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blue-jisungs · 5 months

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red and blue colored jealousy

author's note. thank u zanna @slytherinshua for coloring the yul pic <333 i hope u enjoy it!!! the bestest boy ever :( also!! my yet another take on "eloquent" wording hehehehe 🤓☝️

word count. 1.9kish

warnings. its not a warning techinally lol but its fem!reader ++ reader is wearing a hanbok for women and has long hair.... theres no aos spoilers (i think) + its not specified when its taking place so feel free to interpret it ur way lol ++ not proof-read sorrrrryyyyyyyy

the tender music of kayagum, haegum, choktae and other instruments filled the room. the lights were slightly dimmed, a couple of candles casting shadows on the walls and curtains.

the crown prince sighed heavily, shifting on his seat.

“what is all of this?” he asked, fingers drumming against the wooden surface of the table. seo yul smiled softly, looking at uk.

“due to all the stress and hustle happening in the city, we decided to fill out spare time with some happiness” yul explained gently, nodding. park danggu shushed them, parting the table in excitement.

“it’s starting!”

go won was about to ask how could he tell but then some of the candles went out, as if a gust of wind did it. however, everyone felt a sudden invisible force causing them to shiver.

“did someone open the window…?” uk blinked and then they heard a faint rustle.

chwiseonru didn’t have a stage, to be frank. they just moved a couple of tables and cleared some space. the ladies sitting on the cushions, dressed in pink and purple coloured hanboks were on the ground. their fingers gently strummed their instruments, touches feather-alike.

suddenly, there were footsteps. everyone in the tavern noticed a woman.

she was wearing a black hanbok with crimson sewed details. small leaves and flowers adorned the cloth on the sides. she had her long hair braided, loosely put and swaying on her shoulder.

her hands were slim and her pointer finger was adorned with a red jewel. it shone beautifully, ruby and crimson glittering in the faint light. if one looked closer, they were about to realise it’s one of the half of ying and yang stone.

however, her face was hidden behind two fans. one of them was black with faint agate details, the other was an opposite – red with black sewings.

she held them in a way that hid her face, which only made the viewers more curious.

suddenly the pace of music fastened and the woman started flapping her fans a bit more rapidly. with swift and hypnotising moves of her body, she revealed her face.

she had some artistic makeup on her face: a curved line forming under her eyes that created a crooked circle, only to connect above her brows. two, small ruby stones were glued on her cheekbones symmetrically.

yul noticed the way the prince’s eyes widened, cheeks flushing and lips parting in awe. the mage scoffed, ignoring his friend’s gaze.

the performer moved gracefully, just like water. her moves were clean and gentle, the flutter of fans creating her own music. uk frowned upon noticing the similarities between some of her dance moves and chisu or even hwansu.

“she’s gorgeous” go won breathed out, his eyes focused on the dancer.

the performer’s face remained cold and expressionless, eyes trained in the audience. a brief eye contact with the prince caused him to smile and nod. whereas yul just clutched his fist, uk was growing more and more suspicious.

the song seemed to reach its climax, beat going faster and faster. nevertheless, the dancer didn’t fail to catch up, moves becoming more sharp and sturdy.

with a sudden thrust, the rest of the candles went out. briefly after, she finished the performance ending in the same position she started.

people started clapping and cheering, go won cleared his throat.

“who… is she?” he asked quietly, turning to the others. in the meantime, the servers lit up the candles again.

“l/n y/n” a female voice rung up from behind him, causing the crown prince to jerk in surprise.

yul sent you a soft smile, your face visible in the light once again.

the crown prince turned around and grabbed your hand, placing a gentle peck on the top of it.

“your performance was stunning. i have never seen anything like this in my entire life! the music, your moves and grace… truly breathtaking. how come i haven’t seen you perform before?” he asked, eyes sparking with adoration.

you chuckled sweetly, bowing elegantly.

“thank you, your highness. i had a break from performing… someone insisted i started dancing again which is why i’m here” you smiled and caught yul’s ebony irises on you. you couldn’t read his expression.

“thank gods that person convinced you. sincerely speaking, im fully mesmerised with you” the prince smirked, a playful smile dancing on his lips

“i’m pleased to hear that, my prince” you bowed once again, noticing uk’s sturdy gaze on you.

“i shall invite you to my castle one day”’ go won hummed. you nodded with a satisfied smile.

“i appreciate that you’re thinking so highly of me, my prince…” you started and looked above his head, only to meet seo yul’s gaze. you weren’t meant to finish as another compliment was landed at you.

“and your fans… may i have a look at them? they look absolutely stunning” he asked.

normally, you’d refuse. but it was the crown prince after all.

nodding and handing him your fans, you saw how he traced the detailed sewings on them.

“beautiful work. may i know by who was it made?” go won asked, rising his head up to look at you. he was amazed not only by your dancing skills but also your beauty. especially those e/c eyes.

“it was a gift from a dear friend of mine” you explained and took back the fans once he handed them to you.

“i see. will you perform again?” the crown prince asked, flirty tone in his voice.

you were meant to give just one dance.

but who were you to deny the majesty’s request?

you finished shortly after midnight, the moonlight sneaking through the windows. the prince wanted more and more, enchanted by you. only when he noticed that your musicians are getting tired, he decided to stop. bidding you farewell (not failing to shower you in compliments once again), he was gone. the ordinary people went home, leaving just a couple of drunkards and the mages left. they decided to return to the jeongjingak.

when you left, they stayed for a bit longer to finish their drinks. yul put his hands on his thighs, observing the crown prince.

“i’m really enchanted. who invited her?” the man asked. uk was about to snicker a joke about being so love-struck.

“yul! yul knows y/n, they’re good friends!” danggu yelled out, a bit more louder than he intended. yul felt his eyes widening as the prince’s thundering gaze shifted to him.

“seriously? and you never introduced me to her? seo yul, i’m disappointed” the crown prince tsked.

“i never knew you were a fan of such things, your highness” yul bowed his head and stood up. the sudden motion combined with couple of drops of alcohol in his system caused his vision to blur.

“ah, it’s a shame i only discovered her now. but better now than never, hm?” go win tilted his head and observed yul’s rosy cheeks.

“yul-ah, you seem distracted. is everything alright?” uk asked, worried. he stood up and placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“yeah, i’m just tired. we shall go. i need to get one thing done and i’ll join you in jeongjingak” yul sighed. he bowed and left them, ignoring their weird looks.

there was a sudden knock at your door. you let out a sigh but your gaze didn’t leave your reflection in the mirror.

“i’m sorry, your highness, but the performance is over” you called, hands working on untying your braid.

“oh, my apologies. i just hoped for a quick chat with such an amazing dancer”

you turned around and your face lit up upon seeing yul. he smiled wildly when your eyes met.

“oh for you master yul… i suppose i could make some time” you teased. yul closed the door and approached you slowly, as you reassumed to unbraid your hair “did you enjoy the show?”

“oh, of course i did. anyone would be a fool not to enjoy it” he hummed, placing his hands on your arms and massaging them gently “a certain individual seemed to enjoy it especially…”

“oh?” you rose your eyebrows, meeting his dark-brown irises in the mirror’s reflection. his face was pensive, brows furrowed and jaw tensed.

he huffed and leaned a bit forward, grabbing your hair gently and putting it on your back. as he started to unbraid your hair tenderly, careful not to tug too harshly, you started to wipe off your performance makeup.

“the crown prince fell in love, i recon” he murmured, shrugging nonchalantly.

“with the performance? i mean, i’d be rather upset if the future king wasn’t entertained with my dance” you hummed and put away the dirty cloths, your face now bare.

“i think he was more found of you than the show itself, y/n” seo yul sighed and parted the last parts of your hair, finally letting it flow on your back loosely.

“hm… it flatters me, truly” you smiled and noticed his brows twitch “yul?”

“yes, dear?” he asked, sitting down next to you. he looked at the stone on your finger, smiling subconsciously.

“are you jealous?” asking, you raised the corner of your lip.

he just rolled his eyes playfully, yet no words were spoken.

“oh yul…” you giggled and poked his chest “you seemed to kill him with your gaze the second he opened his mouth while he was talking to me”

“stop talking such nonsense about the future head of the country…” seo yul grunted, avoiding your gaze. a slight blush adorned the tips of his ears.

he leaned and grabbed your fans, holding them gently.

you observed how he traced the black sewing, then moving to the red one. he was thinking about something, absentmindedly moving his fingers along the soft fabric.

“i’m sorry” you huffed, placing your hand over his “i tried to hold a distance but he was too…”

“it’s a future king, they tend to get too blind to notice someone is uncomfortable” yul scoffed and looked up at you, suddenly reaching out and holding your chin with his free hand. he tilted his head, a faint smirk dancing on his lips “but you’re mine”

“mhm” you hummed in agreement and waited for him to shorten the distance between you two.

as your lips finally met, your head went spiralling. every kiss with seo yul was like the first time, always so passionate and tender.

you’ve been dating yul for a while now, yet you were keeping your relationship secret from the public eye. and for the time you’ve spent with your lover, you noticed his habits… such as struggling to word out his love. however, his words just weren’t verbal: yul adored to shower you with gifts and small gestures.

like those fans you always perform with. or the finest performance makeup supplies he got from afar. or the handmade hanbok for you to perform in. or the musicians.

or the ring.

as you felt the air escaping your lungs, you moved your hand from his and put it at the back of his neck.

leaning away, you noticed his flushed cheeks.

“i’m yours, yul. not going anywhere, even if the prince offers me to rule the country” you chuckled and tapped his ring, the blue part that matched yours.

“good” yul huffed, noticing the gesture.

after all, the red and blue yin and yang jade was the symbol for ever lasting love for a reason.

masterlist <3

taglist. @laylasbunbunny ,, @slytherinshua ,, @jiwuu ,, @ameliesaysshooo ,, @planetkiimchi ,, @primoppang ,, @dazzlingligth

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sukunasweetheart · 7 months

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If there's a will....THERES A WAY....firefighter! Sukuna would have me IN A CHOKEHOLD.... I'm thinking reader is a baker...so we baking the goods in the back and because of the ovens causing horrendous heat, our top buttons are always open exposing the assets👀 but one of the other bakers had an accident, so the oven lit on fire causing the kitchen to light up....then our man is called because a bakery is on fire...maybe he rescues us(he definitely sees the unbuttoned work blouse)....hehehehe.....LOVE YOUR ACCOUNT BUTTERCUP...mwah<3

AWWH THANK U SM!! <33

this is such a cute idea omg... if its not sukuna jumping into the flames to save me then i dont want it...

imagine youre collapsed in the kitchen bc the smoke was too much and you were feeling so faint and dizzy, and suddenly some strong arms lift you up and carry you out... the ambulance takes you in and they rush you to the hospital for treatment while they put the fire out, but other than some mild burns and the smoke you inhaled, you are fine

cant stop thinking about the way you got princess-carried... though you weren't able to see his face with the mask and everything. when you wander around the bakery again just mindlessly without expecting anything (theyre fixing and renovating the place), a tall and tatted man approaches

"oh, it's you. glad to see you're doing alright."

"sorry... do i know you?" you feel a bit intimidated by the stranger (but he's also devilishly handsome).

"not really. but i did carry you out of those flames about a week ago."

"oh. oh! that was you?!"

youre profusely thanking him within the next minute but he tells you flatly that its just a part of his job...

still... if you insist on giving him some homemade baked sweets and cakes as thanks, then there's no real reason to reject it. and he's certain that you can give him something even sweeter... like yourself

he's actually delighted to see you here, what an exciting coincidence. why would you happen to be here, on the same day and time as him - when he decided to take a random look at the site? it's almost like fate.

#he's totally not ogling at your tiddies as well wdym 😏😏#sukuna x reader #poe answers

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octuscle · 6 months

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Hey support. I have a “nations of the world”-themed Halloween party coming up. We all drew nationalities and “types” out of a hat. I got “London Uni Chav”. I’m not even sure I know what that means. Think you can help me get into character?

Mate, there's a store in the East End. It's called CHAVTF. They will be able to help you. Tell them I sent you and they'll give you a good price, guaranteed. I will definitely announce you as well.

When you arrive at the store, a young man is standing in the doorway on the phone. A miserable chav. Too bad, actually quite good looking. But a cheap haircut and clothes, in which you would certainly not go on the street. But you wouldn't play with your balls on the street with your hand in your pants either… He shakes your hand, which you find disgusting to the max, and says that you must be Shane. You answer that your name is actually Sean. The young man answers "Lit, go ahead, I'll be right there".

When you open the door, it smells like cannabis, sweat and new sneakers. A difficult combination. You are already sure that it won't be long before you get a headache. Secretly you smell your hand. Fuck, it now smells like sweat and cum of the employee. At first it disgusts you. But somehow you can't get enough of the smell. You hear the young man behind you say "If ya loik da smell, i'll be happy to lock da store an' drop mah pants." You are not sure if this is a joke and say with a smile "Maybe later". "Name iz Tyler by da way. Ya can call meh Ty. "Then call me Shane" you reply and give Ty a fistbump.

"Mah bruv said ya need something for university. Iz 'at roit?" You nod, glancing at the racks, wondering what on earth you're going to wear here. "Dude, i fink ano da answer, but are ya studying or working at da university". You laugh. "Do I look like a fucking student?". Ty grins "Fuck, no! How long have you been a janitor there?". "Mate, I'm the assistant to the assistant to the janitor. Just started a few weeks ago."

"Bruv, go in da booth, get undressed an' i'll bring ya something appropriate to wear. Socks an' jockstrap are already d'er." You don't even think and do what Ty tells you. Before you put on the jockstrap, you press it to your face. As you expected, it smells like Ty's hand. The socks are no longer white and smell like old sweat. You get a hard-on when you have everything on.

"I guess you don't mind second hand" says Ty. "Absolutely not," you reply. Ty sees the bulge in the jockstraps and grins. "Fuck dude, even though you're only 5'6", you're pretty XXXL down there." You ask if Ty has really locked up the store yet. Ty gets down on his knees, takes out your cock, starts licking your balls and asks who cares. A few seconds later you form a 69 and suck each other's cocks.

