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martiniblues · 7 months

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what a feeling ; 이민형

pairing idol!mark x female!reader

synopsis it’s not easy keeping your relationship with your idol boyfriend a secret, especially when he’s halfway across the country and would do anything to hop on a plane and get you in an instant. but little does he know that you’ve already beat him to that idea.

genre established relationship, a teeny tiny bit of angst, reader uses she!her pronouns and is described in a feminine way, so so so much fluff, mutual comfort, slightly suggestive.

wc 1.6k

song : what a feeling by one direction

mark: i would do anything in this world to be w you baby :(((

you: i knowwww but these next few weeks will go by so quick!!! we will be back together in no time<33

you quickly turned off your phone and adjusted your outfit for the hundredth time in the bathroom mirror. “i feel like i’m going to puke out my breakfast!” you leaned your back against the sink, facing one of mark’s staff members you had grown to befriend over your time as being mark’s girlfriend.

“it’s going to be fine. i promise you, he’s been doing nothing but talking about how much he misses you and begs his manager every chance he gets to let him fly out to you.” the words made you drop your head to avoid anyone seeing your flushed cheeks.

you and mark had been dating for awhile now, but it was your first time flying out to see him and see him perform outside of your home city.

what if he doesn’t want to see you?

what if he’s too stressed to see you?

“what if-“ you’re quickly cut off with multiple dings chiming from your friend’s phone. she quickly read the notifications and grabbed your arm.

“okay, they’re almost done running this last set, and then they’ll be back here.” she quickly drags you out of the hallway bathroom and into a new room.

a big white table sat against the wall with various foods, makeup, hair tools, and pieces of clothing scattered about. you noticed an oversized black and gray stripped hoodie that belonged to none other than your boyfriend. resisting the urge to grab it to warm your cold body, you hid behind the big white door, listening for any sound of the boys.

your heart began to race once you heard the hoots and hollers from the very familiar voices of mark’s members. talks of dinner and after-rehearsal plans hung in the air with no notice of mark’s voice.

the guys had already been informed of your plan, so when they greeted you with small hugs and smiles, you shouldn’t have been shocked. but there was no sign of your boyfriend anywhere among the eight men in front of you.

reading the puzzled look on your face, johnny answered, “he’s still working on his solo stage. the dumbass insisted he do it again, even though it’s perfect."

“if only he knew she was back here… man, he would forget all about being a perfectionist then.” yuta laughed as he joined johnny next to you.

“can you take me to him? i cant deal with the wait anymore.” you pouted, leaning against the wall, as you felt the wave of clattering butterflies begin to build in your stomach.

without a word, the two boys led you to the side of the stage where you could see mark sitting in a black chair, mic in hand, and body slouched back as he rapped smoothly.

it took everything in you to not run across the stage and pounce on him that instant, but something about the words coming out of his mouth and the vibe he carried in his subtle but sharp moves made you become entranced by him, as he always did to you.

“okay that was good, mark. we can rehearse more tomorrow!” a deep voice came over the speakers as the song stopped, leaving mark exhausted against his chair. your heart broke into a million little pieces, seeing the evident distress and exhaustion stitched in his figure.

“i think it looked perfect.” your mouth moved before your brain, not able to resist your boyfriend anymore. his head quickly snapped to your figure, which emerged into the stage lights only a few feet away from him.

“oh my god…” his voice came out quickly as his face pulled into an expression nothing less than shock, shooting up from his chair and bolting his body to yours.

his body slammed into yours before picking you up and spinning you around as his hands gripped onto you for dear life. “oh my fucking god” he let out again into your neck as you giggled and weaved your hands into his sweaty, messy hair.

“surpise!” you smiled so hard that you felt like your face might get stuck as you pulled back to look at mark, only to find him with the same expression.

“h-how… what? when did-“ his stuttering was quickly cut off by your lips on his. he slowly let your feet touch the ground and arched your body slightly as the kiss deepened quickly due to all the pent-up feelings the two of you shared for each other.

you couldn’t help your smile, teeth clanking slightly, before you pulled back to look at mark once again. “i couldn’t do the distance anymore. i had to see you.” your breathing came out ragged due to mark practically taking your breath away.

“you have no idea how close i was to flying out to you, baby” he said, swaying your bodies slightly, forgetting about the fact that you two were in the middle of a giant stage and had many people observing you.

“beat you to it though,” you sassed before a small ‘whatever’ left your boyfriend’s lips right as his fell onto yours again.

“this is so cute and everything, but can we please go eat?" haechan whined from one of the wings. the words made you two pull back in giggles, lacing your fingers together before following the guys off the stage.

“see you two lovebirds later!” johnny waved while you and mark got out of his car. “and be safe!” haechan added quickly. before mark was able to slap him for his suggestive comment, the brunette locked his passenger side door swiftly.

after the last few goodbyes, you and mark made way to his airbnb he rented for this multi-day show.

“i can't believe this,” you breathed, swinging your joined hands enthusiastically. “believe what?”

mark turned his body, quickly switching his hands so that he was still interlocked with you, but was now walking backwards facing you. a dopey smirk grew on his lips as you visibly reddened.

“this. us being here together finally.” you pulled him closer by his forearm, stopping the two of you directly in front of his door. not even reaching for his key, mark leaned down and kissed your lips for the thousandth time that night, but this one held a much greater weight than the rest.

his free hand perched itself on your lower back, warming the cool, exposed skin between your top and jeans. no matter how many times you and mark kissed (and maybe it was the prolonged distance causing this effect), this felt like the very first time.

chills blooming through every pore, heat taking over your body, brain melting into a mark-shaped puddle. he took over every sense, and you did the same to him.

“i love you so fucking much. i don’t think i can take this distance anymore.” he pulled back, lacking breath from your lips moving feverishly with his.

you two stood for a few heavy seconds, just staring at each other. if it weren’t for the dim light perched by the door, you wouldn’t have noticed the way mark’s eyes glossed over and how his lips pulled together into a straight line.

“i don’t think i can either.” you choked out, reaching for him again and pulling his body flush with yours. your hand raked itself in his hair, and the other wrapped its way around his broad shoulders. soft sniffles filled the now silent night, aside from the crickets chirping in the grass.

“i love you too.” you wiped his tears running down his soft cheeks and kissed them quickly before deciding to head inside.

the events following were slow and thoughtful. even if you both didn’t want to face the distance again, you knew it was inevitable.

you and mark were entangled in his bed. his head rested on your chest as he drew random swirls on your forearm while your other arm fell beneath his head. hand scratching his scalp repeatedly.

“i’ve never had this feeling before.” mark spoke into the silence. you moved your hand to tilt his head up level with yours. “what feeling?” you asked, assuming he was on the verge of falling asleep.

“just being beside you right now, holding you in my arms. it has me on fire. i’ve never felt this way about someone before."his eyes searched your face in a way that made you want to duck under the covers, but with his body practically on top of yours, that became undoable.

“me too. you make me feel things i didn’t even know were possible.” your words came out softly, embarrassed to be so vulnerable. "well, you could just say i’m amazing in bed but… i’ll take the more poetic version i guess.” you pushed his head away from you in annoyance at his dirty words.

“not like that, you freak!” the both of you giggled. mark pulled his body up to trap you beneath his arms. before you could even recover, he began littering your face with kisses.

“what a feeling!” he pulled away with a big smile on his face, teeth and all. it made you want to squeeze his cheeks from the sweetness of it all, but you resisted the urge.

“what a feeling!” you echoed, a smile pulling its way on your face in the same fashion as mark’s.

a few more kisses and loving gestures were exchanged before you two eventually fell asleep. consumed with this indescribable feeling rushing through your body, making you fall more and more in love.

if that was even possible.

note: 1D x nctdream is TOO GOOD. i’m seriously debating on making this a little series w the dreamies (let me know what songs you think of with what member!!!) anyway, love you lots and please leave a like or reblog if you enjoyed!!

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svtdarlingbby · 3 months

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"He's just a fuck-boy-frat-bro" Fratboy!Bang Chan x fem!Reader

pairing: Frat boy! Bang Chan x fem!Reader; featuring stray kids, '97 liners in Kpop, TXT genre: college au - enemies to lovers - slight angst but mostly fun! warnings: cursing, mentions of alcohol, reader is kinda mean but so is Chan, one mention of blood, slightly suggestive word count: 8904

Y/N's POV

Whoever declared the false dichotomy that studying English was “easy” did not know the amount of work that went into it. Sure, writing has always been one of my favorite hobbies, but perhaps analyzing the arguments that came into play when it comes to creating effective writing is where my passion lies.

“You know, it would be more effective if you cut out some of the background information. No one wants to read all of that.”

Speaking of arguments.

“Chan, can you just shut the fuck up and finish the peer review?” I rolled my eyes. Workshop days were usually pretty helpful especially since I tend to procrastinate while being a perfectionist about my writing. However, the professor just had to assign us pairs today and of course, she paired me with Christopher Bahng. Or as he liked to call himself, Bang Chan. Maybe I’m exaggerating, but he’s such a fuck boy. He’s a part of some frat, a string of Greek letters I don’t care to remember. He’s always out partying too with his group of friends. They were so loud when I had the displeasure of meeting them when they sat near me at the library during undergrad as I was trying to write a paper. Let’s just say that I didn’t stay in that area for too long. To put it simply, I did not like Chan, nor did he like me.

“I’m just saying” he began in a sing-songy voice, “Can’t you just assume your audience understands the background context?”

He knew how to get on my nerves. “First of all Chan, yes. You’re right. The audience is academic so they probably know what I’m talking about,” I began as he smirked. “However, I only included that much background info to strengthen my credibility. That’s called appealing to ethos. Remember that?”

Chan rolled his eyes as the smirk that was plastered on his chiseled face vanished, “Yeah, whatever,” he groaned as he started to read the rest of my paper.

I suppressed my laughter and looked back at my laptop screen, which displayed the work Chan had for peer review day. As expected, he came in with only an outline for his paper. Probably couldn’t get anything down because he was out with the boys, I thought as I began to scan his outline.

I hate to admit it, but as I read further through Chan’s outline, the more I began to see his vision. He was researching the shift in attitude toward mental health in the 21st century and the language behind that, and honestly, it was a great idea for his thesis. The thing about Chan is that he is intelligent. Despite his annoying attitude and lifestyle, he knows how to write a pretty damn good paper about something he’s passionate about. Maybe that’s why he also found himself in grad school for English with me. I was hoping that he’d go to another university after undergrad, but like me, he stayed for grad school. Just my luck. It didn’t help that we were one of the few students who stayed at our school for grad school with the rest of the cohort coming from other universities. Essentially, I was the only person he was familiar with so Chan always found his way to sit near or even next to me in all four classes we shared. Even during our training sessions, he found his way near me. I just couldn’t get rid of this guy, but at least I can get somewhat authentic writing advice from him.

“Hey Y/N,” said Chan, a suspicious smile growing on his face.

“What?” I said, trying to keep my eyes on my laptop.

“You forgot a comma here,” he said and began to giggle.

I swear if my eyes weren’t permanently rolled into the back of my head by now. “Ha-ha, very funny Chan. Ever take a look at Bean’s hierarchy like we did in training?”

“Yeah, that’s the joke. Or was that too advanced for someone as uptight as you?” he retorted, the smirk back on his face.

“Uptight? I can take a joke,” I said, trying to sound confident.

“Yes, you’re uptight. I’ve never seen you at a party before. You should come with me this weekend,” he said, trying to act suave.

“Now why would I want to go to a party with you?” I said, fully looking Chan into his eyes.

“Everyone in this room knows that you have an ass, why not put it to good use?” he spoke lowly and smirked, not breaking the eye contact as I began to feel myself blush.

“What is fucking wrong with you?” I said, trying to sound angry but it came out more flustered and whiny. I won’t admit it to Chan but wow, does my ass look that good?

“I’m just kidding, we all know I’ve got more ass than you,” he laughed as he went back to reading my paper.

“You know damn well that’s a lie,” I blurted out, still staring at him rather than my laptop.

“Oh? Would you like to prove it to me?” replied Chan, almost a little too quickly. He seemed almost taken aback by how quickly he responded yet still smirked.

“I-” Before I could respond, I was interrupted by a notification from my phone. It was a text from my friend Rosé, who swears Chan and I are soulmates because she thinks we are so similar. Thankfully Chan notices me get distracted by my phone and uses that as an excuse to drop his absurd question and continue reading my paper. I couldn’t wait to tell Rosé about what Chan just said.

Rosé: ok i know we’re both not into frat parties and stuff but Jaehyun is being dragged to that frat party on saturday by jungkook and mingyu and he wants me to come. You don’t have to but do you think you could come with me?

Oh god, she had to be referring to the party Chan mentioned earlier. I thought about it. The worst thing that could happen is Jaehyun getting caught up with his friends and losing Rosé, which I doubt. Jaehyun was truly a gentleman and he was also a part of the English program with Rosé and me. He wouldn’t do that to her. But at the same time, these frat parties were unpredictable and what kind of friend would I be to leave my friend in that kind of situation?

Y/N: yeah i heard about that party. Don’t worry, I’ll come with. But you’re promising me that we are avoiding frat guys especially Chan

Rosé: of course! We’ll just stay with Jaehyun who would prob want to leave early anyway.

Rosé: but

Rosé: it’ll be hard to avoid frat guys especially Chan with your ass 🤭

Rosé: and his ass honestly. You guys are both hot so…

Y/N: Rosé i swear I’m not going to the party now

Rosé: NO i was jk. But fr ur hot

Y/N: thank you 😇send me the details of the party when you get them. Also what you’re gonna be wearing!

Y/N: OMG speaking of, guess what Chan said

Rosé: omg what

Y/N: he was trying to invite me to the party actually and he said something about me having an ass yet his was still bigger and so I called him out on that statement and he basically asked me to prove to him that my ass was fatter 🤢

Rosé: HELP OMG now why would he say that 😭

Y/N: cuz he’s a typical fuck boi

I put my phone down because I suddenly remembered I had to finish up Chan’s peer review. Just as I was about to focus my attention back to my laptop, Chan’s annoying voice spoke up.

“Who were you texting?” he asked, so nosy.

“None of your business,” I responded, still looking at my screen.

“Is it a guy?” he asked, before looking up. “I saw the way you were smiling.”

“Oh my god, it was just Rosé. Why are you so concerned?” I snapped, regaining eye contact with Chan who smirked once again.

Chan’s POV:

My plan is working, thank god Rosé’s dragging Y/N along to that party. God, she’s so fucking hot when she’s mad, especially at me. She’s so funny, all of my friends, her friends, and even everyone in our cohort know that she finds me attractive yet chooses to hate me. It’s crazy, she’s the smartest girl I know but she’s so stupid, denying her feelings. I just pretend to hate her to keep the game going, and it’s been going on since like freshman year. I feel like if she truly hated me, she probably would’ve reported me or something. Not that I’d do anything creepy, no, I have boundaries. I just love to mess with her. And perhaps I might also love her.

I don’t know why I ever admitted that. The boys made fun of me so much.

“Wait, I know you love to mess with her, but you think you love her?” laughed Changbin among the boys.

“Well, I-” I stammered, before being interrupted.

“Bro, how? She hates your guts!” laughed Jeongin.

“Okay but-”

“I don’t think Y/N hates him. She would’ve blocked and maybe gotten his ass kicked out of here by now if she truly hated him,” said Minho, a matter of factly.

“And even though neither of them would admit it, they seem like friends. I mean, they’ve had classes together for five years now. And I’ve seen Y/N willingly sit next to Chan all the time. They’ve even had lunch together a few times! If she hated him, she would’ve moved seats and ignored him all these years,” added Felix optimistically.

“Oh my god, are you saying Y/N probably loves Chan?” asked Seungmin, wide-eyed.

“YES! I’ve known it all these years. I’ve seen the way she looks at you, all that tension from denying her true feelings. This confused girl loves you!” mused Jisung.

“Yeah, honestly, if she wasn’t in the grad program, I might not have pursued grad school. If that isn’t love, I don’t know what is,” I admitted, feeling flustered in front of the guys.

“Okay, so how are you going to tell her?” interrogated Jisung. Of course, he wants me to do something about it.

“I really don’t know. I never really planned on it honestly,” I revealed, earning a few dramatic gasps from my friends.

“How about at the party on Saturday?” asked Hyunjin.

“No, she hates frat parties. But I’ve also heard from Rosé that Y/N can party so I don’t know,” I answered, feeling almost hopeless.

“Wait, Chan,” began Minho, a smirk arising on his features, “What if we make Y/N go to that party?”

“Dude, no. As much as I like messing with her, I won’t force her to go somewhere she’s uncomfortable,” I replied somewhat urgently.

“No, not like that. You know Rosé, right? Those two are like best friends. She’s dating Jaehyun, right? He’s in the frat and I know his buddies Jungkook and Mingyu are going to drag his ass there,” explained Minho. “So how about we use Rosé to bring Y/N to the party?”

“Damn Minho, why do you have this elaborate plan?” chuckled Hyunjin.

“I still haven’t gotten back at her for that one time she went out with Jisung,” spoke Minho lowly, “If this plan doesn’t work, at least she gets to see me all up on Jisung.”

“Whoa calm down Minho, it was one date remember? Before we were a thing? I ghosted her after that!” laughed Jisung.

God, I remember that. I was so angry when I found out Jisung’s Bumble date all those years ago was Y/N. Granted, that was freshman year, but still! I shouldn’t be jealous, but Jisung’s one of my bros even though he has clearly moved on. I’m sure Y/N has moved on, God, I hope so.

“Anyways,” I began, “What exactly is going to happen at the party once she’s there?”

“OH! Rosé should totally abandon her! And then you can swoop in and not act like a pretentious asshole for once!” chirped Hyunjin. “And you’ll be surrounded by all the frat guys, who are going to be acting like that and maybe she’ll see that you’re different than the rest!”

The room erupted in agreement from the guys and I began to feel myself warm up to their elaborate plan. “You know what, I think you guys are onto something,” I nodded in agreement as the guys cheered. “I’m going to text Rosé, I know she’d love to set her bestie up.”

Chan: Sup Rosé

Rosé; oh god what do you want

Chan: ok I’m being fr rn. But I have feelings for Y/N

Rosé: that’s the big news? 😭come on, we all knew that.

Rosé: I mean, everyone but Y/N she thinks she hates you but we all know that’s a lie

Chan: wait-

Chan: what do you mean???

Rosé: oh um

Rosé: Y/N is literally going to murder me but

Rosé: at our last girls party, I don’t know what she was on but she admitted that she finds you hot 😭

Wait. What. Y/N thinks I’m hot? Oh my god!

“GUYS Y/N THINKS I’M HOT!” I blurted out to the guys who all cheered in response.

“YES CHAN’S GONNA GET IT!” screamed Changbin as he smacked my back rather harshly.

“OUCH!”

“Sorry bro, the gains, you know?”

I ended up telling Rosé the plan and surprisingly she agreed on the condition that nothing bad happens to Y/N and that she won’t stop her from leaving if she gets uncomfortable. Okay, fair. And I know Y/N. She’s super loyal to her friends so she’ll be at that party either way. God, I’m so excited but nervous. She’s going to look so hot too, I wonder what she looks like outside of her school clothes.

Y/N’s POV

Thank god class was almost over, but why was Chan so concerned with who I was texting? I brushed him off and finished peer-reviewing his outline. Surprisingly, I left a lot of positive feedback but made sure to sneak in some snarky comments. And I corrected his grammar just to be petty. How are you in grad school but can’t differentiate between a dependent and independent clause?

“Here, damn,” I groaned as I hit send on the email where the peer-review was attached.

“Aw, you liked my outline!” rejoiced Chan in that annoying voice of his as he opened the attachment.

“You should be lucky that you’re receiving my feedback. I’m the only one here that would tell you that you suck to your face,” I said as I began to pack up my laptop into my bag.

“Well honey, from the looks of it, you found a lot more positive things about my outline than negative,” laughed Chan.

“Whatever,” I groaned, “Have you even finished peer-reviewing my draft by the way?”

“Almost done, I’ll send it to you in a bit,” he said as he started typing once again.

“Thanks, I guess,” I muttered as I left the classroom.

What I didn’t know was that my half-hearted “thanks” caused Chan’s heart to skip a beat.

The day of the frat party came by faster than expected. Honestly, this whole week was a whirlwind. Thanks to Chan’s surprisingly helpful feedback, I was able to finish the essay before the weekend. I usually don’t drink, but, even being around alcohol can get hungover somehow and I wasn’t going to let a stupid frat party be the demise of my grade. Plus, I had to drive back home.

Usually, I partied with my close friends and attended quite a few parties during my college career. I wonder how it’s going to be to go to a “real” college party, especially as a grad student no less. Maybe Chan was right. Maybe I am uptight. Whatever. I know his dumbass is going to be at that party. I might as well show him what “uptight” is.

With that, I had a fun time choosing my outfit! I’ll admit, it was kinda low-cut. Okay, it was really low-cut but it flattered my good in every way. I haven’t worn it in a while but the black blouse was flirty and fun, with the dotted fabric of the arms sheer and the cropped nature of the shirt sitting right at my waist. I’d pair it with some nice jeans that flattered me. The outfit was far from uptight. And I could tell it would be a real crowd-pleaser based on Rosé’s enthusiastic reaction.

Rosé: WAIT DAMNNN OKAY

Rosé: CAN CHAN FIGHT????

Y/N: LMAO thanks but prob not!!

Y/N: I’d rather be all yours anyways 🙄

Rosé: awww

Rosé: I wonder if Chan’s fave color is black 🤭

Y/N: OH GOD why would you say that 😭 i hope not 🤢

Rosé: LMAO I’m kidding lol butttt he is gonna see you like that just saying

Y/N: okay and? Not my problem

Rosé: yeah sureeee anyways are you almost at my apartment so we could head on over?

Y/N: Yeah, just found a parking spot. Heading over!

Flipping my hair out of my face, I headed toward Rosé’s apartment. Honestly, I was feeling kind of nervous going to this party. What if something bad happens?

Outside the apartment building, I saw none other than Rosé accompanied by her boyfriend Jaehyun. Ugh, they looked perfect together, hand in hand and conversing about something they both could only hear. Until I interrupted.

“Rosé!” I yelled, quickening my pace.

“Y/N! You’re here!” she exclaimed, letting go of Jaehyun’s hand as we hugged each other and flooded one another with compliments of how we looked.

“Damn Rosé, that ass of yours in those jeans?” I swooned, fanning myself.

“Ahem.”

“Oh! Hey Jaehyun!” I exclaimed, caught off guard by Rosé’s quiet boyfriend.

“Hey Y/N!” he laughed as Rosé joined him, presumably at my flustered state.

“Listen! I wasn’t trying to take Rosé away from you! I would never!” I tried to explain, “Even though she was my friend first,” I mumbled that last part under my breath.

“It’s all good! Should we head over now?” asked Rosé as we began to walk toward the frat houses.

The walk over to the frat house was longer than we thought it would be, but thankfully we all wore sneakers. The chill of the fall air blew as Jaehyun draped his sweater over Rosé’s shoulders. God, they were so cute. I can’t believe someone like Jaehyun was technically a frat dude. Come to think of it, Rosé was also in a sorority. I’m sure they knew their way around these parties.

We opened the door just to be met with some frat bro who I quickly recognized as one of Chan’s friends.

“Sup Jaehyun, I see you’re in ratio” he smirked as he let us in.

“Thanks, Hyunjin” laughed Jaehyun as he fist-bumped his brother as Rosé and I followed him inside.

“Ratio?” I asked, perplexed.

“Oh some frats have this thing where a guy should bring two girls with him to be let into a party,” Rosé explained as I quickly understood despite an even more confused expression gracing my features. I chose not to dwell on it as I took in my surroundings. Of course, red solo cups are in the hands of every attendee. Some of Chan’s friends were setting up some music. Sports were playing on the flatscreen TV. So far, so good.

“Hey, Jaehyun!” yelled Jungkook, who seemingly popped out of nowhere.

“Jaehyun!” yelled Mingyu, following behind the older one. God, Kim Mingyu and Jeon Jungkook. I’ve always thought they were so hot; I couldn’t help but feel a little shy as I scooted closer to Rosé.

