#have you ever loved something so badly you cannot breathe

[luveline]

hiii jadey <3 i’ve been having a bit of a rough time in college lately and i was wondering if you’d be willing to write some bombshell!reader where spencer talks about being bullied in high school and maybe bombshell can relate? even if not, just a lot of comfort please? i hope you’re doing well!! <333

ty for ur request!!! fem

It’s a blessing and a curse whenever you come around. Spencer’s thinking he hadn’t seen you in a while when your text lights up his screen, a summoning if there ever was one. 

Hi Spencer, I need some help with my laptop. It turns out for about ten seconds and then turns off again. Do you think you can fix it?

He has no idea. Probably. Do you want me to come by SCU? 

No need

“Spencer!” you say, practically glowing as you drop your messenger bag on his already crowded desk. “Sorry, that’s so heavy.”

“You’re here,” he says, surprised. 

You lean down to hug him in his chair. Spencer can’t ignore that he likes every part of you, your arms as they wrap around his shoulders, the perfume on your neck as you touch your cheek to his, even the soft exhale of your breath by his ear. “Hi, Dr. Reid,” you say gently. “Missed you. So happy my laptop isn’t working ‘cos now I get to see you.” 

You pull away with a grin. Your lips are a shade of pink that Spencer won’t soon forget.

“That was fast.” 

“So fast,” you say. “You know I love an excuse to see you and to not be at work.” 

You work very hard, but you’re like anyone. Stealing time is fun and free. “You’re not gonna get in trouble, right?” 

“With who? Hotch doesn’t care if I’m here and Sandy,” —you full body shiver at the mention of your boss— “won’t notice I’m gone for another hour. Besides, I can’t have a broken laptop. They’re pretty cool, right?”

“Laptops?” 

“Yeah, I like them. I just need the WiFi to work everywhere.” You squint at him. “Is that something you can do?” 

Spencer cannot make the WiFi work everywhere you go, but he can soft reset your laptop after a short investigation of the problem. It takes about five minutes, in which you steal Morgan’s chair and get comfortable next to him, legs crossed, hand resting open on your thigh. “You’re so smart. I bet you were very popular in high school.” 

He laughs, startled, a horrible sinking feeling moving through his chest. “What? Why would you think that?”

“‘Cos you’re a genius at everything, right? I bet you were always helping people with their homework.” 

His lips last. He doesn’t know what to say. “I don’t think I talked to anyone in high school who didn’t want to hang me at the top of a flag pole,” he says honestly. 

Your lovely smile falls flat. “What?” 

“I skipped a couple of grades, so I was younger than everybody, and I wasn’t well liked. I was actually bullied pretty badly.” He laughs again with that same brittle panic. He’s talking without thinking, it just spilled out, it’s spilling still, “I used to get beat up for breathing wrong.” 

You’re quiet. Spencer panics worse because why has he told you that? You’re so sweet to him but that doesn’t mean you wanted to know about his worst moments, he can practically feel the affection you had for him melting away as you realise he’s a loser, he’s pathetic–

“I was bullied too,” you say, giving him a tentative smile. “All the way through high school and a little bit after that, too. Maybe that’s why we get along so well, huh?” 

He looks at his hands. “You were?” 

“Yep.” He can hear the strain of wanting to sound normal. “I mean, I didn’t get beat up, Spencer, that’s awful and I’m– I’m so sorry.”

You’re the last person he’d ever want an apology from, because you’re one of the only people he’s ever met who likes him as he is. You could never make him hurt the way he did back then. High school was years ago and it lingers like it happened yesterday. “I can still remember the stuff they used to say to me,” he says. 

“I got made fun of for so much stuff,” you agree. “Boys I didn’t even know would berate me in the halls for just being there. I got called ugly so much I genuinely believed I was for years.” 

“You’re not ugly,” he says immediately. 

“I know.” 

He nods thoughtfully. “It’s hard trying to forget about it. I think if people knew how much I carry with me from then they’d tell me to let it go, but I can’t.” 

“You don’t have to let it go, Spence, so long as you know it’s not your fault it happened.” 

You offer your hand. Spencer stares at it. You wiggle your fingers and he thinks, Oh, grasping it quickly, before you change your mind. Your fingers slide between his and you rub the back of his hand with your thumb, smiling approvingly, eyes crinkled with pleasure. 

“They don’t know what they missed,” you say, a hint of shyness in your voice that’s swiftly covered by your usual confident drawling, “they had unfiltered and unadulterated access to the Spencer Reid, n’ I have to pretend my laptops broken just to see you. So crazy.” 

You give his hand a good squeeze.

“It was sort of broken,” he says as you take your hand back. He’s sure his brain is broken too. 

“Nah, it always does that. I just give it a love tap and it fixes it again.” 

“A what?” He laughs so loudly it turns heads. His crush on you turns to full blown infatuation.

#spencer and bombshell!reader #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction

[facefullofsadness]

hybrid!aespa in heat

subby!aespa x dom!reader

smut, 1k wc

I'm going crazy, I haven't been able to stop thinking ab this since my SEVEN THIRTY AM CLASS, but I cannot stop thinking about hybrid!aespa in heat for the first time??

like maknae line are very bby girl in ur relationship, you treating them like a princess in and out of bed, and them just sitting still looking pretty for you! yizhuo seems more of a switch in my head than minjeong does as a hybrid, but when they're in heat, they both become the subbiest babies ever!

minjeong would be RED, cheeks completely flushed and skin hot to the touch. her eyes darting everywhere and hands as fists clutching her clothes, her sheer clothing suddenly feeling too hot. you'd crawl over her squirming body on the bed and she'd whine so hard. "idk what's happening to me y/n-ie. b-but, fuck, please help me," she'd say during her first heat. her hands would reach out blindly for any part of you to clutch onto and pull you into her, her shoving her heated face into your neck. you kinda worried about her, not knowing what was going on, but after she whimpered against your neck by your hot breath whispering into her ear, it clicked. extremely sensitive and respondent to every single brush of your skin against hers, having the most reactive effects on her body. trembling, jolting, shivering, whimpering. the way she would be so loud and whiney when you finally give her what she wants, rutting her hips against your mouth or fingers, could be both! or your own hips too. "so hot, so hot!" she whines desperately, shoving her hips against you as she falls apart.

yizhuo wouldn't be so naive as to what was happening. as soon as she felt her stomach twist and that feeling consuming her entire body with every passing second, her heart started to pound and muscles would tense. immediately dragging herself shakily to look for you and burying her body into yours, sitting in your lap and purring softly in your ear on your skin. suddenly becomes a lot more clingy and whiney, not really feeling any shame or embarrassment unlike the latter. so it's not surprising when she grinds her clothed cunt against your lap, long and deep rolling of her hips against you, just to feel anything. "y/n-ie, I-I think it's happening... you smell fuck- you smell so g-good... you feel so good... I need more, this isn't enough, please give me more..." taking her right then and there on the couch and having her head thrown back as you fuck her with the utmost stamina you can give, her always begging you to give her more. would go so many rounds with you because she can't stop how the knot in her stomach would never fully be relieved, rutting against you even as you try to ease her orgasm, overstimulating herself but immediately ready to go again.

as for the unnie line, it's like night and fucking day. they're definitely wearing the pants in your relationship, having you close to them when you're out in public, pulling you into them with their hand on your hip or wrapping their arm around your shoulders. jimin is a gentle and firm lover while aeri is confident and loves to show you off (under her supervision ofc). but when they're in heat, oh my god the thought makes me dizzy. complete 180.

jimin's eyes would darken as lust and sexual desire consume her. her stare would trail your relaxed body, laying back on the bed. her core started to throb and her hands formed fists against the blankets. crawling up to you, a pained and needy expression spreading across her face. you would look up at her in confusion, your usually quiet and reserved gf looking intense, her eyes drilling holes through your body which made you feel conscious suddenly. "y/n..." she said your name so low and croaky, her voice triggering something in your brain. at this point you understood what she wanted, but you hadn't expected how badly she needed it. "I need you so badly. I need you to fuck me..." taken aback by the sudden advance had your head spinning, but seeing your girlfriend soooo needy, cheeks flushed pink and hot breath hitting your skin, her chest rising up and down with each pant she released, you had to listen to her! you pleasuring her while she's on top of you, grinding her hips down into you and releasing whiney moans with each roll of her body. mumbling incoherently how good it feels and how much of a good girl you are for listening so well to her, her fingers patting your head as her orgasm builds to the wet sounds coming from her aching core.

aeri hated being a hybrid at times because she knew going into heat would make her subby! born to be a dommy mommy, forced to be a baby girl! she absolutely rocks your world whenever you guys fuck, but when she finally experiences it, it's almost comical how different she suddenly is. pushing you up against the door having just come home from dinner, greedily feeling your body with her big hands and lips bruising against her's. when your thumb traced her nipple, she'd moan embarrassingly loud into your mouth, shocking both of you. you pull back to look at her and her eyes are squinted shut, leaning her body into your touch more when you try to take your hand away. "fuck y/n, don't you dare pull away, give me your all right now. I need you sososo bad, it hurts so fucking much..." she'd moan and whine like a sub while demanding you to fuck her like the natural dom she is. sitting in her lap with your lips around her neck, your tongue dragging across the length of her throat as she pulls you by the waist further into her, trying to maximize the amount of sheer pleasure you were giving. releasing deep guttural groans with every roll of her hips, the occasional high pitched loud moan escaping, her fingernails digging into your skin.

and I didn't really mention it but my headcanons for hybrid!aespa are kitten or wolf!rina, puppy!aeri, bunny!winter, and kitten!ning. BUT TO EACH THEIR OWN! (I wish they OWNED me- what who said that?)

#ffos shorts #aespa #karina #winter #giselle #ningning #jimin #yu jimin #yoo jimin #minjeong #kim minjeong #aeri #aeri uchinaga #uchinaga aeri #ning yizhuo #yizhuo #kpop gg #fanfiction #kpop #girl group smut #aespa smut #karina smut #giselle smut #winter smut #ningning smut

[lovandr]

Oliver Quick x Fem!Reader

Warning: 18+ MDNI, jealous!Ollie, choking, my terrible grammar 😚

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now we all know that oliver is an obsessive lover. that much is clear. he wants to be with you hell he needs it. it feels like part of him is missing when you’re gone. he can’t stop himself from touching you the minute you walk through his dorm room door. the second you enter the threshold his hands are on you, fingers stroking your cheeks, lips on yours. he just cannot get enough.

if he could crawl inside your ribcage and live by your heart forever he’d do it in a heartbeat. having his thick cock burried deep inside you is the next best thing to him. fucking you raw and deep is intimate in way nothing else is. there’s just something so raw and personal about him being the only person who gets to see you splayed out on his bed, your hands tangled in his hair, your soft eyes looking into the icy blue of his own, all while his cock lays embedded within you.

much like felix, he doesn’t like to share what’s his. he won’t. he likes having you all to himself. and he likes being yours. this causes him to get a little (a lot) jealous when he sees you with other guys. if michael looks at you too long he makes sure to protectively place his hand on your thigh, squeezing ever so gently to let his ‘friend’ know that you’re off limits. does oliver see michael as competition? of course not! but he does know how badly michael wanted to be where he is now, his cock in your tight pussy, ravaging you like it was his birthright. of course he knew that’s how michael felt, because thats how he felt during those first few weeks of university after seeing you for the first time. he felt like a horny high schooler with a crush way out of his league (in his opinion). when you said his named for the first time he could have came in his jeans then and there, you were just so beautiful. so, so beautiful. now you were all his.

i wouldn’t put it past him to fuck the ever-loving shit out of you when you get back to the dorms. it’s not that he doesn’t trust you, god he trusts you with his life. he doesn’t trust everyone else. maybe he’s a little insecure but all that goes out the window when he’s driving himself into you, his hand grasping your throat- not hard enough to bruise but firm enough to get the message across- he cock so hard and thick that it feels like he may break you.

he moves his hand up to your cheek lightly tapping to get your attention watching the way your glassy eyes focus on him and only him. good.

“who do you belong to, hmm?” he asks, his thrusts never faltering, his cock so deep inside you, you were sure you could feel it in your stomach. “you” it was barely above a whisper, tears of pure ecstasy flowing down your soft cheeks. he needed to hear it, he needed to feel it. he ceases his thrusts immediately, smiling devilishly at the whine that escapes your kiss bitten lips. “who do you belong to, sweetheart? don’t make me ask again.” his hand is back round your throat, a tighter grip this time. you can barely breathe but it brings you so close to the edge. “You! Oliver. Im yours all yours.” it comes out almost like a prayer, an act of pure devotion and love. it was true. you didn’t want or need anyone else when you had such a beautiful man to wreck you and put you back together again every time. he gives you a smile of satisfaction, it’s almost condescending, but by god does it stir your stomach.

“there’s my good girl.”

taglist 💌: @sydneyyymayyy

#smut #saltburn smut #saltburn #oliver quick #oliver quick x reader #oliver quick x y/n #oliver quick x you #lovie’s stuffs🦈 #lovie’s drabbles🦈

[lizziesribbons]

wedding wanda please!! she’d just fall in love w u all over again and then the night of ur wedding she just goes feral and calling u “my wife” “all mine” and she just gets super possessive and proud that u are now hers !!!

I Do |

PAIRING: WANDA MAXIMOFF X FEM! READER

summary: Wanda and you get married and then then Wanda goes all soft and fuckes you in your wedding dress ahhh

warnings: ****MINORS DNI***** *****MEN DNI***** fluff so much fluff 🥺 I'm going so aahwhwhwh, smut, praise ALOT OF PRAISE AHHH, name calling (Wanda calling you my wife, my love, princess, doll) I sobbed I wanna have soft sex with Wanda so bad I just know she will be the most gentle.

author's note: just reminding you guys that my first language is not English so if there's any grammatical errors PLEASE IGNORE THEM AND MOVE TF ON. Also I have no idea how weddings work so I did what I did

Word count: 2.1k

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standing in your bridal gown, looking outside, and seeing Wanda standing there waiting for you, it was like a dream come true you've been waiting months for this day and now it was finally here. It seemed like everything around you just stopped. You could see nothing else but Wanda. In a white wedding gown, soon to be your wife. YOUR WIFE.

your dad came from behind holding your arm, breaking you from your gazing he said "Are you ready to go down the aisle sweetheart?" you took a deep breath and nodded as you both started walking.

as you walk down the aisle everyone cheers, "You are in Love" by Taylor Swift playing faintly in the background as you looked at Wanda and saw your whole world right there and then. It was like you were born to live this day and day alone. Everything seemed perfect everything made sense now.

Wanda looked at you and smiled. She smiled so hard that her cheeks started hurting. Tears in her eyes she saw you as you stood there in front of her, she wanted to kiss you so badly.

Clint was the one leading the wedding because Wanda insisted as he was the closest father figure to her and she loved him so dearly. "Wanda and y/n my two beautiful friends and my family members. I have known y/n ever since she was a little girl, she was always so compassionate and funny" he pauses and light laugh "So funny actually. She was always goofing around and her jokes oh my God I cannot forget them she was always joking about something or someone she would make me laugh in the darkest of times" he paused again looked at you and smiled. "let me tell you, guys, something, one time when y/n was wearing a pillow on her head as a wedding veil came up to me, she was only five at time. and asked me "Uncle Clint!!!! do I look good???" and gave me a twirl and haha I said "ofc you do sweetheart, who's your groom?" and she looked at me and rolled her eyes "Silly I don't have a groom I'm marrying my doll cause I love her the most" and then she forced me by giving me those pretty pleading eyes that still work to this day to come to her wedding and I went and now here I am standing in between y/n and Wanda at their actual wedding" with now tears in his eyes he looked at Wanda

"Wanda.. Oh, I've known Wanda for more than 10 years now I saw her grow up into this powerful beautiful woman she is now, I remember when she came up to me asking me if she should ask y/n out I told her whatever was in her heart she should just put it out, I saw there relationship grow stronger and stronger each day. They are the most for each other as one could be, I remember when Wanda asked me how she should propose to y/n I told her the same thing again that she should do whatever is in her heart, Wanda my pretty Wanda I love you and I'm so proud of you for the women you have become, my heart breaks into millions when I think about how both of you are not so little anymore but it screams in joy when I see you two together so in love with each other." that was it he stopped talking, he was softly sobbing now so are many of our friends and family members.

He speaks again after some silence clearing his throat, "We are gathered here today to witness the sacred union of Wanda Maximoff and Y/n Y/l/n We stand here to honor and celebrate the love shared between these two people, as they come together to start their new life with a solemn vow, surrounded by their closest family and friends"

He turned to Wanda and said "Repeat after me.

I, Wanda take you, Y/n, to be my wife. I promise that from this day forward I will regard you not only as my equal, but as my closest friend. I promise to comfort you in sickness and in health. I promise to demonstrate my commitment to you through love, laughter, and compassion. I love you." and as Wanda did he looked at you next and said "Repeat after me.

I, Y/n take you, Wanda, to be my wife. I promise that from this day forward I will regard you not only as my equal, but as my closest friend. I promise to comfort you in sickness and in health. I promise to demonstrate my commitment to you through love, laughter, and compassion. I love you." "It's time for the vows," he says softly

You begin first "Wanda, darling, for so long, I wondered if I would ever find my love, my soulmate. Then four years ago, at another wedding, I turned to a friend for comfort, and instead, I found everything that I’d ever been looking for my whole life. And now, here we are, with our future before us, and I only want to spend it with you – my love, my soulmate, my friend… Unless you don’t want to.”

Wanda started tearing up but holding her composure she began, "Y/n, I thought this was going to be the most difficult thing I ever had to do. But when I saw you walking down that aisle, I realized how simple it was. I love you. Any surprises that come our way, it’s ok, because I will always love you. You were the person I was meant to spend the rest of my life with."

(An: these vows are definitely not stolen from friends)

"just to be sure" he laughs "Do each of you take the other to be your lawful wedded spouse?”

Wanda and you say together with eagerness "I do".

After exchanging the rings he speaks again,

"By the power vested in me by the State of California, I now pronounce you wife and wife. You may now kiss" and took a step back as Wanda eagerly came forward and kissed me softly and whispered "oh I've been waiting all day for this" making you laugh and tear up.

"Ladies and Gentleman, for those of you who have come to witness this union, it is my pleasure to present the newly united couple, Y/N and WANDA Maximoff."

there's that. you and Wanda were married. Actually married. the rest of the evening went great everyone danced laughed cried.

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(wedding night)

Your flight was tomorrow in evening so you and Wanda had the whole night to yourself, as you sat there on the bed taking off your jewelry Wanda came from the back rubbing your shoulders you instantly relaxed in her touch

She bent down so she could whisper in your ear softly "I want to fuck you in this dress" You could hear the smirk on her face, and as you hesitantly looked at her she immediately knew what you meant "I promise I'll be gentle no damage would be done to that dress" Wanda knew how much you loved that dress so she wouldn't dare ruining it

"I bought this just for tonight," she says holding a Scarlett strap out in her hand, it was just perfect not too big or too small

"lay down" she whispers in your ear and you did, she folds your dress to your waist and takes off your underwear Wanda was only in her undergarments she took them off and fastened the harness around her as she stood between your legs she caressed your legs and align the strap to your opening slowly entering you while maintaining eye contact as she watched your face confronted in pleasure, only light moans coming out of your mouth

you underestimated the size, it wasn't too thick but it was long. When Wanda was fully in she gave you a moment to get used to the strap

Her fingers entwined with yours, your foreheads touching lightly she thrusts inside you, slowly but hard, every thrusting was pulling a moan out of you as Wanda gasped in your ear throwing praises here and there

"you're doing so good princess"

"my pretty wife"

"oh baby you look so pretty like that"

she didn't stop the praises her thrusts only speeding up, not too fast just perfect sending you into ecstasy, her strap hit your g spot in every thrust "Wanda I'm cumming!!" without warning you came all over her strap.