You quickly solve the problem with the drains. A small favor for your pal Ty on the way home. For this he could give you the headphones cheap. They probably fell off the truck. But you don't care. You have to go to a Halloween party in the next few days. If you don't like music, at least you can defend yourself now. Hehehehe!

#male tf #reality change #male transformation #chav tf #halloween tf #hiviz tf

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h8ani · 7 months

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hi baby!!! this is for ur current event!!! ^^

i would like request numbers 38 and 41 in a childhood bestfriends to lovers (?) au with mitsuya from tr! <3

Nightmares

Pairing: Mitsuya Takashi x Reader

Anime: Tokyo Revengers

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: f!reader, reader has nightmares, takashi is sickeningly sweet in this

Hehehehe I finally finished this, I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it 🥹🥹 Feel free to request more!

Prompt List

You thought you had this under control, you really did, but the sweat on your palms and the way your breathing is staggered says otherwise. You’re usually able to calm yourself down and get back to sleep in an okay state, but you just couldn’t stop shaking, your heart was beating out of your chest and nothing you did could calm the static you felt in your body. Everything was tingly, it felt uncomfortable being in your bed, you felt uncomfortable being in your room, the nightmare that stays raging through your mind caused your cozy dimly lit room to form the terrors.

You didn’t want to resort to this but your body and feet willed you up and out of your bed. Fingers frantically turning your lights on causing your once dark room to be bright once again. The heartbeat that was once thumping in your ears had subsided, you could feel yourself calm down, though the shakiness in your body never settled. You stepped out of your room and walked to the opposite end of the apartment, feet shuffling quickly as the darkness in the apartment consumed you and you found yourself slipping in your roommate's room and closing the door faster than you meant to. The door shuts loudly and you mentally curse yourself and can only hope that you didn’t wake him up. You’re grateful his door was cracked open, it always is but you can only imagine how much louder you would’ve been if you had to open his door as well. You turn slowly, seeing his led lights glowing around his room brings a comfortable aura around you that the sigh that escapes you couldn’t be helped. You see Mitsuya sleeping peacefully, his head turned against his pillow and blankets covering most of his chest, you can’t help but feel bad for coming in unannounced now.

Mitsuya Takashi was your roommate for about two years now, though you’ve known him since you can remember. He was probably your closest friend thinking back on it, both of your mothers were childhood friends and they always laughed and said they’d do everything together. They went to the same school, had the same classes and coincidentally they got pregnant at the same time. You and Mitsuya were side by side all throughout life and even school, he even walked you back home before heading back to school to do his extracurricular activities. Once you both decided it was time to move out of your respective homes you both got a place together, you two have in simple terms been through everything together - although you’ve never had to wake him up in the middle of the night before.

You find yourself at the edge of his bed, he looks so peaceful you have half the mind to walk back out and deal with the after effects of your nightmare by yourself, but you knew it would just end up with you walking back to his room and finding yourself right where you left off.

“Takashi…” you mumble while slightly nudging him. He shifts by only a little, head rolling over to the other side. “Taka…Can I sleep here tonight?” You say louder, you can see him stir around more prominently while his head turns back to face you. His eyes slowly open and blink, it takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dim darkness that surrounds you. Once he finally sees you he lifts the blankets up giving you the silent okay to slip in.

You waste no time in getting under his blankets and cuddling up against him. He was warm like a furnace and you took all the warmth you could get. Your arms wrap around his waist while his arm settles around your shoulders and pulls you into him. “I’m sorry.” You apologize, unsure if the sudden heat you feel is because of your embarrassment or because of how warm he is. “I know your tired and this won’t-”

“Shh.” He quickly shushes you and closes his eyes once again.

“But-”

“I said shh.” His other hand reaches over and rubs your back, trying to soothe any anxieties you seem to have brought with you. You bite your tongue and don’t say anything else, just being around him soothed you enough that your body feels relaxed again. The tingling of your skin subsided along with just how tight your chest was feeling when you were in your own room.

Mitsuya didn’t mind you waking him up, he’s never been one to sleep through the night nor go to bed early anyways so a little disturbance of sleep by you was nothing that upset him. If he was being honest, having you by his side right now was a comfortable feeling to have.

You were quiet in his arms, you hadn’t made a sound since he shushed you and he thinks you’ve finally fallen back to sleep; your breathing had evened out and even the grip you had on him loosened. He opens his eyes, glancing down to you only to see your eyes wide open. He sighs, he turns his body so he’s now facing you all while scooting down the bed so he’d be eye level. His eyes meet your own, he could tell there were plenty of thoughts running rampant as you could barely keep up the contact, your own gaze falling somewhere else. When you meet his eyes seconds later his expression changed, face now scrunched up as he pondered over what to say.

After so many years of knowing you, he’s never known about your nightmares. Not once have you mentioned it to him or shown a sign that you were struggling. How long have you been struggling with this? He could have been there for you like he is tonight, held you against his chest and consoled you like he’s done for other things. Why didn’t you confide in him for this?

“What else are you keeping from me?” His words come out before he could properly think, mind still foggy from waking up not too long ago. The expression that graces your face can only be described in his words as adorably confused, your eyes widen, eyebrows furrow and lips pout.

“I don’t keep secrets from you.” You defend.

“You kept this from me.” Mitsuya shoots back, eyebrows raising as he looks at you. He can’t help but scan your entire face being so close to you.

“It’s not a-”

“If it’s not a big deal then you wouldn’t be in my bed unable to sleep.” He sees your mouth open and then close. You had nothing to argue with when you knew he was correct. A sigh slips past his lips. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“No…”

Now it’s his turn to be the silent one. He’s unsure of what to say to you, unable to form the words he needs to reassure you and your mind. His eyes look elsewhere as his hand runs up and down your arm, it’s soothing to you; his hand was warm against your cold skin.

You stare at him, his eyes focused on something else. It looks as if he was lost deep in thought, concentrating on not making any eye contact with you. The low shade of the led lights that were cascading against his features made him look like he should be painted and shown off in a museum for everyone to see, though you’re happy it’s only you seeing him right now. He was attractive dare you say it, especially right now

His touch is soft, all of his touches are soft when it comes to you which you’ve noticed. It’s such a contrast as to how he perceives himself to others and what his life has been like.

Mitsuya never had the ideal home life, his mother worked late most nights so he had to take the roles of both a mother and father due to his father not being in the picture either. You’d always lend out a hand when you could, inviting him and the girls to your house to eat and relax if they didn’t want to be home alone; sleepovers were a constant thing even when you both were well into your teenage years.

You were never one for liking him being apart of the gang he was in, always calling you late at night with cuts and bruises because he didn’t want his sisters to see, you’d be at his house waiting for him while every meeting happened, you can still remember the anxiety you’d felt when he mentioned he’d be back late or if there were fights going on at the time. Mitsuya had a temper to him, easily controlled but he did have his slip ups. He’s snapped at others around you when he’d be too pissed off or just frankly annoyed with the world, but he never snapped at you. He was always soft and gentle when it came down to you.

All those times where you locked yourself in your room crying hysterically because of an insignificant high school boyfriend cheated on you, broke up with you and played with your heart he was there consoling you. He’d engulf you in his arms bringing you to his lap while he rubbed small circles into your back trying to calm you down in any way. He held you like you were fragile and he couldn’t dare to break you. Mitsuya cared about you and couldn’t help but be soft with you even despite everything he’s been through.

Your face felt as if it was set ablaze just thinking of him in such ways, he’s your best friend, always has been closer to you than anyone else. You wouldn’t dare ruin that with any thoughts of finding him attractive, even though pressed up against him and the way he’s staring so intently at you is giving you butterflies in the pit of your stomach. No. It’s just the anxiety of sleeping again, yeah that’s it. Just anxiety. No butterflies at all.

You're pulled out of your thoughts once his hand cups your cheek, you suddenly realize just how close the two of you are. Your senses came in full swing as all you could feel was the soft brush of his breath against your lips, the smell of his spearmint toothpaste he used before bed and the way his fingers grazed your cheek; rough yet soft finger pads against your smooth skin. “What are you thinking about?” He asks.

You.

“Nothing.”

“Still can’t sleep?” He smiles lazily at you, fingers still lightly touching your cheek. You shake your head in response. “What can I do for you?”

The sudden tension that wraps around you two tightens. Your eyes meet his yet no words seem to form in your tongue. What could you say to that? You didn’t know what to say. What did he expect you to say? Your mind was racing and the sudden tightness in your chest caused your body to stiffen.

His hand slides from your cheek to the back of your neck, fingers once again rubbing small circles there too. You held your breath feeling his hand settle on your nape. Mitsuya’s eyes glanced from your lips to your eyes, a quiet chuckle leaving him. “Relax.”

“I am.” You pout.

“Relax more.”

Your eyebrows knit together. “How?” you ask, you were molded into him against his bed. As far as you knew this was the most relaxed you’ve been.

A thought crosses his mind, something he didn’t know if he should smack himself for or applaud for even coming up with it in the first place. Would he be so low as to try this? He’s never crossed any boundaries nor would he ever want to, especially with how you came to him tonight. You were the closest one in his life, he loved you dearly, you were his best friend, but…

“Close your eyes.” He finally gets out, confusion crosses your features once again tonight.

“What?”

“Close your-”

“I heard what you said, but why?”

“I’m helping you relax, just trust me.” He says finally, his words do little to actually help you relax but it’s Takashi, if he says to trust him then you trust him with everything in you.

Your eyes show hesitation but you close them regardless. He watches as you squeeze them shut, a smile can’t help but appear on his face while he watches you. The hand on your neck finds its way into your hair, gently massaging the back of your head, he watches your face relaxes while practically melting into his hand. “Relaxed now?” You nod slightly, head feeling heavier in his hand.

You do feel relaxed, your body melts into his own as you subconsciously lean into him. His hands working at your scalp have you zoning out to only focus on his touch against you so that you miss the way he scoots closer until you feel his lips on yours. Your eyes shoot open just to see him pull away.

“Sorry…I just-”

“Do that again…” your voice is barely above a whisper yet he hears you interrupt him regardless. If he wasn’t so close to you he would’ve missed what you said.

He stares at you, almost as if he’s waiting for you to take it back. The pout is back on your face as he looks at you. Your hands slip to his sides tugging him closer, a neediness coming out of you.

“It’ll help me relax…if you kiss me again.” Your big puppy dog eyes look at him and a smile reforms on his face. He could never deny you when you look like that.

“Promise?” You nod quickly, face perking up instantly.

You felt the flex of his hand before seeing him lean in, his grip tightening as he pulled you to him. The kiss was sweet and gentle despite his grip on your neck, he was holding you so close and tight while his lips moved against your own. Your hands slid up from his sides to his bare chest while finally placing themselves on his shoulders, fingers slightly digging into him grasping a hold to center yourself. Your mind was in a frenzy from such a soft and sweet act alone.

He pulled away sooner than you’d like and you find yourself chasing his lips. “One more.”

“We should sleep.” His hand went from your neck back to your cheek, caressing it lovingly while looking at you.

“One more then we’ll go to sleep.” You batted your eyes at him, that same pout gracing your face once again.

Mitsuya knew that there was no sleep anywhere in his future.

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jeonqkooks · 1 year

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hello, my angel! congrats on your anniversary for starters hehehehe, i love you!

for the drabbles requests, could you do:

21 and 41 - smut

8 and 9 - fluff

thank you 🥰

velvet cherry | jjk (m.)

pairing: jungkook x reader

prompts: "call me that again." + "lay down and stay still."

rating: 18+ (minors dni)

genre: exes to lovers (??), agent/spy au (idk it's pretty vague but all you need to know is that their profession is smth like this!), some fluff, some angst, definitely smut

warnings: mentions of injuries, mentions of violence (gunshots, blood), mentions of death, cursing, shower sex, unprotected sex (this is fictional. don't do it irl, be smart dudes), fingering, a lil dirty talk, UNEDITED bc i'm a menace :p

word count: 5.9k

note: pauli bby!! thank you for the request hehehe. the initial idea i had for this request was different but i was watching bad and crazy (kdrama) and every time lee dong wook has an action scene i'm just sitting there in front of my laptop, full on thirsting bc 🤤🥵 and i just had to channel it into this piece!!

— as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

Everyone is yelling, screaming. Even the force trying to shake you into consciousness practically shouting in your face. Your head feels like it’s been split into two even without all of the loud noises threatening to deafen you. Your body hurts. You’ve definitely bruised your ribs, if they aren’t already broken. Even your face, which remains unmoving, aches from the simple act of breathing.

Inhale. One, two, three…

Exhale. One, two, three…

Stay alive.

It would kind of really suck if you died right now.

Embarrassing, even.

“C’mon, c’mon, wake up! Y/N!”

Huh? You know that voice.

It feels like your eyes have been glued shut, but that voice is so familiar that your lids wrestle with weariness to get a look. It can’t be him, can it? How would he even know that you were here?

Does that mean this is heaven? Or the void, or wherever the fuck it is that people often preach about? You have never believed in an afterlife because any and all life ends after death. Your soul doesn’t enter another spiritual plane of existence; you just simply cease to exist. This has always been your stance on the matter, but now, as you listen to that voice desperately cursing out your name, you waver.

Because that’s the only way you can explain why he’s here.

Oh, so you did die?

“Y/N!”

Heaven, or the void, or wherever the fuck this is, sure is loud.

You force your eyes open despite the debilitating exhaustion eating away at you. It takes a moment for your vision to adjust to your poorly lit surroundings. From the corner of your eye, you see small fireworks erupting before their booming echoes reverberate throughout the room. The lead projectiles whiz above your head, right behind the silhouette of him hovering over you, calling for you, shielding you.

Once his face becomes your focal point, everything around you staticizes. You can’t find it in yourself to care about the screams, nor the gunshots, or even the gash in your side where a knife grazed you earlier.

Not when he’s looking at you like that. Like if you were to die, there’s not a single part of him that would hesitate to follow.

“I thought I recognized th–that voice.” You cough, feeling the cut on your lips open wider. You hadn’t noticed the metallic taste on your tongue until now. “Funny seeing you here, Jeon.”

The feeling in the pit of your stomach thickens. It could be relief, or it could be dread. The lights go out before you get a chance to decipher which one it is.

The next time you wake, you jolt upright with a gasp.

