happy to see him alive and well. when he hugs you its like all the wieght and sadness of the past ten years had disappeared you had your Frankie back.

TWO WEEKS LATER.

DAISYS POV...

You are watching tv after a long day when there is a sudden knock on the door, “it’s 10pm who is knocking at my door at 10pm” you honestly feel anxious and your guard is completely up,the reality of being a woman in society. You look through the peephole to see a very sad and possibly drunk Frankie,you last saw him yesterday and he seemed very on edge but didn’t speak about it. You open the door and he nearly falls through it,he is most definitely drunk. “Hermosa” he slurs “Frankie,you’re freezing” it’s around 5 degrees outside and is out there in a tshirt. “Wtf” you hiss at him. “I’m sorry cariño,your place was the only place I thought of” “of course” you think to yourself.

“Stay here,I’ll go get you some clean clothes.” Frankie slumps down on the sofa and groans,he didn’t want you to see him like this. Weak,drunk,and sad. He is a shell of the man he once was,his brain constantly replaying the horrors that he been through the last 8 years. He puts his hands over his face and sighs.

“Here” you say softly, “bathroom is on the right”

Frankie stumbles to his feet and you help him to the bathroom where you wait outside for him,not fully trusting him alone. “You ok in there ciso?” You use the nickname you always called him as kids,you met in 7th grade and were best friends for 10 years and then Frankie wrote to you every single month. “Uh huh” Frankie says quietly. When he returns from the bathroom you’ve already got a blanket and pillow from your bedroom “I’ve got the sofa ok? You’ve got the bed,you need it” you softly say and smile at him. “Hermosa,you don’t have to give up your bed for me. I come into your house drunk and soaking wet and you give me clean clothes,medicine and then give up your own bed for me... I'm a junkie daisy the last two years ive been abusing coke" Frankie chokes back tears. “Look at me frankie,you have been my best friend since I was 12 years old,you always took care of me through everything. Now it’s my turn to take care of you ok,I can see how much you are struggling right now sweetheart, I know about the drugs, Santi told me its not your fault I am going to get you into rehab as soon as you feel strong enough until then ,just let me take care of you ok?” He pulls you into a hug,although he smells like cheap beer there is still an element of your Frankie,a musky smell that has always been Frankie. You rub his back softly and kiss his forehead. “We will talk tomorrow I promise” Frankie says sleeply”

“Get some sleep cariño” you say.

Frankie’s pov:

“I can’t do this anymore” Frankie thinks to himself after his forth beer he takes one big swig of water then stumbles outside to walk to her place. His mind is a minefield (quite literally) and his breathing is laboured. He stops for a moment to look at the mess he had become,the beer,the coke no wonder no one wants him. Its become a coping mechanism,the drugs the alcohol,now he’s back home,this isn’t training camp anymore this isn’t the trenches either,or a empty helicopter bay he can drown himself in coke in. He’s home,in his hometown. You’re here and he wants to make things right again…”like turning up at her house unannounced at 10pm high of my tits will help” he mutters to himself as he comes to your street. He meant to knock on your door quietly but he ends up being very heavy handed with it, and nearly falling through the door when you open it. he is soaking wet and freezing "mi hermosa" Frankie slurs, "wtf" you hiss at him as he stumbles into your house "I'm sorry carino your place was the only place I could think of." he can see right through you, he can see that you are confused and angry and he doesnt blame you, he would be too. "ill get you some clean clothes,you stay here ok" you say softly, Frankie slumps on to the sofa and puts his head in his hands, "I've really fucked up" he says to himself.

'here" you say handing him the soft warm clothes, "bathroom is on the right, ill be here if you need anything"

Frankie sleepily gets up and goes to the bathroom to put the fresh clothes on, the smell like you, the soft linen smell mixed with the faint smell of your perfume the you haven't had the heart to change since you were a teenager. Frankie inhales it as he puts the sweater over his head, he loves the fact your clothes are oversized on him, you were always so embarrassed as a teenager saying it should be the other way around but Frankie had none of it, he insisted that you were beautiful and shouldn't change for anyone. he is snapped out of his daydream by you shouting if he was ok, you used his nickname "Cisco" which gave him goosebumps, no one has ever called him that apart from you, he is either "catfish" or "Francisco" to everyone else

"uh huh" he says back quietly before opening the door to see you've made a make shift bed for him on the couch which he smiles at. "here, have some water and medicine, it shoukd make you sober up quicker. also you take the bed ill take the couch, you need it."

"hermosa you don't have to give up your own bed for me, I've turned up to your house unannounced and you give me clean clothes medicine and a bed? I don't deserve any of this, the last two years have been hell, I'm addicted to coke daisy, I don't deserve a friend like you"

" look Frankie you have been my best friend since I was 12, you've helped me through such tough times now its my turn to take care of you, I know about the coke, Santi told me. I am going to be there every single step of the way I promise, I will get you into rehab when you are ready but until then I'm taking care of you ok?

Frankie is overwhemed with emotion and the only thing he can do is pull you into the tightest hug. he feels you rub his back softly, he wants to break down there and then but he knows he cant. " we will talk tomorrow I promise" he says into your hair.

#frankie morales #pedro pascal characters #frankie morales fic #francisco catfish morales #frankie morales x you #frankie morales fluff

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yellowcry · 8 months

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Luisa was searching Mirabel for hours. It was getting late, but she was willing to stay in here until the last moment. She was too far away to know the way back.

Mirabel looked at the city clock again. It had been two hours since she returned. Luisa still didn't come. A few days ago, Mirabel wouldn't even find this concerning. Luisa was the strongest person. But after yesterday, she realized that her big sister wasn't very strong emotionally, especially without her gift. Which she definitely doesn't have right now. Which means being somewhere all alone was very dangerous for her.

When Luisa didn't come immediately, Mirabel thought that she was just too far away and needed some time to return to the village. When it had been a half oh hour, it started to be a little concerning. When it was an hour, Mirabel started to be really concerned about her sister. By the end of

the two hours, it was obvious that something was wrong. Was it how her family felt when Mirabel disappeared without saying a word? Well, then she was really sorry for that.

"I'm going to get deaf soon," Camilo muttered, rubbing his ears. The church bells haven't stopped ringing since Mirabel returned.

Isabela hissed. "One more word and you'll get lost too." She seemed really pissed off. Losing both of her sisters alternately made her feel on edge constantly. She threw her messy hair back; today she didn't brush herself, probably for the first time in her entire life.

Julieta sighed, picking up a mochila. "She's been gone for too long. We should organize a search party for the second time." Mirabel could say that her mother didn't sleep last night. The guilt immediately hit her; she was the reason for the eyebags under her parents' eyes. As well as the reason why Luisa went missing too.

Isabela stood up, most likely willing to go and search for her sister again. Mirabel quickly jumped off her seat, also wanting to help, but their mother interrupted them immediately. ", No, girls, you should stay here." Mirabel just opened her mouth to disagree. How could she stay here when Luisa was somewhere all alone? Tío Felix said that she was searching around the jungle; Mirabel had to help with it. But then she noticed this tired and worried look on Julieta's face, and her words were lost in her throat. Of course, at first, Mirabel was missing, and when she returned, Luisa disappeared too. If Mirabel would be in her mother's shoes... She wouldn't want to let her kids go anywhere too.

Isabela still tried to disagree. "I am an adult. I can go wherever I want to." Technically, Luisa is an adult too, even if she didn't count herself as one. And it didn't stop her from getting lost.

Papi sighed, kneeling down and putting his hand on Isabela's shoulder. "You're still our daughter."

Mirabel looked up at the sky. The more time had passed, the more she thought that Luisa wasn't going to come back any time soon.

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Luisa was tired, she kept searching for hours but still couldn't find a sign of Mirabel. So she kept moving forward. She couldn't see the blue sky that was hiding over the trees. The grass rustled under her feet, and sometimes Luisa heard how she stepped on the stick, forcing it to break in halves. She ignored it, listening carefully for every sound that could be Mirabel. Leaves whispered to each other, and Luisa always moved her head to make sure that her hermanita wasn't there.

At that point, she was so far away from the village, that she didn't hear how church bells rang, announcing that Mirabel had come home.

Luisa stopped for a second to wipe off the sweat from her forehead and fix the broken strands that stuck to it. She let out a harsh sigh and looked around. It didn't help, because everything was the same. Greenery blocked the way aggressively, making it hard to continue her search. She wanted to take a sip of water but kept going. Mirabel might be in danger and Luisa had to protect her. Luisa decided to give up only when it started to become darker around her. Maybe others were luckier than she was. So she screamed Mirabel's name for the last time and turned back, not hearing any answers.

Okay, so Luisa had to walk forward until the big stone and turn to the left. After she'd done it, she realized that it was too fast. Wrong stone.

By the way, what is she supposed to do after? Where was the Encanto? Where she were?! Luisa looked around helplessly, jungles stared at her from any corner. It seemed like everything was the same no matter where Luisa was looking. She tried to remember where her village was, but her brain was tangled in winding paths, endless nooks and crannies of her memories. She couldn't even realize where was north or south, because she couldn't see the sun, moon, or stars. Giant trees closed the sky.

Luisa took a few deep breaths to calm herself down and focus. She was in the jungle, all alone. Her heart was beating way too heavily. Luisa cried out as she heard some thump. She hoped it wasn't some wild animals. But now, when she stopped shouting out her sister's name, everything suddenly became so loud. Was it like Dolores felt? Luisa felt like her head was ready to blow, she kept inhaling chaotically. She wanted to scream, hide under her blanket, and cry. Luisa closed her eyes leaning against the tree. She needed to calm down, panic attack was a luxury that Luisa couldn't afford right now.

Even if she wanted to fall to the ground, even if her head was screaming. Even if thoughts, a dark reflection of her mind, were jumping over and over again, mixing up and falling apart. Even if everything around pressed her down, it was so heavy, that Luisa was losing her breath. Jungles pressed on her shoulders squeezing all the oxygen out of her lungs.

Luisa is strong... Well... Luisa was strong, she could handle it. She opened her eyes, but couldn't look anywhere but the ground. Why ground was so close to her? Was she on her knees? Luisa didn't know that she had fallen down, she lost all her senses in this labyrinth of heavy cargo that pressed her down. Ironically, Luisa specialized in carrying any possible forms and shapes of cargos, but it didn't make this situation easier.

"I'm the strong one, I'm not nervous." Luisa kept whispering seven words over and over again, clinging to them like on a lifeline. "I'm not nervous." She closed her eyes, screaming as loud as she could, just so she wouldn't hear all noises in the jungles. Soon, her voice cracked and became husky, so Luisa returned to whispering. "I-move-montains-I-move-churches."

Yes. She was fine. She could do it. Her breath still was shaking a bit, but Luisa felt better. Expert for her throat, which was hurting so badly. Luisa put out a flask of water with her shaking arms, then greedily pressed her lips to the bottleneck. Then she stopped for a second. Water was important, Luisa knew that she didn't have much left after all this long day. She took just a little sip and put the flask back, even if her throat cried for more. Luisa needed water on her way home, and she won't be able to know if she will find any more soon. And how's she going to find it? Luisa was in the jungle, all alone. She didn't even have her gift to protect herself anymore. And Luisa wasn't naive, she knew how much dangerous stuff there might be. Dad always returned with a swollen face from bees, and there weren't even any really dangerous animals. Luisa didn't know who might live here, she didn't want to know. But it won't change the facts, and...

She looked around, trying to find a better spot for sleeping. She raised the branches of a bush to create some safe overnight stay, then she raised up and reached for some vines, that were hanging on the trees then touched each of them, carefully checking if it was a normal vine or something more dangerous. It wasn't much, but it was better than sleeping on bare ground. Luisa also scraped together some sticks or leaves to throw them in her hiding spot.