Jaehyun greeted his friends as they all clapped hands, hugged each other, and made small talk. I felt kind of awkward just watching them honestly, so I turned to Rosé.

“I’m not drinking tonight, but did you wanna get a drink?” I asked.

“Sure, why not? Oh my god you know what I just realized?” she said, eyes brightening.

“What?” I asked, ever amused by her.

“You might actually see me drunk in person instead of over text!” she laughed.

“Wait, oh my gosh that’s so true!” I exclaimed with excitement as she grabbed a drink, making our way back to Jaehyun and his handsome friends.

“Oh there you are,” said Jaehyun as he turned around, his eyes lighting up when he saw his girlfriend.

Before any of us could respond, the house suddenly boomed with music and a certain boisterous voice made himself apparent.

“HELLO ABΩ! IT’S YOUR BOY BANG CHAN HERE!”

Oh no. I expected him to be here but outside of school, he’s going to be ten times more annoying. I sighed and rolled my eyes as I sipped on some water.

“The party is just getting started, my boy Jeongin made this fire playlist. Let loose, enjoy yourself, and remember, tag me and follow me on Instagram @gnabnahc!” he smiled into the microphone. All the frat guys began to cheer, encouraging him. I exhaled, just staring at how ridiculous Chan looked, with his white tee shirt, fitted so perfectly against his sculpted muscles. And his black jeans, emphasizing that dumptruck of his. Of course, he was wearing a cap too. “Let’s have a great night! And-” Suddenly he stopped, creating an awkward silence despite the booming music.

And then I realized. He was staring right into my eyes. I blinked a few times before looking away, feeling Rosé nudge me as she stifled a laugh.

“I lost my train of thought!” Chan laughed, shifting the mood back to the energetic one he had created mere seconds before. “Anyways play some beer pong, dance, have fun!” And once again, all of the frat bros cheered as the party began.

I still felt flustered and annoyed, but also powerful at the same time. Did me just standing there make the cocky and confident Bang Chan flustered to the point of freezing up in front of the boys at a party no less? I smirked, though my cheeks still felt warm as I saw Changbin laughing and smacking Chan’s shoulder.

“Y/N! Did you hear me? Or were you too busy staring back at Chan?” smirked Rosé as she waved her hand in front of my face.

“Wait what?” I blinked as she and Jaehyun began to laugh.

“I was saying you and Chan had a little moment right there! Locking eyes, the world disappearing around you two?” laughed Rosé.

“Very Jane Austen” added Jaehyun in agreement.

“Jane Austen would never write about a frat guy at a frat party no less,” I scoffed, crossing my arms as the couple in front of me shared knowing glances.

Chan’s POV

I will never hear the end of this. Changbin is still smacking my shoulder with his sheer strength and keeps laughing at how I got distracted.

“Oh my god, my abs. I’m not gonna have to train them anymore because of you!” laughed Changbin.

“Will you quit?” I rolled my eyes at his antics. “Very funny, I got distracted.”

“It’s not even that you got distracted! It’s who made you distracted! Tell me, what was it about Y/N that made you practically drool in front of everyone? Was it her hair? Maybe her eyes? Or was it her tits- OW!”

“Not now Changbin,” I muttered after I smacked him. God, I need a beer. I left Changbin behind to find Minho handling the drinks.

“We all saw that, dude,” said Minho somewhat apologetically as he handed me a drink.

“Yeah, whatever,” I said, drinking from the cup rather quickly.

“So, the plan?” asked Minho expectantly.

Right. The elaborate plan of the night. Initially, it seemed easy enough but I didn’t realize just how flustered by Y/N I would be. God, how does she get hotter every time I see her?

“I was gonna wait a little later into the night to tell Rosé to abandon Y/N,” I explained to Minho who nodded.

“Why don’t you go ahead and break the ice with Y/N? I think you acknowledging her early on will show her you have some decency,” suggested Minho.

“That’s not a bad idea,” I replied as I glanced over at Y/N across the crowd before making my way toward her.

Y/N’s POV:

Rosé was too busy talking to Jaehyun as I took in my surroundings once again. The party was beginning to get lively with more people dancing, especially Hyunjin, who was already surrounded by several guys and girls alike. Dancing would be fun honestly, but it would be awkward going up there and not knowing anyone. Just as I took my eyes off the dance floor, I met the gaze of none other than Chan.

“Oh god, what do you want,” I muttered unenthusiastically as he walked toward me.

“So, you made it? I knew you weren’t as uptight as you let on,” smirked Chan as he leaned against the wall, drink in hand.

“Don’t you have a paper to write?” I asked, trying not to take in how attractive he looked at that moment. Maybe all that alcohol around me was starting to intoxicate me somehow. He never looks good.

“Well someone provided me with some extra good feedback on my outline the other day,” he began, smiling, “Let’s just say that was an easy paper to write.”

I scoffed, “No way you wrote twenty-five pages in two days, weekdays no less.”

“Oh, but I did. I know you think I’m just a typical frat bro but I do care about the mental health movement,” he said, cocking an eyebrow up as his gaze bore into my soul.

“Whatever,” I said, breaking eye contact and feeling a bit flustered.

“Anyways,” began Chan, “It’s nice seeing you here. Nice to see you outside of class, I mean,” he stumbled as his eyes scanned my outfit.

It was my turn to make him flustered. “Are you talking about me, or my tits?” I smirked, standing up straighter as he shuffled.

“Well, I-” he began, before regaining his composure, “I expected to see your ass, not your tits today.”

“CHAN!” I yelled as he laughed, “Well, at least mine are bigger than yours!”

“That I can agree with,” Chan laughed, causing me to chuckle and playfully smack his arm.

“We can finally agree on something,” I admitted as I playfully rolled my eyes and he nodded in response.

“I’d say we’re finally on the same level of debate,” Chan winked as he referenced our TA curriculum.

“Yeah, I would say that we passed conjecture so we’re definitely on definition right now,” I said as I dramatically furrowed my brows, pretending to be a teacher.

“God, I’m so glad we’re actually applying what we’ve learned to the real world!” Chan exclaimed, dramatically opening his arms and gesturing to the “real world” that was the frat party before him. I hate to admit it, but Chan was actually funny. He knew how to appeal to my sense of humor. As hard as grad school is, these little jokes make me feel like I’m not alone. As we were laughing, I could just feel the stares of several people burning through the bubble Chan and I created. He could feel it too. In the corner of my eye, I could see Rosé giggling at us. Oh god, she probably took some pictures too. I also felt the knowing stares of Chan’s friends, even Hyunjin who was surrounded by guys and girls had his gaze fixated on Chan and me. Also, did I see Jisung, that one guy I had that awkward date with freshman year, stop making out with Chan’s other friend Minho just for them to look in our direction? What was going on?

Chan’s POV

I’m glad Y/N is warming up to me, she’s honestly not uptight at all! As awkward as my first glance, well, stare, at her today was, I’m so glad she didn’t bring that up. Speaking of staring, what is wrong with me? She saw me staring at her tits god I want to die. I mean, she didn’t murder me! That’s a good sign, right? As fun and lighthearted as our conversation was, how come the guys and Rosé had to be so fucking obvious? I thought this plan was supposed to be low-key, not “everyone-stare-at-Chan-to-see-if-he-finally-asks-Y/N-out.” I think Y/N is catching on, I mean, I practically feel everyone’s staring at us. I need to find a distraction, quickly.

“Ahem” I cleared my throat, “Do you want another drink?”

“Oh, um, yeah sure,” she replied as I snapped her out of her thoughts as we made our way to the drink table.

I don’t know why I was reacting so quickly but as Y/N reached for a water bottle, something in me told me to grab it for her. It wasn’t until our hands met on the same water bottle that I snapped out of my actions.

“Oh-”

“Sorry!”

“Here, I’ll grab it for you,” I said, handing her the water bottle.

“Thanks,” she replied, looking down. Oh god, am I screwing this up? Did I make it awkward? From the corner of my eye, Felix gave me an apologetic smile as I wearily shook my head. I had to fix this.

“So, you’re not drinking tonight?” I asked, breaking the ice.

“Nope. I’ve gotta drive home but being drunk would be fun,” chuckled Y/N before taking a sip. “Yeah? How’s ‘drunk’ Y/N?” I asked using air quotations.

“I don’t remember,” laughed Y/N, “The videos I’ve seen of me in that state are hilarious though. I get cocky, witty, and flirty, so kind of like you on a regular basis. So yeah, I turn into a fuck boy.”

“That does sound like me,” I chuckled as we sat down on the couch. “We’re pretty similar, don’t you think?”

Y/N grimaced. “Rosé thinks so.”

“Oh yeah?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, and it’s so far from the truth!” she exclaimed dramatically, “Rosé, come here!” she yelled over the couch for her friend. Ugh. Just when I thought I could get her alone without Rosé having to completely abandon her friend.

“Yes?” asked Rosé, another drink in hand.

“Come on, sit down and tell Chan about your delusions. About how you think we’re the same person,” said Y/N who scooted away from me, gesturing for Rosé to sit between her and me. I swear if Rosé cockblocks me…

Fortunately for me, Rosé takes a seat on Y/N’s other side. “You two are so similar oh my god, Chan you don’t even know the full extent,” giggled Rosé as she leaned into Y/N. Ugh. That should be me.

“Yeah? How are we so similar?” I said glancing between the two women expectedly.

“You both are studying English!,” laughed Rosé.

“Oh yeah, I didn’t know that!” scoffed Y/N sarcastically as I chuckled.

“Oh, oh! Your zodiac signs are compatible!” Rosé smirked as she raised her eyebrows.

“Oh yeah, you’re a Libra right? October 3rd?” asked Y/N expectantly and I nodded. She knows my birthday?! I don’t know why my heart began to race at this fact. (A/N- guys for the sake of the story let’s pretend every zodiac sign is compatible with Libra lol!)

“Oh- and don’t forget, your MBTIs are super compatible too!” exclaimed Rosé.

“I’m an ENFJ, what are you?” I asked as Y/N looked away and replied (your MBTI). Oh my gosh, ENFJ and (your MBTI) are like, supposed to be soulmates. (A/N- guys for the sake of the story let’s pretend every MBTI is compatible with ENFJ lol)

“Oh- and also! Remember the blood drive for the frats and sororities? You’re type O Chan!” chimed Rosé.

“How did you remember that?” I chuckled looking between the clearly intoxicated Rosé and Y/N.

“I’ll let Y/N explain that one!” exclaimed Rosé as she darted her eyes between Y/N and I.

“Ugh, unfortunately, that means your blood type can be accepted by any other blood type, Chan. So your blood would be accepted by mine,” gagged Y/N, “I’d rather die at that point,” she deadpanned, causing both Rosé and I to laugh.

“Really? You’d rather die than receive my thick, juicy, red blood from these veins?” I asked, making a fist so the veins on my arms would appear. Y/N bit her lip and exhaled as Rosé laughed even harder.

“Yeah Y/N, I thought you had an arm kink?” blurted out Rosé, who was probably drunk by now.

“Rosé!” yelled Y/N, getting more flustered and looking away from me. I only laughed harder and felt my ego rise exponentially. She’s an arm girl? Noted. I’ll have to wear tank tops more often.

“Like what you see?” I whispered to Y/N, flexing my biceps. She didn’t respond, but I saw the way her eyes lingered.

“Yeah Y/N! You should feel his muscles” laughed Rosé as she grabbed Y/N’s hand suddenly and placed it on top of my bicep

“Rosé!” yelled Y/N as her hand retracted quickly from my bicep. God, if only she knew how flustered I was feeling right now. Before I knew it, I blurted out “I don’t bite. Go for it.”

“Oh, um. Okay,” replied Y/N as she leaned over and felt my muscles. I tried not to act flustered as she leaned toward me, that blouse of her’s making it hard to focus on her hand on my arm. I swear her skin on mine was something I had been craving for years. “Neat,” she said, retracting her arm but I could see the redness gathering on her cheeks.

“Whoa, save some room for Jesus!” blurted out a boy with long, dark brown hair. Behind him was a taller boy who looked somewhat flustered.

“Beomgyu? Soobin? What are you guys doing here?” Y/N’s eyes lit up instantly at the sight of them. I could feel my blood begin to boil but I had to maintain my composure. I can’t let something like jealousy ruin the plan.

“You guys aren’t even in this frat!” laughed Rosé, causing the two guys to chuckle.

“Yeah and? We’re here for a good time, right Soob?” laughed Beomgyu as he smacked Soobin in the chest.

“Oh- Uh, yeah! How are you, Y/N?” asked Soobin shyly. Why was he asking about her specifically? I kept my mouth shut as I glanced at Y/N, who looked somewhat flustered herself.

“I didn’t think I’d be here but this one dragged me here,” explained Y/N as she glanced over at Rosé.

“Okay and? You’re having a good time?” stated Rosé like it was the most obvious thing.

Everyone chuckled but me, but I tried to play it cool and forced myself to smile at their small talk. Ugh, I just wish these cockblockers would go away!

“Oh my god, they’re playing Rodeo! Soobin, you like that song don’t you?” boomed Beomgyu as he gestured toward Soobin. “Let’s get up there!” he exclaimed as he gestured toward Y/N and pulled her from the couch.

“Wait this song is so funny!” laughed Y/N as she enthusiastically made her way to the dance floor with Soobin and Beomgyu.

And just like that, my jaw was on the floor. How did these two random guys, who aren’t even in my frat by the way, just snatch Y/N away from me like that?

“Ouch,” muttered Rosé as I stared at the dance floor in disbelief.

“Bro did that just actually happen?” I heard Seungmin say as he took Y/N’s vacant spot.

“Man, I’m sorry,” I heard Felix’s deep voice behind the couch as he leaned over to pat my shoulder comfortingly.

“How- She just- I just-” I stammered, still in disbelief at what just happened.

“So um, Beomgyu and Soobin know Y/N from biology class during undergrad,” explained Rosé, trying to help me make sense of this. “Soobin was her lab partner.” Honestly, that didn’t really help as I just sighed in response. To be honest, I knew getting Y/N wasn’t going to be this easy. If I have competition, so be it.

“Give me a minute,” I muttered as I stood up to get another drink. I felt their apologetic stares burn into my back as I made my way to the drinks. I glanced at the dance floor, and of course, Y/N was having the time of her life. God, she looked so hot dancing. Putting that ass to good use like I had said earlier. Just as I was about to look away, an unsightly scene unfolded before me on the dance floor. Why were Soobin and Y/N practically grinding on one another like that? My blood was already boiling, but now it was evaporated by how angry and jealous I felt. I know my face showed that as I made eye contact with Y/N as she smirked.

Y/N’s POV

Ah Soobin, my old lab partner. My old crush. It didn’t end up working out between us back in undergrad, Soobin claiming that while he did like me, he just couldn’t devote enough time to a relationship. He was a part of many biology related clubs and even president of one. He also had a job on top of all that. Honestly, that was understandable and I quickly moved past those feelings. However, for Soobin I could definitely tell those feelings never went away. Maybe it’s a good thing Soobin studied biology; he couldn’t analyze situations like I could. Let’s face it, Chan was being extra good and not annoying today. That’s really suspicious, and frankly, I don’t know how to react to his good behavior. Admittedly, yes, I was flustered by our interactions throughout today. But he’s just a fuck boy frat bro. He’s always going to be flirting around, probably in hopes of getting laid. I don’t want to be just another one of those girls he fucks for the sake of it. I thought he knew that by now that I’m not into hookup culture. When Beomgyu and Soobin appeared, it was a perfect opportunity to test out my hypothesis: if Bang Chan wasn’t attracted to me like that, then he’d have no problem seeing me dance with another guy. I also just wanted to dance really badly.

Also, “Rodeo” by Lah Pat and Flo Milli? The song used in every fuck boy thirst trap and slutty TikTok edits? How could I pass the opportunity to not make Chan jealous with such an explicit song about fucking?

“I wanna feel your body on top of mine!” I sang, eyeing Soobin while swaying my hips as some girls hyped me up on the dance floor.

“Go Y/N!” cheered Beomgyu as he pulled out some smooth moves.

It seemed like Soobin was getting out of his shell as he suddenly busted out some killer dance moves, slowly closing the distance between us. “Like a rodeo babe!” he winked. I forgot how fun it was to dance, especially with such a supportive crowd. I wonder if someone was watching. I could practically feel Soobin’s warmth behind me as we danced when I locked eyes with Chan who was heading toward the drinks. I could tell he was fuming as his gaze bore into mine.

“I wanna feel your body on top of mine!” I sang again, trying to be as seductive as possible in the way I moved, never breaking eye contact with Chan. I don’t know where this surge of confidence came from, but god I felt powerful. Maybe this is how Chan usually feels.

Chan blinked back, seemingly flustered and even angry as he looked away and got another drink. He walked out of the front door dejectedly. I laughed as Beomgyu shot me a confused glance but I just waved him off as he continued dancing. As I was dancing with Soobin though, I began to feel guilty. Why the hell did I feel bad for Chan? He didn’t own me, in fact, he always went out of his way to make me angry and annoyed. Okay, he never went this far but still. And I practically just used Soobin to make Chan jealous knowing that Soobin still probably had feelings for me. I’ve always chided Chan for being a fuck boy, but here I was playing with his feelings and even bringing another guy into this mess by using him. Maybe I’m the fuck boy.

The next song began to play, and I knew I needed to make things right before they got worse.

“Hey, Soobin?” I asked over the blaring music as I gestured for him to follow me away from the dance floor.

“Yes, Y/N?” replied Soobin as he leaned down to my height so he could hear me.

“Thank you for the dance, but sorry. I didn’t mean to get all up on you. I don’t want to lead you on, because I’ve moved on since undergrad. I should’ve considered your feelings before I did that, I’m sorry,” I rambled my apology, not really knowing what to say and hoping the damage wasn’t already done.

“Oh,” paused Soobin as he looked down, “It’s okay, I just… I just wish I hadn’t been a coward and made excuses back then.”

“What are you talking about Soobin?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, you clearly moved on. I always see you with Chan especially since you started grad school. Even at this party, you were with him when I walked in. Beomgyu just tried to convince me to take a chance and try to get you back, but I can see I missed my chance,” smiled Soobin wistfully. “I could tell you were trying to make Chan jealous when you danced with me.”

Well, maybe I was wrong. Soobin read my plan like a book. Why wasn’t he in the English program?

“Was I that obvious,” I muttered, looking away from Soobin as he chuckled.

“I knew it was too good to be true when you were moving like that. Like you had a point to prove,” chuckled Soobin.

“Ugh, I’m sorry Soobin,” I apologized once again.

“It’s okay, I know you’re an asshole now,” he laughed dryly before gesturing to the door, “Now go get Chan. I’ll be okay. I’ve gotta take care of Beomgyu.”

I glanced at the dance floor and Beomgyu was clearly very drunk and happily dancing. Soobin gave me a reassuring smile.

“Thanks Soob. Take care,” I smiled back before making my way out of the frat house through the door Chan left from.

Chan’s POV:

I shivered as the cool autumn breeze hit me, the hand holding my drink becoming disproportionately colder than the rest of my body as a result of the sudden temperature change. God, why did Y/N dancing with another guy bother me so much? Everything was going perfectly until Soobin showed up. I know she’s not technically mine but why does the thought of her being with someone who isn’t me hurt so much? I get so angry when things don’t go my way. What should I do!? I blinked back a few tears as I paced along the sidewalk near the building. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and saw the concerned texts from some of the guys in our group chat.

Felix: hey Chan, are you okay? I’m here if you need anything

Jeongin: what happened to Chan?

Hyunjin: his genius plan isn’t working *insert video of Y/N and Soobin on the dance floor*

Minho: oh my god that bitch

Jisung: okay maybe I was right to ghost her!

Seungmin: yeahhh it was pitiful

Changbin: damn I’m sorry bro

I sighed, not bothering to reply. I just needed some space to process the fact that Y/N is probably going to leave the party with another guy. Someone who isn’t me. Maybe I shouldn’t have messed with her as much as I did. I’m sure it must have gotten old pretty quickly. I should’ve just been honest with her from the beginning. But no, I just had to maintain my frat boy image. I don’t know why, or how, I could be this stupid. I just fucked up my chances of being with the prettiest, funniest, and smartest girl I know. Just as I reached to wipe my tears, I heard a familiar voice.

“Chan!”

I turned around and was faced with none other than Y/N. Concern and regret painted her features as she gazed into my teary eyes.

“Chan,” she spoke softly, inching closer to me. “I’m sorry. I was an asshole. I shouldn’t have left you like that just to make you jealous on purpose. I’m really sorry.”

I quickly blinked back any tears that remained and wiped the rest off my face. “Y/N, you came to find me?”

Y/N blinked a few times before replying, “Of course. I wanted to mess with you but I could tell that you were hurt. I couldn’t just leave you alone.”

I swallowed before speaking, gently taking ahold of her hand. “Y/N, I need to come clean. I like, no, I love you. I have loved you for a long time. Since like, freshman year. I only pretended to hate you just to mess with you. I don’t know why, I’m so stupid, I just, I thought that was just how a frat guy should act. Clearly not, I just annoyed you and I don’t blame you if you don’t return my feelings. I’ve been an asshole to you for a long time, and I’m sorry,” I rambled, feeling her grip on my hand tighten as I felt myself begin to shake.

“Chan…” muttered Y/N as she looked into my eyes. God, I’m so embarrassed.

Y/N’s POV:

I just felt so guilty, and I’m glad I apologized. It’s the least I could do. I know Chan loves to mess with me but he has never gone out of his way to hurt me like I just did to him. However, he really did just drop a bomb out of nowhere. Chan loves me?

“Chan,” I said, squeezing his hand once again to get him to look at me. It works. “I honestly didn’t realize you felt that way. Wow,”

“Listen, I don’t want to pressure you at all to say yes. I just think you deserve to know how I truly feel,” admitted Chan.

“No, it’s not that. I just think that you helped me describe what I’ve been feeling,” I admitted. “I always thought I hated you, but I’ve always been drawn to you. It’s not the same if you’re away. And I’m actually kind of glad you didn’t go away for grad school because you’re such a constant in my life. Like, I couldn’t imagine not going to school with you.”

Chan began to laugh. “What’s so funny?” I asked, bracing myself for Chan to probably admit this was a whole prank or something.

“It’s just, I only chose to go to grad school in the first place because you were doing it. And you just so happened to be staying here so I followed you,” laughed Chan, squeezing my hand gingerly.

My eyes widened, “Well this is news to me!”

“When I told the guys this, they insisted I asked you out. So we made this whole elaborate plan to get you to this party but the plan didn’t really go as planned,” confessed Chan.

“Oh Chan,” I laughed, “Did you guys think you could really fool me?”

“Yeah. So did Rosé,” smirked Chan.

“She what?” I asked, shocked that Rosé was plotting with Chan.

“She’s gonna kill me for telling you but yes, I asked her to bring you here.”

“Oh my god, that’s why her text about the party conveniently came during peer review!” everything began to click as Chan smiled. “I mean, that explains everyone staring at us this whole night.”

“There’s the smart Y/N I know,” laughed Chan, staring at me with adoration which made me flustered.

“I should’ve known,” I laughed dryly, “But Chan, seriously, I did have a great time with you tonight. And I don’t want that to end so, yes, I’ll be your girlfriend I guess.”

“You what!?” Chan’s jaw dropped as his eyes brightened.

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” I rolled my eyes as I pulled him into a kiss. His plush lips I used to despise returned the kiss as he fought back a smile, putting his hands on my waist to draw me closer. We pulled back from one another because we couldn’t stop smiling.

“God, Y/N. You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do that,” mused Chan as a genuine smile graced his features as he put an arm around my waist.

“Yeah it took you long enough,” I rolled my eyes playfully and leaned into his embrace. “Now do you wanna go back inside to party?”

“I’m happy wherever you are, Y/N.”

Chan’s POV

YESSSS I DID IT!!! Y/N IS MINE NOW! Oh my god, oh my god. All it took was for me to word-vomit everything I had felt about her with a pinch of jealousy to make her my girlfriend. I don’t even remember the initial plan because this outcome is so much better. I smiled at the girl in my arms, the one I spent years annoying because I couldn’t communicate my feelings. This is what bliss is.

Suddenly, my phone began to vibrate like crazy once again.

“Hold on, I think the guys are texting me,” I tell Y/N as I bring out my phone. I gasp as my eyes widen.