“Ah, shit,” you instantly groan; it feels like something sharp is jabbing into your abdomen. You brush your hand over the spot to find smears of crimson on your clothes, but the wound underneath doesn’t seem to be bleeding anymore.

Where the fuck is it now?

Your frantic eyes scan the room, expecting to find yourself still in that warehouse, hopelessly holding on for life while your teammates get killed one by one.

But you aren’t there anymore. There aren’t bodies scattered all around you nor bloodstains splattered carelessly on peeling walls.

No, where you are smells like jasmine and fresh cotton. It’s warm and bright, and it’s filled with framed photos of a familiar dog that you once loved even more than his owner. The couch beneath you feels like a cloud carrying you through the pearly gates.

Arguably, this seems more like heaven. Or is it a twisted version hell? It feels like a stretch that someone like you could get into heaven, if there even is one.

“Welcome back, sleeping beauty.” His voice from behind startles you into action. You spring from the couch, or more like, you clumsily jump up only to be met with white hot pain that courses through your entire left side, and fall down onto the sofa again.

“Fuck!” you hiss through gritted teeth.

He rushes over, almost dropping the mug he was holding in his hand. “Shit, I’m sorry.”

Apologetic hands help you into a proper sitting position. You don’t know why or how, but it really is him.

Jeon Jungkook, what a sight for sore eyes.

The discomfort you feel in your body takes a backseat momentarily as you stare at him and his beautiful doe eyes, shimmering with concern though it’s now much more diluted than before. He examines the stitches on your forehead and your side, it’s been a while since he’s done this.

“Y/N, are you okay?”

You snap back into reality at the sound of this.

Fuck! How could it have possibly slipped your mind?

Your words come out in an uneasy rush. “Where’s Namjoon and the others?”

Jungkook stares at you, tongue in cheek, blinking in mild disbelief. Of course the first question you ask is about your team. You haven’t changed, he sees. “They’re at the hospital. They’re fine,” he says.

You close your eyes and heave a heavy sigh, visibly relaxing at his confirmation. When you turn to him again, you ask, “Where are we?”

“My apartment.”

“Why? Why am I not at the hospital with them?”

“You don’t remember?”

The confused look on your face tells him as much.

“You woke up while they were stitching you up. Nearly made a scene and everything. You kept saying you wanted to go home, but your place was trashed so I… brought you here.”

You wonder if you had actually demanded to be brought to his place specifically, after seeing him when you were so delirious before. You wonder if he’s just sparing you the embarrassment. “Oh,” you say simply, glancing around the room. You haven’t been here in a long time, but most of the things here are still the same.

“You haven’t answered my question. How are you feeling? Are you okay?”

You shrug, ignoring the throbbing pain that has dulled into a perpetual pinch in your side. “Of course I’m okay. Still alive and kicking.”

Jungkook’s brows furrow just the slightest. “You almost died tonight.”

“But I didn’t die, did I?”

“Why are you acting like it’s no big deal?”

Nostalgia washes over you in waves. You’ve had the same conversation a million times before.

“Because it isn’t that big a deal,” you say, feeling the urge to coat your words in a thick layer of bravery. “It’s not my first rodeo.”

“And that’s supposed to make it better? You could’ve died!”

“What is up your ass?” you ask jokingly, but it doesn’t sound right even to your ears. “You keep pushing it like you wanted me to die.”

Jungkook stares at you blankly, but you can tell that he’s agitated by your flippant attitude. You regret the words the very second you said them.

“That’s not funny,” he says, his voice strained.

Slightly ashamed, you look down at your hands and fiddle with your grimy fingers. “Y–yeah, I’m sorry. That was… too far.”

There’s a bitter taste in your mouth as you watch him grit his teeth and attempt to exhale a steady breath. It comes out a little shaky, a sign of his frustration. He takes a few minutes to calm his nerves while you sit there in silence, not usually tongue tied around him but even you know that what you just told him was pretty fucked up.

Finally, Jungkook says, “Get some rest. You had a long day.” He goes to help you up without you asking, still so considerate even when he’s trying to not be angry at you, but that’s not what you need right now.

“Can I take a shower first?” you ask.

“You just got your stitches a couple hours ago. You can shower in the morning.”

“I know. It’s… I’m covered in blood and dirt. I’d really like to wash it off.”

He looks at you as he considers it. This isn’t Jungkook’s first rodeo either. He had to deal with you countless times like this, when you’re freshly wounded but you don’t seem to give a damn about doing things that might hurt you even more.

“Suit yourself. You know where the bathroom is.”

You mutter a thanks as you let him pull you up from the cloud that he calls a couch. You could feel his eyes on you as you wobble to your desired destination, but even the short distance between his living room and bathroom proves to be a whole trek in your current condition. You’re surprised that you even made it to the hall when your legs finally gave out on you. You brace yourself against the wall, but one of Jungkook’s strong arms is already wrapped around your waist, steadying you before you could collapse.

“You should get some sleep. You can barely walk,” he urges gently.

“I feel like shit, Jeon,” you tell him. “I won’t be able to get any rest like this.”

“Y/N–”

“We both know you’re not talking me out of it. You can choose if you’re gonna help me or not, though.”

“You want me to help you… shower?”

“Will you?”

He won’t, you’re sure of this. Jungkook isn’t teasing or frivolous as you are. He doesn’t go around testing people’s patience like you do. The relationship didn’t end on bad terms, and you think he has deliberately kept it that way because you have to see each other at work so often, even though you’re assigned to different teams. You want to keep things light, to joke around with him, to essentially still be you and him minus the romance but Jungkook keeps you at arm’s length. And if you’re honest, you can’t blame him for that. That doesn’t mean that it doesn’t suck sometimes; you used to love him after all.

He looks pensive for a moment, and you don’t know why he’s even pretending to consider it when he’ll just say no anyway. You’re prepared for him to reject you and leave you to your own devices, but then–

“Fine,” Jungkook says, voice flat, eyes blank. “C’mon, I’ll help you.” It surprises you into complete stillness, wondering if the doctors and nurses fucked up when they were stitching up your head. The man in front of you raises an eyebrow when you don’t respond to him, as if he’s challenging you, which staggers you even more because he usually doesn’t entertain your outrageous ideas like this. Especially not after you parted ways.

You blink a couple of times and find your voice from where it’s stuck to the back of your throat. “Okay then. Lead the way.”

Jungkook guides you down the hall and into the bathroom. You think he’s just baiting you, challenging you back to see if you would actually be okay with hopping into the shower with your ex because even though it isn’t that scandalous of an idea to you, it is to Jungkook. You expect him to back out any second now, but once you’re standing under the warm white light of his bathroom, he asks if he could take off your clothes.

Have you underestimated him?

You nod your head, eyeing him with a smug smile tugging at the corner of your lips and a barely-there layer of underlying nervousness. His face gives nothing away. So you two are really going to do this, huh?

Jungkook peels off your bloodied shirt, careful not to let his fingers brush against your skin though they will have to in just a few minutes. He averts his gaze as he helps you step out of your clothes until you’re completely bare.

You mistake his reluctant eye contact for shyness. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before,” you joke.

True.

But no, that’s not the reason why he refuses to look at you.

He hated seeing you in pain, covered in bruises and cuts. It’s why the two of you broke up. You were too stubborn to quit, and he couldn’t stand watching you treat yourself like mere collateral damage, as long as you get the job done.

It wasn’t that you couldn’t take care of yourself. In a lot of ways, you’re far more capable and skilled than he is. But sometimes you can be reckless, a little too hot headed for your own good, a little too heedless of your own safety than he can handle.

He loved that you were remarkable at what you do; it’s what drew him to you in the first place. When you used to spar together, at the beginning of your relationship, he loved that you could kick his ass so easily. Sometimes, even on his best days, he was still no match for you.

But what’s the point in dwelling? None of that matters anymore.

Jungkook takes off his own clothes then, and you resist the urge to focus on his body too much. He’s gotten even more muscular than the last time you got to see him naked. Hard pecs that are practically popping in your face, solid abs that demand to be touched… Well, this is going to be… interesting.

He tests the water first before he lets you go in. When you finally do, you sigh as the warm water rains down on your skin, enveloping you in a liquified blanket of comfort. You’re trying not to let your eyes wander, you really are.

You hum happily when he smooths the shampoo over your hair. As his fingers massage your scalp gently, a soft moan escapes your throat. The sound travels straight to his groin, making him stiffen just a little bit and poke into your thigh. You bite your bottom lip to suppress a giggle but Jungkook just clears his throat awkwardly. Getting a boner feels inappropriate in a moment like this, when you’re his ex and you had nearly died earlier tonight.

But he isn’t responsible for the way his body chooses to react, not really. You’re showering together, for fuck’s sake. Though to be fair, he has no one to blame but himself for this irrational decision.

When he lathers you up with his body wash, you decide to do it again, just to tease him. As his hands start kneading one of your breasts, you let out a slightly exaggerated moan.

He knows you’re doing it on purpose, but his dick is stupid and it hardens regardless. “Quit it,” Jungkook says.

“Quit what?” you ask, batting your eyelashes at him coquettishly. You put a hand on his chest, then trails it lower to graze his defined abs. “You look like you’re enjoying it, no?”

He doesn’t answer you, choosing to focus on his task of washing you instead, as if ignoring you will make you stop whatever it is you’re doing.

You trace your fingers along his V-line until you wrap your hand around him, making him hiss as you touch him. You give him a few lazy pumps until his member is standing tall and proud, just for you.

“Y/N…” Jungkook grits his teeth and swallows thickly. The steam is suffocating him. You are suffocating him.

“You can tell me if you don’t want it.” You tilt your head up, letting your face inch closer to his until your breath fans his lips. You feel him grip your waist – an act of restraint – then quickly loosen his hands around your body as if he suddenly remembered that you’re still battered up. You brush your lips against his, just testing him. You both know a kiss would be so much more intimate than what you’re doing to him down there.

He parts his lips slightly, the temptation is getting too strong to resist. You cloud his judgment the same way the hot water encloses the room in a mystifying haze. He presses forward to capture your lips, only to feel himself completely melt against you in an instant.

You taste like longing, like regret. Something like a needle pierces right through his heart when you give him a needy sigh, muffled by his own lips.

He knows he shouldn’t do this, but is it a mistake? Even if it is a mistake, he can’t find it in himself to stop, now that it has already started. You’re still as alluring and captivating as ever, and he’s still the same Jungkook who always fell to his knees for you.

“Touch me,” you whisper.

“Y–you’re hurt,” Jungkook rasps. Is that the only reason? There’s no conviction behind his words and he knows you know it. If he was really against this, then he would’ve stopped you already.

“Please.” Your voice is different, desperate, when you say this. He can’t tell if you’re crying or not because of the water still glistening on your face, but it doesn’t matter. When your hand guides one of his between your legs, he squeezes his eyes shut, searching inward for that last bit of self-control that’s nowhere to be found right now. You’re so fucking slick, and as his middle finger slides through your sodden folds to find your entrance, your head falls upon his shoulder.

“Fuck,” he mutters to himself, barely audible to you over the sound of running water. You’re hurt. He knows he should stop, but he can’t. His thumb finds your clit in no time, and nudges it the way he remembers you liked. You choke on an exhale, now grinding against his hand and gripping his biceps to keep yourself upright. He rubs you leisurely as the water cascades down your bodies. A part of him thinks he’s twisted for enjoying the quiet whimpers you let out.

“Are you sure?” he asks, both hoping for and dreading the answer you might give him.

“Yes,” you confirm. You press his hand harder against your core, as if you’re begging him to pleasure you. “Make me feel better.”

Jungkook slides two digits into you before he slants his mouth over yours, swallowing the moan that you instantly keen out. You’re wet enough that his fingers can drive in and out of you without much mercy from the get-go. He buries them in you until he’s knuckles deep, scissoring you open how he always did to prepare you for his cock.

“Fuck, Jeon,” you purr, rolling your hips to meet the thrusts of his hand. “That’s good.”

“Yeah?” He smirks, finding that spot inside of you that never fails to make your legs shake. His strong arm holds you flush against his body as he relentlessly fingers you, absolutely loving the way your juices run down the back of his hand. There’s a sense of arrogance in the way he fucks you, even though he was hesitant about it just moments ago. The quivering moans that you grace him with are fucking addicting. At least for now, he has you. Standing in his shower, begging him for release, whispering in his ear things that he hasn’t realized how much he’s missed hearing until this very second.

His fingers ram into you until your inner walls are pulsing around him and your voice hitches beautifully. “Fuck!” you cry, holding onto him as the high crashes down on you, sending shockwaves throughout your entire body. You grind down on his hand, wanting so desperately to prolong the pleasure like you’re afraid he’ll take it away from you. Jungkook would never dream of giving you anything less than what you deserve, so he maintains the momentum of his thrusts, fucking you through your orgasm even when you clench so tightly around his digits that it becomes more difficult to move. He helps you through it until your breath no longer comes out in heavy pants, until the only stars you see are the ones in his eyes.

As he withdraws his fingers, you give him a chaste kiss as if to say thank you. He doesn’t expect anything more; it’s enough that he could give you a helping hand in your time of need, make you forget about everything even if it was only for a little while.

But then you’re deepening the kiss, one hand tugging on his hair as the other finds his hard cock again. He groans against your mouth, torn between asking you to keep going and letting you stop. “You don’t have to…” he mutters, placing a hand over yours.

“I want more,” you say breathily, but somehow it sounds almost demanding. “I want you.”

He stares at you with uncertainty in his eyes. “Are you sure you can handle it?”

Your answer comes in the form of a squeeze around his length, making his eyes flutter briefly as he rests his forehead against yours. “I can always take you.”

You watch Jungkook clench his jaw before he crashes his lips onto yours, promptly slipping his tongue into your mouth to draw the neediest of moans from you just by his kiss alone. He lifts you up by the back of your thighs and cages you between the wall and his chest. Your legs wrap around his waist as he presses his body against yours, slowly grinding his cock against your throbbing heat. You whimper when his tip nudges your sensitive clit.

“I need you,” you cry out, rutting against him desperately. He hears it then – the vulnerability in your voice that you try to mask with desire – and that’s when he thinks he gets it. You’re shaken.

You were scared tonight. That’s not something that happens very often.

