#it was a toss up between requests and a peek into what else I'm working on but I'll just say you can ask for that whenever

[forever-rogue]

Bee you’re so amazing and sweet and kind and I hope you know what a beautiful positive impact you’re on this site 💙

I saw you’re accepting Steven Grant requests and my heart is singing cause I miss him so much!!! Might I suggest sweet and shy Steven finding every excuse available to go see you at work but never working up the courage to ask you out until one day he thinks someone else will ask you on a date and he finds his courage to do it first?

AN | I’ve missed him! He’s the best and I’m glad he’s back😌

Pairing | Steven Grant x Fem!Reader

Warnings | None

Word Count | 2.9k

Masterlist | Main, Moon Knight

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

"Your friend is here again," Cameron's voice caused you to look up from the espresso machine. You looked around the cafe in confusion, "well, your favorite customer."

"My favorite customer?" You echoed as Cameron laughed. There were a lot of people who came in on a regular basis so you had no clue as to who they could be referring to, "umm…who?"

"I think his name is Steven?" At the sound of his name your entire face lit up. Alright, maybe you did have a favorite customer, "so I was right!"

"I don't know what you're talking about," you lied, your entire face flushing with warmth, "he's just like anyone else. He just happens to be extra nice."

"He's been walking around outside for like ten minutes now," you peeked past Cameron and looked outside, indeed finding him pacing around. You couldn't help but giggle at him, "wonder if he'll actually come in."

"I'm sure he will," you certainly hoped so anyway, "maybe he's just waiting for a call or something."

"Or maybe his favorite barista is making him nervous and he's trying to get his act together," Cameron suggested as you shrugged innocently, "he's finally going to ask you out!"

“Oh my - stop!” you were laughing nervously and trying to hide your flaming face. You were definitely trying not to imagine him actually asking you on a date. It was a scenario you had imagined and daydreamed of about a thousand times before. But never once had you allowed yourself to believe that it might actually come true. And yet…you shook your head to yourself as you aggressively scrubbed a spot on the counter that you hoped was burnt chocolate and not anything else. You could feel Cameron’s eyes focused on you, “listen. I-I’m not going to flatter myself and think that he might actually like me.”

“And just why not, miss ma’am?” they asked as you shrugged, mumbling something under your breath. They were still waiting for your answer as you turned around and groaned loudly, “I’m telling you, and I would never lie to you, that is something is definitely there between the two of you. Like a spark or something.”

“Cam-” you cast another look outside and found Steven still there. Utter panic and confusion was etched onto his handsome face and you made a small sound of concern. You hoped that nothing was wrong, “he’s like a friend at best.”

“But he could be more if you’d both stop being such weenies,” and yeah, you couldn’t deny that they weren’t necessarily wrong. 

“I’m just…I’m gonna go and make sure he’s okay,” you whipped off your apron and tossed it on the counter before walking past the counter and outside the small patio area. At the sound of the bell twinkling over the door, Steven turned around and looked and was immediately surprised to see you standing there. You smiled softly and held up your hand in a small wave, “hey Steven.”

“H-hi,” he stammered nervously, cheeks immediately darkening as he took you in. The reality was that he’d been trying to work up the courage to come in and see you, and hopefully not make a fool of himself. It seemed like every time he saw, his brain turned to absolute mush and he wasn’t able to form even a single coherent sentence. A part of him that had hoped that by now he’d be able to actually hold a conversation with you but that seemed like an impossible challenge. 

“Is everything alright?” you asked softly and his eyes widened in panic, “I-I don’t mean to pry it was just that we noticed you pacing around. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Yes, of course,” he wasn’t sure if he was more embarrassed by the fact that you’d noticed him pacing, or more touched by the idea that you cared enough to go and check on him. Both…definitely both. You visibly relaxed at the small smile on his face, “I was just…thinking.”

“Oh! Well, we’ve all been there,” the temptation to ask what he was thinking about was almost too great, but you held your tongue. You weren’t sure if he had actually planned on coming inside or if he was going to leave now, but you weren’t ready to part from him, “do you want to come in and I can make you a tea? We’ve just finished baking some fresh biscuits if you’d care to sample.”

“You want me to come in?” he pointed at himself, almost in disbelief and wanting to make sure you were sure. He wouldn’t flatter himself with the idea that you wanted to spend time with him. But what if…

“Yes, silly! Who else?” you put your hand on his arm and gently motioned for him to follow you. Once reality caught up with him, he smiled and eagerly followed into the warm, cozy cafe. He’d learned to love spending time here, especially whenever his schedule coincided with yours, “c’mon!”

“Right behind you,” he promised gently. He was at the point where he was pretty sure that he’d already follow you whenever you went. And that realization was both exciting and terrifying, “right behind you.”

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Steven, sweet, shy Steven had grown very fond of you. Or in love with you as Marc liked to put. He didn’t necessarily agree or disagree on that account. He often came in when you were working if his schedule coincided with yours. He’d more or less memorized the days and times you worked but in truth it had been accidental. He was keenly aware of a lot of things and you had just become such a regular part of his life and he had become very attuned to you. 

It was a dreary afternoon when Steven got off work, and on a weekend on top of it, he decided he could do with a warm afternoon pick-me-up. And he’d get to see you, which was a definite pick-me-up on its own. There was a definite spring to his step as he made his way over to your little cafe, and he even allowed himself to daydream of asking you on a date. It was something that he’d thought about often, more than he ever dared to admit, but he just couldn’t manage to turn into a reality. 

Marc had even tried to coach him on it, encouraging him to finally ask you instead of just talking about it. Steven had almost even felt ready to do it, but then he just…couldn’t. He’d see your pretty face and that sugar sweet smile and he’d practically melt into a puddle. A puddle that couldn’t do much more than stare longingly at times. 

But today felt different. Today felt like the day he might actually have the courage in his bones to ask you. Maybe it was an overinflated sense of self or something in the air but it all just felt so right. Feeling extra bold, he even allowed himself to stop at one of the small street vendors and purchase a small bouquet of flowers. You’d mentioned it once in passing that you liked daisies more than anything and once he spotted them he knew he was going to grab them for you.

By the time he made his way into the cafe, his eyes were already scanning the place for you. When he spotted you, he grew delighted and was ready to rush over. When he realized the current situation you were in, he stopped in his tracks and inhaled sharply. 

You were standing at the counter, leaning on your elbows as you chatted away with some customer. A very handsome customer from what Steven could discern from only seeing his backside. His heart practically dropped into his stomach at the sweet expression on your face. You were clearly invested into the conversation and that made him take a few steps back and contemplate running out the door. 

As thought you had some kind of sixth sense for him, you looked up and locked eyes with him. His big, brown eyes softened but the expression on his face was nothing short of panic as you waved cheerily at him. He held up the flowers in return as your curiosity piqued - who were the flowers for? You, a part of your heart secretly wished. 

“Hi Steven!” you excused yourself from the other - a friend maybe? - and went over to him, “fancy meeting you here.”

“I could say the same to you,” he managed to tease in return, heart beating wildly inside his chest. You always managed to make him nervous, butterflies exploding in his stomach and heart practically stopping. He felt more like a boy rather than a grown man, but it was a feeling he still managed to love and crave. He looked down at the flowers in his hands and back at your inquisitive eyes before deciding to just do it. It was now or never, “t-these are for you.”

“For me?” and yeah. He instantly knew he’d made the right decision as soon as the simple question escaped your lips. He nodded shyly before handing them over to you, “oh my goodness. They’re daisies! I love them - Steven, I…thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he stammered over his words and found it almost impossible to meet your eyes. He was sure he would have melted into a puddle then and there, “I should umm… I can see-”

“Come on,” you were almost pleading with him. And honestly, who was he to say no to you? You almost skipped behind the counter, grabbing a large pitch and filling it with cool water before putting your new flowers into it. Each step was done with gentle reference before you turned back to him, “what can I make you?”

“Oh, you don’t have to-” he leaned against the counter and tried to play you off, but you weren’t having it. You put your hand on top of his and gave it a gentle squeeze, and his heart almost stopped.

“Don’t even try that on me, Steven,” you insisted and he just made a small sound in response, “your regular or can I try something new and surprise you?”

“Surprise me,” he squeaked as you busied yourself with making him something special. You continually surprised him and it was one of the things he was coming to adore about you. He decided to be bold and push his luck and see if he could get a little information about the man that you had been chatting to. Just you know…out of sheer curiosity. For science…or something like that,  “busy day?”

“Oh you know, just the usual,” you waved your hand around, brow furrowed in concentration and tongue peeking out of your mouth, “average weekend afternoon. Lots of tourists and all that. What about you?”

“There’s a new exhibit on the old kingdom of Egypt at the museum,” he tried to contain his excitement; he loved talking about his job and he knew you liked hearing about it but he didn’t want to bore you either. He was still trying to figure out where the line was, “so lots of crowds, but they all seemed excited, which makes it worthwhile.”

“That’s great,” you smiled at it, handing him the beverage you had made specially for him, “I’d love to see sometime! I’ll have to come by sometime when you’re working, and you can give me the tour. If you’d like…”

“I’d love that,” his entire face lit up as you made up your mind that you would see him as soon as got an afternoon off when he was working, “there’s so much I could show you.”

“I’m sure you could,” you agreed as you went to grab him a fresh pastry, “Steven, I-”

Before you could manage to say anything else, you heard your name being called from the back. You sighed softly and gave Steven an apologetic look before turning towards the kitchen, “sorry, duty calls - I’ll talk to you later, alright?”

“Of course, yes, definitely,” his entire face was falling as he watched you walk away. Realistically he knew that you were at work and had to attend to your job but it still wished you could stay. There was something so magnetic about you that continued to draw him in. You were like a warm, sweet hot chocolate on a rainy afternoon, or a gentle, soft breeze on a perfect spring day, “bye…”

Alright, he was really ging to need to do something and either ask you out finally or just let this all go and move on. But being stuck in this odd limbo of sorts was only to make things worse or continue to break his heart. And, he wagered with himself, if he asked you out and you said no, he’d know where he stood. But…it would still break his heart a little if you only wanted to be friends.

What a dilemma indeed. 

Marc was going to kick his ass later for not asking you out today when he had the perfect opportunity to say so. 

Heck.

-── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

Steven kept his distance for a few days, which you definitely noticed. You were sure that he was busy with work and life and tried not to let it bother you but you definitely missed his presence. It was hard not to notice the absence of the sunshine he brought in all the time. 

Steven, meanwhile, had been trying to work up the nerve to come and see you. He had promised himself (and Marc) that the next time he saw you he was going to ask you out. There were no if ands or buts at this point. Unless, you know, there was an emergency or something…then it would just be rude. Anyway - 

He made his way to the cafe and came inside without allowing himself to have any second thoughts. To his dismay and chagrin, he found the same customer from the other day chatting you up again. Talk about bad timing. He waited until the man left and made a beeline over to you.