Felix: So uh, I went outside to find Chan and this is what I saw 😳 *insert pic of Chan and Y/N kissing*

Hyunjin: omg how the turns have tabled

Jisung: WHAT!! The switch up is crazyyyyy

Jeongin: oh god my eyesssss (nice job Chan)

Seungmin: phew Chan is okay lol

A message was deleted by Minho

Minho: Aw finally! (I didn’t call Y/N a bitch earlier nooo)

Changbin: CHAN’S GETTING IT AYYY

“What’s wrong Chan?” asked Y/N as she fished out her phone which was also buzzing with notifications.

“Just check your phone,” I muttered in disbelief, but I couldn’t help but hold back a smile.

Y/N’s POV

I took Chan’s advice and checked my phone. Maybe something had happened at the party while we were gone? Instead, I found like a hundred notifications from Rosé.

Rosé: AHFEWFEJ WHAT JUST HAPPENED

Rosé: I know you liked Soobin at one point but like

Rosé: omg Chan is actually sad

Rosé: check your phoneee even Jaehyun agrees

Rosé: wait omg

Rosé: *insert pic of Chan and Y/N kissing*

Rosé: care to explain? 🤭

“Oh my god Rosé!” I yelled.

Chan POV:

“Actually it was Felix who took that pic,” I laughed at her flustered state. Honestly, I love that the picture exists. My first kiss with Y/N. How precious!

“Wanna go kill them?” asked Y/N, rolling up her sleeves. God she’s so hot when she’s mad, even hotter when she’s mad at other people.

“Gladly, but first, you never answered my question,” I began, smirking at her once again.

“What question?” She replied, tilting her head in confusion.

“Can you prove to me that your ass is actually bigger than mine?” I asked, cocking an eyebrow as I eyed her behind and began to laugh at her further flustered state. She paused before suddenly moving closer to me.

“After I get finished with them,” she muttered, gesturing to our friends in the frat house, “Is when I’ll get started with this.” I yelped from the sudden smack on my butt as Y/N eyed me dangerously, smirking.

“Oh I can’t wait!”

Epilogue:

Y/N’s POV

Even though I hadn’t had a sip of alcohol, I still woke up hungover the next morning in my bed. I groaned at the slew of notifications that had woken me up from my slumber. I can’t believe that I woke up as the girlfriend of Bang Chan, the frat guy who had a notorious reputation for also being a fuck boy. I blinked a few times as I opened Instagram only to find the picture of me kissing Bang Chan to be the first post I saw.

@gnabnahc last night was crazyyy 🥶💯😳

Comments:

@yong.lixx: photo creds? 📸 jk so happy for you man

@i.2.n.8: mommy & daddy 😳

@miniverse.__: lookin gr8 bro

@jutdwae: Ayyyy bro is hard launching rn!

@hynjinnnn: now this is art

@minho_knows: you’re welcome

@han_jisung: yeah she’s much better with you 🤭

@roses_are_rosie: so the plan worked! 😁

@page.soobin: congrats 🥲

⎿ @bamgyuuuu: it’s ok u tried bro 😤

Ok this was my first ever attempt at writing a stray kids fic! I hope you enjoyed! I had a lot of fun writing this! I know Chan would never be a fuck boy irl but as you can see it would be fun to imagine what that might look like!

#stray kids x reader #bang chan x reader #bang chan x you #bang chan x y/n #stray kids x y/n #stray kids x you #bang chan x female reader #stray kids college au #skz x reader #skz x y/n #bang chan #chan x reader

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Solstice Tree Farm

(Christmas Tree Farm)

Azriel x Reader

A Taylor Swift inspired ACOTAR fic

This can be read as stand alone but is a follow up taking place on the solstice before the epilogue of this one shot: Part 1: Ivy (Covered in You)

warnings: sexual content, suggestive language, language, alcohol

Az held my hand tightly, warming the chill of my freezing hands. “Holidays can be hard. Five hundred years later and I still get hit with pangs of sadness when memories of my childhood creep their way to the forefront of my thoughts.”

“Yeah,” I frowned. “That makes sense. Trauma never really disappears, we just learn to cope with it.”

He nodded, giving me a soft smile that didn’t quite meet his eyes. “I’ll always be here to help you through the hard times, Y/N. Whether you need a listening ear, space, or words of understanding.”

My eyes lined with silver as I leaned my head gently against his shoulder “I love you, Az.”

He brushed a kiss to my forehead, his plush lips warming me from the inside out. “And I love you. Always.”

My steps halted as I spotted a new wine bar lit up with the sound of its patrons friendly laughter rolling out the front doors. “Oh, I need to get Mor a bottle of wine and I hear they have a perfectly spiced mulled wine here that is imported from Winter.”

Az put his hand on the small of my back, guiding me toward the door. I browsed the selections, snagging the wine Mor had raved about. We had started an annual tradition of wrapping gifts together while each downing a bottle of wine. It was no surprise that the more gifts we wrapped, the sloppier our wrapping jobs became. The special tradition between my friend and I both filled Az’s heart with warmth and…. made his eye twitch just a little bit. Ever the perfectionist, my mate. His wrappings were always the neatest of the inner circle.

As we browsed the aisles of the wine bar’s shopping section, something caught my eye. A Chardonnay imported from Vallahan - the same wine that was shared between my former husband and I at our wedding.

Nausea roiled in my stomach, the room suddenly feeling too hot. “Az, I… I need to get out of here.” His brows furrowed with concern but he asked no questions as he quickly stepped with me out of the store.

My heart raced. I loathed my husband, his death at my hands was deserved, and I did not miss my life in Vallahan at all. However, there was still blood coating my hands and I was not a violent person.

Az looked to me and I knew that his shadows, my favorite one in particular, noticed the wine too. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked gently.

“No, I just needed air. I can find mulled wine for Mor elsewhere I’m sure.”

Az offered to go back into the store to get it but I gripped his hand tightly, needing his presence to keep me grounded.

Digging through my mind for any other topic, I asked, “Have you ever seen the bears from the Winter Court?”

Az smiled as we resumed our walking, “I have several times over the centuries. They were also a valuable resource during the war with Hybern.”

I thought for a moment. “I’d like to see them some day.”

We walked for another fifteen or so minutes before I finally asked to return home, fatigue overtaking me. Az swooped me up in his arms and flew me back to the townhouse. We’d occupied it as our personal residence for years now, thanks to Rhysand and Feyre’s generosity.

We could have purchased another house in the city but this one held so many memories to Az, memories of our family, staying there made me feel like I had been a part of their lives for much longer.

~~~~~~~

The next morning, I slept in longer than normal. Azriel had to leave early for a meeting with Cass and Rhys. He left a note stating he’d be home with pastries from our favorite bakery in a few hours.

He’d been so busy recently with work. I had been busy too. I’d taken to assisting Feyre and Ressina at the studio. The children warmed my heart and while I was not good with painting, I loved working with my hands. Each year at solstice, I’d taken to offering crafting classes for the littles to make gifts. It filled my heart with even more joy than I thought possible.

I stretched, as I awoke from bed. My body aching from whatever odd position I seemed to fall asleep in last night. Az and I had every intention of “heating things up” after we’d shopped but I fell asleep while he rubbed my back. He must have sensed that I needed the rest - the reprieve from the depths of my mind - as he let me be.

While I definitely appreciated his thoughtfulness, part of me wished he would have woken me. Tiredness aside, I was hungry for his touch, every nerve in my body screaming out for him. Just thinking about it made my breasts heavy and aching to feel him on me, my thighs squeezing tightly together to relieve the ache if only slightly

I thought about taking the time to scratch that particular itch myself but I had to get ready for my afternoon class.

~~~~~~~

The class went well. Feyre had stopped by to see the children and do some painting in her office. She’d squeezed me tightly, placing a kiss on each cheek in greeting. Gratitude filled me for how accepting she’d been of me when I first came to Velaris from Vallahan. The whole family instantly made me feel welcome, we’d grown so close over the past 10 years.

After the class, Feyre and I decided to visit a nearby tea parlor - chatting about everything from art and politics to Nyx and holiday plans. I laughed as she shared a story of Rhys sneaking off with Nyx to “attend court business” with Kallias and Viviane - but instead it was just to have the pair and their children train Rhys and Nyx on the latest snowball fighting techniques. Anything to gain a competitive edge for their own annual fight at the cabin.

After a while, Feyre reached across the table to squeeze my hand. Her blue-gray eyes meeting mine as she asked if I was doing okay. Daemati abilities aside, she was naturally very perceptive of emotions. I finally confessed to her that I hadn’t been in the holiday spirit this year when normally it was my favorite time of the year. She’d offered comfort in return and shared her own stories of times that she had struggled during the season as well, adding that Rhys had especially struggled after returning from under the mountain

It was reassuring to hear that my family understood the underlaying feelings of melancholy that could rise to the surface during such a joyous season.

When I arrived back to the townhouse, I was greeted with a box of pastries and a note from Az apologizing that we’d missed eachother.

I definitely needed the visit with Feyre but felt a bit guilty for missing him. In true Azriel fashion, there was an arrow pointing to the back of the note:

“Don’t you dare feel guilty for not being home. I’m glad that you and Feyre spent time together.”

Momentarily confused by how he knew where I’d been, the glazed look Feyre had gotten at one point during our tea time came back to me. Gods, daemati powers would be convenient.

~~~~~~~

Azriel didn’t return home until late that night. I’d dozed off while reading on the couch, waking up to him carrying me back to our bed. I gave him a sleepy smile and informed him there was food from our favorite take away spot in the kitchen.

The strong hold of his muscled body pressing into me reignited the fire that had burned inside of me that morning. Clearly scenting my arousal he gave a feline grin. “I’m hungry for something else.”

Our joining that night was hard and fast. I came quickly which only fueled his male pride, by the time he was through with me I was completely and utterly satiated. I all but fell asleep on my mate before he lifted me off of him, curling into me. I awoke briefly in the night to find his wings encompassing us - the warmth and darkness quickly soothing me back to sleep.

~~~~~~~

Once again I woke to an empty bed. I couldn’t help the frown that formed at his departure. We always had an understanding of the unexpected absences that occurred with his work. Selfishly, I had just hoped to spend the morning in bed with him.

I leaned to my side of the bed to find a note reading,

“Don’t hate me for taking off so early. You just looked too beautiful, I couldn’t bring myself to wake a sleeping angel.

Rhys needed Cassian and I at the Hewn City, I promise I’ll be home soon.

I love you.”

I was loved and I was grateful. To go from a loveless marriage to a mated pairing so full of love that the only hint of sadness came from the absence of his presence. And then, even in his absence, he still made his love known. The thought made my stomach flutter.

The fluttering quickly went away as nausea rolled in. I’d forgotten to eat the take away food I brought home last night, falling asleep full of Az instead. I hadn’t eaten since scarfing down a pastry when I returned home from tea with Feyre.

I ran to the bathroom, dry heaved, and then made my way to the kitchen - instantly feeling better after reheating the leftovers from last night.

I took a bath and got ready for my afternoon class when I heard the door open, shadows greeting me before I even heard Azriel approach. He gave me a mischevious look, eyes gleaming.

He was up to something.

I smirked. “That look means trouble. What did you do?”

He just smiled, taking my hand and nodding his head toward our bedroom. “Come here.”

We entered the room and he snapped his fingers. Shadows taking it as a cue, they began swirling into a funnel of darkness. They cleared and two suitcases appeared in their absence. Mine had a gorgeous knee-length cobalt blue wool coat hanging next to it along with a matching scarf and hat, and lined leather gloves.

I looked to Az, filled with excitement and confusion. “The coat and accessories are absolutely gorgeous, and in your color! I couldn’t love them more. Thank you.” I nodded toward the suitcases, “What about those though?”

“We’re going on a trip.” He smiled. “I talked to Feyre and she’ll cover your classes while we’re gone.”

“You packed my bags?” I asked.

“I’m your mate. I know what you like.” A playful look of arrogance masking his face.

“Alright, Spymaster, I’m at your disposal.”

Before I could follow up with questions the luggage disappeared and Azriel took my hand launching us into a winnow.

~~~~~~~

My jaw dropped. Before me in a snow covered clearing surrounded by large mountains and spruce trees of all sizes was a barn transitioned into a home. It was absolutely stunning with twinkling fae lights outside, a warm glow shining from within. The house was decked with spruce and evergreen branches, boughs of holly, each window and door donning wreaths.

“Az? Is this where we are staying?” I marveled.

“Welcome to the Winter Court, my love. Kallias and Viviane are letting us use their evergreen farm as a getaway.” His smile shone brighter than any of the twinkling fae lights. He gestured toward the door, “Come, take a look around.”

Once again, my jaw fell as I took in the inside of the barn turned lodge. A fire warmed the room from the massive stone fireplace, illuminating the reclaimed wood accents filling the place. Huge fur rugs blanketed the floor of the open loft. In a corner of the space, situated in front a wall of windows was a spruce tree that had to be twenty feet tall, decked with ornate trimmings.

“This is……. It’s incredible, Az. I don’t know what to say.” I leaned into him, sending waves of adoration and gratitude down our bond, to which he sent back a surge of love.

Taking my hand, he walked me to the plush sectional couch in front of the fire where warm mugs of cocoa, mints, and a tray of various Winter Court delicacies for grazing awaited.

“I’m sorry…” he sat, pulling me down into his lap before continuing, “for leaving this morning. I know the past few weeks have been difficult for you and after our excursion into the city the other day,” he cut off, eyes filling with empathy. “Well, I thought maybe we could use a pre-solstice getaway. I came here to prepare everything for us beforehand. There’s no better place to get into the holiday spirit than the Winter Court.”

My eyes teared up as emotions flooded me. Gods, I am such a sap. But this male, he never failed to amaze me. His love and devotion to me was euphoric. Nothing in the world could match the high of being with him.

“I love you, Az,” I choked up. “Thank you. This is incredible.”

He wiped a lone tear that fell onto my face and replaced it with a kiss.

The single kiss relit that flame smoldering inside me as I straddled his lap, pressing my mouth to his, tongues and teeth crashing into eachother. In between breaths he managed to get out “Do.” kiss. “You.” Deeper kiss. “Want to” a kiss to the column of his neck. “Go out t-.” a nip to the neck and a heated kiss to take away the pain. “Fuck it.” he ground out before ripping my top off and pinning me underneath him. I snapped my fingers and the rest of our clothes disappeared completely.

~~~~~~~

One hour? Two hours? Three, maybe? blissful hours later, he carried me to the bathroom where a hot bath awaited us. My body ached for it. Az stepped in, setting us both down and situating me between his legs. He rubbed my tense shoulders, a particularly deep knead making my eyes roll back into my head and an involuntary moan escape my lips. “Fuck,” he cursed. “That moan.” He repeated the motion on the opposite shoulder, garnering the same involuntary response. “So. pretty.” He said, voice low, dripping with lust.

Those words alone caused me to rest my head back on his chest, looking up into his eyes. His renewed arousal incredibly evident against my back. He firmly placed a calloused hand on my neck, leaning down to kiss me. Hard. Before I could turn around, he gripped my hips. Strong arms lifted me up before sinking me down onto him, inch by torturous inch bringing the sweetest pleasure back to my body.

~~~~~~~

After a long bath that may or may not have needed to be reheated not once but twice, and sliding into the most comfortable bathing robe to ever grace my skin, we padded to the bedroom.

This room was the type of room that one could enter and be totally content never leaving. A massive four poster bed situated on top of a fluffy white rug called to me. Its blankets and pillows could swallow myself, my large Illyrian mate, and his massive wings. A fire warmed the space and the floor to ceiling window overlooked a hillside at the edge of the clearing, city lights burned brightly down below as coin sized snowflakes fell lazily from the sky.

Candles were lit around the room and fae lights softly illuminated the space. A knock from the outside door interrupted my moment of awe. Az pointed toward a box on the bed, stating he would be right back.

Not sure who could possibly visiting us, I padded over to the bed and opened the gift wrapped box. Inside lay a silken robe and matching sheer night gown. My heart fluttered as once again, the gown was dyed a gorgeous cobalt blue. I dropped the heavy robe I was wearing to dress myself in the see-through gown barely reaching below my ass, the new robe, and matching thong. I sighed at the luxurious feeling of silk lightly caressing my more intimate areas.

“Gods.” Az spoke lowly from the door behind me. “You’ve always been devastating in my color, but this…. I’m starting to think that this is YOUR color. You’re an absolute goddess.”

I turned as he carried in a tray of steaming food. “I had this delivered from the city’s Solstice Market.”

My stomach rumbled at the sight of the stuffed bread, potato pancakes, and sausages on the platter before me.

“Oooh, Az, this is incredible! You’ve really thought of everything.” I looked at him intently. “Thank you, my love, truly.”

He smiled and placed the tray on a table for two set up in the room. I grinned as the smells of the food wafted toward me, “let me run to the kitchen and see if there’s a wine cabinet!”

“Sorry darling, it seems that is the one thing that I didn’t think of. But we do have hot apple cider.” He motioned to a kettle on the large tray that I’d somehow overlooked.

“That’s perfect!” I reached to the kettle and poured a mug of it. The absolutely divine smell of it filling my nose.

~~~~~~~

I awoke the next morning in Azriel’s arms. His wings cocooning us protectively. I turned around to face him, peppering kisses to his lips, nose, and cheeks.

His eyes slowly fluttered open and my heart nearly stopped at the sight of his gold-flecked hazel eyes and long, dark eyelashes. Nearly ten years in and the full effect of him never failed to awe me.

After dinner the previous night, we had cuddled on the bed as his fingers lifted up the hem of my nightgown. He traced lazy circles and lines up and down my waist, the dips of my hips, my abdomen, he spent extra time and attention on my breasts: tracing, tweaking, and gently pulling my nipples, as if he’d never touched them before. I, of course, encouraged the behavior by arching back into him and letting out an occasional soft moan.

At one point, he just stopped all motion, staring deeply into my eyes. Wonder and adoration shone as he stared, as if he too had never lost his awe toward me. We had eachother three more times during the night. Something about the intimate getaway felt like accepting the bond all over again.

I snapped from my thoughts as Az playfully nipped at my ear, retracting his wings from around us.

I looked toward the outside, snow capped mountains gleaming under the sunlight. “What’s on your agenda for us today?”

“That is a secret for me to know, and you to find out later.”

Running a single finger down the length of his chest, torso, lower - I cooed. “I hear that I can be quite convincing, Spymaster.”

His only response, a smack to my ass, “Come on, greedy. That would spoil the fun.”

Begrudgingly I got out of the bed, the warm rug beneath feeling like heaven on my feet.

~~~~~~~

After a delightful breakfast at a cafe in the city, Azriel led me toward a massive building on the outskirts of it, on the opposite side of the palace grounds. Several males posted themselves outside of the structure - one of which recognized Az immediately.

“Azriel, it’s good to see you.” The burly white haired man boomed. “Is this your lovely mate that I’ve heard so much about? I heard that your High Lord and High Lady are quite smitten with her.”

Az greeted the male politely, “Hello Klaus, yes, this would indeed be the exquisite Y/N.”

I smiled as the male shook my hand. “A pleasure to meet you Y/N. Did Azriel tell you what you’re here for today?”

I rolled my eyes tossing a mock glare at Azriel. “No, this Spymaster seems to be quite full of secrets.”

The male laughed, a loud jovial sound. “Let’s not waste time then! Come and see my pride and joy.”

I stepped into the building and my eyes filled with wonder. What was already a massive building outside was truly enormous inside, clearly some kind of glamour hid the true size from onlookers. What really caught my eye, however, were the acres upon acres of training, feeding, and sleeping quarters, along with the armory - none of it on the ground level designed to house or clothe fae, but for animals. Throughout the building were soldiers and animals training side my side, working in unison. White foxes, antlered deer, and there…. Toward the back of the building, my heart skipped a beat, giant white bears! Some wearing armor, some lazily lounging along indoor pools, trainers even brushed the creatures to which they seemed to enjoy the feeling of bristles running through their thick fur.

Klaus spent hours walking us through the grounds of the facility. I teared up when given the opportunity to brush one of the bears. I felt like a child next to such a large creature. I was aware of the danger they posed, but how could anyone resist the opportunity to spend time with a creature with cute little ears like that. They couldn’t be THAT much of a threat to me…. so long as I wasn’t an enemy. The bear seemed to agree as it tilted its head toward me in a pleading manner, as if to say: “Ah yes, right there. Scratch behind my ear just there. That’s the spot.”

It turned out that Klaus was the head of the Winter Court’s animal forces. A highly revered position in their armies, essentially a step below Cassian’s rank in the Night Court. When we were leaving, Klaus told me to come back anytime, kissing my hand in parting. Azriel instinctively sidled himself closer to me, if Klaus noticed, he didn’t show it.

Fae mates. So territorial.

~~~~~~~

After our tour of the training facility, Azriel took us on a reindeer drawn sleigh ride through the remainder of castle grounds. We cozied up together under a blanket, sipping hot cocoa and taking in the beauty of the court.

It turned out that Mor pulled strings with Viviane as such tours were a rare privilege. I teared up yet again, thinking of the effort my mate and best friend put into making this Winter Solstice so special.

I was sure to thank Azriel thoroughly that night. Five times to be exact.

~~~~~~~

The next morning came too quickly, Azriel and I refusing to leave the bed until our stomachs grumbled in unison.

We headed to the Solstice Market for the remainder of our gift shopping. I found a gorgeous bracelet for Amren, the gems mined from a frozen over cave in the heart of the Winter Court. For Feyre, I purchased paints with unique pigments inspired by the terrain of the court. I continued checking names off of my gift list, until all that was left was Mor.

It may have been strange, but what were boundaries between two best friends - I was able to acquire a similar set of lingerie to the one Azriel had purchased for me in a shade of red that would perfectly compliment her features. Azriel rolled his eyes at me in amusement.

I’d also found a particularly smutty sapphic novel for her thanks to the recommendation of a friendly shopkeeper - I picked up a copy for myself too.

Azriel and I then strolled to the wine vendors - this was where the trip took quite a turn.

I bought several bottles of the mulled wine Mor adored along with boxes of decadent chocolates. The vendor was kind, and rather chatty. We talked for twenty minutes or so and were about to leave when he offered us complimentary glass mugs of the spiced wine to warm us on our walk back toward the lodge. Az quickly declined…. For both of us. I playfully huffed stating that I had no objections to such a kind offer. Azriel’s expression grew concerned as he once again waved off the offer.

The male working at the stand watched as I stood disregarding Az’s strange objection. I kept my hand held out waving Azriel off with the other. The vendor clearly knew better than to deny a lady who was clear about what she wanted and handed over the glass.

Azriel then growled. GROWLED.

I turned around to walk away, Az on my tail. I lifted the glass to take a sip when one of his shadows, not just any shadow, my FAVORITE one - restrained my wrist.

Little traitor.

“What the hell, Az!?” I asked. Quietly enough to not cause a scene but loudly enough to convey my frustration toward him. He paused for a moment - a rare show of conflict troubled his face. “We…. We need to talk.” he said and winnowed us straight back to the lodge.

~~~~~~~

Upon arrival, I stormed into the lodge. “Do you think I have a drinking problem or something? What is it, Az? It’s so unlike you to act like this. First the territorial bullshit when Klaus kissed my hand, now taking away my choice in what I want to drink?” My traitorous body let tears slip.

Az said nothing. He stared at me for a moment, before walking up to me and grasping me into his arms, his warm embrace enveloping me. I wanted to pull away but couldn’t. His scent and warmth were intoxicating, placating me.

He kissed the top of my head, his arms still embracing behind me and moving upward, brushing his fingers through my hair before pulling back. His arms released as he took my face in his hands, hazel eyes filled with an emotion I’d never seen before.

“Baby.” He got out. Voice cracking.

“Yes? What?”

“Baby.” His eyes rimmed with tears.

“What Az? What is it? Just tell me.”

His face cracked into a smile full of wonder, the tears spilling. “You’re pregnant.”

Oh?

Oh!

“Ohhhhhh.” I managed to get out. Everything clicking into place. The emotions, the random bouts of nausea, fatigue, the mild aches in my body…the constant need to have Azriel buried inside of me.