He was scared too. He nearly lost his mind when he heard the news that your team was ambushed. You should’ve seen his frantic state when he raced to the scene, heart speeding a thousand miles an hour at the mere thought of something happening to you. He prayed to every god he didn’t believe in that you’d be okay, that the phone call he received minutes prior was just a sick prank someone was playing on him.

“I’ve got you,” Jungkook says, diving in to kiss you again. There’s a lot more to those words than either one of you would like to admit.

You both sigh when he pushes in, and although it’s been a long while since your bodies knew one another like this, there’s barely any resistance. He fits perfectly like you were made for each other. He’s bigger than you remember, already feeling so good inside of you that you think you could come with just a few thrusts. Instead of moving, he stays there like he wants to memorize the feeling of you, so warm around him and so inviting.

He was always the sentimental one.

“Move,” you whine, still bossy in a moment like this. He chuckles against your mouth before trailing his lips tantalizingly slowly across your jawline and down your neck to your breasts, where he sucks on your skin harshly, marking you. His hips pull back, making you moan from the delicious glide of him along your slickened walls, before they snap forward and set a pace that has your eyes rolling backward.

“Shit, nghhh…”

It’s like no time has passed at all. Jungkook still remembers everything you like, still knows your body like the back of his hand. You feel like you’re practically transcending the limits of space and time with every thrust of his hips and every motion of his mouth. The rough way that his fingers dig into your thighs to hold you up makes it so much more heightened as his lips wrap around one of your breasts, sucking it harshly into his mouth, his tongue laving at your hardened nipple. Now that you’re finally experiencing this again, you don’t know how you could go two whole years without it.

Every part of you misses him.

No one knows how to please you like he does.

“So fucking good…” Jungkook grunts, flicking your nipple with the wet muscle of his mouth. You arch your tits further into him as moans of unfiltered pleasure fall from you. Even as he fucks you into oblivion, he’s still mindful of your injuries. Strong hands kneading your skin roughly but softening when they brush over your bruised spots.

He tries not to pay much attention to your battle scars, but how could he not? He feels them under his fingertips everywhere they go. Some are from before you met him, some from after. Some he doesn’t recognize because you must have acquired them during your time apart. He always hated them. You used to tell him that you wore your scars proudly, that they are proof that you survived every horrible thing you’ve had to face.

That’s certainly one way of looking at it, but Jungkook hated them then and he hates them now. Not because he thought they made you ugly – no, nothing could make him see you as anything less than the most beautiful person he has ever laid his eyes upon – but because they remind him of all the times that you have had to suffer. They made him feel unworthy of you, for not being there to keep you safe.

But not like you would have let him anyway.

“Ah, fuck, Koo…”

His hips stutter in surprise. He’s not sure if you did it on purpose, or if it just slipped out in the heat of the moment.

“Call me that again,” Jungkook tells you. It doesn’t matter that the simple nickname brings up feelings he’s been trying so hard to suppress. It doesn’t matter that those feelings are damn close to spilling over the confines of his wretched little heart, that it will fucking hurt later when you leave He just needs to hear you say it again.

“Koo, fuck! Right there, keep doing that…”

He tears his mouth away from your chest to come up and chase your lips. His tongue slips inside to dance with yours, so much more intimate than it is dirty that it makes you dizzy beyond nostalgia. In a split second of weakness, it makes your heart want to be his once more. His thrusts are now even faster than before, harder and more calculated.

He pulls back enough to look at you and takes in the blissed look on your face, how your lips part when he hits your g-spot just right. “Y/N, I…”

“I know,” you whimper, your nails digging into his back and leaving angry red trails in their wake as they drag downward. “I’m close too.”

That’s not what he was going to say. Maybe it’s a good thing that you’re too fucked out to notice it.

“C’mon, I’ve got you,” Jungkook resorts to saying. He keeps up the rhythm of his hips, determined to give you what you want the most. He’s pounding into you so impossibly deep that you can feel him in your guts, each thrust making the base of his cock grind against your aching clit. It feels so fucking good, you can’t even see straight anymore. His hand is unknowingly digging into a bruise on your leg but the pleasure is too overwhelming that you’ve stopped caring about the discomfort. This is exactly how you wanted him to fuck you – hard enough to make you forget the pain.

It hits you even harder than before. You cum with a cry of his name as your toes curl and your body shakes in his hold, stars exploding behind your eyelids when the orgasm wracks through you like an earthquake. Jungkook’s hips never cease their movements, fucking into you until you find enough strength to squeeze your walls around him and pulls him in for a sloppy kiss. He unravels then, filling you up endlessly with his warmth that you’re sure you’ll feel for days.

You stay like that for a while, just holding each other, until he softens inside of you and you feel your releases drip down your thighs and onto the floor. The water promptly washes away the remnants of your heated session. When he slips out and helps you to your feet, you want to chase it instantly – the feeling of him, with you, where he’s supposed to be.

You aren’t fully present for everything that happens afterward. As Jungkook dries you off and dresses you, he feels something tug on his heart at the sight of you in his clothes. Your tired face and the way you lean into him, trusting him to keep you steady as he prepares you for bed. Trusting him to keep you safe, to protect you.

He can’t help it.

He tilts your head up by your chin and kisses you softly. Slow. His lips are gentle, but he’s sure of himself. This isn’t the first kiss you’ve shared tonight, but in many ways, it is.

When Jungkook pulls away, he doesn’t say anything. No excuses or explanations on why he chose to do it when the lust has waned and the moment is no longer heated enough to muddle his mind. You don’t ask for anything either; you just let him lead you into his bedroom. That doesn’t mean that you don’t want him to just tell you anyway.

He tucks you into his bed as if you’re a child. When he’s sure that you’re comfortable enough, he turns to leave.

You protest immediately. “Where are you going?”

“To the couch,” he says, like it’s obvious.

You sit up in order to push yourself from the bed, erasing his previous effort of tucking you in. “I’m not making you sleep on the couch in your own home.”

“Lay down and stay still,” Jungkook sighs before pushing you back onto the mattress again. “If I stay here with you, will you please sleep in the bed?”

You purse your lips, considering this for a moment before you compromise. “Yes.”

He turns off all the lights and makes his way to the other side of the bed, getting under the covers with you. You’re disappointed when he puts a little distance between your bodies. It’s not that you expected anything to come from your brief reunion, but your heart sinks regardless. Surely, sleeping in the same bed as your ex can’t be worse than having sex with him? You’ve already done the latter, but somehow this feels so much more intimidating.

You do what you do best when you don’t want to deal with your more difficult feelings – crack lame jokes and hope they’re enough to diffuse the tension. “Why are you so stiff? Scared that I’ll fuck you? Already did that, Jeon.”

Jungkook throws you a humorless chuckle. “Was that your plan all along? To seduce me?”

“It just happened,” you say. “To be honest, I wasn’t sure if you even wanted it before y’know… you popped a boner.”

If the silence in the room was a little bit louder, then you could probably hear the way he pauses halfway through a breath. He doesn’t entertain you for much longer, even though it feels like he’s got something on his mind.

He doesn’t ask what this means for the two of you, if it even meant anything. What’s the point in trying if the outcome is the same? His stance on the matter hasn’t changed at all. After what happened to you tonight, it just fueled him even more. He won’t deny that his feelings for you are still there, because he’d be the first to admit that they never went away to begin with. Jungkook would try, he would try for you a million times over, but in the end, where would that lead to if you wouldn’t even try for yourself? You’ll just keep breaking his heart day in and day out, over and over again if this recklessness of yours persists.

“Go to sleep, Y/N,” he says tiredly.

You bite your lip, disheartened that he’s shutting you out again, even though he has every right to. “Okay,” you mumble.

Despite the exhaustion submerging you like a tidal wave, you can’t find rest. You were conscious for barely half a minute when Jungkook found you in that abandoned warehouse, but you could hear the panic in his voice as he tried to shake you awake. He never had to find you like that before. When you were still together, every time you got hurt, you never let anyone call him until after your wounds had already been stitched up, until you were sure that you were good enough to crack a joke once he’d rushed to the hospital.

Tonight was the first time he saw you on death’s door. You didn’t know if he even cared anymore. You were scared to think that he didn’t.

But then you heard that voice of his, and you opened your eyes just long enough to see the tears fill his eyes. You were so out of it that you thought maybe, just maybe, there was a piece of his heart that still felt something for you. Something beyond just concern for an ex lover.

You don’t know how much time has passed, with you lying there staring into darkness. “Jeon, are you asleep?” you ask quietly, only to be met with silence from his side. Nothing but his steady breathing. You want him to be awake to hear you say it, though you’re not sure how you want him to react to it. The past 2 years have been hard. Your own guilt chews you up and spits you out every single day. The breakup was your fault, wasn’t it? It wasn’t just Jungkook who repeatedly expressed concerns for your safety. Your parents never wanted you to go into this line of work in the first place.

You were too selfish to really consider anyone but yourself. You and Jungkook both do the same thing – you go out and risk your lives every day. But back then, you didn’t understand why you should be the one to stop. Why not him? Why just you?

The difference between the two of you is clear as day. Jungkook knows when to stop, and you don’t. He wanted to be able to make it back home to you more than he wanted to catch a bad guy. He put you first. He put the people who loved him first.

“I think I’m going to quit.”

Your chest feels so much lighter as soon as the words leave your mouth. Something evaporates from within you, a burden that’s finally been lifted, and that’s how you know it’s the right decision. You aren’t doing it just for everyone who loves you but is terrified for your life all the time. You aren’t doing it just for Jungkook. You’re doing it for yourself too.

Peace finally finds you then, as though it’s been waiting for you this entire time.

You don’t mind that Jungkook is already asleep. You said it, and admitting to yourself that maybe it’s time to stop, is good enough. Having that conversation with him in the morning won’t be late. You’re already halfway to dreamland when you feel him right behind you, enveloping you in a warmth that’s so distinctly Jungkook. He carefully wraps an arm around you and pulls you close to his chest, close enough that it feels like his heart is beating right into yours. He sighs, like he’s wholly relieved too.

You can’t discern what he says next, but you can feel the kiss he presses against your hair.

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Mafia Au (Part Two)

Settling in

Mafia!Stucky x Little!Reader (They/Them pronouns used)

Warnings - Sad reader, Rumlow is still mentioned, this won't make sense if you don't read the previous chapter, reader changes into their pajamas and the boys help them, reader is afraid of the dark? Me too!

Notes - This is ... This is a shortish fic, but at the same time I really needed some good fluff from the boys, so hehehehe, please enjoy. also half and half a filler fic, half a real fic, it’s just very domestic and not totally going to be sooo important to the story line, it’s just, it’s a fun read i guess.

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW.

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Steve and Bucky's so called 'home' was huge, the outside grand, and bright, even at night, the driveway lit up, the front door in the center seemingly glowing. "We're home Dove." Steve said as he turned in his seat to look back at them, their face between awe and shock, the home look so much more inviting than any house they had ever seen, and looked in much better shape than anywhere they had stayed before. "Dove?" Steve called again.

"I's huge." They said, their eyes never leaving the ivory walls and warm wood fixtures. "Like really huge." Dove now looked at the two men in the front seat, anticipation written on their features.

"A lot of the house if office space." Bucky explained. "The area we call home is pretty cozy." He had a smirk on his face, enjoying the way Dove nodded their head as if they truly understood his words.

"Do you want to go inside?" Steve asked smirking as well, excited to show someone their home, someone who would also call it home.

"Mhm." Dove nodded, trying to unbuckle their seatbelt as the two men got out of the vehicle, their door opening up as large hands came to undo the hard to understand buckle that locked them in. "Thanks." They mumbled, worried that their lack of independence would hinder their value, just like it did with their brother. 2

"What's wrong Dove?" Bucky asked as he helped them out of the vehicle, a small frown etched on their face.

"'m jus' scared." They sighed, Steve and Bucky both waiting for them to continue. "I know you are both nice, I jus', I don' want to be bad." Their past fear of no Tv, or necessities being taken away kept creeping in, gnawing at the comfort they felt around their two new caregivers.

Steve held in a sigh of anger, wanting to make Brock pay for the way Y/n felt, make him know the pain his Dove has to endure even when he's long gone. Steve calms, his deep breath easing the pang of guilt in his chest as he sees a tear fall down Y/n's cheek, quickly scooping it up with his index finger as he grabs their hand. "Everyone makes mistakes, everyone does things they don't mean, that doesn't make them bad Dove." He holds back his own tears, not realizing that they would have to help Dove in more ways than just unbuckling their seatbelt, Bucky and Steve would have to show them that they deserve to take up space, that they deserve help and love. "Me and Buck are both going to mess up too, but that doesn't make us bad caregivers, it just means we are learning, just like you."

"This is a big step for all of us Dove, but we're willing to take it if you are." Bucky adds on.

"I wan'to." They nod, their eyes still watering, fear still there, but a sense of relief washing over them at the same time.

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As the three of them walked inside Y/n was shocked, the house looked lived in, and warm, not what they expected. The walls a soft white, furniture in greens, blues, and warm wood tones, comforting paintings lining would be bare walls, the Livingroom sunken in with a large sectional, clearly perfect for movie nights. The kitchen could be seen from the doorway, the dining room too, everything open and airy, the house almost hugging you when you entered.

"What do you think?" Steve asked, still holding their hand, giving it a small shake.

"I think 'm thirsty, jus' a little." Y/n honestly said, still staring at the comfy couch, noticing a circle bed like chair near it, draped in soft blankets, already making a mental note to have a nap their at least once.

Steve and Bucky chuckled, leading them to the kitchen, an archway and small breakfast nook surrounded by windows now seen, the kitchen cupboards a soft green, matching the trees Y/n could see from out the windows, a smile creeping up on their cheeks.

"We didn't know what your favorite colour is." Bucky began, opening a large drawer filled with plastic dishes of all colours. "Do you want to pick a cup?" He asked, a bunch of printed water bottles on display, dinosaurs, space, unicorns, princesses, frogs, snowflakes, too many to choose from.

"I don' know." They mumbled, looking into the drawer worriedly, what if they chose the wrong one. "I can pick whatever I wan'?"

Steve nodded, watching Y/n reach for a plain one, the green one. "You want that one?" Steve asked, shocked at the lack of print in their choice.