"I don't ask how hard the work is," Luisa whispered pressing her hands into fists. No, she can't worry right now.

Luisa swallowed as she realized that everything around become even darker than before. It seemed like time wasn't going to stop to get some time for Luisa. She understood that night might be a dangerous time. And it also was so dark... and she wasn't able to know who might be hiding in the dark... Deep breath, it was fine, everything was fine.

Luisa ignored her eye twitching.

One night, she just had to survive this night.

It was dark, Luisa helplessly tried to make a bonfire, cleaning the space for it before as she didn't want to send the entire jungle on fire. But she needed some light, some sort of protection. The leaves rustled and Luisa couldn't tell if it was the wind or something dangerous, potoos groaned somewhere on the branches. And her attempts to make a sparkle ended up as failure without any matches or a lighter. So she could just lie here, curling up in a nest of brunches, jumping from every single sound, letting out unhappy groans as the rainforest decided to remind her why exactly it's called 'Rainforest'. Luisa curled up even more, throwing a piece of bedding over her body to prevent herself from getting wet at least a little bit.

She knew she would never fall asleep that night.

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comfy-whumpee · 2 years

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4: Push and Pull

Whumptober #4 a day late because yesterday’s post was today’s and tomorrow’s prompt. Can you see why I got mixed up.

While Jhazel and Spencer visit Silver Birch, Kazesh Adastra puts her wedding ring on the windowsill and plunges her hands into a large sink of hot, soapy water. She sets about scrubbing the breadmaking utensils she has dirtied for today’s breakfast and lunch, sponge sliding around the dough hook’s curve and into each cranny of the loaf tin. The freckles that dust her arms and face glow faintly with an unnatural, yet completely natural light, as if those small dots of gold on her dark skin are constantly reflecting a light that doesn’t touch the rest of her. Kazesh is a star witch, covered in constellations of her own design, holding charges of her power.

Embedded in the land around them are marks of a different kind. A hundred small stones, each one holding a hint of energy. Meteoric iron, easily infused with star magic, is buried glinting in the earth. Amina set each one in place, evenly laid in a ring around their land. Some of the field edges are outside the circle, but the shape is easiest for Kazesh to hold.

The power keeps the wards. The world turns against her own little pocket, making it hard for things to enter without her allowing them in. It Is a constant orbiting pulse of magic, repelling intruders from all sides.

Kazesh feels it even in her sleep. She has been holding the wards since Spencer told them the resources Pike had. He’d hired new staff, new facilities, and security that could still come after their wayward experiment and their imprisoned intern.

She spends every night out underneath the stars, trying to channel enough power to last the barrier for its next day. As she sets the last fork on the drying rack, the thought of doing so again tonight fills her with exhausted dread.

Leaving the kitchenware to dry, she sits down at the table, resting her hands on its familiar wood. Amina made this table for them when they moved in together, ready to take pride of place in their kitchen, at their hearth. She reaches for the bread still sitting out on the board, slathering a slice with raspberry jam still preserved from last summer. It’ll be a month or two before the canes ripen again.

She breathes. The house is momentarily peaceful. The wards hold against everything but the small creatures she allows, and the breeze.

The sound of footsteps prompts her to push her glasses up her nose and straighten, shaking navy-dyed braids from her face. Jhazel opens the door, Spencer trailing behind her with their shoulders hunched as usual, jumper sleeves pulled down over their hands.

“Hey, sweetie,” she greets them, forcing up a smile. “How was Silver Birch?”

“Fine. She’s… Uh, she’s talking again.”

“Oh, that’s great!” She glances quickly at Jhazel, who doesn’t indicate that it isn’t. “I know you got worried when she stopped coming out.”

Spencer shrugs, not making eye contact. “Amina said she was growing more. I just worried.”

“I get it.” Kazesh pats the space on the bench next to her, and Spencer comes over to sit with a faint sigh. The poor child is still recovering, and these trips make her easily tired. They’re all tired, really. “I’d be worried too. But she’s got the best people looking out for her.”

“I guess,” Spencer mumbles. They reach for the bread.

Kazesh gets up to give them space, feeling her bones aching in protest. She goes over to Jhazel. “You okay?”

Jhazel smiles tiredly. “Yes, I’m fine. Silver Birch is growing well and Spencer was able to connect to their magic.”

“Amazing. You look exhausted, if you don’t mind me saying.”

At the hint of concern in her voice, Jhazel glances away for a moment. “I’m alright. I just delivered more magic from the forest.”

“And from yourself, too?” Kazesh tilts her head slightly, ignoring the pain that spreads across her shoulder as she does so. “Your light’s gone dim, ‘Zel. You gave too much again.”

Jhazel looks back at her knowingly. “And yours?”

What about hers? Her feet are tingling and numb. Her hands ache. Her joints are tender. Magical exhaustion is different from witch to witch, but Kazesh is keeping them all safe. She has been for weeks.

“The wards will hold,” she says, and it’s answer enough. After a pause, she adds quietly, “I’ll stop before the bleeding.”

She doesn’t mention that the bleeding has already started. That the larger freckles on her body, underneath her shirt, have opened and closed as they try to hold and release the power of the clear night sky.

#whumptober2022 #no.4 #hidden injury #magic whump #magical exhaustion #overworked #kazesh #earthcursed #my fic

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dumb-lab · 2 years

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before coming across adhd i never knew 'not being able to understand your emotions' is a adhd thing..now that i know..it suddenly hit me so hard recently..after this one thing...i still dont really understand why as if so many emotions have come together and is a fucking mess...ik and idk at the same time idek actually what tf-

#feeling tired and constantly on edge since yesterday #adhd #adhd brain #adhd life #adhd mood #adhd memes #adhd probably #adhd problems #actually madd #madd problems #adhd things #living with adhd #its the neurodivergency #anxiety problems

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my way to you / jeon wonwoo | chapter 10

➝ Wonwoo x fem!Reader

➝ rich!AU // heir & heiress!AU // best friends to lovers // idiots to lovers lol // fluff // a lil drama bc why not // somewhat angsty // clicheeeee <3

➝ series warning: OC is Dense with a capital D, so many cliches but idc, implied sexual activities (but no actual smut scenes), eventual suggestive scenes, theyre both idiots, food, insecurity and self doubts, somewhat toxic parents, someone fainted like once, not always proofread am sorry ;-; that’s probably it? tell me if there’s more!

➝ A/N: pls love OC, thank u (✿◠‿◠)

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“You’ve been eating, right?” Wonwoo asks from the other side of the line. Your phone pings with notification just then, and you see Soonyoung’s name so you put Wonwoo on speaker to see his message.

“Yeah, yeah,” you say absentmindedly, texting Soonyoung that he could pick you up in the Yoon Holdings’ building just about anytime. “Everyone’s been making sure of that Won, don’t worry. I’m going out to lunch with Soonyoung actually.”

Wonwoo frowns at the name. How close are you becoming with Soonyoung exactly?

It’s been about a week since he last saw you because he needs to fly to L.A for a business conference. There’s still a few days left before he can go home and it’s taking him everything to not return right there and then after finding out Kwon Soonyoung has been constantly instilling his presence in your life.

“Yeah? Has he been taking care of you?”

You wonder if you’re imagining the edge in his voice, but you shrug to yourself and answer honestly. “His schedules match a lot with mine these days. So he’s been taking me to eat with him when no one else is available. Do you remember that katsu place in Hongdae? I went there with him and Chaeyoung yesterday.”

“Really?” He sounds a bit too defensive even to himself and he’s not sure if he should be glad that you’re not saying anything about it. “It’s been some time since we went there, huh?”

“Well you have been busy these days,” you try to sound nonchalant, though it’s clear to Wonwoo that the tone you’re using means you’re somewhat annoyed. “You’re the one who didn’t want to eat lunch with me last week.”

“I told you I already had an appointment that day,” he says patiently, his tone making you feel bad for being petty. “And weren’t you the one who told me not to come because you’re too tired after hanging out with Shua?”

You bite your lip at the reminder. If you’re being truthful, you’re kind of glad that Wonwoo’s away in another country for quite some time. After that talk with Shua, you’ve been considering his words, trying to see if what he says is possible. You don’t think you have it in you to face Wonwoo before you’re able to sort out your mind and his business conference couldn’t have any better timing.

Wonwoo dropped by your place before he left for L.A, just two days after you had that talk with Shua, nagging you to eat and take care of yourself because he’s not going to be able to always remind you due to the time difference and whatnot.

You don’t know if he notices the way you hug him a little tighter when he said he’s going, but it annoys you so much that you notice your heart beating faster when he pulls away to drop a kiss on top of your head, something he always does that didn’t affect you in any way until then.

You blame all this on Joshua Hong.

“–princess? Are you listening to me?”

“Sorry, I zoned out for a bit,” you reason.

It doesn’t matter that a week or so has passed since that day you talked to Shua, because the longer time passes, the more confused you’re becoming.

It doesn’t make sense, you can’t be feeling that way towards your best friend. It’s probably just your childhood insecurity creeping its way back after so long.

All should be fine once Jennie returns to her country. Shua did have a point: you have never really had to see Jennie and Wonwoo for long. But that doesn’t mean you’re jealous of her… right?

“Oh!” you exclaim when you see the door to your office opening, cutting Wonwoo off from whatever he’s going on about. Soonyoung looks at you in confusion, and you hold up a hand to signal him to wait. “Sorry Won, Soonyoung’s here. Talk to you later?”

You hear him mumbling something you can’t quite register, but Wonwoo once again reminds you to take care before eventually hanging up and tells you to say hi to Soonyoung.

“Wonwoo?” Soonyoung asks as you take your purse and phone with you. At your nod, he asks again. “Isn’t it night there?”

“Like 8PM or something. He says hi, by the way,” you shrug. “You haven’t been able to hang out with him, have you? We really should grab a date and hang out together after he returns.”

You look at him in question when the guy chuckles. But Soonyoung shakes his head and ushers you out of the office and starts talking about his day like usual.

It’s almost unbelievable how oblivious you are about the whole thing.

“Before I say anything, are you expecting me to answer or do you simply wish to unload?”

“I don’t know.” You frown, not seeing the way Chaeyoung shakes her head at you. You’re slumped on her sofa at the moment, finally tired of thinking about… that by yourself so you turn to the only close female friend you have: Park Chaeyoung. “Whatever you think is best for me?”

Chaeyoung makes a show of standing up from her single sofa to kneel in front of you, taking your hands in hers and then sends you the best pitiful glance she can muster.

“Yoon, I love you with all my heart, but you are dumb as fuck.”

“Hey!”

“You know you’re just in denial at this point?”

“No, I’m not,” you say, a little too quick to be subtle. Chaeyoung looks at you knowingly and you glare at the girl before you shake her hands off. “No, Chaeng. I am not in love with him. He’s literally my best friend and I’ve known him since we were, like, four.”

“And that matters because?” she looks at you pointedly. “I don’t see why it’s bad. If anything, it’s good because you both already know about each other so well and you’re practically aware of each others’ needs, no?”

“That’d be the case if we’re both in love with each other, okay?” you roll your eyes and cross your arms in defense, looking the other way that you miss Chaeyoung looking at you in shock. Have you really been unaware that Wonwoo has always looked at you like you personally craft all the stars in the sky? “I don’t love him that way and he doesn’t love me that way. You’re just delusional.”

You half expect Chaeyoung to fight more, but she doesn’t say anything and she’s looking at you like you’re delusional, and you honestly can’t grasp what she’s thinking of right now. She can’t possibly think you’re both in love with each other, right?

