#i also did write like a good 1/3 of this drunk a while back so if I start to not make sense just ignore it lmao

[ja3yun]

The Sun That Always Burns | S.JY pt.3

sim jaeyun x afab!reader

warnings: suggestive (smut-ish flashback), angst, lost love, pet names, not many warnings tbf, and not proofread. anything I missed please lmk!

wc: 10.3k+ (honestly, i need to make these shorter)

synopsis: you and jake's high school relationship blossomed into a romance filled with hope and promise. however, as time went on, jake's long-term expectations began to weigh heavily on you, who struggled to meet them. your paths eventually lead you in separate directions, each experiencing different aspects of life and ultimately moving on from your past love. unexpectedly, fate intervened and you both reunite after years apart. the reunion allows you to rediscover your feelings for each other but also forces you to navigate the complexities of your past and present.

part 1 | part 2 | part 4

a/n: hi! I'm giving you this chapter kinda quickly. heavy appearances from my wjsn ults because they are now integral to the story <3 will update the next part during the week

4 years have passed since you left. No contact with your family, sometimes opting to send them a Christmas card with no return address just to let them know you’re alive. You missed them like crazy, more than any words could explain. It had been so long sometimes you wonder if you should go back, even for your mum’s birthday but it would be too awkward. The dramatic teen you left behind is who they knew you as, not the woman you’ve grown up to be. 

College changed you dramatically, for the better you like to hope. Your roommate Eunseo quickly became your other half, showing you the ropes of Avanti, Being a year older than you she was accustomed to the college, she picked you up when you needed it the most and she didn’t even have to. You thought she took pity on you at first, just taking you under her wing because you were a crying dismantled mess. But she was simply just the loveliest person in the whole world. You wouldn’t have made it to today without her. She left college last year and got a job close by so you saw her often and you were thankful for her every day. 

Throughout your college experience you did the typical; study, party, make questionable life choices at said parties. But one thing you couldn’t do was get into a relationship. 

You started hooking up with guys in your second year, just flings and one-night stands. Eunseo supported your habits, “I will always support women's rights and also their wrongs” she used to say every time you pre-gamed and she never asked why you didn’t get into a relationship. 

Jaeyun’s name hadn’t left your lips in 1460 days. A choice that you made as soon as you stepped off the bus in Pyeongchang. Jaeyun’s name also hadn't left your mind in 1460 days. Every touch from another felt wrong, every chat up line, every unwarranted dick pic. It wasn’t him so it didn’t matter to you. 

You started to enjoy yourself more as time went on, creating a new friend group and new memories. By the final year of college, you were content with your life, finding a degree in film was a fluke but you ended up loving every bit of it, an internship was on the horizon at HYBE Media to shadow a music video producer, your hair routine finally working out. Everything was coming up Y/N. This was the right choice. 

Yet you still thought about Jaeyun every day. What was he up to? Did he like living in Busan? Was he with someone else? Granted you don’t like to think about that last one too often or else you get a tightness in your chest. You wanted him to be happy but selfishly you didn’t want to know if that happiness was because of someone else. 

“Helloooo, Y/N, are you even listening?” Eunseo’s hand waves across your face as you come back from your zoned-out state, “Tell me what I just said.” She huffs and crosses her legs and arms, sitting back knowingly. Eunseo had invited you to a coffee date in a quaint little shop outside of your university. She originally introduced it to you on your second day here and it became your favourite spot. Laughing, crying, and hungover, you both occupied this little shop as if it were your second home.

You smile guilty and laugh, “You were talking about how much you love me and that we should get married,” you shrug and tilt your head jokingly.

“Weirdly you are close!” Her pointer finger is now in front of your face as she leans forward quickly in a flash. 

“I was?” You gave an incredulous look with one eyebrow raised.

“Yes! It has to do with marriage.” Her hands gesture an arch that can only remind you of the one SpongeBob imagination meme and you giggle. 

“Please don’t tell me you’re marrying Serim after like 2 dates.” You half joke and half panic, it wouldn’t be unlike her to do something like that and you both know it. Eunseo takes in your expression and slaps the table loudly and laughs. If there was one thing your best friend wasn’t good at it’s being quiet, and you love her so much for it.

“I like him a lot, but no. Actually, it's about my sister. You know she’s getting married?” You nod, sipping your coffee, “Well of course I’m the maid of honor,” she lifts the back of her hands and twinkles them under her chin and you chuckle, “Someone dropped out and there is a spare seat. Yeoreum is a freak and needs it filled for everything ‘to go as planned’”

You had never met any of Eunseo’s family, they lived a few hours away and despite the effort Eunseo made to invite you to every family gathering, even Christmas, you declined not wishing to be a burden. “I want you to come. I checked your schedule and you’re free, I have a dress, I’m driving us up,” she keeps rhyming off every reason you have ever given her to bail on traveling with her, “and you owe me one.”

Furrowing your eyebrows and tilting your head you encourage her to continue, owe her for what? “Well you don’t owe me yet but I heard the best man is single, older than you, and has these gorgeous big eyes. I’ll set you both up.”

“So I owe you for something that hasn’t even happened yet? And you don’t even know if he is interested? Or single?”

“Details, details.” Eunseo’s hand waves dismissively, “Please just come. I want you to meet my family since you don’t have any of your own. Think of my family as yours.” 

Eunseo doesn’t know what happened back home. You never told her you didn’t have a family but that you were just estranged from them, never disclosing details, particularly that the reason you don’t go home is your own fault, she didn’t have to know. Eunseo didn’t know anything, not about Jaeyun, nothing at all and yet she didn’t pry into your past. You were so thankful for her.

“Eunseo,” rejection is on the tip of your lips but she’s pouting, her eyes big as she does her best to look cute, and to your dismay it works, “I’d love to come.” The sun suddenly started to shine and burn your skin as its light lay on you through the window.

“Amazing!” clapping her hands rapidly she giggles, “We’re leaving tomorrow.” 

Your eyes expand and she stands up not letting you protest at how soon the wedding is. “I thought she wasn’t getting married until Saturday?” You query and check your phone which reads Monday. 

Walking out she explains, “Yeah but I need to be there early for final fittings, yadda yadda, boring wedding stuff. So I’m taking you with me. Either that or you drive up yourself.” The glint in her eyes as she turns to you makes your face deadpan.

“Fuck you, you know I can’t drive.” She laughs and grabs your hand. 

“And I still don’t understand how you’re 23 and can’t even ride a go-kart without crashing.” Playfully you hit her arm and laughed, a memory of you and her go-karting painted your brain. After that, you never got behind another wheel. 

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You arrive at Eunseo’s parents' house and your jaw slacks open. It’s bigger than any house you’ve ever seen. Your best friend joked a lot about being rich but you didn’t know she was rich rich. There are stairs leading to a giant white door that compliments the ash-coloured stones that surround it. Moss is growing up on each side of the home with intentionally placed pink flowers decorating throughout. Those rich bitch houses are so ugly, I want as small a house as possible so I’m always close to you no matter what room I’m in. His voice plays in your head but you shake him out.

Her parents are graciously letting you and her stay in the spare bedrooms, you don’t dare ask how many rooms are actually in this castle. Something about the air feels strangely familiar. You shrug it off and head inside with your blue suitcase and steamed dress. You curse rich people for having so many stairs.

“My baby!” Eunseo’s dad shouts from the door, “How is my sweet angel?” He greets her at the top of the stairs and hugs her tightly. You miss your dad a lot. His comforting words, his piggyback rides, his weird cinnamon body wash that made you despise the spice, you missed it all. “This must be Y/N! It only took 4 years to meet you.” His chest lets out a deep laugh as he hugs you just as tightly as his own daughter. A smile plasters on your face as you hug him with one arm, the other outstretched to protect the dress. 

“Thank you for having me. It’s an honour to be part of your daughter’s big day.” Eunseo’s dad’s eyes turn to crescent moons as he smiles and steps aside to usher you into the big house. 

“The party is in a few hours. The happy couple aren’t here, running last-minute chores but you’ll meet them tonight.” He turns to you and points up the stairs, “Eunseo will show you where to get changed. If you need anything, me and the wife will be hovering around.” You side-eye Eunseo quickly and she smiles widely. She didn’t tell you about a party. 

Bowing slightly you thank him and follow Eunseo who is squealing, shouting about how excited she is for you to meet everyone. Sometimes you wonder if she is the relationship you’ve been seeking after Jaeyun, platonic or not, you love her all the same. 

A few hours later you hear bustling from the crowd gathered down the stairs, the party in full swing as Eunseo finishes curling a wispy strand of your hair. Glancing up at her you notice how beautiful she truly is; her bangs falling effortlessly to frame her face, her lips plump and naturally pouty, she was flawless. 

“If you keep staring I’ll literally take you on the bed.” She smiles and you laugh. Pouting her lips near your face she pretends to kiss you and you play into it. Life is so easy with her. “Go get changed, I need to see my masterpiece completed.” Walking away she picks up the dress and thrusts it into your chest, “You’re gonna look amazing. That babe of a best man is gonna fall at your feet.  Now go.” she shoos you into the ensuite bathroom.

Staring in the mirror you analyse her work on your face and hair. Never in your life have you ever looked so beautiful and you can’t help but stare. You shed your old life behind you yet this is the first time you really felt like you were reborn. The immature you left behind, the 23-year-old staring in the mirror coming up from the ashes.

Unzipping the garment bag you see the dress Eunseo picked for you and you gasp. Its a silky deep red dress. Far too sexy for something like this.

“Um, Eunseo? This dress is…” You hold it against you and observe what it would look like on you. Hot. That’s exactly how it would look and considering this was the first time meeting a whole family of someone dear to you, you’d rather be more covered up than this.

“Shut up it’s hot. My cousins will be wearing something way sluttier so it’s all good.” Her nonchalant tone doesn’t ease you but it’s either this or the dress she got you for the actual wedding. 

As you adorn the dress you notice how it fits you perfectly and hugs you in at the waist flatteringly. It’s been months since you’ve put something on this beautiful. Your cleavage is out just enough, the material stops at your mid-thighs, and you feel like a beauty queen. As you take yourself in your hand goes up to your necklace. That necklace. The gold of the sun complimented the dress perfectly. You never did bring yourself to take it off.

Opening the door you see Eunseo changed into a pastel blue dress, covering her arms and neck but cut out to leave her chest exposed just enough, a slit runs up her thigh. Your jaw is on the floor as she walks over and eyes you up and down. “Look at you! A literal goddess.” she smiles as she takes your hands. “You ready to upstage my sister at her own engagement party?”

“Eunseo…you did not pick these outfits to stand out on purpose did you?” Suddenly your heart is beating quickly and the urge to change is more than ever. 

“Of course not! We’re just hotter than anyone here, including her.” She laughs and hands you the pair of gold heels you eyed up as she unpacked her bags earlier. They were exactly your style. “Take these and put them on. Literally take them off whenever but for the grand entrance you need to be complete” She used her right hand to motion over your body. 

Putting the shoes on you grew about 4 inches taller and were on Eunseo’s eye level now. “Ready to rock this bitch?” You nod and she grabs your arm, dragging you down the stairs.

There are eyes on you everywhere and you can’t lie, it is a little uncomfortable considering the age range of the men staring are in their late 50s. It's a party like you’ve only seen in movies; waiters walk around with Hors D’oeurves and flutes of expensive champagne. You start to wonder how much all this cost and if you could convince someone at this party to pay off your student loan. 

“Hey Eunseo?” You grab her attention as she hands you a glass of bubbly happily, “I just realised I don’t know Yeoreum’s fiance’s name.” 

“Oh,” She laughs loudly and slaps your arm, “It’s Jaeyun.” Your heart stops for a moment, there are lots of Jaeyun’s in Korea. Jaeyun from TO1 could walk through that door for all you knew. “Jake is what he goes by though.” Your heart drops rapidly. There might be a lot of Jaeyuns but none that also go by Jake. Part of you wishes it was the biggest coincidence in the world but as voices fill the archway into the living room where you and your best friend reside you see Yeoreum, more beautiful than any picture Eunseo showed you could capture, and Jaeyun. Your Jaeyun.

Static is all you hear as you watch him greet guests and thank them for coming, and each footstep closer to you has your mouth going moist, ready to vomit. He hasn’t noticed you and if you had control of your body you would be bolting out the door instantly, but your mind has glued your feet to the floor. You take him, his face more defined than his previous squishy state, he’s wearing a fitted black suit blazer with no shirt underneath and matching wide-leg black trousers, and his hair is slicked back with stray pieces falling around his face. He looks expensive. He looks like the home you once knew.

You see Eunseo talking to you but as your eyes meet his, that static you once heard turns into rapid heartbeats. Your body is flushing with heat as you notice how his eyes widen for a second, his body turns to you instinctively.

“Eunseo!” Yeoreum squeals and shuffles quickly to give her sister an all-consuming hug, just like you want to do to Jaeyun right now. “Jakey come here” she beacons her fiance towards the both of you and without blinking or taking his eyes off you he walks cautiously forward. “You must be Y/N? Eunseo talks about you all the time.” 

She’s lovely. Gorgeous, clearly kind, she’s perfect just like her sister and it makes you want to cry. She’s perfect for him.

Plastering a smile on your face you fake glee as you hug her lightly, stealing another glance at Jaeyun while she can’t see you. He might have gotten older but those eyes still looked the same. “It’s so nice to finally meet you,” you pull away and step back, sole focus on his bride, “Congratulations.” It's bitter and you say it quickly.

“Aw thank you!” She beams and you feel like being sick again. 

“Excuse me, I’m going to go to the restroom, I’ll be right back.” You excuse yourself and rush past the couple and Eunseo leaving a gust of air behind you. Clutching your chest you run upstairs for an escape. Out of all the best friend’s sister’s fiances, how was he the one you were faced with? Pushing the guest room door open you scuttle in and take a few deep breaths reliving the moments just before.

“Y/N?” The Australian accent hits you hard as you turn around and meet his eyes. It takes only seconds before his hands have cupped your face and his body dangerously presses against yours, so close you can feel his heart, a heart that used to beat only for you.

“Baby,” he pauses as his eyes search your face trying to convince himself that you aren’t a dream, “where did you go?” Jaeyun desperately whines, his voice cracking in sadness as his forehead touches yours. There is love laced within the melancholic question. Instinctively your hands grab his wrists as you close your eyes. “Princess, please talk to me. '' He's pleading, begging for any explanation. Jaeyun’s hands go from your cheeks and trace down your shoulders, his eyes scanning every inch of your face in desperation. He doesn’t believe you’re real and in front of him, your face is more mature yet still the same girl he loves even after all these years. 4 years he’s waited for you to come back to him.

Your silence and shallow breathing urge him to ask more questions, his thumbs stroking the area between the base of your neck and collarbone. “What happened?”

“You’re engaged.”  The first words out of your mouth take him aback. His mouth stays open, his hands leaving your body leaving you cold, and shivering. “She seems nice-”

“Don’t do that,” His bottom jaw slowly clenching as he speaks, “Please don’t act fine like this. Don’t make it seem like I’m the only one that’s hurting for us right now.” You sob without tears as you see him vulnerable and eyes beseeching. Jaeyun’s hands point to you before coming together in a praying motion, “I looked for you everywhere. I spent months trying to find you.” Deep down you knew he would have looked for you, but not for months, maybe for a couple of weeks before he left for Busan, but never months, “What did I do?”

Without a beat, you respond, “Nothing. You could never do anything.” 

“You don’t just abandon people you love, Y/N. Not us. There had to be something I did to make you fall out of lov-”

“Jake!” You hear a familiar voice shout and your head falls down to stare at your shoes. 

“Baby please,” Jaeyun wants to hold you, kiss you, understand what happened but he can’t. Not right now. 

“You should go, I’ll leave in the morning-”

“Don’t leave me again, baby, please.” His voice is quiet, despair etched within his tone. His eyes fall on your necklace, the necklace that he gifted you. His eyes trail down to properly take you in and if he wasn’t astounded before by your mere presence he was now, “You look so beautiful, just like always.”

“Jake your dad is gonna make a speech-” Heeseung's voice bellows throughout the room and yet you and Jaeyun don’t take your eyes off each other. As Heeseung walks in he freezes at the sight of you. Over the years Heeseung silently forgave you, seeing his best friend move on with Yeoreum brought him some solace when he thought about what you did to Jaeyun, but now the anger that was dissipated through time is bubbling up again, “Y/N? What the fuck are you doing here?” His tone is surprised more than angry, but you can tell he’s fuming.

You don’t dare look at him. 

“You should get back to your engagement party." Nothing but a whisper as it comes out. You’ve lost him as quickly as you got him back. You did this, and now you need to deal with the consequences. Brushing past him and Heeseung you make your way back to Eunseo ignoring his hand that grazed your wrist in an attempt to stop you.

His family was here, his friends, people from your past that you wanted to forget. The pressure was starting to become too much as you rushed down the stairs before colliding with someone, “I’m sorry.” You bow quickly.

“Y/N?” Mr. Sim’s voice quips in astonishment, “What are you doing here?” His head comes down so his eyes are level with yours, “What-” He has no words, looking at the girl he thought was going to marry his son. 

“Mr. Sim, It’s nice to see you again” You bow but still avoid eye contact. “I’m sure you’re proud of Jaeyun.” 

“Darling, we thought something awful happened to you.” The sincerity in his voice made you look up at him, heartache carved in your features “Your mum and dad haven’t stopped worrying about you.” A hand is placed on your shoulder and as you look down you see Eunseo.

“Girl there you are! You took one long bathroom break.” She laughs and bows to Mr. Sim, “Ready for your speech, Sir?” Mr. Sim looks at you inquisitively before returning Eunseo’s bow.

“I’ve been preparing this speech for years, only some minor tweaks.” His eyes find yours and you start to think maybe he’s hinting towards the speech he would have given at Jaeyun and your engagement party. “Better head.” Lips forming a tight smile he descends the stairs. 

His words circle your brain. You understood your parents would worry but all of these years you never had to face it, not until your past was being pushed onto you. Eunseo takes your hand and pulls you to the dining area where people are gathered to make speeches and say their congratulations. 

Jaeyun strolls in behind Heeseung, his hands in his pockets before he notices his soon-to-be wife and wraps one arm around her. Tears threaten to spill as you watch the loving action. That should have been you. You should be marrying him, taking his second name, being his everything.

A fork clinks with a wine glass as Mr. Sim starts his speech. “Thank you everyone for coming. I will make this short considering I’m sure you’re all sick of us talking, especially when there is a free bar.” the people occupying the room laugh loudly and you see Yeoreum smile up at Jaeyun. It killed you but like always you put a smile on your face, “My son, he’s always been someone to wear his heart on his sleeve, always giving one hundred percent of himself to the person he loves,” Mr. Sims eyes fall on you and you feel like the speech is somehow directed to you, “Jaeyun deserves to have someone who loves him unconditionally, without prejudice, without pride, and always with his best interest in mind. I believe he’s found that.” 

Crushed. Your heart can’t take the rest of the speech as you walk out of the room and bolt for the entrance of the house. Heaving your chest to gasp for air you feel yourself clutching at your chest, if you hadn’t had a panic attack before in your life you would have thought you were having a heart attack. You breathe out harshly, gasping for air as you lean on the banister. Someone comes up behind you and places a hand on your shoulder gently. 

You hear muffled words but don’t take anything in as the figure guides you to sit on the steps, their hands rubbing your arms to keep you warm.

“Breathe for me, Y/N. He He Hoo or whatever.” You follow the words and inhale two breaths sharply and exhale extendedly. “That’s it.”

Your vision starts to come into focus as you see Heeseung in front of you, his Bambi eyes soft as his thumbs rub circles into your upper arms, “Keep doing that for me, okay?” He’s always been so kind to you, that you want to cry and he notices, “Hey, look at me, Y/N. Tell me about that band you used to like way back when.” Heeseung is trying to distract you but your brain is fuzzy and tears are rolling down your face, “The one with that rapper Jaeyun was always jealous of because you had him as your lock screen?"

“Monsta X?” you breathe out and he smiles lightly.

“Yeah, tell me about them. Are they still together?” His hands leave your arms as he discards his jacket from his body and wraps it around you.

Nodding you start to answer his question, “Yeah, they’re still together.” You sniffle and feel your heart start to slow down and breathe at ease, “Most of them are in the military now.” Your lips naturally form into a pout as you think about your favourite band being separated, not being whole until 2027.

“Sucks doesn’t it? I felt the same about ONF.” He laughs and so do you, letting out a singular sob as you do so.

“I didn’t mean to come here, Hee. Her sister is my best friend.” His eyes go wide and then looks down, his hands finding their way to your knees. 

“Y/N, you can’t be here. He finally moved on.” There is a pleading intertwined with sorrow in his voice and you slowly nod. “He’s happy.”

“Heeseung?” Jaeyun’s voice pierces through you, the warmth from Heeseung’s jacket becoming null as goosebumps prickle your skin. “Can I talk with her?” 

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, man.” They’re talking like you aren’t even there and a part of this too yet your voice is too weak to speak up and share your thoughts. Tension is looming in the air as Heeseung gives the man you love a stern stare, but Jaeyun has always been stubborn when it comes to you. If he can’t talk to you now he will find a way. However, for now, at least, Jaeyun listens to his best man, and with one more glace to your fragile body he heads back to his party. It hurts him to see you like this, he wants nothing more than to swoop you up and take you in his arms like he used to all those years ago.

The party continues as you head back in making your way to the guest bedroom, giving excuses to those asking simply saying you’re tired from travelling. You miss him being yours. That was the real exhaustion.

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The party ended a couple of hours ago, the once loud and busy foyer now dark as you tip-toe down the stairs, heedful to not wake anyone up. It’s 5 am when you awake dying of thirst and decide to leave the comfy double bed of the guest bedroom and get a glass of water. Looking around you see empty wine glasses, a few smashed ones lined up on the long table just beside the stair banister. It truly was a magnificent party and in any other circumstance, you would have had a great time. Yeoreum’s family is lovely and welcoming it’s no wonder they have so many friends, and no wonder Jaeyun fell in love with her and fit so perfectly as her soon-to-be husband. 

A leak of light bleeds from the kitchen and you presume an under-unit lamp is still on but as your feet scuffle into the kitchen you see a broad back staring at you. Taking in the figure you notice their blue and yellow checked pajama bottoms and casual black t shirt evidently not intended to be worn together but clearly the first thing they could find. 

A creak sounds from under you alerting them of your presence causing them to whip around. Jaeyun. One of his eyes was shut indicating he was not long up himself, his dark hair fluffy and tussled but still slightly in place due to the remnants of styling wax. He takes your breath away every time.

“Hi.” You whisper and make your way to the fridge. Heeseung was right, it wasn’t a good idea to speak to each other. When you saw Jaeyun again after all these years you thought he would be mad, scream at you to get out, seething in hate, but that was never who Jaeyun was. Instead, you felt his love shooting through you and that was the dangerous part.

“It’s late.” His eyes never leave you as he watches you pour a glass of filtered water. 

“Or early.” You shrug and lean against the unit not daring to look at him. “I guess it depends on whether you went to sleep or not.” you mumble, small talk never being your thing. 

Jaeyun still feels like he’s in a dream. Your presence is haunting yet he hasn’t felt more at home. Just the simplicity of you being in this kitchen is enough for him to experience contentment he hasn’t felt in years. Not since then. 

“When did you get engaged?” The question punches him slap-bang in the middle of his chest, the wind escaping his body. 

With his head hanging low and his middle finger tracing his coffee mug he muttered, “ A few months ago.” to which you nodded and pursed your lips. “What about you?” he questions back, “you seeing anyone?”

“No.” It’s sharp and direct but you don’t want to touch on the subject any further, you didn’t want to accidentally divulge that you couldn’t get over him, not when he was sitting afore you an engaged man. It’s embarrassing.

Jaeyun sucks in a breath and holds it as if he was going to say something but in his hesitance, you speak up again. “Eunseo, she’s my best friend.” giving the information as a way to explain why you’re here. “I didn’t know it was you getting married to Yeoreum, I promise.” Your eyes are begging for him to look at you so he can see the sincerity in your words but he never does, opting to just nod slowly. “I’ll make up an excuse to get out of here before the wedding.”

“Why did you leave, Y/N?” Jaeyun’s voice is soft but laced with hurt, “Tell me why because for 4 fucking years I still haven’t been able to figure it out.” 

No words come out of your mouth, instead, you bite your lip trying to pluck up courage, suddenly the idea of him looking at you made you uncomfortable but of course, now his eyes are on you. “You owe me that much.”

“I-,” You place the glass of water down and grip the counter behind you tightly, “I…I didn’t get into any colleges that I applied for, none near Busan. Only one accepted me but it was a few hours away.” His eyebrows are crossed in confusion as he asks, “What do you mean? I thought you only applied for ones near Apollo. We had planned-”

“My grades weren’t good enough to get into any colleges in Busan.” There is a slight venom in your tone but it’s not directed at him but rather yourself. “If I had told you I wasn’t going with you, I was scared you would give up your dream school and just fuck it all off to be with me.” You finally look at him and the confusion is dispelling from his face as you continue, “You said it yourself, you would have gone anywhere if it meant being with me. I couldn’t ask you to do that. I would live with the guilt every day, watching you attend a subpar college all because of me. I loved you Jaeyun I couldn’t do that to you.” 