“Hey there!” you looked at him with starry eyes and a bright smile, “I’ve missed you!”

“Hi, I - wait. You’ve missed me?” he asked softly as you nodded, “it’s been a busy few days.”

“You don’t have to explain to me,” you insisted, “just know that whenever I get to see you I’m happy.”

“Will you go out with me?” he blurted his question out before he could take it back or have any second thoughts. You blinked at him owlishly a few times, trying to make sure that you’d heard him correctly. When you saw the pretty pink blush creeping into his neck and cheeks you were positive you’d heard him correctly.

“Like on a date?” you asked, you know, just to clarify. 

“Y-yeah,” he answered nervously as you inhaled sharply, a sound of excitement, “I-I am. Unless you’re dating someone already! Like-like that guy you were talking to earlier.”

“James?” you made a sound of amusement before waving off the idea that you had anything romantic with him, “he’s my cousin! He’s been here visiting, that’s all.”

“Oh,” his embarrassment was quickly overshadowed by his excitement and nerves. That meant…, “oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” you teased lightly, “but umm…if the offer still stands, then I’d love to take you up on it.”

“You want to go on a date?” he pointed at himself as you giggled, unable to stop yourself from the incredulous look on his face, “with me?”

“Yes!” you hoped that he could understand just how much you wanted this too. The idea of asking him out had crossed your mind several times and you had almost done it yourself but the right situation just hadn’t come up, “I’d really like that.”

“Right, yeah, me too,” he seemed almost like he was incredibly surprised by your eagerness, “so then it’s a date.”

“It’s a date,” you confirmed, a saccharine silence falling over the two of you. You swallowed the nervous lump in your throat, “how does tonight work? I’m off in about an hour.”

“Tonight?!” you hoped he wasn’t getting cold feet now that the reality of an actual date hit him. You shrugged sheepishly before nodding, “yeah…tonight works. That’d be…great.”

“Good,” you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek, “do you want to wait or meet me back here later?”

“I’ll wait,” he touched the spot on his cheek that had been blessed by your lips, a starry look on his face, “maybe with a tea in the meantime?”

“I can do that,” yeah, you liked this guy a lot. And you were excited to see where it could all go, “that sounds perfect.”

“Yes,” he agreed, “perfect.”

#steven grant #steven grant x reader #steven grant x fem!reader #steven grant x you #steven grant imagine #steven grant one shot #moon knight #oscar isaac

[riseuplikeglitterandgold]

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!!!! <3

this is so long lol, brace yourselves

📃 Ever written something inspired by someone elses fic?

yes!

💻 The first fanfiction you posted?

"Domestic Life Was Never Quite My Style"

🎧 A certain song you listened to while writing a fic?

I listened to the Tarzan soundtrack a lot while writing "Two Worlds, One Family", haha

🔬The fic you had to make the most research for?

Toss-up between "Baby's Firsts" and "Two Worlds", because with one I had to do a lot of research into baby growth and development, and with the other I do a lot of research to portray a deaf/hard of hearing person as accurately as I can, since I'm not one.

👽 Strangest fic you ever written?

eh, I'm not sure any of them really count as strange, in a traditional sense, but my "strangest" fic is probably "Oh, Little One, You Just Need to be Brave", mostly because it's based on Iron Man 3 and I hadn't actually seen the film yet when I wrote it so it doesn't make a whole lot of sense compared to canon 😅 the only reason I haven't taken it down is because so many people liked it, and I hate when fics that I used to love get deleted.

👀 What’s an idea you had for a fic that you never did anything with?

I've got several, actually, lol. I've had ideas for a Game Plan AU (that movie starring The Rock), a Cinderella/Ever After AU, a... um... bio AU involving mpreg that is not as weird as it sounds... a soulmate AU, an Annie AU (y'know, the musical), and a Santa Clause AU (Tim Allen Christmas movie).

✍🏽 How much do you plan your fics beforehand?

depends on the fic. if it's complicated, I'll take at least a couple pages of notes before I jump in to the actual writing. if it's something simple that I have a clear vision for, I just jump in and wing the whole thing. Both methods work just fine, for me.

Although, I do have one AU that I'm working on as a request for that 2k follower raffle I did months ago, and that has like..... 13 pages of notes that I still haven't finalized so it REALLY depends.

🌈 Your favorite tropes to write about?

found family and friendship <3

📬 The best comment you ever recieved?

there are a couple of comments on fics in my "Two Worlds" series that make me want to cry every time I read them 😭 they're from someone who is HOH like Peter, and I love reading their comments on those fics because it makes me feel like I've done something right in the way I've written his disability.

💾 The longest fic you have written (either with most chapters or most words)

"Baby's Firsts", coming in at over 34k with 19 chapters!

🏚 A fic you more or less abandoned?

...........

"wish we could turn back time (to the good old days)"

("we don't talk about bruno" plays faintly in the distance)

😅 Was there a fic/chapter that you were nervous about posting?

all of them 😅 I guess I'll never be as nervous as I was when I posted my very first fic, though.

🥚 Any easter eggs you put in a fic that you hoped people would notice?

too many to remember! I make references to the films all the time, and other medias, as well.

😊 The fic that you’re the most proud of?

"Before, After, and Beyond". It started out as a drabble request from an anon who wanted an Endgame fix-it, and turned into one of my favorite-ever fics to date!

🪡 The scene you worked the hardest on in any fic?

Probably the scene where Peter tries his hearing aids on for the first time in "May These Words Be The First To Find Your Ears". I wanted it to be super fluffy and cute, but also realistic!

🎨 Show us a sneak peek from a WIP!

#ask game #long post #writer asks #my writing

[willowser]

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HELLO ! i am so excited to announce this blog has reached 500 followers ! ٩(♡ε♡)۶ to keep it short, i never, ever expected to reach even 50 followers, so to be here with all of you has been such a joy and i'm beyond flattered you have all stuck around with me ! i'll get a little mushier in the cut below, but i just want to let you all know that:

I'LL BE TAKING REQUESTS -- just five, just for now !

✿ can we try and take the high road? (though we don't know where it ends) — megumi x reader

✿ making everybody jealous when they step into my house — kirishima x reader

✿ you feel like home (you're like a dream come true) — bakugou x reader

i've yet to release an actual fully chaptered fic because deadlines and expectations make me nervous -- but i want to give back, so i will do my best with the time i have and the options you choose ♡(｡- ω -) they'll be in drabble form, 3-5k words, and i'll write for just about anyone from JJK, BNHA, and AOT ! (anon that asked me to write something for maki: i have not forgotten you and will be doing that, just because i haven't stopped thinking about it aksdhfah)

just send me a message with your request and i'll pick the five most popular ones ! i'll try to get them out on a consistent basis, though i do have two big things coming up. i'll be posting links to all five things here, in this post, if you want to be able to find them !

now for the (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡:

before i started posting on ao3, and then eventually here, i had taken a very long break from writing -- i had quit, honestly, and it was so stressful that i didn't want to do it any longer. i've been in critique based writing groups for years now, writing original fiction, and it just became week after week of getting torn to shreds. i've mentioned it very briefly, but i felt like everything everyone was telling me only meant that i had zero talent as a writer and had no idea what i was doing. i abandoned those groups, an entire novel i had written and planned to publish, and would nearly cry at the thought of trying to write again.

whenever i plan or plot something out, i tend to do it as i'm laying in bed at night and preparing to sleep, and i began to have literally so many fanfiction ideas that i had to get them out of my head -- there simply was no room left LOL and you take me the way i am is one of the first things i wrote and i decided to post it because -- fuck it. i've written on FFN, on wattpad, on mibba, on QUIZILLA FROM BACK IN THE DAY, so getting 10 views and 1 comment is entirely what i expected, if i was going to get lucky.

and i got very, very lucky ( •ॢ◡-ॢ)-♡

i've been on tumblr for a long time -- half my life at this point -- and i have followed blogs that are in the very same position i am in now: with lovely people in the ask box, sending sweet messages, giving compliments i still don't know how to accept, and it's all very surreal to me. this probably is coming off so cheesy and perhaps unnecessary, but i have seen this scene from afar and never, not once, in my life expected to have what i have. i'll always be thankful for it.

getting any nice words, any at all, is such a contrast to what i've heard for years about my own writing, and falling back in love with writing fanfiction has genuinely given me the passion that i lost. i love to write, i'm happy to do it and share it with the world, even more pleased that it's enjoyed ! so once again, for all 500 of you lovely dears:

#what a lovely surprise to come across on my lunch break ! #thank you all so much for being here and giving me my passion back ! #I'm so excited to continue forward and release all i have planned for this blog ! #it was a toss up between requests and a peek into what else I'm working on but I'll just say you can ask for that whenever #( ˊᵕˋ )♡.°⑅ #✿ news

[4joonkookie]

27 Candles

💜 Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

💜 Words: 3.5K

💜 Summary:

A 12 hour diary of Namjoon’s 27th birthday.

💜 Tags/Warnings:

Smut, angst, breakup, DaddyJoon, Dom/sub, Daddykink, collars, Daddy/Babygirl, birthday sex, breakup sex, makeup sex, blindfolded sex, butt play, rough sex, spanking, riding, grinding, dirty talk, back scratching, fluff, Happy Birthday to the only man I’d call Daddy, not beta read, wish I had more time.

2:30 PM

After spending hours agonizing over your approach, you call Namjoon to wish him a happy birthday. It’s been a while since you’ve heard his voice. The low rumble sends vibrations through your body.

“We should celebrate,” you insist, exposing your ulterior motive.

“What do you want to do?” he muses.

You're quiet for a while, then take a deep breath.

“It's your birthday. I want you to tell me.”

The request is bold, but subtle enough. He lets out a low laugh, a knowing one, and clears his throat.

“Yeah?” his voice lowers, probably in an area with others. “You wanna be my good girl? Be good to me?”

“Yes,” you reply, just as low though, no one is around you. “I want you to have what you want for your birthday.”

Arousal pools in your belly while you fidget with your nervous hands.

“I like that idea,” he hums. “So I'll come by the apartment when I'm done?”

“No,” you assert, disrupting your compliance. “Can I see your new place?”.

He’s had his own place for over a month now but the place you shared is still “the apartment”.

“Sure, there’s not much there. It’s basically empty,” he replies.

You assure him that's just fine. Adjusting to living in “the” apartment without him has been hard enough. A new, less familiar place might make it easier. A place not-so-lived-in.

A place he can’t leave you again.

He’s quiet for a long time again before speaking.

“Is this a good idea?” he asks, in the exhale of a heavy sigh. His tone has changed, reality settling in.

“No,” you confirm, shaking your head although you’re alone.

The line is hushed, again. The silence is heavy with all of the unspoken “I miss you”, “I need you”, “something is missing without you”.

You both know where this goes, neither having the strength to step away.