"Can you give me one more doll? please?" looking at her pleading eyes you weakly nodded as Wanda gently fucks you through your orgasm, kissing your neck so softly she said "My wife only mine" She gasps her orgasm reaching her soon "All mine! cum with me baby," she says as she let out a moan collapsing over you, making sure not to put all her weight on you, you came soon after.

As you both came down from your high Wanda tried to get up but your arms stopped her "Noo please don't go" she cupped your face and said "I'll just be a minute princess" She got and undid the harness and threw it down, took your dress off softly and cleaned you up and herself

"here take some water baby" She gave you and glass of water and you drank as she took the wedding dress to the closet, peaking her head out from the closet she asked, "do you wanna sleep with clothes on or off doll?" "off please" you replied softly yawning

Wanda nodded and got out of the closet, as you made someplace in the bed for her she got under the cover immediately holding you, you lay your head on her chest clutching her like a koala

Wanda started caressing your back "Goodnight my beautiful wife", you smiled and muttered something out hoping Wanda would understand.

And she did. She always does.

#elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff fanfiction #dark!wanda maximoff #lizzie olsen #elizabeth olsen x y/n #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff smut #mommy wanda #soft wanda maximoff

[itgirl-111]

Embodiment of love

She looks just like a dream.....

I am literally the prettiest dream girl ever. Looking at my face means instantly getting serotonin and adrenaline, dopamine rush. Just being in my presence is itself a present. My presence alone has value in it, feels like a literal nostalgic Deja Vu like dream you never want to wake up from. I embody love and beauty, physically, emotionally, mentally, spiritually, energetically.

The prettiest stars in the world.....

My beauty is unrivaled, I look like the prettiest angels and stars of the galaxies. I am simply so breathtaking, irresistible, and unforgettable. I embody the prettiest sunsets, prettiest stars, prettiest skies, prettiest oceans, and prettiest art. My beauty is otherworldly, the one that you'd want to capture it so badly. Even the camera couldn't capture a tenth of my beauty, because I'm just way too beautiful. I am a living, breathing work of art. I am so mesmerizing it's insane. Every single day I wake up looking a billion times prettier than I was yesterday. My beauty knows no limits. I am just naturally and effortlessly beautiful. My beauty is the one that is once in a blue moon, it's rare, it's too precious. The moment you lay your eyes on me the only thing on your mind is "wow". Seriously, how is it even possible for someone to look this pretty that you'd take their breath away? But it is possible for me, yes, because I'm the ultimate dream girl.

Embodiment of love.....

I am the embodiment of love itself, you don't know true love until you see me. One look is enough for you to fall utterly in love with me. I am the first love, I am the definition of love. I'm the embodiment of love in the purest form. If love was a person it would be me. I'm immensely in love with myself inside out, and this love only keeps increasing. I act, walk, talk, like I'm a blessing because I literally am!!. There's something so lovely, adorable, otherworldly, ethereal, magical and angelic about my aura that people simply cannot help but to fall in love with. I have 0 haters, I mean come on, I'm literally the best of the best. I'm simply loved, respected and admired by everyone. I am everyones favourite everything. I am the dream girl, the one that you dream of. I'm the typa girl you wish you had. I'm the typa girl you wish you would become. I'm the typa girl who you see once and never forget. I'm the typa girl who you can't help but to love and adore. I'm the typa girl you want to protect and cherish with all your heart. I'm the typa girl you wanna see win. I'm the typa girl that takes your breath away. Im the typa girl that makes your heart race. I'm the typa girl who reminds you of everything. I'm the typa girl who reminds you of love songs. I'm the typa girl you miss when I'm not around. I'm the typa girl you wanna spoil. I'm the typa girl who brings the soft side out of you. The only one.

A dream....

I would just be sitting there and doing nothing and everyone would go crazy over me. Everything about me, my aura prompts people to smile uncontrollably like an idiot in love. Even the coldest of people turn soft for me. It's like everything around me just turns into that one romantic and dreamy shoujo manga. Being in my presence is strangely addicting yet comforting. The world is literally a happy, ethereal and magical dream when I am in it. People automatically feel better in my heavenly presence. I literally embody makoto shinkai's movies, so breathtakingly beautiful, dreamy and the literal embodiment of love. I embody all the majestic love songs. My beauty, presence, aura, vibe, personality, mindset, my voice, literally everything about me is so dreamy, perfect and lovable. It's like I walked right out of a love struck, euphoric dream. That's right I'm a dream you never want to wake up from.

#vaunting #vaunts & affirmations #beauty affirmations #manifestation #manifesting #loassumption #affirmations #affirm #affirmyourlife #affirmdaily #manifestingreality #manifestyourreality #master manifestor #neville goddard #dylan james #dream girl #desired reality

[shomixremix]

I miss Kaveh sm :(( so can i req kaveh with a reader who is inexperienced and is too nervous to ask something during their session?? (Bonus points if reader gets flustered easily)

ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE ♡︎

this is my first ever reqs, i'm so excited!! thank you anon <33 i haven't yet met kaveh in game (i swear i explored fontaine and sumeru i just never got around to doing his story quest, or maybe i just didn't really notice him in the archon quest??), but all the more reason to do it!! he's such a cutie, i love him (and his relationship with alhaitham👀) so muchh

tags: kaveh, female! reader, smut, loss of virginity, first time, teasing

-> your first time with kaveh, who knows very well how flustered he makes you, and uses that to his advantage ♡︎

reqs open ♡︎ | minors DNI

he had planned this for so long, and now it was finally happening. kaveh was going to fuck you.

he knew just how badly you wanted this - and how badly you couldn't say it. his sweet girlfriend, although the pride and joy of the akademiya, was always so sweet, so deliciously flustered and shy. you couldn't just voice your needs to him!

but kaveh wasn't dumb, in fact, it was quite the opposite. he very well noticed how you would squirm on his lap when the two of you would make out in his studio, how you'd softly sigh whenever his hands would accidentally brush your more sensitive spots, how you'd fiddle with your fingers nervously when you ask him for something so chaste and simple as a small kiss.

so, he took the matters into his own hands.

he basically bribed al haitham to get lost for a few hours, and have the place all to himself. the scribe very much so obliged, not very keen on hearing what goes on in kaveh's bedroom.

it wasn't as if you were uncomfortable under the blonde; he was your boyfriend, after all! even your vast vocabulary didn't have a word quite perfect enough to describe how you felt under him - flustered, perhaps?

"what's wrong, love?" he chirped as he kissed you, his chest discarded of the signature white shirt and his sunshine strands ruffled. his figure isn't particularly large and he is quite a lean man, yet you still felt quite intimidated as you were laid on his soft covers under him, your head nestled on the pillow against the headboard.

"n-nothing, kaveh, i just.." you just wanted more. more kisses, more touches, more love, more of him. all of him. yet, it felt too embarrassing to ask.

"you just, what?" he asks sweetly, a smug smile on his face. he knew exactly what you wanted, yet he very much enjoyed teasing the life out of you.

you mumble something into your chin, lowering your gaze and hiding your flushed face in his shoulder. the architect chuckles, kissing the tip of your ear softly.

"i cannot believe akademiya's most prized researcher is too nervous to ask her boyfriend for something..." he breathes out a soft laugh, "go on, baby. you know i'll do anything you ask. it's okay, y/n, it's just me"

just him? just the most handsome, most adorable, most butterfly-inducing scholar you've ever met?

"i.. um.." you stutter all over your words as you try to voice your wishes. "could you..?"

"i could most certainly" he grins widely, one hand soothing your side. "but i must say, i'm not quite sure what you mean, baby"

oh, how mean he was being, making you say all you wanted when he knew how embarrassed and shy you were!

only in his briefs, the architect slowly parts your soft thighs and nestles himself in between them, his growing erection coming in contact with your wettened panties.

"is this what you want, my love, heh? do you want me to take you? is that what you're trying to ask for, y/n?"

your face turns 50 shades darker and your voice seems to stop working as he asks such a lewd and suggestive question. the tips of your ears and your chest are burning with your blush, hot blood running straight to your head. you cover your face with your palms in an attempt to hide yourself from his very amused gaze.

you were a dignified researcher, someone known to not get lost in emotion and use their head to make logical conclusions to your studies. you have always been praised for your natural leadership skills, never being too proud or too shy to voice anything your research needed.

kaveh seemed to completely destroy all of that, reducing you to a blushing, flustered mess under him.

he didn't yet push your pretty, green panties aside and sink into you, and you were already flustered beyond belief!

"i.. i have never done this, before.." you admit, afraid your inexperience will turn the blonde away. instead, kaveh smiles softly, continuing to very slowly and very carefully grind onto you.

"heh, not a problem, love. i'll show you, hm? you just need to trust me and tell me what feels good. can you do that?"

you bite your lip to suppress a moan, nodding slowly.

one of his hands travels down your body, touching you as if you were made of the finest silk, finally slipping between your legs and coming in contact with the little piece of underwear you wore. he began to slowly rub circles on you through the panties, making shivers run down your back.

"mmph, kaveh.." a groan left your lips as he slowly teased you, his clothed member still snuggly placed between your plushy tighs.

"what do you want, love?"

your cheeks heat up to what seems to compare to the fires of natlan, your words betraying you. you can't help but nuzzle your face in his chest as he continues to rub all the right places, teasing you softly.

"kaveh, baby, please"

you beg for the slow and torturious ritual to finally be over, but deep in your heart you know it won't be - not until you tell him what you desire.

"please what, love? you need to tell me what you'd like so i can give it to you"

no words leave your mouth, too flustered to even speak. his hot gaze and even hotter touches and archons, his pretty face - it was all too much for you. entirely and utterly too much.

"don't be embarassed, baby. i just want to hear you say what you need. i promise i won't tease you more, i just want you comfortable" he reassures oh so sweetly, pressing a slight kiss to your forehead.

"want you, kaveh.." you slowly and very hesitantly say, "want you inside"

it's like a switch has been flipped in him, immediately descarding you off your underwear and leaving your pretty folds bare. his underwear is next, and soon, his tip is pressing into your wanting opening.

you moan out from the pleasure as he slowly thrusts, making sure to keep his pace slow and warm at first.

"mh, faster, please.." you softly beg into his ear, afraid that you'll get far to embarassed if you say those words any louder. however, kaveh chooses not to torture you and obeys your wish with a moan of his own.

unlike you, he's very vocal in bed, a complete stranger to shame.

"ahh, shit, love! feels so good, feels heavenly! you are, you are heaven sent, you know that, love? mhh, baby, so good!" he whines almost as his pace quickens, bringing a hand down to your sweet bundle of nerves.

"tell me what you need, y/n.. fuck, baby, ask for what you need!" he almost begs you to say those words, his crimson eyes full of desperation.

"i.. i need to come-! please, kaveh!" the moan you give him is a bit louder, experimenting how the words feel on your tounge. strangely, it isn't so shameful to ask something of him any longer.

he gives you what you need, blabbing and ranting through his own mutters and moans about how much he loves you, how perfect you are, how good you feel around him. soon, he's reaching his own high, almost not being able to pull out in time as his head fills with pure euphoria.

as you two cuddle after, you nuzzle your head in the crook of his neck, and softly breathe: "kaveh?"

"yes, love?"

"could you next time.. do it in me?"

those words hit him like a pan across his head (and trust me, he knows what that feels like - he lives with al haitham, after all), as his dick almost instantly gets hard again. he pounces on top of you, a soft glimmer of lust in his eyes.

"your wish is my command"

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin smut #kaveh #genshin kaveh #kaveh x reader #female reader #kaveh x you #requested #requests open #honestly i love this sweet blonde boy sm #kaveh smut

[thecreelhouse]

41. “if i have to stop this car, i’m going to make sure you can’t walk out of it without my help”

for our beloved steve,,,,,,, goodness gracious,,,,........ <333333

ok i hope this makes sense and isn’t awful bc i am tipsy LMAO but ty for sending this in bb! <3

let’s be real, Steve’s a bitchy lil thing when he has to tame a brat

“Jesus Christ, do you know how to be quiet, or still, for like, five minutes?”

You’re only tapping your fingers to the music along the car door while riding shotgun in Steve’s car. “Huh? What’d I do?”

Steve grumbles something under his breath, but you can’t quite make it out.

This road trip seemed like a great idea, a way to feel normal for once, for the both of you; best friends taking a trip to the beach, a first for the both of you. But 3 hours into the ride, Steve only grows more and more irritated, and you’re not even trying to be annoying.

In fact, it makes you wonder if this was even a good idea at all.

“Sorry for breathing the wrong way, or whatever.” You murmur, flattening your hand against the door, keeping still.

Steve says nothing. Does nothing. It drives you crazy, trying to figure out what the hell you could’ve done to piss him off so much.

“Steve, pull over, I’ll drive us back home.” You give up, you just want to turn around if he’s going to throw a fit without explanation.

“No,” His hand tightens around the wheel; you cannot figure out for the life of you what has him so bothered.

With a defeated sigh, you mutter, “Here we fucking go.”

“What was that?” 

“Steve, stop the car.” The longer he drags this out, the angrier you are becoming. “Pull over, I’m driving us home—“

“Why? We’re already like, a state and a half into the drive.”

“Yeah, and I don’t want to be in the same car with you if you’re just going to be a fucking dick the entire time.” 

Steve laughs bitterly, only fueling your irritation further. “Wouldn’t have to be if you knew how to behave.”

You snap your head towards him, brows scrunched as confusion takes over. “What in the ever loving fuck are you even talking about?” You turn your whole body towards him as he drives on, and it’s taking everything in him to stay focused on the highway. “If I knew how to what?”

“First off, why the hell are you wearing barely anything? We’re nowhere near the beach yet.”

“It’s fucking 90 degrees out, asshole. How come you can be shirtless whenever it’s hot out, but I can’t wear a goddamn bikini top?” Steve’s never like this, especially not with you. You’re your own person, he respects that; this feels so foreign that he’s upset over your outfit choice. 

“Yeah, well, we could’ve been there by now if you didn’t flirt with your tits out at the fucking gas station—“

“Steve, that was harmless flirting that lasted all of, what, a few minutes? You were filling the car anyway, why do you care?” You cross your arms over your chest, fuming as you stare out the window. “Why the fuck are you so bothered by all of this? This isn’t like you.”

He’s silent, jaw set as he exhales sharply. “Whatever, forget it.”

You do a double take, glaring at him, “Wh— how can you make a huge deal out of nothing, be a total dick over nothing, and just drop it? We have at least 5 more hours in the car together, at least let me drive us home if I’m pissing you off so badly by existing.”

Steve says nothing, only lets his anger rise, waiting for it to boil over. Fucking bastard.

If he can push your buttons, why can’t you push his?

You reach around to the back of your bathing suit top, undoing the straps before letting the top fall around your waist. Steve’s eyes widen, watching you in his peripheral view, but he’s keeping his gaze on the road, trying to be respectful.

“What, you embarrassed to be friends with someone who’s comfortable in their own skin?” You’re taunting him as you push your chest out, rolling the window down to cool yourself off with the breeze. “Or maybe you’re jealous I gave another guy some attention for once. Hm?”

Steve feels ridiculous for letting his feelings consume him, turn him into some bitter, jealous douchebag. His face heats up, knowing you’re flaunting your half-naked self off just inches away. 

You’re not done yet, though.

“Hey, Steve,” You wave your top closer to him, and he holds his hand up to block you from inching closer. “What if I just threw this out the window?”

“Don’t.”

“Aw, Stevie, don’t be mad, I’m just trying to be the slut you seem to think I am,” You stick your tongue out as you hold the top out the window, wildly thrashing in the breeze. “If you wanted to have me to yourself, you should’ve just said so.”

“That- I didn’t say that—“

“You didn’t need to. You’re easier to read than a picture book, Harrington.”

“Enough.” His knuckles turn white around the steering wheel while he grits his teeth, wishing he never said a damn thing. He brought this on himself, and he knows that, but he wasn’t expecting you to be such a brat about it.

Honestly, he’s not sure what he expected at all, but he dug his own grave. Might as well lie in it.

You’re unbuckling your belt, about to lean out the window, “Stevie, ya’ think if I flash some guys they’ll wanna—“

“Sit. Down.”

His fingers snake through the belt loops of your short shorts, pulling you back into the car easily with just one hand. You land against the seat with a surprised huff.

Finally, Steve looks over at you, eyes falling to your chest as his breath hitches, praying you didn’t notice.

You did. It’s not hard to miss when he’s so obvious with his action.

With a smirk, you taunt, “I knew it.” 

“If I have to stop this car, i’m going to make sure you can’t walk out of it without my help,” Steve threatens, hand forcing your legs apart as he continues driving. He tugs at the frayed hems of your shorts, “Off.”

With a satisfied smile, you grab his hand, pulling it away, shoving it away. “Nope.”

“Fucking Christ, you’re such a brat—“

“Uh-huh, and you don’t have the guts to tame me, do you?” 

Steve pulls off at the next shoulder he finds, slamming on the brakes as he throws the car into park. “Get over here.”

“Oh, I’m good over here, thanks though—“

One hand is on your throat, ghosting the temptation of sinful choking, and the other roughly grabs at your tits; your eyes roll back with a whimper as he leans into your ear, shallow breaths dancing along the shell of your ear.

“You’ve got no fucking idea how long I’ve waited for this,” His admission makes you whine, turn to putty in his hands before he smacks your tits, earning a high pitched, desperate noise from you. “You’re lucky it’s dark out, ‘cause I’d fuck the brat outta you in broad daylight.”

“S- Steve, m’so- I— fuck—“ Any retaliation you had ready to throw his way dies on your lips as his hand pushes roughly under your shorts, swiping along your folds just once. He groans lowly as your slick coats his fingers. 

“You’re so fucking gross.” He’s about to pull his hand out, but you take one of your own to hold it in place, while the other pushes the hand on your throat closer to your neck. “Knew pissing you off would break you.”

“Then fucking do something about it already, coward.”

Yeah, the beach can wait.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington smut #prompts #my fics

[celenawrites]

Mornings like these are rare. 

You wake up and look outside the window, seeing the dawn rise on you as you estimate that you only have an hour until the sun shines through the beige curtains of your room. An hour before you have to get up and leave for work. 

You yawn audibly, and then you turn to face your boyfriend, Simon. He’s sound asleep, which is a first, especially since he’s usually up and running - years of serving in the military ingrained in him a sense of strong discipline, something that even soft domesticity cannot break him out of. He was always up by four o’ clock(maybe out of habit, maybe because he couldn’t sleep as well as he wanted, maybe because he had a nightmare he wouldn’t burden you with)  and he stayed in bed for ten minutes or more, until muscle memory forced him to leave the soft bed and take a cold shower to get himself awake. Then he’d eat a protein bar from the pack you had ordered for him the week before he was supposed to come home, and then he’d put on his running shoes (all clean and nice due to you) and he’d go for a morning run with his face covered with a black surgical mask instead of his usual balaclava or skull mask. 