When Chaeyoung speaks once again, you almost throw the cushion on your lap at her.

“You really are stupid.”

“I did not come here to be verbally abused by you,” you whine, and it’s then that Chaeyoung realizes how utterly helpless you are right now. You’re fidgeting and you’ve been avoiding her eyes, signs that you’re lost and you don’t know what to do, that you’re hoping for help but you know no one can really help you but yourself.

She sighs and sits next to you, feeling bad now that she really looks at how lost you seem to be. Sadly, it’s not really surprising that you’re being this way. You’ve never really exposed yourself to romance, and the few boyfriends that you had were just for fun until the last one ruined it and you swear you don’t want to get into relationships again, casual or not, until you decide otherwise.

But even that particular relationship hadn’t been that deep–Kim Mingyu was simply just too charming for his own good and you thought you’re finally feeling what it’s like to be in love like those fictional characters in movies.

Turns out you were just into the idea of it and Mingyu was in the right place at the right time.

He asked you out when you were so into the concept of romance, having watched one too many romcoms with Chaeyoung for the whole semester during university. He was a senior and he was more than pretty to the eyes. Plus, Chaeyoung had also said he’s got a pretty good record.

So when he asked you out, the only thing that went through your mind was you: why not?

The first three months were great and you had genuinely liked him even though you weren’t together long enough to start loving the guy. But then you found out he didn’t really get along with Wonwoo and who knew he’d become an obsessive jerk that said shit about your best friend behind your back?

So, really, Chaeyoung can only guess why you’re in denial and why you believe your feelings towards Wonwoo can’t be romantic. She can’t absolutely speak on your behalf either, because who knows if your feelings really are not romantic and you’re just threatened that Jennie’s taking your best friend away?

There’s always a chance that everyone’s just collectively delusional.

“How about we go to Exodus tonight?” you suddenly propose, an idea forming in your head. “It’s been some time since I had the time to go clubbing and I can prove to you that I’m not in love with Wonwoo.”

“Excuse me?” she snaps, not getting where the whole thing is coming from. “You do not need to prove anything to me.”

“No. It’s been some time since I got laid anyway,” you shrug nonchalantly, not minding the scandalized look she’s giving you. “You’ll know I’m not into him that way, right?”

Chaeyoung shakes her head, telling you once again that you don’t need to prove anything to her and it’s really not the best idea at the moment.

“Why are you being so weird about this?” you frown. “It’s not like I’ve never had one night stands. It’s just been quite some time.”

She doesn’t know how to tell you that it’s not about that. That she’s simply worried you’re being impulsive and you always end up getting in trouble with your parents—and other parties—when it happens.

Chaeyoung loves you with all her heart, but she’s never been good at being your impulse control and she doesn’t know how to convince you that sleeping with some random person isn’t going to help your problem in any way she can think of.

“I just–”

“I’m going to the club and you can do whatever you want,” you say with finality in your tone.

Chaeyoung looks at you helplessly as she bites her lip; guess she has no choice but to come with you tonight.

Chaeyoung tells you to wait as she parks in the VIP section, determined to not let you go home with anyone as she won’t drink even a sip of alcohol so she can follow you around the whole night. She’s not using the valet service nor even a driver to make a point that you wholefully ignore.

“Where’s your guard, anyway?” Chaeyoung frowns, sitting down next to you when you settle yourself on the stool bar. “I thought Seungcheol’s supposed to be with you at all time?”

“He has the week off. His sister needs to get a surgery and he wants to be there with her.”

“Ah,” she nods understandingly. “I guess Uncle asks you to take one of his guards and you refuse?”

“I told him I’ll take care of his Christmas party in return,” you grin, knowing full well that he’s been desperate for you to organize that personal party of his.

You don’t hate having a guard, even more when it’s Seungcheol because, out of the guards that have been assigned to you, he’s the one that actually respects you as a person when the others usually just consider you a job. But as much as you like Seungcheol and trust him with your life, he’s still there because he’s your father’s man.

It could feel confining even when you’re out in the open at times.

You call for the bartender to prepare your drink, and whilst Chaeyoung doesn’t exactly agree with your order, she lets you be because she knows you kind of need it and hopes the alcohol would help you relax at least for the night.

So far, Chaeyoung has been able to stop you from drinking too much, but her phone won't stop vibrating and she has no choice but to step out for a moment because it’s her mom calling.

She tries her best to convince you to come with her, but you stubbornly stay in place and she eventually gives up and tells you to not go anywhere while she takes the call because her mom has called her twice more while she was trying to convince you.

It’s been quite some time since you got drunk, and perhaps that’s why you get drunk faster than usual. Tonight, you feel more agitated if anything, which only makes you fill your order faster because the night hasn’t been going according to your plan. You literally come here to get laid, but it’s not as easy as it sounds because no one has caught your attention.

It’s not like the people here are not decent. On the contrary, Exodus is a pretty high-profile club owned by Oh Sehun, yet another conglomerate you see in parties from time to time. You even recognize a few people earlier from some business parties Wonwoo has brought you to.

To make it short, this is the club only people like you can enter.

But you guess you’re not drunk enough to just sleep with anyone that catches your eyes because no one seems to be doing that.

That said, perhaps what you need is more drink.

“Well, well, look who we have here,” an awfully familiar voice greets you as you feel someone hovering near your seat.

You turn to find Kim Mingyu in the flesh, rolling your eyes to that flirty tone he’s always used even though it’s been literal years since you last saw him. You hate to admit it, but he looks better than he ever was and it irks you even more that, out of all people, he’s probably the only person who’s piqued your interest in this place.

Did he catch your attention because he’s the only one who spoke to you first or is it because he looks just about a hundred times more attractive than during his university days when he was that lanky guy with faded mint hair?

Whichever it is, Mingyu does not need to know you’re finding him very much pleasing to the eyes right now.

“Do we know each other?” you pretend to play coy, acting like you weren’t just checking him out.

“Ouch, you hurt me, angel,” he chuckles as he places his hand on his heart, mocking heartbreak. “Been some times, huh?”

You’re surprised at the tone. Mingyu doesn’t sound like he’s making small talk and you’re even more surprised when he asks if he can sit beside you. Nevertheless, you entertain him because he feels like a very good distraction at the moment.

“Didn’t know you’re back in Korea. Last I heard you’re in NYC or something.”

“I was only in NYC after graduation, which was… at least six years ago,” he says in amusement.

“Well, that’s the last I’ve heard of you,” you shrug, being truthful about the whole thing. From where else would you hear about him, anyway?

“Forgot how feisty you were,” he smirks as he calls the bartender for a drink. “How many shots have you had? Gotta keep up with you now, don’t I?”

There’s a sudden surge of boldness that runs through you that you’d blame the alcohol for, but you scoot closer to him and prop your elbow on the table, your face resting on your palm as you shoot him a wink and tell him to take a guess.

Something flickers through his eyes at the gesture, and you down another shot just so you won’t back out even though the alarm within you is already screeching–telling you to not get involved with an ex even if it’s just for one night.

“Why are you here tonight, angel?” his voice gets noticeably deeper and you have to hold back a victorious smirk at how easy Mingyu is being right now.

“Why do you think?” you challenge him once again, not moving away when his cold palm finds your knee.

Mingyu experimentally moves further until his hand meets your thigh, looking up at your face to see if you’re against the whole thing or if you’re just playing with him. When you simply arches an eyebrow as if to dare him to do more, Mingyu quickly takes your wrist and pulls you with him to a dimmer part of the club.

It’s not exactly pleasant, but the feelings of his lips against yours as he pushes you to the wall is better than thinking about your feelings towards Wonwoo at the moment. It feels easy, and easy is the only thing that your mind needs right now.

Something within you twists at his name, but you quickly push it away and try to focus on Mingyu's lips instead.

Mingyu growls when he hears you whimper the moment he trails kisses down your neck, his grip on your waist tight as he presses his body against yours.

Honestly, he didn’t expect to end up in this situation when he came up to you earlier. He was just feeling spontaneous when he saw you; so he approached you, hoping to get a good laugh or something–but there was no intention to end up right here, in a dim part of the club making out with you like this isn’t the first time you’ve seen each other since that break up during university.

He knows it’s probably a one time thing, and he couldn’t care less because it’s exactly what he needs anyway. You’ve always been great at teasing, but Mingyu has never thought he was that easy to tease that you didn’t even need five minutes to have him like this.

At least you look like you’re looking for a short lived fun like he is because he knows someone who needs a distraction when he sees one.

“Should we bring this to the hotel?” he whispers between kisses, head already a pile of mush because of the feeling of your lips against his jaw.

Mingyu doesn’t need to be told twice the moment you nod and tell him to take you.

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rafescoke · 3 years

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Older ; Rafe Cameron (Part 2)

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Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Maybe falling in love with a Maybank wouldn’t be too bad.

Warnings: Smut! (Reader is 17, Rafe is 19), substance, swearing, reader being an asshole

A/N: I do not condone doing any sexual activities if you’re underage and everything that I wrote are solely for entertainment purposes. Take care of yourself always <33

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“What the fuck!”

“Good, you’re awake,” Rafe groaned, rubbing his eyes with his palm against the bright sunlight. He sat up straight, trying to regain his bearings and sighed.

“I can’t remember anything.”

“You can, you just choose not to,” Rafe replied, walking towards the bathroom. He felt the morning breeze nipping at his skin from the open window, and blamed it on the uncertain weather of Obx. Last night, he would’ve stripped naked if it wasn’t for the girl sleeping right next to him.

“Oh my god, where are we?”

“A hotel,” he mumbled from the bathroom, leaning onto the sink before reaching for the toothbrush. “We didn’t do anything, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“I’m not thinking about that,” she grunted, and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Do you have a phone?”

She grabbed for the red phone by the bedside table when he muttered the answer, dialling her brother’s phone number with trembling fingers. She sucked in a breath, waiting impatiently.

“Hello?”

“JJ! I-”

“Save it. I heard everything. Are you really that fucking stupid, (Y/N)? Rafe fucking Cameron?”

“What?” She sat up straighter, her hair falling down to her shoulders. Rafe watched her from the mirror, his eyebrows raised and his eyes worried.

“Don’t play dumb with me, fuck,” he groaned, “Come back home now, or I won’t talk to you ever again.”

“JJ-”

She sighed when JJ hit the end call, throwing the phone onto the bed exasperatedly. She understood why he was acting berserk at the thought of her and Rafe, but why would he even made this into a huge issue?

“You okay?” Rafe asked, wiping his lips with the towel. “Is it the brother?”

“Yes, it’s the brother, and he wants me home,” she grunted, pulling the covers off of her and standing up. She stumbled backwards, still feeling so light, but put her hand up when Rafe tried to help her. “Can you order an Uber for me? Please? I lost my phone.”

Rafe scoffed, putting the discarded shirt on the floor over him, “Don’t be stupid. Let me drive you home.”

“He’s gonna kill you,” she sighed, biting her lips. Rafe had to look away, pushing away all unwanted thoughts.

“Let him,” he mumbled, grabbing his car keys by the television and fixing his hair without even looking at the mirror. He huffed, thinking it must’ve been better, and waited for her by the door.

“Oh god, I look like we fucked,” she groaned, putting her head down as they walked quickly to the car. Rafe laughed, watching her beside him, and shrugged. “Is that a bad thing?”

“Yes, it’s a bad thing,” she widened her eyes, and waited for him to unlock the car. “We’re not the same, Rafe.”

“Really? I thought you didn’t care about the whole kook and pogues thing,” he asked, half-amused. He watched as she entered the car, not saying anything. He placed a hand on her lap, and watched as she grunted again.