“Gods.” I muttered next. “This explains so much! How did you figure it out? WHEN did you figure it out?”

Azriel maintained his composure, resting a hand on each of my arms while running his thumbs soothingly up and down them. “I think my body knew first. I was waking up with my wings around you protectively - normally that only happens intentionally but this time it was involuntary. And then, you started showing signs similar to those when you’re approaching your cycle but… it’s been less than two months since the last one. I couldn’t sense the shift in your scent yet but something deep within me kept telling me to observe.”

Running a hand through his hair, he continued: “Then we came here and it felt like the mating bond snapped into place all over again. The night that we were laying in bed and I was tracing my fingers along your body… your curves felt just slightly more enticing - I don’t… I don’t know how to explain it, but when I ran my fingers to your breasts they were so full, so heavy. Initially I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in trying to stave off my arousal, to allow you to rest but then it hit me. The softest hint of rose. The same scent Rhys described when Feyre…”

I cut him off. “The look, the one you gave me of wonder and awe - that’s when it hit you, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” Az replied. “Are you upset?”

“Upset? No! Never! Azriel,” I choked out. “This life with you is the most incredible gift. Having you as my mate, our chosen family, and now this life growing inside of me - this beautiful life created of the love you’ve so wholeheartedly given me. It’s so much more than I could have ever dreamed of.”

Words evaded Azriel as he embraced me, sobs wracking his body- pure joy and unconditional love flooded from him through me. As his sobs settled he pulled back to look at me, eyes filled with promise. “I swear to love and protect the two of you until the end of time. My heart was already wholly yours but now, somehow it’s been filled so much more than I knew possible. Our child will know only love from us. A beacon of hope shining from the darkness of our own childhoods.”

I looked up to him, reciprocating the feelings of joy and love through our bond.

“I love you.” I vowed.

“Oh baby” he kissed my lips.

“Oh baby” he knelt down to kiss my still flat abdomen.

“Happy Solstice. I love you.”

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mimi congrats on 500, i’m so happy for you! 🤍🧸✨🫶🏼 i never send anything for these kinds of things but i need to do it now because i trust you 👀 so okay. . . can i request 2 ships please? and ofc i wouldn’t mind a little nsfw. i’m an aspiring actress, my favorite food is pasta and always will be. i’m a little introverted and shy but once i’m comfortable around people i’m able to get out of my bubble. i’m a perfectionist and don’t like not having control over my life. i have a hard time expressing my feelings :( and may come across as a cold person but i am extremely sentimental, i just wanna be held and loved. i like going out as much as i like staying in watching a movie or doing anything, really.

congrats again baby, love youuuu. <333

ahhh gwen! I'm so honoured that you trust me to write this request hehe I hope you enjoy it - this was literally so fun 🤭 happy reading! love mimi 🤍

MAX VERSTAPPEN ᝰ.ᐟ₊ ⊹ (everyone pretends to be shocked) - calls you schatje or lekker ding (when he's being silly) - loves loves LOVES feeling your hand in his!! it keeps him grounded - his love language is physical touch - he loves surprising you with flowers and buying you flowers. doesn't even need to be for anything, he just loves showing you how he feels through the language of flowers (omg fic idea?)

max relates hard to feeling like a perfectionist and while he also wants you to be the best version of yourself, he doesn't allow you to be hard on yourself. if he sees you getting too into your head, he's quick to hold your face and make you look at him. he'll remind you that he loves you and that he's proud of you. the way he looks at you makes you feel like you could make a million mistakes in the next few minutes and you'd still be okay - because you have him by your side. both you and max are often called the ice couple. no one means anything by it! they just think it's kind of funny how you're so short with others (especially if you're upset or stressed) but then you look at each other and it's like you do a 180. max won't ever admit this but it actually turns him into such a melt knowing that he's the only one who can turn you that mushy.

max loves taking you with him on race weekends and he will never not get butterflies seeing you there waiting for him in the garage with his name and number on your shirt, but nothing makes him get butterflies more than you sleepily curled up on his chest at home. he's a sucker for at-home dinner date nights and he loves cooking with you in the kitchen, it's fine if it gets super messed up because then he's telling you to get dressed and he's taking you out for dinner at one of the nicest restaurants in monaco where you know there's no way that he would have gotten in if he wasn't the max verstappen.

he loves that you have your dream of being an actress and he does as much as he can to support you in that, even if he's on the other side of the world. helping you look for workshops and audition opportunities, introducing you to your favourite actresses and inspirations when they're at the f1, helping you learn and run lines. you support him so much in his dream and career, showing up to as many of his races as possible that he can't wait for the day he gets to return the favour and stand on the red carpet as your trophy husband for the night! he's actually really excited by the thought!

max is absolutely addicted to the noises you make for him and only him as he loves to remind you. nothing satisfies him more than seeing your eyes roll back as he murmurs to you, his voice low, "who's making you this messy schat hmm?". he relishes in the way you squeeze around him when he's pushing in for the first time and you love the way he grips your hips as he does his best to control himself, the ache of his fingers digging into your hips a delicious reminder over the next few hours of just who you belong to. max is possessive, highly possessive. there is no way you're not leaving his bed, couch, apartment, car, driver's room, without him leaving a pretty mark in at least one or two places. he never does it where it can be captured by the cameras, instead choosing spots that only the two of you know about or spots that he can gently press when you're in public, the brief sting sending tingles down your spine.

"schatje?" max's voice prompts you to open your eyes from where you'd been dozing on the couch with the cats, "what do you want for dinner tonight?" you crane your neck to look at him as you gently scratch under sassy's chin, giggling at the way you feel her starting to purr against your tummy, "hmmm..." you look at him and bite your lip with a smile, max chuckles and nods, "pasta it is then!" you let out a cheer as max crosses the room and gently lifts your head to create a space to sit. as soon as he's sitting, he's placing your head back in his lap, one hand automatically soothing over your hair, his other hand snaking down to link his fingers with yours. you hum happily and he gazes down at you with so much love and adoration you swear you could cry. he leans down to press a soft kiss your forehead. you're not even aware of your eyes closing and drifting off to sleep but when you next open your eyes, you're cuddled into max, the cats nowhere to be found. it's dark outside and the lamp in the corner is switched on, casting a dim golden glow over the room. "how long was I out?" max stretches before pulling you closer to him, burying his nose into your neck and inhaling your cosy sleepy smell. "a couple of hours..." you sigh contentedly, hands sneaking under his hoodie to gently scratch at his lower back soothingly and he shudders next to you, "fuck... I missed you this weekend schatje." "I missed you to..." "I really don't wanna get up to make dinner," you giggle, "me either..." he sighs as if he's making a life altering decision, "then I guess we're just gonna have to order from your favourite italian restaurant." you give a little excited squeak as he rolls on top of you, softly grabbing one of your calves to wrap your leg around his waist, leaning down to press a kiss to your neck before he whispers in your ear, his voice gravelly, "think I could make you cum before dinner arrives?"

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LANDO NORRIS ᝰ.ᐟ₊ ⊹ - calls you baby or sugar (when he's being annoying) - is addicted to your lips! like he loves kissing them but sometimes he gets so distracted just staring at you talk - his love language is acts of service - lando really isn't a good cook but he'll learn to make your favourite pasta dish just for you! lando is known for being that happy smiley, golden retriever around everyone whether he knows them or not. but you're not and he understands that! whenever you're in a new environment or meeting new people, he's gently linking his fingers with yours and squeezing once, twice, three times just to remind you that he's there if you need him. he'll happily stand slightly in front of you if it makes you feel better but as soon as you've warmed up and you're in your zone he's stepping back with a proud smile (and totally zoning out because your lips look so good when you smile and laugh)

lando is not a chef in any way, but he is determined to learn how to make your favourite dishes just because the way your eyes widen and you smile at him when he presents dinner to you is worth any amount of time or fails or tiny burns he gets in the process! he loves being able to surprise you after a long hard day or at any point! sure the presentation might be lacking and sometimes you have to add a little extra salt when he's not looking, but he does it with so much love and care. even taking the time to set the table up with a candle and some flowers. he'll pull your chair out for you to sit down and serves you as if you were dining at a michelin star restaurant (the only difference is that you pay him in kisses not cash!) he loves when you sit on stream with him and he loves watching you interact with the fans, asking them questions and passing on their questions to him. fans have made many compilation videos of the two of you and the titles and contents never fail to make you giggle watching them when lando's away and you miss him. "lando and his doberman gf" "golden retriver bf x black cat gf" "lando and his gf being the sun and moon for 10 minutes" lando loves how your lips look when they're smiling and laughing but he also loves how they look wrapped around his fingers as he slowly rolls his hips into you while you whine and moan underneath him. he loves the way they look around his cock and sometimes all you have to do is bite or lick your lips before he's clenching his jaw and closing his eyes, desperately trying to stop himself dragging you off to a quiet corner or his room - he usually fails! lando loves sloppy kisses while he fucks you nice and slow and deep, smirking into the kiss as you let out the most lewd whines and whimpers, drooling and cock drunk. he sometimes gets so turned on that he's begging you to sink to your knees under his desk. he's stopped a stream early before now, just because he couldn't wait any longer!

"hey sugar," you roll your eyes with a smile as lando slides onto the bed next to you, "come here often?" "you're ridiculous," you laugh and shove his arm. he wraps his arms around your waist and rolls onto his back, dragging you with him, "lando!" he cuddles into you, firmly tucking you into his side so you can't escape, "I was looking at an audition!" he sighs, "look later..." you wriggle slightly but he's unrelenting, "you're so needy!" you coo at him and you can practically feel his cheeks heat up, "yeah well... been missing you today..." he mumbles and one of your hands comes up to play with his curls absentmindedly, "ohhh yes please," you snort, "your fans are right, you're literally like a puppy..." he pulls away to look at you, "I'd be a good puppy for you," he says with a wink as you scoff and flick his forehead, "don't be such a whore, babe," "can't help it..." he shrugs, "just gotta look at your pretty lips," his face gets closer to yours and you can feel his breath on your lips, "just one look and I need to feel them."

he's murmuring against your lips at this point and your thighs squeeze together with no warning, he fucking giggles and presses a line of soft kisses along your jaw, teasing you. but you're not in the mood, "lando?" your voice is hushed as you look up at his pretty eyes, watching the way the lust and love he has for you swirl in them, "yes baby?" "kiss me." you don't need to ask him twice, he'll gladly kiss you anytime.

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josibunn · 2 months

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we need to talk about dilf jack !! the way that man aged like fine wine , in his early 40s and has a single streak of grey hair but it blends effortlessly with his dark strands. he hasn’t married yet and has no kids , but is extremely loaded due to him being a ceo of a company he worked hard on from the bottom up. a hard-working man , a man who demands respect.

i just know he’s one of the best brat tamers. so of course being spoiled rotten by mr thurlow , you tend to have a fit of brattiness that he cannot stand. whining over an anklet that had broke while he’s in an extremely important business call was starting to irk him , and he gave you multiple warnings to quit it. that stare he gives to you when your mouth keeps running makes a cold sweat run down your back. but of course wanting to see how far you can go , deciding to whine even more to the point where the person on the other line can hear you. seeing how tense he got from your actions made you so wet.

and now for acting like a brat , you’re getting fucked so good on his desk. incoherent babbling leaving your mouth as his slender yet strong hands wrap around your neck. “ you like acting up , hm ? i spoil you so much princess yet you’re never grateful for anything. “ a small ‘ im sorry ! ‘ leaves your mouth as he angles his hips to hit that same spot to make your toes curl. pushing your legs up to your chest , giving you a good fucking to get rid of your bratty attitude. he wants his good girl back.

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thank u sm pinkie I LOVEEEEEE this idea!! I hope u don’t mind i’m joining these two,,I think they mix well :3 (also pinkie I got your other request ab jack just so you know,,i’m not ignoring It I swear! i’m just a perfectionist :P)

I think jack would be so hot older, i’ve genuinely wanted to put something like this out for so long I just didn’t think you guys would side with me!! I love picturing them older like jack would look soo good I hc he’s always in business casual as in older guy methinks :3

tw slapping n choking, degrading, daddy kink, teased orgasm denial n praise!! age gap too. some puppy play and “papa” used,,sorry i’ve been so into it lately :3

I think he’d be around 37-42? does that work?

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I think ur ask would happen on a day he brings u to his office and lets his baby see what makes her pockets so heavy. you come in some frilly cute outfit, being so young he doesn’t expect you to conform with how he dresses, but he keeps a hard hand on you as he walks you around his company, explaining everything while walking past other workers.

you’re looking around, touching everything and peeking your head into places you shouldn’t, being polite and greeting everyone while he stands behind you, shooting everyone hard looks before you wanna look somewhere else, making little comments like “dyou think I could work here? i’d look so cute in the skirts n i’d wear my best pumps!” “yeah but, it’s not just skirts n heels baby,” he smiles and pats your head as you two walk out the elevator.

it’s all peaches n cream until u start whining about, which he knew would come but still dreaded. suddenly you were tired, your feet hurt and you were hungry. he was trying so hard to be patient with you but you always push it :( he even goes as far as to hold your heels for you but it seemed like you were just pissing him off for fun.

he about had enough when the chain of your anklet got stuck in the carpet and breaks off and you flip out, gasping and whining as you collect the charms off the ground. jacks getting pissy bc you’re so loud, your skirts riding up and you’re making a scene again. “baby-hey, look at me,” he says, making you look up with a pout when that tone comes out.

“people are working right now and you’re making a scene. we can go to tiffs and get you a new one, ok? get the fuck up,” he grits the last part, sending you a hard look that makes you huff, crossing your arms and walking far ahead of him to the elevator. he rolls his eyes and follows far behind you, his brows raising at your audacity to leave the floor without him, a breathy chuckle of an “oh yeah?” coming off his tongue as he crosses his arms and waits for the elevator to come back down.

sure, you were a little loud but he didn’t have to be so mean in front of everyone! though you knew better, so you waited with your arms crossed until he got out the elevator, an angry pout all over you face. he steps out and turns his head, nodding when he saw you waiting for him. “yeah that’s what I fuckin thought. cmere,” he wraps his arm around you roughly, making you yelp and squirm against him to get away but he only held you closer, digging into your side.

“take me home. you’re bein’ so mean, n I don’t wanna be here.” you look away from him as he walks you into his big office room, closing the door and his blinds. “so you don’t wanna go to tiffany’s?” he puts his hands in his hips, making you roll your eyes as you plop onto his couch. “yeah I thought so. and roll those fucking eyes again little girl,” he warns you as he sits under his desk, pointing a finger at you before he rolls his sleeves and gets on his computer.

in all honestly, his threats always got you soaking wet, wondering what he’d do when you pushed his limit. “what’re you doing now,” you ask after a few minutes of silence, walking over and looking over his shoulder. “glad you asked, because I have a call coming up with an investor in..three minutes and I really just need you to be good for me, ok?” he looks up at you, rubbing the back of your thighs.

“what kind of meeting?” you ask, running your hands through his hair, messing it up. “kind that makes me a lot of money, which makes you a lot of money. nothin you’d be interested in, promise. just need you to be quiet,” he nods. “are they gonna be able to see you?” “no, it’s a call meeting, he’ll only hear me.” “can I sit with you?” “sure baby, I just need you to be quiet, ok? it’ll be done as soon as it starts.”

and you comply for a little while, but twenty minutes into the call you’re getting antsy, he let you sit on his lap but with the way his leg bouncing has whining and pawing at his chest, giving him big puppy eyes that he just ignores oh you’re growin hornier by the second :(( especially when he’s being so assertive and focused,,not paying you any mind.

..especially when you start grinding on his growing bulge, grabbing onto his bicep, quietly pleading for something, anything. he’s keeping his composure but his hand was gripping the arm rest, he couldn’t believe you were trying to bomb this investment on him because you were what? horny? it was making the vein in his forehead bulge.

he shoots you a few glares as he speaks but you don’t care anymore, like, you’re supposed to be his baby! his everything and you should have all his attention, this was taking far too long. “jackie..” you whine, his brows raising immediately at your audacity to interrupt him at a time like this, cutting his sentence.

“mr. thurlow is..is there someone in the room present with you? I thought this was a private matter.” his investor says from the speaker. “no, it is, i’m sorry my-my girlfriend is with me but she won’t be a problem,” he shoots you look that lets you know he’s not asking you he’s telling you, “continue.” jack says, gripping your hip now.

you scoff and roll your eyes, “how long?” you whisper in his ear, playing with his buttons, getting enough down to stroke his chest. “I dunno pup,” he whispers quietly. “this is business. I can’t make everything go faster if I want it to work out for us in the end.” he tried to speak and simultaneously listen to his business partner.

“but I really can’t do it with you..whining in my fucking ear and talking during my meeting. ok? just..” he puts a finger to his mouth before directing his attention back to the call, adding his opinion on the topic at hand. you pick your jaw up and cross your arms, sighing as you turn your back to him on his lap, leaning on the desk.

he doesn’t pay you any mind as you continue grinding down on his bulge, gripping your hip and guiding you ever so slightly to keep you peaceful as you hold onto his desk, brows furrowed as pleasure overuns you. you look back and teasingly lift your dress to your hips, showcasing the tiny pink thong you had on with a pout. he sighs with a head tilt, watching you move against him, his bulge nudging between your clothed folds.

“daddy..” you whisper again, your lip tucked between your teeth as you speed up, mouth falling open with silent moans, making him shoot you a silent warning. “you’re being so mean to me..” you whisper again, leaning over the desk and showcasing just how tiny your panties were, your lips peaking out of them the more you fuck yourself on him.

“you’re bein a fuckin’ brat.” he grits his teeth, pinching your side, making you jump and yelp. this wasn’t fair :( you’ve been so good all day (in your eyes) and he was just ignoring you in your messy mood. he should be giving it to you hard, you had to speed this up. you reach down and start circling your clit, moaning quietly into his desk and grinding back on him.

you look back at him as you pull your panties to the side, his cheek perched against his fist as he doesn’t dare give you a glance, but you know he’s fed up, his hair going every which way, his fave red with anger and that familiar vein in his forehead bulging. you whine, he’s so sexy. his shirt rolled to his elbows, strong arms squeezing against each other, not to mention his chest on display since you unbuttoned his shirt.

you trail up his body, eyes landing on his pink lips that command big bucks for a share of stocks, it makes you sticky, eyes rolling back as you slide your fingers with a loud moan, your juices already coating yourself and his pants as you pump into yourself, and suddenly everything goes quiet, your eyes peeping back open to see him sat up now, glaring at you with an open mouth, his investor on the other line now gone quiet.

he finger combs his hair out of his face, that gray strand popping back, and before he pleads your his case he’s cut off. “mr. thurlow, jack,” you hear, “it’s clear you have other…personal matters to attend to. you understand my time is valuable and I won’t be kept up by someone who can’t hold down his fort for a simple hour.”

jacks eyes close in frustration, rubbing his teeth together and you swear you see sparks flying between them. “right sir, yes. I understand.” hes glaring at you with each words and you smile, now you’ve got his attention!! :3

“so i’ll have my assistant get back with you for a better time maybe. don’t count on it.” is all is said before the line goes quiet and he hangs up and the room falls silent with tension, jack sighing into his hands. “can we play now daddy..?” you ask, repositioning yourself on his desk, legs spread before him.

he glared at you before grabbing your throat and standing, making you yelp and hold onto his wrist, eyes wide on him. “you happy now? you fuckin’ happy now huh??” hes raising his voice, waving your neck around slightly as he speaks. “I had him, had him in the fucking bag baby and you couldn’t keep quiet for an hour? are you serious??” he raises his brows, a little grin on his face.

you hated when he did that, smiled when he was angry. so fuckin scary. “daddy I-i’m sorry I just missed you..-” “daddy i’m sorry-” he mocks you in a high voice before sending a slap across your face, making you yelp and squeeze your eyes shut, gripping onto his shirt. “bullshit. you been a brat all damn day, givin’ me attitude, yellin’ n whinin after I told you how important it was, for what? some dick??” he keeps you in his hold, your eyes teary and frightful, staring at him big.

“now you wanna be quiet, alright,” he nods, poking his cheek with his tongue as he gets his pants undone, not even bothering to tell you to take your panties off before yanking them off you, scooting you further on his desk and prying your legs open. “imma give you what you want lil girl, don’t fuckin worry,” his tone is low and condescending as he taps his tip against your clit, sliding it down and gathering your wetness, your breath hitching.

a loud cry of a “fuck!” erupts from you when he slides his length into you, your hand grabbing at his shirt and trying to push him off as he wastes no time but he’s not budging, a low mmmmmm coming from his as he lays you on your back, hand planted on your chest to keep you down, his muscle overpowering you.

he listens to your whimpers and mewls of his name, eyes low and cheeks hot as he takes in your wet cunt, already fucking into you, leaving you no room to adjust. “fuck jack, h-hollon,” your mouth hangs open, eyes shut before you moan out high, feeling him gradually fuck you harder and harder.

“hold on? hold on?” he repeats, brows raised as he grabs at your hips, forcing you to stay put on the desk, sliding his cock in you deeper, a gasp coming from you as you arch your back up. “did you hold on when I told you how fuckin important this was for me? for us??” he almost winds himself, the feel of your walls sucking him in so greedy making him choke over his words, eyes almost rolling back. even angry, his body reacts against him when it comes to you.

“so you’re gonna take it, kay? look at me mama, open those fuckin eyes,” he grabs your cheeks, shaking your head and making your eyes snap open at him, not holding back your moans as he nods slow, making sure you keep eye contact with him. “you’re gonna take it, since you wanted it so damn bad. can’t believe you baby, so disappointed in you.” he faux pouts and tilts his head at you, making you whine.

“daddy don’t-don’t do that I didn’t mean to,” you mewl, holding his hand that held his face, but he pushes you away and holds you down by the shoulder. “nuh uh, don’t pull that shit. you’re being a bad girl, and I know I taught my girl better, yeah?” your lip quivers as you nod. “m’sorry daddy,,”

“I know pup. just gonna teach you again,” he hoists your ankles over his shoulders, hands gripping your thighs tight against his chest before he’s plummeting his cock into you deeper and deeper, your eyes popping open and rolling out with a loud throaty moan, you feel him beat that spongey spot in you, drool pooling in your mouth.

he sees it, all the thoughts popping out of your brain onto the floor as he watches you with a steady face, condescending eyes hard on you and lips parted slightly, brows frowned. you’re his baby, his pup he couldn’t stand punishing you but he knew you just needed it good and a little discipline.

you moan high and loud again when he bends you further, legs pushing closer to yourself as you grab his shoulders, anything to ground yourself from his thick cock that doesn’t let up a brutal pace against you, long hard strokes, his tip reaching new highs inside of you and you feel like you’re seeing stars. “yeah baby? this what you wanted?” he rasps, a nod and a short “yeah” coming from you as you squeeze your eyes shut. “"jaaack —mmph- daddy it's so — just-please it's so-"

his lips upturn into a small smirk, his poor baby couldn’t even think straight. “yeah, pup? what else?” he says airily, looking between you two and seeing the strings of your slick sticking to his pubes, you’re fuckin soaking, he thinks. “cmon babygirl, tell me what it is.” he encourages, speaking to you in that voice that has you whining out, your brows furrowing together.

“daddy s’good, ur so good!!” you moan out, nails digging into his shoulder blades as he nods along. “yeah? this dick doin you good baby? s’what you needed?” he bits his lip over a smirk, watching you come undone under him, eyes rolling back into your lil head, moans growing squeaky when he wraps a hand around your throat.

you nod quickly, a soft hand going to his chest and bouncing to his wrist, holding him softly. he feels it when you clench onto him for dear life, signaling your dam about to break. “you feelin real good puppy? gonna cum?” he coos, shaking your throat in his grasp to make you look at him, your feet scrunching as you try to prepare yourself for the troubling orgasm you knew he was about to give you.

he forces you back onto the desk, squeezing your throat as he plummets his dick deep inside you as he does so gracefully, other hand keeping your thighs close to him. you let out a loud squeaky moan at the suddenness, head popping back, “jack wait, fuck—wait! ohmygod,” you moan out, at this point he doesn’t care about his firm hearing you, he wants you to feel embarrassed when you walk out passed everyone.