"Mhm, maybe later I can put som' stickers on it." They said, looking at the water bottle with hope, thinking that maybe even if they don't want them to stay, they can at least keep the water bottle.

"I think we bought you some stickers already." Steve said, looking to Bucky for confirmation. "Why don't we go find them and you can start decorating okay?" He asked, offering up his hand to be held again as Bucky took the water bottle and began filling it up.

Steve led Dove down a hallway, opening a door with wooden letter of Dove's first initial, a pang in their chest of belonging suddenly making their eyes once again swell with tears, they had made this room for them, and whatever was behind the door was for them by people who cared about them before they had ever met.

Dove turned quickly and wrapped their arms around Steve's waist, his hands laid on their back in shock. "What's wrong?" Bucky asked, seeing the tears in Y/n's eyes.

"I's for me." They pointed at the sign on the door, their arms leaving Steve's body as they fell to their side.

Bucky was speechless, he made sure to put a letter on the door so that Y/n wouldn't get lost trying to find their room, wouldn't get frustrated opening a bunch of doors just to find their bed. "Of course Dove." Bucky chuckled. "We wanted you to know where your room was." He opened the door, showing Dove their room, a sob leaving their mouth as they looked inside.

The walls were a soft green, a couple blue painted arches on the walls defining where a few bookcases were, filled to the brim with books, the arches defining the toy shelfs, a few stuffies on them, but eft blank to fill on their own, the warm wood floors covered in soft white and cream rugs, a few ground pillows to sit on littering the area, and finally a wall opening leading to the coziest bed spot, the bed frame a soft wood, the frame a platform type, no space for under the bed monsters. The bed was covered in blankets and pillows, see-through fabric hanging from the celling, a fancy and modern like canopy bed, a small lamp on top of the headboard, and most importantly their stuffies from home sat against soft pillows.

Y/n jumped into the bed, pushing their nose to their stuffed animals, feeling a sense of comfort knowing some things were still the same. "We had Sam pick some things up from your apartment." Bucky said, opening a bag he got from who knows where, pulling out a pair of pajamas that Y/n already owned, butterflies covering the soft purple fabric. "But tomorrow we are going to go shopping, buy you some more things, like a winter coat." His heart crumpled saying that.

Sam had reported back saying the apartment was almost empty, a few stuffies and a few outfits the only thing making the place look lived in, the clothing hardly considered enough to live off of, two pairs of pajamas, a few sweaters, some pants, and a hanger that clearly held the one nice outfit they were wearing now. No coat, or mits, hat, boots, swimsuit, running shoes, anything other than the bare necessities were found. And knowing how much money Rumlow had, how many outfits, cars, houses he owned, made Y/n's lack of things seem so much more deliberate than anyone could even imagine.

"I don' need more things." Y/n mumbled, sitting up in their new bed, rubbing their hands against their eyes, sleep clearly trying to take over.

"Dove." Steve chuckled. "You're our little now, and we intend on spoiling you."

Bucky placed the pajamas on the bed, getting ready to walk out for the night when Y/n sighed. "I don' wanna put dem on, too sleepy." They just laid back down, hugging their stuffy close as they kicked the blankets around to their liking. "Can you do it?" They asked their eyes still closed. "Sorry." They sat up, Bucky and Steve expecting them to take their question back, clearly a slip up in their will to do everything themself. "Can you help me, please?" They asked, their head bowed, ready for rejection.

"Of course Dove." Bucky said, elbowing Steve, making him pick up the pajamas and get ready to help. "Can you stand up?" He said, still in shock that they were already accepting the fact that the two men were genuinely there to help, not leave them alone and confused to do things on their own like they once were.

Dove stood up, unbuttoning their pants and kicking them off, Steve held open the pajama pants, allowing Y/n to step into them, Bucky keeping them balanced as they did so. Y/n began to struggle with their shirt, an exhausted sigh leaving their lips as they got stuck, hands held above their head, Bucky laughing as he helped pull it off all the way, Steve quickly slipping the pajama shirt on and making sure the sleeves weren't twisted, something he hated.

Bucky and Steve got Dove situated in bed, tucked tightly under the covers, their stuffies underneath with them, showing them where their bathroom was if they needed it, letting them know too that they would keep their door open if they needed anything, then a forehead kiss each and they were off, out the door and down the hall to their own room, getting in their own pajamas and getting ready to end the day.

"I can't stop thinking about all of the times they just slept in their regular clothing because no one was there to help." Bucky scoffed, walking to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

"Buck I just got that picture out of my mind." Steve argued, picking up his book off his night table to read before bed.

"I just can't believe they let us help." Bucky changed the conversation slightly.

"It's got to be a good sign, that they are letting us help already, trust us enough to take care of them." Steve answered, putting his glasses on as he cracked open his book, 'a guide to becoming a caregiver', the eighth caregiver/age regression book he's found and immediately read in the past three months as they prepared for Y/n to come and live with them. "But their behavior might change later on." Steve spoke, reciting things he had read in his books, trying to navigate the situation at hand. "They are stressed, tired, in a new place, very overwhelmed, this could just be a one time thing." He continued, growing sad at his own words, wanting to fight himself for even thinking that way.

"Really?" Bucky laughs. "I'm usually the one that makes everything sad and yet here you are." He pauses. "Acting as if Dove is going to wake up and not trust us."

"They might." Steve admitted, guilt written all over his features.

"Sirs?" A small voice was heard from the hallway, the crack in the door allowing Dove's shadow to be seen, it creaking open slightly.

"Everything okay Dove?" Bucky asked, disregarding his and Steve's conversation, happy for the distraction. "What's wrong?" He asked again, Dove's shy face not revealing any clues as to why they seemed to need something.

"I's jus' a little." They held their fingers up to show how little. "Li'l dark, in m'room." They said, worry on their face, unsure if they were allowed to bring things like this up, or if they should just leave it.

Steve smiled sweetly, putting his book down and walking towards the door. "I think there's a nightlight in your room, why don't we go find it?" He asked, smiling down at Dove, turning the hallway light on so they could see.

"You too?" Dove asked, looking at Bucky, wondering if he would follow.

"I can come too, sure." He smiled, following behind alongside Steve as Y/n lead the way back to their room, something Bucky felt he could get used to.

The three of them entered the room, Steve turning the overhead light on as Bucky began looking in a few spots for a nightlight. "Oh here!" He said, showing the sweet cloud nightlight off to Y/n, who's face lit up at the sight of it.

Steve grabbed it and plugged it in next to the bed, giving it a few taps to ensure it would stay put, smiling as he stood back, Y/n kneeling in front of it in awe. "I'm gon'name him fluff ball!" They cheered, touching the plastic as if it were actually a fluffy cloud.

"That's a perfect name Dove." Bucky cooed, ushering them back into bed, pulling the covers up to their chin, and tucking them in nice and tight, once again the two of them kissing their forehead.

"Can you stay too?" Dove asked, teary eyed as they watched the two men leave a little too quickly.

They both looked at each other and nodded, Steve grabbing a couple floor pillows and placing them next to the bed. "This good?" He asked, his back leaned against the bed as Y/n watched him and Bucky.

"Yes, thanks." They closed their eyes, happy in their burrito position.

"I told you." Bucky smiled, Steve shaking his head in disapproval, more aware that maybe tomorrow Dove wouldn't be so willing to ask for help, no one could know, and he didn't want to get his hopes up.

Eventually soft mumbles could be heard, Dove making some noise while they sleep, and a few deep snores could be heard here and there, those coming from the two sleeping super soldiers, mafia men, powerful business people, owners of the city, who had fallen asleep on the floor, at the side of their little's bed.

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twogyuu · 8 months

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hi holly ♡♡ can i please get vernon + 19 for your screenplay ask game?

also it's been a while! how are you beloved? i just saw your new header and it made me giggle out loud i love it ♡

pairing: vernon x reader

19. ""so what are we exactly?" // ". . . is there a wrong answer to this question?"

genre: fluff, angst, crack if you squint, friends-2-???, dance!au, ft. joshua! HAHAHA

wc: 792

a/n: hi hi xan! im doing alright :) been busy adulting so haven't been a whole lot of writing mood hahaha - i moved this weekend! excited, but a little nervous and exhausted. i don't have anything yet, so i've been using my boxes of kpop albums/merch as a miniature table LOL 💀😂 thank you for checking in! i hope you enjoy this and are doing well, yourself 🫶🏻 hehehehe

Please pick a SVT member and a number from this prompt list, and I'll write a drabble for you :)

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Your stomach felt hollow and your sense of smell felt stale despite the sacred aroma of food filled with grease and an extra, extra pinch of salt - the signature stamp of delicious for an all-American diner.

This was your usual post-hangover go-to after a night out, equalizing the alcohol that filled you belly last night with an extra helping of burgers made of brioche bun. Nonetheless, you couldn't help but let your food in front of you grow cold as your friends stuffed their faces and moaned out of satisfaction, even though this was probably their umpteenth time here.

The argument that ensued on the car ride home with Vernon left you with a bitter taste on your tongue - and it lingered. You have known him for the better part of your twenties when you met him through Chan so many years ago. Bright-eyed and a man of few words, he was perhaps the last person you expected to befriend from the dance studio. You were opinionated and particular. Alas, a stupid project brought the two of you together and you couldn't come a part since. Dare you admit it, your confidant, best friend, partner in crime - what have you. Somewhere along the way, the two of you started tiptoeing across the lines of friends and something more.

A performance turned into a hand for a dance at Seungcheol's wedding.

Simple brush of fingers in between class changes in the hallway turned into handholding past midnight, wandering the streets downtown.

Playful jabs and shoves turned into heart-to-hearts that lasted into the morning, over turtle chips and pop because he didn't like alcohol.

A peck on the cheek in the depths of the night when only the dinky LED lightbulb overhead lit the studio turned into a full on makeout session on Soonyoung's bedroom.

So, who could blame you when you asked him for clarity?

You felt a gentle nudge of an elbow into your left side and you turned your head slightly to acknowledge him. You didn't dare to look up for your feared the waterworks might start and you didn't need the entirety of your friends and this diner to know of your issues.

Wordlessly, Vernon held up a single fry to your lips. The tip was stained with white horseradish sauce because you didn't like ketchup and enjoyed the wasabi-like sensation that followed after.

Your eyes flickered to him quickly then back to the fry, still refusing to open your mouth.

He . . . can't be doing things like this after what he said.

He shouldn't.

But he was.

"You should eat, babe," Vernon mumbled. The nickname of affection slipping between his lips so casually and easily. It was second nature to him at this point. You weren't so sure if it was out of affection, however - maybe, it was just habit. He nudged it closer, his movements a little too fast because the sauce touched your top lip.

"Oh shit!" Vernon's eyes widened and he threw the fry down. He quickly reached for a napkin instead and began wiping your lip. "I'm so sorry."

"Vernon," you whimpered, your cheeks feeling warm. You tried to push his hand away to no avail. "You don't need to-"

"What are you guys, exactly?"

Your booth turned silent and all eyes zeroed in on you and Vernon. You were both frozen, the napkin hovering over your lips and your hand still wrapped around the latter's wrist. You gulped, straining your eyes to see who the question came from.

Joshua sat across from Vernon, a burger held up to his mouth, but his lips were pursed, brows crinkled in a similar fashion.

The booth waited for an answer; no one dared moved until they got one. You took this opportunity to move away from Vernon, shoving his hand away, ducking your head, and scooting closer to Jun on your right. Jun shuffled closer to the edge, worried.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the look of hurt that crossed Vernon's face when you moved away.

What were you supposed to say? You had the same question and no clear answer.

"Um," Vernon put the napkin down and scratched the back of his head before he looked up innocently at Joshua. "I-is there a wrong answer to this question?"

Joshua let go of his burger, plopping into a wrapper with a quiet 'thwack' as it landed. The grease and ketchup seeped into the paper, not letting it fall away. Joshua sighed and shook his head.

"There is," Joshua answered for you and your heart skipped a beat - not for Joshua, but in anticipation of an answer from Vernon finally.

"Think carefully, Chwe because it's something we've all been wondering for the past year."

#vernon x reader #vernon scenarios #seventeen x reader #seventeen scenarios #seventeen drabbles #twogyuu:writing #twogyuu:ask games #aceofvernons

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marsbar17 · 7 months

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No one has requested Genshin yet so I'm going to. XiaoAetherLyney, you've got this darling

Nsfw and Sfw <33

It's time to bring the genshin fandom to my account hehehehe >:)

XiaoAetherLyney headcannons hot and ready for dinner my children

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《SFW》

• Aether absolutely adores Xiao, and after they met in Liyue, Aether quickly made it his mission to date Xiao

• Xiao thinks that Aether is like a shining light, an angel of sorts, but he doesn't want to bother Aether with his karmic debt

• Xiao can't stop Aether from hanging around him though, and eventually gives in to dating him

• They grow closer over their time together and Aether always comes back to liyue with trinkets from his adventures

• Xiao is just happy that Aether loves him even though he's far from perfect in his eyes

• Aether goes to Fontaine and comes back with magic playing cards, a friend gave them to him

• Aether took Xiao to Fontaine to watch his new friend Lyney perform, and Xiao could see how Aether's eyes lit up watching him

• It's the same way he looks at Xiao

• Eventually, Aether brings up the idea of polyamory, and maybe him being able to have another partner

• "It's that guy, Lyney, right?"

• With a little bit of convincing, Xiao agrees to try it out, and then Aether gained another boyfriend

• In the beginning, Xiao didn't want to be all friendly with his lovers new boyfriend, but he tolerated Lyney

• I feel like they never really got super close, they dont regard eachother as lovers, it's more a love arrow than a triangle

• They aren't like, revolted by eachother. Lyney is fine with Xiao, Xiao just doesn't feel romantically attracted to him.