He’d come back around six o’ clock, all sweaty and heaving as he sits down on the rickety armchair in the living room as he catches his breath. He’d look at the clock and notice the time, slowly making his way to the kitchen to brew two cups on Earl Grey tea and he carefully pours it into the mugs with cute puppies scribbled on them (you got them for a steal from a flea market, and all he could do when he saw your shopping bags was huff in amusement with eyes twinkling as he aids you into arranging the small trinkets, utensils and potted plants around the house). He’d take out your favorite cookies to serve along with the hot beverage, plating it up on the tray like you usually did and he’d enter your room again, softly running his scarred hand through your soft hair as he’d gently ask you to wake up and share some tea with him before the day begins. 

This small window of time, where you and Simon do nothing, speak nothing but let the tea and the love you have for each other warm you up was the highlight of the day for the both of you. 

Then he’d send you off to work while he busies himself with all the overdue handiwork needed around the home you share with him. Fixing creaky doors, mowing the lawn, putting nails in the wall so you can hang up more paintings, hooks - anything that would make this place more homely than he ever remembers it to be. On days you didn’t have work, you would stick around him - half a dozen steps away from him as he went around the house and worked to fill in the hours before lunchtime. Sometimes you’d make him lemonade to drink in the scorching heat, and other times you’d rope him in to watch a movie with you, only to end up sleeping on his shoulder as he gently shuts off the television and whisks you off to the bedroom, holding you in his arms and letting himself have the much-needed rest his brain refuses to let him have at night. 

If he wakes up before it’s evening, he’d gently urge you to grab some lunch, maybe an early dinner before curling up beside you while you read your book as you gently muss up his badly cut hair, promising to him that you’d help him fix the uneven cut he’s had to give himself while he was deployed. He hums contently, letting himself feel like he deserves this as he dozes off in the night. Like he deserves you. 

Today he does none of it. 

It is rare for Simon to sleep through the night uninterrupted, and even rarer for you to wake up before him. So you soak up this moment, hoping that the memory that follows it will do you justice as you try to remember the few times you got to admire your other half the way he usually gets to do with you. You count his soft eyelashes, your eyes squint as you look at his hair as the sunlight shines upon his head like a halo. Terrifying as he may be with his persona as Ghost, you were certain that this is another sign that Simon, your Simon, was nothing short of angelic. You sigh as you look at his crooked nose, broken by a very violent bar fight he had engaged into when he was young and brash and thirsting for senseless violence and blood. (He won the fight, despite his inexperience. He had told you so with a dry chuckle, and you tried not to let your amusement show through as you shook your head in disappointment)

You look at the scar that runs from his temple down to near his left earlobe, white and thin like lightning as if Zeus had struck this behemoth of a man for being mortal and still putting all the heroes of past eons to shame.  You look at his lips - pink, dry, thin and scarred, and you almost let your fingertips touch them as you memorize this rare visage of your lover. But you know Simon’s tired (oh so tired), and you’d rather give up on the opportunity to admire him than interrupt him when he’s finally asleep after fighting fruitlessly to finally rest for the past three weeks. 

However, your attempts at being quiet fail you anyway. 

Suddenly, as if he can almost sense your awake state,  his eyelids flutter and his breath picks up as he blinks awake. Brown pupils meet yours as he intently stares at you with sleep-laden eyes, his blonde eyelashes flickering whenever he tries to blink off the fatigue plaguing his weary bones. You smile at him kindly, letting your hand gently rest on his face as your fingers curl up into the blonde tufts of hair on his head. He leans into your touch, softly kissing the inside of your wrist as your fingers trail over his head, around his face. 

“Good morning, Simon”, you greet him softly, and his breath hitches slightly as he looks at the love you carry in your eyes for him. At the love that drips from every word you say to him. 

“Would you like me to make you some tea?”

Note - I felt like writing some domestic fluff with our beloved Lieutenant right after watching Barbie, so here we are. Hope you enjoy.

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[i4oba]

nct dream as… / movies 𓈒✳︎🪜

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✰ MARK — 10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU

“maybe it was the dose of alcohol in your system, or maybe it was just the rush of adrenaline you got from the people of the party, but when you looked into mark’s eyes, you couldn’t conceal your feelings at all anymore. it was all just fun and games, you weren’t amused at all, hardly deciding on giving attention to his antics… but here we go now – you, ready to throw up, while listening to him speaking his mind, saying whatever he could think of, while the only thing that filled your brain was only one thing: kissing him. kissing him right there and then, in the crack of a night at some random’s place, both taking place at the rusty swing. should you do it? does he actually want you, or are these mere mixed signals?

✰ RENJUN — THE HOLDOVERS

“he could’ve sworn this was by far the best point of his stay at the campus – or, rather away from there, as both him and his teacher took a trip to boston, as it was all supposed to be, am i right? ice skating, searching for books on the street, deepish talks and a screening at the movie theatre… he felt happy, relieved even, but how long is this going to last him? how long can he rely on the sole feeling of relief when he cannot be so sure when it’s gonna end all so suddenly? is he selfish, or is he rather self conscious? his arm was hurting badly, aching, as he leaned back, deciding last minute about what he wants to do – “i need a bathroom break” is all he says.”

✰ JENO — FOUR WEDDINGS AND A FUNERAL

“he had to rub his eyes so hardly when he spotted you, ever so beautiful and ethereal in your light pink dress, smile so charming his heart wouldn’t stop beating way too hardly against his chest. he wouldn’t have thought you two would meet ever again, but here you were – a wedding (again), which was pretty much unwanted and rushed, but he couldn’t even think about how much of a bad choice it was from his best friend to marry this early. all he could focus on was the way you softly talked to one of the guests, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you simply nodded. you only looked up for a minute, maybe two at that, but you definitely noticed jeno’s gaze on yourself. you mouthed something at him, which took him a few moments to solve properly, caught off guard by the never forgotten beauty of yours. “i missed you, jeno”

✰ HAECHAN — NOTTING HILL

“when you looked at him, barely even paying a glance, his breath instantly got taken away by the sight of you. not only because of the fact that you were a top actress, wandering into his bookshop, but because you were stunning as well, glowing, brightly shining in front of him, seemingly searching for something through the shelves, sunglasses sitting atop of your nose. he could’ve easily just take a few steps closer to you, even offer some help, but he was way too flustered to even mutter his name if you asked him. but why would that even happen, right? he’s nothing, compared to you – an angel, he cannot quite capture. and then you came up to the counter, three books in hands… well, maybe he could…”

✰ JAEMIN — BEFORE SUNRISE

“standing next to the train, which would take him to paris, he simply just looked at you, stars in eyes and blush on cheeks, as he reached for your hands, thumbs caressing the back of them ever so slowly – his forehead against yours, you could breathe in the unsaid words that were playing on his lips endlessly, and you could’ve just kissed him, kissed him once and then a thousand times more, so he would never leave. but he had to leave, leave vienna behind, leave the journey behind, leave you and the mesmerizing feeling of blooming love between the two of you. his eyes were rather teary, as you bore into them. “we have to meet here again” you said, both hands on his cheeks, eyes full of certainity. you want this, more than anything. “ten years from now – the same place, the same feelings, the…” would that happen? ever again?”

✰ CHENLE — LITTLE WOMEN

“was he actually interested in the play you wrote or not, you did not even care, as you saw the way his eyes formed such definite half moon shapes, smile so bright and wide, you’d never seen such beautiful sight. he laughed so loudly that it was echoing in the almost empty attic for way too long, as you kept on acting with your sisters, relentlessly and enthusiastically, staying in role even after you saw chenle, wiping his tears of laughter. you took it as a sign – he liked it, he enjoyed it, which was all you needed to be reassured: you did good. not only you, as the writer, but your sisters too, little actresses and primadonnas. chenle wanted to say something, he was keen on letting you know whatever was going through his mind, but he kept it to himself. maybe later, maybe on a different day – maybe when he gathers his courage to tell you he’s madly in love with you?”

✰ JISUNG — DEAD POETS SOCIETY

“with utter and undeniable admiration, jisung simply just looked up from the trembling hands of his, that were previously laying on the crumpled piece of paper he had torn out from his notebook - he wrote the poem with pencil so the letters seemed and were pretty much smudged, but he didn’t even need the paper itsel, he knew his creation by heart, as he rewrote it thousands of times because of sheer anxiety. he wanted it to be perfect, he wanted it to sound like something whitman would adore, something rilke would’ve written in those early years. when his teacher’s voice finally reached his ears, he simply stood up, legs shaking, as he walked out to the front, barely being able to form words, as the fright got over him - “do it, son, i believe in you” was all he heard - he sighed, and then… “unbeknownst to me the feeling of…”

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[howdoesagrapewrites]

ooo if you don't mind me sliding a request into your inbox then how about a yandere pavitr and gayatri

𝙎𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙣

Cw: yandere/lovesick!Pavitr and Gayatri x gn!reader, obsessive behavior, delusion, unhealthy relationships, manipulation, mention of kidnapping

Notes: I'm so excited about this request ong

>Pavitr is delusional, he thinks all he does is for the sake of Mumbattan and his partners, he does not perceive his behavior as negative, and will react badly to being contradicted

>Gayatri in the other hand, is a little more self aware, enough to know your fight or flight response can be triggered anytime if they lack discretion with their more... Unconventional practices

>Pavitr is obsessive by nature, but as a yandere he's more on the protective side, he doesn't think you'd ever leave him, after all, you three have a perfect relationship (or so says his delusions) but he does worry about your safety

>Gayatri does worry about your safety, but her biggest fear is that any of you would leave, she's more relaxed about Pavitr because, well, he cannot physically be more in love, but you, you could leave, and she cannot allow that to be a possibility

>What I think gives them extra points as yanderes, is that they don't work as a duo, but as couple, they're madly in love with eachother just like they're head over heels for you, so you're less likely to question their actions when you see them interacting with the other just like they do with you

>Pavitr acts like a manipulator, but he isn't, he just voices his feelings to you, and it sounds like manipulation. But Gayatri is, she will use every tool on the box to keep you with them

>It's not something Gayatri enjoys, but she's more likely to get verbally aggressive in an emotional outburst than Pav

>Her words are most likely to be directed to you, but Pavitr also gets a piece of it sometimes

>"You're out all night and you don't even call! How am I suppose to trust you this way! How am I supposed to trust you with Y/N?! You're a cheater! A liar! You just want to leave us!" Tears spill from her eyes, yelling with a broken voice, Pavitr comes close to her and softly but firmly grabs her wrists so she can't hit him, she hugs her tightly until her breathing stabilizes, whispering how much he loves her, how much he loves being with you, how he'd be caught dead before even looking at someone else

>Pavitr is low-key a masochist, he feels terribly guilty when he fails to save people as spiderman, or when he has to leave you to go on patrol, so he accepts every mean thing you or Gayatri have to say, and he even feels a little comforted if you're upset about him leaving, because that means you love him just as much as he does

>Gayatri spoils you both so much, clothes, spa days, books, skincare, jewelry (and you know indian jewelry is 🔛🔝), whatever you want. She does this in hopes of making you dependent on her, but it's also because she loves gift giving even as a sane lover

>If ever so much as say the word "leave" or "break-up" they're both having full on panic attacks and clinging to you for dear life

>Although if it's really serious, Gayatri acts cold and mean to you, calling a liar and a coward, she'll try to calm Pavitr and glare at you, using his reaction to manipulate you and make you see how much of a bad person you are to make poor sweet Pav behave this way

>If you seem like you're up to something (maybe escaping) Gayatri would use her influence to tell everyone you're mad, that your words cannot be trusted as you are experiencing a really bad maniac episode, but it's okay, they still love you, and take you back

>This strategy is powerful and unless you have a really really trusted friend (that it's already difficult with how clingy they are) who would believe you, you're pretty much screwed, everyone you know will send you back to them

>In case you haven't noticed, Gayatri is definitely the one that would kidnap you, but she really wants you to stay by your own free will

>But of you did manage to escape from them, they'll search for you, Pavitr would be satisfied just stalking you and occasionally stealing your stuff, but Gayatri isn't

>"Baby, don't worry, they do love us, it's just that they are so confused, it's not their fault, we need to find them so they can be safe, Y/N cannot be trusted with their own safety" she kisses her boyfriend's forehead and calms him down so they can start looking for you already

>Now, if you're okay with their yandere tendencies, it's just heaven

>They're so attentive and will shower you with love and gifts every second of the day, they may even allow you to go outside alone (not for too long ofc)

>They're both extremely clingy and sometimes keep you bound to bed for cuddle sessions that last DAYS, don't worry about food, you can order whatever you want:3

>Gayatri may be more dangerous, but they're both at your feet, if you were a manipulative person, it's okay, they'll do whatever you want, just don't leave

>They both love to kiss you for hours, until your lips are bruised and you feel dizzy from the lack of air

>As long as you're docile, they're sweet partners who may have a few screws loose, but love you endlessly

#atsv x reader #pavitr prabhakar #pavitr x gayatri #pavitr x reader #atsv pavitr #pavitr x you #pavitr prabhakar x reader #gayatri singh #Gayatri x reader #spiderverse pavitr #pavitr prabhakar x you #yandere Pavitr #yandere spiderverse #yandere atsv

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Hello! I love all of your Aemond fics. They are 😩👌 I have a request that’s been on my mind. If you’re uncomfortable with the subject, I understand. Could I please request Aemond x wife!reader where Aemond has a breeding kink? Thank you!

Thank you so much! I hope this tickles your pickle.

Warnings: Smut. Word count: ~1300

It has been a week since Helaena gave birth to Maelor and she is finally feeling rested enough to entertain visitors that aren’t either Aegon or Alicent.

Aemond’s wife has been giddy with excitement since the news of the birth, eager to meet her precious little nephew.

She rocks baby Maelor in her arms, cooing softly to him as he gurgles and clenches his tiny fists. Helaena reclines on the couch in the solar, watching on with a smile.

Jaehaera and Jaehaerys run shrieking around the room, hands sticky from lemon cakes and voices shrill with the high of an afternoon of sweet treats.

She laughs as they cling to her skirts, not minding the residue their mucky fingers leave behind.

Aemond stands stoic as ever near the doorway, his expression unreadable. She wishes more than anything that he would interact with the children; play with the twins, even offer to hold the babe for the briefest of moments. However, ever since they began their short visit he has stood like a statue, his gaze not shifting from her the entire time.

Perhaps he doesn't like children? The thought makes her sad. They have only been wed for three months, yet she is desperate to be with child. It's not like they haven't been trying, but she is beginning to wonder if perhaps her husband is going through the motions purely out of a sense of duty and has no real interest in being a father.

"You must be excited to have children of your own soon." Helaena says, oblivious to the tenseness she feels towards her husband.

She gives a tight lipped smile, keeping her gaze fixed firmly on the infant she's cradling. "Yes, if the Seven see fit to bless us, I would love to have children."

The sound of a throat being cleared draws her attention back to Aemond. He stares at her with an intensity that makes her feel peculiar; a combination of guilt, embarrassment and something that swirls hot in her lower belly that she cannot quite define.

Has she said something out of turn? Is he angry with her? Perhaps he is squeamish at the thought of his sister being privy to the details of their marriage. How foolish of her.

“Dearest wife, I think it is time we took our leave.” Aemond says, his voice cool and even.

“But we have barely spent an hour with your sister and the children, can’t we-”

“I said I think it’s time we took our leave.” Aemond repeats, interrupting her. His tone does not change, though there is clear enough indication that there is no room for argument.

She sighs, handing Maelor back to Helaena with an apologetic smile.

Aemond steps aside from the doorway, gesturing for her to exit first before following her out.

They are not ten paces from the solar when she gasps as she is turned and pressed against the wall. She can feel the evidence of Aemond’s arousal pressed against her thigh.

“What are y-mmph!”

Her question is cut off by Aemond pressing his lips firmly against hers, engaging her in a kiss that is far beyond the realm of public decency. She is breathless and wide-eyed when he eventually pulls back. The blue iris of his right eye is almost eclipsed by the dilation of his pupil. She finally sees the way he has been looking at her for the last hour for what it actually is; lust.

“You will make a wonderful mother.” He whispers, his breath hot against the shell of her ear.

She blushes at his words, her skin growing warm, she stares up at him doe-eyed. “What’s gotten into you?”

He raises a hand, fingertips ghosting a trail along her jawline and down the column of her throat. “Seeing you with Maelor today...I want so badly to give you a child of our own, fuck you full of my seed and watch it take root. You’d look so pretty all round and soft, a walking display of what I’ve done to you, what I’ve put inside of you.”

She swallows thickly at the crassness of his words, but there is no denying the arousal that pools between her legs as a result of them. Her only response is a whimper as he continues to loom over her.

Aemond pulls away, taking her by the hand and leading her wordlessly towards their marital chambers.

No sooner is the door closed and bolted than Aemond is upon her, fingers tangled in the hair at the back of her head, kissing her so hard she fears her lips will bruise. He walks her back towards the bed, guiding her down upon it, before hastily bunching her skirts around her hips and plucking at her smallclothes.

Her chest heaves with excitement as she watches him, she has never seen her husband so animated. “Should we not undress fully?”

“I’m not waiting a moment longer to have you.” He responds huskily, working open his trousers.

He runs his digits through the wetness of her folds, before spreading the resulting slick over the length of his erect cock. They groan in unison at the stretch of his intrusion as he pushes inside.

“Gods...your cunt...surely it was crafted by The Mother herself.” He grits out, stilling and allowing her to adjust to the size of him.

She begins to grind her hips against his, desperate for him to move now she is relaxed enough to accommodate him comfortably inside of her.

He takes her completely by surprise when he grabs her by the bend of her knees, pushing them up and back towards her shoulders. For a moment she worries her husband has grossly misjudged her flexibility until he begins to thrust. She has never felt him this far within her before and it sends shockwaves coursing through her abdomen with every piston of his hips.

“I overheard a maester saying that this is the best way to ensure the seed quickens.” Aemond tells her. “Do you feel how deep I am?”

She nods, squealing as he presses his chest flush with the underside of her thighs, driving his hips forward over and over again. The sensation is too much. She clings desperately to his shoulders to ground herself.

“You aren’t allowed to peak.” He growls, gripping her jaw and forcing her to look at him. “Do you hear me? The ceaseless clenching forces what I spend inside of you back out, and I won’t have it go to waste.”

The head of him is battering a spot deep within her that causes her eyes to roll back and her toes to curl, yet she staves off the apex of her pleasure, stammering out a “Y-yes, Aemond.”

“Good girl.” He purrs, his strokes becoming sloppy as he nears his end. “This isn’t about your pleasure, it’s about me fucking you as many times as it takes for you to give me an heir, and you’ll lay there and take it, like an obedient little wife.”

He stills, pulsating inside of her as he fills her up with a low groan.

She is trembling, light headed and legs aching from the position Aemond has kept her in. 

He runs a hand over her lower belly, before pulling out and standing to shed the clothing he has left on. He pauses with a scowl when he notices her try to move.

“You are to stay exactly as you are until I’m ready to take you once more.” He scolds. “I will keep you full of me today, consider any prior engagements of yours cancelled.”

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[bunnakit]

last twilight ep 7 thoughts, feelings, etc

ALRIGHT i ran my errands, caught up on pit babe and playboyy to relax, and now i'm doing my speedwatch. i took some notes while watching the first time and they're a fucking MESS but hopefully they help me remember everything i want to comment on because without fail i always forget something.

you'll all be glad to know this week's meta bullshit from me is far, far less romantic and wistful than last weeks. you've all been spared by my adhd brain not being able to piece together a single poetic thought.

i kind of knew from this moment the trajectory the episode would take. Day is clearly nervous but not defensive - this isn't out of the realm of something Mhok would do for him but with recent context it probably feels fairly intimate. i think this was a really good indicator of what we're in for.

there's a collection of sunflowers in Day's room, tucked away in the corner, not unlike Mhok tucking away his feelings for Day's comfort. the poor things are shrouded in shadow, away from the light. the pain is unending and forever.