3:37 PM

When the elevators open to his apartment corridor, there is a young woman kneeling at the door. Heart pounding, you walk slowly, keeping your head down and avoid eye contact altogether when she stands and begins to walk toward you. You quickly turn your head and breathe a sigh of relief to see her disappear behind the elevator doors.

A decorative basket sits at the front doorstep. You snatch it up, enter the lock code quickly and shut the door behind you.

The basket holds a bottle of champagne on dry ice. Also, a pair of lace panties. Two fixture items, surrounded by decorative flowers, candies and a notecard.

The note is a handwritten message about missing Namjoon on his birthday and a promise of wearing the panties “next time”; a drawn heart and scribbled name.

You open the champagne, chug from the bottle and toss the rest to the trash, attempting to discard the jealousy panging in your gut.

The breakup was two months ago. You hadn’t exactly agreed to “be friends”, it just happened. Though, you haven’t seen each other in person since he moved his things out.

You take in the view of the place. It’s enormously empty. The refrigerator and cabinets are empty, a layer of dust covering the bottom of the inside. A laptop and recording equipment are the only things set up in the living room alongside a couch. The Bedroom has no walls and sits on a raised platform in the living room, a total bachelor pad. Condom wrappers lay on the bedside table near the unmade bed. The bathroom counter, cluttered with his products and potions. You pick up the bottles one by one, searching for what’s new about him. Finally, the closet. You choose a shirt and to put on and discard everything else.

Your phone buzzes, Namjoon saying he’ll be there in about an hour. It’s sooner than you thought but you order groceries anyway. It always takes longer for him to get home than he says.

“Home.” You think. This isn’t home.

4:58 PM

Surprisingly on time, he arrives carrying handfuls of delivered bags.

“You bought groceries?” He uses his foot to close the door behind him.

“Yes,” you reply, removing bags from his hands. “Why don’t you have groceries? Just hire someone to do it.”

“Why hire someone when you’re willing to do it for me?”

“I didn’t,” you banter. “I hired someone to do it.” You shrug.

You close the refrigerator behind you. His phone starts to ring, he silences it.

“Where did you get champagne?” He questions.

When you casually mention the name of the woman who signed the card, he stiffens. Checks his phone, frantic.

“You talked to her?” He remains calm, but you can tell he’s uneasy.

“Yeah, I ran into her dropping this off on my way in. She’s sweet,” you string him along, feeling a little bratty “She said she wishes she could’ve seen you on your birthday.”

He gives you a long look and you hold his gaze.

“Liar!” he laughs, approaching you. His demeanor is calming, his smile relieves something in that “something is missing” category.

“How do you know her name?” He asks curiously.

You stall, not wanting to admit your resentful gesture.

“Oh there was a note, I must’ve misplaced it,” you say, appearing (hopefully-to-be) absent-minded.

He reaches a hand to peek in the trash can. Before he can, his phone rings again. He silences it immediately.

“Is that her?” You ask, casual, distracting.

He shifts uncomfortably but is honest. “We were going to meet up today. I cancelled.”

You tilt your head. “You said you didn’t have plans.”

“I didn’t,” he says plainly.

You hide a shy smile, briefly ducking your head. “And if I hadn’t invited myself over?” you tease.

“I’d be wishing you had.” He gets closer and a familiar electricity buzzes through you. He rests his hands too comfortably on your back, pulling you in, hugging you too tight, smelling your hair.

“I missed you,” He nuzzles his cheek to yours, brushing against you. The moves are slow, requainting.

His lips press against yours and you feel yourself slipping back into him. You try to shake off the feeling, remembering what you discussed on the phone.

“So, what do you want?”

He follows along, seemingly eager to take the edge off of these heavy feelings for a while too. He guides you back to the wall.

You can feel the undertones changing. His gaze darkens, your body being enclosed in his arms.

A hand moves to your bare neck, strokes the soft skin. Your heartbeat quickens. After some back and forth, you ultimately decided not to wear the collar. Not his to claim anymore, anyway. He silently acknowledges the absence of it and moves to your waist.

“It was very rude of you to throw away my things just because you’re jealous.”

“Not jealous,” you pout, and his lips drag against your neck. He bites down at your words causing you to gasp. He pins your hands above your head, against the wall while continuing work on your neck.

“Say it,” he chides. “Tell me how jealous you are that someone else can be good for me.”

Your blood boils, thinking of the woman at the door, condoms on the nightstand.

“And how many good girls do you have?” You query, calmly.

He squeezes your wrists above you. “Say it. And I'll tell you.”

You sigh heavily and give in. “Ok, I’m jealous, you admit.

He giggles between kisses on your skin. “I know.”

“So? How many?” Not giving in to his touch yet, still wanting to know.

He shrinks the grip on your wrists to one hand and uses the other to brush a finger against your lip.

“There are many girls who are good to me but I have only one good girl.”

He releases your wrists and your lips crash together, tongues passing sloppily. You drink each other in after months apart.

“Don’t move,” he instructs, and pulls away. You stand still, watching him disappear into the bedroom. He quickly reemerges with hands behind his back.

“Turn around,” he says, before he can make it all the way back to you.

Without hesitation, you turn and place both hands on the wall, bracing yourself. You feel his presence behind you and it all goes black. A silky fabric drapes over your eyes, a knot being tied just behind your head.

You reach behind yourself to grab at him. “What are you doing?!” The sudden darkness is startling, shocking.

He wraps arms tight around your body to still you.

“Shhh….,” he soothes. This is what I want.” A hand slides beneath the hem of your panties, circling fingers at your wet center, free arm holding you tight to his chest.

He raises his fingers to your lips, offering a taste of yourself.

When you release his fingers, he loosens his grasp on your body and grips a hand at the back of your neck. You straighten up on two feet.

“Walk,” he demands.

After walking a ways, your back hits the mattress.

You can’t see him but his hands are hot on your skin, traveling in unseen paths. You can hear your breath, loud. The quiet in the room is loud.

It’s dark, but the fear begins to fade. All other senses are heightened.

There is a sense of right with his hands on your skin again, lips on yours again, his scent filling your nostrils again, feeling his weight above you again.

He drags his tongue slowly down the center of your body, between your breasts, over your navel and fastens his mouth to your center making you squirm as he sucks below, arms hooked around your thighs.

He licks lovingly, skillfully, and pulls away too soon. He pulls you up by your arms and guides you to sit up.

“Show me what a good girl you are?” he whispers above you. The whisper is crystal clear, echoing in your ears.

You nod into the darkness and hear him removing clothes. Cock free, he pushes the tip to your lips and pushes in slow, to the back of your throat, holding himself there.

“No hands,” he warns. He slides out just as slowly and you do your best to control your gags.

He pushes in again, too quickly and deep. You pull away, coughing and trapping his shaft with your hand.

“No.” he pushes your hand away. He grabs your chin, prying your jaw open and pushes in again. Drool spills and tears moisten the fabric over your eyes. He grabs the back of your head and pushes it flush against his pelvis, no room for grabby hands.

You choke and back off of it, using both hands this time to remove it. You cough when he pulls out, a string of saliva still connecting you.

It’s been a while since you've done this but somehow, it’s more difficult because you can’t see.

“Bend Over,” he growls.

You turn over and feel the familiar caress over your cheek before he moves, muscle memory. He lays a hard smack and you moan, spine lighting up. You smile gleefully to yourself. A familiar warmth overtakes you.

“You’re out of practice,” he taunts, “Need to remember how to behave.”

Another hit, and you cry out again. Spanks, all the more exciting and titillating behind a blindfold.

“You want to give Daddy what he wants, you said?” you hear his voice from behind you.

You nod, zoned in on your lack of vision.

You don’t sense the next hit coming, it’s so much more intense. You’ve been punished for not using words. Without hesitation, they come spilling out.

“Yes, Daddy.”

This.

This was definitely missing. Not so much that you need to be punished but that you want to be tamed.

And no one does it like him.

He slides two fingers into you from behind. You moan and buck back, bouncing on his fingers.

He leans down to lap you, licking up from your pussy and his fingers up to your ass, prodding his tongue inside the tight muscle.

He moves away and you hear the click of a bottle. Cold lube spills over your exposed skin.

Two fingers still in your pussy, He gruffly pushes a third to your bum, pouring more lube with a free hand. He pushes to the webbing of his hand and holds it, giving you time to adjust.

“Good girl loves being filled up, huh?”

You nod before catching yourself. “Yes, Daddy.”

He adds a second finger inside, two in each opening now, scissoring and stretching you open.

You sob, everything feeling that much more intense and full in the dark.

He pulls his fingers out of your body with a lewd pop.

“Are you ready to try again?.”

“Yes.” Something clicks in your mind and has your body assuming the previous position.

The shock of the sensory change and overwhelming emotion before had you too frantic, unable to focus.

Now, bridled in just the right way, he pushes into your throat with no objections from your body, only eager acceptance.

He begins thrusting at the back of your throat. You relax your jaw and control your gags. The darkness isn’t so startling anymore. It helps you focus on controlling your muscles, a meditation almost. You grip the sheets to keep your hands away.

He pulls out and you try to even your desperate breath, swallowing pooled saliva.

He tests your compliance, pushing to the back again, using two hands to hold your head down, letting your face slide off silently.

“There she is,” he strokes your hair as you wipe your mouth. “There’s my good girl.”

The praise fuels you, feeling pleased and settled.

He turns you over again and slides inside right away, slapping hips against you. You whimper and move your body with his.

You nearly ascend when he pushes his index finger into your stretched ass while still thrusting inside.

His cock thrusts against your g spot and presses against his finger behind your walls.The repeated pressure on both sides makes your knees shake. The sound you make is almost primal, body falling limp, spiraling through an orgasm.

He frees his hands and pushes your shoulders flat to the bed to slam inside. You lay, boneless as he grunts and growls through his own orgasm.

Falling beside you, he removes the blindfold and gestures for you to lay on his chest.

He pets and strokes the places he’s left marks. He slides his thumb along your worked jaw.

You didn’t realize how badly you’ve missed this feeling of safe, being claimed again.

8:09 PM

Limbs draped together laying on the bed, Namjoon carries on about his most recent lyric-writing.

Words, spilling out a mile a minute, eyes focused outward, trying to find a lyrical solution by talking aloud.

You study him, just as you always had. The same ,familiar motions and conversation but a different background.

It’s unmistakable.

It’s not any particular location that’s “lived-in”. This place echoes with empty and still smells of fresh paint.

It’s the relationship, the vibes. You and Namjoon are lived-in.

His voice, his touch. You know it’s everything you need but know it won’t last. You broke up for a reason, a dark cloud lingering over your temporary reconnection.

You try not to think of it, letting this temporary elation carry you both to the point where you must eventually take stock of what’s happening and acknowledge that you’re worse together, no matter how good it feels right now.

Despite your silent spiral, he continues talking, unbothered. You watch him, endeared, absorbing every morsel of himself he has to offer before you part again.

Eventually, he catches himself. “Sorry, should I stop?”