“who? yeah i... dont know who that is.” he tilts his head with faux confusion, brows frowned but his smug smile still remaining. “this what you wanted, right? were’ just begging for it, right?” he says, chuckling to himself, knowing he was bending you out of shape completely.

you couldn’t take the orgasm he was about to give you, you never could, and he knew that. your ears start ringing and your eyes go blurry at the rhythmic motions of his cock kissing deep inside you, pounding that sweet spot.

“daddy— p-papa I can’t do it! s’so much,” you correct yourself with a pout and he plants a reassuring kiss to your handle, his thumb smoothing over your clit to soothe you, only sending you over the edge more. “you got it puppy, cmon I know you can do it. yeah? yeah girl?” he watches your face contort more, toes curling on the side of him as he grins down at you, your display igniting something in him as he keeps up his steady pace.

he winces when throbs inside of you, feeling his release come up on him too. “gonna be my good girl now, huh? who’s gonna act out at my fucking firm?” he slaps your thigh lightly, knowing you were just too out of it and needed a little push. “gonna be so good papa,” you squeal. “never gonna act out again!”

he nods along to your words assuringly, “damn straight, aaaatta girl, cum for me pup. no—cmon you can do it,” he coos to your whining as your breath quickens and the knot in your stomach breaks, whining and moaning out as you cum down on his cock, the familiar white ring forming around the base, making him smile as if he wasn’t already red in the face.

“that’s my fuckin girl, needed that real bad huh.” hes watching his dick disappear into your creamy cunt with dreamy eyes, “I know babygirl I know, daddys not mad at you ok? just had to teach you real good,” his eyes roll back as his head tips back, and you realize you’re gonna have to start wearing turtle necks, he was definitely leaning red marks on you :(

you’re so out of it you don’t even register him cumming in you with a loud curse, to gone to care, knowing he’d fetch you some birth control on the way out. he carries you to the couch in his office before heading to the bathroom in his office, cleaning you and himself up.

you’re laid on your side when he sits next to you, caressing your head and kissing you softly. “feelin good baby?” he asks, taking note of your big foggy eyes and stupid smile. “mhm,” you nod, “good, ready to go to tiffs? get you a new anklet?” he nods, smiling when you nod and raise up happily, his little baby. “that’s my girl, cmon,” he helps you up and into his hand, telling his secretary to clear his afternoon as you walk out behind him, only limping slightly.

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restinslices · 4 months

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If requests are open how abt teens lin kuei brothers x brat male reader? (Also teen)

I tried my best but I’m actually so bad at writing dom characters, it’s insane. After Bi-Han, my brain shut off. If this was a paid service, you’d need a refund gang. You said teens but I kept them as adults cause although ik minors engage in those activities aswell, I’m an adult soooooo😃

Bi-Han

Some people are probably expecting me to say some wild shit like he's the worst, he doesn't respect boundaries, he's always angry at you, doesn't listen to the safe word, ect ect.

I don't think that's true

Am I saying he's all soft and squishy? No. But Bi-Han is not a terrible dom.

Bi-Han is a perfectionist so any precautions beforehand are definitely gonna be dealt with. What he wants outta this, what you want, limits, ect.

Onto dealing with a brat though, we already know Bi-Han has a short temper so any bratty behavior would noticeably annoy him

Smth that would guarantee a punishment would be acting out in front of other Lin Kuei or just in public. It'd be discreet enough that no one would really notice what's going on, but obvious enough that he'd know you're being a brat on purpose

Questioning certain orders, doing things extremely slow, talking over him, the list could go on. Being bratty around people especially when he's supposed to be “professional” is the quickest way to get a punishment

I kinda see it as a storm. You know it's coming, you see the signs, but when it happens you still go “dammit. I can't believe it's raining like this”

Does he warn you? Yes. But he only does it once. If you keep going, he mentally writes it all down

Now Bi-Han doesn't strike me as someone who particularly likes physical touch all the time but punishments don't have to be the typical spanking or harsh fucking. He can be more creative

I feel like he enjoys punishments that have to do with humiliation. There's so much control in telling you to do something and you just follow it.

Very much a “ride my boot” type of guy

The type to make you orgasm over and over again and you don't stop until he's satisfied (obviously keeping your safety and what you can take in mind though)

Takes bratty behavior seriously. He's not making funny little jokes or nothing of the sort. He's putting you in your place

His punishments would linger. For example he'd tell you to tell him whenever you got horny and why for like, a solid week. This seems small but if you get hormonal easily, you're going up to him a lot and he's shaming you everytime.

His arms? You're that easy? How could you even survive without him?

The best part of this is you don't have to tell him any of this. Realistically you could ignore this or not tell him every time you're hormonal, and he makes sure to taunt you and remind you of this.

Humiliation punishments are his go to

Rewards would probably be allowing you a bit of control, like picking any toys you'll use or letting you pick the scene

A brat would probably fit him well cause he gets to constantly put you in your place, which can be a good way to relax for him

Kuai Liang

Is also very organized. So organized I think he'd have a secret way to tell you he's actually not in the mood or too busy for you.

“Go take a walk” means “not right now”

Bratty behaviors that would bother him the most I think would be doing dumb shit. Like, below average IQ type of things.

It bothers him because you're not stupid so stop acting stupid. If he says do A, don't do B

But it's fine. You wanna play stupid? He can do that.

I know I said Bi-Han’s punishments sometimes linger but it really ain't got shit on Kuai Liang’s

If you wanna act like you don't understand basic orders because you wanna act out, then he's gonna act like he doesn't understand anything you want.

You say “I need you” but he goes to do something else. What's the problem? Clearly you were saying you needed him to do laundry that day.

You say “touch me” but he touches you everywhere except where you really need him

You could say something as clear as “please make me cum” and he'd bring you close, but would stop. Why are you upset? You didn't say what day to make you cum. You'll do it later.

Every single request you have for him turns into something you didn't want and he watches with satisfaction as it slowly drives you insane.

And doing other bratty behaviors to try and get a response outta him doesn't work because the more bratty you act, the longer he's gonna keep this up. He has the patience to do this too.

This won't stop until you're on your knees begging like a madman for him to do anything to make you feel good and promising you'll behave from now on.

And even then he's not satisfied. You have to actually show you're gonna start behaving. He won't actually give you what you want until you behave for at least a week or two straight. No problems. No complaining. No issues.

You both know you'll act out again but for a good chunk of time, he's enjoying his peace

Tomas Vrbada

I honestly cannot imagine this man as a dom but for you, I will try

Tomas is a nice guy and this nice guy shit is how the problem would start

Taunts would be the way to get to him. So when you say “can't you do better or are you too soft?” it gets to him

Tomas’ version of punishment would be doing nothing at all.

He's too soft? Ok. That means he's too soft to touch you, to whisper any dirty things, to tease you, ect.

Kuai Liang is interacting with you but is doing the exact opposite, Tomas is straight up refusing to do anything.

You can try to seduce him all you want, you're getting a smart ass “we can't do that. I'm too soft for all of that”

Legit becomes the biggest prude when it comes to doing anything with you. Has no problem touching himself and telling you you can't touch cause he “couldn't handle it”

He takes taunts literal. “I could fuck myself better”, ok then he won't touch you at all for awhile. You got it. “You could do better”, you are completely right. As a matter fact, how about he practice on himself or using a toy and making you watch. Ya know, just to have a third party to inform him if he's doing well.

Just a real petty bitch in a cute package.

Probably needs the most breaks when it comes to a brat though cause sometimes he's fr not tryna hear that shit and just needs someone to be there. Which is fine.

I also imagine he’s possibly new to being a dom so this whole thing is trying shit out. He’s willing to experiment with different kind of punishments, rewards, schedules, all that shit.

When dealing with a brat Bi-Han is strict, Kuai Liang is patience and pettiness wrapped in one and Tomas is just petty

Looking back there’s no mention of male anatomy and it’s so short. Idk why dom characters make my brain short circuit. We will attempt dom characters at a later date but for now, this is all I got.

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berryhobii · 3 months

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Late for Work couple has become my #1 comfort couple and i always come back a read their stories cuz they're just so in love and passionate abt each other and OC/reader is so me coded. ur writing literally makes me weak in the knees i get so emoooo 😭😭💜 can i request a New Years (resolution) drabble with them? either OC or JK wants to work out more or tweak their habits at the gym for New years and i wonder if you could incorporate THIS REEL somewhere cuz i thought this was so them?!!? fluff or smutty smut smut!!! ty ty ty 💜💜

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C1BLk1PIu-j/?igsh=MWZ0YWRtcnd4Zndwaw==

even tho i feel like both of them are the type to NOT wait for the "New Year" just to get started on their goals i thought it would be cute!!!

Hi! Wow, I’m so happy you love that couple! I try my best to make them as lovey dovey as possible. Thanks so much for your request as well! I pondered a few ideas but then landed on this one! Also, that reel is so adorable and overprotective Jungkook is equally as adorable. Enjoy and please tell me what you think!

Super cute gym bag? Check. FitBit to monitor your heart rate? Check. Your ONE Stanley cup because you didn’t need a thousand? Check.

Alright. You were ready to hit the gym.

Truthfully, neither you or Jungkook were the types to do resolutions. Both of your perfectionist and ambitious ways made it so if either of you wanted to do something, you’d do it. And you’d do it to the best of your ability.

You started working out a little bit during December, enjoying early morning jogs before work in the crisp air to get you pumped for the day. However, you haven’t really dedicated yourself to a complete workout regimen.

That’s where your husband came in.

He didn’t make resolutions either but he did want to start spending more time with you and the gym was a great place to start. So you suggested you two start working out together and he could have broken something from how fast he catapulted himself over the couch when you brought it up.

Since your husband was a certified gym rat, he was very excited about your interest in working out. It was no secret that he was obsessed with going to the gym; he always dedicated at least 2 hours a day to pumping iron and if he couldn’t go to the gym, he’d go jogging or do some exercise at home. He was dedicated to keeping his body fit and healthy, mostly for himself but also for you. He knew how much you loved his body and it definitely stroked his ego to see how you drooled over him.

While Jungkook drooled over you regardless, you still wanted to work out and maybe even spend some extra time with Jungkook. A couple’s workout sounded like a lot of fun to you, honestly.

“Ready to go, baby?” Jungkook asked once he entered the living room where you were tying up your braids into a ponytail.

You smiled at him, nodding your head. “Yup! How do I look?” You gave him a little twirl, showing off your new leggings and the matching jacket.

Of course, his eyes went straight to your ass which looked extra plump in those pants. A part of him didn’t even want to leave the house, contemplating just bending you over and fucking you against the wall.

You looked so excited to go though and he didn’t want to rain on your parade. Pushing down his desire, he flashed you a smile.

“You look adorable.”

“Thank you. Now let’s go! I’m totally going to bench more than you.” You teased as you two walked out of your apartment.

He bellowed a laugh. “Yeah right. You get winded walking up the stairs.”

Pouting your lip, you playfully pushed him. “That was only because my legs were tired from riding you.”

His lip piercing sparkled as he flashed you a wolfish grin, one that sent shivers down your spine. You seriously thought about getting in a quickie in before leaving.

“Guess we’ll have to work on your stamina then.”

“Oh yeah? I’ll show you my stamina when we get back home.” You childishly fired back sticking your tongue out at him.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

When was leg day again?

The drive to the gym was quick and checking in was even quicker. After putting your things away in a locker, you and Jungkook found an empty space to start stretching in.

“Let’s start with toe touches.” Jungkook instructed with a clap of his hands.

“Okay!” Inhaling a deep breath, you bent over to touch your toes. Easy enough. Then you felt a hand on your back, urging you to straighten it a bit.

“Don’t hold your breath.” He said, his warm palm sneaking up the back of your jacket. Heat spread across your body. Damn fat ma! Not right now!

After enough of that, you two moved into more stretches: arm circles, lunges, jumping jacks and a few more. Jungkook stretched alongside you, only stopping to guide you through whenever he saw your form was off.

Overall, exercising with Jungkook was a bunch of fun. He was an attentive workout partner, reminding you to stay hydrated and motivating you whenever you wanted to give up. Not to mention, watching him get all sweaty was a bonus. He had abandoned his hoodie a while ago, leaving him in a tank top that showed off those muscular arms and bulging pecs.

You were gonna swallow his cock like a python when you got home.

For now though, you were focused on getting in some good squats while Jungkook moved just a few feet away to go fill his water bottle back up. He made sure you remained in his eyesight at all times, heart warming at the sight of you being so focused. He was so happy you had come with him to participate in one of his favorite interest. It really showed him how invested you were in his life and his hobbies. He hoped this could continue and you two would spend even more time together.

Also, your ass looked fine as hell in those leggings. It jiggled everytime you came back up and it made him want to rip those pants right off you.

Oh yeah, you were definitely coming to the gym with him more often.

Just as he finished filling his water, he turned around to start his walk back to you, only to pause when his eyes caught something.

A man was coming from the other side of the room, walking straight towards you, his eyes focused clearly on your ass as you bent forward.

Jungkook knew you were gorgeous which meant people often tried to approach you. His overprotective nature never allowed people to get too close, however. You could handle yourself and he knew that, he trusted you completely and never doubted your loyalty to him.

That didn’t mean he trusted others though.

Quickly walking towards you, his feet taking long strides to get to you faster, he stopped at your side just as you were coming back up from a squat. Jungkook immediately wrapped his arm around you, leaning down to place a kiss on your lips. Never one to turn down a kiss, you reciprocated, laying a few more on his lips for good measure.

His eyes locked with the man who was approaching you, brow furrowing and eyes sending a message that said:

Try it if you want to

The man’s eyes widened, turning back around on the heels of his feet to scamper off somewhere else.

Ever so unsuspecting, you turned around to see what your husband was looking at, only to find nothing. You placed your weight down, removing the AirPod from your ear to ask him what was wrong.

He just squinted his eyes before finally looking at you, sending you his sweetest smile.

“Nothing baby. Let’s just finish up so we can go home.”

And because you trusted him so much, you just shrugged and nodded. “Okay. Let me do this final rep and then we can go.”

“Sure. Let me help you.”

Getting behind you, he ‘guided’ you through the squats. Although you didn’t really need the help, the feeling of his boner pressing into your ass was telling enough.

“I wouldn’t call this helping, coach.” You smirked, making sure to rub your ass harder against him when you went down.

“I would. 5 more.”

“J-Jungkook!” You moaned, your hands slipping off the wall where you were bracing yourself as Jungkook pounded into you from behind.

He barely let you cool down from your workout before he was forcing you into the gym showers, pushing you into one of the spaces and turning on the water. It was obvious you didn’t come in here to wash yourselves, judging by how quick he was on his knees and attaching his greedy mouth to your clit. Both legs thrown over his shoulders and your back pushed against the cold wall, he devoured your cunt like it was the last time he’d ever taste it.

Since it was so late at night, the gym was practically empty which meant no one was there to disturb you. Then again, it was only 35 minutes until closing so you didn’t have a lot of time before an employee came to check for any stragglers.

But that was all the time Jungkook needed.

Hands digging into the juiciness of your ass, he forced you back and forth on his cock, the tip hitting you so deep that you were sure he was rearranging your guts.

Your knees shook from the force, still a little weak from the orgasm he just ripped out of you from eating you out. Now another one was steadily building, ready to spill over like a full glass.

He couldn’t take his eyes off the recoil on your ass. He didn’t know if immediate results from squats was a thing(you sure acted like it was) but for some reason, your ass looked even better as it clapped against his pelvis.

“Fuck baby. This ass….” He groaned, swiftly bringing his hand down on it. The water caused it to sting even more but you loved it.

“Make me cum, Kookie.” You whined and who was he to deny?

His hips continued his rough pace, hands molding and squeezing at your ass as if it was a block of clay. As his head rolled to the side in pleasure, his eyes saw something, a mischievous grin that you couldn’t see spreading across his face.

Grabbing your body wash, he flipped open the cap. You were so lost in the sauce that you didn’t even hear it, too focused on the feeling of his cock jabbing into your soft spot.

Then you felt the cold gel hit your skin, a squeak of shock coming from you. You tried to turn your head to see what Jungkook was doing, only to drop it when he readjusted himself to start hitting your spot repeatedly.

“Ooooo…fuck!”

Jungkook’s wet hands rubbed the soap all around, lathering it up all across your ass until the brown of your skin was covered in soapy bubbles. “Throw it back, baby.”

Using your arms as leverage, you tossed your ass back on him as hard as you could, the clapping noises drowning out the pounding water against the tile. It was too hot and hard to breathe but neither of you cared enough to stop, those delicious highs just over the hill. Your legs burned from your workout and you knew you’d be properly sore tomorrow but the feeling of Jungkook’s cock was just too good. You’d pop some IcyHot patches on later.

“I’m bout to cum, baby.” You cried, reaching a hand back to grip one of your soapy ass cheeks. Jungkook’s hot gaze followed the bubbles as they dripped down the crack and around his cock.

He was about to cum. Hard.

Reaching out to grab your shoulder, other hand still on your ass, he drove his cock into you so fast that the seat of your ass actually hurt from how hard his pelvic bones were hitting it.

Your orgasm hit before his, your mouth dropping open in a drawn out moan as fervid pleasure rushed down your back. Jungkook still didn’t stop as you came, a second orgasm hitting you right after the first. Your knees buckled inward from the pure force but Jungkook kept you balanced, thrusting a few more times before he reached his own peak.

“Ahhh….” He groaned, filling you to the hilt as his creamy cum painted thick ropes inside you.

After regaining your breaths, Jungkook helped you stand on your weak knees. You turned around to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck to place a smooch on his lips.

“My legs hurt.” You sighed.

“Told you you have bad stamina. Ow! That hurt!” He cried, rubbing the spot where you pinched him.

“Don’t push it, Jeon. Now let’s go home so I can rest my legs.”

“But I thought you said you’d show me your stamina when we got- ow!”

#askberryhobii #bts #bts x black reader #bts smut #jungkook smut

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poetrysmackdown · 4 months

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some informal thoughts

hello! hope the holiday season has been kind to all of you. and i hope all my jewish followers had a lovely hanukkah! anyways, since i said a few months ago that i’d pick poetry smackdown back up sometime around this time of year, i thought i should make a post. the gist of it is that i’m still quite busy, i have a break that’s about three weeks shorter than I was planning on, and i don’t currently have the mental bandwidth required to read, contemplate, and sort through poem submissions in a way that does justice to them, even if i were to recruit some friends to help out. since running a tournament format requires at least five weeks of continued engagement once it’s underway, and since i’m not at capacity to offer that right now due to the change in my schedule, i’m gonna have to bow out for now. sad bc i was looking forward to it!

my hope is that i’ll have some more time over the summer to hunker down with it, in which case you’ll be hearing from me. it’ll frankly depend on the kind of job i land in for the summer, but i find that my unemployed spirit can typically keep me doing stupid shit regardless of workload...to a point. i don’t want to make any promises because i don’t want to get anyone’s hopes up just to let them down again LOL. i do admit the amount of exposure the first tournament got has made me feel like more of a perfectionist this time around, doubly because i don’t feel that i’m very suited to being a public online presence (even a relatively quite small one)—i’m bad enough at responding to emails for my own real life responsibilities, let alone tumblr asks for the silly responsibilities i invent for myself lol. that’s not to say i no longer want to do it, or i don’t enjoy it, or even that i don’t feel capable of making a really interesting bracket—just that if i am working to put something new together, and if people are taking the time to submit poems they care about, then i don’t want to half-ass it.

my second admission is something like this. I made the original bracket as a celebration of poetry and our relationships to it. yes it was silly and competitive, and the poems were very tumblr, but still, celebration was the intention—I wanted to have conversations about poetry. I stand by the bracket format as a fun and valuable way to foster conversations about poetry, but truthfully, the poems i’m wanting to have conversations about right now—the poems that we should be talking about right now—are ones that i'm not comfortable putting in a bracket. I reblogged The Baffler��s Poems from Palestine collection on here earlier, and Najwan Darwish’s “Who Remembers The Armenians?”, which I still often find repeating through my head when I'm traveling from one place to another, walking home or riding the bus. I came across this beautiful thread recently where people have been translating Dr. Refaat Alareer’s “If I Must Die” into their own languages (this just makes my translator's heart sing!!!!!!). @havingapoemwithyou has been posting some great poems from and for Palestine as well—check out their tag here.

There's always more to add, and I'll be posting more on here as I come across it, but that's what I feel anyone should be focusing on right now when it comes to poetry. i think poetry can be an escape but it should never be a distraction. does that make sense? i wouldn't be against doing a one-off poll here or there, but it feels weird to be making a tournament for poetry right now, or anytime soon. i feel like what free time i have right now is still best utilized helping my friends with organizing in the real world. and god, a bit off-topic but while I'm talking, fuck poetry foundation—I have so much respect for all the poets keeping up the boycott, because while i think it's a simple decision, it's not always an easy one (Aurielle Lucier discussed that here).

anyways, if you read all of this, thank you for your time!! I could go on and on, but really this was just meant to be a message telling y'all that there won't be another tournament for a while lol. even so i'll be trying to use this small silly platform as best i can until palestine is free because that's the absolute least i can do.

#not a poll #also i'm closing my ask box for now because i know i don't have the bandwidth to answer anything rn. sorry :(#but feel free to reply here with your thoughts and any resources and i'll do my best to respond #or even messages might be fine. something about the ask format just gives me anxiety sometimes lmao #cannot stress this enough i am so so so bad at responding to things #even when i want to or enjoy doing it

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sp4cepunisher · 10 months

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just a scratch [ e.williams ]

summary ; ellie takes care of you when you return home injured from being on patrol with dina.

warnings ; 18+ themes, minors dni ! strong language, some depictions of an injury [ skin-tearing, blood, a brief mention of amputation ], over-protective + major girlfriend!ellie vibes. she just loves you a lot tbh, and hates to see you hurt.

author’s note ; hhhhiiiii hi :D i decided to rewrite this! not unlike all of the other things that i have written + will continue to write, i scrutinised the previous version until i decided to delete it + make it better!!! it was labelled fluff but, like?? it wasn’t giving enough fluff?? i wanted protective gf ellie, but it just seemed rushed to me, to be honest. saying this, i reallyreallyreally appreciate the love you guys gave that tragic attempt at a return to this community!!! it made me super happy + spurred me on to want to rewrite it and make it better for you!!! we all deserve having sweet, caring, sometimes a little over-protective ellie in our lives + we deserve it to be written well!!!! i hope you can all enjoy this re-draft even more, and thank you for always being so patient + understanding when it comes to my obsession over the things that i post here!!! i’m just a bit of a perfectionist when i write, but i’m really happy with how this has turned out!!! as always, please let me know your thoughts + enjooooooy!!!! <3

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ellie’s love for you could have moved mountains; defied gravity; grown wings and soared above the clouds with determination to land on the sun. solid in how it had nestled itself into the pit of her heart and beautiful in the way it had developed buds which had flowered over time, the way the girl had allowed herself to feel for you for was something entirely indescribable. she had tried to write about it in her journal, and she had tried to talk about it in front of jesse, or dina— even joel, at times. but every single attempt seemed to result in scribbles, entire pages being torn out, or incoherent trains of thought which were often met with furrowed eyebrows. not to mention the further questions that would make her flush her own least favourite shade of pink, trip over her words as if they were cementing her feet between them, and that she didn’t have the answers to. she much preferred to express her love for you in less obvious ways— more private ways, like letting you take the first shower of the morning to make the most of the limited hot water, frying your eggs first because she knew that you didn’t like it when the pan got too greasy, or letting you pick the evening’s movie because she loved your concentration face when it came to watching you sift through her selection of dvds. she was loving, in a way that you hadn’t realised she could be. granted, she still got shy about it, even in front of you, but although useless when it came to verbalising her feelings, there was one thing that ellie was a master at:

keeping you safe.

a part of her believed that it was her sole duty, putting herself before you in every scenario that she found herself in with you at her side. ingrained in her; like a drug mingled with the blood in her veins, a language that she hadn’t remembered being taught but was fluent in, nevertheless. whether it was fighting the infected or the healthy, ellie was almost entirely fearless either way. and it wasn’t that she doubted your ability to look out for yourself, nor did she think that she could execute any of it better than you. it simply stemmed from her instinct to protect you, because she loved you. she had become sort of obsessed with it; with keeping you strapped to her side like her gun in its holster, tattooed forearm outstretched behind her like the arrow on a compass always displaying the right way to turn; ellie’s way to turn. and alongside this determination to look after you came a tendency to maintain a certain sense of disdain for letting you venture out on patrols and runs with anybody else, because ellie knew that nobody could protect you like she was sure she could— it was a kind of promise to herself, and to you, that your girlfriend had succeeded in keeping every single time the opportunity arose, without ever faltering. you couldn’t remember a time where you had ever returned home injured from a run or a patrol with ellie. you had barely even been sore.

the only exception to this rule of sorts that she had instilled within herself was when she was tied down with something else in jackson or elsewhere, and on this day in particular, when dina came to ask her if it was cool if you accompanied her on patrol, she found herself in this exact position; it was out of her control, because she knew that keeping her word to maria and helping her to set up the new routes for the next few weeks of runs and patrols was what she had agreed to, and she would stick to her promise. she couldn’t offer to go with dina herself, nor take her spot to keep you safe. she had no choice but to give in, and she always hated doing that.