Day's flashback to the kiss has me curious. his eyes are closed so he's not even thinking back to seeing what he can of Mhok up close. as he reminisces about this kiss is he simply remembering the sensation of Mhok's lips on his own? how his hands curled into Mhok's jacket? and i'm sure we've all seen the post but - was he thinking of the way Mhok tasted like cigarettes? this isn't to romanticize his disability, i'm just genuinely wondering what exactly he's drawing on here in this moment, because it's clearly something significant to him.

Porjai just keeps getting prettier every episode and it's making me insane. i just think i should be allowed to take care of her.

"I'm jealous of Day's ability to make you smile."

this makes me think Mhok's smiles have been few and far between, and maybe Porjai has been looking to bring out that smile for a long time. does she ever worry that maybe someday Mhok could end up like Rung? does she worry about finding him too?

oh i so very badly want the context for this, i want to know everything. but also, it's really not that surprising. not when we've seen the things Mhok has done for Day. Mhok lives his life in extremes; anger, kindness, protectiveness, his work, etc. everything Mhok does he puts his whole self into it and it's nice to see his love is no different, because why would it be?

i'm once again in awe of what P'Aof has done with Mhok and Porjai, though. they live together so easily and naturally. there's nothing strange or awkward about it, just two people surviving life together. it's such a breath of fresh air.

Day just cannot catch a break when it comes to August. this has to hurt so fucking badly, the pity has to feel amplified by 1000. not only was August trying to force himself to like Day back because he's blind, but also because he was thinking of leaving. Day is a stronger man than me because i would be frothing at the mouth pissed.

but once again, Mhok doesn't let Day stew in his fish tank. he encourages him to go out and resolve his feelings, even if that means screaming at August and letting out all his hurt and frustration. he's seen what happens when Day lets his hurt fester and he won't let it happen again, not while he's around.

"He's a lot stronger than I thought. It's me who's so weak that I let him down."

as much as August pisses me off, i do think this is him realizing his pity was misplaced, and he failed Day in that way, so he gets some redemption points here. (still think he's a stinky bastard man tho)

the immediate distance Mhok puts between himself and the group never fails to hurt my heart. i get it, he's there for a job, but their relationship has progressed past that - now even moreso, and i cant help but wonder if this is his attempt at keeping a distance, curbing his expectations, reminding himself that while his role is to be by Day's side it's only in a professional capacity.

i love that Gee acknowledges him with a little head nod, occasionally looks in Mhok's direction as if to include him, she's just - ugh - i love all the women in this show so fucking much. i just wish someone would invite Mhok over sometime, encourage him to join the conversation (like they did back at the party.)

sometimes Mhok really is the embodiment of a shadow - both of Day and of his former self (for good or bad.)

(he looks so fucking sexy leaning like that with his shirt tucked into his pants tho, whew.)

Gee also becomes one of my favorite people for asking Day to take the photo of all of them. she just gets it, she includes him, she doesn't act like he can't do things, she even insists he can, she's just !!! the women of all time in this show i swear!!! I LOVE WOMEN!!!!

also the "you don't drink coffee, girl spill the tea" from Gee is just so good. she knows a diversion tactic when she sees one.

i want this expression framed, she's so cute, HELP.

i wish i had the time and energy today to make gifs for this week but ugh. the journey Mhok's face went on here to end up at quiet resignation. because he did figure. someone like Day? with someone like him? because we know Mhok's opinion of himself isn't great, largely influenced by his incarceration and reintegration into society, i'm sure, along with his guilt. but there had been that little bud of hope, a little sunflower seed that had bloomed just a little too far, reached for the sun a little too much. it must feel like a weed in his chest.

the way Day says 'here' so softly, with so much vulnerability made me feel like screaming. he doesn't know what his feelings are for Mhok yet (you can't tell me he doesn't feel anything) but he knows he doesn't want to lose Mhok and the sudden idea of it is terrifying. Mhok is the only person that really understands him, one of the only people he's comfortable around anymore, and he can't lose that. he doesn't want to go back to the dirty fish tank.

i also think this was an indicator to Mhok that maybe Day doesn't know how he feels, and maybe he can get away with flirting in tiny, subtle ways because from here on his secret flirting game is in full effect and it's so fucking cute. he's careful not to completely push past Day boundaries, but to test them in gentle ways.

THE SHOES MY BELOVEDS. we all know what i feel about these shoes after last week and i'm so glad to see all of my stupid babbling confirmed here. i love that Mhok constantly mends things instead of throwing them away. the sentimentality of items means something to Mhok and we love him for that.

we also got a proper 'sweet dreams' this episode, finally!! thank you subbers!

so many shots of feet this ep tho and lemme tell you as someone that HATES feet, this was rough.

oh you are so smitten. Day realizing Mhok is warm, warm in his own way, warm in such a gentle and understated way. UGH. you would've thought he knew after everything they've been through but sometimes people need a reminder and maybe something to drive them to pay closer attention. our boy is BESOTTED. kicking his feet and giggling. i think this is the happiest we've ever seen him.

so here's where i'm probably going to wax poetic the most. Mhok is finally opening up to Day in such an incredible way. he brings Day to his home with no fear of pity or judgement. he brings him into this sanctuary created by him, his sister, and Porjai and he cooks for him and cares for him and in letting him in Day sees even more how impossibly warm Mhok is.

what's even greater is there isn't a single moment where Day is jealous or questions Porjai being there. Mhok has told him she's expecting and he's never weird about it, just kind and understanding and it's all so normalized, it's fucking beautiful. Day even takes the time to encourage Porjai, to share about his mom, and about the strength it takes to be a single mom. P'Aof i adore you.

Mhok has planted jasmine simply because he knows Day likes it, and maybe now he likes it too. and he brings Last Twilight home to practice reading (i'd always wondered how he managed to read without stumbling over himself lmao) and he's done it so much that now Porjai wants to name their child Mee, wants to create this connection to Day forever.

and once prompted, once Day knows enough to ask, Mhok opens up about Rung, talks about her more. Day comments on the warmth of the house, something started by Rung and cultivated by Mhok. it would be so easy for the house to feel cold and clinical, especially knowing what happened here, but Mhok has kept it a home - warm, inviting, comforting - all the things Mhok has been to Day.

the noises took me by fuckin' surprise tho, i genuinely looked around my house like who the fuck is making all that noise and then i was like OH THOSE ARE-- OKAY--

and I know people are like haha P'Aof has a scent kink but like. idk. maybe it's just me but scents are something i'm drawn to. i remember the way someone smelled more than i remember their face. i recently took a shirt out of my closet and immediately started crying. it smelled like face powder and perfume. it smelled like my grandma. the leather jacket pushed to the side smells like cigarettes and horses, like my dad always did.

scent is such an ingrained memory, something that is so hard for our brains to let go of. every time i get a familiar smell it knocks me on my ass, and i'm so glad to see some of this represented in these shows.

this absolutely warmed my heart. whatever is going on with Night and Day is clearly more on Day's side than anything else. Night clearly loves his brother and i'm just fucking DYING to know what is going on that is causing Day to drive a wedge between them. sure, Night hasn't been perfect, but there's love there and that counts for so much.

and what exactly are you doing here??? this is a charity run for blindness - does he know someone that is blind other than Day? did meeting Day inspire him to participate? has he spent time talking to Mhok about Day and maybe the difficulties of his blindness? i am filled with questions but i love this character so much, he's just so kind.

Day's hesitation to cross the finish line was also something i found so interesting. it felt long, possibly too drawn out, but Day needed to think, needed time to understand that if he crosses that finish line, if he accepts Mhok's request to be his boyfriend, their lives will never go back to how they were. things between them will change forever, whether the relationship is a success or otherwise. it's an incredibly mature thing of Day to do, even if it felt a little lengthy for us, the audience.

i strongly believe that in addition to Mhok Porjai is going to be a big driving force in Night and Day's reconciliation. i would love to see Porjai gain Night's side of the story, Mhok gain Day's side of the story, and the two of them working together to see how they can reunite these brothers.

also if i had a nickle for every time P'Aof paired Mark with a pregnant woman in his shows i'd have two nickles, which isn't a lot but it's interesting it has happened twice.

while i, like everyone else, hope the mock proposal is a parallel we get to see later i want to focus more on this moment.

i forget who said it, it's long gone to the depths of my dash by now, but someone commented that disabilities do not stop for love, and fuck is that so true. i love Mhok's concern, his immediate reaction to soothe, and the way he seems to feel Day's fear as his own. and poor Day, he can't even enjoy this moment of bliss with Mhok because of course, of course something like this had to happen. it's so fucking real in the way Last Twilight has been this entire time.

the constant excellent representation of disabled living has been incredible to see, i've seen so much of myself in this show (even though my disability is so very different) and it's been like a warm blanket put over very single comment: you're too young to be disabled, you aren't THAT disabled, you're being dramatic, etc.

from the bottom of my heart, thank you P'Aof and team.

tag loves: @benkaaoi @callipigio @infinitelyprecious (as always tell me if you want to be added {for LT only or all meta} or removed!)

#bunn meta #last twilight #last twilight the series #mhokday #morkday #userjamiec #im soooo fuckin sleepy after making this but i still have to work #someone come make me tea and gimme a little kith

[brighteststar707]

Got some 707 FWB brainrot, don't mind me. (sort of suggestive warning up ahead)

It happens the same way it has since the beginning: a text. Simple, innocuous: are you home?

Then, not ten minutes after her reply (yes, it’s always yes), he is at her door. Hair tousled, cheeks flushed, eyes a swirling mix of mischief and hunger.

They exchange only a few words as he steps inside – simple pleasantries – then she closes the front door and they are on each other and there isn’t a need to speak anymore. Whatever else he needs to say, he tells her with each press of his lips to her mouth, her cheek, her collarbone. Each touch tells her a story of loneliness and desperation and the deep, all-consuming hunger for something he cannot have.

The first time was slow, exploratory. They crossed every unspoken line of their friendship and relished it. Just for a night, they were blissfully unaware of all the obstacles in their way. Ever since, their trysts have been urgent, hurried; a combination of their desperation and the guilt (not regret, never regret) that descends on them when they linger in the moment for too long. They have long since lost the luxury of ignorance.

So, they move clumsily towards the bedroom – never once breaking contact – fumbling with their clothes and pressing kisses wherever they can reach.

He holds her firmly against him yet is never rough enough to leave behind some mark, or any evidence at all that he was there. No matter how long it has been, no matter how badly he needs her, no matter how many times she urges him to, he leaves nothing behind in the morning but his scent in her sheets.

How she’d love for him to let go of that final bit of control one day; for him to dig his fingers and sink his teeth into her skin and leave a trail of marks behind everywhere he has been. To allow himself to say her name with every gasp and moan. To stay long after it’s over, to allow her to hold him as he drifts off to sleep.  

She knows that there are sides to him he doesn’t show. He hints at darkness but is quick to cover it up when the mask threatens to slip. Back when she used to ask him if it would always be like this, he told her that she wouldn’t want him if she knew who he really was. That she’s better off with the happy side he plays up.  

She likes to think that she gets small glimpses of him – the real him – on nights like this. When she runs her tongue up the column of his neck and hears his breath hitch. The vulnerability in his face in the low light of her room as she cups his cheeks in her hands. The way he subconsciously leans into her, as if he can never be close enough.

It’s over too quickly. It always is. Before she knows it, he is dressed again and kissing her one last time. His expression is no longer playful; she can see the remorse starting to settle into his features. She takes comfort in knowing it will not be enough to keep him away for long. With one final goodnight, he slips out of the door.

She wakes up the next morning the same way she has since the beginning: alone and longing.

#mystic messenger #faye talks #stars after dark #faye's fantasies #saeyoung choi #mystic messenger 707 #mystic messenger saeyoung #mystic messenger saeyoung choi #mysme seven #mysme saeyoung #mysme 707 #mysme saeyoung choi

[allzelemonz]

Pretty Little Man: Ramattra X Male Reader

Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘man’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Ramattra doesn’t like humans but he loves you, omnic/human relationship, omnics have some fun features, somnophilia, pre established consent, anal sex, gentle/soft sex, omnic kisses, wet dream Summary: Ramattra is quite enamored with you tonight, he thinks you look quite nice when you sleep.

He has always admired the function of sleep when you do it. Watching your comfort, hearing the slight change in your breath, it brings him his own sense of stability that he often uses to help with meditation. But tonight he simply cannot focus.

Typically he will avoid calling you pretty or little, hearing that human men do not usually like to be told they are such. He has never asked if you would appreciate such praise but he thinks it often, especially now. Most humans, he may think of words akin to weak, but you are such a pretty little man that it boggles his vocabulary banks and only makes him think of such basic words. Of course he thinks you are strong and capable, but when you are like this, when sleep has overtaken you… helpless, little, and oh so pretty.

Tonight he has caught quite a sight. You have gone without a shirt, something Ramattra should not find as exciting as he does. But you are dreaming about something he can only imagine is perverse and your back is arched so delightfully that he can not help it. And the soft sounds that escape you do not help matters at all, timid but needy as if you are simply begging for something. The thought crosses his mind that you may be dreaming of someone else, but he hopes you would never think of anyone but him and he chooses to think it is himself nestled in your dream and making you react so soft and lewd.

Then he is given more confirmation than he could ever need as he stands, gazing down at you. He moved to do so when you started small movements against the mattress, rubbing down into it slowly as fists clench into the sheets. A wanton moan passes your lips in the process.

“Ramattra…” You say, followed by a whimper.

Oh what could he be doing to you in that dream of yours? It must be quite something to get his pretty little human grinding against his mattress and spilling his name out so beautifully. Perhaps you need to be properly taken care of. In reality. He has considered it before, discussed it lightly with you. At the time you had said you wouldn’t mind waking to him buried deep inside you, so long as he was gentle. There is nothing really holding him back.

So he slowly pulls your blankets back and takes a moment to admire your movements. Short but desperate grinding of your hips that make your ass look divine with your back arched so perfectly. The only human he dares to admire. With cautious fingers he pulls your pajamas slowly down, a hand guiding your hip carefully so he may remove them. Your movements continue, quiet whimpers accompanying them and making Ramattra all the more eager to please you.

He removes the plating that covers his sleek appendage, the mechanisms already at work to lubricate himself. A feature he finds quite useful, especially when he finds himself needing you this badly. He runs his fingers along himself, ensuring the lubricant is thick in its coating. In the past he worried he would hurt you without preparation, but both of you found the lubrication to be sufficient and the slight stretch delightful, so he has long abandoned that thought. Holding your hips still with one hand, he guides himself to your ass. You split so perfectly for him each and every time, it causes a rumble in his voice box that he can never stop.

Beneath him, you shutter and further arch your back as a moan slips freely from your lips. Ramattra lets his free hand glide over your spine, so delicate that it reminds him he must be careful with flesh and blood. Your skin is something he is very glad he can truly feel, never happier that he has such a sense as touch. It is so warm against his finger tips, so… squishy. He relishes as it bends and forms as he presses into it, momentarily distracted from his need by simple fascination until you shift beneath him. Your hips move, making him slip an inch out of you. He quickly inserts himself back, not thinking of much other than that lovely heat you provide. But then he feels you stir and scolds himself for not being gentle.

You groan, sleep interrupted and head groggy. Ramattra leans over you, nuzzling his faceplate into your neck and encouraging you to relax back against your pillow.

“Allow me to care for you, my dear.” He says softly. “I will be gentle.”

You settle, seemingly content with the situation and Ramattra takes the opportunity to let vibrations hum against his face plate as he nuzzles your neck, his hips grinding idly. You respond, hips moving with his and encouraging him on. He obliges without hesitation, sliding out slowly and replacing himself with an angle he knows will make contact with your prostate. The groan of pleasure you release only spurs him on, repeating the motion again and again until it turns to a whine for something more.

He settles both hands on your hips now, burying his face flush against your skin to give his loving vibrations while his pace increases. Great care is taken not to give into his own desire, not to fuck you too roughly in such a sensitive state. He may do that later, when you want to scream his name rather than moan it. For now, he carefully draws his hips back and forth at a quick enough pace. You move back into him as much as you can, writhing at his attention as you near your end.

He slips his hand under you, wrapping his fingers delicately around you and mechanically matching his own pace. Never would he allow himself to release before you, so he is pleased when you whisper his name and spill over his hand. He gives you a few final pumps before returning his hand to your hip and focusing on his own pleasure, more careful with you now that you are even more sensitive and fragile beneath him. It takes a few more thrusts, a hint of his hand running along the wires extending from his head, but he releases as well. The synthetic fluid comes out in spurts, filling you so much in tandem with his appendage  that it forces its way out around him, dripping to your thighs before he’s even left you. And he leans back to watch every bit of it, wishing for a moment that he could taste it as you have, you had told him it tasted of grape flavoring.

When he pulls himself from you, his release further leaks into your thighs. It makes them glisten so beautifully that Ramattra runs his hands along your skin, gently rubbing the fluid in as if lotion. You whimper at the touch and he stops himself, not wishing to overwhelm you tonight. Perhaps when you are more awake. He busies himself by fetching a clean rag, wiping his hand of your release and once again wishing he could taste, you have described it as salty. He returns to you with another rag, cleaning his fluid from you as softly as he can. You have fallen back asleep, no longer plagued by some naughty dream. Ramattra considers his task complete, fully satisfied with his success as he sits back to continue his meditation. He will join you later, once he has cleared his mind of improper thoughts.

#ramattra #ramattra x reader #ramattra x male reader #overwatch #overwatch 2 #overwatch x reader #overwatch x male reader

[frankenkyle19]

You Sunshine, You Temptress

word count: 6.1k!!!

warnings: smut, like this is so dirty. Handjobs, blowjobs, oral (both male and female receiving) mentions of Jimmy’s sex work, fingering, sex, porn with some plot

description: you’d recognize that brown haired man anywhere. Years after you and Jimmy Darling lost touch, you find him in the most unexpected place and he makes it all up to you

People grow up and grow apart. It’s just a standard part of life. Everyone goes through it, but nothing compares to the ache and loss of losing your very first love. The first person you showed your heart to. The first person who made you feel alive. Sure you get over it eventually, but nothing and no one compares to that first glance, first touch of a first love. Nothing has and ever will come close. 

It’s an inevitable heartbreak. A cycle that haunts you the rest of your life. People move on, people change. Maybe over time it gets easier. Maybe it doesn’t. It is always a unique and personal experience that cannot be truly described or understood by another. 

But missing Jimmy was like nothing you’d ever known. You had given him a piece of your heart, and you hadn’t yet gotten it back. 

You two fell in love in the summer of 1947 at the age of 19. Sweet sweet summer love. Everything to be dreamed of. You two had all of it. Sneaking out late at night to meet up under the stars, sharing ice cream and going on dates to the diner in town. It was like something out of a romance novel. Jimmy was the kindest soul you’d laid eyes on and he absolutely adored you. Told his ma’ that one day he was gonna marry you, even. 

You remember his gentle caress, the feeling of his soft lips on your own, his body pressed against yours. You found yourself dreaming of him years after he left. Dreaming of your first night together, reliving it over and over until you couldn’t help but have memorized every little detail…

Jimmy had been patient with you. Never pushed you to be intimate. You hadn’t been ready and he respected that. He’d wait forever for you. But when you finally had told him you were ready, Jimmy Darling could barely contain himself.