You climb on top of him and snag the nearby blindfold. You playfully spread it over his mouth and a giggle erupts from underneath. You slide it up to his eyes, mimicking your position from earlier. He inhales sharply and smiles.

You take his earlobe into your mouth and suck marks to his collarbone, not caring of the consequences. He doesn’t stop you, hissing and grabbing at your hair.

You relish In taking him like this, the breakup, giving you freedom to reciprocate this notion and him, the freedom to surrender to it.

You lean down and graze your teeth over his nipples, a secret sensitive spot.

He gasps and lets out a whimper. It was beautiful. You chase it again, sucking and blowing cold air over them.

Still naked, you grasp the shaft and wrap your pussy over him, eyes rolling back at the pleasing friction.

You slide up and down, chasing the high.

He’s moaning in a way you’ve never heard, the intensity of not having vision.

Still above him, you plant a foot on the ground and slide his length inside of yourself.

Your hips move above him, slowly at first. You watch him, every pant and bead of sweat dripping. You get to see him in a way you couldn’t if he could see you back.

Soon, it feels too good, dick rocking right on your spot, fast and deep. He moves his hips faster below you, a signal to speed up.

You rock back and forth, squirming and squelching on his cock, feeling a little freer that he can’t see you, but only feel you so intensely.

He sinks and drags fingernails down your back with a hiss and a moan. He keeps his nails buried in your skin and holds your hips down.

“Fuck,” he pants as you pull the blindfold loose to see him come.

His hands grab yours and you use your laced hands to brace yourself, squeezing fingers tight when you both come.

It feels like an official reuniting, coming together again. Having more even ground this time, just experiencing this together.

Now, all is right again. Doubt, drowned just a bit longer.

11:51 PM

You’re in a marathon of a conversation, catching up on the last few months.

You laugh and talk and joke, just like old times. He grabs you by the waist.

He kisses you. Long and full of expectation.

“Just remind me why.” He exhales and pushes his forehead to yours.

“No, Joonie, we can’t do this_” You feel thorns grow on your skin and try to push away.

He doesn’t remember yet. This is a beaten path. As much as you missed the four walls you shared, by the end of it all, it was suffocating. Walls, closing in.

“Please,” he pleads. “Because i’m looking at you and we’re here talking and kissing and fucking, perfect as it always was and I can’t, for the life of me, figure out why we’re not together.”

You shake your head as tears burn at your eyelids.

“No, Namjoon, we cannot have this fight again…” you try to free yourself again. There’s so much more to it all than sex and conversation.

“Who’s fighting?”

“You know why we’re not together,” you argue. It was bad for a long time. We fought and fought_…”

“Maybe we didn’t try hard enough,” he interrupts.

You look at him, shake your head.

“I did.” Tears falling freely now. “We can’t see each other anymore. It’s not fair. Not to either one of us.

You laugh to yourself. “We both knew it was a bad idea. We knew we’d end up right back here.”

“And where is that?” he asks, soft tears spilling from his sharp eyes.

You don’t answer. Just offer a weak smile as you quickly dress.

“Happy Birthday.”

And just like that, it’s all over, 2 strokes to midnight.

12:13 AM

You turn on the lights to “the” empty apartment and intentionally don’t look around. Any progress you had made at making the place feel like just yours are back at square one.

Your body is heavy with regret, can’t believe you let yourself drown in him again.

You crawl under the covers and wait for it to be just not so hard, back turned away from the side of the bed that feels so devastatingly empty.

2:30 AM

You stir awake from a noise at the door. The knock sounds again, waking you completely.

You sleepily drag yourself to the door.

There he stands, eyes swollen, looking lost and vulnerable.

You stare at each other in the doorway, unable to tell if there are a million unsaid things being spoken or just emotions spilling sloppily around with no rhyme or reason.

The same electricity fires inside. Even though you can’t remember what you said when you left.

The only thing you can remember right now is how right it is that he’s here. And how wrong it was when he was gone, and how empty his side of the bed is.

You extend your hand out, inviting him in. He looks for a long time and finally accepts. You shut the door behind him, locking you both back into those four walls.

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[voxmortuus]

Alpha and His Mate

Pairing: Cpt. Syverson x F!Reader

Universe: Sand Castle

Words: 1.6k

Warning: Okay folks, I'm really nervous about this one, kinda really second-guessing this... buuuuut... here you go. This is just merely pure smut! Sorry, not sorry! You dirty folks lol! Wasting no time getting to the good stuff! SMUT BELOW THE CUT!

TW: Oh this is the smutty smut smut of the smut | Primal | Oral (Male Receiving) | Anal (Female Receiving) | Vaginal Penetration | Unprotected Sex | Breeding Kink | Daddy Kink | Dominant Syverson | Submissive Reader | BDSM Themes | Some Orgasm denial | Some Fluff | Implied Aftercare

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It was easy for you to fall for him, it was easy for you to love him, and it was easy for you to be utterly lost in fantasies with him. Everything about Sy had you all befuddled and lost in your own words half the time. The way he touched you, kissed you, caressed your body, sent your body quivering. You would think about him day to day, hour to hour, damn, second by second. There wasn't something this man couldn't do that wouldn't send you into a fury of primal needs.

You were like a wolf in heat, and you needed that alpha, the big, powerful, primal alpha wolf to devour you in any way he desired. Standing in the bedroom looking out the large floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, you bite your lip, thinking a moment. A giggle escapes your lips and you strip down and wearing, literally nothing. You walk over to the closet and look at the black leather box on the floor and smile. Biting your lip you go for the wolf tail buttplug and a set of wolf ears. A collar and leash. With a smile, a small giggle, and grabbing the special lube you prep yourself.

You walk to the floor-length mirror and pull out your phone and send Sy a few NSFW photo messages and a cute video of you wagging your tail with a small howl.

"You best be on that bed when I get home." He replies with a voice message.

"Yes, Alpha." you respond.

Looking at the time you keep let out a small breath and smile, it wasn't long before he got off work. And it wasn't long before he would be home. Your mind bouncing around all these ideas, all these wants and needs and he was always the one to fill them, but this was a little something else that settled in you that you had to fulfill.

Hearing the door you get on the bed all fours and your leash in your teeth and your tail wagging, He walks in and looks at you and growls a bit.

"I want to eat you up."

"I want you to fill me up." You smirk.

"Oh, I'll fill you." He smirks reaching over and slapping your ass. You giggle and you wag your tail again swaying your hips side to side. He turns you around and lifts your tail feeling your pussy feeling the heat he smirks and slaps your ass again. "My mate in heat... you're going to beg for my seed... you'll be howling for it." He smirks.

"Oh yes Alpha, absolutely." You perk up and wag your tail again.

"Keep that up and I'm going to pull that right out and fill that hole first." He smirks.

"My body is yours to do with as you please." You smirk looking over your shoulder.

"You prep that mouth of yours, Daddy's going to go take a shower. Be ready."

Nodding your head you practice stretching your jaw and giggle a bit shaking your head biting your lip you peek through the crack of the bathroom door, watching him, you smile, sitting there, biting your lip. Letting out a slow breath looking at this man made your pussy quiver more so than thinking about him. You feel your muscles retract and you shiver, biting your lip you let out a soft whimper.

When he finishes his shower he looks in your direction, and you open your mouth, prepared for fucking.

"Good girl." He smiles as he wastes no time placing the tip of his cock on your lips.

Licking the tip of him you slowly work your way along the length, your lips caressing the left side, then back up and down the right side. Taking your leash from you he pulls your head forward forcing himself into your mouth and uses the leash as leverage to fuck your mouth. Your tongue flat along the bottom of his thick, hard, throbbing cock.

"Open your mouth wider, Baby." He tells you.

You willingly oblige. Opening your mouth so he can easily slide his cock in and out of your mouth, shoving further and further tickling the back of your throat. He watches as you drool a bit and grunts.

"Fuck." He groans as you slowly close your lips around him taught and swirl your tongue around him as he uses the leash to guide you back and forth.

"Just like that, Baby, you're going to make Daddy cum in that pretty mouth." He growls.

You keep doing what you're doing, not changing a thing. You look up at him as he growls again, shoving himself deeper into your mouth and he cums in your mouth, slowly pulling his cock out filling your mouth. You smile and swallow like the good girl you are and look over his face.

"Did I do good?" You ask him.

"I'll show you how good you did, turn around." He tells you.

Without second-guessing, you turn around and he pulls the tail from you and tosses it to the floor. Smirking he grips your hips and lifts you up a bit and smiles.

"You ready for me baby?" He asks you.

"Yes, Alpha." You state eagerly.

Taking his slick hard throbbing cock he places it against your back hole and slowly pushing. You feel a small pop and you let out a whimper, your breath hitches and you pull your stomach in, your eyes close.

"You're so big Daddy." You whimper.

"You're going to take all of me baby, be ready." he coaxes you as he slowly pushes further into your ass.

You let out a soft moan as you feel him stretch you. Your hips move back and forth as you feel him going further and further into you. You grip the blankets in your fists and your face pressed into the bed as you let out a heavy moan.

"FUCK!" You scream into the bed as he begins to fuck you harder.

"Fuck baby, you're so tight." He praises you as he picks up speed. Your ass feels so good with him in there, hitting a spot only he could hit. You moan out more as he picks up more of a speed. He takes the leash and pulls you up. You're on all fours, your head pulled up-right due to the collar and leash being tight against your neck, but the pleasure is overwhelming. You can't bring yourself to control anymore.

"Fuck Daddy... I'm going to cum, you feel so good." You whine.

"Not yet baby... not till daddy fills that ass." He grunts as he slaps your ass with his large rough hand.

Your hips buckle and you press into him back and forth, back and forth, feeling him slide easily, no issues, you moan louder.

"Daddy! I can't hold it! I'm going to cum... Please Sir! Please let me cum." you beg.

With a chuckle and another grunt. "Not yet. You have to wait." He managed to speak after each thrust.

He didn't want you to cum, not yet and you obeyed that. As he fucked your ass harder from tip to hilt he held you to him and you screeched and whimpered.

"FUCK!" You call out.

"I'm going to cum again baby..."

"Then you can breed me Daddy?" You ask him.

"Like my wolf in heat... I'm going to fill that pussy up." He growls as he cums in your ass, slowly pulling out after his cock finishes its last twitch. But he was far from done.

When he pulled out the cum started to slowly drip down our pussy onto the bed but seeing that made him feel primal all over again.

"God damn girl, you've got me feeling like a beast. I just want to fill you all up." He growls as he shoves his cock into your pussy slamming against you. Making a mess all over you, all over him, all over the bed. Between you dripping wet and his seed coming from you, as he fucked you using his own cum as a lubricant he growled. "You're going to be so full by the end of the night." he growled.

"Yes please, Alpha, give me your pup." you moan softly.

He takes your leash pulling it tight again as he fucks your pussy so hard your hips buckle and his balls slap against your clit. You let out a heavy moan and you can't control your urges. You can't control your wants anymore.