Jaeyun doesn’t miss the past tense usage of ‘love’ but he rewinds, “So you left our relationship because…it would be long distance?” 

“Jaeyun it wasn’t just that, I did think about long distance but I knew you would grow at college without me, i kept thinking about what you said. The whole slowly breaking away from each other because we become different people stuff got in my head and I couldn’t bear to slowly lose you, so I-”

“So you thought leaving me without a word was the right way to go? Y/N we could have worked it out, we would have figured out a solution.” Jaeyun stands up and walks over to you, “I didn’t mean to pressure you into moving, or applying for the same college, or fuck even making you doubt our chances at long distance.” His hand naturally caresses your cheek as you let a tear slip.

Shaking your head you look up at him, “I was stupid and I didn’t want you to worry about me, you already had so much going on between work and school. But look, you went to college and you grew up, look at what you have.” Your hands gesture upstairs to where Yeoreum sleeps peacefully unaware of what is transpiring in her parent’s kitchen.

“We could have had this Y/N. You could be the one I’m marrying if you just let me look after you like a boyfriend is supposed to if you trusted me enough.”

“I did trust you.”

“Not enough to tell me what was going on when I gave you that ring. Y/N-” He huffs out loudly and drags a hand through his hair. “That should have been your opening to talk to me about all this. I love you so much I would have made long-distance work.” His deep eyes are searching into yours. All these questions he has and you can’t answer or retaliate to any of them. “When I gave you that ring and made that promise to be yours forever I wasn’t fucking around okay? I meant it.” He lets out a dry laugh and takes your hands in his. “Baby, I love you.”

You stand too stunned to speak. Here Jaeyun was after all these years still hopelessly yours. An engaged Jaeyun was still in love with you. You want to let out a laugh of disbelief but you’re frozen. The room is silent except for the annoyingly loud hum of the refrigerator. 

Jaeyun notices how your eyes fall to his lips as he licks them wet, taking the opportunity to lean forward just enough that his breath hits yours. If your lips touch you no doubt know you won’t ever let him go. 

“Jaeyun…”

Footsteps are heard behind you both and you push Jaeyun away forcefully but despite the other presence making themselves known, his eyes never leave your tear-glassed ones. “Baby,” he whispers just loud enough for you to hear but you shake your head and barge past him, head down so the other person doesn’t see you. “Y/N?” Jaeyun calls out, reckless abandonment is telling him to chase after you but as he feels an arm stopping him to a halt he looks up and sees Heeseung. 

“Jake, don’t.”

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Stirring in your sleep you groan as you hear a plethora of laughing coming from downstairs causing you to take the pillow from under you and suffocate your ears with it. After last night’s tragic events you just wanted to go home. Nothing would make you happier than to catch the first bus back to your flat and rewatch every episode of Fleabag to take your mind off of everything. Jaeyun was still in love with you and selfishly you hoped he hated you after what you did, that way your heart wouldn’t leap at every word he said. 

Baby, I love you

You shake the thought away and give in, sitting up and looking around the room. Eunseo is gone, probably downstairs being the reason for everyone’s laughter you think to yourself. With a huff, you pull the covers off your body and immediately feel the cold breeze causing you to shiver. You don’t know if it's a coincidence or not but as goosebumps rise on your legs and arms, Jaeyun’s laugh is heard over everyone else. You missed his laugh so much, your heart had a shot of pain pierce come on so suddenly. There was a glimmer of sun outside that made your necklace sparkle as you proceeded for the door.

It was as if your ears could only hear Jaeyun as you walked quietly down the stairs. “If it’s Yeoreum making him laugh I might kill myself.” you mutter, pulling your hair up in a pony. It’s dramatic but right now you can’t face to see them in love, it hurts. You’re hurting.

“Y/N! You’re awake!” Euneo stands up and scurries to the kitchen, grabbing a plate for you, “Mum just made breakfast.” 

“Hey! I helped.” Yeoreum faked offence which Eunseo simply rolled her eyes in response. She handed you the plate before you could tell her you weren’t hungry. “Sit down, Y/N, please.” Eunseo’s mum points to the empty chair at the comically large table, you suppose she does have a large family. 

Luckily for you, the seat was situated far enough away from Jaeyun that you could avoid him, unfortunately, you couldn’t avoid his eyes burning holes into the side of your face. You ignore him and scan the feast of food before you and you wonder if this is what it was like for Annie in Parent Trap when Chessy made a buffet of all her favourites. “Eat up, Y/N, there is plenty here.” Yeoreum and Eunseo’s mum says.

“Thanks, Mrs. Son.”  You pick up a few hash browns and start to eat one. That’s when you become aware of the enemy of all condiments, black pepper. It was a great tool in the kitchen, adding a little flavour and spice. Not for you though, the black powdered devil always makes your tongue itch. Who the fuck puts black pepper on hash browns? You think to yourself, face scrunching and teeth running along your tongue as you pour yourself a glass of water and take a huge swig. It does nothing at all so you go to excuse yourself to get a glass of juice or anything with taste but before you can there is a glass of apple juice placed beside you. Glancing up you see Jaeyun placing the cup with a knowing look on his face.

Of course, he knew. He knew everything about you and with the face you were pulling it was one he had seen too many times at restaurants.

“Why the fuck would they season their food with this, like, isn’t that what these are for?” You grabbed a pepper shaker and started waving it in his face. You had both gotten back from a day-turned-overnight trip to the beach and stopped off at a service station in the middle of nowhere, the diner was quaint with an American feel to it, undoubtedly your favourite kind.

“Princess I think your weird tongue is the only one that would complain.” Jaeyun laughed and swapped your eggs for his bacon. “There, now there is no pepper in sight.” He also passed over his apple juice with a bright smile.

“Take this.” His deep voice pulled you back to reality. Thanking him you take the cup and chug it quietly, but everyone's eyes are on you.

“You don’t like the food, Y/N?” Mrs. Son says not offended but certainly not pleased. Waving your hand quickly you swallow the liquid and explain, “No, it's lovely Mrs Son, me and pepper just don’t go well together.” 

Yeoreum looks at Jaeyun with furrowed brows but doesn’t question it. There is a massive part of him that knows he should have left you to deal with it yourself so as to not raise suspicion but his instincts kicked in. He takes Yeoreum’s hand and kisses the back of it tenderly. It stings your heart.

“So,” Mr Son claps his hands diverting the attention to him, “I thought since the whole wedding party is here we should get to know each other. We will be family once Saturday passes after all.” A groan comes softly from your right and you turn to see Heeseung with his eyes shut. 

“If he makes us play charades I’m passing my best man duties to literally anyone else.” He whispers to you which causes you to snort laugh and bite your mouth shut. You miss Heeseung’s smile as he watches you. He always did love you like a sister despite everything. He knew this situation wasn’t just hurting Jaeyun and after last night he was sure you were just as heartbroken as he was.

“We’re going to have a friendly game of football!”

“Dad, I can’t get bruised before my big day!” Yeoreum exclaims, her arms wrapped around her body to protect her from an imaginary ball flying at her. Jaeyun laughs and rubs her arms, “Reumie I don’t think your dad means you guys.” 

Heeseung’s hand lands on your shoulder as you watch the loving act. They did look good together you couldn’t lie about that. Their energy matched, they would make the most beautiful children to ever walk this earth, and even their sense of style was similar - casual but fashionable. 

“I was going to say 5 v 5, there are enough men here right?” Mr Son starts counting around the table as Heeseung slowly slides down the chair, his eyes hidden behind this hand as he pretends to rub his forehead. 

“I thought you liked football, Hee?” You whisper but he shakes his head violently. 

“Used to. I have since grown a great distaste for it, especially with Yeoreum’s cousins. They’re brutal and leave me bruised.” he mutters the last few words and you laugh leaning close.

“Aw is Hee scared of a little bruise.” He doesn’t appreciate your taunting yet he smiles and rolls his eyes. “You’re almost as good as Jaeyun, you can handle yourself I mean look.” You sneakily point to one of the cousins who is on his 3rd plate of food, “He’s going to be so full he can’t move, stick by him and you’ll look like Messi or something.”

Heeseung laughs out loud, “Oh! Heeseung I almost didn’t count you.” Mr Son claps, “That makes 10!”

Heeseung’s tongue pokes the side of his face as his rage-filled eyes look right into yours. You mouth a half-hearted ‘sorry’ and hold in a giggle. “I’ll kick the ball in your face.” He warns but you’re too busy chuckling to notice. 

Eunseo’s eyes meet yours with her eyebrows raised. Giving her a confused look you knit your eyebrows together to ask her what that look on her face is for but she simply smirks and looks at Heeseung. Fuck. You forgot that was her favour to you, to set you up with the dishy best man. Oh if only she knew. You and Heeseung were so out of this world impossible that you had to fight to hold in your laughter. 

“What’s so funny?” Heeseung whispers and his lips graze the shell of your ear. You quickly turn around and his face is incredibly close to yours. Eunseo must be loving this.

“Eunseo promised to set me up with the hot best man. That was my bribe to get me here.” A shallow laugh leaves his throat and he sits up, hands pointed to his chest.

“I am hot to be fair.” He jokingly smirks causing you to hit his chest playfully. “What? Do you not think so?” 

“I know so. It’s just how cocky you are about it all,” Heeseung’s lips part to say something but you stop him, “If you’re going to make a joke about your dick I don’t want to hear it, Hee.” he shuts his mouth instantly. You missed this just as much as you missed Jaeyun. The banter between you and your friends is what kept you from losing your mind most of your high school days, and right now it’s taking your mind off this ridiculous situation. 

“Eunseo tried it on with me once,” Heeseung says while eyeing her up and giving her a wave. 

“But she acted like she didn’t know you? When she brought you up it was as if she had never met you.” He scoffs as you recall the conversation in the cafe.

“I rejected her, she’s not my type. Plus, she wanted double dates all the time, and don’t get me wrong I love Jake and Yeoreum but they’re insufferable. Kinda like you and hi-” He halts himself mid-sentence and looks at you apologetically. “Sorry.” You wave it off and pretend it doesn’t hurt you to hear before he continues, “I probably shouldn’t say this but if it’s any consolation, he isn’t half as infatuated with her as he was you.” It does bring some solace but you try not to let it sit in your mind too long. 

“I’m not having a great time with it but at least he’s happy.” You mumble playing with your fingers and picking at the skin. Heeseung’s big hands encase your smaller ones as he squeezes them discreetly.

“You’ll always be his first love, just remember that. And who knows,” He leans back in his chair with that smug look on his face once again, “Your next love might be the hot best man.” 

Pinching the bridge of your nose you can’t help but laugh again. “Heeseung please shut up.”

While you and Heeseung were talking, none of you noticed Jaeyun staring purposefully as if his eyes could pry you two apart. He wasn’t jealous, no, he was just wishing he was with you both like old times, laughing with you as if no time had passed. Yeoreum strokes his arm lightly and looks up at him. “Jakey, you okay?” to which Jaeyun hums and turns to her, kissing her forehead lightly. “Never better, Reumie.” Lies but as his lips touch her head he remembers last night and how his lips felt like they had found their way home.

“Okay! Let’s go and get ready for a full day ahead. The game starts in an hour.” Mr Son’s voice bellowed throughout the dining area.

“Come on,” Heeseung takes your hand and leads you to the kitchen, “You’re eating something before you’re tormented by the whole aunt brigade.” Heeseung’s always been so sweet. Whoever ties him down is going to be the luckiest girl in the world.

__

The game had been on for 20 minutes and you can’t escape the daggers coming from Mrs. Sim across the table. Of course she’s mad, you hurt her precious baby boy, you completely understand but that doesn’t make it any less uncomfortable. She liked you a lot before everything went down, always treating you like her own but now it’s like her heart turned cold towards you, a contrast to her husband who seems to actually tolerate you enough to be civil. Meeting the Sim family again was beyond awkward but you were thankful none of them let on to the others about you and Jaeyun’s history. 

“My Jakey is so good at football. He said he used to play in high school.” Yeoreum gushes, her hands clasped beside her cheeks as she watches her fiance on the garden lawn.

“Yeah, he was the captain in high school. Almost got a scholarship but he didn't want to do that professionally.” You say and sip at your white wine and lemonade top. 

“How do you know he was captain?” The question comes from Eunseo and you nearly choke on the sweet wine. Shit 

“Yes Y/N, how do you know?” Mrs. Sim quips and you want to die. You look over at the men on the field and panic trying to find any rhyme or reason you would know that information. Maybe I should put on a strip and join them, a ball to the face would be less painful. 

“Oh, um, me and Jae- Jake spoke about it at the party. Getting to know him and all that.” your words are rushed and your hand reaches for the bottle to pour more wine. Admittedly, this is probably the last thing you should be doing, getting drunk and not running your mouth was never something that came easily. The party of girls nod and accept your answer. You need to be more careful. You don’t dare look at Mrs Sim with the fear of being obliterated on the spot. 

“You got this, baby!” Yeoreum shouts loudly and gains the attention of Jaeyun, his smile bright as he waves, his eyes never leaving yours. You smile back and give him two thumbs up. He starts to wipe his face with the bottom of his t-shirt to gather the sweat. It gives you a peak of his lower abdomen and you feel like a Victorian man seeing an ankle for the first time. 

The mind is a powerful tool and also your greatest enemy at the moment as you recollect every time you kissed down his stomach, sometimes leaving hickeys to mark him as yours. You remember how his jaw would slack open the lower you got, the moans that would fall from his lips as your tongue trailed from his belly button to the top of his boxer waistband. When his dick was pressed against that very stomach you would trace your fingers touching everything but his cock. You swallow hard, thighs clenching together, you can’t think these thoughts but fuck it was so easy.

Jaeyun notices your face change and smirks, biting his lip and ogling at your thighs rubbing against each other just like you used to when you were turned on by him. His eyes dart to his fiances but she seems unbothered by his act. Heeseung comes up behind him and wraps an arm over his shoulder. “Dude this is rough-” he pauses and follows Jaeyun’s eyes, “What you looking at? Yeoreum? Y/N?” he whispers only your name and it makes Jaeyun sigh.

“Let’s just get back to the game yeah? Sooner we beat these old men the sooner I can have a beer.” Heeseung laughs and claps his best friend’s back.

While you're zoning out, your best friend speaks up. “Heeseung looks good, huh Y/N?” Eunseo giggles and nudges your shoulder with hers. “I thought I saw him flirting with you earlier.” You laugh and shake your head dismissively. 

“Nah he was just engaging in conversation.” Everyone is looking at you waiting for you to elaborate, “Oh, it was just usual chit-chat. Weather, work, small talk stuff.” 

Eunseo doesn’t buy your chatter, she’s convinced after seeing you both this morning that you two will be the next wedding she attends. “Y/N, he was all over you at the table!” Eunseo chimes and tries to recreate the scene for the other girls at the table, “He was all like touchy, and your faces were like here!” Her nose brushes yours to which you laugh it off and push her lightly, shaking your head.

“Well I think you should try to speak to him more, he seems interested.” Yeoreum says and you try not to laugh in her face.

Mrs Sim snorts and sets her wine glass down. “Yeoreum, honey, Y/N isn’t his type. He likes classy girls, loyal girls with a good sense of worth.” Ouch. It was probably deserved but shit did that prick your heart. Eunseo looks at you confused but you shrug and don’t pay attention to it.

“Heeseung isn’t my type either.” you mutter. Yeoreum leans her elbow on the table and places her face in her palm as she asks, “What is your type then, Y/N?”

Jaeyun.

“Eh, I like guys who are sweet, um, they laugh at stupid jokes,” You start to look at Jaeyun as you continue, “I like when guys are attentive and know things about you that you don’t even really know yourself because they listen to every little thing you say.”

The girls around the table are gawking at you, “Y/N? Have you ever been in love? You must have been!” One of the bridesmaids asks excitedly. You shrug your head to the side and laugh.

“Once upon a time but that was forever ago.” You slyly look at Mrs. Sim and it was astronomically the worst decision. Her face was overcome with disgust.

Ironically, it’s Yeoreum asking the question now, “Tell us about it. Wasn’t he the ‘one’”. How do you say to her that your love, the one you want to spend forever with, is hers? 

“I think he was but I was an idiot, too young to understand that we should have fought through our challenges rather than me running away from them.” The honesty in your voice is raw and you’re holding down the tears. One of the bridesmaids asks, “How do you know someone is the one?” 

“J-” You almost say his name but smoothly continue without anyone noticing, “You know because there is an easiness in loving someone you know you're going to spend your life with. It comes naturally like breathing. There’s no trying to impress, no hiding parts of you. You both love each other like it’s the only thing you know how to do right. Even if you're apart, when you eventually come back together you slide right back into where you left off. Your love is infinite." 

Yeoreum starts to cry "That’s like me and Jake." The crowd of girls hurry to her side and hug her as she sobs, encouragements from her party saying how they are ‘meant to be’ flood your ears. While they are distracted you wipe a tear, that’s when you feel a hand hold yours. Mrs Sim has a mournful look on her face, her thumb swiping over the back of your hand now seated next to you. Its unexpected but this is a step up from the hateful glares and you’re more than thankful.

Her eyes hold a love for you just like those years ago, maybe it took you explaining your feelings for her to truly understand how sorry you were about the whole situation, opening her up to forgive you even a little bit.

Yeoreum composes herself, fanning her face with her hands as everyone proceeds back to their seats, everyone except Mrs Sim who stays by your side, forcing Eunseo to move to the opposite end. “Thanks, girls. Ugh I just love him so much.” 

Don’t ask it. Don’t ask it. Your brain is screaming to ask her the question that you know would set you off, “How did you two meet?” The words fall from your lips before you can catch them with your teeth.

A smile spreads widely across her face as her whole body turns to you. This is the first time you have properly examined her features and you wish you didn’t. Easily she is one of the most beautiful girls to ever exist, her small face but big features making her look otherworldly, her body is naturally slender, her black hair is long and sleek straight, her bangs fit around her face perfectly, her eyes gleamed with life and love. She was truly perfection. “We met at Apollo! You know the college in Busan?” Her eyes twinkle and you become jealous because in the past 4 years, your eyes have become dull and empty, “He was walking to class in the East block and I just thought he was the hottest guy I had ever seen.” 

Mrs. Sim delicately squeezes your hand but doesn’t spare a glance. Despite her feelings for you, she knows this isn’t easy for you and she doesn’t envy you in this situation at all. “I just walked up to him and asked him out. He was so reluctant at first, saying he was still getting over his ex,” she smiles at the memory, “and let me tell you, after that night he probably didn’t think about her again.” Yeoreum smirked as the girls squealed.

“Yeoreum, as his mother I don’t need to hear this.” Mrs. Sim scoffs, her face slightly disgusted. The bride-to-be mouthed a quick sorry and continued, “We went totally casual for a while, but you know how things escalate, he was in love with me by like the third time I met him.”

You nodded at her as she continued to tell you about her romance with the love of your life and you feel your heart slide its way into the pit of your stomach. It's nauseating how he found a love and you couldn’t even face dating anyone. But you couldn’t be mad, of course not, because you did this.

“Y/N?” You look up to see Heeseung and Jaeyun, both of them with their eyes on you purposefully. Yeoreum grabs Jaeyun’s hands yet his eyes don’t leave your face. Heeseung’s voice continues, “Can I grab you for a minute? I got a-” he pauses to think of an excuse, “I need a second pair of hands to bring out more drinks, yeah?” His eyebrow raises at you to follow along to which you nod and stand up. Noticing Eunseo’s stares you shake your head and give her a small smile. 

Heeseung’s fingers interlock with yours as he leads you away into the house and suddenly you feel like you can breathe again. “Y/N you okay? You looked like you were gonna throw up.” You look up at him, his 6”0 frame towering over you. 

“I’m fine, just asking questions I know I shouldn’t.” You let out a half-hearted laugh and smile sheepishly at him, “It’s okay. How was the game?” Proceeding to the kitchen you open the fridge to pick up the jug of margarita Yeoreum and Eunseo had lovingly made with way too much spirit and minimal mixers. 

“I still hate you for getting me caught, but we beat them so,” He shrugs and reaches from behind you to grab a six-pack of Peroni, “Wasn’t as eventful as your time at the interrogation table. I saw them all grilling you.” You snicker and disagree.

“Nah, they were just asking about my life, the usual.” It wasn’t the full truth but it wasn’t a lie either. 

Heeseung moves from behind you and leans against the kitchen island, one foot propped up on the base of the counter, swinging the beers between his legs. “How was Mrs. Sim? That must have been hard, I could feel her ice-cold stare from the other end of the garden.” He opens up the packet of 6 and hands you one, “Open this for me?” You nod and take it from him, setting the jug down to pop open the lid with the edge of the unit before giving it back to him. 

“I thought I was going to die I can’t lie, but then she was okay, I think?” You question the interaction in your head, “She was nicer to me as the afternoon went on, but I think it was pity.” Heeseung brings the bottle to his lips and sips the cold beer and his eyebrows lifted.

“I don’t think It would be pity, you know she loved you more than Jake, at least that’s what he always thought." He pauses and takes a sip from his bottle before dramatically pulling it from his lips and pointing towards you, "Fuck, didn’t she have your wedding dress practically paid for?” 

This was news to you and Heeseung guessed as much by the look on your face, “You didn’t know? She always went about how she had a separate savings account for you and Jake’s wedding. I think she still has it.”

You look at him quizically, “Wait, why would she still have it? Surely she would have put it to this wedding.” You search for a glass to pour the margarita into and wait for Heeseung to respond.

“Nah, they didn’t pay a penny for this. They don’t want him to marry her.”

“WHAT?!” You exclaim and turn around bug-eyed and mouth open, “What do you mean? His dad was saying all that nice stuff at the toast, and his mum looked like she was bursting with pride when Yeoreum was talking about Jake.” 

There was a silence in the air as Heeseung stepped forward and grabbed your shoulders, “They like her, but babe she isn’t you. Mr. and Mrs. Sim know Jake doesn-, you know what I shouldn’t be saying anything.” You plead with him to continue, gripping his hands that are placed on you, “Hee, please, Jake doesn’t what?”  

Just as Heeseung is about to divulge very useful information, Eunseo walks in with her hands up, “Ignore me, love birds, just came to get the jug of fun,” she spots it behind you and points, “Can you grab me that please?” 

Stepping back, Heeseung grabs the jug and hands it to Eunseo, “We were just coming out anyway, right angel.” 

Oh, you were going to murder him. His face smug and Eunseo’s mouth breaking into a large smile, you grab your glass and head out with them, Heeseung’s hands on your hips and lips to your ear, “Let me give her what she wants.” You turn around, eyes scolding him.

“Don’t even think about it, and don’t think I’ll let our little conversation go either.” As you walk and warn Heeseung, you’re already outside, a pair of usually wide, bright eyes, now thin as they watch you and his best friend joke around.

Jaeyun is seething.

#jake x reader #enhypen smut #enha smut #jake smut #jake sim ff #aj writes #this doesnt really have smut in it but whatever #i also did write like a good 1/3 of this drunk a while back so if I start to not make sense just ignore it lmao

[ponderingmoonlight]

How JJK men react when you fall asleep on them

Pairing: Nanami x reader; Gojo x reader; Inumaki x reader (first time yay, thank you @emzalot and @trysudio for the great idea <3)

Word Count: 3,4k

Warnings: not proofread because I really have to go to work right now lol, a little language here and there, otherwise fluff overload, will write a part ll of this so if you wanna get tagged leave a comment and let me know. Also, I'd appreciate it sooooo much if you'd interact with this fic and showed some support <3

Kento Nanami

It’s been a hell of a week. Work swallows you whole, curses appear like plagues out of nowhere. This summer seems to be worse than any year before, worse than anything you’ve ever witnessed despite the stinging fact that you are a grade 1 sorcerer.

“When was the last time you’ve slept, (y/n)?” Satoru questions playfully when you walk past him.

You have no energy for his bullshit right now, feet shuffling on the floor without a real aim. Oh, but you do have an aim-

Him.

“Can’t remember anymore. Let me go home now”, you mumble, heart beating a little faster just by the thought of it.

Going home means meeting him. After weeks of being apart, after weeks of not really seeing each other, you’ll finally come back home to him. Kento Nanami, the best boyfriend walking on this earth. Kento Nanami, who was the one who forced Gojo to talk to the elders in order to give you a few days off. Kento Nanami, who is the only thing on your mind except for sleep right now.

“Come on, let me drive you home, (y/n). No need for you to walk that whole way”, Gojo suggests.

You can’t argue. In fact, you don’t even want to. Even the thought of sitting for a few minutes seems like a relieve at the moment.

“Your man was really mad when he found out you were assigned for another bunch of missions this week, threatened to slap me if I don’t talk to the elders”, the man next to you comments amused while starting the car.

Kento is a calm and collected man, never too much of anything. But when it comes to you and your safety, he seems to put on another face.

Definitely a hot one.

“I hope he slapped you anyway”, you reply with a weak grin, earning a heartfelt laugh from Gojo.

“Not yet, but let me escort you to the door just in case.”