You two had planned it out perfectly. Your parents were away and you had the house completely to yourselves. Jimmy calmed your nerves and whispered sweet nothings into your ear, his conjoined fingers sliding down your body.

As memories flooded back, you found your hand coming to the button on your shorts, popping them open before slipping a hand under the lace of the underwear you wore. Even the memory of him was enough to get you dripping.

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“You’re sure you want this, doll?” Jimmy asked, both of you still fully clothed as you lay back on your bed, Jimmy’s strong arms wrapped around you, hand playing with the frill of the dress you wore. Black and white polka dots. His favorite dress of yours. You had worn it just for this night, just for him. 

You could feel his cock, hard and heavy behind you as he spooned you, trying his best to remain a gentleman despite how badly he wanted you. You were finally ready, and you told him just that. So with a look of excitement and lust on his face, he pulled you into what had to be your hundredth kiss of the night, but this time something felt different. The kiss was hotter, heavier, and it made your heart flutter… along with something between your thighs.

You ached for Jimmy, ached to have his long fingers inside of you, thrusting just right, maybe even curling up just a bit to hit your sweet spot. 

A blush had risen to your cheeks at your own dirty thoughts that you had let wander freely in your head. You were brought back to reality as soon as Jimmy’s warm lips left yours to travel down to your neck, his hot breath fanning across your delicate skin.

At first, gentle kisses were placed to your neck, before inevitably getting a bit harsher as he nipped and sucked at your sensitive skin, drawing delicious moans from your lips that had him throbbing in the confines of his pants. The thought of getting to have you so intimately making his head spiral.

His hands explored your body freely, squeezing across your breasts before down to your thighs, taking purchase and gripping tightly, but not hard enough to cause pain. “Such a pretty girl, gonna make you feel real good. I’m the luckiest guy around.” He whispered as his hot breath dared to go even lower, hands raking up your dress, bare legs revealed as his long, thick fingers slid lower, lower, lower, until they were under your dress, exploring the soft, plump skin of your thighs. What a body, He thought. 

You had never judged him for his hands. Never saw him any differently because of them, but in that moment all you could think of was how badly you wanted those hands inside. His conjoined fingers thick, tight but oh so good inside you. You knew you wouldn’t have to wait much longer when he curled his fingers under the band of your underwear, pulling it into his palm before he expertly dragged it down your legs before they came off your body entirely. They were a deep red color and Jimmy bit his lip as he saw the arousal nearly dripping off of them.

“You want me this bad baby? All you had to do was ask darlin’ don’t want my poor baby all needy.”

His voice had dropped at least an octave and your mind wondered how that had even happened, but you really didn’t have the time to even begin to try and understand because not only had Jimmy’s hands gone back under your skirt, but his head as well. You felt his soft brown curls brush up against your thighs as you subconsciously tried to close them, a bit nervous.

“Don’t hide from me, want to see that pretty little pussy glisten. All for me.” He whispered, and you could quite literally feel his breath against your core. Shyly, and with a bit of resistance, you let your legs open, and dear god Jimmy darling wasted absolutely no time.

He was on you in seconds, tongue collecting all of your arousal as if he was on a race against the clock before he slowed a bit. He needed to be patient, and he wanted to make you feel good. Wanted to make you scream his name. 

His hands held your thighs apart as he licked a thick stripe up your core, tongue flattening against your clit as he moaned at your taste. His cock twitched heavily in his pants, the deeper his tongue explored, the more impatient his little friend seemed to become. 

He was an expert at this and you wanted to know how many times he’d done it before. Surely quite a bit to be this much of a pro at it. 

Your hips were arching up into his mouth, his nose rubbing perfectly against your clit as he tongue fucked you, one of his hands coming down to palm his raging erection, trying to ease it a bit. 

In no time at all you felt your release building up inside you, much faster and heavier than usual. His tongue felt so good and just as you were about to open your mouth to tell him so, he did something that just made it feel so much better. He took a set of fingers and carefully slipped them inside of you, your natural slick helping lube them up and slip right in. He thrust them gently in and out as he continued to lick and suck. 

Your moans were surely filling the whole house and you couldn’t be more thankful for the fact that your family was out of town. 

Before you knew it, your first orgasm of the night ripped through you like a hurricane, a tidal wave of pleasure quite literally flooding your senses, leaving you a blabbering, shaking mess as you tried to recover.

Jimmy eased you through your release before removing his fingers and mouth from your sensitive core. His head finally popped back out from underneath your dress and you saw his chin soaked in your cum. He looked at you with the most shit eating grin, obviously proud of himself for how well he had made you feel.

And of course, you had to return the favor, right? Once you caught your breath your hand carefully reached out to the very obvious bulge in his pants, just resting it there for a moment. Jimmy swallowed hard, bottom lip bitten tightly between his teeth as he watched you. Soon enough, you had both hands on him, unzipping and unbuttoning his jeans before looking at him for help. He quickly shrugged them off, leaving him in just his underwear which left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

“Come on doll, touch me. I won’t bite.” He chuckled, though his breathing seemed just the slightest bit labored. He really was so desperate for your touch.

Your hand reached out once more and this time squeezed him gently through his underwear, a wet patch beginning to form where no doubt the tip of his cock resided.

You couldn’t wait anymore and carefully slipped his underwear down just enough for his cock to be free, red and dripping. His breath was shaky as you took him in your hand and you both knew he wouldn’t last long. You wanted to taste him but he had shook his head. “Another time.” He had said “I want you now, babydoll I won’t last long.” He sounded a bit desperate as he reached for the condom that had been set on your bedside drawer, ripping it open before handing it to you. The moment between you two had gone from heated to very loving. Memorable. 

Your hands carefully placed the condom onto the tip of his cock before sliding it down, bringing a shaky breath from his lips. Usually he had quite good stamina, but not today. Not with you.

The rest of your clothes were shed and you laid back on the bed with Jimmy crawling over you. He was the one to look a bit nervous now, but you weren’t sure why.

“Jimmy, are you alright?” You asked with a gentle, concerned voice.

His eyes snapped up to look at you as he nodded shyly “just worried I won’t last long enough for ya is all…” he mumbled.

You took one of his hands in your own and pressed a kiss to his knuckles, shaking your head

“You’ve already made me feel so good Jimmy. Better than I’ve ever felt before. I want to be able to make you feel good too, you don’t have to last for me. In fact, don’t. I just want you to feel good.” You said, gently brushing the hair from his forehead.

With newfound comfort in your words, he carefully guided his cock to your folds before looking back up at you. You knew it would hurt. At least a little.. That’s what all the other girls had said, so you were prepared. And besides, pleasing Jimmy was your biggest goal right now. You wanted this to be special for the both of you.

He carefully thrust into you in one go, figuring it’d be better that way. Rip the bandaid off. The pain, surprisingly, wasn't… really all that painful. Yeah it wasn’t exactly great, but it was more of a dull ache if anything. His fingers having stretched you out just a few moments before. 

His breath was shaky as he swallowed hard, hands coming to hold your thighs as he let himself still inside of you for several moments. For both of your sakes. Slowly but surely he pulled out to the tip before plunging back into you. He felt weak in the knees. He had barely done anything and was about ready to explode. If he was with anyone else he’d be embarrassed. But you had told him it was okay.

“I’m- I’m sorry-“ he managed to choke out, his thrusts already beginning to lose their rhythm, eyes shining with what seemed to be desperation as he looked at you.

“Jimmy, please.” You whispered, cupping his cheek “I want it. Let go for me.” 

Jimmy came that night with his head on your chest, a cry leaving his lips as with a few more thrusts, he released heavily into the condom, breathing labored.

“I’ll be better next time… promise..” he had mumbled, drunk off the pleasure.

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And he was. Each time with Jimmy seemed to be better than the next. You two grew so close to each other, before his mother eventually had to move. The ‘freakshow’ was moving towns, the summer season coming to an end. It was your first heartbreak. You two promised to keep in touch, but knew it was all but useless. You two tried, you really did, but over time you fell apart. It was the worst pain you’d ever endured, and it didn’t just end when his love letters inevitably did. It continued for months after. Years. You looked for him in every man you met, but none of them could fill that same emptiness Jimmy Darling had left in your poor little heart. 

Eventually, little by little your broken heart began to mend itself. You couldn’t spend your whole life mourning over what could have been. You needed to live in the moment. So that’s exactly what you did. You got a good paying job, despite how difficult it was for a woman those days, and you supported yourself. You went on plenty of dates but none of the men lasted longer than a one night stand. You didn’t feel that spark that you once did. 

Maybe you weren’t meant for love. Maybe you were destined to live alone. You were alone but you weren’t lonely. There was a difference. 

After you had saved up enough money, you moved to a quaint little town. Jupiter, Florida. You had rented a small house on the edge of town as you tried your best to fit in with the housewives and the mothers. You were an obvious sore thumb, but they treated you kindly enough. The first week after you moved in, you were invited to a Tupperware party. To be quite honest, it didn’t sound appealing to you, but you needed to become familiar with the people in your neighborhood and this was as good a way as any.

So, you got all dressed up, lips covered in a deep red as you made yourself as presentable as possible. It seemed like the custom around here. 

Once you arrived, a blonde haired woman answered the door, ushering you inside quickly. What was the rush? Why did she seem so eager to get started? You sat on a plush stool, legs crossed as you waited for the others to arrive. It was a small group, only about six women including yourself, but that was perfectly fine with you.

There were whispers about a special ‘surprise’ and you were left to guess as to what. You were new here, and they obviously wanted you to see for yourself. All of the women flipped through magazines mindlessly for a while before the blonde woman spoke up. 

“Now y/n, since you’re new we’re letting you go first! Down the hall to your right. I do hope you enjoy our treat.” You just blinked in confusion at the woman’s words. What? Go first? What exactly was going on here? And why did the other women seem so jealous that you got to go first?

“Our entertainment. A little treat to all of us women. Go ahead, see for yourself.” And with her urging you on, practically pushing you towards the hallway, you complied. Was this all one big plan to get you in a room and murder you or something just as awful? What was with all the secrets? You took a heavy breath as you eyed the door at the end of the hall, heels clicking as you slowly made your way to it. 

With a hand on the doorknob, you closed your eyes and took a breath through your nose before turning the knob and opening the door.

You were met with warm light and a large, comfortable looking bed. And on that bed lay a man. He was leaned propped up against the pillows, a grin set onto his face as he glanced at you.

“C’mon doll it’s okay. I don’t bite. Unless you ask of course.” He chuckled at his joke, but you just blinked in confusion. What in hell was going on here?

Jimmy, sensing your confusion, sat up a bit. He’d never had someone who seemed so clueless before, and of course he was a gentleman, so he wanted to ease you. 

He sat up, hands on his lap and you noticed in the dim light of the room, they looked oddly shaped. Unnatural. Nevermind that, that was the least of your concerns at this moment.

You eyed him cautiously. He was a man, and you were alone in a dimly lit room with him, so of course you had every right to be nervous. 

“They didn’t tell you? Geesh alright…” he chuckled softly before his expression softened “I’m here to please you ladies.” With his words he lifted his hands up and you finally got a good look at them. They were fused together in an odd way that made them look similar to a crab or lobster claw.

“I’m not gonna hurt you and I’m sure as hell not gonna do something you don’t want to. You can come sit, we can just talk if ya prefer.” He said, his voice so alluring, so comforting that you actually did end up coming and sitting down, the plush bed dipping from your added weight. 

“These parties are all just an excuse for me to come and please all you ladies. I was under the impression you knew, my apologies.” He said gently, fiddling with his fingers.

“No it’s fine-“ you started, studying him carefully. There was something so familiar about him. His Carmel locks and his dark eyes seemed to draw you in. “Just… had no idea is all.” You wondered how he had ended up here. 

After talking for a good while, you got up to leave when his clawed hand gently grabbed you by the arm 

“Wait- I- I mean if you’d let me, I can still make ya feel good. It is what I get paid for after all.” He said, seeming a bit nervous. You thought it over for a second, seriously considering it before you nodded. Sure. Why the hell not? You needed a release and it’s not like men were lining up to sleep with you. 

The man coaxed you into lying back on the bed, smiling as he pulled your dress up to your knees, glancing back up at you. His cheeks were a rosy red color and the grin set on his lips told you that this was something he definitely liked to do.

His hands traced your thighs before pulling down your underwear which by now was covered in your arousal. 

“What a pretty girl.” He cooed “just relax, gonna make you feel real good.” He spoke as he brushed his thumb over your clit, collecting some of your slick as he bit his bottom lip. 

You swallowed hard, tinges of pleasure spiking through you from the small touch. 

He leaned closer over you and that’s when it hit. The way his curl fell into his face, the way he looked at you. You knew this man.

You sat up quickly, much to Jimmy’s surprise, and stared him down. 

“What’s your name…” you said. Not a question. More of a statement.

“Jimmy. Jimmy darling.” He said, still looking as confused as ever. Why did his name matter?

Jimmy. The same Jimmy from all those summers ago? The same Jimmy who took your virginity all those nights ago? Who bought you flowers and took you on midnight walks under the stars? The same Jimmy who packed up and left and couldn’t even bother to send letters? To let you know he was okay?

Your head was spinning and Jimmy took this time to get a good look at you. It took him a little longer than you, but it finally hit as to just who exactly you were. And when he realized he jumped up, pulling you into a hug.

“Holy… shit.” He whispered, arms wrapped tightly around you “holy shit is it really you?” 

His actions startled you a bit before you hugged back, enjoying the warmth of his embrace as you nodded, trying your best to hold back tears “yeah… yeah it’s me.” 

Jimmy kissed your forehead, closing his eyes as he sighed softly “I knew you’d come back to me. I told my ma so. It was only a matter of time. And here you are.” He smiled, dimples popping as he looked you over. “Insane.”

You pressed a kiss to his cheek and sighed. In an instant you two were just like you used to be. It just felt right.

Jimmy went to open his mouth once more when that same blonde haired woman from earlier barged in, looking a bit impatient 

“If you are done, I suggest you get on to your next customer. We pay you for each girl, not by the hour Mr. Darling.” She clicked her tongue and stared at the two of you with a puzzled look before turning and leaving right back from where she came. 

A nervous look overcame Jimmy’s smooth features and you frowned, cupping his cheek “it’s okay.” You whispered. Your thumb rubbed across his cheek and he leaned into the touch with a shaky sigh before nodding.

“Meet me later? Edge of the fairgrounds? I’d love to talk more with you.” He said before pressing a kiss to the top of your head, standing up and glancing at the door.

You sensed his urgency to continue his job and stood up, heading towards the door. You took one last glance back at the man sitting on the bed before heading back out to where all the ladies were now impatiently waiting. You gave a shy smile as you collected your purse and excused yourself from the house altogether, too much going on to even try to stay and talk with any of them. They didn’t seem all that friendly anyways.

Your mind never strayed from the brown haired man as you went back to your home, awaiting sunset to meet him at the edge of the fairgrounds. Just like he’d said. Your heart leapt a bit as you wondered why he wanted to talk more, or what he wanted to talk about. Did he just want to catch up after all these years? Did he want more? You certainly did. A fire seemed to have started inside of you. One that only Jimmy Darling could extinguish. 

You showered and dressed once more, this time in a black dress, the skirt portion covered in white polka dots. Oddly similar to Jimmy’s favorite dress you wore all those years ago. It was almost symbolic.

You made your way through the neighborhood and headed to the fairgrounds. It was quite a long walk and by the time you trudged down the dirt path towards the circus, your feet hurt and you were sweating a bit. The sun was just falling behind the tree line as you saw a familiar figure in the distance. With renewed energy, you ran to the man, smiling as you all but jumped into his arms. This all seemed like a dream. Too good to be true. As if you were in a real life romance novel with that happy ending. 

“Was worried you wouldn’t come.” Jimmy admitted as he glanced down at you, eyes soft and full of so much. Pain as well as just years lived. His looks hadn’t changed much, but his eyes told a different story. One that you wanted to know, if he’d let you.

“I just… this still…” you shook your head, at a complete loss for words. But Jimmy seemed to understand all the same, for he didn’t have the words to describe it either.

“I get it. I do. I just-“ he shut himself up and for the first time, after all these years of longing for it, he kissed you. The kiss was everything you ever wanted it to be, and your lips seemed as if they were molded just for each other. His strong hands gripped your waist as he pulled you to his chest, eyes fluttering closed as he intensified the kiss. Your heart was beating wildly and you were almost sure he could hear it for himself with your close proximity. 

He took your hand and led you to his caravan, opening the door and stepping inside without a word. He turned back to look at you, but you had already slammed the door shut and you were back on him, lips devouring his own in a desperate, hungry, longing kiss. 

So many thoughts flashed through your mind but the only one that stuck was the fact that this man was right in front of you. Just yours for the taking. He mewled quietly against your lips which took you a bit by surprise. He had always had such a way about him. A dominance, but right now in this moment it all seemed to wash away.

“My Jimmy.” You cooed, voice heavy with lust as you pulled away just a bit to glance at him. His cheeks were covered in a pink blush and his pupils were heavily dilated.

“Did you get off to them?” You asked, expression turning a bit sour. The thought of him with those women back at that party made your stomach turn. The way that they just… used him for his hands. 

He shook his head, a desperation in his eyes that no man should be able to get away with. 

You glanced down to see the outline of his erection in his pants and you clicked your tongue, a finger delicately reaching out to trace across it. Jimmy’s reaction was instantaneous. His breath hitched as a quiet groan left his throat. 

“Doll, please. I’m so hard for you. All for you it’s always been you please-“ he rambled, head foggy as all he focused on was you. He pulled you into another kiss, wrapping his arms around you as he rutted against you, his groin brushing your inner thighs. He whined softly at this and continued his actions, letting his clothed cock rub up against you. You felt yourself becoming slick from it. From how desperate he was. It made you want to explore just how submissive he could become for you.

You led him to his bed, hands coming to tug at his shirt in a silent plea for him to take it off. He did just that, nearly ripping it in the process of trying to get it up and over his head before he threw it somewhere onto the floor. 

You let your dress slip off your shoulders as it pooled around your waist, your bra and bare stomach now out in the open.

Jimmy’s fingers reached for your bra, eyes glazed over with lust as he chuckled softly “all mine. All mine.” 

You carefully let your hands come down to the button of his pants. “Can I?”

“Babydoll, you can do whatever you want to me.” Was all he managed to choke out before you unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulling them down his legs with his help before he kicked them the rest of the way off. He was now dressed in only his underwear and you saw the way his cock moved under the thin fabric. 

You carefully squeezed the length in your palm, humming at the seeming unnatural warmth that came from it. Jimmy darling always seemed to run a temperature with the way his body heated itself, but for him, it just seemed to be normal. He let his head fall back as he sighed, hands resting at his sides as he let you do what you pleased.

You squeezed him once more before you let your fingers claw under the fabric, feeling the bare skin of his thighs as you pulled the elastic slowly slowly slowly down his legs. Teasing him. 

Once they were far enough down, his cock sprung free. You were never one to call a dick beautiful, but if you did, it’d be Jimmy’s. It was about average length but he made up for that in girth. He was thick, his fat mushroom shaped cockhead dripping with his sweet, salty pre-cum. You let your thumb slide across the tip, watching as it became coated in the sticky liquid. His cock twitched heavily, a thick vein on the side of it pulsing, desperate for more.

You looked back up to see Jimmy a disheveled mess and you’d barely even touched him yet. His hair was damp with sweat and his forehead beaded with the little droplets as he stared at you, pleading with you to do something. Anything.