"Beg for my cum baby! Beg for my seed!"

"Please, Please cum in me, fill me up, Sir. I want to carry your baby. Fill my pussy up!" You beg.

"You want my seed girl?" he growls

"YES! FUCK!" you moan out as he grunts a bit more. "Fill me Alpha!" You beg. He growls again and presses his cock deep into you holding you against him as he lets out a snarl and you feel him release for the last time.

"Come on baby, finish for me. You earned it."

With those words, you wasted no time, and you've cum the hardest you've cum in a long time. Your body shakes and quivers, you fall onto the bed, full, messy, and loving every damn minute of this. Your panting as he reaches down and undoes your leash, your collar, and kisses your forehead looking over you as he lays next to you.

"Good girl."

"You gotta take care of yourself now." He smirks rubbing your side as he pulls you closer. "How about a bath after a few moments?" He asked you.

"Yes, please." you say softly kissing his nose.

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[kakiwrites]

being good enough for the captain

Genre: slight angst and fluff

A Tooru Oikawa x reader

Synopsis: being oikawa's best friend, you only want the best for him in everything. Oikawa thinks you're the best for him. But what if you think otherwise?

a/n: so this is one of the rare occurrences that this actually feels personal to me and is very self-indulgent. I kind of just vomited this out. Hope you guys enjoy my work dump!

 Tooru oikawa was on a different level with the ladies and you knew that for a fact.

 Ever since you were little, Oikawa has always attracted the girls. As little as kindergarten, he was getting a lot of confessions and gifts but he turned them all down in favor of spending time with you and iwaizumi.

  you always felt your heart beat faster when he chose you over them.

 Years went by, more and more girls lined up by oikawa's feet to try and woo him over to no avail. He welcomed them with open arms and was very open about having a relationship with one of them.

 You agreed with him 100 percent. He deserved only the best. So you agreed to help him find a girl that would suit him inside and out, opting to push away the dull ache of your heart in exchange of seeing Oikawa happy and satisfied.

 "this isn't healthy for you, idiot. You're going to hurt yourself more." Iwaizumi warned you again and again. He told you over and over to stop downplaying your feelings and actually face them.

 But you didn't listen.

 Because you knew that if you actually told oikawa what you felt that he would brush you away just like all the times you advised him to pick between the bad and the good. You weren't good enough for the grand king and you knew that. That was why you were helping him despite all the pain. He needed someone he could love freely, not someone who would weigh him down.

 "shittykawa, when are you going to ask (y/n) out already?" Iwaizumi asked out of the blue while the pair changed in the locker room. Oikawa looked up at him at the sound of your name. he's admitted to his other best friend that he likes you, likes you more than a friend. You've been there for everything and you were the only one who made his stomach fill with butterflies with every interaction you have.

 He would've confessed a long time ago if it weren't for the mixed signals after he agreed to let you help find his perfect match.

 He was making you search far and wide for his one true love when the person he truly yearned for was right in front of him.

 "what's with the sudden question iwa-chan?"

 "(y/n) is in pain, shittykawa. She's been destroying herself to build you up. I don't like seeing her hurt, okay?" iwa snapped, looking at his friend, his eyes pleading Oikawa to finally put an end to all this pain for you. The brown-haired captain could only sigh then nodded once in agreement. This has been going on for too long. He can destroy you even more if you mindlessly ignored your heart over and over for his sake.

 "you're right. You won't see her in pain any longer, iwa-chan." he simply said before he ran off in the darkness of the night to complete his plan just for tomorrow.

  "did you see? Oikawa was carrying a big bouquet!" the girls squealed as they ran in the halls during lunchtime. Bouquet? Did someone give it to him? No, no girl had the courage to do so.

 He brought the bouquet for someone else.

 You subconsciously balled your fists into your shirt, just right above your heart. Why was it hurting you? He found someone he finally could love. You should be happy.

 But why does it hurt so bad?

 Still, you picked up the pace, plastered on the biggest smile you could muster and headed to the cafeteria where his fangirls gathered around your table to try and get a peek at the bouquet.

 You pushed the crowd to finally get to the table. The bouquet was filled with roses and different colored flowers that could wow anyone in the room. You felt you smile falter because of it. But still, you pushed through and sat down beside the setter, tossing a fake teasing grin that didn't go unnoticed by the volleyball pair.

 "oooh~ flowers~ who are they for?" you asked, trying to play it off as a joke so oikawa would come clean to you about his one true love. You needed to get this over with. Maybe then would your heart feel a little bit lighter. "are they for Yuki in drama or maybe Kami in the 2nd year? Tell me!" you whined, leaning into Oikawa to really sell the deal but the boy only looked back at you, pink blooming on his cheeks.

 Iwaizumi then stood up from his seat, ushering the fangirls away from the scene that was unfolding, effectively giving the two of you privacy. It was only then did you stare back at tooru seriously. You could've swore that oikawa could hear your heartbeat from where you stood.

 "t-they're actually…" oikawa paused to take a deep breath, taking the flowers into his hands then handing them to you. "for you. I like you, (y/n). You're my one true love and-"

 "this isn't funny anymore, tooru." you cut him off as you tried to hastily wipe your tears away but they kept coming. "this isn't a funny joke at all."

 "that's because it isn't a joke, alright?" oikawa raised his voice a little bit, causing some tables to turn and stare at him in question. They didn't matter at the moment. He placed the flowers back on the table so he could cup both of your cheeks in his hands, using his thumb to wipe your tears away. "I really really like you. There isn't anyone I like more. You always talk about finding the best girl for me when I have you. You're the best." he whispered, making sure you were the only one who heard him.

 "b-but I'm not perfect-"

 "don't you dare finish that sentence. You are more than perfect to me, Even if you don't think so." he said, placing his forehead against yours.

 This time, the tears that rolled down your cheeks weren't from pain or sadness. They were now from the relief and happiness that flowed through your body until the warmth finally reached your heart.

 "I like you too, Tooru."

 And with that, you felt a heavy weight getting lifted off of your shoulders. You were finally free to speak your mind and actually tell him what you feel.

 You didn't have to hide your feelings anymore.

 And that is all! Hope you guys enjoy this! I had a blast writing this down and it really helped me sort out and actually think about my feelings more. Requests are open so please don’t be shy to leave any requests in my ask box! Love you guys 💖❤️💕

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[a-mended-pact]

Unsteady keys: Chapter Eight

A/N: Hey everyone sorry for the wait on this chapter! I hope you enjoy it! Please let me know your thoughts.

Warning: this chapter contains Smut. If you are not 18+ DNI

Word count: 2,320

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I was the first one awake. I tried to go back asleep but the longer I layed there the more my mind filled with images of him and Ethan. I wasn't upset about them having been together.  Quite the opposite actually if anything I just wanted to know Spencer from back then. Was he happier? Did Ethan make him experience a happiness that I wasn't giving him?

This isn't jealousy right? I've never really had this emotion around Spencer before. He's never given me a reason to feel like this. It's a strange thing. 

I glanced down at his hand resting on my stomach. His silver band was shining in the sunlight that was peeking through the curtains. Even though my mind was a wreck, the atmosphere in our room. Our home was calming. I didn't want it to be shattered. Of course I knew that eventually it would. I only hoped just not right now.

I closed my eyes and kept trying to fall back asleep when I felt his arm tighten around me and pull me in. He nuzzled into my neck and started peppering it in kisses. A soft sigh escaped me.

'Good morning love.' His voice was hoarse and extremely dreamy. I knew we wouldn't be able to have our talk about Cat if he sounded like that the whole time. All I'd want to do is jump his bones and show him exactly who he belonged to. 

I rolled over to face him and groaned in small annoyance because of course he looked delectable. 'I can't tell if that was towards me or the thought of being awake with the sun in your eyes too.' While he spoke he was rubbing sleep from his eyes. 

'Oh it most definitely was to you. It's not fair that I'm supposed to be upset and you look like this when waking up. Derek wasn't kidding when he called you pretty boy all the time.'

As I spoke I shoved him on his back completely and straddled him. I watched as he closed his eyes and let out a small moan as my hands purchased on his chest. The longer I sat there feeling him beneath me the more my mind filled with ideas. Pleasant dirty ideas. 

I dug my nails into his chest and scratched him softly. I leaned forward and began kissing his neck, placing wet kisses up and down it until he started squirming beneath me. A moan left his lips as I bit his neck and started sucking. Sure I knew this wasn't a professional thing to do. Especially since everyone would definitely see it. That was the point though. I wanted everyone to see it.

Apparently the ring wasn't enough to show he was mine and I wanted to make sure the point got across this time around. 

His hand wrapped itself in my hair as he held me down to his neck and grinded against me. Making me moan in his ear and him shudder at the sound.

I pulled away and sat up completely on him. 'This wasn't how this morning was supposed to go.' I punctuated each word with a movement of my hips.  I could feel him through my panties. God it was a glorious feeling. 

A small moan escaped him as he rested his hands on my thighs watching me. 'This definitely isn't how I imagined it happening either but I'm not gonna complain. ' He met my motions on his own and I couldn't help but dig my nails into his tummy. 

'I'll only let thi-' before I could finish my sentence he bucked up into me and pulled me down to him by cupping my throat gently. I couldn't do anything but moan and whimper. Life definitely wasn't fair sometimes.

He kissed me hungrily at first until he pulled away and stuck his thumb on my swollen lip. 'Mark me.  That's what you want isn't it? You want to have more of a claim over me than the ring on my hand. You wanna show them that my body is yours just as well as my heart. Do it Y/n. I'm all yours.'

We both rushed off the bed quickly to strip ourselves of our clothes before I shoved him down to the mattress. He laid there with his hands behind his head with a smug smile. 

'I hate that you're right. I thought after we got married I wouldn't have to keep showing people that you're mine. I'd wipe that smile off your face though if I were you or else I'll make sure your breath smells like me when you interrogate Cat later, maybe even when you go talk to Ethan too.'

A small chuckle escaped him as he watched me climb up his body leaving bites and claw marks in my wake. 'Careful darling your possessiveness is showing.' I glared up at him from his belly before biting him there. He winced slightly but still held that blasted smile. 

I was already turned on just by seeing him nude. He always had that effect on me and he knew that. Once I made it up to straddle him again he pulled my head down to his neck. 'Go on sweet girl. I know you want to.' I moaned into his ear as I rubbed my wetness up and down his hard cock. I laced my left hands fingers in his hair as I latched onto his neck. He lifted my hips slightly and aligned himself up with me and made me slowly sink down on him. I gasped and let go of his neck as he bottomed out completely. 'F-fuck!' I sighed into his neck attaching myself to him yet again as I started to ride him. 

He felt amazing inside of me. Stretching me. I had missed this. We'd be so distracted with work and Diana and my mental health it's taken a toll on our sex life. I pulled myself back and rested my hands on his chest for leverage as I started riding him harder and faster.  'God, that's it. ' He moaned, throwing his head back in ecstacy.  