“you’re helping maria here, and (y/n)’s free. i’ll bring her back,” dina reassured your girlfriend when she caught the look that she shot her way. she was well aware of the girl’s protective nature. if anything was to happen to you on her watch, dina wouldn’t put the idea of murder past ellie for a second. “i promise.”

“that’s a pretty big promise,” ellie’s brow furrowed, the lines that appeared on her face mimicking those that she had spent the past half hour etching onto the map in front of her; deep, stretching way past her control and branching off into unknown territory; beyond the safety that she knew she could provide. in a nutshell she trusted dina, but trusting her enough to relax against her promise to bring you back from a world that was merciless— one that was not lenient to those that had loved ones waiting for them at home, giving them a pass from death or mutilation simply because they had people to return to— was a different thing altogether. the world had become too foreign to care. a promise was nothing. she twirled the pen around between her fingers. “did she say she’d go?”

“uh, yeah,” dina exhaled, resting a fist on the table beside her and leaning into it. “yeah, she said she was up for it.”

ellie almost rolled her eyes at this. of course you had. she knew that you always wished that you could be in fifty places at once just to ensure that you didn’t let anybody down, or disrupt anyone’s plans. you were a people-pleaser, but not the bad kind. that’s what, on top of everything else, also bugged ellie. her conscience was fighting with itself; she knew that letting you go out of jackson without her would plague her mind for the rest of the day until your return, the urge to simply drop everything and make herself available to you gnawing at her bones right to the marrow, but she also knew that you wanted to help. it was in your nature. you were utterly good. the visual that was playing in her head was accurate, knowing you well enough to predict the willing nod that you had offered in response to dina’s question, masking the overriding sense of knowing better that had kicked your own conscience into consciousness; she knew that you had been the one that had told dina to come and double check with her, partly as a surefire way of letting her know where you would be for the rest of the day, but also as a way of gauging her general thoughts on it— she knew that you knew how protective she was of you, and at the same time as wanting to drop everything that she had agreed to do, to tell dina that she was happy to take this patrol and then make her way to your shared home just to toss your sneakers your way in a silent gesture of i’m here. let’s go., ellie decided against it. she smoothed the pad of her thumb over the rounded side of the pen that remained still gripped in her hand, and found that her gaze had involuntarily returned to the map before her. her eyes trailed over all of the possible routes that could be taken upon exiting jackson, mental grip slipping as she attempted to unscrew the stubborn lid on her memory in order to remember which paths hadn’t been cleared in a while.

“where are you heading?”

“north, straight up through the woods and past miller cabin.”

ellie’s thoughts wavered, and she pressed the tip of her pen into the wooden tabletop. the area north of jackson hadn’t been cleared in a few weeks, she knew that for sure. god knows how many more infected had shown up and were inhabiting it now— she even had the audacity to silently question whether or not dina would even be able to handle it. she also wondered if her protective nature was a sort of blessing in disguise; her instinct to take the lead every time, to reassure you that she would scope out the stagnant corridors which loomed like long, ghostly faces before you could follow in behind her was perhaps the wrong way to go about ensuring your safety. autonomy was probably more beneficial to you than following your girlfriend’s every move like her shadow. potential outcomes then began to race through her mind; images of you getting stuck between too many infected and not having anywhere else to turn; of dina assuming that splitting up and taking different routes would be a good idea, resulting in your disappearance and failure to return to jackson which would leave everybody simply assuming the worst. moving on. just another name amongst warnings. something to learn from. the idea that the heartbeat that she had spent months studying while you slept as it pulsed in the side of your neck could be stilled with just one wrong move made ellie’s stomach clench. that she would be the only one to inhabit the sheets within her bed; the imprint of your head in the pillow next to hers would become a sacred treasure, untouched, and encased in glass within the museum of ellie’s heart. the thought made her cringe.

the girl looked up at dina again, chewing the inside of her cheek before letting her jaw relax. “i mean, i can’t really stop you,” she felt her body sink into itself slightly, the words she spoke suddenly accompanied by a release of breath that she wasn’t too familiar with— a kind of letting go that felt unnatural, and that left its remnants wedged between her lungs. “if she said she’d go, then i guess she’s happy to go.”

“we’ll be careful. i’ll look out for her.”

ellie didn’t respond. she felt as though she couldn’t. instead, she felt herself forced to focus on the kind of heat that had begun rising at the very top of her spine and which was spreading like a disease up her neck, burning the spongiest part of her skull and trailing through to her jaw as dina’s shadow spanned out across the table like the worst kind of raincloud that was now looming over the map in front of her; over your name which she had absentmindedly carved into the table with the inky nib of her pen.

. . .

the evening sun was a bulbous yolk in the evening sky, bidding goodnight to the people of jackson. its setting behind the hammock of mountains and trees signalled the time to turn in for most, but for ellie it acted as the pendulum at the base of the clock that had loomed in the sky since you had left for miller cabin with dina about four hours earlier. it was as if it was refusing to set until you came home. stationary; a light to guide you back to safety. back to ellie.

her room felt stale. the sun was doing a terrible job at defrosting the cold air that lingered between ellie and her window, which she felt as though she hadn’t stopped looking out of since she arrived inside. maybe she hadn’t. like it was some kind of crystal ball that would somehow reveal your fate if she stared for long enough. she was unsure of how much time had passed, the spotlight of her mind shining solely and directly at the thought of you— how far you’d made it, what you’d found, if you were doing okay. she tried her very best to keep her faith in dina alive, trying to tell herself with a few dismissive shakes of the head and shrugs of the shoulders that you would be fine, soon to be returning home to her with barely a hair out of place, and your usual manner; rational, kind, always happy to see your girlfriend. and part of ellie felt moronic for spending the entirety of her day worrying, battling with a multiplicity of thoughts, and tearing the inside of her cheek to shreds, but the other part of her knew that it was only natural— she’d had enough of losing those she loved, and she wasn’t about to let her pride get the better of her. not this time.

the click of the latch on the door broke her train of thought, and her head snapped towards the sound so quickly that it was a surprise that it didn’t come detached from her neck altogether and land with a dull thump on the rug below her bed. she watched intently as a hand pushed firmly against the door, and a large shoe promptly wedged itself between the doorframe and the wood to help prop it open. slightly muffled voices were honestly hard to make out through the small gap in the door due to their gentle tone, but ellie could tell that it was you by the little laugh she heard pass through. her favourite sound. lifting herself from the mattress, the girl soon made quick work of swinging her legs over the side of her bed and even quicker work of standing up once she properly processed what was going on: jesse entered first, and ellie’s eyebrows furrowed at the sight that followed; his arm was tucked snugly beneath your armpit to support you as best he could in your footing that you were barely succeeding in achieving on one foot. it wasn’t long before your girlfriend noticed the large dark patch that had stained the outside of your now torn jeans just above your kneecap and which, in certain lights, she could see was a kind of black crimson. the worst kind, and bigger than she was comfortable with.

“jesus fucking christ,” she exhaled, her breath a little shaky. dina followed suit with your backpack draped over her shoulder, and her head tilting slightly to ensure your path to the couch was clear as jesse guided you through the small living space. she took wider steps to get ahead of the both of you, clearing a space atop the blankets for you. “is that—“

“it’s not,” dina was quick to interrupt ellie’s sentence, knowing exactly what the girl would say upon seeing your injury, almost before ellie did. jesse gradually let his arm slip from your body, mumbling a few words of encouragement as you sunk down onto the couch with a small intake of breath. “ellie, it’s not.”

“then what the fuck happened?”

“ellie, i’m fine.” you spoke.

the girl raised her eyebrows. “well, shit, (y/n). i don’t believe you.”

“i slipped— jesus,” you exhaled, face wrinkling up in considerable discomfort as jesse lifted your leg by your calve and propped it up on the coffee table in front of the couch. “i just slipped and it wasn’t anybody’s fault but mine.” you watched as your girlfriend made her way around the table to stand beside you, reaching a hand out to unstick the few pieces of hair that lay flush against your forehead with clammy perspiration, her callused thumb brushing over your forehead affectionately, but also as if to reassure herself that you were really there. that you had really made it home.

“there was a blockage along the path,” dina spoke quietly, as if slightly apprehensive about whether to join the discussion at all. “just before we reached miller’s cabin. tree fell, crushed a few cars, fenced a lot of infected in.”

“it was my idea to climb on top of the cars,” you used your hands to better recount your failed plan of action, tilting your open palms slightly to mimic your movements. “i was gonna try and, like, jump onto one of the window ledges across from them to see if there was a way around, but i didn’t even make it that far. my, fucking… foot slipped, and i tore my leg on a piece of rogue metal.”

ellie sighed heavily, filling the empty space beside you with a gentle squeak of the springs and being especially careful not to cause you any more pain with her body weight against the cushions. “fuck me, (y/n). why did you do that?” she questioned you, although secretly she knew the answer; it was you all over, never wanting to turn back from anything without being able to say you tried. “why the hell did you do that?”

you shrugged, lips parting as you tried to justify your stupidity in a way that ellie would truly believe, and dina placed your backpack down on the floor beside the couch. “we dressed the wound once we got far enough down the path. it’s sterile, and we managed to stop the bleeding,” she explained before you could speak. “jesse came out and helped me bring her in when he saw us arrive.”

“why didn’t you come and get me?”

you gave ellie a knowing look, and it was almost enough to cause the girl to crack a small smile. almost.

“she didn’t wanna worry you, dude.” there was even a smile in jesse’s voice, and you watched as he extended an arm to the wall and leaned his entire weight against it.

“didn’t want you jumping to conclusions,” you whispered teasingly, your eyes trailing over ellie’s face in an attempt to memorise every single part of it.

the brunette scoffed a small laugh, and for a second, from the look on her face, you wondered whether she was about to cry. the horrible thought flashed over your mind when you clocked the sudden shine that glossed her eyes, and the slight wrinkle between her eyebrows. from the way her teeth were pulling at the inside of her cheek, you knew that she was frustrated; upset with you; upset with herself. “…fuck.”

“we’ll give you guys some space,” dina spoke after a small pause in the conversation with a small nod, turning her body towards the front door and giving jesse a small nudge to the ribs. “let you get some rest.”

you looked over at the two of them, pressing your mouth into a tight-lipped smile. “thanks, you guys. don’t know what i would have done without you.”

jesse cocked a playful brow. “well, you wouldn’t have that giant gash in your thigh if it wasn’t for dina. in fact, you wouldn’t have even been out there if it wasn’t for—” his words were halted by a heavy smack to the shoulder from the girl behind him, which prompted him to twist the doorknob, and after which he uttered a small, “ow! why are you so violent?”

“goodnight, you two,” dina sighed, and glanced over her shoulder at the two of you. “feel better soon, okay, (y/n)?”

“thanks for bringing her home, dina. for looking after her.” ellie finally spoke, and dina turned back around for a moment upon stepping out into the night’s air

“i tried. a promise is a promise.” she shot you both a small smile, before pulling the door closed with a final click.

despite your injury, ellie had to admit to herself that her room was warmer with your return. she let her eyes scan over your profile, lingering slightly on the slope of your nose bridge, and the sculpted dip of your philtrum. her eyes fell to the side of your neck, and she felt herself visibly relax when she managed to clock the small thumping of your pulse. the same pulse she so often studied while you slept. “babe,” she whispered, regaining your full attention and earning her a small hum. “you’re okay?”

your face softened slightly, and you nodded. “yeah, ell. i’m okay.” she lifted a hand and placed it both reassuringly and gently on your good leg, giving your knee a squeeze before carefully leaning over your body and reaching for your backpack.

“please,” she huffed, plonking the bag down on her knees and retrieving your water bottle from inside. “drink something.” you complied to your girlfriend’s orders, letting her hand you the bottle and taking a few swigs from it to make your girlfriend happy. the water felt good as it swilled down your throat, softening the scratchiness and somehow lessening the pain in your thigh for a split second, though you were grateful for the momentary relief nevertheless. screwing the lid back onto the top, you placed the bottle beside you on the couch and turned your head to look at ellie again. “you could’ve died.” you watched her lips as she whispered.

you barely shrugged. “but i didn’t.”

ellie sighed. “fuck, (y/n).”

“ellie. i’m right here,” you insisted, though your voice remained soft and shrouded in moonlight. “yeah, i got hurt. and yeah, it sucks. but it will heal, and i’m here, and i’ll be okay.”

this wasn’t the first time that ellie was rendered pretty speechless by your ability to comfort her with a handful of simple, yet meaningful words. despite thinking of you all day, almost worrying herself into a mental decline and narrowly avoiding fucking up the work she completed for maria, you had immediately calmed her nerves. you somehow always knew how to relax her tense muscles, unclench her gritted teeth, and supply her with fresh air to breathe. here you were; raw beneath your bandage, still adorned in your blood-stained clothes, and probably exhausted. but you were alive; here, and breathing; here, and still as pretty as she had seen you that same morning, barely succeeding in keeping your heavy eyelids open as the two of you lay dozing in the sun-soaked bedsheets; here, and reassuring your girlfriend that things were alright.

“i love you,” the girl whispered, leaning a little closer just to tilt her chin upwards and press the gentlest of kisses to skin between your eyebrows. “i love you so much. i was, like, shitting my pants all day. hated not knowing whether or not you were okay. felt helpless.” her voice had fallen into a mumble, and you looked up at her with a hint of a smile.

“and i love you. even if you do worry too much.”

a shadow of a smile flickered over ellie’s lips, and she licked over them. “i worry for a reason,” she chuckled quietly, barely even loud enough for you to hear despite sitting so close to her. “clearly. how long sinced dina dressed your leg?”

you glanced down toward the coffee table, turning your leg to the side slightly to get a better look at the stain on your jeans to check that it hadn’t spread any wider, and to ensure ensure that you hadn’t bled through the barrier. “uhh, maybe… i don’t know, a couple of hours ago?” you returned your gaze to the girl beside you, whose own eyes were fixed on the maroon bloodstain.

“and you promise it doesn’t hurt? you don’t need me to clean it, change the bandage?”

“i promise.”

the girl was quiet for a moment, gaze trailing back up your leg before she turned her head and found your eyes. “is it bad under there?” she whispered, as if frightened of the answer. you shook your head gently, silently judging yourself for the way in which your heart fluttered at the concern that tainted ellie’s tone. you knew she would have been worried sick all day, but you couldn’t help but find it just slightly amusing how hard her outer shell appeared to everyone else. to those who didn’t know her. to anyone that wasn’t you.

“oh, yeah,” you whispered, trying to maintain a degree of seriousness in your voice, and ellie’s breath caught in her throat. “dina didn’t tell you, but, like… she almost had to perform the world’s first amputation while on horseback.” you couldn’t hold back the grin that tugged your mouth upwards, along with the heavy exhale that accompanied it through your nose. your smile grew wider when you watched as ellie noticeably relaxed upon realising that you were joking, and rolled her eyes.

“you’re so sick, you know that? sick and fucking twisted!” she leaned her elbow on the arm of the couch and rested the side of her head against her open palm. “jesusfuckingchrist.”

“i’m okay, ellie, i promise.” you reassured her, now in all seriousness. “i know that the blood probably makes it look scary, but it’s really not that bad. just a small gash.” extending a hand, you placed it on your girlfriend’s jean-clad thigh and gave it a squeeze, smoothing your little finger over her kneecap. the girl’s ivy eyes caught onto yours in a way that they had before, but that you swore to yourself over, and over again that you would never get used to: utterly loving, with no shadowed thoughts to cloud over it, and completely unapologetic, at that. with a small shuffle of her legs, and lifting her head from her hand, she got herself closer to you and took a second to lick over her lips.

“come here,” she whispered, hooking her pointer finger beneath your chin and reeling you forwards slightly. you pretty much immediately melted into her touch, allowing her to mould you into whatever position she wanted you aided by just her hands, and captured her lips with yours as they brushed. in a chaste, yet meaningful kiss, you brought your hand from her leg and used it to cup her face, pushing away a strand of her auburn hair behind her ear. her own hand trailed up your arm, briefly warming the skin beneath your clothes before resting on the dip of your shoulder, lingering there even after the gentle kiss came to an end. “i love you,” ellie spoke, the tip of her nose almost slow dancing with yours as they brushed. “i don’t know what i’d do if i lost you.”

you offered her a small smile, lifting your shoulders in a shy little shrug. “and you’ll never know. ‘cause i’ll always be here.” your sweet, yet earnest words made ellie smile, the greenest part of her eyes twinkling optimistically right before you, like a shooting star passing through the sky just for less than a second, but for long enough to remember its short presence forever. she pressed one last short, firm kiss to your lips before glancing over her shoulder at your shared bed.

“you should lay down, babe.”

pulling at the corner of your lip with your teeth, you nod. “soon. wanna stay here with you, just a little longer,” ellie’s small smile brought another one to your own lips, and you elbowed her side lightly. “missed you.”

“missed you. when i wasn’t busy almost killing myself over what could’ve happened to you, and almost fucking up maria’s maps.” she mumbled, and you gave an amused hum.

“well, at least assuming the worst made this situation look a whole lot better. right?”

ellie pulled a face, twirling a piece of your hair that she had picked up somewhere along the way around her two fingers. “i wouldn’t say that, but, yeah. i’m definitely happy that you aren’t dead.”

you raised your eyebrows, scoffing a laugh and letting your head fall back against the couch. “thanks, ell. i’m happy i’m not dead, either.”

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams angst #ellie williams fluff

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theroseiswithoutawherefor · 4 months

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Well, first of all, I have to thank @yridenergyridenergy for selling me the ticket! It was literally the best experience I had throughout the year; I really, really, sincerely appreciate it.

As promised, this is my repo of the gig in Wakayama. To be honest, I’m really a bad recorder as I can only recall the sensation or vibe in general and forget the details every time. Am I the only one?? Anyway, I guess my drawings may not be precise at all and it would be more like a summary of the year.

And this repo will be focusing on Kaoru, Toshiya and Kyo. I’m sorry but I stood on the left in both times.

Kaoru

It’s so strange that I can easily feel my love for him grows with time and what a coincidence! I visited them twice this year and I was right in front of him every time. I always assumed that I would be in front of Toshiya when I checked the hall map in December, but no! It was Kaoru again! It kinda shocked me the time I located my seat and noticed his microphone stand was there, just about 2 meters away.

I think probably it has been known by all of you, the show started with a semi-transparent screen showing some AI-generated footage(sorry, I hate this part). It covered most of the setting but just revealed some shadows. I could only see Kaoru, his side profile, priest-alike gown and silver hair. He looked so focused and indifferent and so good-looking…my hands are still sweating as I recall it now.

That was my first time listening to Rinkaku on-site. I got caught up in emotion when you could easily compare themselves in reality and their sketches in the video. You could see how much they have changed and it also just reminded me a lot of moments, staying at home and staring them on the screen. The real vs the virtual.

Also, at the beginning from the distance, I could only see some sort of marks on his chin that looked pretty much like piercings? It turned out to be his makeup; so brilliant.

Kyo

I didn’t see Kyo that much this time, but I feel he is that kind of vocal that you would fall in love with once you’ve actually seen him in the venue. He looked so nostalgic to me this time, maybe bc of the ghost face makeup or the fact that I have seen him too much this year. I also went to HK for sukekiyo this year.

The gig of sukekiyo was more emotional, floating and spacey (and less aggressive, obviously). Kyo’s dedication was so contagious. Although he looked a little bit nervous at the beginning of the Day1, forgetting the lyrics now and then lol.

It is interesting to see the similarities and differences between Diru and Sukekiyo, like looking at different reflections of the same mirror.

Btw probably he is the most inspiring Diru member to me I guess. Idk why drawing kyo always begins with a pretty satisfying draft then it becomes a big challenge to my expertise and patience ahhhh. But yeah, I can improve a lot after finishing it. So, kyo, thx? lol

Toshiya

I’m not quite a fan of his white outfit that day(the one worn in the pic of their tweet on 16th Dec). Actually I even failed to recognize him the first, waistcoat and palazzo trouser are ok but definitely not the most stunning look of him. It seems that his style is becoming more gender-neutral this year, with hair dyed brown, pearl jewelries and feminine makeup.

But I still quite enjoyed his performance, his body language was so beautiful (ugh! It’s such a shame that I can’t recreate it)and he was the first one going to the left terrace and saying hi to everyone. Toshiya is always the sweetest person in Diru to me.

I prefer his encore look more and he took off the shirt and threw it to the gift right in front of him

（and a random sketch）

That’s it! I could have drawn more but, sorry I’m a perfectionist, these pics really took me some time, but I may keep going if I have spare time.

And I’m not used to talking so much on the Internet, it is embarrassing somehow.

The year of 2023 has treated me rly good, I hope it would be the same for all of you and Diru members, see you next year.

#dir en grey #sukekiyo #kaoru #kyo #toshiya #A repo? maybe?

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siampie · 2 months

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Risk and Reward||Chapter 2: Fallin’ For You

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: Numbers were exchanged but intimacy still scares you lightly. So, you and Matt decided to take things slow. Reader found herself slowly falling for Matt Murdock.

Warnings/tags: 18+ contains smut (not sure, don’t know how to write it but I’ll try), angst, fluff, mutual pining, idiots in love, childhood trauma

A/N: The Reader’s hypersensitivity is written using my own experience. Also, the title not only reflect the Reader’s state of mind but also Matt’s. Although, we don’t get the story in his POV because mostly we follow Reader. But there will be some chapters in his POV. Pinky promise!

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Dividers by @cafekitsune

Song the title is referring to:

I’ve been spending all my time

Just thinking ‘bout you

I don’t know what to do

I think I’m fallin’ for you

I’ve been waiting all my life

And now I found you

I don’t know what to do

I think I’m fallin’ for you

I’m fallin’ for you

“What do you mean?” Amelia asked as you walked to work together, the morning after.

Matt and you had talked some more that first night. He had bought you a drink to keep the conversation going. He even introduced you to his friends; Karen Page and Foggy Nelson. Although, you and Matt had exchanged numbers, you couldn’t bring yourself to say yes to a date, just yet. So, you suggested that you both be friends first. And Matt had agreed.

“I mean we both agreed to be friends for now.” You explained patiently.

“This is self-sabotage at its finest, you know that.” Amelia threw her hands in the air.

“Look, I just want to take it slow, okay?” You told her stopping on the sidewalk. “I’m sure Matt is very great in a relationship but—I might not be. At least, with us being friends, we can bound without having any pressure on our shoulders.”

“I hate you.”

You scoffed. “What for?”

“For sounding mature and reasonable.”

“There’s plenty where that came from.” You laced your arm with hers and resumed your walking. “I really don’t want to mess this up.”

“Yeah, I get it.” She sighed. “At least, you didn’t completely rule out dating.” You chuckled.

You were definitely attracted by him. And it seemed he was too. Although, you weren’t too sure about that. How could he be? Being friends first made sense to you. You were being cautious as always.

“Hey, guys!” You said as you sat down next to Matt at Josie’s.

He wore that giant smile of his, that you had grown fond of. He greeted you back, your name rolling off his tongue fondly. It had been almost a week since you had given him your phone number. The last few weeks before publishing were draining for you. You were a perfectionist, sometimes to your own detriment.