“Don’t.”

“You were begging for it yesterday,” he smiled, igniting the engine before focusing on the rearview mirror. “Rafe! Please, just touch-”

“I did not say that.”

“You did,” he nodded, and laughed again. “Not exactly. But you did wanted me to fuck you.”

“That’s not me, that’s the alcohol.”

“Oh, does daddy know you drink?”

She stiffened, and Rafe cursed silently at the sight of her frown. He completely forgot how she had confessed to him yesterday, and took a glance at her before sighing.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean it like that.”

“Like what? What are you sorry for?”

“(Y/N), I forgot that-”

“I didn’t say shit to you, Rafe. Can you please shut up and just bring me home?” She yelled, her eyes flaring in anger and her chest heaving. Rafe stayed shut for a second, being caught off guard for just wanting to console her, but he decided to let the calm side of him took over.

“Okay. I’m sorry.”

The drive to the outskirts of The Cut was silent, and Rafe didn’t even bother to turn on the radio. He stopped at the gas station and asked her if she wanted anything, but she stayed silent as ever and looking out of the window at a random bald guy pumping his car.

“Fuck, you’re impossible,” he grunted when he entered the car again, placing a chocolate milk on her lap. She jerked at the cold temperature of the bottle, and gave him a glare.

Rafe couldn’t deny the sudden tug on his heart when he turned into the corner to the small house located at the end of the road, biting his lips and constantly glancing at the girl. He wasn’t scared of JJ, but he was dwelling on the possibility of Luke Maybank hitting (Y/N). He wished he could be with her, but even a crazy man would say that’s beyond impossible.

“Give me a call if you need anything.”

“Thanks,” she muttered, stepping out of the vehicle before flinging the door shut. Rafe grunted at his door shutting roughly against his car, and wondered why girls would even do that when they’re mad.

He watched as the door opened to a furious JJ, his eyes bloodshot red and his hair frenzy. (Y/N) said something to him, and Rafe read the lines of ‘I don’t want to hear it’ and ‘not bringing you to a party anymore’ from his mouth, and before he could read anything else, JJ’s eyes met his.

“Yo, is there a problem, Cameron?” JJ yelled from his front porch, flailing his arms as he walked towards the car. Rafe cursed, fumbling with his break, all while listening to (Y/N) trying to hold her brother off.

He sped away, glancing at the rearview mirror as the small house became even smaller, and let out a tired sigh.

It must be fair, he guessed, for JJ to act like that with him. Rafe went absolutely crazy when he found out that Sarah was with John B, constantly thinking about how he wouldn’t treat her as good as anyone else. JJ must’ve been thinking the same way, but Rafe didn’t know how he could convince JJ that he would never hurt her in any way possible. He shook his head at the thought, thinking how they wouldn’t even be a thing, not when the only proper communication they could have is when she’s drunk.

The next few days were a blur to him. Everytime he went down to the restaurant to catch a glimpse of her, even the tiniest look, she would return back to the kitchen and a different server would come and serve him.

It was like she was trying to ignore him, and Rafe knew something happened. She didn’t have the usual glow with her, that smile she’ll put when she’s talking to the bratty customers, and she was even yelled at by the manager in front of everyone, to which she yelled something back before yelling ‘I quit!’ and running towards the exit.

Rafe wanted to run after her, but knew he would annoy her even more. The good thing from that was he wouldn’t have to spend more money eating the tasteless food now, but he didn’t know where to look for her anymore.

It had been 2 weeks now, and Rafe still hasn't seen her since the day in the restaurant.

“God, you’re fucking hooked.”

“No, I’m not,” Rafe shook his head, attempting to drink the cold drink to ignore his friend. Topper rolled his eyes, patting his back before sighing.

“And she’s a minor, too.”

“It’s just 17,” Rafe shrugged, “And I’m still 18. Technically.”

“19 next month,” Topper reminded him, “There’s a long list of girls who would die for you and you’re after a pogue?”

“Don’t say that,” he groaned, pushing the glass further from the edge of the table. “And I don’t like her. I just think about her.”

“Whatever,” he shook his head, “But tell you what. There’s a party tonight, and it’s going to be huge.”

“Not interested,” Rafe mumbled, thinking of a peaceful night of sleeping instead of out partying. He didn’t feel like meeting Dee too, who had been trying to contact him since the day of the bonfire night.

“Come on,” Topper groaned, “It’s only for a few hours. A few hours to let loose.”

“I’ll think about it,” he lied, wanting to end this conversation already. He didn’t feel like drinking or snorting anything, and he wasn’t even sure why. All his teenage years, Rafe had been a party animal, always there at every party in Obx and just enjoying his life.

He didn’t feel like that Rafe Cameron anymore.

“Maybe (Y/N) would be there.”

His head perked up, “No, she won’t.”

“She will,” Topper shrugged, “Everyone’s going to be there. Are you not desperate to see her or something?”

Rafe thought about the possibility of this, and even if she’s not at the party, he was sure he could find her friends and ask them about her.

He sighed, “Fine.”

“I’ll pick you up at 9. Relax, man. You look like your fucking father.”

Rafe laughed with Topper at that statement, his heart set on one thing; (Y/N).

. . .

The loud music thrummed against his eardrums as he tried to cloud his mind, his head already ringing from the amount of drinks he had tonight.

Topper and Kelce had told him that he was too worried about the uncertainties, and he had dwelled so much on that statement that he decided to down so many drinks one after another.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” Topper mumbled to Kelce, watching as Rafe situated himself on the sofa, head back, grunting slightly. “But whatever works, I guess. He’s fucking hooked, I swear.”

“Fuck, is that (Y/N)?”

Topper widened his eyes at the sight of the younger girl with Carter entering the party, his arms around her shoulder as he greeted his friends. He thought about amazing she looked, and how he understood Rafe now, but he didn’t know she would come here with a plus one.

He couldn’t let Rafe see this.

“You wanna go back home?” He laughed awkwardly, placing himself beside Rafe and glancing at a giggling (Y/N) with Carter. He looked at Rafe nervously, and cleared his throat. “I’m tired, man. We should go home.”

“Nah, I’m okay,” Rafe replied, feeling his body relaxing. “You’re right, man. All I need is a party.”

“Ha-ha, yeah, now all you need is your bed.”

“What the fuck?” Rafe laughed, turning sideways to look at the state of Topper. He laughed again, “What’s wrong with you? Is Sarah here or something?”

He looked around, his mind woozing, and what greeted him felt like a smack across his face.

(Y/N) Maybank and fucking Carter.

“Oh, fuck,” Topper said to no one in particular, and grabbed Rafe’s hand before he could stand up. “Chill, man. They’re just talking.”

“He tried to touch her,” Rafe mumbled, his eyes flaring up. Why would (Y/N) even allow herself to be in the same room as that stupid boy? She ignored him for 2 weeks, and now this?

“Don’t do anything stupid,” Topper warned, knowing that this would bound to happen. He didn’t know it would be this quick, though.

“Is killing him stupid?”

“Jesus, Rafe, just don’t do anything, okay? If he tries to touch her again and she looks uncomfortable, then do-”

Rafe stood up before Topper could finish his sentence, walking to the pair with a frown settled on his face.

“Cameron,” Carter greeted, a smirk tugging on his lips as he pulled (Y/N) closer. “What’s the deal?”

“What are you doing?” Rafe hissed, looking straight at (Y/N) as she tried to look away. He turned to Carter again, “The bruise looks a little bit dull. Want me to colour it for you?”

Carter stepped up, to which (Y/N) quickly placed her hand against his chest, rolling her eyes. “Stop it. Carter, let’s just go.”

“Are you serious?”

“Rafe, just go,” she threw him a look before parting away with a smirking Carter, to which he groaned and cursed angrily.

“I need a drink,” he said to Topper, and Topper hesitated before handing him his glass. He watched him downed the remaining content of the glass, placing the bottle next to him before throwing his head back again. He tried to say something, but was halted when he saw Dee walking towards them.

“Hey, Rafe.”

Rafe looked up to her brown eyes and sighed, “What do you want?”

“Do you wanna talk? Like somewhere?”

“We can talk here.”

“I mean like privately.”

A sudden thought occurred to Rafe, and he formed a sly smile; if she could do this to him, he could do it back.

When (Y/N) tried to pull away from Carter, saying she needed the bathroom, she had come across a drunk Rafe flirting mindlessly with the same girl who had asked her to reheat her pasta. She watched from the corner, feeling some kind of an emotion in her, and went back to Carter, who was in the mid of a conversation with his boring friends.

“I need you.”

“Now?” Carter glanced at her, “We just arrived.”

“I need you,” she pulled him again, to which he quickly bid his goodbyes to his friends and following her to the extra rooms upstairs.

It was like a reflex; Rafe saw her pulling that obnoxious guy upstairs, and he didn’t think twice before going after her, leaving Dee alone again, all stressed out.

He felt a wave of anger as she laughed at something he said, his hands balling into a fist. Carter tried to kiss her, to which she flinched quickly that his lips had connected with her cheeks instead, and watched as she giggled.

“I can fuck you right here and right now,” Carter sighed, still so absorbed into the moment and the thought of touching her. (Y/N) laughed, pinning him against the wall, and whispered into his ear.

“In a few minutes.”

Rafe watched as he laughed, his hands around her waist now, and all he felt at the moment was to punch the shit out of that pogue for touching her.

“I need the toilet,” she held a finger up, and placed a soft kiss against Carter’s cheeks as he groaned, muttering a ‘in a minute’ before fleeing to the far end of the floor. Rafe glanced at Carter before walking towards the bathroom, his heart hammering against his chest.

“You’re satisfied now?”

(Y/N) looked up from the sink to the mirror, watching Rafe’s reflection before sighing. Her heart soared, and she felt butterflies in the pit of her stomach at the sight of the angry boy. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I really don’t understand you,” Rafe said, walking closer towards her. “Why are you back with that guy?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, turning to look at him, to which he slowly filled the gap in between them. She gulped at him being too close to her, and she could feel the warmth radiating from his body.

“I can do whatever I want, Cameron.”

“So ignoring me for 2 weeks and making me jealous is your plan all along?”

“There’s no plan, and you know it,” she scoffed, and tried to push him away. She yelped when he tightened his fingers around her arms, keeping her in place.

She wasn’t sure if she liked it or not.

“Is this your payback for me not fucking you?” He whispered, his eyes glancing down to his lips, and he thought about biting the pink lips and fucking her until the next morning. “Huh? Is that what you’re mad about?”

“Fuck off, Rafe,” she sighed, “I’m a minor, remember? Isn’t your reason as to you’re not fucking me is because I’m a minor?”

“Oh, I see it now,” he laughed, tilting his head backwards before inching closer to her lips. He could feel her temperature rising, and couldn’t push the amusement in his body for getting her all worked up. “It is because I don’t fuck you. Do you feel rejected?”

“Fuck off,” she said, trying to push him again, but to no avail. She hated how turned on she was in that moment, and wished she had had her priorities straight.

“Do you want me to fuck you now?” He asked slowly, his lips grazing against her cheeks. She held her breath, and watched as he laughed. “Now you won’t speak?”

“Rafe, I-”

“Do you want me to fuck you now?” He repeated, his breath heavy. He looked down to her lips again, noticing her biting it, and cursed silently. “Answer me.”

“Yes.”

“Huh? I can’t hear you.”

“God, yes, yes,” she placed her forehead against his, and she could feel her core begging to be touched. She pushed her thighs together, finding some kind of friction for release.

Rafe trailed his fingers down to under her skirt, his mouth slightly apart and his breathing heavy as he watched her squirm, her eyes closed.