Your palm wrapped firmly around him, squeezing ever so slightly, reveling in just how warm he was in your palm. How heavy and hard. Your hand slid across his length, watching the skin move with each slide up and down. Jimmy threw his head back, groaning as his hips arched up ever so slightly into the touch. His balls were full and heavy as you cupped them gently in your other hand, pulling even more noises from him. 

“Oh god sugar. Your hand feels so fucking good you’ve got no idea- shit-“ He groaned, eyes closed tightly as his chest rose and fell with each of his heavy breaths.

You continued your movements, getting used to the feeling of him once more. Your mouth watered at the sight of more pre-cum bubbling from the tip and you couldn’t help as your tongue leaned down to lick it up, tonguing ever so slightly at the slit with a hum. Jimmy’s hips bucked and he choked out a moan that bordered on a whine. Oh how sensitive he was.

Once you had a taste for Jimmy, you needed more. You didn’t want just a sample, you wanted a full portion. Your puffy lips gently wrapped around his cock head. You suckled at it, coaxing more of his fluids into your throat with a devilish smirk.

Jimmy’s hips twitched as he tried desperately to keep them down and under control. 

Soon enough you took more of him into your mouth. He opened his eyes and nearly busted right then and there as he saw his length disappearing into your mouth. His bottom lip trembled from the pleasure as he clenched his eyes shut, body shivering. 

He was close. You could tell. The way his cock twitched and the louder he became. You continued for

Just a moment before pulling off of him, causing a dissatisfied groan to fall from his lips as his eyes shot open in confusion.

“Why’d you stop?” He asked, swallowing hard as he sat up on his elbows. You didn’t answer, instead you slipped fully out of your dress, taking off your bra and underwear with it and revealing yourself fully to him. Normally you’d feel a bit shy, but not at this moment. Not with him. 

You crawled over him, letting your dripping pussy just over his aching cock. Driving him absolutely wild. 

“Please put it inside- please I want to feel you so bad babygirl.” His begging made you grin as you lowered your pussy over his dick, sliding across it with a hum. He was searing hot and it felt so good against your clit. You continued to grind against his cock, getting lost in your own pleasure for a second, listening to Jimmy’s whines and whimpers.

“This is torture…” Jimmy huffed out impatiently, bucking his hips and causing the tip of his cock to slip inside of you, causing you both to gasp.

“Please-“ Jimmy whined, eyes wide as his hips ever so slightly bucked up once more, slipping deeper inside your tight, warm walls.

“C'mon you’re gonna be the death of me, doll. Just sit on my cock please.” 

As much as you wanted to torture him a bit more, your core ached to be filled by his girth. So, carefully and ever so slowly you began to sit on his length. You winced at the pain that came along with it, but it was soon gone. You sat fully on him, laying your head on his chest as you breathed heavily, trying to adjust.

Jimmy wasn’t so patient. He bucked his hips up and you yelped, hands coming to hold down his shoulders as you shot him a glare.

“Be patient.” You snapped, which caused him to whine. He wanted to be good, he really did, but he was dying for you to move. Literally felt like he could quite literally pass away if you didn’t start doing something in the next five seconds.

“I’m sorry sugar- sorry I’m trying my best. You just feel so fuckin’ good I can’t handle it.”

You chuckled softly as you glanced down at him, shaking your head. He was ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous but you loved it.

Slowly you began to rise off his cock before sinking back down, testing the waters. Your stomach flipped at the feeling. He was so thick. It still stung a bit, but the pleasure that came with it overcame any discomfort. 

Jimmy threw his head back and laughed, a full heavy chuckle “god- feels so fucking good babydoll. Just like that.”

You placed your palms on his chest for better leverage as you began to grind down on his cock, relishing in the whines it brought from his pretty pink parted lips.

Once you finally seemed to fully adjust to his size, your movements sped up, legs already aching from the effort as you bounced up and down his cock, slick with your arousal.

Jimmy groaned, mouth falling open as he panted, eyes squeezed shut tightly “oh fuck baby girl- please- please I want to cum- I’m so fucking close.”

“You can cum Jimmy.” Was all you said. You had a devilish plan and as he arched up into you, emptying his hot seed inside you, you didn’t stop. You continued your movements on top of him until his moans of ecstasy turned a bit frantic as he tried to pull you off of his spent cock.

“Babydoll- it’s too much! Y/n! Oh g-god please-“ he begged, writhing away from your touch as your plush walls overstimulated his cock. You ignored his pleas for a few more moments, relishing in the way he cried out, tears welling in his beautiful brown eyes. 

Eventually, you were kind enough to stop, pulling yourself off of his cock which was covered in a mix of your slick and his cum. Still, unsatisfied you looked back up at Jimmy, who panted, trying to catch his breath. You grimaced a bit as you felt his cum dripping from you and in a spur of dominance, demanded one last thing from him.

“Come clean your mess up, baby boy.” 

He peeked his eyes open at you and nodded obediently, crawling over you as he carefully pushed you back on the bed, positioning himself between your thighs. He carefully placed his tongue at your entrance, quickly lapping at your folds as he whined softly, the combination of his own release and your taste making him blush. He felt so dirty.

You reached down and gently carded your fingers through his soft curls, gently rolling your hips up into the feeling of his tongue as he moaned softly.

“There we go baby boy, make me cum. You can do it, so close just a little more.” You encouraged, your words making him whine against your cunt.

He doubled down on his efforts, eager to see you come. With a few more flicks of his tongue expertly against your clit, you fell over the edge. No clue how close you were until it was too late to go back.

You cried out in pleasure as Jimmy eased you through your release, smiling proudly to himself before collapsing next to you on the bed, absolutely spent.

“Tired.” He mumbled, burying his face in your shoulder. You rubbed his back gently and held him close as he drifted in and out of sleep, perfectly content.

You weren’t sure where you were headed with Jimmy Darling, but you sure were excited to see how things turned out now that you two had found your way back to each other.  ———————————————————————

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{3} - Hotel California - Yandere!Demonic Entities!Ateez X Reader

Yandere AU & Demon AU - Based off of This ask and Hotel California by Eagles

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Slight Humor

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Focus on San & Mingi this chapter)

Words: 11,810

Warnings: Mental Illness: talks of past depression. Whore Knee thots. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Hope you all enjoy this next update to this series!! I think it shows a different side to the guys, honestly. I’d love to hear any and all theories you guys have about the story so far, or even what you thing might happen next!! I’ve got a lot planned, but that being said I’m surprised this part turned out as long as it did lol, but as always feedback is greatly appreciated!! Enjoy~

Main Story - Part Two

Heaving a deep sigh, you look at your reflection in the mirror, fingers grasping onto the edge of the counter for dear life. Wiping at your cheeks with the back of your one hand, you move to turn on the faucet in the next moment. You’re sick and tired of crying; you’ve done enough in the past two weeks to last a lifetime, and honestly, if it were up to you, you wouldn’t shed another tear over this matter. You don’t deserve to be upset, nor do they deserve any more of your tears.

Testing the temperature of the water with your hands, you decide it’s a decent warmth. Allowing the water to gather in your cupped palms, you splash some on your face, rubbing at your eyes in the next second. Turning the faucet off, you grab the towel on the counter beside you, and dry yourself off.

This is your life now, and even though you still have trouble accepting it, crying about it isn’t going to change anything. You’ve shed enough tears for the life you lost, and you promised yourself earlier that you were going to stop wallowing in your own self-pity. You do not want to go back there again.

Shooting your reflection a weak smile, you close your eyes. The feeling of your lungs expanding and contracting as you heave another deep breath serves to ground you, allowing your eyes to open to meet your gaze in the mirror once more. With one final curt nod at yourself, you’re exiting the bathroom.

Stepping back into the main area of your room, you notice only San stands there now. Where the other two went, you have no idea. Your brow furrows, especially since San looks more interested in observing the painting on the wall of a field of flowers than turning to face you.

“They went to feed, by the way,” his voice cuts through the silence as he feels your gaze on his back, only momentarily though, for you’re shifting to look at the painting in the next second as you come to stand just a little ways behind him.

Oh, so badly does he want to turn and face you right now, but the feeling of your gaze flicking over his form, even only for brief a moment, prevents him from doing so. He knows you have more questions, and he will happily answer any and all that you may have.

“I know you’re curious,” he chuckles, and he hears you huff out a breath. “You need only ask, and we- I will tell you everything you want to know.”

“Stop reading my mind.” You reply, irritation slightly apparent in your words as you cross your arms in front of your chest. Then, as if deciding against your better judgment, “what do you mean by ‘feed’?”

This time, San cannot prevent the way he smiles as his body turns towards you. Finally, you’re asking about them. The mild curiosity he can sense floating through your mind surrounding them raises his spirits more than you’ll ever know.

“We can survive on regular food for a time, but we need something a little more substantial to survive.” He tells you, lips still tugging upwards at the corners.

“So, you do drink blood.” You say, eyes wide as you nod faintly in understanding.

“Yes, and no,” another voice coming from your open doorway draws your attention, turning to see Mingi entering your room. “It can sustain us, but it’s more of an aphrodisiac than anything. Something we only consume for fun every now and then.”

“It’s like alcohol that way,” San adds. “We don’t necessarily need it to survive, but boy, does it make things more entertaining.”

“Should I be worried?” Your attempt at a joke, needing to make light of the situation right now.

The two men share a brief look as Mingi comes to stand beside his brother.

“If you were to ever offer us your blood, then most likely,” Mingi replies, nothing but honesty interwoven with his words. “Right now, I don’t think even we would be able to tell you how we would act should we ever get a taste of your blood.”

Your heart skips a beat, fear coursing through your veins.

San shoots the taller male a narrowed eyed look.

“You don’t have to worry about us drinking your blood,” San assures you, turning his gaze back onto your figure. “We swore that we would never hurt you, or do anything along those lines that you’re uncomfortable with.”

“But if I offered, you would take it.” It’s not quite a question that you pose as you eye them warily up and down.

Of course, San immediately replies within his mind.

Without question. Mingi adds, unbeknownst to you.

Anything you have to offer them, especially if you give a part of yourself to them willingly, they will take. In a heartbeat. It’s one thing they’ve always wanted; one thing they’ve always desired.

“Let’s take it one step at a time, yeah?” San smiles at you, though you’re not very reassured.

You purse your lips, blinking at the two men before you. “You still haven’t answered my original question.”

“We just don’t want to scare you.” Mingi replies softly, San’s lips twitching as he nods once in agreement.

“Look, I said it earlier, and I’ll say it again, but if this is going to work, then we’re going to need to learn to trust each other.” You look from one male to the other. “Would you rather tell me now while I’m mildly curious, or have me find out later when I potentially trust you, and have it freak me out so much it breaks that trust?”

“Touché,” San’s eyebrow quirks, his expression mirroring the smugness he feels at having heard you say that you’re curious about them, even if only mildly. An expression which he knows is mirrored on his brother’s face right now.

“We need to feed on souls to survive,” Mingi tells you, watching as you stiffen, even if only slightly. He sighs, “see, I knew you would be scared.”

“Listen,” you echo his sigh, running a hand over your face in the process, “this is still a lot for me to take in. Two weeks ago I didn’t even know creatures-“ you hesitate, unsure of what to refer to them as, “beings such as yourselves existed. I’m still wrapping my head around the fact that you guys can teleport tremendous distances in mere seconds.”

“That’s not all we can do,” San smirks, loving the way curiosity continues to tug at your mind. “But how about we save that for later?”

“Why not just tell me now?” You quirk a brow, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Mingi grins. “We have to keep you interested in us somehow.”

“Touché,” you echo San’s word from earlier. A moment later, and your eyes are drifting past their heads and to the painting on the wall once more. “Fine then. Tell me about that painting behind you. I don’t think I’ve ever seen an art style like that before. I’m curious to know who chose it, and why you decided to put it in my room.”

“Oh, this?” Mingi quirks a brow, turning to look at the aforementioned artwork on the wall behind him.

“Yunho painted it.” San says, almost nonchalantly with a small shrug.

“He paints?” You voice, clear disbelief on your features as you take a few steps closer to examine the artwork in more detail.

“Paints, draws, you name it,” San continues, a small huff of amusement escaping his lips as he witnesses your eyes shine with a spark he hasn’t seen in them since you first got here.

Both men watch you carefully as you step past them to observe the canvas. Each cannot deny the way your look of wonder makes their hearts race inside their chests, even if it’s not something of theirs that you are admiring. They’ll be sure to share this with Yunho later. Their brother should be very pleased to know that finally something he has done for you has made you smile.

Sure enough, as you step closer, you take in the details of the painting. The colours are a soft pastel, blending well together and portraying an image of a clear spring day. A breeze drifts through the field of flowers. Flowers of which you notice are some of your favourites. The forget-me-nots dotting the canvas with their soft pale blue petals elicit a breathless gasp from your mouth as your lips part.

“Did he-“ the words die in your throat as your fingers come up to cover your mouth, the pads pressing lightly against your lips as you continue to stare at the canvas in awe. Your heart clenches slightly, and you have half the mind to ignore the feeling for the moment.

“When he gets back, why don’t you ask him yourself?” Mingi suggests, voice gentle as his eyes crinkle at the sides, a kind smile resting on his features.

You blink, seemingly collecting yourself and your thoughts as you clear your throat. You can practically feel the way that they’re both looking at you right now, soft smiles adorning their features. They’re gazing at you akin to how you were just looking at the painting: nothing but awe and wonder reflected in their eyes.

Finally, they’ve done something right.

“Anyways…” you swallow the sudden dryness in your throat, turning away from the canvas in the next moment as your hand drops back to your side. “I should probably unpack now.”

Turning towards your suitcases, you’re quick to close the distance between yourself and them. A few seconds later, and you’ve hauled one onto the mattress, unzipping it and throwing it open to reveal your clothes, some of which that have been haphazardly thrown into each compartment.

“Do you want us to leave?” Though it pains him to say it, Mingi manages to get the words out. Both he and San cannot help but to recall your words from earlier, echoing through their minds as they are both reminded of the shattered coffee cup that had remained in the lobby until Wooyoung had cleaned it up.

You pause for a moment, tossing the sweater you had just been holding in your hands onto the couch a little ways from where you stand now. You still cannot get over how grand this place is.

“Eh,” you shrug one shoulder, “just don’t make it weird.”

Besides, you know exactly which suitcase contains your more delicate items of clothing. That one you can simply unpack in the large walk-in closet without them peeping on things.

A warmth blooms in each of their chests, and San has to suppress the smile that wants to paint his lips as he sits on one side of the couch. Mingi, unashamedly, lets his content smile stretch across his face as he takes the opposite end of the sofa, your sweater resting in-between the two men.

A few minutes pass in silence, the two males content with just watching you work around the room. It takes you less than ten minutes to unpack the first suitcase, pulling another one along and plopping it onto the bed in the next moment. Only, as soon as you reach to unzip it, you pause, a furrow to your brow.

“Wait,” you subconsciously say your thoughts out loud, “what time is it?”

“Just past two in the afternoon,” Mingi supplies for you without so much as looking at a clock. “Why?”

You go to reach for your phone that rests charging beside your bed. Sure enough, Mingi is right. Seeing that it’s at full battery, you’re quick to unplug it.

“Well, like I said earlier, my parents are probably worried sick about me,” you say, going in to check your notifications that you’ve missed over the past two weeks. Sure enough, you see dozens of messages from your parents, and your sister, asking you where you are, and what happened to you. “I’m calling my mom. You two,” you turn to give them a sharp look, “stay quiet.”

Two seconds later and they can hear the familiar sound of a dial tone and then the tell tale ringing of an outgoing call. Each man watches you carefully, hearing your thoughts begin to consume you as anxiety takes hold.

What are you going to tell your mother? Will she even pick up? What if she starts asking too many questions? Are your parents okay?

It’s on the fourth ring that your mother answers your call, her face appearing on screen as a relieved smile paints your own features. You seriously didn’t realize just how much you missed her, or your father for that matter.

“Sweetie, oh my goodness!” Your mother greets you with a gasp, nothing but worry reflected on her features. “Are you alright? Where have you been? What have you been up to? What’s going on? Where are you?”

“I’m fine, mom,” you shoot her a smile, feeling as if a weight has been lifted from your shoulders as you see a familiar face. “I’m sorry I went a bit off the grid for a while, I just-“ you heave a sigh, running a hand over the top of your head, “needed a break from things.”

“Oh, sweetie,” your mother coos. “It happens to the best of us. As long as you’re okay.”

“I’m okay, mom. I’m okay.” You assure her, but at this point, you honestly don’t know if it’s more for her or for you.

“Where did you go?” She asks, and you can see her sit down on the living room couch in your family home, your father sitting on the opposite end as she angles the camera to include him in the frame.

“Hi, dad,” you shoot him a small wave as his eyes widen and he scoots forward to see you better. “I’m sorry for giving you both a scare.”

“We were worried sick about you, honey.” Your father voices softly, taking the phone momentarily from your mother’s hand. His concerned face fills the entire frame as he frowns. “We were about to put out a missing person’s report since you haven’t contacted us in so long, and you usually call or message every few days.”

“Yeah,” you chuckle awkwardly, shooting a sidelong glance at the two males sitting on the couch and watching your every move, “sorry about that.”

“What happened?” He mirrors your mother’s worried tone as he shifts to include her in the frame.

“I needed a break from work,” you reply honestly. “I took a weekend for myself, and it just made me realize that life is too short to be wasting my youth behind a desk at some stupid job that I’m already starting to hate. I just needed some time for myself.”

The partial lie falls from your lips so easily. Well, it’s like they say: the best lies contain partial truths.

“But not contacting us for two weeks?” Your mother stresses, her hand grasping at your father’s arm for support. You can just tell she’s getting a bit choked up. “Sweetie, we thought you died. Or something worse had happened to you. We didn’t know if we would ever see you again!”

“I know, mom,” you sit yourself on the bed, angled away from the two men so they don’t appear in the frame. “I’m sorry for worrying you, it won’t happen again. I promise.”

“Your sister was convinced that you met someone and ran away together,” your father jokes, attempting to lighten the mood if only slightly.

Oh, if only they knew the truth. You blink, gaze darting to the side to see both San and Mingi looking at you with amused quirks to their brows.

“You could say that,” you chuckle, shaking your head as if to dismiss the thought. “The running away part, that is."

Only, your mother doesn’t see it that way. Instead, a dramatic gasp is escaping her lips as she takes the phone from your father.

“Holy crackers! Sweetie! You did, didn’t you?” She smiles, her eyes shining at the thought.

“No, mom, it’s nothing like that-“

“Who’s the lucky guy?” She cuts you off with a wiggle of her brows. Then just as quickly, she adds, “or girl!”

“The important thing is that you’re happy,” your father adds with a nod. “And they treat you right.”

“Woah! Okay, there,” you hold up a hand, waving it frantically in the air as if to tell them to wait a second as a heat rises to your cheeks. “There’s no one like that yet! I’d tell you if anything were to happen.”

Your parents both chuckle, and you fail to see the way both males stiffen at your words. Sure, they’re upset that you’re essentially hiding them from your parents, but the language that you used only serves to kindle that spark of hope you gave them earlier today. There’s no one like that yet. 

Yet.

Which means they still have a chance.

“Well, okay, sweetie,” your mother smiles knowingly as you laugh nervously. “If you say so.”

Oh, you can just tell she does not believe you. So, of course, you’re quick to change the subject. “How have you two been?”