It was Friday night. Matt had called you earlier, just before you called it a day. He invited you to join him and his friends at Josie’s for a couple of drinks. You had agreed to it. Although, you were starting to think on your way to the bar that it wasn’t probably for the best. You felt deeply tired and overwhelmed.

Being overwhelmed in your case often led to high sensitivity to sounds. It usually became louder. Not so much louder but you were more aware of them. Such as that light over your head. It had been quiet most days. On that day, however, it became louder. You tried to ignore it. But it sounded like a fly buzzing around your head. A fly that you couldn’t swat away. And then at lunch, your own chewing was loud to your ears. You tried to chew as quietly as possible but to no avail. And you had felt self-conscious for a moment. It was probably loud for anyone around you too. You had figured that the stressful weeks, although you were used to them, had gotten to you finally.

Although, you blamed it on your hypersensitivity. You had inherited it from your father and your great-grandmother. Being a sponge for others’ emotions could be a challenge daily. It was a gift when it came to empathizing with others. When it came to understanding them and listening to them. Let them dump on you their anxieties, their anger, their fear. But it was also a curse because, at times, you didn’t know which feelings were yours and which were theirs. So, you had to distance yourself at times. And over the years, you had chosen a line of work where you dealt with people as little as possible.

As soon as you stepped in the bar, you knew it was definitely not a good idea to have agreed to this. The chatter that did not bother you a few nights before, were too loud today. You flinched at a man’s boisterous laugh by the bar. You considered turning away but Foggy had called your name with a large smile plastered on his face. So, you took a deep breath, slapped a smile on yours, and made your way towards them.

You sat in the empty seat, conveniently placed next to Matt. A beer was pushed into your hands. There was an additional person in the group tonight. Marci Stahl, Foggy’s girlfriend. You really tried to have a good time but really you were struggling. Every once in a while, you flinched and winced at bottles being slammed on tables or people just laughing. It was becoming unbearable and you found yourself on the verge of crying. You should have called it a night right there and then but you didn’t want to seem rude. So, you powered through.

Eventually, you couldn’t take it anymore. You felt like dropping on the ground and wailing. You could feel the tears burning on the corner of your eyes.

“Are you alright?” He asked you concerned lacing his voice.

“I think I’m gonna call it a night.” You told him quietly, ignoring the catch in your voice. “I feel—a little tired.”

“I’ll walk you home.” He said with his own charming smile. He pushed his chair back across the floor.

“You’re leaving already, buddy?” Foggy asked him from across the table.

You stood up abruptly. “He’s not leaving. I am.” And you turned to Matt. “And you should stay and enjoy the rest of your night. I’ll simply grab a cab. Don’t worry about me.”

“Come on, the night is still young. We haven’t gotten to the best part, yet.” Foggy tried to convinced.

In spite of yourself, you huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, and what’s that?”

“Dancing.” Matt chuckled beside you.

“When was the last time you hit the dancefloor, uh? Come with us, it’ll be fun. I promise.”

The dancefloor, the loud music, sounded like a nightmare right now. “Maybe next time.” You shook your head apologetically. “I’m just really tired tonight. But you guys have fun.”

“Let me walk you home.” Matt offered yet again.

“Matt—” It sounded like a whine. “I’ll grab a cab, I swear.”

“I insist. I invited you out, I’d like to make sure you get home safe.” He said, his lips were turned down in frown.

“Okay—” You relented. “I’m warning you, though. I won’t be good company. I’m tired.” Your lips turned into a pout. Matt snorted.

The sounds were drowned out as soon as the doors closed behind you. Matt’s hand found your arm. You were standing on the sidewalk and took a deep breath to collect yourself. His hand on your arm felt warm, despite the layers of clothes you were wearing. You focused on that feeling on your arm. A soothing heat. It was grounding you. Maybe you were imagining it. Maybe you couldn’t feel the warmth of his hand. But you didn’t care as long as it was helping you. You felt his hand squeeze your biceps gently as he stepped closer to you. He remained quiet so as not to disturb you, giving you time to collect yourself. As if he knew. How would he know?

“I’m sorry.” You said after a few minutes of you two walking in silence.

“For what?” Matt asked quietly.

“For taking you away from the others.” You simply answered. “You should be out enjoying your night instead of walking me home.”

“You are not taking me away from anyone.” He retorted softly. “I wanted to walk you home. Besides, I enjoy the company.” He smirked at you.

You scoffed, tiredly. “I don’t know how.” Silence fell over the both of you again.

“You’re feeling better?” Matt asked you suddenly and it gave you pause.

What should you answer to that? You did feel slightly better. His hand on your arm was somehow keeping you grounded. You kept on taking deep breaths. It was involuntary. You couldn’t help it even if you wanted to.

“Yes. A little.” You nodded. “I should have known better than to come out tonight.” You sighed again.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m used to it, you know. The stress that comes with the job. Making deadlines, dealing with authors and such. I thought I was handling it pretty well but—” You paused, your chest expanded as you let out another deep breath, “—I guess I didn’t pay enough attention. And my brain decided that amplifying the sounds would be fun, I suppose.”

“That explains why you were so quiet tonight.” Matt observed.

“Well, I’m usually quiet, you know.” You told him as you came to a stop. “It comes with being shy.” Your lips turned up at the corners when he huffed out a laugh. “This is my stop.” He let go of your arm. “I hope I didn’t make you take a detour to walk me home.”

“Not at all.” He reassured you with a warm smile, shoving his right hand in his pocket.

“Thanks for walking me home.” You gave him your own smile.

“It was my pleasure.” His smile widened.

You wanted to say more. You wanted to tell him that he helped in making you feel better. You were less irritated, less sensitive to the sounds surrounding you. You felt less overwhelmed. You wanted to thank him for that. But you thought it would be too much. So, you let it go.

“You let me know when you get home.” You said softly.

“Should I text you or—?” Matt frowned teasingly.

“Yes, please.” You rolled your eyes at him. “Otherwise, I would have to walk you home and that would defeat the purpose of walking me home.”

Matt laughed at your words. “I’ll let you know.” He promised.

“Thanks.” You crossed your arms over your chest. “I’ll see you soon, then.”

“We usually go out on Fridays with Karen and Foggy. Sometimes, Marci stops by.” Matt said. “You are always welcome to come.”

“Yeah,” You nodded with a smile. “I would love to.”

"Great!" Matt grinned.

“Goodnight, Matthew.”

“Goodnight,”

You watched him leave. His cane tapped along the pavement. You fished out your key and took another deep breath before letting yourself into your building. It had felt nice to have someone walk you home. It had never happened before with anyone. It was truly the first time that anyone had gone out of their way, as a kind gesture. It had felt good. And it was all because of Matt Murdock.

“Matt?” You were walking back home from the hardware store. His brows scrunched up in confusion as he stopped on the sidewalk. You reached out to him and laid a hand on his shoulder.

His furrowed brows relaxed as a smile slipped onto his face. He had somehow recognized you in this crowd of people. Your name passed his lips fondly. “Hey.” You couldn’t help but notice that he looked dashing in his suit. And his smile got your heart racing as it always did.

“Hey.” You smiled as you stepped closer to him.

It was Wednesday. You had finished the last of your work before deadlines. And you were hoping to make it to Friday night at Josie’s with your new friends. And you were hoping that Matt would walk you home again. You had been looking forward to it the entire week-end and for the most part of the week.

“Where are you off to?” You asked him, burying your hands in your coat.

“Back to the office actually.” Matt pushed his glasses back on his face. “Just had a meeting with one of our clients. You?”

“Home.” You replied.

“No work for you today?” He asked you.

“Nah, I finished working on my current manuscripts.” You explained. “So, I decided to ask for some needed time off.”

“Wise decision.” Matt nodded.

“I’m a wise woman, Mr. Murdock.” You quipped back.

“You are, aren’t you?” Matt chuckled; your own lips turned up at the sound. You loved it. You loved making him laugh.

“So, since my schedule is clear, would you mind if I walk you back to your office?” You offered with a warm smile.

“I would like that very much.” Matt grinned widely. You offered him your arm and his hand found its rightful place. “Actually, could we—uh—could we make a quick stop by the coffee shop? I promised Karen, I’ll get some on the way back.”

“Your wish is my command, My Liege.” You gave a little bow.

Matt laughed, shaking his head. “Is it now?”

Your heart skipped a beat at the sound. “Yeah, could be.”

“I’ll make sure to get back to you on that.” You turned the corner on your right before crossing the streets. “So, where were you coming from before you bumped into me?”

“Hardware store.” You replied.

“Hardware store?”

“Yeah, see, I live in this flat that has not been properly maintained.” You started to explain. “And this morning while doing the dishes, the sink faucet broke. Shut all the water in my flat and then, went to the hardware store to get a new one.”

“Shouldn’t you be bringing this to your supervisor?”

“Did you miss the part I said it wasn’t properly maintained? Because I’m sure I mentioned that.” You squinted your eyes at him. “Also, it would have taken ages for them to do anything and I’m not very patient when it comes to that kind of things.”

“So, you decided to do it yourself.”

“Yeah, it goes faster.”

“Do you even know how to change it?”

“I’ve done it before.” You shrugged.

“You have?” He angled his face towards you.

“Yeah, I had to take care of my dad for a while. And since there’s certain things he couldn’t do anymore. I had to do them myself.” You continued. “Fixing a sink, the water heater, mowing the lawn, cutting down some trees, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera…”

“You are a woman full of surprises,” Matt noted softly.

“And there’s more where that came from.”

You pushed open the door to the coffee shop. A woman on her phone came at you. Your hand went up to his left arm. And you pulled him closer to you, out of the woman’s way. The woman had not been fazed by it. It was as though she had not been aware of almost bumping into someone.

Matt cleared his throat and your eyes snapped up to his. “Sorry,” Your hands had moved to grip his waist. “A woman was going to knock you on your ass.” You said as way of an explanation.

“Thank you,” He stammered, letting out a chuckle.

“It’s alright.” You answered, suddenly conscious of Matt’s proximity.

His chest flushed against yours. You could feel his solid chest underneath his dress shirt. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips. Your heart started galloping in your ribcage. Your breath caught in your throat. Your eyes darted down to his lips. His own tongue wetted his lips. And tried as you may, you could not control the flow of heat that went straight to your core.

“We should, uh—coffee.” You stammered out. Your eyes snapped back to the red tinted glasses covering his eyes. “I mean we should go place our orders.”

He chuckled as you let go of his waist. “After you.” He said with a smile as his hand found your biceps once again.

As you waited in line, you tried to recover from this moment. You had been attracted by other men in your past. And you did feel lust for them. However, the more you learned about them, the less attracted you were to them. They either were chronicle liars. Or they took more than they gave. And for you that was a turn off.

Matt Murdock, however, had been nothing but genuine to you. He was kind. He was real. And you found yourself wanting more each time. It was unfair that he had so much effect on you. It didn’t seem you had that much effect on him.

“Special delivery of coffee and bagels for one Karen Page and Foggy Nelson, by yours truly.” You announced loudly as you stepped into their office. “And Matt Murdock.”

Karen greeted you with a giant smile on her face before taking her coffee cup from the tray. “Did someone mention bagels?” You heard Foggy said from one of the offices.

“They’re calling your name, Fog.” You confirmed, waving the bag in front of him, as he walked out.

A large smile split his face in two. “Bagels.” He grabbed the bag, opened it, and took a large sniff before turning his eyes back on you. “You’re officially my favorite now.”

“You’re welcome.” He reached for his coffee. And you leaned closer to Matt. “You were right, he does love his bagels.” His hand landed in the small of your back, as you slightly lost your balance.

“He would live off of that if he could.” Matt chuckled. And you snorted.

“Well, anyway, I’m not gonna hold any more of your time.” You clasped your hands together, ignoring as hard as you could, his hand on the small of your back. “I know you guys have work to do.”

“Don’t be a stranger,” Foggy told you. “Feel free to come back any day you want. You don’t have to but you will forever be my favorite if you come bearing gifts.”

“Of the food kind?”

“A woman after my heart.” Foggy put a hand to his chest.

“Any request, Karen?” You turned to the smiling blonde.

“Coffee. Lots of it.” She said raising her cup.

“Noted.” You scoffed.

“Hey,” Matt pulled you into the small kitchenette.

“Hey,” you said back, disappointed when his hand left your body.

“I was wondering—if you would like to grab some coffee with me, on Sunday?” Matt asked you.

“Don’t you have mass or something on Sundays?” You said back.

Karen and Foggy were both looking at you and Matt. Both of them exchanged amused glances.

“I don’t really go to those.” He told you, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Ah.” You nodded. “Just the two of us?”

“Yeah.” His lips twitched up at the corners. “It doesn’t have to be a date. Just two friends, going for coffee and catching up.”

“Two friends—catching up over a cup of coffee, uh?” Your tongue darted out to wet your lips. “I would like that.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You huffed out a laugh. “Sounds like a plan.”

“It’s not like he can see you” Amelia commented on the phone.

“Yeah, not helping.” You dryly told her. “It’s not a date and I don’t want to dress as though it was. But I also don’t want to dress too casually.”

“Okay, uhm, how about that yellow dress you bought last month?” She suggested.

“Well, it’s still chilly out there, you know.”

“So?” You could picture her shrugging on the other side of the line. “It’s long sleeved and there is such a thing as tights.”

You pulled out the dress and looked at it. You hadn’t worn it since you bought it. You were waiting for the perfect time. And maybe, this was it. The dress came with its own belt.

“Yeah, I think I can make it work.”

“Good.” Amelia retorted. “Now, is it really not a date?”

“He made it pretty clear.” You answered. “Plus, it’s what we both agreed to. Be friends first and see, where this is going, really.”

“And you’re okay with this?”

“Yeah, I am.” You nodded.

“You two are idiots.” She groaned and you snorted. “I mean, it’s like slapping you in the face. You two are made for each other. And you want to keep it friendly.”

You wheezed out a laugh. “First of all, I don’t know about us being made for each other. Second of all, yes, I want to keep it friendly. I want to be comfortable around him, alright?”

“Yeah, whatever.” Amelia let out a sigh, you could clearly picture her rolling her eyes.

You scoffed at the thought. “Look, I gotta go get ready. I’ll tell you how it went later, ‘kay?”

“You better.” She said warningly. “Go get your man, sister!”

“He’s not my man.”

“Yet.”

Breathing became harder as you neared the café. Your nerves were making your chest tight. Your chest expanded as you drew in a large gulp of air. You held it in a few seconds and breathed it out through your nose.

When the café finally came into view, you saw him. He was standing outside of the café, waiting for you. Your steps faltered before you came to a stop. Matt Murdock looked effortlessly dashing. No matter how he dressed. He had traded his tailored suit for a pair of jeans and a dark button-up shirt. You knew for certain this man was going to ruin you. His head tilted slightly to the side before his sightless gaze turned in your direction. Your breath hitched in your throat. And his lips turned up into a faint smirk. Did he know you were right there, staring? He couldn’t have known that. He couldn’t see you.

You shook yourself out of your daze, took another deep breath, and walked the rest of the way.

“Hello, Matthew!” You reached out to grasp his strong forearm.

His head tilted in your direction, a smile taking place on his face. His hand came up to cover yours on his forearm. His calloused and rough hand dwarfed yours. You let out a gasp at his touch. And your heart pounded like a jackhammer. Yes, it was official Matt Murdock would be the end of you.

“How are you?” He asked you.

“Good.” You exhaled. “I’m good. You?”

“I’m alright, thank you.” He nodded.

“Good.”

“You’re nervous?” He gave you a soft smile.

“A little.” You giggled nervously.

“You don’t have to be.” His thumb moved across the back of your hand, in a soothing motion. “I told you. We are just two friends, catching up over coffee.”

“Two friends catching up over coffee.” You repeated. You inhaled, held it, and exhaled. You smiled at him while placing his hand in the crook of your arm. “Shall we?”

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Escape - Gareth Emerson x Reader pt.2

Summary: You attend Corroded Coffin's practice and feelings are confessed.

Warnings: Talks about diet, talks about absentee parents... A little steam but not much, yet.

Word Count: 5,619

Notes: Honestly this is less slow burn than I intended, but we're not there yet. Thank you guys for your patience in my writing. I'm a perfectionist and I like to make sure everything is done right

Taglist: @depressedacidtest @nana90azevedo @alanamarie @lizzziekatt and of course @ashes-writing Bestie you are the love of my life. Thank you so much for always being there and helping me. You're amazing.

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Once you’d gotten up to your room last night you did as you promised and called Gareth. Though it had been a short conversation, you learned a little more about him, like he actually enjoyed watching his sisters and he volunteers to watch them on Friday’s because, and you quote, “I’m their best friend, they don’t need some random teen that doesn’t know or care about them to watch them.” That line made you smile a little.

Gareth picked up on how much you enjoyed watching his sisters too and that made it harder to convince himself that you were too opposite and it would never work. Once he hung the phone up by the kitchen door he went up to his room to get ready for bed. His eyes went immediately to the pile of clothes at the end of his bed. More specifically, the pale pink bra. He stood frozen in the doorway of the room, just looking at it. Many thoughts raced through his head, the most prominent being you’d been in his shirt without a bra on for the last hour and a half, as if his previous fantasy needed anymore fuel. He let out a shaky breath and stepped over to the heap, debating on what to do with it. The perv in his brain told him to pick it up, keep it, and never give it back. You left it after all. The rational part told him to fold your shirt, put it in his chair, and hide the bra under it so he wasn’t tempted to let the perv part win.

He went with the second option, although the feeling of the silk and lace between his fingers had the perv side going insane. He still put the bra into the folded cotton and went to bed.

Gareth was woken by the sound of knocking on his bedroom door. He knew his parents took his sisters to Lori’s gymnastics competition in Indianapolis so he wasn’t sure who it could be. “Yeah?” He called out, which was answered by the door swinging open and a smug looking Eddie walking in.

“How was your date, Emerson?” He quirked a brow as he walked across the room to sit in the chair.

“Whoa! Don’t sit there!” Gareth jumped up and made it over to the chair to move your clothes from it.

“I sit on your clothes all the time in that chair.” Eddie rolled his eyes at his friend and finally sat down.

Gareth settled at the end of his bed and held the neatly folded fabric up. “Not mine.”

Eddie’s brows raised but what dropped his jaw was the bra falling out of the cotton. “Dude! Did you guys..?”

Gareth scrambled and grabbed the item in question before shoving it under his comforter. “No! No, we didn’t. She uh, she helped give the girls a bath and got splashed. I gave her one of my shirts.” And he knew he shouldn’t have said it because as soon as the words left his mouth Eddie’s face split into the biggest grin Gareth had ever seen.

“You gave her the Crue shirt, didn’t you?”

Gareth turned so red that he was practically glowing like the neon signs around town.

“Didn’t you?” Eddie prodded, leaning closer with the most shit-eating grin he’d ever had.

“Stop talking, Ed.”

“I knew it!” Eddie yelled as he pointed and pushed himself back into the chair excitedly, his boot clad feet stomping the floor repeatedly.

“Fuck off. Where are Jeff and Grant? Aren’t we supposed to be practicing?” Gareth stood and walked over to his closet.

“We’re supposed to be practicing at 12. It’s 11.” Eddie pointed to the alarm clock on his side table.

Gareth groaned and flopped back onto the bed. “Then why are you here?”

“Gareth, I'm nosy. And more than that, I like to prove I’m right. I told a certain someone we were practicing today and that she should come by.”

As if on cue the doorbell rang, signaling someone’s arrival.

“I hate you.” Gareth grumbled, getting out of bed again. He opened the door and just about had to pick his jaw up from the floor.

You stood there in the shirt he’d given you last night, only now there was a knot tied in it just above your belly button. You’d paired it with a pair of jean shorts that were cut dangerously high and a pair of white sneakers. What caught his attention the most was the red plaid bandana wrapped around your head to keep the baby hairs that fell out of your bun at bay. It was the same red plaid of his battle vest. “Morning, sleepy head.” You smiled, lightly glossed lips shining in the sun.

“Morning.” He replied almost breathlessly.

Eddie came up behind him and smirked. “Nice shirt, short stuff.”

You beamed and looked down. “Thanks. Gareth let me borrow it. My mom won’t let me have one because Crue is ‘unholy’ or some shit.”

Gareth couldn’t see your eyes roll due to the sunglasses on your face, but he knew they had by the tone in your voice. “You actually listen to them?” He was surprised to say the least.

“There’s a lot that you don’t know about me. I’m more than short skirts and pom poms.” You reached out and patted his chest as you stepped into the house, brushing your body with his as you did so.

Gareth tried, he really did, to keep himself at bay. He was unsuccessful. “I need to go shower. Eddie, entertain, please.” He was pleading, which gave Eddie an ungodly amount of satisfaction.

“Yeah, of course.” Eddie’s face was taken over by a shit-eating grin.

Gareth groaned and walked away. He regretted giving you the shirt and even more so, asking Eddie to hang out with you because who knew what he was going to say.

“Eddie, what am I doing here so early? He obviously just woke up.” You asked as you settled onto the sofa.

Eddie shrugged, sprawling himself over the recliner. “Figured I’d give you two some extra time together. Get to know each other more, for the project, of course.”

You knew he was lying, or at least not telling you the full truth. You thought about calling him out on it, but you also didn’t want to be wrong, let alone have Gareth hear that you liked him. “Thanks, buddy.” You replied sarcastically, rolling your eyes.

The two of you sat silent for no more than a minute before you spoke again.

“Can we smoke later?”

“The Princess of Hawkins partakes in the devil’s tobacco?” Eddie raised a brow at you, honestly stunned at the request.

You laughed and shook your head. “Never have, but I think it’ll be fun. I hear it lets your true self out and I kind of want a reason to get some heavy shit off of my chest.”

“Gonna let your secrets spill, Princess?”

“I don’t have secrets, just things not everyone knows.” You replied, picking at your nails before looking up to Eddie’s smirking face. “Grow up Munson. You’re not right about everything, okay?”

“But I’m right about this.” He replied, pushing himself to stand so he could walk into the kitchen. “Can I get you a drink?”

You rolled your eyes and got up to follow him. “You’re smug, you know that?”

He laughed as he grabbed two cups from the cabinet. “I can afford to be smug, Sweetheart.”

“Just don’t say anything else about it.” You rested your elbows on the counter and watched Eddie scoop the ice into the cups.

“So, I’m right and I can’t say anything about it.” He pretended to think hard about it before speaking again. “Fine, but you're both stupid and blind.”

“You really know how to make a woman swoon, don’t you Munson.” You pushed off of the counter and grabbed one of the cups. “It’ll happen if and when it’s supposed to. Don’t meddle in it.”

“I won’t, but it’s so obvious, just so you know.”

“What’s obvious?” Gareth walked into the kitchen scrubbing his head with a faded blue towel.

Eddie glanced at you before looking at Gareth. “The Princess's crush.”

“Munson.” You glared at him, eyes squinted in a way that dared him to say another word.

Gareth nodded and walked through to drop the towel in the laundry room, leaving you to glare at Eddie until he returned. “Well, that’s her business.”

“See!” You more or less yelled, glad Gareth wasn’t going to press for details.

Eddie rolled his eyes and jumped up on the counter as he mumbled something about “blind and delusional” under his breath.

It was your turn, again, to roll your eyes.

Gareth walked back out and rested against the counter as he looked between the two of you. “Well it looks like you two had a great time. Scowling is usually a good sign right?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, frown turning up into a smile and eyes lighting up. “Yeah, absolutely. He just thinks he’s right all the time.”

“Oh, I know exactly what you mean, Doll.” Gareth chuckled, sending you a smile that made you melt.

Before anything else could be said the front door swung open and the two other members of Hawkins most metal band walked in.

“My men! We ready to get started?” Eddie asked, drawing all of the attention to himself.

Grant and Jeff share a confused look which made you laugh a little. It was obvious that they hadn’t expected you to be sitting on the kitchen island with Gareth leaning next to you.

Gareth, who gained bravery by his friends' presence, pushed himself up and rested his hand on your thigh. “Ready?” He asked, giving it a quick squeeze.

You swallowed down the whimper you wanted to let out and nodded.

Gareth gave you another squeeze before offering you a hand to help you down, which you took before mumbling a small “Thank you” to him. He rested his hand on the small of your back to lead you to the detached garage where their practice was held. “There’s a couch if you wanna sit.” He nodded to the old floral couch that had no doubt been in the house previously.