He stops the car, your numb body refusing to get up. You just started to get comfortable, maybe you’re able to rest your eyes on the passenger seat for a second…

“Come on, you just need to walk inside. Kento already waits for you.”

“Did you drive her here?”

Oh, that sweet voice. That sweet voice you get drunk on over and over again, that voice that lures you into relieving darkness. Now you’re save. Now you’re finally able to rest.

“Hey sweetheart, are you alright?”

His comforting touch caresses your cheek gently, you can tell he’s gazing down at you worried.  But as much as you want to lift you arms and finally embrace your boyfriend in a tight hug, as much as you are forcing your eyes to open and take in his striking sight, you simply can’t move.

“Let me carry you inside. You definitely need to rest now”, he mumbles.

Softly, he lifts you out of the passenger seat. You feel like melting away in an instant, the mixture of his masculine scent along with the warmth of his body being your personal heaven on earth. God, how much you love that man, how much adore that he stood up for you, that he lets you rest in his comforting arms right now.

“Thank you for helping me out”, Nanami addresses towards Gojo.

“No need for that. We’re buddies after all, right? And I don’t wanna get slapped by you. Good night, (y/n), sleep tight!”

As much as you’d love to bite back, your tongue is so numb you can’t even bring out anything apart from a minor groan.

Kento’s tall frame begins to walk, his tight muscles reflecting every little movement against your head. What a sensation it is, knowing that you’ll lay curled up next to him in bed within the next minutes.

“Missed you”, you mumble.

His touch brushes over your back comfortingly while he steps back into the warmth of your inviting home.

“I’m so glad you’re home again, sweetheart. But before you’re all mine, you have to catch up with your sleep. When was the last time you were able to rest?”

You can’t put a finger on it. Apart from a few short naps now and then, there was absolutely no chance to sleep for 3 hours straight within the last week. But telling Kento that definitely doesn’t seem like a good idea, not that you are able to build a straight sentence anyway.

“Don’t know”, you hush.

Gently, he lays you down onto your soft mattress. You curl up in an instant, taking in his scent inside the soft linen of your blanket. Oh, this feels like nothing but heaven. Especially because he positions himself next to you, pressing your back against his broad chest.

“Get your well-deserved rest. I won’t let something like that happen again”, he breathes against your ear.

“I love you, Kento. Thanks for standing up for me…”

His skilled fingers tuck a strand of hair that hangs in your face behind your ear before stroking your head just the way you like it.

“I will always look after you, (y/n). Now rest a little and tell me about the last weeks when you’re ready. I’ve already shopped for this evening, I want to cook your favourite meal for you.  And-“

He stops himself from talking, your low and steady breath making it more than clear that you are already sound asleep. With a small smile, Kento tucks you into the blanket and presses a kiss against your forehead. Oh, how much you deserve to finally rest, how lovely you look with your relaxed facial features and your head completely swallowed by your pillow

“Sleep tight, I love you more than anything else, (y/n).”

Satoru Gojo

“No offense, but you look like you haven’t slept in days.”

You can’t hold in a yawn, teary eyes staring at the man in front of you. That definitely was a rough mission. So rough that Satoru Gojo had to step in to save your puny ass. And if that wasn’t embarrassing enough, you can barely keep your eyes open. That fucking demon you weren’t able to exorcise all night, fucking Satoru Gojo who took forever to come to your rescue.

“I’m fine”, you grumble, avoiding his gaze at any cost.

Why on earth does it have to be him? Why Satoru Gojo instead of someone decent like Geto? Now, you’ll have to live with his stupid comments for at least some months.

“Baby, you look like you’re about to pass out.”

“Don’t call me baby”, you hiss through gritted teeth.

Get yourself together, keep your eyes open. Why on earth are you so damn tired right now? Maybe because you were fighting the whole night, maybe because you haven’t slept enough for ages.

“Feel free to rest a little, this car ride will take us some time”, Ijichi interrupts softly, gazing at you through the mirror.

“I’m fine”, you groan.

God, why is everything so damn annoying at the moment? Your eyes wander to the man next to you who just grins from ear to ear. It’s because of him, that fucker over there.

“Don’t worry, I will take care if something happens”, he assures you.

Urgh, you are too tired to deal with his shit-talking right now. You turn pointedly towards the window, staring into the rainy late morning. What time is it? You have no idea. All that you know is that you’ve been awake for more than 48 hours by now, your body being completely worn out and covered in bruises. Maybe Shoko will give you a decent pain killer that shoots you into another dimension. Yeah, that actually sounds nice.

Satoru’s eyes lay on you, how your body gets sluggish in the car seat with every passing minute. Until your head rests against the window, until your heavy eyes get the best of you and your mouth opens. Yes, you were completely worn out by the time he arrived. And it is more than well-deserved that you rest now. But why do you have to look this lovely while doing so?

“Is she asleep?”, Ijichi questions softly.

“Oh she definitely is. No wonder after that hell of a mission. Please turn the music down a little so she doesn’t wake up.”

Even though you’re always act cold towards him, Satoru can’t help but admire you from afar. You are so feisty, so strong, so lovely it takes his breath away. It seems like the only time he’s even able to look your way properly is when you are asleep.

And he enjoys every second of it.

Ijichi makes a sharp turn to the left, eyes widen in horror when another car is only inches away from crashing into him. Before Satoru is able to react, your body crashes against his, your head now resting against his shoulder. He holds his breath, heart almost beating out of his chest. He never came this close to you, not without you complaining. From here, you look even lovelier, your steady breath brushing against his neck in a way that makes him see start.

But you don’t seem to mind. No, instead your arm wraps itself around his as you rub your head against his shoulder in order to find a comfortable position.

“Is she still sleeping? I hope this didn’t wake her up…”

“Nah, she’s asleep”, Satoru mumbles.

The urge to touch you becomes almost unbearable. How is he supposed to sit still when you are cuddled against him like this? How is he supposed to not stretch out his hand when your hair looks so inviting, when he wondered about what your skin feels like since knowing you?

A little touch can’t hurt, right? A simple, innocent touch…

Slowly, his trembling fingertip brushes over your cheek. It feels like electricity is running through his veins where his skin meets yours. You really are strikingly beautiful, even when your face is squished against his shoulder, even when your mouth hangs slightly open. And oh, the perfume you wear smells absolutely intoxicating. How is it possible he never realized how good you smell?

“Hello?”

He stares at you with his eyes wide open, movement stuck in its tracks while you blink away the sleep and gaze up at him in drunken confusion.

“Are we there yet?”

“No, we’re still on our way back”, he explains briefly.

You look around, the realization of where you are slowly but surely hitting you like a wall. Oh god, is this Satoru Gojo you’re resting your head on? And is it his hand that cups your cheeks.

“I-Im so sorry!”, you stutter, instantly lifting yourself up and stroking your hair.

Fuck, why is this so embarrassing? Even Gojo’s cheeks get light pink while he avoids your gaze, fumbling with his hands frantically.

“Nah I’m sorry. Should have pushed you back…”

You swallow hard, death silence hanging in the air. Even though you only slept for maybe 10 minutes, you feel like you haven’t had such a good nap in a long time. Was is because of him? Is it because you feel…safe?

“Your shoulder was quite comfortable”, you mutter before you can stop yourself.

“Yeah, you think so?”

“Somehow, yeah…”

Is Satoru Gojo maybe not as bad as you thought? He could have yanked your body back into the seat immediately if he wanted to. Hell, you wouldn’t have been able to even touch him if he didn’t allow it. So maybe, just maybe he doesn’t hate you as much as you thought he does.

Just like you.

“Well, you can come over here anytime y’know.”

Your eyes dart towards him in an instant, looking for a single spark of dark humour on his face. But no. All he does is awkwardly smiling and patting his shoulder like he’s inviting you over.

Is this…Alright? Should you really do it?

“Your arm seems comfier than the window, so why not…”

Hesitantly, you loosen your seatbelt and slide into the middle seat right next to him. The warmth radiating from his body seems to swallow you whole in an instant, a yarn escaping you just by the thought of continuing your nap.

“Don’t you dare to tell anybody about this”, you mumble against his shoulder, eyelids already so heavy that you fail to keep them open.

“I will use this against you whenever I have the chance to.”

“Sato…”

Toge Inumaki

It’s hard to keep your eyes open when the old fart in front of you talks about his boring and made up adventures for over 2 hours by now. Not even the stinging fact that your crush is sitting next to you can keep you from holding your head in your hands, eyes slowly but surely closing.

Unexpectedly you feel a hand tapping against your forearm, ripping you out of your daydreams. Toge’s smile catches you off guard, sweeps you off the ground and almost off your chair. How embarrassing, did you really almost fall asleep while sitting next to him? Today was the first time you’ve had enough courage to ask him if he wants to sit next to you. How are you even able to be tired when he’s so close you can literally feel the heat radiating from his body?

With a firm smile, he slides a little note your way.

“Hey, don’t fall asleep”

You swallow, cheeks heating up in an instant. So he noticed? Oh no, earth should swallow you whole and get you out of this mess as soon as possible. Even though you can tell by his gorgeous eyes that he’s grinning, you can’t help but feel deeply ashamed.  

“Thank you”, you mutter through gritted teeth, eyes darting towards the old fart in front.

Why didn’t you go to sleep early tonight, why did you read through all of those chapters when you knew that you’ll have a lecture early in the morning? That slow burn just really got you. Oh, but the main character reminds you so much of him. Him, the boy who doesn’t speak in anything but sushi ingredients in order to save all of you from getting cursed. Him, whose smile could enchant entire nations. Him, who stole your heart since you’ve joined Jujutsu High along his side back then.

But why do you have to make it so complicated, why do you have to act so damn strange around him? Toge must think you’re a total freak, always admiring him from afar while never really talking much with him. Even though he agreed on sitting next to you today, he might have done it because he feels sorry for you.

Your head sinks deeper and deeper, eyes closing themselves before you are able to stop them. When you get home, you’ll definitely finish that enemies to lovers story you’ve read all night. Maybe you’ll be able to be proud of youself for asking him out when you’re back in your room. And just maybe, you’ll be able to ask him out on a date sometime. Maybe stargazing? Or watching a movie together. Just the thought of cuddling with him…

Toge’s eyes dart towards you. Considering your slow breaths and how your head rests in your arms, you definitely fell asleep. Gently, he shakes your shoulder and back, taps your arm and slides a note your way.

“Tuna tuna”, he mumbles inaudibly.

But nothing works. No, your body doesn’t move an inch except for your head that searches a comfortable position. Slowly but surely, your head threatens to wander off the desk, sending you straight towards the floor.

His eyes dart around frantically. What is he supposed to do now? He can’t let the old man notice you fell asleep and risk that you’ll hurt your head. But on the other hand…

Touching you is something he imagined quite often. Since he first laid his eyes on you, it was over. Searching for you in every crowd, sitting next to you as often as possible, protecting you at any cost. Yes, Toge Inumaki fell head over heels for you.

But somehow it seems like you aren’t that interested in him, avoiding his gaze as good as possible, always mumbling short answers only. It surprised him when you came up to him today and asked him to sit next to you, his heart still beating out of his chest just by your presence. Would you be mad, disgusted even if he grabbed you, even if only to save you from falling to the ground?

He clenches his hands into fists, watching in horror as you begin to slide down your chair. What is he supposed to do?

In the matter of seconds, his hands grab your uniform just before you’re about to fall to the floor, catching you just in time and pulling your head onto his lap.

Onto his lap.

You are laying in his lap.

Oh god, this feels so right. No, he has to focus, what will you think of him when you wake up like that? And what will the others do when they catch both of you in this strange-looking position? His face goes pale in an instant, hands desperately holding onto your back so you don’t slide down. This is bad, very very bad. But on the other hand…

No, he can’t enjoy the fact that you’re laying in his lap right now, he can’t allow to let himself fall like that. You are asleep, it would be disgusting to use you like that. Especially when you clearly don’t like him the way he likes you.

He has no other chance but to wake you up.

“Sake”, he mutters along with gently tapping your shoulder.

“Sake.”

You don’t react. Instead, you cuddle yourself into his lap, arm now resting across his legs. He closes his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath in and out.

“Sake!”, he hisses into your ear as loud as possible with somebody else noticing.

You jerk up, eyes darting around in confusion. What just happened? You must’ve fallen asleep. Urgh, that old fart is still talking…

“Tuna tuna?”

You blink at the boy next to you with doe eyes. He looks absolutely messed up, glossy orbs staring at you in pure horror. Oh no, did you do something embarrassing? Did you snore next to him? Or worse, did you drool?

Frantically, you wipe over your face. This is a nightmare and you’re still absolutely drained.

“I-I’m sorry”, you stutter.

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I’m just a idiot and went to bed way too late last night”, you blubber out.

Gently, Toge grabs the arm that is about to wipe over your face again mid-air and slides another note your way.

“You look cute when you sleep. Would you like to have a movie night when you’re fit again?”

You stare at the neatly written note with widen eyes. This can’t be real, right? Your crush didn’t just ask you out after you passed out on the desk during lecture. It’s like your tongue is stuck in your throat, mouth not able to move. This is way too good to be true, something you’ve dreamt about each and every night. Toge, having a movie night with you?

He stares at you nervously, how you blink over and over again in sheer disbelief. Oh no, was this a mistake, do you think he is a freak for asking you out on a movie night just after you fell asleep? What if you know that you laid in his lap, that he touched you without permission? This was a stupid idea, you made it clear multiple times that you aren’t interested in him like that-

“I…I’d love to”, you suddenly mutter so silently that Toge almost misses it.

“Salmon?”

“Yeah…I mean, if you’re still up for a meeting…”

“You two, will you shut up already? I’ll remove you from this class if you keep on talking!” the old man suddenly screams so loud that you flinch, sitting straight in your chair in an instant while your eyes dart towards him.

Toge shoves another note your way.

“I’m really excited about meeting you.”

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[kitten4sannie]

ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ꜰᴏʀᴍ | ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ

pairing: dilf! san x boytoy! wooyoung x fem! reader

genre: smut <3

summary: you search for a rebound at your local club after a break up. the club owner and his favorite boyfriend are there to satisfy your needs.

w.c: 3.3k

warnings: daddy dom kinda switch! san (almost chewed my fingers off writing him like this trust), dom! wooyoung (he’s kinda passively there when it comes to reader but i promise he’ll be more prominent in part two~), subby good girl! reader, woosan, alcohol use, reader is not drunk but sufficiently tipsy, daddy kink, dirty talk, pet names (angel, princess, pretty girl, etc), teasing, possessiveness, praise, voyeurism/exhibitionism, body worship, grinding, kissing, marking, fingering, double? blowjob? idk (san gets head while giving it too oop-) , deep-throating, slight hair pulling, snowballing

a/n: hii guess who’s back from the dead just in time for the cb? <3 and i brought a present ~ a naughty one hehe :3 the inspo came from those pics above bc they look so expensive and cunty and so yummy ugh and THEN san decided to strip at the mama awards and now i’m ILL and ready to howl at the moon anyways !!this is out of pocket like usual and i put my whole kitty into it okayyy so i hope you enjoy and pls lemme know if you’re excited for part two >< <33

song rec: incubator by ph-1, gun by doja cat, wine pon you also by doja cat feat. konshens (every time i hear the last part it reminds me of san’s dance cover hnnnnhgg)

“Girl, you better slow down on that drink,” the woman sitting beside you at the bar warned, resting her forearms down on the cool surface of the sleek marble countertop, continuing to watch you slurp down a long island iced tea. “I’m not about to hold your hair up for you later.”

“Can you leave me alone? I’m grieving over here, god,” you whined to her with your straw still in between your pouting, quivering lips, your eyes brimming with tears. “And for the record, he broke up with me over text. Text.”

She shook her head. “You are not about to cry over a man right now.”

You pushed your empty glass away, before dramatically pointing a finger into your chest, causing the strap of your dress to droop down your shoulder a bit. “You’re right, but I can still be a mess if I want to, thank you very much.”

“Well, you’re certainly achieving that,” she stated, idly sipping on her own drink, looking you up and down until you felt like you had to prove something to her.

“Okay, fuck this,” you muttered, pushing yourself off of the barstool and pulling your dress down where it was beginning to rise up near your ass, sniffling a bit.

“Where are you going?”

Pulling out a small tube from the v-neck of your dress to apply a fresh coat of lip gloss, you smacked your lips together and motioned your hand to the vast amounts of sweaty, drunk people grinding on each other on the opposite side of the club. “I’m gonna get some rebound dick. Don’t wait up.”

The woman smiled to herself as she watched you disappear into the sea of people, still just sipping on her drink. Little did you know, someone else was already waiting for you in that crowd. And they came as a package deal.

-

“I want her, Sannie,” Wooyoung chimed to the older man that was sitting beside him on the comfy VIP couch, the man’s arm wrapped protectively around his waist. The younger man took a finger off of his fruity drink to point at the woman that was feeling herself up with her body pressed to an unnamed man on the dance floor across from them, charmed by the unbothered, almost melancholic expression imprinted on her flushed face, like she was just waiting for someone like them to take care of her, to make her pretty face flush for a different reason.

San followed Wooyoung’s manicured nail until it led to the sight of you, a few wrinkles etched into his skin near his lips and where his eyes creased with amusement. “Mmm. Shall I leave you to your own devices then? Daddy can watch you seduce that pretty girl from here, can’t he?” His smile deepened when Wooyoung shifted beside him, his thigh pressing into San’s larger one, knowing his plaything was already getting hot under the collar. San held Wooyoung’s chin between his ringed fingers, leaning in to murmur, “And you’ll be a good boy and bring her to me once you get her nice and wet, won’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Wooyoung replied breathily, barely getting his words out when the man pulled him in for a heated kiss.

Just when Wooyoung began to lean into him, his hands resting on San’s leather-bound chest, the older man broke the kiss, wiping the other’s saliva from his mouth. “Get going, naughty boy.”

Despite being dizzy with need, Wooyoung nodded, obediently nodding as he stood up from the couch. He fixed his hair and checked his makeup, before heading into the sea of sweaty, lust-drunk people to find you.

You were almost too busy rolling your body along to the hypnotic flow of the house track that was bumping through the speakers around you to notice the warmth of someone else pulling you near him, his hand sliding onto the small of your back and his lips against your ear, goosebumps forming across your skin.

“Can I steal you away?” Wooyoung whispered in a low voice, smiling at your slow nod, your eyes practically dilating at the sight of him. You didn’t know angels frequented night clubs. That was news to you. The both of you silently watched as his veiny hands slowly slid onto your hips, his fingers squeezing into them just enough to make you shiver.

He brought you back against him with a gentleness that made you a little weak in the knees, moving his hips against yours, guiding you against his body to the pulsing beats of the song.

Desperate to be needed by the obscenely attractive stranger, you took it upon yourself to grind back against him, feeling his cock harden against your ass through his satin pants.

“Fuck, baby, don’t you know what’ll happen if you keep doing that?” he exhaled into your ear, his fingers moving down slightly to squeeze your thighs.

You turned your head back to meet his searing gaze, licking your lips, your eyelids lowering. “What’s going to happen?”

Glancing to the side to make sure San was still watching, which he was, with a hand clutching his upper thigh, Wooyoung looked back to you, his hands moving further outwards to feel the sides of your ass, encouraging your dress to move up little by little, replying, “We’ll have to play with you, angel.”

“Yes, please,” you breathed out, resting your head against his chest, allowing him to feel up your body, his hands groping along your abdomen to your tits, the cogs inside your head moving at a slower rate than usual. “Wait…did you just say…we’ll?” Just as you spoke, Wooyoung reached around to grasp your chin and guide it to the side, allowing you to spot the fiery-headed gentleman manspreading on the VIP couch across from you, his heated gaze alone making you throb. “Isn’t…that the guy who owns this place?”

“Mm, he owns a lot of things. You see, darling, even though I want you all to myself–” Wooyoung squeezed his hands around your barely clothed tits through your dress, making you moan. “San doesn’t like it when I don’t share with him.” His hands slowly moved down your front to your clothed cunt, feeling your wetness coat his fingers when he rubbed them against your clothed slit. All you could focus on was the way San shifted around on the couch, his hands gripping his thighs like his body was aching to be free from his tight ensemble, Wooyoung’s upcoming offer barely getting processed in your hazy brain. “Do you wanna meet him?”

One single nod was all it took for Wooyoung to take your hand with a knowing smile on his pretty face, like he could already tell what was about to go down that night, before guiding you past the crowd, the bouncers, and directly up to San, who was eagerly waiting your arrival.

As soon as you stepped foot into the exclusive lounge, the visual of the older man had your already weak knees ready to buckle underneath you now that you could see him up close. He was dressed head to toe in sleek, expensive leather. The top only had two buttons to support his front, his broad chest on full display for you to drool over. Your eyes eventually followed upwards until you got to his obscenely handsome face, his sharp, feline-like features bathed in the club’s sinful red lighting. Then, of course, the nail in the coffin was the dimpled smile he offered you, one that was so inviting that you didn’t realize you were being drawn to him like a moth to a burning flame.

“That’s right, go ahead and get nice and comfortable on my lap, sweetheart,” his words, sweet like honey, melted off his tongue in a low drawl, his limbs wrapping around you as soon as you sat down on his lap, resting one hand comfortably on your thigh, his other reaching up to play with your hair. “What brought you here tonight? To my pretty boy? To me?”

You gently hooked an arm around his neck to keep yourself upright, gazing at Wooyoung who sat beside you both on the couch, his fingers rubbing gentle circles around one of your ankles, before turning your head to look at the older man, trying to keep bad memories from flooding your brain.

San gently twirled your hair around his finger, urging in a deep, comforting voice, “Let it out. Don’t be afraid, princess.”

Your brain offered you a pleasant fuzziness instead. “I…had a bad breakup…I just really wanted to come here, get my back blown out, and forget about it all, you know?”

Wooyoung stifled a cackle, while San’s lower lip jutted out in a pout, his hand splaying across your upper thigh, slowly rubbing it up and down. “Poor angel. I bet he never made you feel needed, huh?” You mirrored his pout, shaking your head. “I can make you feel needed, baby. Do you want that?” A nod this time, your breath caught in your throat. San leaned in, pressing his lips to your warm cheek, murmuring, “Then, let Daddy take care of you, alright?”

And just like that, there were no rules anymore. No regulations. No holding back. Just you, two strangers, and a club full of people that couldn’t care less about what you were doing. San still held you in his lap, your trembling legs just barely spread open enough to allow his hand in between them, rubbing his thick digits against your cunt through your soaked panties, while Wooyoung had a front row seat. “Is it good for you, baby? Or do you want more?”

“More,” you exhaled, about to say something when San squeezed your clit roughly, making you gasp.

“More, what, princess?” San leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, whispering against them, “What’s my name?”

“More, Daddy,” you corrected yourself, just as San’s ringed fingers moved past your panties and slipped right inside you up to the knuckle, filling you up just enough to make your brain go fuzzy.

Wooyoung moaned just when you did, biting his lip at the sight of San’s veins popping out when he began to pump his fingers in and out of your squelching hole. “Fuck, that’s so hot…she’s so wet, Daddy…”

“She is, isn’t she?” San agreed, curling his fingers inside you until he hit the spot that made you drool, his lips suddenly latching onto your neck to leave his mark behind on your skin so you could remember exactly what you did when you woke up the next morning. “Look at you, taking my fingers in your tight little cunt like this. Such a good girl.”

“Uh-huh,” you could barely verbalize, whining at his words, clenching around his digits. You could barely focus on anything else except for the older man’s thick fingers stretching you out, his rings offering you a pleasure you didn’t realize you needed in your life, though Wooyoung’s warm hands on your thighs and gentle smile kept you from getting too lost in the moment.

However, San was in the same boat as you, his trapped, throbbing cock already leaking so much pre-cum that he was about to lose it, encouraging him to suggest, “Mm, but you need Daddy’s cock, don’t you?” He watched you give him a weak nod, knowing you were on the edge of orgasming from the way your body began to lock up. “I should just fuck you dumb right here for everyone to see. Have you make a big mess on this couch. It’s my club, after all. Why shouldn’t I do what I want?” He sped up the pace, practically pounding his fingers into your cunt, your arousal leaking down your shaking thighs, continuing to dispel filthy words for only you and his boytoy to hear. “Fuck, they’ll enjoy seeing a pretty thing like you fall apart on my lap, won’t they? See this cunt of yours stretch around my cock and take my cum inside. Mmm. See the way I make you mine.”

Everything was too much. The crowded room. The possibility of someone’s eyes on you. San’s filthy words. His fingers jammed inside your soaked cunt. Wooyoung’s unwavering gaze, his hands squeezing into your thighs. The unrelenting pleasure coursing through your body. You ended up cumming so hard, you saw stars, not even realizing San was silencing your pleasured cries until you felt his lips on yours and his tongue push into your open mouth. Just as San pulled away, Wooyoung took his place, tasting the alcohol on your tongue, before gently tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth.

“Should we go to your office now, Sannie?” Wooyoung asked the older man, his hooded eyes flitting between San’s and yours, neither of you even having to speak another word before you all got up from the couch.