I dragged my nails down his chest to the end of his happy trail making him buck up into me. His hand moved to my waist as he pulled himself up to cup my ass. He started kissing up and down my neck until he made it to my pulse point and bit. A loud moan escaped me as our movements became more violent.  My hands began clawing at his shoulders and back. 

A whine left me as he pulled me into a gentle kiss. His other movements making me thrash on top of him. My legs started shaking and clenching.  He was the only thing keeping them apart.  'You're almost there sweet girl. Just let go.' I continued gasping and whining as his own thrust became a bit irregular.  My eyes brimmed with tears when he began covering my neck in kisses and bites. My hands caught into his hair as I held him there.

'I- I don't wanna. Not yet.' I was so breathless I wasn't sure if he heard me. He smacked my ass making me let out another moan. A few tears escaped my eyes as I fought against my own orgasm. I didn't want right now to end because the moment it does we will have to actually confront the storm around us. I wasn't ready for that.  

He cupped my face and caressed his thumb along my cheekbone.  'I'm yours. Only yours. All yours.' His thrust became sloppy as he kept kissing me each time he pulled back to speak and our lips were still touching. Caressing. I whined again and clung to him harder. I felt his other hand move between us. The moment his fingers touched my clit I felt myself come undone. He let me ride out my orgasm as he continued to thrust until he came too.

'I love you Mrs Reid. ' He said right before he tossed me off of him so he could get off the bed.  I could feel his cum leaking out of me and I could do nothing but shudder. I was going to yell at him for what he did until he grabbed me by my ankles and jerked me to the edge of the bed, spreading my legs wide. Before I could ask what he was doing his face was buried between my legs and he had me pinned in place by his strong arms and hands. 

'Oh! My god Spencer!' My hands immediately went into his hair as I squirmed from overstimulation. I was gonna cum within seconds. I'm sure he could tell too. It was always so easy drawing orgasms from me when he used his tongue.  

He pulled back and looked up at me, his face glistening with my essence. He kissed my thigh and smiled at me. 'Sweetheart you shouldn't threaten me with something I would enjoy and then not do it.' He buried his face back into my heat bringing me closer to orgasm with each stroke of his tongue.  

'There you go. Cum in my mouth darling. I'll be sure to talk to Cat and Ethan when we go into work first thing. ' I began shaking again as I grinded on his tongue.  With a couple of more licks I was a goner.  I climaxed into his mouth and he ate it up eagerly.  

'I'd say you thoroughly marked me my love. '

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By the time we made it into work we were late. I had no regrets though. I could see her smiling at me the whole way Into the building. Obviously admiring her work. She was giddy and to be honest I didn't blame her because I was too. Even if my neck was killing me. Y/N really did a number on me. I was certain I'd get looks had I let anyone see me before I strolled into the interrogation room. This was going to be fun. I could still smell her on my skin and on my breath. I had brought my go bag up so I could clean myself off properly after. As much as I loved having her state her claim on me like this. It wasn't work appropriate nor was it polite to the rest of the team.

I had no idea whether or not my wife followed me here or not. Honestly I didn't really care if she did. This would happen whether she were watching or not regardless. I had let Cat get to close for comfort in more ways than one. 

I sat down in the hard chair across from her and watched as she took in my new markings. Her face contoured from amusement to hatred back to amusement.  'Oh, Spencie looks like you've been a naughty boy. Are you trying to tempt me into ruining you too?' She went to reach up to touch me when the cuffs pulled her back into place. 

'I'm married Cat. Nothing I do with my wife is any of your concern. However what is my concern is where Lindsey is. Why don't you give me a little hint?' My voice came out monotone. I really just wasn't in the mood for today. I much rather be surrounded by someone that wasn't such a pain in my ass. 

She clicked her tongue at me as she let out a laugh. 'What like I'd just give you the answers? Please.' She scoffed. Her eyes never left my neck and I couldn't help but fight a smug smile as her emotions started getting the better of her.

I stayed silent as she thought of what to say next.  'Why don't we play a game first?' She smiled at me, her teeth showing. 'I think it would be more fun.' It was like she was reminding me she was still in control and that made me nauseous. 

'If I guess right to my own assumption I'm gonna need you to tell me what I want to know but if I guess wrong I'll tell you everything I know about Lindsey.' The smile never left her face. Someone like her shouldn't be able to get under my skin.  She was a killer and here I was thinking of how attractive her mind was as if she hadn't killed about 200 people. 

'I'm not playing your games Catherine.  If I heard right you and I aren't playing anymore. It's you and the misses.' I smiled as I got close to her making sure I blew my breath into her face. Her eyes widened as she Jerked herself away from me like I had burned her.

'You're a bastard spencie.' She looked away from me and down at her hands. If I didn't know any better I would say she's trying not to cry.

'What's the matter? You are showing signs of jealousy. Do you wish it was you that did this to me? I leaned away showing off my neck a little as I stretched.  'You love the idea of getting your claws into innocent men especially when they aren't expecting it.' A smile formed on my features as I watched her struggle to make eye contact with me. 

'Well I'm expecting it. I was from the moment we knew you were involved in this case. You are trying to taint me and Mark me as yours.' I pointed to my head and I watched as her eyes followed my hand movement. 'Luckily for me I've already got someone's claws into me and I wouldn't have it any other way.'

I got up to leave when I turned and looked at her

 'Have fun with the other Agent Reid, Miss adams.' I couldn't help but let out a small chuckle as I closed the door behind me.

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[doiedreams]

an insect ambush leaves you in camp counselor!Johnny’s care

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[4:02pm] s.jn

“Did you take them on their bathroom break yet?” Johnny asks you, as the both of you set up an activity outside for the kids at your summer camp. 

You look at your watch before answering. “Nope. They have about 10 more minutes until their bathroom break. For now, they’re just playing around.” 

Johnny raises his eyebrows and looks at you. “Aren’t our groups on the same schedule?” 

You stop what you're doing for a moment to think, and check your phone for the schedule. Turns out, Johnny is right.

“Geez, I'm terrible at time management...” you say.

“Don’t you have to be good at that to be a camp counselor?” Johnny snickers.

“Whatever. I’ve been doing this for long enough and no one’s fired me for it.”

He laughs at you and returns to his preparations. “Right. Well, some of the other groups are probably having their bathroom break right now so get over there before it gets crowded.”

You take your water bottle, leaving Johnny with the activities to go find your group of campers and take them to the bathroom.

You eventually notify your group of campers about the mix-up and lead them to the bathrooms. The closer you get, you start to hear loud children’s voices, running faucets, and toilets flushing. You then see kids and counselors crowding the hallway in front of the bathrooms.

“This is not gonna work...” you mutter to yourself.

“Sorry, but you're gonna have to take them to the outdoor bathrooms. We've got too many over here.” One of the camp counselors say to you. You nod, turning around to redirect your group of kids outside.

Catching sight of the path leading to the old park bathroom, you groan to yourself. Outside of the bathroom, you would be met with flies and mosquitoes while the inside was smelly, laced with cobwebs around the toilets, and littered with dead bugs and used paper towels.

You come to a stop once you've reached the old bathroom. It’s a small, wooden building with two doors - one on the left for boys, one on the right for girls - and had a small crooked drinking fountain in between them. You can hear the noises of various insects singing from the multitude of trees and bushes behind it.

“Alright, ” you sigh, turning towards the campers. “Who needs to go?”

“Took you long enough,” Johnny says to you as you take a seat at his table with the other counselors. “You missed the bean bag toss competition. It was intense.” His expression was one of seriousness, but his sarcasm was easy to detect. 

“What a shame…” you mutter, shaking your head in disappointment, mirroring his sarcasm. “We had to reroute to the outdoor bathroom.”

“Ew.”

“Exactly.”

Your conversation with Johnny and fellow counselors is disrupted when the site director approaches you. 

“Hey y/n, one of the kids in your group is leaving early and she said she left her bag in the bathroom,” she says. You sigh, knowing you'll be asked to go back to that bathroom again. “Would you mind grabbing it real quick?”

You smile and nod, masking the disgust you feel at the request. Johnny waves you off as you leave.

It’s darker now, and the buzzes and whining of various insects are heard when you get to the bathroom. You shudder as you brace yourself for whatever you may meet on the other end of the door.

Cautiously, you open the heavy door and peek into the bathroom, searching for the bag without fully entering. Paranoid at the buzzing sounds outside of the bathroom, you subconsciously duck your head as you enter. The last thing you want is to come across a bug of any kind.

You find the pink, dirty bag in the third, and last, stall of the bathroom, grab it, and rush out the door. When you step out of the bathroom, you sigh in relief but soon detect a faint odor coming from the bag.

You can hear more buzzing.

You unzip the bag and peak into it, revealing an overripe banana as well as some crackers and brown napkins.

Caught off guard by a buzzing sound right next to your ear, you swat at the air next to your ear and zip the bag back up. God, how you hate insects.

You can now hear an even louder buzzing on both sides of your head. You shake your head, just as a puppy would after taking a bath, and wave at your ears hoping to blow away whatever was bothering you.

The exposed skin on your legs begins to itch, and now you're beginning to freak out. Looking down at your legs, you find the source of itching. Pesky mosquitoes.

The itching quickly spread to your arms and face, and now, you’re beyond freaked out. 

You let out a shriek, frantically running back to the camp building, clutching onto the bag.

“Woah woah woah! Are you okay?” You hear a counselor ask as you run toward the building. 

You pant for air as you swipe at your itchy skin, trying to get rid of any mosquitoes that may still be on you.

“No, I'm not!” you cry. You drop the bag to the ground and kick it in front of you as you cover your face. “Just give this to the site director, please.”

Before your fellow camp counselor can say anything else, the site director comes out of the building and gasps. 

“Goodness, y/n, what happened to you?” She takes the bag from the ground and hands it to the other counselor. “Take this to the kid with her mom, would you?” The counselor hurries off with the bag.

The site director takes your hand and leads you into the building. You pass the table Johnny’s sitting at and your wounded state immediately grabs his attention. 

“Y/n, what happened to you?” he asks, hopping out of his seat worriedly .

“Take her to first-aid, please,” the site director orders.

Without any hesitation, Johnny takes your hand and guides you to the first-aid office.

You and Johnny enter the office and he closes the door behind you. Seeing as it’s the staff’s lunch break, the office is empty and Johnny helps himself to cupboards and cabinets with ointments and bandages.

The multitude of mosquito bites on your body has begun to swell up, and you wince at the sting when you reach up to touch your face.

“Careful, there. I don't want you irritating the bites more.” Johnny says gently. “Sit.”

You take a seat and watch as Johnny looks for something to heal you up. He pulls down a first-aid kit, inspecting a tube of ointment, before pulling up a seat in front of you.

“You look like you know what you're doing,” you remark. Johnny laughs, bringing a small smile to your face despite the ache.