• Plus, it took him a while to just get close with Aether, he doesn't want to go through the whole insecurities and shit all over again

• But they'll both wrap their arms around Aether, share knowing looks when their boyfriend is being cute, glare at people who are acting off towards their boyfriend, that stuff

• Lyney will flirt with Xiao jokingly, but he knows that Xiao doesn't want anything serious

《NSFW》

• Xiao tops, as much as I love Xiao being bottom in some ships, he tops here

• In the beginning it was just Aether being bottom and Xiao and Lyney sharing him, but as time went on and Xiao warmed up to the other Lyney slowly became the switch/middle one in the relationship

• Aether loves being between them, one length I his ass and one in his mouth, being filled from both ends

• Xiao is very possessive of Aethers mouth because he gets to be the one to watch his eyes fill with tears from the pleasure and all the pretty expressions on his face

• Lyney doesn't mind where he is, he just wants to be a part of it dbshjsja

• Xiao loves holding Aether up so he has to look him in the eyes while Lyney keeps fucking him from behind

• Xiao is the slightly rougher top, face-fucking Aether while Lyney praises him for taking it so well

• Can yall tell I might have a thing for sucking dick? Cuz I do jdndnnaja. My poor girlfriend hates me

• Occasionally, if Aether is out and one of them is horny, they'll help each other out, but it doesn't go further than hand jobs or sometimes blow jobs

• And Lyney is always more eager to help out Xiao than the other way around

• I feel like there might be a little bit of bondage and dom/sub shit going on but I cant see them being super kinky

• Lil bit of spanking, lil bit of rope, lil bit of kneeling, all the good shit

• I bet you one day Aether whined about how he wants even more and Lyney suggests he take both of them in his hole at the same time

• Aether melts, he wants it so bad

• He loves feeling full, loves it when both his boyfriends use him at the same time

• Having two boyfriends means double the amount of aftercare :)

• Hot baths are a favorite, along with cuddling in a pile and watching a movie or smth, they always just make sure Aether feels good

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I'm so tired, peace out yall

#genshin impact #genshin headcanons #genshin aether #aether #genshin xiao #xiao #genshin lyney #lyney #xiao x aether #lyney x aether #xiaother #my duolingo streak is about to die help

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obetrolncocktails · 1 year

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Forever Yours | Josh Kiszka X F!Reader

Warnings: Weddings, the tooth rotting-est fluff you've ever read

A/N: I saw these super grainy pictures and almost began to bounce off the walls. I knew I needed to write something, so naturally I decided to write an achingly-sweet wedding fic...so enjoy hehehehe

Word Count: 3.5K

“Straighten up,” Jake corrected Josh as they stood in a dressing room, centered in front of a brightly lit mirror. “Really, your posture is fucking terrible, man,” Jake said, using a lint roller to neaten his brother’s suit, running it down from the neck of the suit to the bottom hem of the coat. Jake his fingers to straighten the jacket on his brother’s slim frame. Josh pulled at the neck of his white turtleneck, rolling it fastidiously before pulling his fingers up to his hair, pulling and fussing with the way his curls laid down. “I can tell you’re nervous,” Jake chuckled, patting him firmly on the shoulder and squeezing it for good measure. “I mean, it’s fair. I never thought you’d settle down, especially not so fast.”

“It’s that obvious?” Josh said, scratching at his reddening face.

“Everyone with eyes can tell,” Jita explained, stepping into the doorway. “But you’ve got nothing to worry about. Have you for one second had any doubts about this?” She asked, gracefully crossing her arms across her chest, her raven hair flowing effortlessly over her shoulders.

“No, you’re right. I knew after she was the one to ask me out first.” Josh admitted, his cheeks reddening from either embarrassment or from vulnerability. “You know, we grew up together. We’ve known each other almost out entire lives–I was too stupid and young to realize that she was the love of my life until we reconnected after school and went on that first real date. I knew then. I knew I’d marry her. She’s my best friend. Sorry Jake.”

“It’s okay, I’ve been swimming in heartbreak for a while now,” Jake said sarcastically, pulling his palm to his chest, feigning pain.

“That’s so sweet…I sure hope you spoke about that in your vows. Come on lover boy, the ceremony starts soon,” Jita prompted, stepping towards the groom. “Josh if you don’t stop messing with your hair, we’ll have to shave you bald,” she fussed, pulling her hands up to his hair, rolling his misshapen curls back into place with her fingers. “There. You really do look beautiful, Josh.” At that moment, he realized that he’d never heard someone describe him as beautiful. It only increased the color in his cheeks.

“Awe! Thank you, J!” He said, his voice pitching upward with genuine appreciation. “I love you,” he said, pulling her in for a warm embrace, his hands rubbing her back with familial gratitude.

“I love you too, which is why I need to tell you something. You’ve got something in your teeth,” she said with a grin, stepping away from him with a wink.

“What? Seriously?” He said, spinning around to check himself in the mirror.

“Do I have something in my teeth?” Josh asked Sam as he walked in wearing a red suit. “Is that really what you’re wearing?” Josh asked, spinning to look at his brother.

“Uh, yeah. You said we didn’t have a dress code.” Sam responded, smoothing his long hair back.

“Well, yeah–but I wasn’t expecting you to dress more ostentatious than me…at my own wedding,” Josh said.

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t get mad at me. You’ve got more important things to worry about…a few ceremonial shots,” he said, stepping forward, shaking Josh by his shoulders.

“What?” Josh said, twisting his face with confusion. “Oh no, you didn’t.” Josh grinned mischievously as Danny walked in with a tray of pre-poured shots. Hannah trailed behind with Jake and Jita, cramming themselves into the small dressing room.

“I’m not sure what all I poured. I just saw alcohol and got to it,” Danny said with a shrug, placing the tray onto the vanity counter.

“Well, Josh. You better get to drinking, because I just saw Y/n, and oh my God. She was born to wear that dress,” Hannah said, picking up a shot and handing it over to him. “She almost made me cry.”

Josh swallowed nervously, taking the drink and holding it up while the others were handed out. “I wish I could see her…maybe I wouldn’t be so goddamn nervous. You know those dreams where you go to school naked? I literally feel like that right now. I could literally puke.”

“No time for that, brother.” Jake said, raising an eyebrow.

“And with that, cheers to Josh finally settling down from a wild motherfucker, to a married motherfucker,” Sam said loudly, lifting the shot in the air. Everyone cheered and clinked the glasses together before throwing back the first round, their faces twisting from the bite of the alcohol.

“Whew, whatever the fuck that was, It was disgusting.” Josh admitted, slamming the glass on the table. “But you know what? It all goes down the same way, so here’s to another.” Everyone grabbed and drained their second shot after another short cheers.

***

“I’m going to puke,” you admitted, feeling the heat of nervousness filling your veins. The room felt like it was a million degrees, and the idea of finally walking down the aisle in front of so many guests made your gut flip. “Yep, find me a trash can.”

“No you’re not. But if you do, aim away from the dress,” your best friend suggested sarcastically. “Really though. You’re marrying the love of your life. Stop stressing, you’re freaking me out.”

“It just doesn’t feel real,” you said, looking at yourself in the mirror. You felt beautiful–probably the most beautiful you had ever felt in your life–and these were good nerves. You were beyond prepared to start the rest of your life with Josh. He has always been the one. Literally always–since the first time you developed crushes, he always drifted in your periphery. You pushed it away all those years ago for so many reasons and circumstances, but today, you stood ready to not live another day without him.

Your mother came in just before the ceremony to fix your veil to your head. “Honey, you look absolutely beautiful,” she said, holding a tissue up to her nose.

“No, Mom! Don’t cry,” you pleaded with her. “It’ll ruin your makeup.” You reached for a tissue and patted just below her eyes to dry her tears.

“I’m just so proud of you and Josh. You were made for each other.” You pulled her in for a long and firm hug. “Your father made a show of wanting to wait until just before the ceremony to see you. You know how he likes to be dramatic,” she said with a grin. “Awe baby, I love you so much.” She stepped forward to hug you once again, kissing you softly on your cheek. “Welcome to the beginning of the rest of your life, honey. Your father and I got this for you.” She reached into a bag that you hadn’t noticed at her side. She pulled out a small, velvet jewelry case. “Open it. Maybe you can wear it while you walk down the aisle,” she said hopefully. You smiled at her, taking the box. You pulled the box open and gasped when you saw it. It was a beautiful tennis bracelet encrusted with a few gemstones of varying color in between white, dazzling diamonds.

“Oh my god, Mom! This is beautiful,” you said with astonishment, pulling the bracelet gently out of its box.

“Those stones are from several pieces from the family. From the ring your father gave me when you were born, from your grandmother’s wedding ring, and I had an emerald installed just for you. It’s unique and special, just like you. You deserve it, honey. We all love you so much.” She helped fasten the bracelet to your wrist. It was very difficult not to stare at the jewelry. It was absolutely gorgeous, and it was something you would never ever buy for yourself. You’d cherish it forever. “Now for the final touch,” she said, reaching for the veil and lifting it up over your head, using the combs attached to its fabric to push into your hair. You watched as her face reddened, her eyes spilling with tears. Her lips trembled.

“My beautiful baby,” she sniffled, pulling the veil over your shoulders, letting the fabric flow over your body. That’s when it finally felt real. You felt like a true bride. “Look at yourself, honey. You are breathtaking.” She stepped back and you turned to see yourself. You straightened your posture as you looked at yourself. It was true. You felt beautiful. You were ready.

***

“It’s time,” Karen said, stepping into the dressing room. “Joshua. My baby. I love you so much, honey. Don’t do anything stupid, okay?” She said, bringing her hands up to her son’s cheeks. She bent forward to pull him in for a tight hug, kissing him on his cheek. Her hands moved to the lapels of his coat, straightening them in motherly fashion.

“I love you, Mama. Thank you so much,” he said, bending to kiss her on the cheek. “Thank you for being such a good Mama for all of these years. Teaching me how to be a good man, and now a good husband.” With that, she began to tear up.

“Don’t make me cry!” She said, “I have a wad of tissues on the ready, don’t make me waste them before the wedding starts. Josh couldn’t help but chuckle. Kelly stepped into the room next.

“Now son, I know what it’s like…so nervous your palms are sweaty?” He said with a grin. Josh nodded and swallowed, his adam’s apple flitting upward for a brief moment.

“Oh yeah.”

“There’s no reason for you to be nervous, though. And I’ll tell you why. That girl is prepared to give you everything, just as you are for her. You love each other so much–anyone in any room can see it. This is a celebration, not a performance. Go meet your wife.” Kelly drew Josh in for a long hug, squeezing him extra tight for the final time before releasing him. “I’m so proud of you, son.”

***

The wedding party lined the front altar. Hannah and Jita were two of your bridesmaids, along with your best friend, who was your maid of honor. They smiled reassuringly at one another as they stood with beautiful bouquets of flowers. Jake, Sam, Danny and Micah stood opposite from them, suavely dressed with boutonnieres of matching color. The room buzzed with conversation before coming down immediately once Josh took his place in the middle of the altar. His smile took up most of his face, and he found it almost impossible to stop. His happiness and excitement radiated through the room. The music began softly, and the double doors at the back of the room pulled open. You watched as the view of the hall widened in front of you as the doors opened, yet your vision focused on one thing immediately. Josh. He stood tall and confident, his eyes settling on you with an intensity you had never seen from him before. Your heart swelled suddenly, and you could feel the swell in your throat, threatening to make you cry. You fought against them as your father tugged on your arm slightly to prompt you to step forward. Josh stood with his hands crossed in front of him. He couldn’t help but fidget with his hands as he watched you walk down the aisle. His eyes brimmed with tears, a few of them slipping silently down his cheeks as he reached up to discreetly wipe them away. His lips trembled as your father handed you off, nodding lovingly at Josh before taking his seat. The tears had begun to fall once you had seen Josh, who would usually never show this type of raw vulnerability. Today, however, he let the tears fall freely. You smiled at him and he reached forward to take your hands in his. You felt his reassuring grip tighten around your fingers, and suddenly none of the fancy things mattered, none of the floral arrangements, the food, the music, or even the audience watching. All that mattered was him, and you knew that he felt the same.

“I love you,” he mouthed to you with the most gentle smile. You returned it to him, feeling your heart swelling in your chest.

“I love you, too. Forever.” You mouthed back.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today to celebrate the love between Josh and Y/n. I am sure you all can see how much they love each other,” the officiant says with a kind smile. “Josh, your father told me the other day that you jumped a fence when you were fourteen to see Y/n well after midnight.” Josh turned to look at the man, nodding. “Except you never got there because you broke your ankle on the other side of the fence.” The audience burst out in a hoot of laughter and you watched Josh’s face turn red with embarrassment. You couldn’t help but laugh. “Y/n. Your mom told me that you’d make Josh special valentines cards in elementary school.” He said, turning the embarrassment on you.

“Oh no,” you said out loud, prompting everyone to laugh again.

“In fact, I have a poem that you wrote on one of them. I have it here.” He lifted a small, pink heart shaped valentine card. “Roses are red, violets are blue…then you scratched that out,” the officiant said with a grin. “Josh, I like you…do you like me? Because that would be, like, really cool.” You looked at josh and shrugged. He chuckled softly.

“I never got that card,” he said loud enough for the officiant to hear.

“Nope, Y/n chickened out. Her mom saved the card. Told me that she knew that you two would end up together.”

You turned out into the audience to see your mom, who nodded, blowing you a kiss. You winked at her before turning back.

“A love that spans decades. A love that defies all reason, all circumstance, and time. I am confident that you both stand before me today fully prepared to step into the rest of your life alongside one another. As we gather today to witness the marriage of Mr. Joshua Michael Kiszka and Mrs. Y/m/ln, we also honor and uphold the declaration of love and devotion between them both as they come to build a life together. There is no vow more powerful than those that will be shared today. Please face one another as you deliver your vows.”

You turned to face Josh, sharing his impossibly bright smile. “Josh. You are my everything, and you always have been. You’ve always been ‘that boy’ to almost every member of my family since we were this high,” You spoke, looking up at him, showing him with your hand the height of small children. “You’re the one I’d turn strawberry red about if anyone had suspicions that I had a crush on you, which I very much did and still do.” The audience chuckled softly. “And I want to thank you. Thank you for being my best friend for all of these years. I thank God for bringing us back together when he did...when we were finally old enough and wise enough to admit to one another that we’d never love another person–There is no one that completes me like you do. I’ve come to realize that I don’t know myself without you. I owe the very best of my life to you, because you have made me the happiest woman in existence. I stand here, nervous and wobbly as a newborn deer, but I am beyond prepared and excited to live the rest of my life beside you. I love you so much.”

“Josh, your vows?” the officiant continues.