He bit her lips, “Open your eyes. Look at me.”

She opened her eyes, watching him intently as his fingers slipped into her panties, teasing her entrance and sending her in an euphoric state. She moaned lightly, and tugged on his wrist before he could continue.

“We’re still in the bathroom,” she said, her thighs trembling for his touch.

“I’ll fuck you in the living room if I have to,” he grunted, and before she could say anything, he turned her over so she could stare at herself in the big mirror.

She bit her lips, hearing him unbuckling his belt and positioning himself before her. She never imagined it to be like this; but she was sure anyways. She never wanted anyone so bad as much as Rafe.

“Faster.”

“Patience,” he groaned, and looked at her through the mirror. He licked his teeth, “Beg for it.”

“Fucking hell, no,” she rolled her eyes, to which he quickly grabbed her face and forced her to look at him through the mirror again.

“I said beg for it.”

“Please,” she whispered, and pushed herself against him, to which he grunted at the sudden touch. He grabbed her waist, pulling her close, and slowly slid himself into her.

He watched as she closed her eyes as he pounded into her, holding his hand against her mouth to shut her moans. He grunted again, telling her to open her eyes, and she obliged quickly.

“Oh my god,” she moaned against his hand, feeling so good that she didn’t ever want to let go.

“Wrong name,” he muttered, trailing his hands down to her neck now, and watched as she clenched around him, sending him to complete stars.

“Fuck, you’re so good,” he expressed, feeling himself getting sloppier, and his hands dropped to the sink to stabilize himself. Her moans were getting louder now, and he didn’t care, because all of his wet dreams before were coming to life.

“I’m close,” she stuttered, feeling all of him inside her now, and she swore no one had done it the way he did. Her hands grabbed onto his, feeling so close now, and screamed as she released herself.

“Fuck,” he groaned, pulling himself out and turning away from her, feeling all kinds of shocks as he came, his chest heaving and his forehead clammy.

Before he could guess their next move, (Y/N) pushed him against the wall, lowering down to her knees and gazing up at him from her position.

Rafe groaned, feeling himself getting hard at just her look, and bit his lips. “Still so sensitive.”

“So?”

“Oh my god,” he grunted, gripping onto her hair as she wrapped her lips around him, bobbing her head and Rafe had a sudden thought of how amazing she was. He felt the familiar feeling approaching again, and grunted again.

“You’re so good, baby.”

She hummed, sending vibrations throughout his whole body causing him to jerk forward, piling her hair up into a ponytail and helping her hit all of the spots to reach his end. He could feel her teeth grazing him, and he could’ve sworn he felt his heartbeat stopped.

“Fuck. You’re killing me,” he expressed, feeling so close now, and before she could prepare herself, the hot load hit the back of her throat, and she giggled as he pulled himself away.

“Holy fuck, you’re amazing.”

She showed him her tongue, all coated with his seed, and Rafe felt like kissing her and marking her as his forever. He didn’t ever want to let her go, now when she was like a precious gem to him.

She swallowed his load slowly, gazing at him with those eyes again, and Rafe had to turn away to stop himself from getting hard again. He placed a soft kiss against her cheek, pulling his jeans up and helping her dress down.

“We should do that again.”

“Oh, we will,” he smiled, turning the faucet open to wash his hands. He waited for (Y/N)’s turn and turned the faucet off before opening the door.

(Y/N) walked past him into the public, and before he could think of anything else he pulled her against his chest again.

“What?”

“We still haven’t kissed,” he said, and watched as she blushed heavily. “Do you wanna kiss?”

“I don’t kiss older guys,” she huffed, her mouth forming into a smile. “Wait until I’m 18.”

“Are you serious?”

She laughed, pulling herself away from him, “I’ll think about it.”

“You know where to find me, Maybank.”

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eremiie · 3 years

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gone for too long;

❥ in which you’ve been gone way too long for eren’s liking.

❥ 2.8k words | nsfw | modern au

❥ content: phone sex, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, i think that’s it

eren rolled over on his navy sheets. he was tired of switching back and forth between the same three apps, constantly checking for new notifications besides the ones from his group chat that kept blowing his phone up.

he missed his girlfriend. he missed your presence being next to him when he woke up and he missed cuddling into you on early mornings. the only company he had now was the dim light being let in through his sheer curtains.

he went to his camera roll and clicked on his photo album of you, scrolling through numerous times; like when the two of you had went to the movies together, he remembered the aftermath, the two of you getting riled up in a taxi and you forced him to tip the driver extra. he also remembered the plethora of dirty photos you'd send to him when he would ask, of course this wasn't a normal occurrence but definitely when the two of you were feeling it.

he contemplated calling your phone despite knowing you were away for a trip with some of your closest friends but he didn't want to bother you, yet his own issue was getting the best of him, the constant tossing and turning, the constant adjusting his sweats, and the constant aching pain he wanted to relieve so bad.

i mean, your contact was right there. he was scrolling through your messages a variety of text messages and share photos sent back and forth, the last time the two of you texted being the day you left for the trip and he wouldn't stop blowing your phone up with how much he missed you; the days after that he resorted to calling you instead.

maybe he should text you first?

okay, okay, he'll text you first, and if you're not busy then he'll call you; if you can't talk then he'll try to handle his own.

10:34pm

Baby you up?

yeah ofc, i’m on a trip

I miss you☹️

imyt bby, wyd?

Like i miss you

bye

eren chuckles at your response, a smile on his face forming at the response time of your texts.

10:37pm

Ok no fr, can we ft, wanna see your pretty face

u sure it’s just my pretty face you wanna see?

Nah

Now answer baby

eren couldn't help but smile to himself as he clicked your contact name, the facetime call ringing one, two, then three times before you picked up, your voice after so long sounding like a melody to his ears.

"hello?" your voice came through the line and from where you were sitting on the couch, pieck's legs sitting comfortably on your lap and the heads of sasha and historia whipping towards you, ymir not caring enough to look up from historia's phone.

"hey baby, how are you?" eren asked, his face not in the camera while his hand sliding left to right on his lower abdomen as he spoke to you.

your eyes flickered to your friends, a sly grin on historia's face at the sound of eren's low voice on the other end of the line.

you and your friends decided that it would be nice to go on a small trip, residing in an air bnb while you all traveled together. it was hard to convince eren to let you go, him saying that "he'll miss you," and "you'll be gone for too long", but when you told him you'd keep in contact with him everyday he reluctantly let you go, of course with a pout. you wouldn't be back for a couple more days as you had a couple more places to sightsee with the girls.

"i'm good, how are you?"

"i'm fine... i just miss you..." eren mumbled, adjusting himself in his position, bringing his hand up to his chest then back down to his stomach, feeling the ripples of his abs from under his palm.

sasha threw her head back and huffed a breath. "i wish connie call me like that!" she turned over to her stomach from on the couch and grabbed her phone, you, pieck and historia chuckling.

"i miss you too, i'll be back soon though."

"but baby soon is not soon enough, i want you here with me." he pouted, his hand smoothing down to his crotch while he stared at you, you looking down at the camera. "i want you beside me, 'm tired of going to sleep by myself."

you pressed the volume down on your phone a couple times. when pieck opened her eyes, her dark irises shifted towards you with a raise of her eyebrow. she could read your mind; her legs sliding off your lap more towards her body, and her eyes closing again. "go on." she smiled.

you shook your head after her trying to hide your mere embarrassment before getting up from the couch with a soft "eren!" to warn her that you were in front of your friends. "i'll be back guys..." you made your way towards the staircase of the rented house while eren continued to talk to you.

"what? i'm so serious babe. it's been so long, i just want to feel you against me." he whined. at some point his hand made its way into his sweatpants, him now palming himself over his black boxers. "where are you?"

you opened the door to the room you share with pieck and sasha, getting on your bed and turning over to face eren, half of his face finally in the camera. you could tell he hadn't woken up too long ago, almost all of his hair falling out of his ponytail, frizzy pieces framing his face and around his head like a halo, although it was kind of hard to see with how dark it was in his room. "well now i'm in the room i'm sleeping in... the owners had two rooms so i took one with pieck since she's pretty quiet, but since there isn't three rooms sasha sleeps here too, she didn't mind making a makeshift bed, plus the owners apologized. ymir forced us to all share a room anyways because she wanted the other room alone with historia."

"yeah? well it sounds like y'all are still having fun anyways since you haven't been calling me."

"eren, we just talked yesterday."

"yeah, because i called you. you didn't call me."

"same thing." you huffed, turning to your back and resting the bottom of the phone on your chest, an angle that made eren laugh. "what are you doing?" you asked him, while your eyes darted around the room to study it since you never really got a chance to, being out and about everyday you've been here.

"thinking about you."

you felt your cheeks heat up, and held back your smile, rolling your eyes instead. "hm, i told you i'm co—"

"thinking about how i want you next to me, so i can feel you against me."

"eren, stop," you moved your face out the camera, of course the butterflies in your stomach decided to start flapping around.

"i'm not kidding baby, i was just going through my photos, that's how much i miss you... and i saw some of the photos you used to send me... how come you don't send me nothing no more?" he taunted you, and you didn't even know his hands were halfway down his pants as he spoke to you so enticingly.

"you know why. how did armin end up seeing my nudes?" you furrowed your eyebrows and turned the phone back to your face with a jokingly angry expression causing eren to burst out laughing.

"i told you i was sorry, it was an accident! historia saw my dick print that one time."

"that's because you sent it to me when she was using my phone, nobody asked you to send those to me while i was out with my friends."

"you're always out with your friends and never with me."

"you're such a baby."

"but i'm your baby, and your baby wants you right now."

you were at lost for words, your voice croaking when you tried to come up with something to say, but eren didn't mind, after a moment of comfortable silence he continued to carry the conversation for you.

"wanna feel that pretty body, i wanna kiss you and hold you," a faint noise was eliciting from the other side of the line, small constant sounds of fabric being ruffled almost— and alongside it, eren's soft panting. "the things i want to do to you, baby... i wanna fuck you so bad right now."

eren's hand was wrapped around himself, stroking up and down in a rhythm that you could hear from where you were thanks to the facetime call you were on. "eren—"

"that's one reason i miss you so much... i been fucking my fist to that pretty face almost everyday..."

you turned over to your side letting the phone rest beside you as you listened to eren through the phone. "yeah?"

"yeah, 'm doing it right now, that's how much i miss that pretty pussy."

somehow you found your own hand trailing down to your underwear, pulling the fabric aside and basking in eren's deep voice and praise. you didn't even realize the soft moan you made until eren's voice came in on the other line.

"you're touching yourself too? touching yourself to me?"

his voice— it was so low and grumbly, just like he had only just woken up, the way he spoke working you up. "mhm," you responded, and when he didn’t continue you took his silence as a way of him telling you to 'proceed', letting your fingers brush over your clit.

"i bet you miss me just as much then... miss the way i bend you over..." eren groaned at his own words, his hand tightening around his cock. his sweatpants and boxer were shoved down around his thighs, only enough so that he would be able to pump himself while laying on his back. "miss the way i fuck you so nice, right?"

"yeah.." you mumbled, you didn't really want to be in the position you were when your friends were sitting just downstairs but you couldn't help it, eren just had a natural charm to him that had you doing whatever he wanted you to.