-

“Whoa,” you murmured to yourself, looking around the expansive room, the interior matching the rest of the sleek club. Aside from the small computer desk setup in the corner, there was a large bed with satin sheets that took up a good portion of the room, but most of your attention was on the mirrors that were perfectly positioned on either side of the bed, as well as the ceiling. “Mirrors?”

“Sannie likes to watch himself,” Wooyoung giggled, rubbing the small of your back in comforting circles, leading you to the bed alongside San who sat down on the edge of it, looking up to you and Wooyoung who stood behind you, running his hands along your sides up to your shoulders, before taking hold of the zipper of your dress.

“I like to watch pretty angels like you come undone too. Watch the lust take over you until you’re covered in sweat and cum,” San mused, gazing into your eyes until Wooyoung slowly pulled the straps of your dress down, the both of them watching it fall from your body. Groaning, San began to mirror Wooyoung’s actions, unbuttoning his blazer, then pulling it off and revealing an expanse of smooth tan skin, the muscles in his arms flexing as he began to unbuckle his pants. Once San’s pants hit the floor and his thick, veiny cock sprung up, you found yourself sinking down to your knees, your mouth watering at the sight of pre-cum dribbling down the man’s reddened cockhead. “What do you want, princess? Tell me.”

“Your cock,” you requested immediately, settling your hands on his strong thighs. “In my mouth, please.”

“Ahh…?” San tilted his head to the side, his eyebrows raising up slightly.

“Daddy,” you replied swiftly, leaning in to rub your cheek against his hot, throbbing length, pouting, licking at the pre-cum that dripped onto your face. “Please.”

“Good girl. So dirty for me. Aren’t I a lucky man?” San let out a satisfied sigh, reaching down to wrap a good amount of your hair around his fist, holding it in a ponytail so that he could see your face, before sliding his cock into the hot, slick haven that was your mouth and throat. “That’s it, suck it nice and hard, princess. Show me how much you like having Daddy’s cock in your mouth.”

You reciprocated, throating his cock the best you could, choking and gagging occasionally, digging your fingers into his thighs.

“Mmm, there you go. You’re so good for me, angel. Don’t stop, okay?” San praised, closing his eyes, gripping your hair, slowly thrusting himself into your open mouth, delighted by the lewd sounds of your moans and the squelching sounds coming from your throat. Once he felt Wooyoung’s fingers slide into his hair and grip it, San looked up, watching Wooyoung lift one leg up onto the edge of the bed, the younger man’s eyes full of hunger.

Finally getting your throat to relax completely, you simply continued to take San’s cock in your throat, having to blink the remaining tears away to see San clearly — though nothing could prepare you for the sight of Wooyoung guiding San’s head downwards, his twitching cock disappearing inside San’s willing mouth.

“Fuck, it feels so hot,” Wooyoung panted, a bit of drool leaving his plump lips, thrusting deeper until he entered San’s throat, the older man’s groans vibrating onto Wooyoung’s balls each time they touched his chin. “Daddy acts so big and bad all the time, but he just loves getting cock rammed down his throat, huh?”

Wooyoung knew him so well. That’s why he was his favorite, well, aside from the angel that was taking him to heaven with only her mouth. San reached up with his free hand to massage Wooyoung’s balls, guiding his mouth along the younger man’s cock himself, sucking him off like he was made for it, like he always did.

Letting go of San’s hair to touch his own body, shuddering at all the pleasure at his disposal, Wooyoung gazed down at you, watching you obediently take San’s cock, the man’s hand still wrapped up in your hair and tugging at it. “Look at you go. You look so pretty when your mouth’s stuffed with cock, angel. You’re gonna make my Daddy cum so hard for you, huh?”

Squeezing your thighs together around your hand that was playing with your dripping cunt, you nodded your head, swearing you were about to cum just from what was happening around you, knowing San was in a similar place from the way he started to involuntarily buck his hips up into your mouth.

“Don’t swallow and save some for me, baby, okay? Don’t be stingy,” Wooyoung reminded you in a strained, breathy voice, almost falling over from the way San gripped one side of his hips, a string of obscenities falling from his lips when the man forcefully drove his throbbing cock into his hot throat, about to see god herself when San’s throat began constricting around his length like a pussy would. “Fuck, gonna cum, Sannie.”

San pulled back, a few thick strings of saliva connecting his swollen lips to Wooyoung’s dripping tip, his hand closing around the base to jerk him off. “Cum on Sannie’s face, will you? Make a big fucking mess for me.”

Wooyoung whined and panted, San’s slick hand moving quickly along his length, trying not to choke on his spit and moans, barely able to stay upright, but thankfully San had a good grip on his hips.

San looked down at you, licking the saliva from his lips, pulling out just enough so that his thick cockhead rested on your tongue. “Are you going to take this load? Hmm? Want it?”

“Yes, fuck, Daddy, please give it to me,” you begged, panting heavily, your fingers about to slip out of you from how fast you were moving them.

“Oh god, here it comes, angel,” San groaned out, squeezing around the base of Wooyoung’s cock, making him let out a broken, high-pitched whine.

Your combined pleasure came rocketing up to an intense peak, sending the three of you into a mindnumbing state of ecstasy. Thick, hot spurts of liquid came raining down on San’s face, just as his load shot out onto your tongue and down your throat, your own release soaking into the velvet carpet underneath you.

Fading out of reality during the majority of your high, your ears ringing, it took you a minute to realize that someone’s mouth was on yours, their fingers cupping your face. Opening your glossy eyes, you watched in a daze as Wooyoung took his sweet time slurping San’s cum off of your tongue.

San gripped Wooyoung’s hair and brought his head back, parting his lips and allowing Wooyoung to shovel his own cum into his mouth, swallowing it down with a low, pleased groan.

Pleased with the sin that was taking place in front of you, you took it upon yourself to drag your tongue across San’s chiseled jaw to his cheek, collecting some of Wooyoung’s release into your mouth, only to press your lips to his, letting him taste himself. Wooyoung moaned into your mouth, deepening the kiss, until San pulled you away from each other.

“Haven’t had enough, you two?” San chuckled, running a hand through his sweaty hair.

“No~ Not after that,” you giggled, rubbing your cheek against San’s palm when he caressed it.

Wooyoung wrapped his arms around you, looking at San with a sweet smile, his long eyelashes fluttering. “Can we keep her, Daddy? I promise I’ll take good care of her.”

Little wrinkles formed near San’s eyes once he smiled at you. “I suppose so.”

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Werewolf Au! Jungkook x Reader / Enemies to Lovers [Angst and mature content. Not smut but almost smut.]

Summary: Jungkook finally found her. His mate. His lifelong partner. But she’s a human. Does he have to stay with her or can he stick it to whatever and whoever binds mates together and make his own decision? ***THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR PATIENCE. I PROMISE I WON'T MAKE YOU WAIT THIS LONG AGAIN***

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You rang in the new year with some coworkers. The night was a blur of lights, laughter and music. Despite being a lightweight, you didn’t get as drunk as you thought, in fact, you were barely tipsy. It was hard to have fun when your reality didn’t even feel real. You had all the ingredients to drink your heart out: you met who was supposed to be your soulmate, you find out that mythical creatures are real and your best friend in the whole world has been hiding all of this from you for a year. To add more salt to the wound, Jennie spent Christmas and New Years with the pack. Sad wasn’t quite the right word for how you felt, maybe confused or disoriented? You had been in a haze since the last time you saw everyone trying to figure out if the past weeks were real or not.

After Jungkook dropped you back off at the cabin, Namjoon decided that you should leave for your safety. Apparently having someone as unpredictable as Jungkook free from his chains while his mate was hanging out with other men was not a good idea even after you told Namjoon that Jungkook actually saved your life. Namjoon took you home that night and advised you to keep your distance for a while. He seemed sad when he dropped you off and truth be told, you were kind of sad too. You had a fondness for Namjoon because he was the one that made you feel sane and safe throughout this whole journey. You would miss your friendship with him and everyone else.

Your phone pinged, reeling you out of your thoughts. You thew it towards the edge of your bed when you saw that it was just one of those annoying marketing texts. Your eyes then glided towards the Christmas card on your nightstand as it did almost everyday; it was the one artifact you had proving that everything you went through was real. Everyone from the pack had signed the card, all except for one. You reached for the card and ran your fingertips over the glitter covered snowman on the front page. I wonder how he’s doing. Embarrassed didn’t even begin to explain how you felt. You felt like a fool, an actual idiot for still wondering about Jungkook’s wellbeing when he couldn’t even write his name on a stupid Christmas card for you-he probably laughed when Namjoon asked him to contribute. With one last read through of the card, you placed it under your bed and made never thinking about Jungkook again as your new year’s resolution.

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Maybe because there was no one to talk to about your new year’s resolution in full but getting over Jungkook was pretty easy. You hadn’t spoken to anyone in the pack in over a month and the memories of them become less and less clear by the day. Was it Jin that helped you with your injuries or Yoongi? Was it Namjoon that drove you home or did Hoseok tag along also? And did you actually feel sparks when Jungkook touched you or was it just your imagination? Either way, it felt good to feel less crazy. It was only when you and Jennie hung out that everything would hit you like a freight train. Seeing her was bittersweet. You were so happy to spend time with your best friend despite your guys’ schedule but you couldn’t help this building of resentment in your chest at the same time. Anger and guilt gnawed at you so raw that replying to her texts took hours to do. Luckily, both of you were so busy with work that seeing each other was few and far between.

One thing you had a really hard time forgetting was the night you had to leave. After Jungkook asked you to wait, you sat by his side and watched him catch his breath. It was hard seeing someone in so much pain despite the lack of physical wounds. Once Jungkook seemed to have a grip on himself, he told you to sit as far away from him as possible while he sat on the other side of the cabin. You remembered feeling like you were naked under his red gaze, like he could see every single movement you made. Jungkook told you that it wasn’t safe for you to leave yet and that you had to wait for a little bit. Unbeknownst to you, Jungkook couldn’t have you leave just yet. A wolf in the midst of his heat finally meeting his mate after being kept away from them was like a ticking time bomb. Jungkook needed to engulf your scent and calm his mind before letting you go back to a cabin full of fully grown men. He was surprised that you complied and that you kept your composure. Sure, he noticed your trembling hands and shortness of breath but you kept calm and collected. Jungkook needed to direct his attention to something else-anything- and so the small talk began. It started off with what you did for work and ended with Jungkook shit talking his pack mates. When Jungkook felt sane enough, he insisted he carry you home to be safe. You remember flinching when a low growl escaped from Jungkook when you hooked your arms around his neck. You felt his body shake as you wrapped your legs around his waist. It took a minute before he was able to hoist you up and get going. You remembered him being gentle and asking if you were all right the whole way back to the cabin. You remembered him letting you down a couple meters in front of the cabin because Namjoon would’ve killed him if he saw Jungkook and you together.

“Are you going to be okay?” you asked.

Jungkook offered you a nod, his bright red eyes doing the soft smile on his face an injustice. Perhaps it was the darkness playing tricks on your eyesight but Jungkook looked bigger. His muscles were more toned, his hair was thicker and his overall aura was just larger. You felt embarrassed drooling over his physique like some school girl despite almost dying a couple hours ago. Namjoon’s voice from inside the cabin redirected your guys’ attention and you suddenly remembered that it was below freezing outside.

“I-I’m going to go inside now,” you reached out your hand to give Jungkook’s arm a reassuring squeeze but retracted remembering how much he ordered you to not touch him, “goodnight.”

To your surprise, Jungkook reached out instead and caressed your face with both his hands. You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch pathetically. Jungkook left out an exhale of both relief and frustration. Every ounce of control he had was quickly slipping through his fingers. He was teetering towards the edge of danger with you right now. You opened your eyes to see Jungkook watching you but not like he did before. Just a couple of hours ago, you felt like a prey under his gaze. This time, he was looking at you like how Taehyung looked at Jennie.

“Do me a favor?” he asked, his voice almost hoarse.

You nodded and scrunched your eyebrows. What could you possibly do for him? Jungkook felt his stomach drop knowing what he was going to ask of you. The warmth that happened when you guys touched intensified as Jungkook brought your body closer to his. He knew he only had a couple minutes to relish your touch before his heat and his reality would take over again.

“I need you to forget about this night,” he finally said. Although subtle, he felt your pressure lift from his hands. “I need you to forget about me, about my pack, about everything. Make it like I never even existed, and I’ll do the same. Trust me, it’s for the best.”

As cruel as his words already were, Jungkook then sealed it by pressing his lips against yours. You couldn’t help but gasp which, he happily swallowed. A surge of electricity pulsed through you as he deepened the kiss. The heat from his body immediately making you forget how cold it was. As gentle as he was, you remembered his body began to tremble and the slight sting against your bottom lip when his fangs unsheathed.

And that was all you wanted to remember. Perhaps you were a masochist. Of all the memories you chose to forget, you just couldn’t let go of this particular one; no one ever really completes their new year’s resolution anyways. You knew you would never get an answer but it didn’t matter anymore. Every time Jennie saw you, she'd try to ask about Jungkook but you would either change the subject or give her vague answers. You didn't want to know more than you already did.

“Goodnight, Sooyoung!” you chimed.

“Goodnight,” Sooyoung replied with a sympathetic smile, “you should leave soon.”

“I will!” you lied, “see you tomorrow morning.”

Sooyoung hovered by your desk for a few more seconds before heading towards the elevator. It was common for you to stay after work but not for this long. You waved at Sooyoung until the elevator doors finally closed. When you were certain that there was no one else in the office, you closed the document you were pretending to work on and slumped against your chair. A tired sigh left your mouth as you roughly ran your hands against your face. Just as you were accepting your new reality, the past week and a half had you re-questioning your sanity. Being at home recently felt eerie. You were constantly checking over your shoulder and hesitant to sleep with your bedroom door closed. The nightmares you were having didn’t help either. Night after night, you would see the same things in your dream: rogue wolves chasing you and a Jungkook bleeding out to top it off. You’d jolt awake in the middle of the night and could only fall back asleep after taking melatonin. With the nightmares being a daily occurrence, the melatonin had stopped taking effect and you were left trying to calm your racing heart on your own. To your disdain, the only place you felt safe was at work. Your office was high up on the 25th floor and security here was pretty strict. You concluded that your paranoia was from these nightmares but those moments when you felt like someone was watching you felt too real to blame on lack of sleep. You put your head down against your desk and stared at the time displayed on your computer. It was nearing 7:45 and you promised yourself that you’d leave at 8pm. As the minutes ticked by, you tried to come up with some sort of game plan to combat another inevitable sleepless night.

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“Jungkook!” Taehyung shouted as he kicked over a half conscious rogue towards Jungkook.

Jungkook caught it mid air and slammed it down onto the ground before ripping its head off. With that being the last rogue, Jungkook and pack were able to finally catch their breath as they examined the graveyard of torn limbs by their feet.

“Where the fuck are they coming from?” Hoseok panted.

Namjoons eyes wavered as he studied the carcasses on the ground. He had no answer for Hoseok. Rogue wolves attack here and there but never had he seen such great numbers. Their appearance usually coincided with the phases of the moon but recently, their attacks had been random and in hoards. He did notice that they foolishly always went for Jungkook first. As strong as Jungkook was, he was not invincible. Namjoon had also taken note of how haggard and tired his pack was from fighting almost everyday. If they didn't find an answer anytime soon, he feared that he would lose a pack member.

Everyone turned their head towards the trees when they heard a branch snap. In the distance, Jungkook caught a flash of white teeth and familiar pitch black eyes.

“I got it!” Jungkook shouted, before running after the rogue.

He was fucking exhausted. He really hoped that this was the last one because he was losing strength and fast. These recent attacks only fuelled his anger because if he had mated with someone of his species, he would’ve tripled in strength by now.

A yelp emitted from the rogue when Jungkook finally caught up and grabbed its legs. Jungkook swung the rogue against a tree, breaking its ribs in the process. As the creature whimpered against the ground, Jungkook winced when he saw that it was laughing.

“What’s so funny?” Jungkook sneered, angry that it was still breathing.

The creature seemed to be mumbling a familiar word over and over again but Jungkook couldn’t figure out what it was saying. Another yelp came out from the rogue as Jungkook kicked its face in. He crouched down and grabbed the creature by its scruff.

“Speak up!” He demanded.

Despite his impressive experience fighting rogues, Jungkook still had a hard time getting used to the disturbing ways these creatures moved and laughed even though they were near death. This rogue had its jaw kicked in and its tongue was hanging out due to the lack of the bottom half of its face. The grip Jungkook had on it tightened when it continued mumbling. Just as he was about to lose his patience trying to unscramble the creatures jargon, Jungkook finally put together what it was mumbling. The rogue seemed to notice the shift in Jungkook’s eyes and laughed even louder.

“I bet she’d taste so good too.” were its last words before Jungkook ripped out its heart.

Jungkook had to get back to Namjoon and let him know what happened.

It was mumbling your name this whole time.

The living room was quiet as the pack tended to their wounds. Jin went around ensuring that everyone was treating their injuries correctly even if it was just a little scratch.

"You need to clean it." Jin sighed, looking at the deep cut on Jungkook's forearm. The cut was his own fault. As Jungkook was ripping the rogues heart out, his arm got caught in the creatures ribs and it carved his arm as he was pulling it out of its chest.

"Just leave it, Jin." Jungkook grumbled, swatting Jin's worried hands away.

Namjoon and Jin exchanged glances, both annoyed and worried about the youngest member but Namjoon didn't have time to adhere to Jungkook's attitude. Thankfully, no one was seriously hurt but who knew when the rogues would come back to attack again.

"So," Yoongi said, sucking his teeth in the process, "anyone here knows what they want?"

Jungkook wanted to hear his members theories before jumping the gun because maybe the rogue was toying with Jungkook or maybe it wasn't even saying your name at all. The silence that followed confirmed Jungkook's fear. No matter what Jungkook did, he just couldn't seem to get away from you. All eyes were on Jungkook when he suddenly cursed.

"They're after her." Jungkook said, his fingers pinching his nose bridge.

"Who?" Jimin asked.

"His mate." Taehyung's grin only grew when Jungkook glared at him.

Amidst Jimin's surprise and the symphony of swear words thrown back and forth between the members, Namjoon felt his heart sink as a wave of deja vu hit him. The younger one failed to notice the sadness in the leaders eyes as he berated his pack mates who were teasing him with swear words.

"They're not after her," Namjoon finally spoke, breaking the fight, "Jungkook, they're after you and then her. They know that you'd go after them if they kill her before you mark her. They're after you first to get you out of the picture. As long as she's unmated, they're going to keep coming."

Namjoon felt a lump grow in his throat as realization washed over each member. All eyes slowly turned towards Jungkook who had his fists balled up. The pressure from his fists made his blood seep out from the cut on his forearm. Why did he have to deal with this? How come you were still intertwined with him despite being away for over a month? What did he have to fucking do to get rid of you for good?

"T-this could be different, Namjoon." Jungkook stammered, his mind moving too quick for his mouth to catch up.

"Jungkook listen to me," Namjoon said picking his words carefully as he approached Jungkook, "only you can stop this. We can't fend them off forever."

Jungkook grit his teeth and felt his breath labour. This wasn't fair. He didn't choose this and it seemed like life wasn't planning on giving him too many options either. Jungkook began to replay the conversation he had with Namjoon after he first discovered you. The blood from Jungkook's cut was now staining his pants as he remembered what Namjoon said about how strong humans were. What a fucking joke.

"I am stopping this! Who here in this room has killed more rogues than me? Huh? Who?!" Jungkook bursted.

Jungkook's brown eyes had now turned into a dark red shade.

"Killing them one will send ten. Killing ten will send a hundred. Killing a hundred will send a thousand. You have the responsibility to save her life," Namjoon argued tiredly, "look at your brothers. Look at you! We are not immortal, Jungkook."

Jungkook jumped up from his seat and grabbed his hair. His ears were now ringing. His responsibility?! He hadn't even marked you yet, why were you now his responsibility? He couldn't help but laugh aloud by how absurd everything and everyone was sounding. You had stolen what seemed like everything away from him-his freedom, his bodily functions and now even his morals. You kept taking from him and now you were his responsibility?

"Jungkook please," Jin pleaded, "can you please put your own ego aside and make a good choice for once in your life?"

Jungkook turned towards Jin and snarled, "Remind me who saved your fucking life just 20 minutes ago? If I hadn't ran to you in time, you would've been shredd-"

"Enough!" Namjoon yelled, "Whether you like it or not, her life is in your hand-"

"I will not be responsible for her death like you were for Irene!"

Within a second, Jungkook was slammed against the wall. His right cheek was throbbing and his nose bloodied. He wasn't sure if he had finished his sentence but the right hook from Namjoon answered that question for him. Before Jungkook could orient himself, Namjoon grabbed Jungkook by the neck and trapped him against the wall again.

"You will never utter her name in that context again do you understand?" Namjoon asked through gritted teeth.

Jungkook licked his lower lip, the taste of his own blood filling his mouth as he did.

"Do you understand?!" Namjoon bellowed, shaking Jungkook.

"Y-yes." Jungkook finally answered.

The older one finally let go but not without giving Jungkook one final shove.

"Have a better attitude tomorrow morning or you fend for yourself from now on." Namjoon threatened before disappearing into his study.

Jungkook kept his eyes on the floor as his members stood around staring at him. Jungkook could only count on one hand how many times he felt ashamed in life, he would now have to count on two hands after tonight. His members didn't say a word to him as they retreated back to their rooms one by one. Taehyung lingered for a little bit longer. He wanted to ring Jungkook out but decided to leave him to sulk all alone. Jungkook watched his blood drip from his nose onto his sweater. Would dying by some disgusting creatures be better than surrendering to fate? One thing was for sure, Jungkook would rather die with his brothers than alone. He turned his head towards the end of the hallway where Namjoon's study was. The searing pain from his broken nose was nothing compared to what he just said to Namjoon.

Namjoon had his head buried in his hands as Jungkook's words echoed in his mind. It had been years since Irene's death but it still pained him like it happened yesterday. He knew the younger one was speaking out of anger but if he only knew how much Namjoon did blame himself.

"You know, I couldn't even mourn her after she died. I think I finally did after three months." Namjoon spoke.

Jungkook figured it was probably the smell from all his blood that alerted Namjoon to his presence. He cautiously walked towards Namjoon and sat in front of him.

"Her death was the first out of the two times I ever regretted taking leadership of our pack." Namjoon continued, looking up to meet the younger ones sad gaze.

"And the second?" Jungkook asked, his voice barely audible.

"Tonight." Namjoon replied.

Jungkook let the uncomfortable silence engulf him. He stared at the picture of Irene resting on the bookshelf behind Namjoon and felt remorse like he had never before. Irene was Namjoon's mate. For years, Namjoon refused to mark her not because he didn't want to-because he did-but because he was afraid of bringing Irene in his world. He thought the best way to protect her was to keep her away. Jungkook had never seen someone love another person the way Namjoon loved Irene. He doted on her and gave her anything she ever wanted, everything except for one. Irene had begged and begged Namjoon to make her his official mate but he always rejected her advances. By the time Namjoon decided to turn a new leaf, it was too late. If Namjoon had marked her, he would've been stronger and maybe could've fought off the pack of rogues. That day, Jungkook and the pack were out hunting. When they came back, the cabin they had built had been ripped apart. The image of Namjoon carrying Irene's bloody body in his arms as he wept and called out her name was forever imprinted in Jungkook's brain. Namjoon's physical state was no better and if they hadn't returned when they did, they would've lost their leader too. Irene was one of the strongest people Jungkook knew. She was brave, unwavering and quick witted. Before Jin met Mina, it was Irene nursing everyone back to health after a fight and braving the forest to find medicine. Irene was strong and she was human.

"I'm really sorry. I didn't mean what I said and I shouldn't have said that," Jungkook apologized tearing his eyes away from Irene, "I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you."

Namjoon smiled. Although brash and somewhat arrogant, Jungkook always meant well at the end of the day. He couldn't even count how many brawls Jungkook got into because someone slightly badmouthed a member of the pack.

"Please, your life will probably end in the next few minutes with the amount of blood you're losing. Just let me punch the other side of your face and we can call it even." Namjoon joked.

Jungkook scoffed and wiped his nose. He really was losing a lot of blood.

"Jungkook, I couldn't save Irene but you have a chance here. Learning to love someone...don't you think that's better than losing someone," Namjoon wanted to laugh when he saw Jungkook flinch at the word 'love', "and if you can't do it for her, do it for me. For Irene."

Jungkook swallowed the lump in his throat, "I-I don't know if I can mark her right away, you have to give me some time."

Namjoon nodded understandingly.

"But I promise," Jungkook sucked in a breath, "I'll protect her with my life."

#bts fanfic #jungkook werewolf #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #bts werewolf au #bts smut #bts #jungkook smut #jungkook #yoongi #jimin #namjoon #taehyung #hoseok #jin #bts x reader #jungkook werewolf au #choices

[finalfrontierpublishing]

So it's been a while since i posted any books - mostly because i've been hiding my progress like a little sneak.