Josh cleared his throat. “I'm a clueless idiot most of the time,” he began with a grin. “And it’s obvious, because for so many years you were by my side as my best friend, and I was too stupid to consider that maybe you felt the same way about me as I did about you. By the way, the broken ankle was so worth it,” he said, addressing the audience, to which they snickered and smirked. “You are My everything. No day is worth living without you in it, Y/n.” he continued, finding himself choked up on the words. “You really are the air that I breathe…the first thing I think about when I wake up and the very last thing I think of before I go to bed.” he said, pausing for a long moment. “You are the moon to my drifting tides, the gravity that keeps me grounded, which if we’re being honest, I need a lot of. Do you remember that one night where we snuck out of our houses to lay on your roof? We stole a bottle out of your dad’s liquor cabinet and laid there and watched the stars all night?” You nodded with a small chuckle. “I knew that night that I loved you. The way that you pondered about life…I could see the thirst you had for adventure…the way your eyes sparkled more than the stars did. I really wasn’t looking up at the sky that night–not by a long shot. I was looking at you, and I was just too dumb and terrified to tell you. Today I profess to you that if all the stars had gone dead that night and no longer shone down upon us, I would have lived without a single worry. You are simultaneously all that grounds me and what slings me beyond the expanse of any celestial body to be more than I had ever thought I could be…I am tethered to you for as long as I breathe, for as long as I live, because there has never and will never be a day that I wake up not loving you. I am irrevocably yours for as long as I shall draw breath on this earth and into whatever lies beyond. I am eternally yours.”

How is it that an overwhelming love for someone could simultaneously destroy and complete a person? Here you stood in front of him, practically sobbing beneath your veil, your emotions splayed in a million pieces, and it was perfect. You sniffled as quietly as you could, watching him chuckle softly. “Sorry,” He mouthed. You rolled your eyes playfully at him…he wrote those vows because he knew you’d fall apart hearing them.

“And now, Y/N, do you take Josh to be your lawfully-wedded husband?”

It was the easiest question you’d ever had to answer. “I do.”

Do you promise to love, honor, cherish, and protect him, forsaking all others, and holding only unto him forevermore?

“I do.” You repeated, with a nod, smiling brightly at Josh, feeling the excitement and joy swelling within your chest.

And Josh, do you take Y/N to be your lawfully-wedded wife?”

“I do,” Josh said simply, squeezing your hands in his, rubbing the pads of his thumbs over your knuckles.

“Do you promise to love, honor, cherish, and protect her, forsaking all others, and holding only unto her forevermore?”

“I do,” he said, practically cutting the officiant off from excitement.

The exchange of rings was a blur as you slid your wedding bands on each other’s fingers, speaking and repeating a promise sworn in front of God and all attendees, professing your unending, honest devotion to one another.

“As a sign of my love”

“That I have chosen you”

“Above all else”

With this ring, I thee wed.

“With this ring, I thee wed.”

It was an odd, dream-like feeling…like when you’re just on the surface of sleep, and everything feels so tangible and real one moment, but so strange the next. But this was real, it wasn’t a dream; for a second, you really thought you might have to pinch yourself. Josh’s hands felt warm and slightly clammy under yours. You knew that he was nervous, but at the same time so unbelievably happy and ecstatic to finally call you his wife. This time it was you squeezing his hand back. You looked into his eyes, silently telling him again how much you loved him.

“May you both create a life together bonded by unwavering devotion, trust, and love. It gives me great joy, along with all of your loved ones, by the power vested in me to pronounce you Mr. And Mrs. Kiszka.”

Josh reached forward to lift the veil from your face, his smile growing wider and wider as he finally pulled you in for the kiss. You heard the roar of the crowd in your ears, but the noise was instantly blurred by passion instilled within the embrace. His scent, the feeling of his skin…his warmth…now belonged to you forever. It was a happiness that was so immense, it was impossible to describe in words. He pressed his forehead against yours as he still held your cheeks so delicately. “I’m yours. Forever,” he said just loudly for you to hear him. You allowed the moment to sway for a long time before finally turning out to the audience and taking your very first step forward as man and wife.

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starlightandetherealshadows · 9 months

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How would V react if after they and the MC had their clowning around session, the MC turned to them and teasingly said, “I can’t wait to tell Zero you yelled their name at the end there.”

Hi dearheart,

I liked your prompt so much that I decided it deserved a lil snippet! Might give more insight into V and MC's new dynamic. I wrote this in like 10 min so please excuse the ~writing~

Somehow this turned vulnerable? Oh and in this, MC is at the crush stage with X.

Enjoy MC and V having some pillow talk ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

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You balance yourself on your side, one hand holding your head. The sweat cooling on your skin feels a bit gross, but you're too comfortable to get up and leave just yet.

"So," You keep your voice light. "You gonna tell Zero that you like 'em?"

V's face morphs into a scowl, but it is quickly replaced with resignation. One of V's hands flicker their lighter on and off, while the other dangles a lit cigarette between two fingers.

"You gonna tell X that you like them?"

It's a testament to how far your friendship has come, that you can talk to V and have them reciprocate your teasing instead of snapping at you.

"Touche, asshole."

V's lip quirks upwards. They take a few pulls of their cig, and you watch as V blows smoke rings into the open air of their bedroom. It's more peaceful between you two than it has been in weeks. Maybe it's because V knows your affection lies elsewhere, or maybe the sex helps you find some common ground. Either way, it's nice to not be antagonizing each other.

"You should tell X."

"Are you just saying that so I don't steal Zero from you?"

V rolls their eyes and huffs out a laugh. "As if you could." They look at you directly. The prolonged eye contact makes you squirm. It's not the look they give someone they're trying to seduce. It's the look V has when they're trying to analyze you.

Whatever V reads on your face, it makes them frown.

"I'm serious. They spend half the day eye-fucking you anyway. You could do the selfless thing and spare us from that."

Another drag of their cigarette. You pluck it from their fingers and bring it to your own mouth.

The turn of this conversation is a bit too vulnerable for pillow talk.

"So what? You tell Zero that you've been in love with them since you were teenagers, I tell X that I can't imagine my life without them, and then what happens? We ride off into the sunset, get our happy ending?"

V gives you a rueful smile.

"People like us don't get happy endings."

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AGAIN THIS WAS WRITTEN IN A STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS FOR 10 MIN WHILE IM AT WORK HEHEHEHE

I hope this gives a bit more perspective into how MC and V's friendship might work. (well in this case, FWB until MC and V decide to get their shit together and tell their crushes that they like them)

Thank you for your ask, love!

All my love,

Cheye

#memento mori #snippet #ask: answered

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topguncortez · 2 years

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hi! could i get [ DEMONSTRATE ] for receiver to show sender where and how they want to be touched. with wolfman, please :)

hehehehe

warnings: smutttyyyy, innocence kink? lil corruption kink? blowjob

Things were getting hot, as Wolfman's hand trailed up and down her back underneath her shirt. She was planted in his lap, straddling him and grinding down on his cock. They had been in this position for probably 10 minutes now, their lips swollen and pink from kissing each other, their hair messy from running their hands through it.

Wolfman groaned as he felt her move her lips from his to his jaw, leaving searing kisses in a trail. This was usually as far as it got, she would stop leaving her kisses above his shirt collar, and then they would go back to watching the movie and then make-out some more. Y/N was a virgin, and Leonard knew it. He probably loved it a little too much. There was something about knowing he was the first one to touch her in such intimate ways turned him on to no end.

"Wolfie," Y/N said, pulling back and sitting up in his lap, "I want to try something."

"Like what?" Wolfman asked, taking one of her hands in his. He tucked his free hand under his head and looked up at her. She opened and closed her mouth a couple times and looked like she was trying to find the right words to say. It was cute to see her all flustered, and Wolfman lifted the back of her hand to his mouth placing a kiss on it, "Just tell me, baby, it's okay."

"I want to try uh, um, giving you a uh, a blowjob," She stuttered out and Wolfman swore he could've come in his pants right then and there. He sat up a little straighter, still holding her on his lap and pushed her hair back from her face.

"You sure? Cause you don't have to. I know you're still a-"

"I want to. I heard your friends and I-"

"You don't have to do anything because Maverick can't keep his trap shut," Leonard said, running his hand up and down her back.

"I want to, Wolfie," She said, grabbing his dog tags, "I just don't know how. I need you to teach me."

"Yeah, yeah I can uh, teach you," Wolfman said, her face lit up with excitement, "Kneel down on the ground for me, sweetheart."

Y/N nodded and climbed off of his lap, and down to the ground. Leonard grabbed her face in his hands and kissed her softly. She looked up with wide doe eyes and Wolfman had to look away to stop her from busting in his boxers. He lifted his hips up slightly, pulling them down to his knees.

"Alright, you sure about this?" Wolfman asked, fisting himself in his hand.

"Please, Wolfie, teach me," Y/N said, and Wolfman moaned at the sound of her voice.

"Okay first, you're gonna have to get it wet, it'll be easier," Leonard said, and leaned back against the couch, "Spit on it, sweetheart."

Y/N leaned forward, her head hovering over her lap as she spit on his dick. Wolfman couldn't help but chuckle seeing the line of spit from her mouth to his dick.

"You're so cute," He said, "Rub it up and down, like this," He took her hand and wrapped it around his cock, demonstrating how he likes it, twisting her hand as he moved it up and down, "Like that. That's a good girl." He bucked his hips into her hand, "And whenever you're ready, you can put it in your mouth."

Y/N nodded, and opened her mouth, licking his tip. Wolfman groaned, pulling her hair back into his hand making a makeshift pony tail as she slowly took him in his mouth.

"Good," Wolfman encouraged her, "Move your head up and down." He slowly guided her with his hand in her hair, "Relax, breathe through your nose and go down farther." Wolfman felt her take a breath through her nose and her body relax as she tried to take him deeper but gagged around him.

"You're okay, sweetheart, just breathe." Y/N nodded her head the best she could, and slowly took him all the way down, feeling his cock head hit the back of her throat, "Keep doing that, just like that. Use your hand for what you can't fit."

Y/N pulled back from him a bit and followed his command. Wolfman about lost it when she looked up at him through her lashes, tears running down her cheeks, mascara running. It was quite the sight in front of him and made his hips buck into her mouth.

"You gonna swallow me baby? Gonna take all of daddy's cum into your belly? Be a good girl for me, you're being so good," Leonard praised her as he felt his balls tighten, "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum." Y/N tapped his thigh giving him permission, and he placed his hands on her head, keeping her still as he came in her mouth. Y/N felt his salty seed hit the back of her throat, and swallowed it down. Wolfman moved her head up and down a couple times, having her suck him dry.

Y/N pulled off of him and sat back on her heels. Wolfman smirked as he leaned forward, and wiped the spit and cum off her bottom lip with his thumb. She sucked his thumb into her mouth and kept eye contact with him the whole time.

"You little slut," Wolfman chuckled, "And here I thought you were this innocent little thing."

"Teach me something else?"

"I mean, it's only fair that I return the favor, lay down baby."

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kiatheinsomniac · 1 year

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Hear me out. . . Possessive Manwë. Who just got the reader back from his brother ( they just so managed to pull her from corruption ) and it's their first night together in what seems like forever. He wants to be gentle and treat her like his queen but then he sees a scar ( idk on her side? ) done to her by none other than Melkor, putting the pieces together and well — just Manwë wanting to claim her again <3 I know you'll do this req justice doll💕

──── 𝐈'𝐕𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ˊˎ -

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: calling me doll and knowing it's my weakness so I'll write for you as if I wouldn't write for a bestie anyway smh hehehehe

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Manwë x Reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.8k

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: NSFW content, MDNI, smut, possessiveness, soft to rough, fluff, possessive Manwë

Manwë had slept very little since your rescue from his brother. He and his soldiers had managed to save you just in time to spare you from corruption. You had suffered at the hands of Melkor and your sleep had become plagued with nightmares. Manwë felt rotten for not having saved you before you were made to endure so much pain and so he took it upon himself to stay awake and watch over you, to wake you should you show signs of having another nightmare. You had been through enough and did not deserve further torment from your own mind.

Eyes, dark blue to match the night sky outside, snapped towards you when you groaned slightly and turned onto your side. Your husband watched you for a moment, coming to the conclusion that you were just stirring slightly but still sleeping peacefully. Your arm fell over your chest and his eyes narrowed in the dim light as he looked upon your upper ribs at your side. Carefully, he reached out and brushed his fingers over your warm skin there, feeling the outdent of a scar. That had not been there before. Melkor had inflicted this upon you. White brows furrow over darkening eyes at the mental image of his brother putting his hands upon you, forcing pain upon you. You had been covered in bruises and scrapes when you had been rescued but this cut must have gone unnoticed with your arm to hide it so high up on your side.

If you were awake, you would have felt the tickle of Manwë’s long, white hair falling over your ribs and belly as he leaned down and sorrowfully pressed his lips to the scar. “My dove, I am so sorry…” His breath fanned across your skin and he turned his head to gaze up at your resting face. You would forever have to bear this reminder, this mark made by his brother’s blackened, tainted hands and that did not sit well with the King at all. His plush lips pressed to the spot more fervently and worked their way across your shoulder and to your jaw, hand coming to rest on your side while his thumb tenderly traced circles upon your skin.

“My love…?” You mumbled drowsily as you stirred awake. Your lashes fluttered and you squinted, closing one eye as you tried to adjust to the dim lighting of the room. There were always lanterns lit on the other side of the room to chase away the dark that had been your near constant company and torment in Melkor’s cells.

“I’m sorry, my dove.” He spoke quietly, you being unaware that he was repeating himself, “I…” His eyes searched yours for the right words as you opened them fully, the light no longer foreign to your vision. Instead, he let the sentence fall flat, his eyes landing on the scar once more as his hand on your waist slowly slid upwards to feel the mark beneath his gentle fingers.

“That…” You bit on your lip. You had not wanted Manwë to know about it. You had wanted to forget it was even there, it was in quite a hidden place after all, but it would seem that he had found it now. “I had escaped from the cell at one point… I’d managed to jam the lock in the door so it would seem locked. But unfortunate timing saw that I was caught and there was a bit of a scrap before I was taken back.” Manwë could feel the slight tremble in your fingers as they danced up across his chest and then began to play with his hair so that you had something else to do other than devote your whole focus to that terrible memory and it gave you an excuse to avoid eye contact, such a vulnerable thing that may well just see you burst out into sobs.