"fuck, baby, if you were here right now i'd have you screaming like you always do—" you let out a low whimper at the thought, he wasn't lying, he did usually have you screaming and crying during your sexual endeavors, he was just that good once the two of you had learned what each other liked and disliked. "bouncing on my dick like that... you wouldn't even be able to touch yourself like you are right now if i was there..." you clenched at this because once again, he was right, he loved edging you, it's was something about the way you would cry and beg for him to let you come that turned him on so much. "fuck, i miss you."

you let a finger enter into you, and you tried to hold back your moans, your mouth agape at the feelings and you could only imagine it was eren's fingers instead. "i, i miss you too." and the noises, the squelching noises just had to be transferred over the call as well, eren letting out a low chuckle when he heard them.

"you're dirty..." he laughed, thumb slipping over his tip to collect his precum and smooth it down his length. "if you're gonna finger yourself show me,"

you squeezed your legs around you and turned onto your back. "eren..."

"let me see."

he moved his face into the camera, head now against his headboard and him still pumping himself while he watched you adjust his view so that the camera was flipped. at first, it was quite shaky while you pulled off your own sweatpants and underwear, putting them off to the side and then making sure the camera wasn't too shaky for eren. "yeah, right there, now put them back inside, put on a show for me, ______."

he was doing something to you, and it wasn't fair. you slipped your fingers back inside of yourself as he asked and let out a drawled out moan, eren's mouth dropping open much like yours earlier, head tilting back against the headboard as he lifted his hips up to meet his hand. "fuck— you wish that was me fucking you instead?"

you let out another whimper, your eyebrows furrowing and your eyes closing at his words; you weren't even sure if the camera was positioned properly anymore but eren wasn't complaining so you could only assume so. "uh huh,"

"look, baby." you opened your eyes again and looked at the phone. the camera was no longer on eren's face, it was now on his dick, his hand wrapped tightly around it moving up and down slowly. "can you see it?" and you could, albeit the dimness of the room, there was just enough light to see his movements. "you want this inside you?"

you nodded your head only to realize he wouldn't be able to hear you and instead let out a small "yeah", adding another finger into yourself and biting your lip to keep from moaning out while watching eren get himself off at you doing the same, you completely dismissed the words 'eren jaeger💍 took a facetime photo.' when they popped up on your screen, you were to amped up, but you knew you'd be complaining later.

"god, you're so beautiful, i can't— 'mma come." he whined, hips once again jutting into his hand. he was getting sweaty, feeling how close he was, his skin shiny with a thin sheen of perspiration, hair tie touching his neck as his ponytail was almost completely loose. his eyebrows were knit together and his complexion was flushed, with the phone in front of him to give you a good view while he stared down at it to watch you. "i want you to come first, make yourself come first for me."

your eyes fluttered, and you used your thumb to rub your clit while you let your fingers glide in and out of you, the wet noises making eren jerk off faster, a choked noise leaving his throat as he tried to hold back. "c'mon baby, just act like that's me, that's me fucking you so well," and he didn't even have to go on, your orgasm washing over you at eren's words and the stimulation, your fingers pulling out of you and your knees coming together while your face twisted in pure pleasure, the sound of eren unfolding on the other line as well.

"______!" he moaned, letting his cum spill all over his hand, and oh, what a sight. "fuck... did you like that?"

you flipped the camera back, placing it on the bed and using your one hand that was holding the phone to pull both your underwear and sweatpants back on. "i guess," you murmured once you had your bottoms on again. "i'll be right back."

"yeah, me too."

both you and eren left to clean yourself up and wash your hands, you coming back to eren being back first. "so when are you coming back again?" he asks, now his face once again fully in the camera laying on his stomach, clutching his pillow.

you held back a small laugh at his boyish grin when he looked at you, clear content in his eyes, the light from the phone illuminating his features. "two more days, i'll see you soon, eren."

"that's too long. can we do this again if i start missing you again?"

"no, this was a one time thing, i'm hanging out with my friends!" eren pouted at you and squeezed his pillow a little more then leaning forward and kissing the phone making you grimace at him and start laughing. "you're so weird."

"shut up and go hang out with your friends."

you and eren finally hung up the phone after a mantra of 'i love you' from both ends, you finally heading back downstairs.

"well that took forever." historia said, her eyebrows raised at you when you strut back in the living room.

"yeah cause she was probably phone fucking her boyfriend." ymir joked, but it caught you off guard because, she wasn't wrong.

"i wasn't!" you retorted quicker than you meant to, historia and sasha laughing.

"i took a nap while you were up there... that’s how long you took! we have to get ready, we're leaving to go out to eat at four pm." pieck yawned, stretching out her arms and legs and moving them from where she stretched them into your previous spot.

"okay, well then i'm gonna go back upstairs to get ready." you replied, turning back around to head back upstairs.

"don't waste anymore of our time being on the phone with jaeger boy." ymir scoffed as she watched you go up the stairs, historia hitting her shoulder from beside her.

"i won't!" you smiled to yourself, as you made your trek back up the stair, of course you wouldn't take any longer than you needed to getting ready, but you definitely wouldn't waste anytime getting back to eren once you made it back home.

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therandomficwriter · 3 years

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Breaking The Silence

Who: Jacob Black

What: When Reader walked away from Jacob, after he finally talks to them after days of his avoidance, they didn’t think it would hurt them so much. Reader decides it’s time to find out why.

Request: Yes from @nikkitc0703

Warnings: Graphic descriptions, mentions of death, hints of depression, and please let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: I made this to where it’s a continuation of A silence so loud but also to where both could be read as their own story! Also I had to add a keep reading because it was a lot longer than I thought it would be! Anyways Please enjoy! Also please don’t forget to check out the link!⇒ ( ◠‿◠ )

A/N 2: Don’t forget to join my taglist which will be linked at the bottom of this story or at the top of my materlist! And Here’s the first part of you need it!⇒ A Silence So Loud

It has been days since you had walked away from Jacob, and yet it still felt like yesterday. The heartbreak you had felt from his avoidance was nothing compared to what you were currently feeling.

The pain you were now experiencing was excruciating. Your heart felt like it was tearing in two. Never did you think that it could ever feel this bad.

Your once warm days now felt as cold as ice. Anything you tried to do to keep warm no longer worked. During this time you could only think of the heat Jacob let off wishing you could be by his side.

Despite the pull you felt towards him and your desire to be with him, you stuck it out. He had already caused you enough pain and you weren’t about to let him hurt you again.

It had been a while since you had left your house. Your friends soon stopping by to see you. You had explained why you never went to meet them that day, saying you weren’t feeling good.

Luckily they believed the excuse, seeing the state you were now in. Constantly feeling like you were on the edge of death, you had given up on the thought of ever feeling better. You wished these feelings would disappear, not wanting to be like this.

Jacob had come by many times trying to get you to talk to him, but much to his dismay you never opened the door. These visits from him did nothing to help you, the longing for him only growing and your emotional and physical state worsening.

There was an ocean of silence surrounding you two, both slowly drowning in it. Neither of you knew if it would ever get better. Till one day, you decided enough was enough.

You were tired of being cooped up in the house, not having the motivation to do anything. So you took matters into your own hands. You got out of bed with the goal of getting to the bottom of why you were feeling this bad and the only person you needed to talk to was Jacob.

Despite the nice sunny day outside, you tried to dress as warm as possible to make up for your loss of body heat. You walked slowly out of your house and into your car. The pain you felt in your chest making it hard for you to move too fast.

Taking a moment to gather your thoughts, you calmed yourself down preparing for the inevitable confrontation between you and Jake. You start your car and pull out of the driveway heading straight towards the reservation.

As you neared his house your thoughts were running rampant not really sure what you should expect. The the house came into sight and beside their truck and Jake’s bike, you notice a red truck sitting in the drive way.

‘Great,’ you thought sarcastically, ‘Bella just happens to show up now.’

Pulling up behind her truck before turning off your car, you see Bella walking around it and hurried out of the car as fast as you could. Calling her name, you got her attention as she whipped around to look at you.

“Bella what are you doing here?” You question wrapping your jacket more around you.

Her eyes move over your figure with a curious gaze taking in your form. She could tell you didn’t look as lively as usual but chose not to mention it.

“I’m here to talk to Jake. Why are you here?” She asks.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m here for the exact same reason.” You say with a roll of the eyes, the way his nickname rolled off her tongue leaving a bad taste in your mouth.

She sighs before replying, “Come on we can talk to him together.”

You hold in a snarky comment, not wanting to argue with her right now. It’s not that you hated her, no, you actually used to be friends with her. But after seeing the way she treated Jacob, constantly giving him false hope and always putting him second, you’ve grown to see she wasn’t all that you thought she was.

Begrudgingly, you agreed deciding you can have an actual conversation with Jacob later. For now you just need him to know you wanted to talk to him.

Walking up to the door, Bella knocks and you stand slightly behind her waiting for someone to open up. You heart was hammering in your chest at the thought of seeing Jacob. Billy’s face soon comes into view as he opens the door.

“Bella, Y/N.” He says eyes lingering on your figure for a bit before making their way back to Bella as she starts to speak.

“We need to see him.” She said in determination.

“Please.” You say softly, eyes pleading with him.

He hesitates for a second, eyes on you full of sorrow, before looking back at Bella to speak.

“He’s not in.” His face now void of any emotion.

Bella pauses for a moment staring at Billy.

“Look I’m sorry. I really need to see him.” She says pushing past him.

He calls out her name trying to stop her as she makes her way through the house. You look at him with apologetic eyes, muttering out a sorry before following after Bella.

She opens the door to Jacob’s room and looks in. You slowly make your way behind her standing a little back not really wanting to intrude more than you already were.

There he is laying peacefully in his bed in a deep sleep. Heat began to make its way to you slowly at the sight of Jake. You felt yourself wanting to be near him, heart pulling you towards him. Stopping yourself before you can move, you plant your feet firmly in the ground.

Soon you both hear something outside his window. You see Bella look towards it trying to see what it was. She huffs, an angry look crossing her face. Quickly, she turns and almost runs out of the house.

You give one last glance at Jacob, letting out a sigh before making your way out of the house. Apologizing to Billy once again on your way out.

As soon as you make it out of the house you hear Bella yelling at someone. Your eyes dart over to where she was, seeing her making her way towards Sam Uley and his gang.

Trying to decide what to do, you finally come to the decision of going after her, not wanting her to start any unnecessary trouble. You knew Jacob wouldn’t want her to get hurt, even though you were still upset with him, you didn’t want to make it worse between the two of you.

You hurried after her to try and stop her from doing something stupid. As you got closer, you saw Bella push one of the guys so you sped up and eventually reached her. Lightly pulling on one of her shoulders you speak up quietly.

“Bella come on, let’s go, they’re not worth it.”

She releases herself from your grip practically screaming at the guys.

“How won’t tell us anything because he’s scared of you guys!”

They all laugh at her words which only caused her to grow angrier. Then everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. The next thing you new Bella raised up her fist and punch Paul straight in the face.

You gasped at the sudden action, not seeing it coming. Then all you can hear is Sam telling you and Bella to move away, as Paul was shaking violently with rage. You had never seen him so mad.

From the few times you had met him, when you would hang out with Jake and his friends, he never seem anything but friendly, albeit sometimes cocky and sarcastic, but friendly nonetheless. This side of Paul you had never seen before.

Bella slowly started walking backwards, accidentally bumping into you. You felt frozen in place not really sure what to do. Then a huge silver wolf breaks out in front of you in the place Paul once was.

She then turns to start running trying to pull you with her, calling your name to snap out of it. Coming to your senses you try to run but your aching body won’t let you. You stumble back a bit eventually falling right onto your butt.

Behind you, you can hear the voice you had been missing for a while now. Jacob yells for you and Bella and she tries to tell him to run away coming to your side to help you up. Then the unthinkable happens.

Jacob was running straight towards you both, and when he finally reached you guys, he jumped over y’all. If you hadn’t seen it first hand you would’ve never believed it. Standing in Jacob’s place was a giant brown wolf.