I just finished this bind last night of The Desert Storm by @blue-sunshine-mauve-morning, or really it's volume 1 out of like ??? 15, maybe. Please take whatever i say with a pinch of salt (I have had 0 sleep for more than 24 hours, and that tends to make me a little very sleep-deprivation drunk a.k.a. unhinged). Okay, on to thoughts! The Desert Storm was foisted onto me by @celestial-sphere-press who told me under no uncertain terms that I WOULD FUCKING LOVE THIS SHIT. Well, I did. This more than 1 million word epic about Ben Fuckin' Kenobi is pretty much god-tier fanfiction. It reads like a goddamn novel. I can never think of canon again without thinking that this good shit should be canon. I read it and then consumed half of it within a week, and I have zero regrets. @blue-sunshine-mauve-morning, i absolutely love you and love your writing. It is the best thing since sliced bread. It is better than sliced bread.

I also had the benefit of @celestial-sphere-press saying, hey would you want to use the typeset? MY GOD, i am grateful. I love this fic, i would have typeset it if it hadn't been typeset but Des did such a beautiful job that i am absolutely in awe and thankful that she and the author allowed others to use it. Look at it - it's so beautiful. I only had to think hey, i just gotta design the cover and et cetera and so the book happened.

Please also check out @celestial-sphere-press 's amazing post here and here, who is the only person i know who's started and is almost complete in fanbinding this epic, and is also making an author a copy of the entire series.

Some stats, if you will.

96215 words || 380 pages

Title font: Ghaomiec

I took some inspiration from starblight bindery's lovely desert scape as well as this amazing cover of Dune which i own. I love that the landscape emanates Dune vibes while being oh so Tattooine - just sand and heat, relentless loneliness and melancholy. This fic centres around Obi-Wan Infinite Sadness Kenobi so it needed SAD VIBES TM, which i tried to deliver in desolate landscape form.

Also thank the heavens for Renegade members, who in a masterful stroke of Group Buy Saves Money, managed to source extra-out-of-production colours of Colibri and help a fair number of us get really cool limited edition versions of bookcloth. I am now a proud owner of a lorge stash of Duo and Colibri of which i am now sitting on like a shifty dragon with a hoarding problem. Good luck getting your bookcloth now, Folio Society, ha ha (gloating)! This particular bookcloth is Colibri Copper which has been wholly stashed for The Desert Storm series. I am leaning on transitioning to Malachite for Rise and Fall when I get to it.

The front cover design was done with a stock image and converted to a PNG, which i then fiddled with and did some HTV magic with. It was remarkably easier to weed than expected. I tried something new and ironed the design on the naked bookcloth first before gluing it to the boards, which was a new challenge in making sure everything was aligned.

Endpapers are marbled endpapers (Renato Crepaldi) which I got from Hollanders, which perfectly fit the colour scheme of the bind. The only hiccup was as I was cutting, I realized the sheet was running in the opposite direction of his usual papers and half the size, and only yielded 3 A5 size endpapers and so my heart went noooooooooo. oh well. i guess i will use it for quartos.

Endbands are my favourite - silk in 3 colours in the french doublecore style (as i was binding this i did not have the mental capacity to handle the difficulty of 4 strands). the truth is i usually only can do 4 when I have higher brain function and am willing to spend 80% of my time unraveling it from getting tangled.

I also forgot to mention I had mild fuck-ups, I got glue on the front endpaper which I had to hastily remove with wet cloth, and the back square is preposterously bad but I'm ignoring it for now.

Anyway, i've actually managed to complete a few other binds which have not been mentioned here as they've all been gifts/ surprises or event books in some form. I am SO EXCITED, also because I am travelling in the latter half of July to San Diego and L.A. and I get to meet some bookbinding friends in the flesh. Renegade is fucking amazing y'all. I am ready to embrace these crazy lads who have enabled me for the last 1 year, even when i'm the solitary (1) weirdo from my country of origin in the server. Also... potentially bookbinding trip early next year??? I am enthused.

#bookbinding #fanbinding #renegade bindery #my books #star wars #clone wars #obi-wan kenobi #ben kenobi #ben naasade #infinite sadness #the desert storm #the ben naasade epic

[neteyamssyulang]

Biting/Marking

Day 1

Pairing: Jake sully x Fem omaticaya reader

Summary: Your parents never liked Jake so they chose a different mate for you, unfortunately Jake didn’t care and took you anyway.

Warnings: Dom Jake, Sub reader, Possesive Jake, P in V, Voyeurism, Creampie, Marking, Use of daddy.

Word count: 593

Translation(s): Ngaytxoa slä oe kin ne zasrìn ngati 'ite for a swaw -> Sorry but I need to borrow your daughter for a moment, Sempu tsal lu hìno, oe rnua lu txal -> Dad it is fine, I’ll be back, Knalu, oe’lu engati mlea engati -> Fuck, I’m yours all yours.

A/N: I know it’s pretty short but I’ll write as much as I can for these <3

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You knew Jake was possessive, ever since you met him he was possessive over you while also trying to prove his worth as a mate.

Your parents never liked him since he was a dreamwalker so they promised you to another, Akwey.

Now Akwey was a good man and would surely be a good potential mate but you didn’t love him, your heart belonged to Jake.

Communal dinner was here, like always you sat with with your parents around the bonfire engaging in small conversations when your dads face suddenly turned cold.

Confused you looked behind you to see Jake walking over towards where you and your family were “Ngaytxoa slä oe kin ne zasrìn ngati 'ite for a swaw” he spoke softly at your parents.

Your mother all for it nodded her head but your dad scowled “Sempu tsal lu hìno, oe rnua lu txal” smiling you gave your father and mother a hug before walking off with Jake.

He led you far away enough from the village then stopped walking turning to face you “So what did you need?” You asked softly.

“You” he growled pushing you up against a tree smashing his lips against yours in a rough kiss.

His hands roamed down your sides till they found the ties of your loincloth, deciding fuck it he ripped it clean off your body along with your top sending beads everywhere.

“Jake! Now how am I su-” he cut you off with a kiss as he lifted you off the ground by your thighs, using one hand to hold you up he used his free one moving his loincloth to the side letting his hard cock spring free.

Wasting no time at all he lined himself with your entrance slamming inside you, your eyes rolled back as your arms moved to wrap around his neck.

“That’s it.. such a good girl for me” Jake praised littering kisses and love bites along your neck and chest. What you didn’t know was that Akwey was watching from the trees, glaring at both you and Jake.

You were supposed to be his mate not this dreamwalkers, well Jake knew he was there. Shifting his head to the side he sent a wink towards the other male while angling his hips hitting your sweet spot with every thrust.

Jake was glad he took you far enough ways from the village otherwise they’d be hearing your beautiful moans, they were only reserved for him.

Your orgasm was building up fast, the coil threatening to snap at any moment. “You’re mine, say it!” He panted nibbling on your ear.

That was enough for the coil to suddenly snap “Knalu!, oe’lu engati mlea engati!” You screamed coming undone, your walls convulsing around his shaft making him groan.

“Atta girl” he smiled pulling back to look at you “Can you be a good girl for daddy and give me one more?” He purred picking up his pace.

“Y-yes” you slurred getting already drunk off his cock, pleased with your answer Jake nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck sucking and nipping at it.

A silent scream left your lips as you came once more shaking in his hold, panting Jake couldn’t hold back any longer spilling his seed inside of you as his fangs sank into your neck marking you as his own.

After a few moments he unlatched from your neck lapping at a few drops of blood from your wound, “All mine princess” he sighed happily kissing your face all over making you giggle.

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[ronancebible]

lessons learned {steve harrington x f!reader & robin buckley x f!reader}

Summary: Oblivious Steve, for some weird reason, refuses to believe you're not a virgin, so you play along. This is 3 times he's almost caught you in the lie and 1 time he did. 5.5k words

A/N: I gotta warn y'all, this is pure fucking filth. This is nothing other than an excuse to write the some of the most self serving, filthy fanfic out there. There is also very brief Hopper x Reader in this. Also, I am not changing Robin's sexuality! Steve and Robin do not interact sexually in this (you're in between them ;) ).

Warnings: Brief mention of smoking weed and drinking, masturbation, oral sex, fingering, penetrative sex... use your imagination :)

You breathed deeply as you ran your hands over your clothed center. Your fingers came back damp, your panties already soaked through without you even having touched yourself. God, Steve made you crazy. You quickly thought through all the cards in your Rolodex, trying to think of someone that would come quickly to take care of you, but the sight of Steve, shirtless and sweaty, mowing the lawn across the street quickly banished any thought of getting someone else involved. You needed it dirty, and you needed it now.

You whimpered quietly as you watched sweat drip down Steve’s strong back, and began rubbing yourself firmly over your panties. You loved this part, the anticipation and the carnal need, how dirty it was to be so desperate you couldn’t even bother pulling your clothes off.

Your eyes quickly slipped shut as you imagined running your soaked pussy over Steve’s chest, getting yourself off while all he could do was watch helplessly, whining as his hips rutted into the air fruitlessly.

You picked up the pace, moaning wantonly now as you shifted and rammed yourself onto the corner of the couch cushion. The couch creaked quietly as you rocked your hips back and forth over the firm seam, and your moans got breathier as the heat in your lower belly pooled. You were sure there was a new stain on the couch you would have to deal with later, but right now, all you could worry about was how Steve would sound when he—

“(Y/N)?” you heard Steve call, the door creaking open simultaneously.

Frantically, you flipped over, fixing your panties and sitting squarely over what you were sure was a very noticeable wet spot on the couch.

“Yeah?” you answered, your voice wrecked and breathy. “In here.”

Steve came into the room, shirt replaced, though his sweaty hair was enough to make your neglected core ache.

Steve wrinkled his nose. “It smells like sex in here.”

You chuckled nervously, trying your very best not to wiggle yourself against the couch again. He needed to leave. Now.

“I wonder why,” you replied nonchalantly, turning your attention to the TV that you forgot had been on.

Steve laughed, saying, “Yeah, you’re right. I mean, it’s just the 20 year old virgin home alone. Not like anything crazy would be going on.”

That was another thing. Steve, completely without basis, was convinced you had never had sex in your life. You were also pretty sure that he didn’t know girls got themselves off. He couldn’t be more wrong. You knew you were the town slut, and you took pride in that title. You just knew how to keep your business to yourself. If he knew some of the people you had slept with, his limp, sweaty hair would curl into ringlets. He was just so oblivious that he never picked up on any of it.

You just chuckled drily and shook your head, not confirming, but not denying.

———

You were so warm, and so turned on, and not exactly sure how you wound up in this situation. You could hear Hopper’s voice in your ear, egging you on as you whimpered and made a mess of his uniform pants.

You vaguely remember seeing him at the bar, neither one of you drunk enough to really enjoy the atmosphere. You were too blissed out to be sure how you made it to his car, but you didn’t care at all, because just then Hopper started bouncing his leg, mumbling a deep “Good girl,” in your ear before you came, trembling, and soaking his pants through to the skin.

He didn’t let up, slipping his hands under your skirt and easily slipping two thick fingers into you, making you see stars with how sensitive you were. You let out a wrecked moan, already feeling another orgasm building as his fingers brushed up against every electric point inside you.

“Please,” you whimpered in the chief’s ear, before he roughly undid his belt and pulled out his dick (which was so large and looked so delicious, all you could manage was an open-mouthed keen). Without thinking twice, you seated yourself on him and let out a loud moan, your voice cracking.

Please let this be a long night, you thought.

The next morning, you found yourself in his car again, only this time in the passenger seat. Once Hopper pulled up to your place, you quickly thanked him for the ride, giving him a smile and pat on the thigh (god those thighs, that not even 30 minutes prior you had gotten incredibly messy yet again) before hopping out of his Hawkins PD station wagon, adjusting your gait as you walked. What? He was a large man. 

I must have famously bad luck, you thought, as you noticed Steve sitting on the porch of the small house you two shared. His brow was drawn into a tight, worried expression as he stood up to meet you at the front door. 

“Hey, what happened? Why did you not come home? Why is the Chief dropping you off?” He asked, rapid-fire.

You sighed, turning to face Steve. You decided on a half-truth.

“Relax, I just went out last night and spent the night on that side of town. He offered me a ride when I told him where I was going,” you said.

Steve squinted at you before nodding reluctantly. 

“Just call next time. If I didn’t know you any better, I would’ve thought you were out having a one-night stand,” he chuckled.

Your face reddened at the thought of last night's activities, and you awkwardly chuckled, which Steve thankfully took as embarrassment rather than guilt.

You weren’t sure exactly why you didn’t want Steve to know that you slept around. In fact, given the opportunity, you would gladly take that man to bed as much as he wanted. It just felt like a separate sphere of life, one that might change your relationship with him. He was a really great friend and a cool dude, but he was raised by traditional parents, and you weren’t sure how he might react to finding out that sex was your favorite pasttime. Plus, the company you kept wasn’t exactly the most traditional either, if you thought to last night with Hopper. And a few nights ago with Robin. And last week with Karen Wheeler.

Steve just thumped you on the back and said, “Glad you’re good.”

———

Robin had to be your favorite person to sleep with, you thought idly as you watched her spin the bottle across the circle from you.

Okay, you were a little drunk. But sadly, you were a horny drunk, and the way Robin was pulling her bottom lip between her teeth right now made you want to drag her into another room and make her forget her name. You shifted slightly in place at the thought.

You and Robin were two peas in a pod. She was your best friend, along with Steve, only she knew more details of your private life and frequently participated in it. Being best friends made it even better, as you could basically sleep with her whenever either of you wanted. All it took was a certain glance at a sleepover and you’d be coaxing orgasms out of each other till dawn.

As much as you wanted this night to be the same, Nancy, Jonathan, and Steve had joined the party, booze and pizza in tow. After a few drinks, someone (read: Steve) wanted to play truth or dare to “spice things up.”

Right out the gate, the game was promising to be either unbearable or incredibly fun. The first question, directed to Jonathan and asked by Robin, had been if he’d slept with anyone other than Nancy. Both of their faces red, Jonathan had mumbled a quick “no,” before quickly turning to Steve and asked him who his favorite kiss was. It was then Steve’s turn to blush deeply, eyes flicking over to Nancy briefly before he answered, “Tammy Thompson,” which everyone knew was a bald-faced lie.

Many rounds later, everyone was pleasantly drunk and the questions slowly turned more salacious, leaving them all flushed and hot under the collar. Steve had popped open his shirt nearly down to his stomach, and you were having a hard time not staring at his chest and barely containing your drool.

“(Y/N),” Steve sang, turning to you. You swallowed drily, blushing furiously as you looked up from his chest.

“Hmm?” you replied. “My turn?”

“Your turn,” Steve confirmed, eyes flicking curiously over your face. He settled at your eyes and grinned.

“If you could lose your virginity to anyone in this room, who would it be?” he asked.

Immediately, everyone else in the room pulled a confused face. Robin’s head snapped around to look at you so quickly, you worried she was going to hurt herself. She had a deeply confused frown on her face, no doubt thinking of the previous night, which was anything but virginal. 

Nancy had a similar look on her face. You and she had never really slept together, but in freshman year of high school you had taught her to masturbate with a, erm—hands-on approach. She was no doubt remembering the same when she cocked her head at you in silent question.

You had never done anything with Jonathan, but even he seemed privy to more details of your private life than Steve. He looked over at Nancy questioningly, attempting to draw an answer out of her.

Steve was clueless to their expressions, though, as he looked over at you with a grin, thinking he had pinned you down in a revealing question.

Nancy started to open her mouth, seemingly to protest Steve’s assumption, but you cut her off with a gentle look.

“Who says I haven’t, Harrington?” you teased lightly.

Steve rolled his eyes, huffing a breath. “Yeah, right. Miss prude having sex? I’ll believe it when I see it.”

Robin barely suppressed a snort, covering it up with a cough when Steve looked over at her curiously.

You sighed. At this point, he would be clueless forever.

———

It had been two weeks since you and Robin had sex. Between late shifts at work and visiting family out of town and Steve never giving you a chance to breathe, you hadn’t gotten a chance to do anything together.

Tonight would change that.

You and Robin were on very clear terms on what your friendship meant. You two were truly a testament to successful friends with benefits. You were able to hang out normally without it being weird or either of you expecting sex. She truly was your best friend, even without the fucking.

But, oh my god was the fucking amazing. And you did it kind of a lot. It started very stereotypically, honestly. Probably just like every lesbian friends with benefits situation out there.

First, it had been practice kissing when you were both 16. Then it just turned into a few makeout sessions. It was exactly the kind of cute, awkward making out every teenager does. After that though, you stopped anything non-platonic for a few years when Robin had an outrageous crush on some girl from work.

It had been when you were both 19, on a hot summer’s day. The heat was making you horny out of your mind, and Robin wasn’t taking the hint to leave so you could fuck your brains out with the toy under your mattress. Turns out you hadn’t had to. Robin had nervously said it was too hot and she was going to take her top off. Half a joint and a broken fan later, both of you just were down to panties, playing a glorified game of chicken. You had tried not to notice how soaked you both were, just in case you were misunderstanding, but eventually Robin made the first move.

“I’ve always wanted to suck on some tits,” she had said finally, seeming fed up with your inability to make a move. She scooted forward on the couch, clenching her thighs conspicuously.

Fucking Christ, finally, you had thought, before saying, “Good thing, because I’ve always wanted you to suck my tits.”

Robin had chuckled then, a smile lighting up her eyes as she leaned in. The rest is pretty much history (in your eyes, anyway).

Tonight, Robin was coming over and Steve was going to be out for the night. You were both very clear that you would be spending the night doing just about anything other than sleeping. You had laid out some weed (nothing too crazy; you still needed to be sober enough) on the coffee table, along with snacks and water. You had put down blankets and pillows all over the living room floor because you two had a tendency not to make it to your bedroom, and it was just more comfortable to be prepared.

You knew you were doing a lot, but sex had become a big part of your friendship with Robin. Even non-romantically, you wanted to treat it with reverence because she was important to you.

As soon as Robin called to let you know that she was about to leave her house, you turned on the TV to some random movie and started rolling joints. As soon as you finished the second one, Robin let herself in.

“Mmm, smells like weed in here!” she called from the entrance.

You laughed, “In here! I just finished rolling.”

Robin came barreling into the room, her presence larger than life and her smile equally so. She unceremoniously dropped her bag on the ground and flopped on the couch next to you, just about as close as humanly possible.

“Hi,” she smiled, reaching for the joint.

“Hi,” you replied, bypassing her hand and placing the joint in her mouth yourself, fingers brushing her lips. She sucked in a sharp breath at the touch.

You flicked the lighter, putting the flame up to the joint and watching it light, spirals of white smoke immediately floating through the room. Robin took a long pull from it, before passing it to you, placing it gently on your lips the same way you had. 

Time passed slowly as you passed the joint back and forth like that, until you were just high enough for every touch to feel incredibly pleasurable.

Eyelids just slightly heavy, you took the joint and said, “Let’s shotgun this one.”

Robin smiled lightly, immediately nodding and leaning in. You took a long pull from the joint, letting it settle in your mouth. Then, you slowly leaned in and breathed it into Robin’s mouth as she inhaled.

Your lips brushed softly, and you dropped the pretense, abandoning the shotgun only halfway through the hit. You surged the little bit of distance further and claimed her lips with your own, sighing into her mouth almost immediately.

Her kiss, as always, was electric. As much as you loved sex, kissing was a whole other world. The soft slide of Robin’s lips against your own, the taste of her chapstick, the little noises that escaped both your mouths, the insistence with which you both leaned into each other—it was all intoxicating. You took Robin’s bottom lip between your own, sucking into your mouth and pulling before letting it pop back into place. Robin whimpered, pulling you flush against her, and exhaled against your mouth, her tongue teasing your lips. You gladly reciprocated, running your tongue against her bottom lip as you tangled your fingers in her hair. 

After what might have been hours of mindless making out, the intoxicating slide of swollen lips over each other, and endlessly wandering hands, you became acutely aware of the rest of Robin’s body. Your core was practically dripping onto the couch through your sweatpants.

Robin was wearing a ribbed tank top with seemingly nothing underneath, if the color and peak of her nipples through the shirt were to tell you anything. You moaned at the sight, diving down and mouthing at her tits through the fabric. Robin let out a gasp, arching into your mouth as you progressively got her tank wetter. You barely came up for air, reveling in the light mewls that escaped her mouth as you continued your ministrations.

“(Y/N),” Robin moaned, scrabbling at your clothing, trying to find purchase to get you closer to her. You pushed her down onto the couch, a whine escaping her as you briefly separated from her chest to take another hit off the joint.

“Shhhh,” you said, gently easing your knee between her thighs and lifting her tank for direct contact with her nipples. Robin moaned as she ground herself against your knee. You smiled, latching back onto her nipple and increasing the volume of her moans tenfold. It was moments like these that made you so glad you no longer lived in an apartment.

It took you about 30 seconds to notice Steve in the doorway.

You looked up from Robin’s chest, and there he was, eyes wide and frozen in place. You slowly lifted off Robin, who whined at the loss before noticing Steve, as well.

It was like a stare-off between the three of you, you and Robin slowly inching away from each other while Steve stood there with a completely bewildered look on his face.

“Since when do you fuck?” he asked, voice disbelieving.

You blinked. “Since, like, 16, Steve.”

Steve’s jaw dropped impossibly lower. “And since when do you fuck girls?”

“Since 16,” you answered drily.

“And since when do you fuck Robin?!” he nearly yelled.

“Like all the time since nearly 2 years ago,” Robin piped in, clearly enjoying the scene in front of her.

“And how do you get her to moan like that?” Steve said, voice cracking as he looked between the two of you.

You paused.

“Girls don’t moan when you fuck them?” you asked.

Steve sighed, almost a whine, as he pulled his fingers through his hair. He was really flushed, you noticed.

“I mean, a little, but not like that. Not like they want it so bad,” he muttered.

“Everyone reacts differently, Steve. It’s not really a guarantee that everyone moans like I do,” Robin said, barely bothering to cover herself. 

Steve laughed mirthlessly. “I promise you, I have never had a girl react like that to me.”

You clucked lightly, turning toward Robin. “Isn’t he supposed to be the sex god of Hawkins?”

“I am!” Steve protested. “It’s just—I’ve never done anything like that.”

You smiled lightly. “It’s okay, Steve. Girls just know each other’s bodies better. Speaking of which, you said you wouldn’t be home tonight. And I still want to capitalize on that time,” you said, raising your eyebrows to get him to take a hint. At the same time, Robin shifted into your lap, smiling over her shoulder at Steve, making the same face as you.

For a minute, Steve was glued there. You could hear his heavy breathing, and you could see his flushed face and how his eyes darted between you and Robin, mentally mapping everything he saw. Holy shit. He was turned on.

Your gaze flicked toward Robin, who was obviously noticing the same thing. When she turned back to you, you quirked an eyebrow in silent conversation.

You saw Robin realize what you were asking and turn it over in her head.

“Could be hot,” she whispered to you. You nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly.

Robin squinted at both of you. Then, she smiled and said, “As long as he doesn’t, like, fuck me or anything. I’m still a lesbian.”

You nodded, grinning wolfishly. You turned to look at Steve, who was still glued to his spot, looking between the two of you confusedly. You laid on the charm.

“I can… teach you,” you suggested casually, as if you didn’t want to take the two of them at the same time more than anything in the world. “You know… how to make girls moan like that.” Steve’s jaw dropped, but he stayed there.

“But, I know you’re a visual learner, so you have to come over here,” you prompted, wiggling impatiently against the seam of your sweatpants.

Steve seemed to snap out of it quickly, grinning as he made his way over to the couch and sitting next to you on the floor.

“Let’s start with the basics,” you said, leaning down and flicking your tongue over Robin’s nipple, eliciting a startled gasp. Steve took a ragged breath. “What do you typically do?”

Steve’s eyes were locked on your tongue as it danced over Robin’s tits, waiting for his response.

“I, um… typically start with kissing. You know, making out. Running my hands over her body. Then once she seems like she’s, uh, ready… I’ll put my hand down her pants,” Steve started.

You and Robin’s eyes both snapped to him. He noticed, furrowing his brow looking between you two.

“What? What is it?” he asked, frowning.

“There’s your first problem,” Robin said.

You nodded. “Steve, girls are very different from guys when it comes to pleasure. For most guys, it’s literally like a switch. You’re turned on, and all you have to do is pull on your dick.”

You shifted, simultaneously running your hands over Robin’s naked torso while talking to Steve. Robin let out a little shudder.

“You see,” you continued, “women are like… running a warm bath. You can’t just start the faucet and put the plug in, or you’re going to end up with just a lukewarm bath. You have to let the tap run, let it heat up, so that you get a hot bath. Women are like that. You have to get them sufficiently warmed up so that they really enjoy it.”

While you were talking, Robin wiggled under your hands, trying to maneuver them where she wanted them most. She let out little whines when your fingers trailed over her nipples.

“You see?” you asked, turning to Steve. He nodded, completely in the zone, his eyes mapping the movements of your hands and flickering up to Robin’s face to revel in her pleasure. Robin laughed lightly when their eyes met. 

“Focus on (Y/N), Harrington,” Robin joked. Steve let out a shy chuckle, turning back to you.

“Good. Now try on me,” you said, pausing your ministrations on Robin momentarily to tug off your small top. Your tits puckered in the open air. Steve’s mouth was open as he drank in the sight of them.