The next thirty minutes are spent talking to your parents and catching up on all that you’ve missed. You tell them a bit about your little trip that you took considering your mother pointed out the luxurious room you seem to be staying in. (Both San and Mingi had smirked at that, pride filling their chests at somewhat gaining your mother’s approval for something, even if she is none the wiser.) She tells you about the day trip they took to the countryside, telling you that you’ll all have to plan something when you get back from however long you’ll be taking for yourself.

“Speaking of, how long do you think you’ll be gone?” Your mother asks, shifting her position on the couch as she leans further into the cushions.

“I’m not sure mom,” you reply, truthfully. “I won’t be back any time soon, that’s for sure.”

“Well, okay, dear,” she hums. “Just keep us updated and let us know if you need anything. We’re here for you, and we always will be.”

Your breath hitches in your throat, suddenly overcome with a tremendous sense of gratitude towards your parents. “Thanks, mom.”

“Seriously sweetie,” your father chimes in. “Anything at all, we’ve got you covered.”

“I really appreciate it,” you smile, a warmth settling in your chest and spreading throughout your body as you look at their happy faces staring back at you through the screen. “I should probably get going, though.”

“Alright then, sweetie, you have a good rest of your day!” Your mother cheers, her eyes shining in content at getting to talk to you once more after so long. “If you get a chance, you should call your sister. She’s also been really worried about you.”

“I will,” you promise, waving to both your parents. “Talk to you later.”

“Bye-bye, sweetie! Love you lots!” Your mother waves back, along with your father, both smiling at you fondly.

“Love you, too,” your lips twitch upwards almost sadly as you say your final goodbyes, ending the call in the next minute.

Tossing your phone onto the bed beside you after locking it, you rub your hands over your face. Your shoulders hunch as you take a few deep breaths to steady your nerves, conflicting emotions of utter joy and sorrow swirling within your chest. With a deep exhale, you’re dropping your one hand, tossing your head back as the other runs over the back of your neck, rubbing at the sore muscles there as your eyes close.

You can just feel their gazes on you as you crack your neck.

“Not a word,” your eyes snap open, turning to look at both males still sitting on the couch as a heat once more rises to your face.

San simply smiles at you innocently, while Mingi raises his hands in front of himself as if to tell you that he won’t say anything.

Despite the semi-embarrassment at having them listen in on that entire conversation with your parents, you still cannot deny the overwhelming sense of happiness you feel at getting to talk to them again after so long. Not only that, but gratitude.

You fumble with your hands in your lap, refusing to meet their gaze as you mumble a small ‘thanks’.

They simply quirk their brows at you in response.

“You know,” you finally turn your head to look at them once more, meeting each of their gazes as you continue, “for trusting me enough to do that.”

Still, you hate the fact that you feel as if you need their permission to do anything. You hate feeling trapped, like you’re not in control of your own life. That’s the part you resent most.

“Of course,” Mingi smiles at you softly, eye shining as your emotional thoughts wash over him, even the bitter ones.

“It’s like we said before,” San smiles, mirroring the fond look shining in his brother’s eyes, “we only want to make you happy.”

You nod, and although it’s small, in the back of your mind, you’re starting to finally believe them. A fact which could not make them any more glad than they already are, pride warming their chests as content growls build within. Again, finally, they’ve done something that’s good.

“Did you want to finish unpacking?” San asks, eyes flitting to your still unopened second suitcase lying on the bed beside you.

“Maybe later,” you shrug. “Can you show me to the kitchen?”

Immediately, San perks up even further, “if you’re hungry, I could make you something.”

“I appreciate it,” your lips quirk upwards, “but I don’t expect you to cook for me every time I want something.”

“That kind of defeats the whole purpose of us taking care of you,” Mingi jokes, a teasing quirk to his lips as you see San pout at your words.

“I am fully capable of taking care of myself, you know.” Your lips tug upwards in the corner, the ghost of a smirk gracing your features. “Been doing it for years.”

“We know,” Mingi grins. “We just wish you would let us do more for you.”

Only San truly understand the deeper implications behind those words, but you do not fail to catch the way both their eyes flash as they meet your gaze.

“Well, you can start by showing me the kitchen.” You reply with a nod, motioning to the couch with your one hand outstretched in the next second. “But first, can one of you toss me that sweater?”

It’s like watching two rabid dogs go after a piece of raw meat after being starved for two days. Mingi grabs the sleeves of the hoodie while San grabs the bodice, each tugging it in a different direction to pull it closer to them as they stand.

“Let go,” Mingi growls, his eyes flashing black in warning at his brother as he tugs the sweater closer to his body.

“No, you let go,” San retorts, his own eyes flashing black with a snarl on his lips as he pulls the hoodie towards himself.

Like hell are they going to let the other do something for you, especially not when you’ve asked them so nicely. It’s the whole bar situation of the first night all over again, each wanting to prove to you how they can provide for you. Whatever they can do to make you like them more for the moment, they will. After all, progress is still progress, no matter how small.

Shaking your head, you take a step towards them in order to make your way over and simply grab your hoodie from their hands. Only, before you can move more than two steps, you’re freezing in your tracks.

For the second time that day, the sound of tearing fabric reaches your ears.

Your lips part and your eyes go wide in shock as you watch both males turn to look at you with equal expressions of disbelief on their faces. In each of their hands, they hold a piece of fabric that was once your completed sweater, the material clinging on to it’s original form for dear life as the sleeves quite literally hang on by only a thread.

“My hoodie,” your voice comes out small, high-pitched in disbelief as your expression drops, a pout painting your features. That was one of your favourites, too.

“Shit,” San curses at the same time Mingi swears, “fuck.”

“Baby, we’re so sorry,” San says, eyes pleading with you to believe him as he clings to your sweater for dear life.

“Just-“ you’re so stunned that you don’t even register the pet name he’s just called you, sighing in the next moment as you pinch the bridge of your nose, “put it down.”

Gently, they place the sweatshirt back onto the couch.

“Seriously, we didn’t mean to-“ Mingi begins, before you’re cutting him off quite sharply.

“It’s fine.” It’s not, really, but it’s only a sweater. You’ll live. “Accidents happen.”

At least their remorse is genuine, each male standing there sheepishly as you exhale another sigh. Besides, it can most likely be fixed, but you’ll deal with that later.

“So,” you begin, “the kitchen?”

“Right!” San jumps at the opportunity to guide you, stepping around your couch with a small ‘follow me’ in the next moment.

Wordlessly, you let him lead you out of your room and down the hallway, Mingi following close behind. Neither of them say anything for the time being, thoughts consumed with the idea that they’ve just let you down after just getting you to open up to them slightly. The one thing you asked them to do for you and they’ve already screwed it up.

Then, a brief thought from you has them both perking up.

It can be fixed.

Even though it’s not technically directed at them, the fact that you even thought of a potential solution has their moods perking up momentarily. Perhaps things are not as bad as they seem.

“There are actually two kitchens on the premises,” San explains as he steps into a room not too far off from the bar area, if you recall correctly.

“Of course there are.” You huff out an amused laugh. “I’m guessing the other one is in the opposite wing?”

“That would be correct,” Mingi nods, already sitting at the counter on one of the stools.

“Then I guess you’ll have to show me that one later,” you hum, eyes taking in the details of the cabinets before you.

The kitchen is fairly large in size, bordering on a cross between the size of an industrial workspace, and a conventional home design. The countertops are granite, that much your can tell, and there’s a separate gas stovetop off to the side. A large fridge sits against one wall, as well as two ovens just beside it, stacked on top of each other. The cabinets match the design nicely, and you find yourself nodding your head subconsciously in approval as you take in the space.

Little do you know of the smile that graces San’s features at hearing your impressed thoughts. Finally, a space that is his, and he can share it with you. Plus, you approve? There is simply nothing sweeter in this moment for him than this feeling right now.

Walking over to the fridge, you reach out towards the handle. Only, before you can pull it open, you hesitate, unsure of whether or not simply raiding their food stash would technically be considered rude at this point.

“Go ahead,” Mingi assures you with a smile and a nod, even if you’re not looking at him.

“What’s ours is yours.” San adds, leaning against the counter with a content look on his features as he watches you pull the fridge open.

The sight that greets you has your eyes practically bulging out of your head. Each shelf is stocked with everything and anything you can think of, and more. You seriously don’t have to worry about going hungry while you stay here, for they have everything you could ever want - everything you could ever need.

Nodding to yourself, a faint smile tugs at your lips as you reach in to grab some fruits. In no time at all, you’ve gathered some apples, a few peaches, some grapes, a package of strawberries, and a melon, placing them on the counter beside the sink.

Turning back to the cabinets with your hands on your hips, your brow furrows. If I were a bowl, where would I be?

San simply smiles to himself as Mingi lets out a soft chuckle. Wordlessly, San is opening a cabinet, handing you two large bowls as you nod to him in thanks. Placing the bowls on the counter, you realize that you’re still missing two things.

Yet again, when you turn around, San is already holding exactly what you need, placing the cutting board onto the counter before turning around and grabbing two different knives from their holders. Though, you notice him hesitate before placing them down, keeping them held steady in his hands as he faces you.

You quirk a brow at him, hands still resting on your hips as you look at him expectantly.

“Forgive me if I’m a little hesitant to give you a knife.” He replies, worry furrowing his brow.

You know that they’re both probably worried that you’ll either try to hurt them, or worse, yourself. Only, you have no intentions to do so. Not only have they proven that they’re faster than you, so even if you tried to attack them, it would be pointless, but also stronger, too. Besides, they can read your every thought, and you’d rather not try to dissociate again to make your mind blank for a surprise attack.

“Says the demon holding them in his hands while he faces me.” You counter, a slight tilt to your head.

Again, Mingi chuckles, watching as San places the knives on top of the counter for you.

“Fair enough,” San hums, taking a step back to give you some space.

You shoot him a small smile in thanks as you step closer to the sink to begin washing the fruit. You get about halfway through washing when you notice San’s presence lingering just over your shoulder.

You shoot him a pointed look, “stop hovering. Sit.”

“I’m not-“ the protest dies in his throat as both you and Mingi give him a look. “Fine.”

Grumbling under his breath, San makes his way beside Mingi on the opposite side of the counter, pulling out a stool and sitting down right beside him. Carefully, he rests his forearms on the stone, mirroring the exact same position that Mingi is sitting in.

The whole time you work, both males watch you intently, smiles on their faces. They often think of saying something, but the silence that settles over the three of you is comfortable, and they are more than content to listen to your unfiltered thoughts as you move around the kitchen.

Honestly, this moment in time with you is so peaceful, that they can already picture your future together. They wouldn’t mind if every day were like this, a blanket of ease settling over you all as the day moves forwards. You’re making them so unbelievably happy right now, and you don’t even realize it yet.

San cannot help but let his thoughts wander as he shifts his position so that his head is leaning in the palm of his hand as his elbow rests against the counter. Exhaling a dreamy sigh, he watches you with a soft gaze, picturing moments like this with you in either one of his two kitchens. 

The two of you would be cooking together, perhaps you helping him to prep your favourite meal. He would come up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his head into the side of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply.

Then, his thoughts shift, darkening along with his gaze as he pictures you being covered in his scent as he does so. The idea of you smelling like him, and him like you after a night of passion has desire swirling in his chest. His eyes begin to swirl with that all too familiar blackness as he envisions you begging him for more, leading to him taking you right on this very counter. Your legs would be thrown over his shoulders as he indulges himself in what he’s sure would be the best meal of his entire life. Fuck, what he wouldn’t give to be between your legs right now…

A harsh elbow to his ribs jolts him out of his all too vivid thoughts, Mingi shooting a side-eyed glare at his brother for his much too loud thoughts projecting themselves into his head.

Oh, please, like you wouldn’t be thinking the exact same things if you got a chance to see her working behind your bar. San rolls his eyes, noticing how Mingi’s gaze darkens. 

In the next second, Mingi’s thoughts are overcome by the same exact desires. It’s exactly as San suggested, Mingi picturing what it would look like for you to be mixing drinks with him behind his bar. Slowly, the image shifts, and Mingi can see himself standing between your legs as you sit on top of the counter, your hands tangled in his hair as he kisses you. You’d wrap yourself around him, pulling him in closer to you as his hands found purchase on your thighs, squeezing the flesh appreciatively and eliciting the sweetest of sounds from your lips, He’d kiss down your neck, biting on the skin there before sinking to his knees, your hands still tangled in his hair as his lips-

That’s what I thought. San’s smug voice is cutting through Mingi’s all too vivid daydreams about eating you out on top of his bar.

Oh, fuck off. Mingi grumbles. You started it.

Can you blame me? San has to resist the urge to quirk a brow as he sees you cutting into the fruit so delicately, the juices dripping down your fingers just like how yours would drip down his chin as he makes you come over and over again for him from his tongue alone.

Not one bit, Mingi replies, attempting to control his breathing as his gaze darts to your lips, watching as your tongue swipes out to wet them as you concentrate on cutting the fruit. Fuck, what he wouldn’t give to feel them pressed against his own, against his body, wrapped around his cock… You probably taste just as sweet as the fruit you’re cutting into, too.

It’s subconscious, and both males believe that you don’t even realize that you’re doing it, but the song that begins to float through your thoughts as you cut into a peach nearly has a groan escaping their lips. They didn’t think it could get any worse for them and their all too vivid desires practically drowning their thoughts in everything you, but then you start humming. That same damned song, too.

Pretty girl, you’re like peaches. You chuckle to yourself, forgetting momentarily where you are. Then, in the next moment, you’re chuckling to yourself as you toss some slices into the bowl before you. Oh, Jongin, if there ever were a contest for the most obvious cunnilingus song out there, you’d certainly be the winner.

“Who is this ‘Jongin’ guy, anyways?” San’s bitter voice manages to pull you out of your thoughts.

Your eyes widen, managing to drop the halved peach in your hands onto the counter in shock. In the next moment, you blink, seemingly coming back to reality as you pick up your dropped fruit to continue cutting it and tossing it into the bowl.

“Kai? He’s just some idol,” you reply casually.

“Yeah, we gathered as much,” Mingi replies, somewhat shortly.

You raise your head to look at both of them, noticing how they practically scowl at the counter beneath their hands. Realization crosses your features, and a smirk pulls onto your lips. Perhaps you’ll have a little fun with this while you can.

“Well, he’s an excellent dancer,” you begin. “Certainly knows how to move his body. Especially his hips, if you know what I mean.”

It’s faint, but you swear you hear Mingi growl.

“His first solo release was better in my opinion,” you continue, having finished cutting all the peaches and moving on to the last fruits you have left to add to the bowl. “More sensual.”

A mental image appears in their minds as you envision what appears to be a music video in your own. A man is enticingly rolling his body with an open shirt as backup dancers flank him on either side, the tune playing throughout your head. You lick your lips, and action of which does not go unnoticed by either of them.

“He’s from one of my favourite groups, too. Though, he might not necessarily be my favourite in the group.” You add. Then, almost dreamily, “he is very handsome, though.”

Honestly, you’re surprised the counter hasn’t crumbled beneath San’s hands, given how tightly he’s gripping it right now. Though, Mingi isn’t fairing much better, a vein in his neck popping as he strains against every nerve in his body to hunt this idol down and kill him for daring to consume your thoughts for more than a second. Especially in this way.

“You kind of remind me of him,” you meet San’s gaze for a brief moment as you lean forwards. “Your eyes are similar.”

His mind blanks. Did you just, in a roundabout way, call him handsome?

A smile faintly tugs at his lips, a sense of smugness washing over him. If only it could last…

In the next moment, you’re humming, as if disappointed in something. “Though, I think he’s taller.”

This time, your eyes briefly meet Mingi’s, and it’s now his turn to freeze. Is this your roundabout way of saying you’re into taller men?

Mingi’s heart races in his chest, a sense of satisfaction flooding his veins as his lips quirk upwards at the corners.

“Though, he’s not the idol I think is the most handsome, but that’s subjective,” you shrug. “I much prefer his best friend. His brother, if you will.”

At this, both men straighten, inhaling sharply. Just like that, you’ve managed to burst their little bubbles, their minds swirling with disgust at the fact that you would praise another man like this in front of them. The worst part is, now, there seems to be another.

“Taemin’s a bit of a dork,” you smile softly, your tone dripping with affection. “Well, a crackhead is more like it. He’s also a great dancer. Very kind, and very easy to love.”

This time, there is no mistaking the snarls that tear from their throats. A fact in which has your eyes going wide. Perhaps you’ve taken this a bit too far, you don’t want to push them any further than you already have. You still don’t know what they’re entirely capable of, and the fact that their eyes have bled black is in no way reassuring.

“Relax,” you’re rolling your eyes in the next moment, “I didn’t say I was in love with him. There’s a difference.”

You freeze, knife pausing halfway through the last apple you have to cut. You have no idea why you just said that. Why you felt the need to reassure them, or even clarify that simply ideology you’ve had since you were small, is unbeknownst to you. What you do know, however, is the effect your words have on them, for they both seem to calm down, even if only slightly, at this revelation.

“Are you in love?” San asks, somewhat quietly, clearing his throat slightly as he suddenly avoids your gaze. “With anybody?”

You take a moment to consider his words, an amused huff escaping your lips in the next second, “isn’t that just the million dollar question right there?”

They both look at you, darkness swirling in their gazes at the thought of you being in love with another. They know it’s way too soon for you to be in love with one of them, or one of their brothers, and even though they can hope, they know it’s not possible. It just doesn’t work like that.

“To answer that,” you sigh, placing the knives in the sink along with the used cutting board as you begin to clean up the small mess you’ve made, “no. I am not currently in love with anyone.”

Then, within your mind, even though you don’t mean to, you add: not even myself.

Both men are caught completely off guard by your mental admission, staring at you with wide eyes as you dig through some drawers for a fork after setting the now washed dishes off to the side to dry. A few moments later, and you’ve grabbed a smaller bowl, tossing some pieces of fruit into it so you can finally eat. Wordlessly, you push the larger bowls towards them, silently offering them some fruit as well.

“So,” you say, looking back up to meet their gazes as you spear a piece of strawberry onto your fork, “are one of you going to show me around this place, or am I meant to wander around on my own?”

Immediately, both males are on their feet, the sound of the stools that they had just been sitting on scraping against the floor echoing around the room. They watch as you move around the counter to stand beside them, fork resting against the skin of your lips as your tongue darts out to wet them. You quirk a brow.

“Follow me,” Mingi says, beginning to lead you back out of the kitchen and to the hallway. 

However, before you leave, you watch, practically mesmerized, as San leans over the counter to grab a piece of fruit from one of the bowls. Not just any piece of fruit, though. A peach slice. 

Without breaking eye contact, he pops the piece of fruit into his mouth. You have to strongly resist the urge to swallow the sudden dryness in your throat as you watch his tongue dart out to lick at the drop of juice that drips down the corner of his lips. He smirks.

“Are you coming?” Mingi’s voice from the open doorway manages to pull you out of whatever daze you were in, your mind reeling at the double meaning that could be interpreted in his words.

“Yeah,” you clear your throat, hoping that both men ignore whatever it was that just went through your mind.

Unfortunately for you, that does not seem to be the case. You can just tell from the way that San easily catches up to you, his fingers ghosting along the skin of your lower back as he guides you along the hallway, that he’s caught your all too vivid thoughts about what his tongue may or may not be capable of doing to you.

You purse your lips, a heat rising to your cheeks as you stuff a piece of melon in you mouth. Curse these attractive demons and their stupid handsome faces.