“I really don’t.” He pulls out his phone and types something. “I just choose to trust Google.”

With the guidance of the Internet, he instructs you to wash your face, arms, and legs, before using an ice pack to reduce the swelling. As you wait for the swelling to go down, you explain the series of unfortunate events to Johnny, getting cut off every now and then by his jokes and teasing making the atmosphere a lot lighter for both of you.

“I think it’s time to put this on now,” you say, reaching for the ointment and putting down your ice pack. 

“Here, let me do it,” Johnny says, grabbing the tube before you could. You cock an eyebrow at him, then comply. He takes your arm and applies the cream on spots of your arm, muttering a soft apology each time you hiss at the sting. Fiddling with your lanyard, you watch him attend to your needs quietly with your arm in his hands.

Before he could move on to your other limbs, the door opens, revealing the nurse of the camp.

“I heard one of the counselor’s needed my attention.” She smiles at you before glancing over at Johnny. “But it looks like you're already being attended to.”

Johnny smiles shyly at the ground and lets out a laugh.

“You should make him your assistant. He’s really good at this,” you tease.

Johnny puts down the first-aid supplies and stands up. “I’ll let you take it from here,” he tells the nurse. Before leaving, he turns back to you and says, ”Tell me when you’re done. I’ll get some of the others to form your personal Insect Defense Squad.”

“How thoughtful of you,” you say, rolling your eyes. ”Thanks, I’ll definitely need it.”

“You’re very welcome.” Johnny says smugly.

And with that, he leaves you with the nurse to get your bites healed. You seem to forget the itch and sting of the bug bites, instead dwelling on the lasting touch his fingers left on your skin.

a/n: Inspired by @philosopher-of-fandoms​ :

This was just for fun I couldn’t help myself 😭 I saw the post and said screw it why not lmao.

proofread by: @sleepyyangyang​ and @give-seconds​ <33

#if you were imagining shirtless camp counselor Johnny heroically saving y/n from the violent current in the midst of a canoeing accident... #this is not that #neothestars #kpopscape #nctcreations #starryktown #nct imagines #nct 127 imagines #nct drabbles #nct 127 drabbles #nct blurbs #nct 127 blurbs #nct timestamps #nct 127 timestamps #nct fluff #nct 127 fluff #johnny fluff #Johnny seo fluff #Johnny seo drabbles #Johnny seo blurbs #johnny timestamps

[sodalitefully]

ANTHING that has to do with Duzzy, please!!! (I mean if you can lol) I'm also working on the second chap of my duzzy fic btw if youre interested in that lol... 🤐

Sure thing! So, ages ago @slashscowboyboots suggested a fic inspired by @sleazyizzy‘s art, and I never finished it... But I had about half of it done so I put the rest together last night and voila!  Duzzy and Slaxl in a strip club AU! (pretty much sfw, just a little heated)

So Axl drags Izzy to this strip club that’s really not Izzy’s style at all – nor Axl’s for that matter, but Axl has been fawning over one of the dancers for weeks now, coming to watch his performances every weekend and generally being a pain in the ass with the way he never shuts up about this guy he’s never even spoken to.  But Axl is determined that today he’s going to work up the courage to buy a lap dance, and he insisted that Izzy come along for moral support.

While Axl is waiting impatiently for his favorite’s turn on the stage, Izzy spends most of the evening hiding at the bar, occasionally sneaking peeks at the acts in the mirror on the wall behind the bartender.  One in particular draws his attention, a tall, slender blonde in heeled thigh-high boots who works the pole with a coy playfulness that has Izzy turning around in his seat to watch properly.

The next performer is “Slash,” Axl’s unknowing paramour, and Izzy buries his nose back in his drink.  He feels compelled to give Axl some privacy, knowing the extent of Axl’s feelings for the man on stage makes Izzy feel too much like a voyeur.

He rejoins Axl at a table when there’s a break in the performances, and shortly afterwards the dancers hit the floor.  To his credit, Axl only looks a little nervous as he gets Slash’s attention.  He blushes like mad when Slash informs him that he was wondering when he’d get the change to give his most loyal fan a private performance.  The rest of the conversation is drowned out by the ambient noise, there’s an exchange of cash and then suspiciously even more conversation.  

Slash is eyeing Izzy as he whispers in Axl’s ear, his permanent devious smirk is making Izzy nervous.  He slides off of Axl’s lap and tosses Izzy a wink, but instead of approaching him Slash just turns and walks away swinging his hips as he struts through he crowded club.  Both Axl and Izzy stare after him, but for different reasons: Axl’s gaze is glued to the strip of flesh between the top of Slash’s fishnet stockings and the bottom of his tiny latex shorts that are too small to hide the curve of Slash’s ass.  Izzy, on the other hand, watches with trepidation as Slash searches the room for someone or something, his hair bouncing as he seems to find what he was looking for and disappears from view.  

Izzy leans out of his chair towards Axl, still staring at the spot where Slash’s glittery cloud of hair disappeared. “What was that all about? What happened to finally working up the balls to ask for a dance?”

Axl laughs at him, his response is something about Slash and dances but most of it is lost in the clamor of the club.

“What?” Axl is smirking at him, clearly this infatuation with Slash has been a bad influence on him. “What did you do?”

“Just wait and see!” Axl yells back.

Resigned, Izzy scans the packed room, takes in the colored lights and dramatic makeup, avoids eye contact with a pair of dancers eying him hungrily and accidentally meeting the eyes of a fellow patron that sends him a lecherous wink. Izzy grimaces and casts his eyes downward to avoid any more unwanted attention, he’s wishing that Axl would talk to him so that no one else feels the need to when a familiar pair of ripped fishnets appears in front of him.

Next to Slash is a second pair of legs, paler and clad in shiny plastic leather. Izzy raises his gaze and is met with the sight of a lacy black thong, right in front of his face. Eyes blown and blushing, he looks higher still, up a flat, hairless belly until he reaches the hem of a flimsy netted shirt that hid nothing at all, and then finally cranes his neck to face the blond Amazon that stood before him, smiling down at Izzy with cherry-red lips and a look of shy amusement.

“Axl told me that you had your eye on our Duff Rose,” Slash explained, his hand lingering on the blond’s hip. “The dance is his treat, so just enjoy it, okay? Don’t worry, Duffy is a miracle worker; you’re in good hands.” Even with the platform on his boots, Slash had to tiptoe to dash a kiss onto Duff’s cheek before slipping away into Axl’s eager arms.

Duff reached out a slender hand to brush Izzy’s bangs out of his face, testing his reaction. Izzy leaned ever so slightly into the touch, so Duff took his chin gently in his fingers and guided him until he was leaning all the way back in his seat, then stepped forward to close the gap with his impossibly long legs straddling Izzy’s thighs, and his skimpy underwear still hovering at eye level, now close enough to make Izzy cross-eyed as he counted the freckles on the inside of the stripper’s thighs.

Izzy’s a tall guy, he’s not used to looking up at his partners, but even when Duff lowers himself to perch on his lap, Izzy still has to tilt his head back to watch the alluring gleam in Duff’s eyes.  

It takes all his willpower to keep his hands off the beauty in front of him as Duff rocks his hips, strokes his long fingers up and down Izzy’s leather jacket, arches his back and bends low to brush crimson kisses onto Izzy’s neck.  Duff is in fact a miracle worker, his playful, flirty comments make Izzy more relaxed while his teasing touches get him embarrassingly flustered.  Axl, Slash, and the rest of the club fade away as Izzy is completely absorbed in Duff’s performance.  

When the dance is over, Duff rises to his feet, but he bends over to reach Izzy’s ear: “I’ll see you again soon, won’t I?”

“Of course,” Izzy breathes.  Ten minutes ago he was adamant that this would be the last time he set foot in this place... But a lot can change in ten minutes.

(Thank you! Requests are still open, more info here)

(oh and good luck on the second chapter of your duzzy fic, I’ll keep an eye out for it! 😊)

#oh wow that was longer than i thought! #i probably should have proofread this again... #sodafics #duzzy #slaxl #gnr #duff mckagan #izzy stradlin #axl rose #slash #saul hudson #reply

[gh0stbra1nz]

jiann x male reader

request: You're a K-Pop-centred Youtuber who occassionally does collaboration videos with idols. During the promotion period of Newkidd's latest release, Come, Jaewoo and you are set to do a video together during which you'll do one another's make-up.

note: hey bud. first of all, thanks for being my first request! i don't know newkidd super well and i don't know a thing about make-up but i did some research and tried my best lol. i hope it's alright!

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Room tidied, filming set-up prepared, lighting adjusted; [Y/N] had readied everything for the arrival of Newkidd's member Choi Jaewoo, also known as Jiann, and yet he was still fidgeting with the unbuttoned sleeve-edges of his baby blue shirt.

It was a typical video, that which he would be filming that day. He had done it a handful of times already, once his Youtube channel had really begun to grow in popularity and his offers to small entertainment companies for collaborations were accepted. [Y/N] had done this before, but nonetheless, the idea of meeting Jaewoo in person was something that brought upon him a strong sense of giddiness.

[Y/N] had been following Newkidd's activities as a rookie group for some months already and had quickly developed a low simmering crush on the very member he'd be filming with that day.

It was therefore on that high of utter excitement and nervousness that once Jaewoo himself had finally arrived, naturally glowing and somehow even more handsome than [Y/N] remembered, that the youtuber's behaviour morphed into one of a skittish hyper-activity, desperately trying to come off as calm whilst they introduced themselves.

Not much time was allowed to trickle by with their minimal conversation before [Y/N] had to get to work and the camera beeped to show it had begun filming.

Jaewoo gave his second small bow to [Y/N] prior to sitting, a broad yet somewhat awkward smile on his face. [Y/N] was determined, however, for this to not be a negative experience for the young idol.

Sloppily rolling up his sleeves, [Y/N] went to stand behind Jaewoo's chair, bare lips pulled into a happy smile and hands softly clapping down onto the other man's shoulders, mildly startling him.

"Hi!" [Y/N] cheerfully greeted his eventual audience, sight directed into the camera.

At his exclamation, Jaewoo curiously peered up at him, a baffled grin adorning his face.

"Oh, we're filming?"

His voice itself was melodic, [Y/N] came to realise, somehow a blend of soft and deep. That thought in itself though, also made him realise how much he was blindly infatuated by the man.

"Yeah," [Y/N] confirmed, cutting off his own wonderings, "We're going straight into it! Introduce yourself to the viewers."

Jaewoo nodded, quickly facing forward and flashing a winning smile.

"Hello, I'm Newkidd's Choi Jiann!"

"Mhm, and you guys know I'm [Y/N], your local mess of a fanboy!" He took the opportunity to lightly squeeze Jaewoo's shoulders, prior to letting his hands drag as he moved to instead stand abreast the idol, "You know what we'll be doing today, right Jiann?"