He reached out and grabbed your waist. He dragged his fingers across your skin with an expertise you weren’t expecting. You shuddered as his fingers trailed on the swell of your underboob, letting your eyes slip shut as his touch ran over a nipple.

After a minute or so of you and Robin breathing heavily as hands ran across your bodies, you said, “Good. Hold on.”

Steve’s hands left your body and your eyes opened again. You continued running your hands over Robin, going lower and lower with each pass. In between words, you sucked at her nipples, earning a low moan every time.

“What do you do when you’re in her pants?” you said.

“I rub around a little bit. You know, the clit or whatever. Then I’ll typically finger her for a few minutes until we fuck,” Steve said, his voice cracking.

You shook your head and sighed, “Wrong again, Steve-O. The vast majority of girls don’t get off from fucking. They need their clit played with to come. If they’re not moaning like Robin was, you’re just not giving them what they need, which is pretty constant clit stimulation. Like this.”

You pushed your hand against Robin’s shorts over the spot you knew she liked. She let out a sudden moan, long and low, at something finally connecting with her clit. You rubbed slow and hard over that spot, torn between watching Robin’s face, screwed up and moaning, and Steve’s face, flushed a deep red and nearly panting at the sight.

You grew impatient at the instruction, just wanting to fuck either one of them until you got off several times. Robin’s shorts got pulled down rather roughly as a result.

She let out a broken yell as you buried your face in her cunt, lapping at her clit mercilessly. Steve let out a choked off grunt at the sight. You repositioned yourself and raised your ass in the air in front of him, breaking away from your favorite feast for just a second to murmur, “Do what I’m doing.”

Steve leapt at the permission, pulling your sweatpants down to reveal a glistening and already soaked pussy and inner thighs.

You were surprised when he licked at your thighs and lips first, seemingly cleaning up the mess you made of yourself. You moaned deep into Robin’s center at the feeling, who in turn let out a surprised yell at the vibrations. You switched to sucking Robin’s clit and quickly lifted your hand to tease her entrance, egged on by both people on either end of you.

You slipped a finger into Robin, shallow and curled upward, stroking the spot inside her you knew would make her legs start to shake as Steve finally licked a hot stripe through your folds, his tongue probing for your clit. 

“D-down a little,” you managed to say as Robin’s hands tightly gripped your hair, her moans getting progressively louder as you turned your head to the side for a new angle. 

Steve found what he was looking for and licked at it relentlessly, inspiring heavy moans of your own to reverberate through Robin’s core. 

The three of you continued like that for a few minutes more, the room steadily filling with wet sounds of mouth against cunt and increasingly loud and breathy moans. 

Steve was a quick learner, you had to admit. His onslaught of tongue and lips against you had your knees getting weak under you, but he grabbed your hips and hoisted them higher, granting him better access. 

Surprisingly, you felt an orgasm building quicker than you would have expected. Steve took your clit into his mouth, lips pursed to suck, and gave a long pull, simultaneously easing two fingers in your soaked hole. You keened against Robin, heat pooling unbearably in your lower belly, and slipped two more fingers into her. Her walls clamped down around your hand, and she threw her head back in pants as she chanted, “Close, close, I’m so close, please (Y/N), fuck, please please please—”

You didn’t stop, didn’t relent, continuing your ministrations against her until you felt her walls clamp and flutter around your fingers and she let out a loud, high-pitched moan, sure to wake the neighbors. You worked her through it, stroking against her favorite spot inside and lightly licking her clit. Robin continued moaning, practically on the verge of yelling, as she pinched and rolled her nipples through her fingers until she was completely spent, limp against the couch cushions.

You had felt Steve stop momentarily as he watched Robin finish with awe. His fingers had stilled inside you, and you let out a frustrated growl, pushing back against him.

“Lesson number 3, Steve. When a girl tells you she’s close, you don’t slow down, you don’t speed up, you keep doing exactly what you’re doing, even if it kills you,” you said, flipping over onto your back and breaking him out of his trance. You reclined against Robin’s naked body, feeling her heave under you as Steve dipped his head back down to your center.

What he had lacked in knowledge, he made up for in enthusiasm. It was clear to you that while he may not have known exactly how to make a girl scream, he had certainly tried. Now, with that enthusiasm and new instruction imparted upon him, he was unstoppable. He lapped at your clit relentlessly, stroking at a spot inside you that made your toes curl and he ripped a truly embarrassing moan out of your mouth. 

Robin, now recovered, pulled your hair out of the way and turned your head toward her, pulling you into a hot, open-mouthed kiss. You whimpered into her mouth as you felt yourself approaching the edge. 

The sight below you only served to egg you on. Steve was absolutely buried in your pussy, his whole lower face glistening with your juices. He was whimpering lightly, too, gently fucking into the couch through his jeans. 

“Stevie, Steve, oh my god,” you breathed, fisting your fingers through his hair. “I’m almost there, please, fuck, please keep going.” 

He continued his exact motions, moaning into you at the sound of your voice.

With a high-pitched keen, you fell over the edge, clamping your thighs around his ears. You screwed your eyes shut, fucking up into Steve’s face to prolong the feeling, with Robin behind you sucking bruises into your neck. She reached around and pushed two fingers into your mouth, trying to quiet your ear-piercing moans. You gleefully licked and sucked around them, using the action as an outlet as your orgasm surged through you still. 

Once you had come down, panting heavily as Steve nuzzled your inner thighs, you wasted no time in dragging him up to your face and taking his mouth in a bruising kiss. He moaned into your mouth as you deftly undid his belt. 

It was honestly impressive, the speed with which you got his pants off and took him in your hand, pumping quickly as you lined him up with your entrance. 

“Go on,” you whispered in his ear sweetly. “If you ask nicely, I’m sure Robin will help you get another one out of me.”

Steve groaned as he pushed into you, the intrusion familiar and welcome and making you moan loudly. 

“Please,” he breathed, his eyes squeezed shut. “Robin, please.”

Robin chuckled breathlessly, nodding as she brought her hands around your front, rubbing in firm, tight circles over your clit, exactly how she knew you liked it. Underneath you, you could feel her doing the same to herself, trying to bring herself off at the same time as you and Steve. 

You knew none of you would last long as Steve started thrusting into you earnestly. While Steve may have had a little trouble with foreplay, he sure knew how to use his hips. You moaned wantonly as his thrusts snapped into the most sensitive spots inside you, feeling yourself once again get close to the edge. Both Robin’s hands sped up, and her moans in your ear egged you on. Steve’s breaths turned ragged as his hips started to stutter. 

You came first, with a weak tremble as your body eked out the last bits of pleasure it could. You moaned loudly, turning and capturing Robin in a searing kiss as your legs seized and walls clamped onto Steve. 

Steve was next, snapping his hips into you with a brusque finality as he gave a vocal grunt, spilling into you and dropping his head on your chest. You ran your fingers through his hair in a manner you hoped was soothing as he panted into your chest. 

Robin was last, giving a pleased sigh and kissing up your neck as her free arm tightened around you.

All three of you lay, practically boneless, trying to catch your breath. 

“This whole time, I thought you were a virgin,” Steve muttered disbelievingly. 

Robin chuckled. “Yeah, you were a little slow on the uptake there, buddy.”

“Sooo…. that morning the Chief drove you home…?” Steve asked, trailing off. 

You snorted. “Yes, Steve.”

Steve pulled a face. “And how the hell did you bag Karen Wheeler?”

“Oh, that one’s easy. Ted doesn’t know his head from his ass,” Robin replied, stroking her fingers through your hair. 

“And does Nance know you’ve slept with her mother?” Steve teased. 

You swatted his arm. “No. And she will never know,” you said threateningly. 

Steve propped his chin up on your chest to meet your eyes. You softened, a goofy smile overtaking your face. 

“Good lesson?” you asked softly. 

Steve rolled his eyes. “If the noises you were making count for anything, I’d say so.” After a pause, “Although, I daresay I could use more practice.”

You suppressed a grin. “You know, you could use more practice. Robin’s still better than you and I’m sure you won’t stand for that.

“I will not, you’re right. Prepare to be overtaken, Buckley,” Steve wagged a finger in her face. 

“Count me out, Harrington. This was fun, but I’m still as gay as they come. And don’t you dare go stealing my fuck buddy,” Robin warned, squinting at Steve. 

Steve laughed, making eye contact with you. “We’ll have to see about that.”

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[sage-green-matcha]

MAROON - ETHAN LANDRY PT. 3 🍷🥀🔪

“You were standing hollow-eyed in the hallway, carnations you had thought were roses, that’s us. I feel you no matter what” - Taylor Swift

Content includes: mentions of murder! That’s all :)

PT. 1 of Maroon | PT. 2 of Maroon | PT. 4 of Maroon |

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"Listen up nerds! Listen up" You glanced at Chad while he smiled at Ethan, giving him a thumbs up. Your brows furrowed, confused at the bromance that was happening between them. "Uhm...how has your day been?" "Ethan, is Chad trying to get you to talk to me when we're not drunk for once?" He nodded shyly, scratching the back of his neck.

You glared at Chad, his smile falling flat as Mindy started to speak. "As terrifying as this all is! I'm actually glad I get to redeem myself for not calling out the killers last time... it's fine" You looked back at Ethan, he was playing with his fingers again, leg bouncing with anxiety. "You okay...?" "What...oh, I'm Fine"

"Okay, the way I see it someone is out to make a sequel to the requal" You looked at the group in confusion, Tara shrugging back at you. "Uhm, what's a requal?" Anika put her hand up only for Mindy to shut her down. Her words turned into nothing, going straight into one of your ears and out the other. You were ashamed to say but all you could think about was Ethan and also the fact that you could be stabbed at any given moment. You hated Chad for ruining your chance, your crush on Ethan was only growing and it was so close to being something more.

You distracted yourself from Mindy's words. You didn't notice how much you looked over at Ethan, especially his hands. He played with the chain of his keys, long fingers with veins running up his arm. You didn't know why but you found it hot, really hot. "Y/n! Are you listening?" Mindy clapped and you looked up at her, annoyed. "Yes Mindy, I'm all ears" "Great! As I was saying, nobody just makes sequels anymore! We're in a franchise!" She opened her arms excitedly. "And there are certain rules to a continuing franchise! Rule one! Everything is bigger than last time, bigger budgets, bigger cast, and worse of all...bigger body count"

"Beheadings! You gotta top what came before to keep people coming back" "Beheadings? Chad spoke up, pulling his pen away from the paper filled with notes. "Yes Chad, beheadings! And rule 2! Whatever happened last time, expect the opposite" You rolled your eyes, slouching down.

You should really be listening, but you were too distracted to care. You'd beaten Ghostface once, you could do it again. Somehow you weren't that worried for yourself, but you were scared shitless about your friends. "And rule 3, no one is safe" Ethan glanced at you with worry in his eyes. You felt bad for him, Quinn, and Anika. They had nothing to do with this but yet they were dragged in. And there was nothing they could do about it. They had been annunciated without a proper annunciation.

"It's not looking too good for Gale and Kirby...sorry Y/n" You didn't know if that should scare you. What your aunt did was unforgivable. Writing a book about the night where you, her own niece almost died. You still loved her...but you didn't know if she was worth saving.

"And that's not even the worst part!" "This is the part where she tells us the worst part" Chad pointed, Mindy's cue to continue. "The worst part is...franchises are just continuing, episodic installments designed to boost an IP! Which means, Main characters are expendable now too..." Tara and Sam looked up, concern lingering in their eyes.

"That means it's not just the friend group, any of us could go at any time...especially Sam and Tara" Ethan finally spoke up, scared for his own safety. "Wait, wait any of us?" "Yeah" "Am I in the friend group?" "Yeah, you are that's why you're here, not just cause you're Y/n's puppy and you follow her around everywhere"

"He's not my puppy!" Chad went to open his mouth before you shot him a threatening glare once again. "So, am I like one of the targets?" "Mhm" "Am I gonna die a virgin?" "Nah, Man Y/n will take it" he had a dumb smirk on his face, yours filled with embarrassment "Chad, I'm gonna kill you" you spoke through gritted teeth.

"Wait something is going on between you two?" Anika spoke up and you hid in your hands. "I knew I felt some sexual tension" Tara perked up. "Okay well...that was a weird overshare, but it brings us to our current suspect. Ethan! The shy dorky guy that no one suspects because he's so shy and dorky, and he's already got one of our final girls on her knees"

"I'm not on my knees...what?" "What...why am I on the suspect list? Because I'm randomly Chad's roommate?" You rubbed your temples, a small sigh escaping your lips. "Roommate lotteries can be juked, you could've fixed it to get next to us" he rolled his eyes, an annoyed expression on his face.

You were still annoyed at Chad, also Mindy now. She moved to target Quinn, even her own girlfriend next look. "Never trust the love interest" You wondered if Mindy couldn't even trust her own girlfriend...could you really trust Ethan? He was a stranger, and you didn't know much about him besides the fact that he was a virgin and his favorite chips were Cheetos.

"Okay, so we have our rules, and we have our suspects" "Wait, wait, wait, what about you guys?" Ethan spoke up, the death glare that was once for Chad was now for him. Is he serious? "I mean, I think it's pretty safe to rule out the 5 of us who went through this last year" "Agreed" you spoke, your eyes off Ethan, feeling his stare on your shoulder.

"Uhm, not agreed. What if the trauma you all went through caused one...or more! Of you to snap?" "Yea? Or the fame you got from the killings made you thirsty for more...I mean, to be honest, here, some of the theories online about Sam are-" "What the fuck is wrong with you?" "Don't you fucking dare?" You and Tara's words mixed, the same amount of annoyance coming from your voices. He backed away with wide eyes.

"Okay, she's right through, I mean face facts. If we're all suspects, you're all suspects" you gulped, looking at your friends. "Well I have to get to class, but I'll see you losers later. Be safe" Mindy waved, Anika catching up to her. You swung your bag over your shoulder, ignoring Ethan chasing after you.

"Y/n...y/n I'm sorry" "Ethan, no...why would you say that?" You walked faster, Ethan apologizing behind you. "Let me make it up to you, please" he caught up to you, stopping you in your tracks. "I wasn't talking about you... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. Mindy got me all defensive and it just came out my mouth"

"Whatever, Ethan" You tried to walk away but he insisted. "Please Y/n, I don't wanna lose your trust over this" you paused, looking up at him. "Ethan, you know I like you, but you've never had my trust. Don't make it worse for yourself"

"Please, I'll pick you up at 5...or 6! We can go somewhere and talk it out, we can do whatever you want" You found his bickering kinda cute, agreeing so he would leave you alone. "Is this just a lame excuse to ask me to go out with you? you licked your lip, holding back a smile. "yes...and no?"

You decided not to go to any Classes, going back to the apartment with Sam and Tara. "Im gonna have everyone stay the night, it's better if we're all together. Invite your puppy y/n" you rolled your eyes. "He's not my puppy. And what he said was seriously messed up, I'm sorry, Sam" she just shrugged. "It sucks because he's not wrong...I am the daughter of a murderer, and it's always gonna haunt me"

"Hey guys, I won't be able to attend your little party thing... I'm going out with this new guy" Quinn waved her phone in her hand. "Isn't that a bit unsafe?" She bit her lip and shrugged. "it's not, trust me I know his intentions" she winked, making the group smile. "Byeee!!" She waved, shutting the door behind her. "Mindy definitely got the slutty roommate part right"

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[rorywritesjunk]

I can’t tell where the journey will end But I know where to start

Prequel to my Kid Buggy fic, set about 11-ish years before that story.

Buggy meets you by chance when he needs his buttons sewn back onto his jacket. He’s young, up and coming, and he thinks everyone should cower before him wherever he goes, but all you do is smile at him.

Rating: PG-13ish just for some swearing. Warning: Buggy’s in his early 20s. He’s an asshole. He just is because I wanted to write him loud, demanding, everything. Also, I’m not nice to Buggy when he tries to flirt. I definitely write him as a bit of a disaster when it happens. It’s just going to get a bit worse from here. This chapter is just kind of fluffy. Buggy deserves it. A/N: I have no idea when Buggy became a Captain, so he’s a fresh faced captain in this. No clue how long this fic will be.

Title comes from “Wake Me Up” by Avicii.

TAGLIST: @lostfirefly @ane5e @kingofthemfingpirates @the-angriest-angel @tiredemomama @valen-yamyam16 @i-reblog-fics-i-like @plethora-of-fickleness @uhnanix

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7 + Chapter 8 + Chapter 9 + Chapter 10 + Chapter 11 + Chapter 12 + Chapter 13 + Chapter 14 + Chapter 15 + Chapter 16 + Chapter 17 + Chapter 18 + Epilogue

Chapter 10

Miss Pins was kind enough to let Buggy upstairs to the living space to get dried off. The storm was pretty bad and she knew you would be dumb enough to walk him back to his ship like this, so she offered him a blanket and a spot on the kitchen floor to sleep, which he begrudgingly took while you came back to the kitchen in a pink fluffy robe with some towels for him to dry off with and a dry pair of clothes. You saw the blanket on the floor and frowned at him as your boss left.

“Does she want you to sleep on the floor, Buggy?” You asked as you unfolded a towel and started to dry his hair for him. “Because it’s too cold and hard. You’ll get sick.”

“I’ll be fine.” He replied, voice muffled from the towel as you dried his face next, being mindful of his nose. “Not the worst place to sleep.”

“My bed can fit two people.” You said as you handed him the other towels and clothes. “You can get changed in my room while I make us some tea.” 

He looked at you in surprise, face flush at the suggestion. Share a bed with you? Granted, you did before back on his ship when he was drunk, but he just confessed how he felt to you only twenty minutes ago and you were offering to share your bed with him? Really? 

You took his hand and led him down the hall to your room. “Come back to the kitchen when you’re ready.”

He was left alone after that. He stepped into your room and shut the door, taking a moment to check everything out. The dress you wore was hung up behind the door, drying out from the rain. There were some pictures on your dresser of what he assumed to be your parents and you, all smiling big. He picked up a photo of what he figured was you as a kid when you were still with your parents, and he squinted at it for a moment before setting it back down. It was nice to see you smiling in all the photos, and that you looked genuinely happy in every single one.

He stripped off his wet clothes and dried off, still looking around. There really wasn’t much in there except various articles of clothes hung up. Were they all yours or were these orders you worked on in your room? 

The clothes you chose seemed to fit him. He didn’t know what to do with his wet things so he opened your wardrobe and found some hangers, figuring he could at least hang them for you since you’ve been doing everything else for him. Once he finished he returned to the kitchen where you were getting two cups ready with some tea. You looked up and smiled at him.

“Feel any warmer?” You asked. “Probably feels good to get out of those wet clothes.”

He shrugged and sat down at the table, leaning back in his chair. You went over to him and leaned down to give him a kiss, startling him to the point where he almost tipped his chair back, but you grabbed the back of the chair to prevent it. 

“W-What was that for?” He asked, clearing his throat as he straightened up in his seat. You just shrugged as you went to the stove to pour the hot water into the mugs.

“Just felt like it.” You replied as you brought the mugs over to the table. “Let it sit for a few minutes, okay?”

He looked at the tea and back at you. “You’re not… upset by what I said?”

“Back at the lake?” You said as you sat down across from him. “About being in love with me? No.”

“Really?” 

“Why would I be upset, Buggy?” You asked, frowning as you tilted your head to the side. “I told you that I’m starting to fall in love with you as well.”

“Y-Yea, but…” He hesitated. The doubt was coming back. What if you just said it to be nice to him? Maybe you weren’t really falling in love with him, just putting up with him until he left again and you’d fall for someone else, someone better than him even. Taller, more handsome, didn’t have a stupid red nose on their face. 

“Buggy, why would I bring you to my home if I didn’t like you?” You asked as you reached across the table to take his hand in yours. “And if I didn’t like you then I wouldn’t be offering to share my bed with you. I’d let you suffer on the kitchen floor.”

He nodded slowly, looking down at his hand in yours, your thumb caressing his knuckles gently. That’s probably true, you wouldn’t be doing these nice things for him if you didn’t somewhat like him. 

“You’re sweet, Buggy, and I like that about you.” You told him. “But I would like to hear why you’re in love with me.” 

Oh. He didn’t think he’d want you to hear that. Where did he even begin? 

“You’re nice to me.” He paused and frowned. “Genuinely nice to me.”

“Oh, Buggy…”

“What? It's the biggest reason!” He insisted, but you just looked at him sadly as you gave his hand a squeeze.

“If you give me names of anyone who's ever hurt you, I'll make them pay.”

Well, he wasn't expecting that response. Did you even have a mean bone in your body? Buggy shook his head, trying to reassure you but it didn’t seem to be working. “No, no, it's fine. I'm fine.” 

“If you're sure…” You didn’t let go of his hand. The fact that you being nice to him was the biggest reason he fell in love with you made your heart hurt. You were raised to treat everyone with kindness, no matter who they were. 

“I also liked how you took care of me after my birthday.” He continued as he picked up his cup of tea. “You didn’t expect anything in return.” He took a careful sip before setting it back down. “You’ve helped me out a lot when you didn’t have to. You could have just left me at the restaurant and you never laughed at me.”

It was supposed to be sweet, his words, but honestly it just made you sad. Didn’t he ever have someone to help him out when he needed it? Why did it take you just being nice to make him fall in love with you like this? 

“Have people done that to you?” You asked, voice cracking just a bit. “Laugh at you when you need help? Why?”

“What? N-No, you’re not supposed to be upset when I tell you this!” He exclaimed, looking flustered. “I’m telling you good things, why I’m in love with you! It should make you happy!”

“I-I am happy, but Buggy, those are just… just things anyone should do!” You sniffed. “Things people do for people they care about.”

“... yea, well…” He crossed his arms and looked away. “I appreciate it, okay? It… means a lot to me.”

You suddenly got up and went over to him; he looked up at you, wondering what was happening, when you suddenly leaned down and wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tightly. He leaned into your touch and closed his eyes, hopeful that he could always get a hug from you. Honestly it was starting to become one of his favorite things whenever he saw you. There was just a feeling of safety whenever you held him, familiarity, and he wanted to be able to experience it forever.

You pulled away after a moment and he started to reach out to pull you back, but you put your hands on his cheeks and leaned down to kiss him softly. He was perfectly fine getting a kiss instead of a hug, leaning towards you as his hands went to your waist. The position was a little uncomfortable, so it wasn't surprising when you finally pulled back, looking down at him as your thumbs stroked his cheeks carefully.

“I want you to be taken care of, Buggy.” You told him. “I want you to know what it's like to be loved and cared for.”

“What? Why?”

You shook your head and chuckled softly. “Because anyone would want that, Buggy, and I want that for you.”

He sat up a bit straighter in his chair, praying it didn't suddenly break under him when he asked, “... Like from you?”

“Me?” 

“Yes!” He insisted. “If I want someone to love and care for me, I want it to be from you! I just told you I'm in love with you, Sunny! And, and I only want to be with you!”

You looked at him, tilting your head to the side with a bit of a frown before you smiled and chuckled softly. “Is this your way of asking me to marry you?”

Buggy was speechless for a moment before turning red and nodding quickly. “It is now!”

Shaking your head, you kissed him again before returning to your seat. “I want a proper proposal, Buggy, with flowers and a ring, but not yet, okay? Wait at least until I'm finished with my apprenticeship.”

“Fine.” He crossed his arms as he leaned back in his seat, smirking over at you. “Gives me time to get you the best ring then.”

“I'll be waiting then.” You told him as you took a sip of your tea.

~

Buggy woke up the next morning convinced he had the best sleep of his life. You were still asleep, arms wrapped around him tightly with his head tucked under your chin. Normally he moved around in his sleep, tossing and turning, but he was content to be held against you instead. 

He should get back to his ship, check in on the crew so they knew he was alive, but he wanted an extra few minutes with you before he had to get up.

When you finally stirred, sighing heavily as you started to open your eyes, he tried to pretend to still be asleep, shutting his eyes and hiding his head under the covers. You kissed the top of his head, running your fingers through his hair lovingly as you held him.

“You’re so sweet.” You murmured softly as you rested your chin on the top of his head as you stroked his hair. “I’m sorry if others don’t see that.”

Oh, that was nice to hear, actually, and it made him feel better about how yesterday went with him telling you how he felt, and the stress and anxiety he was having over it and how you might actually feel about him seemed to go away just a bit. 

Buggy didn’t want to move just yet, he wanted to hear if you were going to say anything else to him while he pretended to sleep. You pulled the covers off him just enough for you to kiss him on the forehead, which he was okay with, he wanted you to just hold him and kiss him whenever you wanted, it was reassuring that you liked him, that you wanted him around you, and he felt pretty good about the fact that you seemed okay with him wanting to marry you. 

He just needed to be patient, wait like you asked him to do, and find the perfect ring for you.

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[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Hey i really love your fics. I was wondering if you could write(if you'd have time,of course) Sihtric x reader where she gets transported back in time from 2023 into 9th century, I was thinking season 3. Anyway, so Sihtric could meet reader in the middle of a forest, and he will be live really surprised by her appearance, like mini skirt and a blouse,or short dress, and he gets instantly smitten with her. And she thinks that he is some sort of cosplayer,but she soon realizes that she travelled back in time. So,they get together on his horse and meet with Uhtred and the rest of the boys and go back to Coocham. She gets a place to stay and helps Gisela. I don't know how it goes from there,you could make it whatever you want. Thanks im advance,could you do it like longer and include some smut. Thanks a lot. Have a good day. (Also,have I mentioned that you're my favourite writer here?) Bye.