Little do you know of the way both San and Mingi smirk at hearing your thoughts wash over them. Yes, you may still be guarded from them, protecting yourself in the only ways you know how, but they can still affect you just as you can affect them. Knowing that you still find them attractive, even after everything, simply makes their chests swell with pride, that all too familiar feeling of hunger - of desire - for you swirling within.

“Well, we’ve affectionately labeled this part of the house your wing.” Mingi begins to explain, stopping momentarily to motion in the general direction you were heading in. “You’ve already seen the kitchen and the bar area, but there’s a few more rooms we think you might like.”

“My area?” You quirk a brow, wondering in the back of your mind what that particularly means.

“Your room is the only one on this side of the house,” San tells you.

Only, before you have time to register his words, Mingi is entering what appears to be a large gaming room.

Your lips part in shock as you take in the details before you. There’s a dart board off to the side, a pool table, a foosball table, a table for ping pong, hell, even a card table. Not only that, but there’s a large TV set up with ample sitting space with every console you could dream of resting on the vanity below. You’d bet anything that behind the cabinets resting to either side of the television there are board games, and every other type of game you can imagine.

“You guys really went all in for this, didn’t you?” You breathe, blinking a few times in shock.

“You don’t know the half of it.” Mingi chuckles, your expression of awe serving to fill both of their chests with a sense of pride as you take in the gaming space they’ve created with you in mind.

“Well, it’s not only just for you,” San adds, a teasing lilt to his voice.

“Fair enough,” you nod, placing another piece of fruit onto your tongue.

A few moments later and you’re across the hall, staring at a large home theatre. The plush seats line the room, evenly spread out, but still close enough together as they face the large screen. In fact, some of the recliners are actually couches once you take a closer look. The one at the back even looks more like a bed.

“Anything you could ever want to watch, we have,” Mingi informs you, and even though you don’t necessarily see shelves full of movies or anything of the sorts, you believe him.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you reply, somewhat breathlessly as thoughts of watching your favourite movies and series flit through your mind. “Wait, can this connect to YouTube?”

“YouTube, Netflix, you name it,” San says, resting against the edge of one of the chairs with a proud smile tugging at his lips.

“But is there an ad-blocker for YouTube?” You quirk a brow. 

The last thing you want is to be watching a video and then get stuck with a bunch of ads. You honestly cannot stand that, it’s annoying as fuck. Besides, you’re so used to no ads on your laptop, that half the time when you have the option of watching YouTube videos on a bigger screen, you opt not to, just because of the ads.

“Of course,” Mingi grins. “Anything you can think of, we’ve provided for you, and if not, it takes us nothing to adjust things to your liking.”

“I see,” you hum, not wanting to admit how impressed you are already.

The thought alone, no matter how minor, makes them both smile as they lead you to the next room.

“A dance studio?” Your brow furrows slightly in confusion.

“A few of the rooms are for us, you know.” San chuckles, his arms crossed lazily across his chest as he sees you catch your own gaze in the floor to ceiling mirrors that line the back wall.

“You guys dance?” You turn to look at them, nothing but pure curiosity reflected in your eyes.

Little do you know how much such a simple expression means to them.

“Some of us do,” Mingi nods. “Well, more than others.”

“Wooyoung is the main dancer,” San adds. “Helps him relax. I try to join him when I can, but it’s mainly his thing.”

“Ah, I see,” you nod, spearing another piece of fruit on your fork to eat in the next moment.

If you’re being honest with yourself, you’re torn. You absolutely love watching people dance. It’s always fascinated you since you were younger, but you don’t quite want to go around asking them to dance for you. That would be a little too awkward for you right now, and besides, you don’t quite know if you want to, yet.

Unfortunately for you, these men cannot seem to leave your thoughts alone.

“If you want to watch us dance, all you need to do is ask,” Mingi hums, flicking the lights off while on his way out of the studio as you follow behind a little meekly.

“I know Wooyoung would be more than happy to perform for you,” San adds, sharing a brief look with Mingi ahead of him. “So would we.”

“I’ll- uh- keep that in mind,” you clear your throat, averting your gaze somewhat shyly at their offer as you continue on down the hallway.

There’s a few more rooms here and there that aren’t anything extravagant, but they’re still nice. There’s a few seating rooms, giving you ample space for you to hide away and read, or do whatever you’d like to do if you want to get out of your room but need some alone time. You can tell they’ve put a lot of thought into this, and you hate to admit it, but you’re touched. Each room is catered to your preferences, a few of the windows having benches to sit on in front of them just like you’ve always dreamed about having in your own place when you grew up. They really thought about everything.

Finally, you arrive at the last door in ‘your wing’ as they’ve so lovingly put it, and as soon as Mingi opens the door, a gasp is escaping your lips.

It’s quite a large room, a beautiful bay window stretching along the one wall and allowing sunlight to stream in, reflecting off of all of the instruments scattered throughout the room. A grand piano rests off to the side, more instruments hung on the walls surrounding the area. You can tell that each have been carefully placed, not just randomly put around the room.

Then, one instrument in particular catches your eye.

Your breath hitches in your throat as you take a step towards it, transfixed by the smoothness of its lacquered wooden body. Before you can stop yourself, the question escapes you, a tinge of hope lingering in your voice. Not only hope, but excitement. “Do any of you play?”

You’ve always had an affinity for string instruments: basses, cellos, violas, harps, guitars, you name it. However, there has always been one you’ve cherished more than the rest. An instrument that never fails to bring chills to your spine whenever you hear it being played.

The violin.

“We don’t,” Mingi shakes his head slightly, “but Yeosang does.”

You don’t understand why, but you find yourself clutching onto that bowl of fruit in your hands for dear life. It’s so brief, the thought that flashes through your mind, but you’re sure they still catch it. Especially when you see them both smiling at you so fondly as you exit the room, your cheeks flaring with heat.

Perhaps I’ll ask him to play for me sometime.

Then, softly, as he’s closing the door to the room, Mingi replies, “he would like that very much.”

You say nothing in return, opting to pop another piece of fruit in your mouth as you walk back towards the lobby. An area which you’re not quite sure really is a lobby anymore.

“Well, technically, this isn’t a hotel.” San offers, a lilt to his voice. “It was just disguised as one.”

“Yeah,” you scoff, somewhat bitterly. “I know that.”

“We hope you’d think of it as your new home,” Mingi says, softly, hope shining behind his eyes as he looks at you. “With us.”

You narrow your own at him in response, “too soon.”

Both males have the decency to look upset by your words, eyes drooping in sadness as they clear their throats.

“Anyways,” San begins to lead you towards the opposite side of the house. “You’ve already seen the dining room and the courtyard with the pool, so all that there’s really left to show you is our wing.”

“I’m assuming all of your rooms are on this side, then?” You quirk a brow.

“You would be correct,” San grins.

“Huh,” you let out a puff of air, “I don’t know whether to be grateful or amused by the fact that you decided to at least keep our rooms distanced. Though, I guess it kind of defeats the purpose when you can appear in my room in the blink of an eye.”

“We figured you would want a little bit of privacy from us at times,” Mingi nearly cringes as he hears the words escape him.

You huff out a dry laugh, “now, isn’t that funny how that works.”

The two of them say nothing as they lead you down the hallway. From the thoughts drifting through your mind, they decide it best not to show you the interior of their rooms right now. The last thing they want to do is upset you further, especially when you were all just having such a decent time together. Still, they point out who’s room is who’s.

“Jongho’s is the closest to the main foyer,” San points out a door on your left as you pass by. “Then mine on the right.”

“Wooyoung is beside San,” Mingi points to a door a little ways down as you continue walking along the hallway. “Then me.”

Across from Wooyoung’s room rests Mingi’s, him pointing out the door as you pass by.

“The other rooms are upstairs, but we’ll point them out when we get there.” San explains, to which you nod. “Anyways, here’s the other kitchen.”

Just as he says that, he opens the door and a similar kitchen to the first one greets your vision. Nodding, you enter, noticing only slight discrepancies in colour from the first, but it still has the same general layout.

Moving over to the sink, you’re quick to wash up your bowl, considering you’ve finished your fruit for the moment. San attempted to do it for you, but with one stern look from you (and a laugh from Mingi), he backed off with a pout on his lips.

“Alright, what’s next?” You say, drying your hands off with a towel before folding it and placing it back neatly to hang off of the rack you found it on.

“Well, there’s Yunho’s art room.” Mingi offers.

“You’ve already seen Seonghwa’s tailor shop.” San adds, a hint of a growl on his lips as you’re all reminded of what last transpired within those four walls the last time you visited, the memory flashing through your mind and causing both men to stiffen. It’s not like either of them wanted the honour of feeling your skin beneath their own touch like that first, or anything.

“Yeah, I’d rather not revisit that right now,” you sigh. It’s one of the reasons why you’re in this whole mess in the first place. “Upstairs then?”

“Upstairs it is,” Mingi nods, leading the way.

As soon as you reach the top of the landing, San is reaching for a door.

“Wait,” you reach out a hand to stop him, and he pauses with the doorknob held in his grasp, not even turned. “Is this the art room?”

“Do you not want to see it?” San frowns, confusion tugging on his features.

“I do,” you admit, your curiosity getting the better of you, “but I also have a few friends who are artists, and I know they wouldn’t like people snooping around or intruding on their space while they’re not there.”

“I’m sure he won’t mind,” Mingi smiles at you faintly. “Especially not if it’s you.”

“I don’t know,” you hesitate. “I just wouldn’t feel right invading his privacy like that.”

To you, art in any shape or form, has always been a reflection of a person’s soul. All of their fears, their deepest insecurities and flaws presented within their work. Not only that, but also their joys, their sorrows, and just who they are as a person, and what they value deep within. You would feel wrong, even given the situation, to intrude on his private workspace. Especially when he’s not around to be there to show you himself.

Both men share a look, hearts warming at the consideration that is flowing through you right now towards one of their brothers. It means more to them than you’ll ever know.

Yunho has always been a bit conservative when it comes to showing other people his artwork, even them for a time. They only know that he wouldn’t mind if you took a look because he told them as much before you came to them. You are the one and only person he is ready and willing to display his art for. Every time, and without question or hesitation, you would be the first one who would get to see it. That’s how much you mean to him.

“Alright then,” Mingi smiles at you, eyes crinkling at the sides as San backs away from the still closed door.

Continuing down the hall, they point out the last four bedrooms. Yeosang is the closest to the stairs on the right, while Yunho is across from him on the left. At the end of the hallway, Seonghwa’s room is on the left, while Hongjoong’s room is on the right, directly across from it.

Then, at long last, you come to the final room they have yet to show you. Anticipation lingers in you mind as you approach the grandiose double doors, intricately carved from the finest wood you have ever seen in your entire life. You hold your breath.

Then, as if in slow motion, each male takes a knob in hand, pushing the doors open to reveal the grandest sight you have ever seen in your entire life. You nearly fall to your knees at the beautiful library that greets your gaze, stretching on seemingly endlessly for two stories, books lining every shelf that your eyes can see.

They really weren’t kidding when they said they went all out to impress you.

You take a step forwards on shaky legs, mouth parting as your eyes shine with unshed tears, your entire being overcome by emotions at the meaning behind such a gesture. Sure, you knew there was a library somewhere in the house, and you couldn’t deny the way anticipation clawed at your mind the further you went on this tour without seeing it, but never would you have ever expected this.

It’s like having all of your fantasies come to life - the intricate details on the bookcases, the way the sunlight is filtering through the paned glass windows. Even the few seating areas you can see scattered throughout the room from your view at the top of the second floor balcony all seem to take your breath away.

For the first time in a long time, are you truly speechless, your heart and head both reeling from the emotions washing over you.

“You guys did all this,” you blink, voice the gentlest it’s ever been when speaking to them since you’ve gotten here as you choke on your emotions, “you did all of this,” your eyes trail around the room as your hands come to grip the balcony railing behind you as you lean on it for support, “for me?”

“And we’d do it all over again in a heartbeat.” San replies, seemingly just as breathless as you are as he takes a cautious step towards you, nothing but pure sincerity shining within his gaze.

“We just want to make you happy.” Mingi nearly chokes on his own words, overcome by his own emotions for the moment as your thoughts consume both of their minds. “You mean more to us than you’ll ever know.”

You don’t say anything in response, opting to turn back around to take in the vast space before you once more.

But to them, you don’t have to say anything. They already know. For, despite your better judgement, and probably your sanity at this point, you’re starting to believe them. A fact which could not make them happier than they already are in this moment with you.

“Who-“ so badly do you want to know which one of them was the one who came up with this idea, but the words die in your throat, almost scared of the answer you might get.

“It was Hongjoong.” Mingi informs you without a second thought, voice airy as he breathes the words out.

“It was all his idea,” San confirms, tenderly placing his hand onto your shoulder. The best part is, you let him, and this time, you don’t flinch or pull away from his touch.

The admission hits you like a truck, your sudden conflicting emotions now swirling inside of you. Yes, you are most certainly touched by the gesture - the thought alone that went into this place still has your head reeling. However, you cannot deny the way that your anger from earlier boils beneath the surface. He still broke into your apartment, with Seonghwa no less, and stole your collection right from under your nose.

The least he could have done was ask.

“Can one of you show me to my books, please?” Still, with the care and detail they’ve put into this place, that anger is dissipating fast. Besides, you don’t know if you have the energy to be angry like that all of the time.

“Follow me,” Mingi breathes, his own thoughts still reeling from the tender moment they’ve just shared with you. 

Ecstatic doesn’t even begin to describe how both he and San are feeling right now, but your reaction only serves to comfirm the fact even more. They are deadly in love with you, and they would do anything to prove it. From the looks of things, the wall that you had managed to put up around yourself after the whole dinner fiasco is slowly crumbling, and like hell are they going to let any of their efforts go to waste.

Finally, they’re making progress.

With every step you take, San helps to guide you down the stairs, hand moving from your shoulder to the small of your back. Both cannot help but to watch you with that same fondness shining in their eyes as you are brought right before your entire collection.

You can tell there was just as much care put into placing your belongings on these shelves as there was put into the rest of the library, if not more. Each piece is placed exactly where it would have been back at your apartment, your little trinkets angled just how you like them.

Perhaps you should give both Hongjoong and Seonghwa more credit. Perhaps you’ve been a little too harsh on them so far. After all, it’s clear that they care about you, especially if they went through all of this time and effort to plan this out and create such an elaborate place just for you. All of them did, and you think you’re starting to feel yourself truly relax, accepting your fate little by little, if today was anything to go by.

Carefully, you walk past the few shelves holding your collection, running your fingers over the spines of both your books and manga volumes until you reach the start of your albums. Quickly, and with the expertise of knowing exactly what you’re looking for, your eyes scan the different titles, finding the exact one you’re looking for.

Good. At least it’s still there, in tact, with everything still inside of it. You’d hate for your very first album of your collection to be damaged in some way, shape, or form. From the looks of things, none of them are, a fact which makes you smile as you slide the album back onto the shelf. Besides, it almost looks as if your entire collection has been cleaned. 

Taking a step back, you nod, approvingly, a weight seemingly lifting from your shoulders as relief washes over you. You’re still a little upset at the fact that your things were taken without your knowledge, or permission, and you understand that they probably wanted to surprise you with such a thing, but still. You just wish you had some warning. You suppose that that’s life, though.

“Okay,” you breathe out, a faint smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you turn to face both San and Mingi once more. Each still wear that look of fondness on their face as they continue to observe you, their hearts beating erratically in their chests as they are overcome with this moment they’ve been able to share with you. Really, they cannot wait to share it with their brothers when they get back, too. “I have one final question.”

“Anything,” Mingi’s response is but a tender sigh on his lips.

You take your time to look around the bottom half of the library, eyes catching on the glass doors that lead back out into the pool area. Honestly, you’re surprised you didn’t catch that the first time.

The longer you let the silence linger in the air, the more anticipation builds in their minds. Your own thoughts are still swirling with how grateful and impressed you are towards them at the moment, giving nothing away as to what you may want to ask them. A fact of which that has them holding on to every breath you take.

Finally, you meet their eyes, “where’s the garden?”

To say they’re taken aback by your question would be an understatement, both wearing equally dumbfounded looks on their faces.

“Uh,” San blinks, clearing his throat. “There isn’t one.”

“Not even a greenhouse?” Your brow furrows, slight disappointment lingering within your mind. Then, you quirk a teasing grin, shaking your head all the while, “all of this effort and you guys don’t even put in a garden."

“We can, if you want,” Mingi’s reply is instantaneous, worried that them not having added a garden could be the one dealbreaker to end what would have otherwise been a perfect day with you.

“What do you mean by that?” You eye him skeptically, thinking how it would be impossible to simply just add a garden.

“We mean exactly that,” San responds. “We can attach it just outside the library.”

Then again, stranger things have happened.

“You need only think of something you want, and we can provide it for you.” Mingi adds.

“So, if I wanted a room full of kittens to cuddle with?” You quirk a brow.

“Done.” San answers with a shrug, as if it would truly be nothing for him. Though, each of them would prefer if you cuddled with them instead. They already have enough to worry about with your stuffed animals. They don’t want to be competing against real ones now, too.

“A room inspired by the galaxy, complete with pillows and a moving ceiling to reflect the cosmos that I could observe whenever I wanted?” You question, still partially skeptical to what they’re telling you.

“If that is what you desire,” Mingi nods, clasping his hands behind his back.

“Is this apart of your teleporting thingy you guys do? Making stuff appear out of thin air?” Your brow furrows slightly as you attempt to wrap your head around what they’re implying.

“A part of it, yes,” San moves to sit in the chair closest to him, crossing his legs so that his one ankle rests on top of his knee as he leans back in his seat.

“I’m still not used to that,” you shake your head, recalling exactly how it felt to jump from one place to another not once, but twice today.

“It’ll take some getting used to,” Mingi chuckles, sitting in the chair opposite San as they both continue to watch you, eyes tracking your every movement.

“No kidding,” you huff out a breath, placing your hands onto your hips for the time being. 

Taking one final look around the room, you smile to yourself before moving to exit the library. Only, before you can get very far, Mingi’s voice is drawing your attention back to him.

“Where are you going?” There’s a tinge of worry in his tone, apparent on his face in the way he furrows his brows.

“Back to my room,” you reply, as if it were obvious. “It’s been a long day, and I still have to finish unpacking.”

“We’ll join you,” San goes to stand but your hand reaching out to stop him freezes him right in his tracks.

“I appreciate it, but I think I just want some alone time, now.” You smile softly at them as if to reassure them you’re not about to go back to your room and sulk, or cry, or wallow in your own self-pity like you had been the past two weeks.

They share a brief look.

“Alright,” San sighs, leaning back into his seat for the time being.

You shoot him a gracious smile, moving to exit the library. Though, before you do, you pause, your back still turned to them as your hand rests on the doorknob. Then, you turn to look at them both from over your shoulder.

“Thank you. Both of you. For this,” you say, your voice soft and barely audible in the room, but they still manage to hear you as clear as day. Your hand tightens its grip on the knob as you turn to face the door. Then, under your breath, as if you say it more to yourself than anything, “perhaps you’re all not so bad after all.”

Without another word, or even allowing yourself the time to process the words you’ve just spoken, you’re making your exit. The door slams shut behind you, echoing your final admission to the two men sitting there, stunned, in their seats.

Little do you know of the way their hearts race, veins flooding with a pleasant warmth as happiness spreads through their entire body, seeping into every pore. Growls of contentment build in their throats as their eyes fixate on the spot you had just been standing in, their minds screaming at them to simply chase after you - to pull you into their arms and show you just how unbelievably hopeful and happy you have just made them, and just how grateful they can be.

Progress. They’re finally making progress.

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