He stood before you in his wolf form growling at Paul. Then he jumped at him and all you saw was flashes of grey and brown. Snapping could be heard from the pair as they bit at each other trying to hurt the other. They soon disappeared into the woods, the fighting continuing.

You could hear Sam telling the other two to take you to someone called Emily’s place. Too much in a daze, you stay sitting on the ground staring at where Jacob once was. You heard them help up Bella and someone came to your side to help you.

Feeling a warm hand on your shoulder and someone softly calling your name, you slowly look up to see Embry giving you sympathetic eyes. He helps you up and takes you to your car, offering to drive you.

The ride to Emily’s house was quiet. You were staring out of the window thinking back to the events that had unfolded earlier. Right now you could only hope that Jacob was alright, despite your conflicting feelings for him at the moment.

You eventually pull up to the house, Jared right behind you guys, driving Bella in her truck. Embry gives your hand a quick squeeze before exiting the car. You open your door but hesitated to get out, still overwhelmed with everything.

Jared jumps out of Bella’s truck and you expect her to follow, only to see her rolling her window down.

“Guys I think we should go back and see if Jacob is alright.” She says, eyes shooting straight to you knowing you’ll agree with her.

Before you can get a word out Jared finally speaks up.

“I hope Paul sinks some teeth in. Serves him right.” He chuckles.

You roll your eyes suppressing the urge to tell him something.

“No way, Jacob is a natural. Didn’t you see him phase on the fly?” Embry retorted.

Silently following the guys, you just wanted to sit, your legs feeling like they wanted to give out on you. They yell to Bella telling her to come in with a sarcastic remark. You’re too out of it to even pay attention to them at this point.

Bella eventually leaves the safety of her vehicle walking up to you guys. Before either of you could walk inside Embry speaks up.

“Hey about Sam’s fiancé. Don’t stare. It bugs Sam.” A serious look appeared on his face.

He then walks in leaving you and Bella outside. You both share a questioning look, then slowly make your way into the house. As you walk in you hear a soft welcoming voice make it’s way through the air.

“You guys hungry?” She chuckles, “Like I have to ask.”

You and Bella stop near the door seeing a woman standing with her back towards you guys. She then turns around and that’s when you see it. She has long scars running across her face but despite this she looked absolutely beautiful.

“Who’s this?” She smiles asking the guys.

At this you instantly felt a bit warmer already feeling relaxed by her soft smile.

“That’s Bella Swan.” Jared replied pointing at her.

“So you’re the vampire girl?” Emily smirks.

“So you’re the wolf girl?” Bella retorts walking more into the house.

Emily just chuckles, “Yeah I guess so. I’m engaged to one at least.”

They all let out a small laugh, slowly quieting down. Then suddenly everyone looks straight at you.

“And that’s Y/N L/N” Embry says pausing for a moment.

Something in the way he had said your name and the knowing look that went across Emily’s face make your heart race, not really sure why their reactions were like that.

She smiled softly at you once again before making her way to the table with muffins offering one to each of you, not before scolding the guys for trying to grab one before y’all.

You both agree out of politeness, each grabbing one. As they started speaking, you tuned them out, picking at your muffin, not really in the mood for talking anymore.

Suddenly you felt your heart pulling you outside and you knew Jake was near. Sam then walked into the house saying something to Bella but you weren’t really paying attention.

Soon hearing voices outside you knew they were here. You see Bella out of the corner of your eye as she whips her head towards the door, you following her action.

Paul walks in and takes a seat while Jacob stayed by the door, leaning on it. He look away from Paul eyes making their way to Bella. They stay for only a moment before making their way onto you, staying there.

Growing shy from his stare, you look down letting it burn onto your figure.

Paul turns around, big smirk on his face before talking.

“Sorry” he says towards Bella, sarcasm lacing his voice.

His eyes flick to you for a moment, then quickly move away turning to grab a muffin. Bella then looks towards Jake, his eyes still on you, till he turns to her telling her to meet him outside to talk to her.

You stay put, not wanting to intrude in their conversation. The guys all treat you like you’re family making sure you’re comfortable as you wait for Jacob to return.

Once again you start to feel the pull telling you to find him, and this time you listen. You quietly excuse yourself, everyone throwing you knowing glances as you make your way out the door.

Stopping on the porch, you noticed him standing out in the open as Bella drives away. You could tell their conversation did go how he thought it would. And then, as if he knew you were standing there, he turns making eye contact with you.

You sit at the edge of the porch and wrapped your arms around yourself, waiting for him to make his way to you. When he gets to the porch he sits down next to you leaving a space between you for your sake.

Staring out at the sky, you didn’t want to look him in the eyes right now but you could tell he was looking right at you. You sensed he wanted to say something but you spoke up before he could.

“Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you too bad did he?” You asked softly, still not looking his way.

Even though your feelings for him were conflicting right now, you still wanted to make sure he was alright.

“I’m fine but are you okay?” He asks worry lacing him words.

You let out a sigh before replying, “Not really. I mean physically I didn’t get hurt, not even a single scratch. But on the inside I feel like my heart is tearing apart. And I don’t know why, that’s the reason I came to see you in the first place. But then, ya know...” your voice trailed off towards the end, not really sure how to continue.

“Y/N I’m so sorry you had to find out like that but now you know why I couldn’t tell you and why I had been avoiding you.”

“Yeah but it still doesn’t make the pain I felt because of it, any less.” You say voice slightly shaking.

You try to calm down your wavering emotions. You didn’t want to cry right now but unfortunately it was inevitable.

“I thought I had felt the worst of it when you left me without a word but that was nothing compared to this. When I walked away from you that day it felt like a part of me died. My heart not longer felt like it was part of me and that scared me. Tell me, Jake, why does it hurt so bad?” The tears were streaming down your face at this point, as you finally look at him.

Jacob felt his heart breaking at the sight of you so broken and all because of him. He hated himself more than anything right now for the pain he has caused you. He just wished he could hold you in his arms right now but he knew better than to cross your boundaries.

“I know no apologies could ever fix what I’ve done. You don’t even know how angry I am at myself for making you feel this way. I should have been honest with you from the start despite Sam’s orders. It would’ve saved both of us from this hurt.” He said voice wavering as well, on the verge of crying himself.

“Y/N the reason it’s hurting so much is because I imprinted on you. And I know you don’t know what it means but let me explain.”

He prepared himself for what was to come before continuing.

“Imprinting happens to only a few of us, when one of us shifters make eye contact with someone. It’s kinda like a soulmate thing. As soon as our eyes connected with our imprint nothing else matter anymore, only them.” He says looking you straight in the eyes.

“We become anything they need us to be at that moment and we feel everything for them more than normal. The reason it hurt you so bad was because it’s painful for us and the person we imprint on to be apart for so long. It hurt me so much because I could feel everything you were feeling, and knowing I cause you to feel like that made it 100 times worse.” His eyes started glossing over.

You take a moment to absorb everything thing he was telling you, not really sure what to say. As his words registered in your head, one thing he said keeps bugging you, so you decide to speak your mind.

“So you imprinted on me that day?” You ask trying to process something.

“Yes.” He replied.

“So you’re tell me that if you hadn’t imprinted on me you probably would’ve never told me and we would’ve drifted apart.” You said suddenly growing angry.

“Wait, no, that’s not what I meant!” He said trying to retract his words.

“Well it’s true! If that hadn’t happened you would have never come up to talk to me. And then I wouldn’t have gone to go to your house and seem you turn. We wouldn’t be here talking right now if you didn’t imprint cause it wouldn’t have been your choice to tell me!” You said the tears on your face now out of anger instead of sadness.

You get up and walk a bit further from the house, wrapping your arms around you to try and hold yourself together. You sense Jacob a couple steps behind you but he stops there as to not agitate you more than he already had.

“Y/N I promise you, I would’ve told you sooner or later. It was hard enough already for me not to be able to see you or talk to you. You can ask any of the guys and they’ll tell you I wanted to go and tell you but I couldn’t because Sam ordered us not to. I know I was stupid before for blowing you off for Bella and I now know my mistakes and I want to make it up to you.” He say hoping you’ll turn around to look at him.

“Please believe me when I tell you that I’ve liked you for the longest time and I know I didn’t really show it before but I’m more than willing to show you for the rest of our lives. I promise I’ll never leave you again and I’ll always be there when you need me.” He finished wanting to just go over and hold you in his arms.

Slowly you turn around the tears still streaming down your face. Your conflicting feelings were going haywire not sure if you should believe him or not but you couldn’t deny the pull you felt towards him.

“You promise?” You asked voice shaking with emotion scared of what was to come.

“I promise, with my whole being.” He replies face more serious than you had ever seen it before.

Something within you could sense that he was telling you the truth. Quickly you rush over to him and wrap your arms around him just wanting to be near him.

He glad accepts the hug, pulling your tightly against him, with one arm holding your waist and the other holding the back of your head against him. He finally had his whole world in his arms again.

The cold you had once felt was gone and now replaced with a warmth that wouldn’t go away. Both of your hearts full now that you were together at last.

You spent the rest of the day making up for the lost time with each other. Both of you happy for breaking the silence that once consumed you both.

I guess happy ending are possible after all.

A/N: Oh boy I really hope you guys liked it! I worked really hard to make it as good as the first one and hopefully it was! I did use direct quotes from New Moon tho! And I’m sorry it took so long to finally come out! Either way I hope you all liked it!

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anabsolutetrainwreck · 3 years

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it’s just what we know || h. styles

warnings: dad!harry, talks of pregnancy, slight mention of vomit, talks of kissing

word count: 1.6k

summary: having your second child takes its toll on you and your relationship...

Your daughter was three now. And yet it only felt like yesterday that you’d brought her home from the hospital. She’d certainly tired you and Harry out for a good while after she was born. You both loved Vera unconditionally, so when you discovered you were pregnant again, Harry was worried he’d lose a bit of his love for Vera to give to your new baby. He was scared he didn’t have enough love to share between the three of you.

He’d spend his nights awake, his hands resting on your stomach. Anne had assured him that the love one has for one’s family is never limited. There’s always enough affection to go around. Your own father had said something similar, though it was slightly less poetic.

Your second pregnancy had been far worse than your first. You felt constantly exhausted, dehydrated and sick. It amplified Harry’s guilt immensely. He already felt bad about not being able to love Vera the same as he did when she was an only child, but now you were in pain and there was nothing he could do about it. All he could do was help you sleep comfortably, fetch you water whenever you needed, hold your hair back when you were disposing whatever food you had eaten into the toilet, and provide you with plenty of cuddles.

When your baby boy arrived in June, neither of you were surprised. Your entire family had predicted a boy because Harry had an older sister and you had a younger brother. So, when George Styles arrived, you’d been overjoyed to finally meet him and to have the rough pregnancy over.

Bringing him home, where Vera finally met him, almost solidified the reality that you and Harry had had a second baby. Vera became very obsessed with him very quickly. She would get up early just to come and watch him sleeping soundly. She’d sit and admire as you and Harry took turns in putting him to bed. She hated it when he cried and she hated it when you or Harry got frustrated with him for not stopping. Vera was naturally curious.

At first, it seemed easier than you’d remembered it to be with Vera. However, it quickly became just as stressful. There was nothing as bad as putting in hours upon hours of effort to seemingly get nothing out of it. The constant headaches and heavy eyes were beginning to feel worse than the pregnancy.

You’d always been aware of how tough pregnancy could be. Watching your aunt go through it when you were younger and hearing Anne talk about it when you first revealed you were pregnant with Vera had taught you that much. But you’d never expected it to be this hard.