Warnings: a little suggestive, not much.

Pairing: Sihtric x modern!you (f)

Summary: see request!

Word count: 3k

Note: first of all; OH MY GOD thank you, yes! I am thrilled to write this. I did make some slight changes to your request as I know fics with this theme have been written already, and I don't want to accidentally write something that's nearly the same. So, you requested a longer fic, and this is part 1. Part 2 will be up soon, and that's not the end of it as I am having a lot of fun with this one. And I am your favourite writer? Stop it! Thank you, dear anon. I hope you enjoy this part.

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 'You know of Kjartan?'

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You don't remember how you ended up here, or why, all you know is that you woke up with a killer headache in the woods. It seemed like you had spent the night there, as you found yourself waking up, covered, under a pile of crispy leaves. In your Halloween outfit. That's right. You apparently got so drunk at the party that you fell asleep in the woods somewhere on your way home, dressed like a slutty Freddy Krueger, wearing a short, ripped, red and green sweater dress with black fishnet tights underneath and black biker boots. It seemed like you also had been robbed when you were sleeping, as your phone was gone, as were your hat and the bladed glove, which were both part of your outfit. 

You felt rather relieved when you walked into a man, who was also dressed up, while you had tried to find your way out of the woods. Which seemed impossible, because you simply didn't recognise anything, as if you had never been there before.

The man was a little startled when you suddenly ran up to him, asking for help, and it confused you even more that he had looked confused.

'Can you help me?' you had asked, 'I've lost my phone and I seem to be lost too. I have no idea where I am. I was at the party last night, I assume you were too, judging by the outfit,' you gestured at him, 'I just need to use your phone. Maps, you know? So I can figure out where I am.' The man was quiet as he took a bite of his apple. And as you simply waited for him to take out his phone, you took in his appearance. He was handsome. You don't remember seeing him at the party, as you were sure you would remember a pretty boy such as himself. 

He had short, dark hair, shaved on both sides with two small braids which had some beads in it. A tattoo graced one side of his head, starting above his ear and ending onto his neck. You wondered if the tattoo was real, because you thought it looked pretty damn hot, but it could be a jobstopper. He was wearing a thick, black fur cloak, which you were quite jealous of, because you absolutely regretted dressing up the way you did. You were freezing. 

You couldn't really tell what was underneath the cloak, but you couldn't lie, you'd love to find out what he was hiding under there, but all you could see made you assume he just really liked Game of Thrones or something. You could see his shoes and they seemed rather rough. The man was surely dedicated to his outfit.

'You're dressed up as that winter is coming guy, right?' you asked, breaking the awkward silence as the man didn't seem to reach for his phone, or anything else.

'Lady?' the man simply said, confused. You felt slightly spooked as he suddenly spoke.

'The tv show?' you frowned, 'what's his name, ehh, crap. You know, winter is coming or whatever he says? John something… Stark? No, Stark is Iron Man, ehh, you know, right?' you tried and failed. The man looked you up and down, still confused, but you could see he was more or less checking out your bare legs.

'I do not understand, lady,' the man spoke more words now, carefully, and you felt your knees weakening upon hearing his soft, low voice and that sexy accent he carried.

'It's, ah,' you sighed, 'nevermind. I never saw the show either. I just, can I please borrow your phone?'

The man looked at you curiously. Still very confused, but also curious now, and it seemed as if he was thinking really hard about his next words to you.

'No?' he said slowly, not sounding really sure about his own words. But the man simply had no idea what he was saying no to.

'Oh,' you grimaced, 'eh, okay. Can you then at least tell me where we are?'

'Near Coccham, lady,' the man suddenly spoke confidently and a smile appeared on his lips. 

God, he was absolutely adorable, calling you 'lady'? Oh, he could call you 'lady' whenever he wanted. Where did this guy come from? You sure hoped you had a mutual friend, because you were to get this boy's number somehow. And as you were already imagining what he looked liked under that cloak, you barely registered what he had said to you.

'Wait,' you suddenly snapped back to reality, 'where?'

'Coccham, lady,' he took a step closer, 'Wessex.'

'Wessex?' you frowned. Last time you checked the party was in London.

'Are you from Mercia?' the man asked, getting a better look at you as his eyes grew wider with each step he took towards you.

'Mercia?' you shook your head, 'n-no. I'm from London.'

'Lundene?' the pretty boy gasped, and his eyes couldn't possibly get any bigger, 'but Lundene is a dangerous place for a lady like you.'

'Eh,' you chuckled nervously, 'it's… not really? I mean, I grew up there, so, you know?'

'You live there, lady?'

'Yes?'

'Do you work there?'

'Well, duh, yeah.'

'Are- are you a whore?'

'Excuse me?' you scoffed.

'Lord Uhtred says I- I shouldn't fall in love with a whore again. They only want my silver,' the cute boy suddenly rambled, 'and I mean, I-I have silver! I do. Enough, lady. I can… I could buy you pretty things, if you like, and… but, n-not if you are a whore. I shouldn't do that. Not again. Lord Uhtred says you all want the same,' he stopped talking and suddenly looked shy, as he saw your confused and offended look.

Of course, the hot guy was an absolute nerd and probably a fulltime larper, not that there's anything wrong with that, it just wasn't really your cup of tea. You almost rolled your eyes when you suddenly wondered if larpers like to get a little spicy and hot when they wear their outfits. Was he just role playing now? Was this a larper way of hooking up? You became a little interested in playing along, seeing where this was going, and if he would ever break character. Or… if he was lucky and ended up in your bed, you wondered if he would still call you 'lady'?

'And… what is it we want?' you feigned curiosity.

'My silver, lady,' he chuckled lightly.

'Your silver,' you nodded and tried to look serious, 'and this lord…'

'Lord Uhtred,' the man smiled proudly.

'Uhtred. Where is this lord?'

'In Coccham, lady, I can take you there.'

'To meet the lord?'

'If you wish to, yes, lady.'

His offer was a little tempting, you wondered where on earth he would take you if you accepted. To see a lord? Lord who? And where? Was there a little larp camp somewhere in the woods where you'd be put on trial for dressing like… a whore apparently? Or would he take you to some kind of medieval sex dungeon where you could meet his "lord"? You snorted lightly at that last thought.

'Sure, why the hell not,' you blurted out, 'I am cold. I just want to get out of here. Take me to your lord,' you sighed.

'You are cold, lady?' the man looked a little concerned, which you thought was sweet, even if it was just an act, he did it well, and he was really cute.

'Yeah,' you scoffed lightly, 'I slept here apparently. I'm freezing my ass off.'

The man frowned with a smile as he listened to you. Then he unclasped his cloak and took another step closer to offer you the warm fur.

'Take this, my lady, it will warm you.'

'Eh, are you… sure?'

'I insist,' the man smiled. So damn adorable.

'O-okay, thank you,' you smiled as you took his cloak and wrapped it around your shoulders. 

It was heavier than you expected, but it was nice as it was still radiating from the man's body heat, which warmed you instantly.

'Thank you,' you said again, 'what's your name?'

'I am Sihtric, lady, and you?'

Sihtric took your hand as you told him your name, and he pressed a gentle kiss upon the back of your hand, which unexpectedly made you blush.

'So, is Sihtric your real name?'

'Yes, lady,' Sihtric said with a smile, which faded slightly for a moment as it seemed he started to doubt his own name, but his grin quickly reappeared again, 'it's Sihtric, lady,' he nodded confidently.

'So, it's not the character you are dressed as?'

'W- what do you mean?' he asked hesitantly.

'Your name,' you smiled friendly, 'like, on your passport it really says Sihtric?'

'My… pass for… a -a port?,' Sihtric said slowly and shook his head, 'I- I am afraid I do not understand, my lady.'

What a peculiar guy he was. You figured he was probably the typical quiet, shy and polite guy, who would later on completely ravage you with his lord in that sex dungeon you still expected to see.

You smiled at him and told him to forget about it, and just take you somewhere warm. To which his face lit up and he told you that you could ride with him. You gladly accepted and couldn't wait to get into his car. You hoped it was a fancy car, one with heating in the seats, because your legs felt like popsicles now. You followed him and studied his outfit as you glanced over to him a few times. His armour looked good, expensive. You wondered where he got it from. Etsy, maybe? Definitely custom made. The guy must have money. You liked his Mjölnir necklace, the one thing you did recognise, and you told him. Which caused him to blush lightly as he clutched it in his fist, telling you that you must have been sent by the gods.

You felt yourself blush at his words and you had to admit, the medieval way of flirting definitely did something to you. 

You studied his face now that he was closer, and you noticed he had several scars. Your eyes then trailed down to his hands, and you became a little uncomfortable as you saw that not just his face, but also his hands had scars, which looked a little too realistic. You wondered if larpers really went for that many details these days. And then you noticed his rings and the tattoos on his fingers.

'Are those real?' you pointed at the lines on his fingers, to which he nodded with a shy smile.

'Does it mean something?' you asked, genuinely curious.

'Each line is one man I killed during battle.'

'Oh,' you said, not expecting that for an answer, 'and… h-how many have you… killed?' you played along.

Sihtric looked at you and held up both his hands, showing you he had quite an amount of lines tattooed. You gave him a polite smile and looked down at your feet, slightly concerned, while you continued the walk to his ride.

'There she is,' Sihtric smiled after a short while.

'A… a horse?' you frowned. 

What in the fuckery is this? He had a horse? The man literally had a horse, here, in the woods, while he was dressed as a medieval themed stripper with all his gold and silver.

'Sihtric,' you said calmly, 'is this,' you paused, not trying to snap at him, 'is this your… ride?'

'My horse, yes,' Sihtric smiled, once again proud, 'expensive she was, but a great beast.'

You watched Sihtric pet his horse and you were just at a loss. You grew a little tired of the joke, as you just really wanted some food, some water and warm clothes. Preferably at your own house. But as you still had no idea where you were, or how you ended up here, you really had no other choice than to go with Sihtric. But you couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, you just didn't know what.

'Lady,' he smiled, 'will you hand me the cloak?'

'Eh, sure?' you said, taking it off and handing it to him. 

You shivered as you watched Sihtric throw the majestic cloak around his shoulders, and then he beckoned you over. Cautiously, and confused, you walked over to him and his ride, and with ease he mounted you upon his horse. You chuckled lightly at the incredibly weird moment, but the warmth of the animal was pleasant against your cold legs. Before you realised it, Sihtric got up on his horse and sat behind you. Without speaking, he pulled you firmly against his chest, wrapping you inside his warm cloak along with him as he took the reins and ordered the horse to walk.

You had to admit there was something romantic about this, and if this Sihtric guy was trying to hit on you, he was definitely doing it the right way. You couldn't help but feel warm and comfortable against the stranger's chest and inside his cloak. You dare say you even felt safe.

'Are you spoken for, lady?' his voice sounded pleasantly close to your ear when he spoke after a while.

'Eh, no,' you chuckled lightly, 'I am not.' 

You heard Sihtric hum softly and you couldn't stop the sudden smile that formed on your face. So he was hitting on you.

'Why?' you decided to ask, 'are you spoken for?'

'No,' he said softly. You glanced over your shoulder and looked up at Sihtric, whose face lit up again and he said, 'not yet.' 

You blushed lightly as you understood what he meant, and you quickly turned away from him. If he married you during the larping, would it be official? You had so many questions. Even more questions raised, as your feeling of dread raised too, when you realised you still didn't recognize anything around you as your journey continued. And the feeling of disorientation consumed you when you suddenly saw a fortress in the distance. And you finally gave in to your gut feeling, accepting that something was very, very wrong. 

You were sat upon a horse, in the arms of a very hot, medieval looking man, who had asked if you were a whore, and you both had no phone. You had no recollection of getting here, you did not recognize these lands, and you knew for a fact that the fortress you closed in on, was not something created by larpers. Not on this scale.

You tried to put everything together, realising this was some Back to the Future shit. Except, this wasn't the future. This was back to the past. Way back to the past. You suddenly felt lucky that you had paid attention in school during the history lessons, as you were pretty good at that, and you remembered that Wessex became the Kingdom of England in 927. But, clearly, Wessex and Mercia were still separate now, so the year was not 927.

'Where are you from, Sihtric?'

'Dunholm, my lady.'

Dunholm. You remembered Dunholm. You knew there had been a battle and you tried to remember what year it took place. You couldn't get it right. But Dunholm… it bugged you. There was something you knew about Dunholm and clearly wanted to remember. You fidgeted with Sihtric's cloak, pulling some threads as you tried to remember what you learned about it.

'Kjartan,' you suddenly said out loud, 'the cruel.'

Sihtric abruptly stopped his horse.

'You know of Kjartan, lady?' he suddenly asked, his voice a little less soft than before.

'I-I have heard of him, yes.'

'Then you know he is dead.'

Kjartan was dead. Okay, good. Information. When did Kjartan die again? Ehh, it had to be… around 879? 880 maybe?

'Oh, yes,' you chuckled, trying to sound confident, 'of course, he is dead. Ehh.. a shame right?'

'Sure. A shame I didn't kill him,' Sihtric huffed as he spurred the horse to continue.

'Oh,' you grimaced, looking down at the lines on his fingers, understanding that Kjartan was not one of those lines.

'W-when exactly did he… die?'

'It's been thirteen summers, lady.'

Thirteen. Okay, that means you're probably in… Oh, dear god…

'893,' you whispered as you walked through the gates of a burh, which Sihtric had told you was Coccham.

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'We are here, my lady,' Sihtric said, quickly dismounting his horse. He held his hands out, helping you off his horse by placing his hands on your hips while you found support by resting your hands on his shoulders. And so he gently brought your feet back on the ground. All while his big eyes looked at you with admiration, as if you were otherworldly. Sihtric was simply besotted by you and your appearance, and he already knew that he would do whatever it would take to make you his wife.

His hands lingered on your waist as he looked down into your eyes, and that's when you noticed he had two different coloured eyes; one hazel and one blue mixed with grey. And if you weren't so anxious, you would've thought it was the most mesmerising sight.

Sihtric noticed your face had grown grave with concern, which he didn't understand. You came from Lundene, of all places, you shouldn't have reason to feel anxious about a place like Coccham. And as Sihtric felt somehow naturally drawn to you, he didn't like the way you had become tense. Yet he also didn't know how to comfort you or if you would even allow him. But all he wanted to do at that moment was to wrap you in his arms. Instead, he took off his cloak again and threw it over your shoulders, covering you up.

Sihtric said he didn't want you to be cold, which was partly true, as it was winter and the lack of clothes you had on was concerning, but he also didn't want any other man to see what he already felt belonged to him.

#sihtric x reader #sihtric x you #the last kingdom fic #sihtric fic #sihtric kjartansson #the last kingdom #sihtric #sihtric kjartanson #tlk

[fromabasementonthehilll]

My Girlfriend Is a Witch (pt.2)

͙⁺･༓☾ - Summary: the coldest winter yet had came ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ in, and things hadn't become any easier.

Pairing: lottie matthews x fem!reader

Warnings: ...

Pt. 1

a/n: was drunk for ab a week straight and wrote some of this in a rush, also might not do a pt.3 since this one is longer than I wanted it to be 😟 hopefully will get back to writing in a couple of days so pleaseee do send requests 🤞🏻🤞🏻 ps. reader is kinda stupid in this

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Your lips rested on the cracked surface of a cup as you drank the last of your herbal tea - facing the flickering fire. Winter had phased in with spite, and you had finally put the jacket you crammed into your suitcase to good use.

"Hey," Nat sat by you, crossing her legs, "look, it wasn't your fault, we all did it," She noticed your agitated expression that wouldn't go away ever since the day Jackie's body was eaten, "you were hungry, (y/n). I mean, did we really have any other choice?" You knew how bad she felt about it all, you also knew how hard it was for her to convince herself that it wasn't her fault either, and you were her main source of comfort, mostly because you were just as adamant about it as she was.

"I know, Nat, but god - seeing her like that," you winced at your words, trying to block out the image of Jackie the morning after her and Shauna's fight, unable to finish your sentence with a slight stutter. Natalie hugged you in return, your eyes still watching the flames flicker up and down.

Boiling water above a fire every night and scarce of food; Lottie favoured as leader and cold nights spent in near agony - it had become the norm, everyone was forced to accept it, some in favour, some not. The tragic death of your teammate remained haunting, it still lingered in your mouth, it lingered inside of you as it did with everyone else, nobody wanted to think about it let alone speak about it, all that anyone could remember from that night was the words ringing in their ears,

"It wants us to."

It took a while for everybody to acknowledge Lottie's so called 'intuition', though her peace with Jackie's death had been a sort of solace for everyone. You were naturally the first, you watched it become something akin to a cult - the way they all worshipped her, and you were confused seeing it, unsure of what to do or say; just going along with it.

-

You were sleeping in the attic again, eyes closed and hands trying to find Lottie, yet to no avail. You slowly opened your eyes and rubbed them before sitting up to look around, "Lot?" You whispered, eyelids half open. She was nowhere to be found, again, and so you slipped into a hoodie and crept downstairs amongst everybody's sleeping bags, then slowly creaking the door open. You saw Lottie sitting on the porch, hands tucked into her knees.

"Hey," you sat by her - wrapping your arms around yourself, "why are you out here? It's so cold." She didn't turn to look at you. All you did was give her a confused look, before she finally faced you with rosy red ridden cheeks and a slight smile.

"It's peaceful out here." She said, smiling more knowing that you were with her in this moment. She noticed you trying to respond through shivers of cold, and she quickly changed her expression and took her jacket off, "here. You don't have to stay with me you know." She watched your lips turn paler by the second, "I want to." You beamed, voice quiet and soft, before leaning your head onto her shoulder. She wrapped one arm around you, covering you with warmth and placing a soft kiss onto the back of your head. It felt rare to spend time with Lottie like this, you'd have to hope that she was in the right state to give you affection, and it just wasn't right, but right now you didn't care - needing the closeness of her.

The night had gotten so cold that you couldn't feel any of your limbs anymore, and the both of you finally decided to go back in, though as you walked closer to the attic ladder you had heard someone from behind you get up.

"(y/n)?" It was Natalie's voice, you turned your head and Lottie followed. "What are you doing?" She asked, "we just went out to get some fresh air, Nat." You spoke quietly and cautiously unlike Natalie. It was almost pitch black in the cabin, the moonlight barely peaking through the frosty windows. "Are you sure that's it? You can tell me if Lottie's pulling some weird bullshit again." She talked to you as if Lottie wasn't even in the room, "what?" You scoffed, knowing Nat wasn't the biggest Lottie supporter, though still slightly shocked. "Let's just go to bed, (y/n)." Lottie stressed before turning around to climb up, "Yeah, sure, just pretend like everything's normal." Nat sneered and Lottie sighed. "What's wrong with you? Lottie isn't doing anything." You responded with confusion, you could sense Lottie's discernment of Natalie - how it led her to just avoid her in general, but this same argument had been going on for ages and you were tired of it. "You're just feeding into her delusions, (y/n), like everyone else." Natalie gestured, her eyes never leaving yours. "Whatever." You brushed her off and gave her a disappointed look that said 'really?', making made your way up the ladder - leaving Natalie frustrated.

"Lot, I love you, okay?" You lied under the covers facing her, giving her a kiss on the forehead and brushing her hair out of the way as she warmly smiled with tired brown eyes, before falling asleep. You wanted more, to breathe under her touch, to feel the comfort of her sweetness. But she stayed bitter, and you stayed yearning.

-

The day your parents moved interstate was the day you met Lottie - standing over her porch watching the new neighbours; you, drive in. She brought store bought brownies for your family whilst everyone was under the impression she made them,

"There's no way you made these,"

"Ugh, alright, I didn't. I'm sorry."

She was never that much of a cook. One time you fell ill, staying at hers while your parents were out of town. Lottie had took it upon herself to cook you dinner for the next week, and it was hell.

"Let's just get takeout instead, babe." You would try to reason in the most softest voice possible. Though against your will, she would insist on cooking, bragging about how she had discovered new ingredients. "Here you go." she'd say with an oblivious smile, proud of her pesto-pasta-parsnip concoction, somehow she had managed to make the simplest foods hard to eat, and sometimes it would get so bad that you'd have to fake being too sick to eat. This time round there wasn't much to cook, just tea to brew and herbs that sat around waiting for the next time you were lucky enough to find meat to eat.

"I made you this." Lottie handed you a cup of wild rose tea, you sat on the cabin floor half awake, "Oh, thank you Lot." You smiled, holding the cup with both of your hands in attempt to borrow heat. She sat down next to you, a bothered expression on her face. "(y/n)," she muttered, unsure of how she was to phrase it, "what's going on with you and Natalie?" She asked with curiosity and slight confusion. "What do you mean?" You weren't sure of how to approach her when she spoke to you about other people, her jealousy wasn't something you necessarily wanted to indulge in, and you weren't certain if she was even jealous.

"I mean that I don't have a good feeling about her." Her statement was stern, assertive. "It's like an apparition of her, I guess." This time doubtful of herself, she watched you up and down.

"I mean yeah, she's been acting weird towards you lately, but that's something you'd have to ask-"

"That's not what I'm talking about."

You furrowed your eyebrows at her. Maybe it really was jealousy? Envy that you had been spending more time with Natalie than Lottie, even though to your knowledge you were just helping a friend with hard times. "Talk to me, Lot." You stressed, while placing your hand on her cheek. "If you really do believe in me, you'll stay away from her." She said with slight rigour, you'd never seen her speak to you as harshly as she did in this moment, and your fear was enough to comply. She brushed her sternness off and smiled contently before getting up and leaving, though she hadn't noticed Natalie come up to you straight after. "Are you okay? Did she say something? What happened?"

"Nothing." You got up to follow Lottie and disregarded Natalie as her gaze trailed you.

"What the fuck Lottie?" You exclaimed the words you couldn't just a moment ago, she looked at you confused. The others couldn't hear your voices as you were in the attic, and you used it to your advantage, "you cant just make me ignore Natalie, she's my friend, she needs me." You flailed your arms at her, she took her hoodie down and placed her jacket to the side. It felt like a knife to the chest the way she would talk to you sometimes, of course you wanted to be with Lottie - you loved her, but what did Natalie have to do with anything?

She edged closer to you, walking up to your smaller frame, you clenched your jaw looking at her. "You're not listening to me, (y/n)," she raised her chin, "it wants you to, it wants me to," She stopped and lingered on her last words, "wants you to what, Lottie." You stared up at her; heart racing, trying to induce a response. You were dazed by her superstition, though recently you had your doubts and frustrations, how she would speak of 'it' to brace her cunning, and you had to convinced yourself that it really was an unexplainable truth and not just an excuse to get her way with things.

"It doesn't matter, just listen to me." Her mind was clearly somewhere else. "You haven't even kissed me for the past week, and you expect me to just accept it? I miss you, Lot." You whined at her, "yeah, well, that isn't my main priority." She said coldly, turning around and biting her lip.

"Are you kidding me? I cant deal with you. Talk to me when your heads straight." You ran off, almost in tears from how ignorant she was, and how excruciating the situation was as a whole - why was it so hard to just talk to her?

You walked faster than usual, asking Nat to follow you. Stopping outside behind the cabin, you broke down, Natalie held you as you sobbed into her shoulder, "hey, it's okay." She rubbed your back, "talk to me, what happened?" You calmed down slightly, backing up.

"It's Lottie, I don't even know what happened, she just-"

"I know, you don't have to tell me." Even when you were breaking down crying the angst between Lottie and Natalie was persistent, you didn't pay much attention to it though, considering you were in too much of a mental haze. She brought a hand to your cheek, wiping your tears, "it'll be okay, I promise." You chuckled shyly in return, eyes meeting hers. Natalie watched you tuck your bottom lip in and breathe in shakily, you were too focused on regaining composure to notice her moving closer to you, and all of a sudden you felt her lips on yours, salty tears in her mouth. For a split second you leaned into it, tilting your head slightly to fit her, before abruptly pulling away. "Nat," you spoke, shocked. "I'm sorry, I should've known you weren't into-" her cheeks flushed in embarrassment, "no it's not that, I just," you panicked, "oh," Natalie gave out, finally catching onto yours and Lottie's relationship. "Look, this was a mistake okay? Just forget about it." You rushed, heading back inside.

Somehow you were completely oblivious to Natalie having any romantic feelings towards you, your eyes were wide and your lips were shaking profusely as your gaze was pinned to the floor, shyly opening the cabin door and forgetting to close it, after which you heard Shauna moaning at you with exhaustion and shutting it, focusing her attention back to the fire.

This time you had slept downstairs, ignoring Lottie in your peripheral whenever she'd show up. You carelessly fell asleep on a random throw, trying to block out any memory of today.

-

Your eyelids were heavy, waking up to commotion in the room and a random blanket thrown onto you. "(y/n), wake up." Mari shouted, loud enough for you to blink a few times and stay alert, "what's going on?" You asked, "Nothing, just do your chores." She walked off in unnoticeable frustration. You gently moved the blanket - slightly stumbling, making awkward eye contact with Natalie before picking up an empty bucket.