The black-head's lips momentarily pursed, his expression playfully twisting into one of pondering.

"Something related to make-up?"

[Y/N] chuckled, tilting his head in agreement.

"Well my desk is, in fact, currently covered by palettes and brushes, so that was a calculated guess," He allowed himself a quick glance down at the man, finding him to be already gazing up with a keen smile. [Y/N]'s heart skipped a beat.

"Today will be really fun, and quite possibly a disaster, because after I do your make-up you'll be doing mine!" He paused, squatting slightly so that he and Jaewoo were at the same height, eyes locking at what [Y/N] decided to call a safe-risky distance. "Have you ever done make-up before?"

Jaewoo belatedly shook his head, a light laugh bubbling past his lips.

"Never, I'm afraid."

[Y/N] offered an almost timid smirk.

"Honoured to be your first," He cheekily replied, tossing in a wink for good measure, prior to straightening himself and already reaching for some wipes.

The idol seemingly had no qualms about the joke, merely chuckling as the tips of his ears very faintly dusted pink.

"Alright, so, let's get started and in the meantime you can tell us about yourself or whatever else you like."

[Y/N] got to work with wiping the other's minimal make-up off, being careful to be gentle but to also let his touch linger across the expanse of his cheeks and wide chin. Jaewoo spoke rather stiffly at first, giving a status-quo introduction of himself as a member of Newkidd whilst continuously peeking at the youtuber, wanting to take a glance at the look of concentration that had settled upon the younger's face.

"Your skin is gorgeous," [Y/N] stated once Jaewoo had briefly paused, and the compliment brought on a stronger blush than the previous one, now possibly a shade of pink on his ears that could be evidently seen on video.

"Thank you," He gingerly murmured, and [Y/N] couldn't help but admire the way Jaewoo looked up at him with a bashful smile.

"I'm thinking － since you have black hair － we should go for a sultry type of look," [Y/N] eventually states, pulling away and setting down his wipes, "Smokey eyes, red-tinted lips, that kind of stuff. What do you think?"

Jaewoo simply nodded, more than willing to go along with [Y/N]'s plan as the other must have certainly known what he was doing, considering the following he'd been informed the youtuber had. Then again, perhaps it was also due to the fact that [Y/N] looked really cute with his blue shirt and ruffled [h/c] hair and Jaewoo would most likely agree to anything should it leave the younger's mouth.

"Perfect. So I'll apply some toner, which helps with any dry patches you might have," [Y/N] squeezed some into his palm, "This is more out of habit though, seeing as how your skin is literally as beautiful as the rest of you."

Jaewoo didn't get the chance to reply before delicate hands were patting and rubbing along the curves of his face, making his breath catch in his throat and his dark eyes lock with those already staring back at him. [Y/N] offered a warm smile.

"Next, I'll put on just a bit of lotion and we can get to work on your look."

Jaewoo thickly swallowed, head tilted up at a better angle for the artist to work. "Okay," He said, to show he was listening.

"Right, so you guys had a comeback a couple weeks ago, didn't you?" [Y/N] asked, instigating a conversation for while he did what he needed to. Jaewoo quickly caught on, humming.

"Yeah, on the 28th," He replied, then briefly looking to the camera, "It's called Come. Please support it a lot."

[Y/N] nodded, "You really should check it out, the song's a banger and they all looked super great in the video."

Jaewoo dipped his head that was liberated from [Y/N]'s hands as he wiped them clean. "Thank you," he spoke and proceeded to watch as said male fiddled around with his boxes, intrigued.

"Apart from your own," [Y/N] had turned to show he held a square box of sorts in one hand and a brush in the other, "have there been other comebacks you liked? Ah, and this is just some foundation I'll be applying now."

"Oh, there are lots of talented senior artists with really good music this month, like Got7's You Calling My Name and EXO's Obsession," Jaewoo answered, attempting to ease his pulse that repeatedly quickened whenever [Y/N] dipped in particularly close.

It was strange, because Jaewoo had had his make-up done countless of times and his body had never reacted such a way. Perhaps this was different because [Y/N] was a guy, who just so happened to be very attractive.

[Y/N] let out a sound of agreement, startling Jaewoo from his thoughts about him.

"Yeah, those were awesome," He brought the brush along Jaewoo's left cheek, gently dragging it straight down then to blend in the powder, "Even Jessi and Victon delivered this month." He lifted his gaze to that of the idol's that was intent on him, and he quirked a playful brow when he saw Jaewoo to be dazed enough to answer in delay.

"Definitely."

Giving the final strokes, [Y/N] leaned away again and changed the box with another, clicking it open and analysing the colour for an instant before swapping it for a different one.

"Now I'll be applying some light blush mixed with highlighter, just to give some colour to your face."

After having said so, [Y/N] proceeded to mix the two, tapping his brush to bring the excess to fall into the lid. Of the hand that held the box, he freed his index finger to gently nudge Jaewoo's head upwards by his chin, their faces once more closer than necessary and causing a spark to continuously flow in the air between them.

"We'll put some on your cheeks, nose and chin so as to better define your facial structure," [Y/N] murmured in explanation, pulling his eyes away to focus on the way the soft bristles of his brush swept over Jaewoo's smooth skin.

"So, Jiann, what do you like to do in your free time?"

The question seemingly caught the idol off-guard for he rapidly blinked himself awake from his unfocused state, sight momentarily dropping to [Y/N]'s hands that had since closed the box and begun grazing over his desk, clearly in search of a specific palette.

"I play the piano sometimes and listen to music, but other than that I spend a lot of time with my members."

[Y/N] hummed, eyes directed upon the box he'd picked up, studying the colours.

"I didn't know you played," He said, and Jaewoo was oddly happy to see that the youtuber had finally looked to him again, "I'd love to hear you one day."

Jaewoo instantly smiled, quickly nodding, "I'll make it that you do."

The eager response made [Y/N] chuckle, a fond upturn to his own lips as he adjusted his grip on the fine brush he held.

"You can't go back on your word now, it's on camera!"

"I promise, [Y/N], I'll play for you."

A pregnant pause ensued, Jaewoo's flush returning at full strength after he processed what he'd said, and [Y/N]'s heart beat wildly against his ribs.

"I'll look forward to it then," He swiped his tongue over his bottom lip, briefly biting on it before smiling.

"Okay, now I'll begin doing your eyes. We're going for a dark look: black eyeshadow blended into deep purple at the end, with a fine liner along your top lids and at the edges of your bottom ones."

Jaewoo nodded, raising his head without needing to be told to, and [Y/N] mumbled a quick "Thanks," before leaning in and beginning his work.

They stayed silent for a while, but Jaewoo didn't mind. He took the chance to watch the male from up close when he could and obediently shut his eyes when he had to. There was something careful and precise about the way [Y/N] did his make-up that was different from how the staff his group had usually did.

"Alright, open," [Y/N] ordered, "I need to work on the bottom."

Doing as told, Jaewoo allowed his lids to part and flutter open, [Y/N]'s [e/c] eyes glimmering with focus as they bore into the idol's own. He sharply inhaled.

The remaining minute seemed to be a time of stand-still, both passing too quickly and too slowly, their close proximity bringing the two males to shyness.

"We're almost done," [Y/N] quietly stated, in a way akin to a warning, "I'll put some red balm on the inner parts of your lips and blend it out with gloss."

Jaewoo mutedly nodded, heart still thrumming in his ears even after [Y/N] had momentarily distanced himself.

He blinked and the warm hold of [Y/N]'s index and thumb was back on his chin, holding his head and forcing their gazes to meet.

"Part your lips a bit."

And Jaewoo did, watched as the other carefully applied the colour to his mouth and held his breath until it was over.

"All done!" [Y/N] eventually announced, beaming, "I didn't think you could look any hotter and yet, here you are."

Jaewoo dipped his head, attempting to ward off his flattered smile and flustered blush.

"Here's a mirror," [Y/N] said, handing him a circular one prior to stepping aside, allowing him to properly look at the artist's work, "Thoughts?"

The idol spent a few seconds taking in his new appearance, a look he hadn't really tried out yet, and found that the heavier make-up suited him more than he'd initially expected.

"It looks great, thank you," He told [Y/N], looking up at him with a fondness in his eyes that made the younger's chest warm.

"Well, I didn't have to do much, you're naturally good-looking," [Y/N] set a hand upon the man's shoulder, a gleeful smile stretching across his face, "Now that you like your look though, you have to promise to make mine just as good!"

Jaewoo chuckled, playfully shrugging as his left hand went to rub at the nape of his neck.

"No promises, but I'll do my best."

With the timid affirmation, [Y/N] went ahead and fetched a wide headband to push back his [h/c] hair and make it easier for the idol － temporarily-turned-rookie-make-up-artist － to do his work.

Swapping seats, [Y/N] allowed himself to sink into the padded chair and peered up at Jaewoo, smiling. Jaewoo couldn't help but think that he looked adorable with his mussed up hair and supple cheeks.

"You don't have to do the skincare part," [Y/N] stated, vaguely gesticulating towards where he'd left the toner and lotion, on a corner of his desk, "Do you have an idea for a look in mind?"

Jaewoo paused, contemplated, because no, he hadn't thought of anything because he was too distracted by [Y/N]. He looked at the younger's pale shirt and grey jeans, and an idea came to mind.

"Maybe peach or pink colours?"

He was afraid the suggestion was a stupid one, he wasn't experienced after all, but [Y/N] bobbed his head in agreement, lips still smiling.

"Sounds good!" He leaned forward, found palettes of colours that fit the spectrum Jaewoo wanted, and set them in front of the idol, "Here's everything you'll need. Do your best, Jiann!"

The idol quickly got to work, spending more time than most simply to choose the shades he wanted and even more so being perplexed about which brushes were best to use.

At his confused pout accompanied by a frown, [Y/N] chuckled, finally lifting a hand to point at one of the finer brushes.

"This will be the easiest to use."

Jaewoo gave a grateful nod, too shy to speak as he came to realise that he must have appeared to be a fish out of water.

"You don't have too worry too much," [Y/N] said, attempting to put the man at ease, "I trust you'll do just fine."

With nervous hands and a speeding pulse, Jaewoo immersed himself into his work, making sure to do as well as he could and even mimic what he could recall [Y/N] having done on him. The youtuber found it endearing how seriously the idol was taking such a playful task and didn't want to disturb him in any way, only scarcely speaking up.

By the end of it, Jaewoo had given [Y/N]'s eyes a peach-coloured tone, his lips a light pink gloss, and his cheeks a dust of rose; he even went as far as carefully adding glitter along the high curves of [Y/N]'s cheekbones.

He took a step back and smiled, meeting the younger's eyes with somewhat pride and admiration.

"It's not as great as your work, but you still look really handsome, [Y/N]."

》》》

i had no fucking idea how to end it and i was afraid it would get too long so i trimmed the end down a bit. i'm sorry if it wasn't all that great, i'll do my best to improve.

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