Your hands slid further up into his hair and your thumbs caressed his jaw as you finally met his eyes, letting the silence hang much more comfortably than any words could be in that moment. Your eyes fixed to his lips as you arched your back up towards him subconsciously, pulling him down gently in a silent request. Manwë’s hand covered the scar while his other reached up to cup your face, pressing his lips to yours in the sweetest embrace.

His kisses were comforting and all-encompassing. Your husband made you feel beyond safe in his arms and he left your mind no room to think of anything other than him as his hands began to roam your body, feeling your curves beneath his palms as he turned you on your back and hovered over you. You brought your legs up to wrap around his waist, pulling him closer to your body and hearing him let out a quiet groan as you rolled your hips against his the moment his tongue pushed past your lips. One of his hands slowly fell to your thigh and ran up and down the length of your warm skin there. Your head fell back against the pillow and you let out a sweet sigh at the feeling of your lover’s mouth lavishing your neck with kisses, sucking and biting at your skin in a way that was sure to leave marks. You couldn’t help but unravel under his touch, feeling his hands roam over your body as your fingers tangled in long, white hair.

His lips trailed down to your collarbones and then your breasts. His hands squeezed and caressed your skin reverently and lavished your peaked buds in attention, assuring to mark your skin there too before removing further down your body. Your legs were pushed further apart by the time he was nipping at your inner thighs and he took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of your arousal just before running his tongue through your dampening slit, feeling your body jerk at the stimulation.

“It’s alright, pretty girl, I’ve got you…” He murmured as he pressed soft kisses to your slit, using a hand to spread you open as he explored your pussy lazily with his tongue. The small whines you let out were like music and he began to suck down on your clit, moving down to dip his tongue into your hole, tasting your wetness and groaning as he pushed his face further into you, his nose nudging at your clit. Rhythmically, you bucked your hips slightly against his face and he could hear how you were sucking in quick breaths between moans, could feel you squirming beneath him and suddenly you were shuffling up the bed and away from hm, hands curling around his biceps and pulling him up.

“Please?” Your voice was almost a whisper, “I want you, I need you, please?” You pulled his body over yours, feeling safe under his weight, under the heat festering beneath his skin. His hand cupped your face as he pressed his mouth to yours once again, making you taste yourself as he coaxed your lips apart and teased your tongue with his own.

“And you’ve got me.” He murmured comfortingly, “Just as I’ve got you…” You gasped slightly when his cock pressed to your entrance and began to push inside of you. Desperately, you pushed your hips back against his and released a drawn-out moan when you felt him sink into you. You had missed this sort of intimacy when you were away from him and now it only served to make you feel safer than ever as Manwë’s breath fanned over your neck and his arms wrapped around you.

Your arms wrapped around his neck and fingers splayed across his back and shoulders, reaching down further to caress the base of his wings, feeling him shudder above you. His lips pressed lovingly to your neck as you caressed the soft feathers at the base of his wings, earning groans that were muffled against your throat as he set up a steady rhythm. One of his hands was placed beside your head so he could prop himself up enough to look at you beneath him: so beautiful and safe in his arms at last. He couldn’t imagine what his brother had put you through, the fear you must have been drowning in. His hand caressed over the ridge of the scar on your ribs once more and the mental image of his brother’s blackened hands on you stirred something within him. He wasn’t jealous, no, surely not? He thought. And yet he couldn’t help but feel the need to remind his brother, you, himself, the world, of whose you were, of who would never fail to keep you safe again.

He could feel the scrape of your nails against his alabaster skin as your thighs squeezed his hips, little whimpers and moans escaping your lips that he smothered in kisses as he became rougher. Your hands went further up to tangle in his pale hair as his mouth opened to adorn your neck in a string of bruises. When he withdrew to find you teary-eyed, he paused and kissed the salty water away from beneath your lashes.

“Is this alright?” He asked softly, hoping that he wasn’t overwhelming you.

“Don’t you dare stop.” You whispered back, pulling him down into a messy kiss and swallowing the moan he let out as he angled your hips upwards in his strong hands and drove into you. The silence in the room was filled with muffled sounds of pleasure, loud kisses and the pap of Manwë’s hips against yours, drawing out obscene squelches from your soaked cunt. You kept your legs wrapped around him and revelled in the way he pinned your smaller body beneath you, the way his white hair and fluffy wings draped over you and shielded you from the world, kept you safe in the embrace of the entirety of his body. The hand over the scar upon your robs trailed down until his thumb was teasing your clit and it didn’t take much more before you were coming around his cock, the spasming and fluttering of your walls around him triggering his own release, making him let out a loud moan followed by a few faint whimpers when, at last, he stopped and the two of you remained in the other’s embrace, Manwë’s hands soothing your body while yours gently combed through slightly tangled hair.

Your lover leaned up just enough to see the red marks across your throat and chest that would surely darken, your flushed face and his eyes roved downwards to where his cum was leaking out around where your bodies met. You were his. He had you and he would keep you safe, would help you to heal and would be there to assure you never had to suffer again.

He rested his head against your chest as the two of you stayed there like that, catching your breaths.

He had you.

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Behind Closed Doors | Dieter Bravo X reader

Summary: Post-red carpet with Dieter.

Rating: 18+!

Tags/warnings: smut (what else is new), oral (f receiving), genitalia description, swearing, softie dieter

A/N: this is dedicated to my sweet love @guess-my-next-obsession bc I blew up her dms over this idea and she enables me to write stupid stuff like this hehehehe

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The large front door closed with a thud and you let out a long sigh, the kind that puffed out your cheeks. You leaned back against the wall of the foyer, fiddling with the buckle on your high heel until it finally came loose, then groaned quietly at the feeling of your bare feet flat on the tile beneath you. Down the long hallway to your right, you heard Dieter moving around in your shared bedroom.

“God, I’m glad to be out of those heels. My ankles were two steps away from breaking.”

You moved into the bedroom, having to kick your dress up slightly since it was now dragging on the floor without your extra inches.

“At least you weren’t in a stupid bow tie. Remind me to fire my stylist.” Dieter grumbled from the en suite bathroom, hastily stripping out of his suit.

As a part of the ongoing process of rehabilitating his image, Dieter’s team had been pushing him to go to more public events as a way to show he was doing well. He’d been wholly against the idea at first, not feeling a need to seek validation in the public eye, but you’d recently started attending things with him, making them a little more tolerable. He knew you enjoyed going- mostly for the sake of making fun of the other celebrities there- but also because some of the events were for various charities that you actually cared about and regularly donated to.

“I’ll be sure to tell Dee you said that,” you snorted, flopping back onto the bed and turning your head towards him.

“Don’t even think about it.”

He shrugged on an old t shirt, still in his boxers and long black socks. With a grunt, you raised yourself back up, moving to where he stood in front of the well lit mirror. He took your hand into his, gently pulling on your arm until you were situated in front of him and he wrapped his arms around you from behind. He rested his chin on your shoulder, eyes closed softly. You turned your head a little, just enough to press a small kiss into his tousled hair. Before you’d left for the event, one of his stylists had attempted ‘something different’ with his hair, before they both ultimately decided that his signature messy look was the only way to go. It had been difficult not to stick your hands in it all night, his messy curls sinfully tempting.

“You were the only good part about going to this stupid red carpet tonight.” He murmured against your exposed shoulder.

“Oh, come on now. It wasn’t that bad,” you squeezed his forearms where they sat on your stomach. “It certainly wasn’t our worst event. And besides, you look hot.”

Dieter’s torso bounced as he laughed before speaking. “Says you.”

He gently kissed your shoulder, then raised his head and switched to the other side. He peppered soft pecks all across your shoulders and back, bringing a smile to your face.

“Look so fucking pretty. Don’t think I’ve told you enough.”

You giggled softly as he continued pressing soft kisses into your skin. This was probably your favorite version of Dieter; the media had created this image of him where he was this eccentric almost-playboy who didn’t do relationships, but that was far from the truth. When it was just the two of you, he absolutely lavished you with his affections. He made it known that you were the only one he wanted.

He pulled back from you, meeting your eyes in the mirror. After laying a gentle peck on the sensitive area behind your ear, he carefully removed the dangly earring that sat in the lobe. Once he’d repeated the action on the other side, he placed the set of earrings on the counter and returned to his spot behind you.

Dieter ran his hands up and down your arms in a comforting manner, breathing in your perfume at the nape of your neck with a large inhale. He then set to work removing all the pins from your hair, tossing them haphazardly onto the counter near your discarded jewelry. The pieces of your hair that had been held back now fell to the sides of your face, allowing him to gently run his fingers through it. One of his rings caught slightly and caused you to wince with a laugh; he apologized with another kiss to your cheek.

Now that your hair was free from its confines and your earlobes significantly less weighed down, you stood quietly in the softly lit bathroom only in your dress. It was a particular favorite of yours; simple, but elegant, a long, strapless black gown with dainty white buttons running down the back. It was understated but classy, pairing well with Dieter’s white suit jacket and black bow tie. And now, as he stood behind you and struggled to undo the top button, you couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

“They’re fake buttons. There’s a zipper.”

“Oh thank fuck,” he breathed out. You felt him push on the buttons slightly, poking around your upper back until he finally grasped the zipper.

He pulled it down leisurely, creeping his way down your back until the zipper stopped, just above your bottom. The fabric sat loosely against your skin now, not yet exposing anything to him. Dieter pressed his face into the bend of your neck into your shoulder, burying it there with an open mouth kiss. Your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of his warm tongue slowly moving over the area, your head tilting automatically to the opposite side to allow him more room. As he continued his ministrations, you felt him take a gentle hold of the dress and begin to shrug it down your body until it pooled at your feet. When your eyes opened again, you were completely bare before him.

His head raised, eyes now tinted with something devilish.

“Turn around.” He spoke quietly, gently tugging on your arm to guide you.

You spun around, linking your arms behind his neck. The two of you moved into each other at the same time, lips connecting passionately. He hummed into your mouth when your fingers slid into the back of his hair, scratching at his scalp idly. As much as you loved being under his gentle affections, you loved this even more; his tongue pushing into your mouth and tangling with your as if he’ll never get enough, hands sliding all over your body because he can’t decide which place he wants to grasp first. It was dizzying in the best way possible.

“Wanna make you feel good,” he mumbled between kisses.

“Hmm?” You responded melodically.

“I said,” he pulled away from your lips, locking his deep eyes onto yours. “I wanna make you feel good.

The intensity of his gaze was too much to bear, finding yourself speechless under it. He was looking at you with such a mixture of want and love- a wave of heat shot down your spine and to your core. His fingers found yours again, intertwining them and squeezing.

Keeping his gaze on you, he began to slowly move down until he rested on his knees. He dropped one of your hands and caressed the back of your leg before lifting it over his shoulder.

“I love you.”

You looked down at him with low lids, breath coming out in short pants. You didn’t even realize you hadn’t responded until he gently nipped your thigh, causing you to snap back to the moment.

“I love you too, Dieter.” You spoke breathlessly.

He smirked up at you before pressing his nose against your mound, running it through the soft hairs there. As he did this, his lips pressed against your clit just enough for you to feel it, making you let out a deep sigh. He repeated the action a few times before moving in with his tongue. He gave you a long, flat swipe that drew out a moan.

Although only a few minutes had passed of this, you already felt a tightness low in your belly. Dieter knew this, of course, and being the devil he is, chose to slip his middle finger into your burning entrance.

“Jesus,” you whispered.

From this angle, your legs were pressing together, making it an extra tight squeeze.

His finger curled, pushing into something sensitive within you. Sliding in his ring finger with ease, he continued curling against the spot and began lapping at your clit again. The combined sensations took over your entire body, the leg not braced over his shoulder starting to shake. Your hands desperately grasped at the counter, unable to hold yourself up fully anymore. You moaned loudly, voice breaking.

“Fuck, let me hear you baby,” Dieter spoke into you, doubling down with his tongue.

Through your foggy brain, you glanced down, only to find him pressing the heel of his free palm into his cock. He was getting off on this. The mere idea of that sent a new wave of wetness through you, soaking fingers as they pumped deep inside of you and created a vulgar squelching noise.

You weren’t even sure which noises were actually coming out of you in that moment. He was overwhelming you, your brain swimming with thoughts of lust and how good this felt and him. There it was- up, up, up until- he stopped.

“No,” you whined, covering your eyes with your arm.

He chuckled, kissing the top of your thigh. With a grunt he tried to stifle and a crack of his knees, Dieter rose to his feet again, cupping the back of your head and pulling you in. You tasted yourself against him as your lips moved together.

“Calm down, I’m gonna fuck you.”

Your eyes rolled and you smiled at him, taking a steadying breath as he pulled his boxers and shirt off. He returned the smile for a moment, only for it to be replaced with a bite of his lip as he lined himself up to your entrance.

He let out a soft groan, sliding into you slowly. Your head fell toward, your forehead now resting on his shoulder and your arms clutching at his sides. Dieter caged you in with his arms, grinding his cock up into you. You were beyond any noise at this point, your jaw seemingly stuck in a dropped position. He was letting out sweet noises that swirled around your ears and pushed you further and further, quickly approaching your climax once again.

“God, so tight.” He gritted out, maintaining his steady speed.

“Dieter,” you whimpered.

From this angle, with both of you standing, he was dragging his pelvis against your clit, only adding to the building sensation.

“Ah,” he hissed. “Not gonna last much longer. Too fucking good.”

You nodded sharply. “I’m so close, cum with me,” you begged.

He began to speed up. His hips were snapping into yours, the skin slapping together. It stole the breath from your lungs, eyebrows furrowing and nails digging into his sides.

“I’m gonna cum. Dieter, fuck- I’m-“

“I’m coming,” he bit out.

Riding through his orgasm, he thrust up into you harder than before, and you finally let go. With a loud cry you pulsed around him, your vision blacking out momentarily.

The two of you stayed there for a moment, both of your chests heaving. He placed idle kisses to your collarbones, arms still holding you to him.

After you caught your breath, you spoke, wearing a playful look.

“So… we’re gonna order food, right? I’m starving.”

Dieter smiled against you, laughing and shaking his head.

“Fuck yeah we are.”

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