You were on water duty again, the cold had created a thick layer of ice on top of the lake, though Travis had hacked a small hole into it for water supply recently. You threw a jacket on, zipped it up, and left.

"Wait, (y/n)!" You heard someone from behind you panting, you turned around to see Lottie. "What about the laundry?!" Misty shouted from afar, she simply ignored her and stopped in front of you, "hey," she said, catching her breath, you continued walking as you spoke to her, "what's up?" You looked at her curiously, still silently beating yourself up over whatever happened yesterday.

She stayed silent for a moment, and you felt the need to console her uncertainty, "Lot, I believe you," You stopped behind a tree, placing a hand onto her shoulder "I swear, I do." She knew exactly what you were talking about, how you doubted her despite her persistence against Natalie, and how you were now reassuring her. Lottie paused for a second, mind thinking back to how stubborn you were to acknowledge what Lottie had told you. "Why should I trust you?" She asked quietly, voice breaking almost unnoticeably. All you could do was stare at her in distress, "you promised me that-" she choked on her words. "I know." You scarcely admitted, "but you can't just ignore me, fuck, Lottie - I thought we were over." You cried with prominence. "I'll do whatever you want, I swear, just please talk to me." Tears began forming in your eyes as you pleaded profusely, they glistened sharply against the teethy snow, and she watched them with guilt. Her frigid hands cupped your wet cheeks,

"I love you no matter what." She said, dragging the fear out of you, "I'm sorry." she faltered slightly. Your lips quivered as she moved closer, "I'll always believe in you." You whispered with cold breath, she knew you were hers, and she was yours, and so she kissed you. She pushed further, backing you against a tree, tongue caressing your lips like honey. She pulled away for a second, "(y/n), I mean it, I'm sorry. I should've been there for you, when Ja-" you kissed her back, even harder this time while you wrapped your numb hands around her neck. She stood over you, quiet moans leaving your mouths. You could feel your cheeks flush slowly as her soft skin was finally against yours, you giggled against her as her mouth trailed down to your neck, planting kisses all over you - you felt hungry for her, your hands pushing her head further into you.

A sudden guilty conscience overcame you, remembering Natalie's lips against yours, and you tried to numb it by raising Lottie's face and smashing your lips into hers yet again, tasting her every flavour.

"(y/n), we cant do this here." She broke out, you nodded and headed back.

"Where is the water??" Misty complained, seeing you with an empty bucket at the doorstep, "must've fell out, sorry." You ran up, dragging Lottie with you. As soon as you reached the attic you wrapped your arms around her neck and reached up to kiss her, this time your head was blank, just focusing on satisfying your famine, running your hands all around the back of her head and messing her soft and dark brunette hair up to filth.

Her desire for you was stronger than before, and this time as she trailed down to your neck there was no need to push her in, her mouth was warm and harsh against you - blade-like teeth lightly grazing your skin as you breathed with subtle moans. Your animalistic nails dug into her back and under her shirt, impatient and heavy with impulse; you worshipped her like she was your god, "I want you, Lottie." You whispered inbetween panting, she smirked with a quiet yet deep laugh in response, undoing your shirt with steady hands, you closed your eyes for the last time that day.

-

Natalie came down with a sickness, a kind you've never seen before. It wasn't out of the ordinary, though it still felt unusual, as if she was tampered with. For a moment you felt bad - instinctively wanting to stay by her side, but Lottie wouldn't allow it and you knew it, so you had just left the others to take care of her.

You wouldn't tell Lottie about that one time Nat kissed you, you knew that she knew, somehow and however that was possible.

Trusting her was a given, you life was in her hands and nothing ever went wrong after you'd given in.

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #lottie x reader #lottie matthews x reader #lottie matthews #yellowjackets oneshot

[simp999]

Saw that your TF2 requests are open :) could you do some relationship headcanons with Demoman x Male reader?? If you don't want to write headcanons you can do whatever you feel most comfortable with, I don't mind :)

Have a good day!!

AHHHH DEMO MY BELOVED <333 thank you so much for requesting!!! I needed this for the soul, as an enby who likes being seen as masc www

Tf2 Demoman x Male! Reader Headcannons + Mini Drabble

Wc: 0.8k

Masterlist

-I like to think that Demo’s very touchy-feely. Not in a weird way, it just makes him happy having an arm wrapped around your shoulders, or even simply having linked pinkies under the table.

-Like, bro-type affection if that makes sense?? He likes being gentle with you at times of course, and very much cherishes those moments, but there’s something about being able to pick you up and squeeze you tight, or pushing you around then having you giggle because of it that’s special to him.

-Back to those soft moments, he loooves hugs and cuddles, but especially when you two are super close. Like you two can be hugging for an extended amount of time and feel comfortable, then you look up at him and smile (as he melts)

-And it’d just be wrong of him to not give you a kiss right then and there, right?

-Speaking of, TONS of forehead/temple/hairline kisses. They’re his favorite to give.

-He loves any of your kisses of course, but kissing him on the jaw does something man

-Friends to lovers 100%

-He’s your #1 Hype Man tm for sure!! You do anything, it doesn’t even have to be remotely cool and he’s like “HELL YEAH! THAT’S ME BOY!! MY BOY, AAAALL MINE!!”

-Also, since magic is canon, it’s possible he believes that you’re his soulmate. Or at the very least, his good luck charm <3.

-One thing that gets me totally soft is the idea that he drinks less around you, so that he can remember special- or any- moments with you better. 

-If you enjoy drinking as well, there’s sure to be nights where you two just enjoy the night and drink together.

-Though, dating him definitely involves taking care of him. 

-Everytime he wakes up to you caressing his face while he has a miserable hangover, he swears he falls for you even more.

-The fact that you’re a boy wouldn’t change anything really, love is love. That’s just how Demo grew up.

-He’s not afraid to show you off to others, being so proud of you!!

-"Look at my handsome boyfriend!! Isn’t he the cutest?!"

-Speaking of praise, he gets extremely emotional about it when he’s drunk;

“Why’re ye looookin’ at me like..like that, luv?” He sways a bit as he speaks, while he sits on his bed, with you comfortably tucked in his arms. 

He had drank more than usual tonight, wanting to celebrate the impressive win you had earlier that day. The celebration had ended almost an hour ago, but the two of you still wanted to spend time together.

“Am I not allowed to admire my pretty boyfriend?~”

It takes a few moments to comprehend and then put together your words, but you can see the way his face heats up. He quickly tries to hide it by hugging you, and nestling in the crook of your neck.

The two of you lay like that for a while, the position being comfortable and warm. You could easily fall asleep on him, but he backs away before you could. His voice is much quieter, and the way he mumbles makes it tough to discern what he’s saying.

“Aye, luv… ye really think I’m pretty?”

Without missing a beat, you carefully bring your hand up to caress his face, and give him a short kiss.

“The prettiest.”

Extra trans male headcanons for the soul:

-If you’re trans, he is the most reassuring and comforting man you’ll meet.

-If you ever feel dysphoric, he’s so quick to shut it down.

-No!! You’re the most handsome, strong, boyest boy he’s ever met. (Yes, that’s something he’s told you.)

-I highly doubt any of the mercs would misgender you, and none of them would ever do it on purpose. But let’s say you did run into some transphobe douche while you’re out and about, I can promise that Demo would have a short fuse. (Pun intended-)

-He’d quickly passive-agressively say that you’re his boyfriend. 

-And if the ass doesn’t get the hint? Well, you won’t have to worry about them for long after they get blown up.

-If you bind, he will not allow you to do so during battle. He assures you that you can wear the binder whenever you’re out and about, or even as soon as you get back to base if it makes you feel better about yourself.

-He’s always on your ass about taking breaks and stretching, but he does it ‘cause he loves you. :)

-If you had top surgery, he LOVES kissing your scars. Or even tracing his fingers over them, through a shirt or not. 

-He totally loves getting you trinkets or literally anything with the trans flag or trans flag colors on it. He buys so many stickers and pins, and even a white, light blue, and light pink plushie he found.

July.25.23

#tf2 #team fortress #team fortress 2 #team fortress two #tf2 x reader #team fortress 2 x reader #tf2 x you #tf2 demo x reader #tf2 demo #tf2 demoman #team fortress demoman #team fortress 2 demoman x reader #x reader #fanfic

[harrytheehottie]

THE FIVE TIMES YOU KNEW LOVE ON TOUR SCRAPBOOK

thank you for creating this fun challenge @harrystylesgotmefuckedup and to @oh-honey-styles for tagging me <3

1) Which tour stop was your favorite?

London is always the best because it’s home. I also loved Tokyo, Harry went there a few years back and always talked about it and it was sweet to see the city from the POV of someone who loves it so much. We had a few days off before and after the shows so we were able to play tourists which is always fun. 

2) Tour fits! Which was your number one?

Hmmmm… this is hard but the last Wembley show. Heart overalls with no shirt. Delicious.

3) Harry's performed numerous covers on tour. If you had to choose, which has been his best for you? Which song would be a dream cover?

Hopelessly Devoted. I tried to get him to do Summer Lovin’ or really lean into the Danny Zucko of it all and go full Grease Lightin' but luckily for me - I still got what I wanted just a little bit after the show.

4) Lucky you, you've got access to any piece of Harry's merch you'd like. What are you choosing?

Our custom gazelles. That was my idea! It started with the custom final show shirts from the 2018 tour and now every end of tour run he comes up with something unique to give to all the band and crew.

5) Choose your favorite bathroom sign from Love on Tour

Kiwee. I still use it to this day!

6) Which opening act has been your favorite?

Wolf Alice! That was a special request from me - I showed Harry their music back in 2016. If I had a choice they’d be the openers from the very start.

7) You can add any of Harry's songs to the set list from any of his past albums. Which one?

Ever Since New York. You should've seen my reaction when he played it on NYC Night 15. He didn't give me any heads up. I was floored.

8) What are your very own essentials for being away from home on tour?

My work computer and film camera.

9) What's Harry like on tour? Any memorable moments, favorite crowd interactions?

I've been lucky enough to be with Harry through every tour in his career even through the tail end of the band. And I can honestly say this is the most relaxed I have ever seen him on a tour. He has his schedule down to a science. He wakes up in the morning after letting himself have a 'lie-in' (usually is up by 9 which to me is not a lie in but for a man who usually wakes up at 6 it is) we have breakfast together always. It’s a must. And then he’s off to the arena by mid-day while I work but I always make sure to get to the arena early so we can watch the opener together. And then I give him his space to do his ~rituals~ and watch the show from the back or the bleachers. One fun fact that not many would know is as soon as he gets out of a show and back to the hotel or home it’s straight to the treadmill to perform the show through one more time. So it’s a good 90 minutes before he’s in bed again. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

10) In honor of Harry's 30th birthday: Harry played at Acrisure Arena in Thousand Palms, CA on his 29th birthday. Aside from the show, how did the two of you celebrate?

This was nice because I didn’t have to actually plan the party! We had an afters at the arena filled with lots of cake from Hansen’s. We snuck into the golf course at the Madison once we got back to where we were staying - a very drunk yet memorable decision.

this was so fun ❤️ im going to upload more of this story but it’s nice to just see them through the years this way as well. tagging @didhewinkback @for-fucks-sake-h @gucciwins @andwhenshesays @harry-on-broadway @hslllot 🤪 and honestly anyone who writes and want to do one of these !!!!

#tftyk #love on your scrapbook #this was so fun M! and thank you for tagging me Anne 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽 #please do this it’s fun 😇

[sendpseuds]

20 Questions for Fic Writers [DRUNK EDITION]

Okay so…

I was tagged by @yourfavoritefridge and answered all of these questions while very drunk last night and for reasons I’ve decided to just give you those answers.

{Obviously I wasn’t sober enough to format it with links and stuff so I have done a little after the fact but I’ll just mark all my sober updates with these fancy ass brackets, but for the most part, I left my drunk answers unaltered and did not elaborate. ENJOY!}

1.) How many works do you have on ao3?

28 [Holy shit]

{technically 29 now}

2.) What's your ao3 word count?

380,7555 [feels fake] {and not a number…}

{also it’s 380,918 now}

3.) What fandoms do you write for?

Apart from the first fic [which we will talk about in Q19] Star Wars

4.) What are your top five fics by kudos?

Haunted Heart {293 kudos | Anakin falls for the charming ghost haunting his house} {when I tell you I thought this fic would have less hits than it has kudos when I first posted it…}

Bound and Broken {252 kudos | Satine helps Obi-Wan through his trauma following the events of Kadavo }

I’ll Fall For You If… {241 kudos | Bartender Anakin helps widower Obi-Wan set up his dating profile}

Go Fuck Yourself Obi-Wan [WHAT THE FUCK!? I love you freaks] {239 kudos | When a young padawan Kenobi finds himself in the future, Obi-Wan gets to know himself on a… deeper level}

Your Highness {237 kudos | Obi-Wan and Satine during the year on the run. The beginning of a long running series}

5.) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Not recently, and I’m trying really hard not to feel bad about it. MORE WHEN YOURE SOBER

6.) What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Bound and Broken or Haunted Heart

HonorableM: Curiosity Killed the Commander & Homecoming

7.) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

The Resolute Theater Presents

8.) Do you get hate on fics?

Not really? I’ve gotten the errant comment here and there, there has been a lot of asks about getting back to EIYWT which… ANSWER WHEN YOURE SOBER

9.) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I love this question.

It’s the weirdest question.

I know a few other mutuals have pointed it out, and I want to be clear, I don’t mean it in a bad way, but this is a weird question in a way that I LOVE.

YES.

Yes, I write smut.

It’s pretty much all I write…

But WHAT KIND???

Oh fuck.

I write the kind of smut that will make you squirm in your seat and chew your lip as tears stream down your flushed cheeks.

I will make you feel things, and then I WILL MAKE YOU FEEL THINGS

{I’m fine. This is fine}

10.) Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Have not.

Have considered X-Files x Star Wars but I think that’s more of an AU than a crossover

[in case anyone is interested]

11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I’m aware of!

12.) Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don’t think so, but I mean— That would be incredible

13.) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

ANSWER WHEN YOURE SOBER

14.) What's your all time favorite ship?

ALL TIME!?

I don’t fucking know, ANSWER SOBER

15.) What's a WIP you'd like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

This question makes me itchy. SKIP

16.) What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm still finding them. And I mean that in the best way.

I think maybe my strength is that I’m learning to just write the way I write?

I’m finding a way to tell the stories I’ve always heard in my mind and to my absoltute fucking astonishment — there are people who like the stories in my head…

I’m learning to ignore everything I ever learned about writing. I’m learning to just listen to that weird rhythm that has always been in my head and just TELL THE FUCKING STORY [sometimes literally] {gods I hate myself}

I don’t know.

I think…

I think I’m a good story teller.

I think I can tell a complete story, both short and long.

I think I’ve always been able to do this — usually out loud, I’m very good at giving speeches and entertaining people but I’ve always been good at telling stories. Nothing frustrates me more than a poorly told drunken shenanigan, or a wedding speech with bad story structure…

Okay this is getting pretentious

READ THIS WHEN YOURE SOBER

ANYWAY

Yeah… even though I’ve written stories with open endings, stories that could have a follow up, stories that leave you wanting more — they’re all still complete stories. You don’t NEED to know more, you can imagine the rest yourself.

And isn’t that the best part?

17.) What are your writing weaknesses?

I’m sure I have a lot.

I choose not to think about them…

…

That’s not true but if I think about it too might I’ll tear myself apart so I’m gonna say that I’m a terrible speller and MOVE ON

18.) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I am not at all confident enough for this.

Fictional or not.

I mean, I’m totally into it! I’ll read it all day!

I’m not confident enough to write it [myself]

19.) First fandom you wrote for?

WOLF 359!!!

YOU GUYS!

THIS AUDIODRAMA WILL BREAK YOUR HEART

AND THE FIRST THING I EVER WROTE WAS A THREESOME WITH A FUCKING CENTIENT SPACESTATION AND TWO OF HER CREW AND I AM STILL VERY PROUd oh fuck I just realized caps lock was still on I’m gonna… yeah okay.

^^^READ SOBER

{the fic in question}

20.) Favorite fic you've ever written?

Fuck me,

Um.

Probably Haunted Heart. {I still think about this fic on a daily basis…}

BUT

Can I shout out another fic I’m really proud of?

A Very Strange Time in My Life {a really short, really weird first person story loosely inspired by Fight Club}

{well folks… I hope you enjoyed this weird look into my drunk brain!}

#the things i do for internet approval #honestly #20 questions #writer questions #drunk answers #ask game

[fand0mh03]

Hey, it would be awesome if you did how they take showers. Might be weird but it’s interesting to know who takes hot, long, short, cold, horny showers and whatnot 😁

How the Evans shower

Hi love! Thank you for all of your requests!!! They were so fun to write. I don’t think I would’ve thought of them on my own, so thank you for your creativity! For the requests you just said “them”, so I’m going to assume you mean the Evans because those are the main ones I write for

Tate Langdon:

he has full own rock concerts

I’m talking singing into the shampoo bottles, even going to the extent of dancing

He also takes scalding hot showers. Like so hot that once when you got into the shower with him, you had to jump out because it was fucking boiling 

And he didn’t even know it

The mirrors will be fogged up and he just thought that it was normal for whenever you take a shower

He also has a loofa. A baby pink loofa. 

I’m not sure why, but he seems like the type to have a baby pink loofa

He also uses the body washes from bath and body works 

A thousand wishes is his personal favorite 

He’s in there for like 1-2 hours

Kit Walker:

Kit takes showers like a normal person

10-15 minutes, maybe 20-30 if you’re in there with him

He likes his showers to be warm, but not hot. If that makes sense

He uses dove body wash, and an anti-dandruff shampoo because he seems like the type of guy to have dandruff. Don’t ask.

He uses dove because he knows they’re supposed to be good and gentle on skin. But I don’t think he pays that much attention to stuff like that

He’ll hum songs, but he won’t full on sing, unless you’re in there with him, and then if you’re singing, he’ll join in

He prefers taking baths with you, he thinks they’re more romantic and more relaxing then showers

He also likes being closer to you, with him leaning against the wall of the tub, and you in between his legs

Kyle Spencer:

we’ve all seen that scene of him singing to Toto, of course he sings in the shower!

Although most of his showers are at a frat house, but he still has no shame 

He has his sandals, his towel, his spider man body wash (like the character ones we all had as kids) and he’s ready to party

Everyone always tells him to shut the fuck up

But does he? No. Absolutely not. He just sings louder

His showers are 30 minutes long,  and they are in between the stages of “on the hotter side of warm” and “uncomfortably hot”

Jimmy Darling:

isn’t there like a community showering area or something at the freak show? I don’t know I haven’t seen it in a while

Do they even take showers? I don’t think they ever even showed that. I think I’m making things up in my brain

Anyways we’re going to assume that’s what happens 

If they had community showers, they probably didn’t have hot water, but I also feel like it wouldn’t be freezing either. Warm on the cooler side

5 minute showers. Unless he’s drunk. Then usually his mom or you will have to shower him, you aren’t as nice as his mom,  so you will turn the water ice cold

He’s the type of guy to use that 3 in 1 shampoo or body wash or something. Like he doesn’t care. He gives no fucks

I also think he sings, not loudly, but just to maybe practice for his acts and stuff

James Patrick March:

He takes elegant showers

I feel like he’s in the shower for a solid hour, and it’s hot, but not boiling 

He refuses to shower without you for some reason

He likes to be in the shower with you, he likes having that time with you, so he always does it

He uses expensive soaps and stuff, which I don’t know, because I am broke and have no idea what an expensive brand that sells soap is

Let’s just say Chanel 

He doesn’t sing, but I feel like he would sway with you? If that makes sense

Like he’s behind you, his arms around your waist, your head resting on his shoulder, and his head resting gently on top of yours, and he kinda rocks you both slowly back and forth

It’s cute

Kai Anderson:

first of all, he would take ice cold showers because he is a psychopath and likes it

He uh. Well we see what he does in the shower 👀

So he’s a shower masturbator 

And depending on how long that takes, I’m gonna say he’s about an hour, give or take 

He showers once a month tops

Have you seen his hair? Lowkey looks like he stinks. I’m sorry. But like he looks gross guys

Like yes he’s hot and I love him

But why is his hair always fucking greasy 🤮 

#Ahs #ahs #american horror story #ahs murder house #ahs asylum #ahs coven #ahs freakshow #ahs hotel #ahs cult #american horror story murder house #american horror story asylum #american horror story coven #american horror story Freakshow #american horror story Hotel #american horror story Cult #tate Langdon #tate Langdon x reader #tate Langdon imagines #Kit walker #kit Walker imagines #kit Walker x reader #kyle spencer x reader #kyle spencer #evan peters #evan peters x reader #jimmy darling #jimmy darling x reader #james patrick march x reader #kai anderson imagines #kai anderson x reader

[canadianlucifer]

1, 10, 20, and 21 for Seidou?

*vibrating with excitement* yeah i'm so normal about him

under the cut bc I wrote nearly 1k words and 50% of that is the first question oops

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

Where do I even start? I'm gonna separate og and re here and explain them separately.

Starting with the unbelievably tragic insane opossum, he immediately became one of my faves when I first read vol 3 because it was just such a shock I think. Obviously I felt bad for him when I thought he died, but the contrast between his human self and now was just crazy. I'm not entirely sure why I liked him when the volume came out bc that was back in 2018, but after rereading the series I can fully say I like him so much now because he is just incredibly sad and complex. I could go on and on and probably write a whole essay (which, huh. Come to think of it that might actually be fun), but it kinda boils down to "he didn't deserve to suffer like that" and that leads into why I'm also a fan of his human self.

In og, he was a bit of an asshole, yeah, but he was just a kid. He was excitable and eager and quite emotional, easily showing when he was happy or proud or angry or upset or scared and the CCG took advantage of that. He was indoctrinated and told that genocide is the only option. He was only 20 year old when he was given a gun and told to kill and that that wasn't just okay, but good. That he'd be a hero protecting Tokyo for murdering people. He was told "good job" for killing and was even upset when he wasn't able to kill even more, wanted a promotion so he could wipe out families and communities and be rewarded for it. I could go even further with how fucked up the CCG is and their practices but let's move on. Seidou is one of the few investigators who didn't become an investigator because of some personal hatred for ghouls or a significantly traumatizing event, he became an investigator because his mom was scared of ghouls. From what he wrote in his will it seems that he wasn't particularly scared, but his mom certainly was and he wanted to protect her. So he went to the academy and worked hard but it just wasn't enough. No matter how hard he tried, he was always second place. Always just not quite good enough. He still got the job he wanted, but it's clear he wanted Akira’s place. He wanted to be partnered with Amon and to go on missions but got stuck with a workaholic that calls him into the office at 10pm to fix a report (not to mention knowing that he's already drunk like. It could wait until morning, do you really want someone in the office that's wasted? But that's for another day-). I think it's important to understand his human self to fully appreciate his character in re, there's just so much context for why he became like he did if that makes sense.

WOW I have been rambling for a while oops let's move on lmfao

10. Could you be best friends with this character?

I doubt it. As a ghoul, no way he's way too annoying of a friend. Like, clingy but also pushes everyone away and at some point you just have to be like "fine, be that way." I would not be able to stand his emo ass tbh. As a human, I just don't think he'd want to be friends with me lmao. Like, he places so much of an emphasis on rank and achievements and stuff I don't think he'd want to hang out with someone who'd have absolutely no interest in the CCG if it were real and would probably harbour ghouls lmao

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

Oooh good question... hmm, I'd say Kaneki honestly. Human Seidou and kuroneki would be good pals because they'd just be silly good pals hanging out and Kaneki should've known more about both sides before going off the deep end and Seidou should've had someone to talk to outside of the CCG to know when his aspersions were getting a bit obsessive, someone to point out there's more to life than work and I think Kaneki could have shown him that through his stories. And with ghoul Seidou and kingneki, we only saw it a little bit but they seem to be on good terms after he got his sanity back. Kaneki says that they're similar in that they're both empty and need something to chain them down lest they go off and die and they could be each other's chain so to speak. Like, if they make plans to get coffee or whatever it's like "well shit I can't die now, I've got plans", it's the same mentality if having a gym partner I think. You get a gym partner because it holds you accountable for going to the gym, you don't want to disappoint your friend, right? Anyways yeah I think Seidou and Kaneki would be good pals.

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favourite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

INFLICTING THE HORRORS UPON HIM AND THEN GIVING HIM THE EMOTIONAL EQUIVALENT OF WARM SOUP. You can see in the two fics I've written that I just love putting that babygirl into bad situations and then giving him comfort it is the BEST. Hurt/comfort my beloved.

As for don't like, I'm not sure... I don't write too often. I suppose dialogue is kinda difficult, I have a hard time giving characters different speaking styles, I end up making everyone sound the same but that's more of a general writing thing, not specific to him.

#fun fact I wrote all this on my phone and when I went to send it to myself on discord so I could format it properly on my computer #i went over 800 characters over the limit. #And I have nitro so yeah. big message lmao #Can you tell I like seidou? #tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul re #seidou takizawa