As of present, you were balancing George on your hip. He was almost nine months old now. He’d found such joy in tugging on your hair and your ears. You tried your very hardest to ignore his actions as you prepared dinner. With only one free hand, it made it incredibly difficult to cook. But it was your only choice. Whenever you put George down, he began crying. And the last thing you needed to hear was more of his crying.

Vera sat at Harry’s piano, pressing her fingers down on random keys, giggling loudly as she went. The tune emitted was far from pleasant. And with the combination of George’s physical torment and Vera’s masterpiece of music, you were nearing your limit.

You’d dealt with them all day. And it was definitely one of those days. To make matters even worse, Vera was going through her daddy’s girl phase. She needed to know where Harry was and when he would be back and she’d only ever do anything if Harry asked her to. As far as she was concerned, you had no authority in her life whatsoever.

Harry had been at the studio all day with Mitch, writing and toying around with the instruments there. There was only so much he could do at home without being interrupted by a clingy Vera Styles. And, as much as you knew how much his music meant to him and his fans, you just wished he’d take a day to look after Vera and George. You were constantly tired, constantly aggravated and constantly stressed. All you wanted was a break.

You heard the front door close. Harry had always slammed the door, it had just been a habit of his. That was until you first had Vera and he learnt that she became easily frightened by the loud bang and it often woke her up. And when she was awake and on edge, she wasn’t going back to sleep. Which, in turn, meant you and Harry didn’t get any sleep either.

You listened silently as Harry hung up his coat and kicked off his shoes. He wandered into the living room. You heard him gasp, “That’s beautiful! You’re so talented!”

It was swiftly followed by Vera’s giggles. She said something to him, something you didn’t quite pick up. You heard his footsteps as he arrived at the threshold of the kitchen. He grinned, “There’s my baby boy!”

You let out a sigh of relief as Harry lifted George from your arms. You smiled to yourself as Harry peppered George’s face in light kisses. He turned to you, “And my gorgeous Y/N.”

He pressed his lips to your forehead, squeezing your hand with his free one. You smiled, “How was Mitch?”

Harry sat himself down at the kitchen table, tickling George as he did so. He shrugged slightly, “He was good. We wrote a great song today, Y/N. Oh, God, you’d have loved it.”

You nodded, “I’m glad you had a great day.”

Perhaps there was an air of bitterness to your tone. But you couldn’t help it anymore. You were just so tired. Besides, Harry didn’t pick up on any traces of sourness, but a part of you almost wanted him to. Maybe then he’d bring you up on it and you could tell him about all your problems.

You felt almost guilty being the person to bring it up; you didn’t want to burden Harry with what you were dealing with. Communication between you and Harry seemed scarce these days. Sure, you’d have a brief catch up in bed, but half the time, you were asleep so quickly the conversation didn’t last all too long. And then the hours between Harry’s arrival home and when you fell asleep was only filled with Vera and George. You knew that’s what parenthood was about, but you just craved some alone time. Harry nodded, “I did. The band is gonna come down tomorrow and we’re gonna play around. You know, see if we can put some music to my lyrics.”

Slowly, you said, “So, you’re going to the studio tomorrow?”

“Yeah. I just have a really great feeling about this song, Y/N. I mean, you really would have loved it.”

“I’m sure I would,” you said, suddenly filled with the urge to cry. “Can you take over for a second?”

You gestured down to the pan you were preparing dinner in. He quickly shot up, much to the glee of little George. You wiped your hands on your trousers and left the kitchen with your head down. Rushing into the bathroom, you let it all out quietly.

You splashed your face with a bit of water in an attempt to wake yourself up a bit. It was only two minutes later that Harry wandered in, ruining your only time alone all day. Upon realising you were upset, he rushed to kneel in front of you, taking your face in his large hands. “Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked, his eyes large and inflated with sympathy.

“Nothing, I’m fine,” you smiled forcefully, kicking yourself internally for that being your default reply whenever you were asked how you were feeling.

“No, please don’t lie.”

“I’m just… just so tired,” you said, feeling lighter already for finally confessing. “I just can’t physically do it on my own. I’m so lonely all day. And I know I’m just being selfish, but I feel like I’m raising them without you. It feels like I never see you anymore.”

“You’re not being selfish, my love. Please, don’t think you’re being selfish for feeling alone. I love you. I love you so much. Okay? I’ll make the effort now, okay? I will. I promise. Please, darling, don’t keep stuff like this to yourself anymore. I need to know. I’ll tell you what, I’ll tell the band to have the day off tomorrow and I’ll stay and look after George and Vera. You can do whatever you want all day, whether that be sleep or go see your parents.”

He never failed to make you smile, with slightly flushed cheeks.

“Are you sure?”

“We shouldn’t even be a big thing. I’m their father, I should just automatically put in as much effort as you,” he said.

You sighed, “Well, yeah, but you are a lot busier than me.”

“I’m never too busy for my three angels. Alright? I love you,” he said softly, kissing you.

It felt as if something within you had reigniting. It felt as if this kind of intimacy had been lost on you and Harry since having kids. And, for a split second, you felt seventeen again. “Thank you,” you whispered, laying your forehead against his.

“Stop thanking me for doing the bare minimum. You know I hate it,” he sighed, leaning into your touch. “Now, come on, before we end up with spaghetti all over the kitchen walls.”

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Never stopped loving you (pt. I)

Based on this prompt | part II | part III (will be added)

Summary: Damiano x reader [undefined gender].

Reader is lying in the grass next to Damiano, and is conteplating about their past relationship and their complicated feelings towards him.

Word count: 1,3K

Consists: mostly fluff, some angst, sadness, pining.

Thanks to @daviddamiano for proofreading. This fic is heavily inspired by 'Young Heart' by Birdy.

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You were lying on your stomach next to the pool in the afternoon sun, trying to read a book. It was a good one, but you felt your mind drift away constantly. Not much was needed to distract you, you thought, as you looked up for the third time. Across the pool Victoria and Thomas were talking and laughing. You smiled at the sight and looked down at your book again. It wasn’t that strange that you couldn’t focus.

Only yesterday you had all returned from the promo tour and you felt exhausted. If you were tired, you couldn’t imagine how the others must feel. While it had been exiting to meet all those fans, certainly since they hadn’t expected that much popularity, you knew how hard it had been for them to never have a moment to themselves. You were glad you didn’t have to be in the limelight. Quite the opposite, going unnoticed helped you to capture the best images.

Everyone looked tired, but Damiano definitely looked the worst. He had denied it, but you knew him too well. You knew the late nights and early interviews had taken its toll. You glanced at him. He was lying next to you in the shade, as he had to protect his newest acquisition from the sun. At least he seemed to be able to relax now. His eyes were closed and he had a calm expression, his hair still slightly wet from the shower. You wondered if he’d fallen asleep, as your eyes fell on his bare chest, rising and falling slowly. You quite liked his new tattoo, which surprised you. His love for tattoos had often been cause for quarrels in the past. You sighed and put the book aside. You weren’t going to be able to concentrate anyway. You ran your hand trough the grass, lost in thought.

A crazy couple of weeks it had been, which all had started when you agreed on a whim to photograph for them at Eurovision. Vic had pestered you about it ever since winning San Remo, saying you couldn’t refuse now you’d finally finished university. You’d had your doubts at first, since you hadn’t been together with the band since you had left. You hadn’t seen Vic in ages though, living in different cities and Covid guidelines preventing unnecessary travel. When you were younger you were inseparable, being cousins and best friends since you could remember. That was what finally made you agree, only a week before traveling to Rotterdam.

It had been the best decision you’d made in a long time. From the beginning everyone acted as if you had never been away. You were grateful for this, and you suspected that Vic had a hand in it. You had been worried for it to be awkward, since you’d left so suddenly. Everyone was happy to let you share in the excitement however, and quickly you were joking around with the rest of them.

With Damiano you had made the silent agreement not to speak a word about what happened, which helped a great deal. You didn’t want to admit how relieved it made you feel to be able to speak to him again. Having pushed away how much you’d missed him for so long, it felt like a great weight had lifted from your chest. A weight you hadn’t realised you still carried. Finally you were able to build on your friendship. You had hoped he wanted that as well.

Across the pool, Victoria screamed as Thomas tried to pull her towards the water. She put up a reasonable fight, but eventually they both splashed into the pool. Damiano laughed. ‘Idiots,’ he said, without even opening his eyes. He hadn’t been asleep. Thomas came closer to your edge of the pool. ‘Do you have any idea where Ethan is?’ he asked. ‘Probably being sensible and having a siesta inside, where you can’t bother him,’ you replied. As Thomas opened his mouth to respond, Vic jumped on him, choosing that moment to retaliate. Smiling, you looked back at Damiano. His eyes were still closed, but he looked amused. Spots of sunshine danced on his face and chest now, as the sun shifted. You loved how comfortable the silence was between you now.

It hadn’t been that way at first, you both had been a bit guarded, unsure how to approach each other. It hadn’t helped that the longer you were around him, the more reminded you of what you had loved about him. Afraid this would make him uncomfortable, eventually you had spoken to yourself sternly, saying: ‘you’ve got the chance to be friends now, just enjoy it’.

It had been easier to be open to him after that, and you noticed he’d returned that gratefully. It made space for looks of understanding, before snorting with laughter; teaming up to take the piss out of the others and best of all: genuine conversations. You might enjoy those moments a little too much for your own good, but you chose to ignore it. You just hoped no one else had noticed it.

You looked across the water. Victoria and Thomas had decided they had enough of it and had climbed out of the pool. They were drying themselves off, talking of going inside for a rehearsal . You were still quite content where you were, now the sun had lost some strength.

The best memory you had was just after their victory, backstage, while preparing to perform their final song. A sobbing Vic had finally let go of you, to try and salvage what was left of her makeup. Then Damiano had suddenly hugged you out of nowhere in the rush to get to the stage. ‘I can’t believe it! I simply cannot believe it!’ he had yelled on top of his voice. You’d held him at arms length, yelling ‘I can, I’m so proud of you!’ as he beamed back. For that moment it had felt like you had never broken up. It had felt so special that he wanted to share it with you. The pictures you took that night, were the best you’d ever taken. And as of the party…

‘What are you smiling about?’ You looked up, startled. Damiano lay propped up on one elbow, smirking. ‘I – nothing, just thinking about the last couple of weeks.’ It was at least partly truthful, but you had the feeling he could see straight through it. Damiano laughed, ‘Of course, daydreaming again.’ If only he knew what you’d been thinking about. ‘Oh shut up,’ you sputtered. It wasn’t much of a retort. Damiano just raised his eyebrows, again with that annoying smirk. ‘Anyway, I was going to get a drink, would you like one too?’

Grateful for the change of subject you said: ‘Oh finally, I thought you’d never ask. I’d like an caffè freddo.’ ‘Of course you do’ he said while standing up. ‘I hope we still have ice in the freezer. Anything else, signora?’ ‘No I think that’s it for now, do you think you’ll manage?’ you said, while grinning up at him. As a reply he pretended to smack you on the head while he walked past. A few steps away he turned around and winked, as if he wanted to make sure you knew it was a joke. You watched him walk around the pool, still with that ridiculous grin on your face.

Suddenly you realised what you were doing. ‘Oh God no,’ you whispered, while dropping your face into your hands. Sometimes you could be so frustrated with yourself. You turned on your back and looked up at the bright blue sky. You shouldn’t let your thoughts run away with you like that, it wasn’t fair to either of you.

Taglist: @rocketqueen, @tabi-toast, @butterfly-skinnylegend, @glittermalia (let me know if you want to be added for part II).

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