“Thanks, Gare.” You smiled as you stepped away from him. You settled onto the couch as he and the boys took their places to start practice. You watched Gareth twirl the drumstick in his hand and subconsciously squeezed your thighs together, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Eddie.

“So I think we can start with the cover of Live Wire. Yeah?” Eddie looked around as the boys nodded in response.

You loved that song, it was the one you played and danced to alone every time your parents were out. You bobbed your head and mouthed the words along with Eddie but your eyes stayed on Gareth, watching the sweat glisten off of his cheeks and nose and how his hair bounced as he headbanged along.

Gareth felt your eyes on him the whole time which encouraged him to do his best to impress you, making this one of the best practices they’d had in a while.

Once practice was over and they started packing up Eddie watched Gareth walk over to the couch, pick your feet up and sit with your feet in his lap. Gareth rested his hand on your shin, rubbing his thumb over the smooth skin. “I think you’re our good luck charm, Princess. These fools haven’t made it through a practice without a fuck up in weeks.” Eddie smirked, carefully carrying his guitar case out of the garage.

“I’d be happy to watch you guys anytime.” You replied before turning your attention to Gareth. “You were amazing, Gare. Watching you is fun, the way you get so into it. Like nothing else matters. That’s passion.” You wanted to tell him how attractive it was, but you held off on that for the moment.

“Thanks. I love it. It gets the emotions I don’t know how to express out in the open somehow.” He squeezed your leg, something you could get used to for sure.

You giggled and sat up to scoot closer with your legs still over his lap. “That’s really deep. I’m glad you have a way to express everything on the inside. It gives me an idea for our project.”

“Yeah? What’s that?” He reached over with his other hand and tucked a loose hair behind your ear.

“Well, I think most people are going to just do something that shows the other person. I think we should do ours to show we’re the same, but we present differently. Like on the outside you’re this scary metal head that’s into the dark and scary stuff and doesn’t care about anything but on the inside you’re sweet and funny and caring. And I’m the opposite. On the outside I’m all sunshine and rainbows and happiness but on the inside I like all the same dark and scary stuff you do. So I propose that we do paintings. Mine for you would be dark around the edges and as it fades into the middle it gets lighter and happier. And yours for me is the opposite. I’ll be all dark on the inside but it gets lighter and brighter as you go out.” You explained, waving your hands and changing your face in ways that Gareth thought was absolutely adorable.

“That sounds really great. We could do actual rainbows for the color and fade it all into each other and use the whole scale from lighter pastel shades to the darker ones.” He replied, hand resting on the side of your thigh close to your knee, far enough down to be respectful.

You squealed and threw your arms around him. “That’s genius. I was thinking we would just use our favorite colors but that gives it so much more depth! Like every color provokes an emotion and no one feels the same all the time. I just know ours is going to be the best.” You hadn’t even realized that in the process of hugging him you had drug yourself more into his lap, in turn making his hand slide up your thigh. When you did realize it, you made no move to separate or create any kind of distance.

Gareth didn’t either, he instead looped his free arm around your back to keep you close. “You’re the genius, Doll. You came up with the idea, I just built on it.”

You looked up at him and smiled before resting your head on his shoulder. “Stop it. I’m not good at taking compliments.” You mumbled before hiding your face in his neck.

He chuckled and rested his head on yours. “Hey, the truth is the truth.” It’s all he could think to say that wasn’t over stepping any imaginary boundaries that might be set.

The two of you were so wrapped up in each other that you didn’t notice Natalie’s car driving by or the way she was watching you cuddle up to Gareth. But Eddie noticed. And he watched her drive by, flipping her off when she noticed him.

“Well, Princess, looks like your cheer buddies are gonna hate you on Monday.” He stated as he walked into the garage, seeing what Natalie must have seen to cause the twisted look on her face.

You lifted your head and dragged one of your arms from around Gareth’s neck. “Fuck ‘em. There’s five weeks left in the school year and I’ll never see those uppity bitches again.” You replied with yet another roll of your eyes. It was one of the habits you’d picked up from the cheer team and the only one you didn’t mind. Attitude could be a great asset.

“Whoa, Princess, those are some really mean words. Didn’t know you were so angry.” Eddie teased lightly.

“I’m just sick of being told what I can and can’t do. Who I can and can’t hang out with.” You sighed, resting your head once again on Gareth’s shoulder.

“You don’t have to be anything you don’t want to be, Doll.” He pulled you the rest of the way into his lap and held you as the other two members joined you in the garage.

“What’s the plan for the rest of the day?” Jeff asked, stuffing his hands into the front pockets of his jeans.

“My parents will be getting home with the girls soon. They’re gonna throw a fit to show me the routines so I’m stuck here. You guys are welcome to stay and hang though.” Gareth said, resting his chin on your head. The scent of your shampoo was intoxicating to him.

Grant and Jeff shared a look.

“Yeah I think we’ll go hit up the mall for a little bit and come back later. You coming, Ed?” Grant asked as Jeff fished the car keys from his pocket.

“Yeah, but we’ll come back for Princess’s first smoke sesh tonight.” Eddie said as he reached out to flip the hoop in your ear.

You raised your hand and flipped him off, which caused Gareth to laugh a little.

“Sounds good.” Gareth then looked down at you. “You staying or going?”

“I’ll stay. I’d love to see the girls and we can start on the project since we have an idea.” You replied with a smile before turning your attention to the other guys. “You guys are really great, by the way. Like I know the people I hang out with are assholes to you so I’m thankful you didn’t just write me off with them.”

“You don’t have to worry about that. You stopped them from coming after us more times than we can count. We knew you weren’t like them.” Jeff said, twirling the keys around his finger.

“Yeah, you hung with who you did for survival. It’s not like you were the one chasing the freshmen down in your car.” Grant stated, which caught your attention.

“I’m sorry, what? Who chased them down in their car?”

The guys shared a look, one that said he probably shouldn’t have said that. “Jason, Andy, and I think Tiffany and Natalie were in Jason’s Jeep last week and the freshmen were biking home.”

You nodded, deep in thought about what exactly you would say come Monday morning practice. None of it was pretty.

“I think on that note, we’re gonna head out.” Eddie clapped his hand over Grant’s shoulder and the three of them walked off towards Jeff’s car.

“You didn’t tell me about that.” You said softly, turning to look at Gareth.

“I know, but the kids didn’t want anyone to know. It hasn’t happened again, and if it had I promise I would have told you. The kids were embarrassed, I think.”

You nodded and moved to stand, only Gareth’s grip on your hips tightened and he pulled you back down, making you giggle a bit. ”Gare, we gotta go get the painting stuff.”

His arms wrapped around you, keeping you pressed to him. “I know, but this is really comfortable.”

You couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, Eddie had been right. Maybe Gareth did like you. Maybe it would be okay that you liked him. You laughed when he buried his face into your neck and relaxed into him.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, thoughts buzzing around your heads about the other.

You ran your hand down his arm before you slipped your fingers through his. “You know once the girls get here we aren’t going to be able to go.” You hummed into his ear as you squeezed his hand in yours.

“I know. They’re gonna take you away from me.” He mumbled into your neck. He felt the way your lips morphed into a smile against his ear. “But I bet you like them more, huh? It’s not like you cut up my food for me last night.” He teased, snuggling into you a bit more.

His voice vibrated against the sensitive part of your neck causing you to sucks in a fast breath, which he didn’t miss. “I would have fed it to you if you'd have asked.” You moved so your lips were against his ear. “I’d do anything if you asked.” You smiled, hoping more now than ever that Eddie was right and not just saying it.

Gareth picked his head up and looked down at you. “All I have to do is ask, hm?”

You nodded and opened your mouth to reply, only to be cut off by the sound of a car coming into the driveway. “Well, looks like we missed our opportunity for a quick escape.” You chuckled, moving just enough to get off of his lap and settle next to him. You didn’t miss the pout on his face when you moved.

He laughed at the joke and watched the girls run from the car, yelling about how Lori’s team won their division and showing off her sash.

“Ooh! You look fancy with that, girly. Why don’t you show me your favorite trick!” You beamed at them.

Lori took her sash off and handed it to you before showing you back walkover.

“Wow! That was perfect, baby doll! What about you, lil bit? Are you in gymnastics?”

Clara perked up at her new nickname and nodded before she did a cartwheel.

“You guys are so good. You’re way better than I was at that age.” You smiled as they climbed onto the couch.

Gareth watched you with pure adoration.

“Can you do tricks?” Clara asked, looking up from her spot on your leg.

You smiled and tucked a loose hair behind her ear. “I actually can. I do gymnastics on Mondays and Wednesdays after school. It helps with cheerleading.” You replied, watching the girls' faces light up.

“Can you show us something? Please!” Lori asked, latching onto your hand.

As much as you would have loved to, the jean shorts you were wearing were so tight, you thought you wouldn’t be able to move properly. “I can’t right now because I’m not wearing the right clothes, baby doll. But when Gareth and I get back from the supply store, I’ll show you a few things. I promise.” You held up your pinky to her.

She wrapped hers around yours and smiled. “Okay!”

Gareth slipped his hand behind your back and rubbed his thumb up and down the exposed skin between the shirt and your shorts. “Why don’t you guys let us go ahead and go so we can come back faster? Huh?”

“Okay bubby!” Clara said, sliding down from your lap and reaching out for her sister's hand, which Lori took.

“We’ll see you guys in a little bit!” You called after the girls as they made their way inside.

Gareth, against his better judgment, wrapped his arms around you and settled his chin onto your shoulder. “You’re so great with them. They love you.” He said in a low voice that sent chills down your body, which he noticed and smirked at.

“I love them too. They’re the sweetest kids.” You replied, resting your hand on his.

“I love them, but I can’t wait to have my own, you know?” His hand subconsciously rested on your stomach for a moment as he pulled his hands back.

You watched him stand up, lost for words for a moment as images of Gareth and your kids playing in the yard swam through your head. “You want a big family?” You asked, taking his hand that was waiting.

He nodded, letting you pull yourself up. “Yeah, four or five, maybe more. There’s just something about taking care of another person, showing them how to be people that gets me.” He looked down at you, a soft smile on his face. “What about you?”

You nodded, resting your hands on his shoulders to keep yourself up. “Yeah, I want a huge family and a job so I’ll always be around. My parents are always gone on business and I never get to see them.” You explain, with a bit of a somber look.

“You’re going to be an amazing mother one day. Any kid would be lucky to have you, Doll.” Gareth instinctively wrapped his arms around your body and rocked you a bit.

You buried your face into his neck and fought the urge to kiss the skin under your lips. “Thanks, Gare.” You slowly pulled away from him and smiled. “You ready to go?” You asked as you gripped his hand in yours.

“Yeah, Doll. Let’s go.”

***

Once the two of you finished gathering the supplies you decided to go back to your place to paint since it would be quiet.

“So, the spare office is my studio. Upstairs, end of the hall to the left.” You said as you opened the door. “I’ll grab us some snacks and bring them up.” You smiled as he looked around.

“I’ll go get set up. See you in a bit.” He almost stepped up to kiss the top of your head, but he caught himself. He went up the stairs and into the room you’d directed him to. Paintings and drawings hung around the room. He took time looking at each one, stopping on a pencil drawing of him. He smiled, knowing that you’d looked at him long enough to draw him.

You made your way into the room with a tray of small sandwiches, grapes, and a sleeve of Oreos. “It’s probably not the best combo, but it makes my brain work.” You followed his eyes and blushed. “Oh, um…”

Gareth turned and smiled at you. “It’s really good. When did you do it?” He reached out and took the tray for you.

“Last year, chemistry. I finished an exam early and the way the light was hitting you was perfect. I’m sorry if that’s creepy.” You cringed a bit, clutching the Oreos tighter.

“It looks great. You got my good angle.” He said, looking over at you.

“Thank you.” Your voice was small, timid.

“What’s wrong?” He stepped over and put his hands on your upper arms.

You scanned the floor and shrugged. “I guess I’m just not used to people telling me my art looks good. When I was a kid I’d show my parents and their response was usually ‘That’s nice honey.’ and then they would go back to whatever they were doing. It’s just different I guess?” You explained, bringing your eyes to finally meet his. “Plus, I don’t want you to think I’m some weirdo for drawing you.”

Gareth couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped at your last comment. “I’m flattered you decided to draw me. You have a real talent for this stuff, Doll. You just have to find the right people to appreciate it.”

You smiled up at him and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Thank you.” Everything inside of you was telling you to kiss him, but you stopped yourself.

“Any time, sweet thing.” He couldn’t have stayed like that for hours, your body pressed against his, your scent lingering around him.

“C’mon, let's get started on these canvases.” You smiled as you hesitantly pulled back.

He nodded and let go of you to empty the bags filled with tubes of paint, brushes, and palettes.

“Do you mind if I put on some music? It helps me focus.” You looked over at him from next to the small stereo.

“Yeah, go ahead.” He was organizing the tubes so that it matched the color wheel, making it easier to grab what was needed. He was a little shocked when Quiet Riot started playing through the speaker. “She just keeps getting better and better.” He mumbled as he watched you bob your head to the beat as you began setting up the canvases on easels.

“Come on, feel the noise. Girls, rock your boys. We’ll get wild wild wild.” You sang under your breath as you measured the canvas, looking for the exact middle. When you marked it, you worked your way around making lines that lead from the middle to the edge, to make sure the brush stroked wouldn’t look wonky and crooked. When the lines were done you grabbed an Oreo and marked where the colors would fade into one another and transition from darker to lighter.

Gareth sat back and watched you, deciding that he would marry you on the spot if you would have asked. The focus on your face, the attention to detail, the mumbling of one of his favorite bands, even the Oreo that was between your lips and you figured your next mark, it was all driving him crazy in the best way.

“Do you want me to mark yours too?” You asked, peering over at him to see him leaned against the desk with his arms folded over his chest, eyes on you.

“Uh, yeah, if you want. It’ll probably be better, like if we want them the same, you know?” He was nervous that you’d just caught him staring, you didn’t seem to mind as you agreed and went to work on the second canvas, following the marks from your own.

Once you’d finished you walked over to the desk and grabbed one of the sandwiches. “Lunch break, then we’ll get started.

Gareth chucked and grabbed one of his own. “Good, I thought you were just going to have Oreo’s for lunch.”

You laughed and shrugged. “Wouldn’t have been the first time. My diet isn’t the best.” You replied with a smile.

“Mine either. Honestly, last night was going to be pizza, not that Benny’s is any healthier, but that’s on you.” He joked, making you roll your eyes.

“Fine, next time I’ll bring salad and water.” You replied with a teasing smile.

Next time. You wanted there to be a next time. “You can bring whatever you want as long as you come back.” He replied before popping a grape into his mouth.

“I’ll come back anytime you want me to.” You don’t know what made you brave enough to say it. Maybe it was the fact that it was just the two of you, or maybe it was because you were tired of keeping your feelings at bay and you just wanted to know how he felt.

“You could live there if you wanted to, I wouldn’t mind. I know the girls wouldn’t either.” He reached over and grabbed your hand, which you took and let him pull you close.

“You mean that?”

“Yeah, Doll. Can I be honest with you?”

You nodded and looked up at him.

“I like you. A lot. I have for a really long time. I’m sorry if that makes this weird.” He looked down at your hands that were intertwined with his.

You smiled and let go of his hands, which scared him until he felt your hands on the side of his face. “Thank god. I was gonna go crazy if you didn’t feel the same way.”

His eyes darted up, looking at you, trying to figure out if this was some joke. “Are you serious?”

You rolled your eyes and pulled him to you. “I’m serious.” You whispered, your lips brushing over his.

He grabbed your hips and pressed his lips to yours, savoring the feeling of the kiss along with your hands slipping down his neck and around him, bringing him closer to you.

You felt his tongue lick across your bottom lip, prompting you to open your mouth at the same time his hands slid around your hips and settled into the back pockets of your jean shorts. You whined into his mouth when he squeezed the fat of your ass.

He pressed kisses down your jaw and onto your neck before latching on at the base and leaving a mark that wouldn’t be easily hidden.

“What are you doing?” You asked, words coming out in a rushed breath.

“Making sure everyone knows your mine.” He answered as he pulled back to examine the mark.

You reached up and smiled when your fingers slid over the tinder part. “I thought they would get it when they saw me kissing you in the halls, but I can go for this too.” You giggled, letting that hang drop down to his chest, the other arm was still hooked behind his neck.

“Yeah? So you wanna be my girl, officially?” His hands migrated from your pockets to your sides, thumb running over the exposed skin.

You nodded and moved to stand on your tiptoes to give his nose a kiss. “Yeah, I do. I always have.” You replied.

“Honestly, I didn’t think that I’d thank Mr. Greely for anything, but I think he deserves a gift or something.” Gareth stated, taking your hand from his chest and slipping his fingers between yours.

“Yeah, I think he does.” You smiled, laughing as Gareth used his hold on your hand to spin you around. “What are you doing?”

“Just seeing what my girl looks like all the way around.” He answered, scanning over you with a satisfied smile.

“Your girl. I like the way that sounds.” Your hand rested on his hip and your eyes flickered between him and your hand. “We would get started, yeah?”

Gareth nodded, mouth gaping open. He was shocked when you pulled away and walked over to the canvas. “Oh, right. Yeah. Let’s do… that.” He took a few deep breaths and followed you to his so you could explain your vision for the pieces.

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jungkussyficrecs · 2 years

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Beaches and Vlives I JJK

A/N: Hello! After writing Stroke Game, I decided to continue the theme of writing stories around posts, videos, and lives of the members. The concept of these were inspired by @kimnjss clips with context series! You should definitely check them out!

I will be taking requests for other things that people would like a story written around so feel free to send those in!

Summary: The events leading up to Jungkook’s impromptu Vlive and what happened after.

Warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, brief mentions of pregnancy kink, good ole missionary, nothing too crayz

Masterlist

Ever since your car had passed the sea on the drive up to the campsite, Jungkook had been itching to get on live and talk to Army. You had watched from the passenger seat as he went silent and fell into his thoughts, while he tried to simultaneously admire the sea and keep his eyes on the road. After gentle prompting from you, he finally confessed how much the sea reminds him of Army. Heart melting a little bit at the revelation, you ask him to tell you more, but he doesn’t.

After a few minutes, you see him glancing back and forth between the sea and the road almost anxiously, and then you watch as he pulls his lip between his teeth and starts biting the skin there.

You’ve known Jungkook long enough to know, there’s something on his mind, but he’s overthinking. Reaching across the center console, your thumb gently tugs on his bottom lip to rescue it from his anxious biting. His eyes quickly dart to you and then back to the road. You card your fingers lightly through his hair, hand falling down to give a quick tug on his earring before breaking the comfortable silence in the car,

‘What’s on your mind handsome?’ You ask quietly so as not to startle him.

He seems to mull over his thoughts for a moment before speaking up,

‘I really want to talk to Army right now after looking at the sea.’ He says it quietly, and an embarrassed laugh follows almost as if he thinks it’s ridiculous. You can see his eyes flit back and forth, trying to gauge your reaction.

‘So why don’t you?’ You hum.

You watch as he cutely tilts his head to the side, eyebrows furrowed lightly,

‘This is our trip, Jagi, before things are busy with our comeback.’ He’s overthinking even more, and it’s written all over his face. The way his eyes are bouncing, his fingers are jittery, and his lip is back between his teeth.

��Koo,’ you start, ‘If you wanna go live, then go live. You know I don’t care.’ You reassure him.

He thinks for a moment before responding, ‘I can’t even go live because I don’t have my laptop and there aren’t any staff and I’m not supposed to-’

‘Kook’ you cut him off ‘You can use my laptop, and you can call the staff ahead of time and let them know’ You place your hand on his thigh and give a light squeeze to reassure him.

He looks over at you,

‘You really don’t mind?’ He asks timidly.

‘Of course I don’t.’ You smile at him.

. . .

You watch in admiration as Jungkook, a little more uncoordinated after the drink (or two) he had, fumbles to set up everything he needs for his live. Deciding to wait until after you had dinner and for some staff to arrive just to be safe seemed like a good idea at first but now he’s antsy. He’s rushing in excitement, and along the way he’s knocking cups and the camera over. You watch as Jungkook is switching between sitting down and checking the camera angle and then getting back up to rearrange the chair so the camera has a slight view of the fire. Then he sits again before deciding once more that the angle isn’t to his liking. He’s bouncing back and forth between sitting and standing, dimming the lights, at one point, he even grabs his car keys and moves his car since ‘too much of it is in the frame.’

Jungkook has always been a perfectionist. That much isn’t new, but when he’s particularly nervous or excited for something, those tendencies are even more pronounced than usual. Especially since his excitement for the live is combined with the nerves for his comeback. He’d been spending extra hours in the studio perfecting his vocals, and every free moment he had was spent walking around singing the new songs. He was in the gym constantly trying to look his best, and he even made sure to get the new tattoo he’s been wanting ahead of time so it would be healed for the new performances.

He finally gets everything set up just perfect and after adjusting his hair in the camera he looks up at you,

‘I’m ready.’ He says with a cute smile on his face. You laugh at him in response,

‘I’ve been ready. You were the one posing the car and the fire in the background.’

He rolls his eyes at you,

‘You have to set the scene, Jagi.’ He pouts. Instead of saying anything else you just gesture toward your laptop, and he shoots you a handsome smile and pressing a finger against his lips in a ‘shh’ motion before starting the live.

You’ve been around him enough to know that any movement of yours can be perceived as staff, but the biggest rule is to not say anything.

You busy yourself with trying to quietly clean things up while Jungkook begins to talk to the camera. Throwing away bits of trash and food scraps, you listen to your boyfriend's ramblings in the background. A quick glance over your shoulder reveals that he’s already more relaxed than he was in the beginning. He’s curled up comfortably in his chair, a sweet smile on his face.

There’s a specific shine that Jungkook gets in his eyes when he’s at his happiest. You’ve noticed it time and time again when he’s on stage, doing lives, or telling you about something that Army did, whether it be a birthday present or a project that they’ve organized. He’s constantly in awe of the people that make his job worth it.

After cleaning up a bit, you lean up against a wall and turn to just watch him. The rain adds perfect background noise to his voice. Watching the gestures of his hands, the way he throws his head back in laughter, and the slight pout he gets to his lips when he’s telling the fans a story, almost as if he thinks they won’t believe him. He gets more animated as he goes on, and in doing so he sees you in his peripheral vision from where you’re propped against the wall. You smile at him and watch as he becomes shy before surprisingly addressing you,

‘You’re just gonna stand there and watch me?’ He asks before seemingly catching his slip up. Before you can even begin to panic he’s smoothing it over and turning to the staff who had driven up once he said he was going to do a live. Before anything can happen he looks back to the camera,

‘The staff seem to think I’m gonna spoil something on the live.’ he giggles, ‘They’re all just watching me.’ You admire how quickly he covered up talking to you.

He looks around once more before glancing at the camera,

‘I’m gonna tell you a secret,’ He peers behind to mock checking his surroundings,

‘I had a drink and I feel good now.’ He scrunches up his nose, and you have to cover your mouth to keep from laughing at his cute gesture. You decide to sit back down and just watch him for the remaining time. It’s impossible to miss how incredibly happy he is right now, telling stories and making jokes. You can already hear his hyungs laughing at him about how he’s supposed to be on vacation but instead he’s live, the same way they teased him about his two hour long livestream.

. . .

Jungkook sighs as he closes the computer, a content smile on his face,

‘Do you feel better?’ You ask him. He simply smiles in response and then winks at you. Jungkook stands up and goes to talk to the staff and thank them for driving up for his impromptu live.

You had left your phone inside while Jungkook was live, not wanting the iPhone ringtones getting him in trouble. Walking inside to grab your phone, you see Jungkook’s sitting next to yours, and the notifications on the screen show missed calls from most of the members. The top notification is a text from Jimin.

From Jiminie hyungie

Good luck Jungkookie :)

You laugh at seeing a text wishing Jungkook luck for his live. You can’t help but think this is his hyung’s way of teasing him for the whole situation. Looking at your phone, you see Jimin called you as well. Hearing the door open behind you, you decide to call him back later and spend time with Jungkook now that he’s done.

He walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. You can’t help but close your eyes and lean into the comfort of his embrace. He presses the lightest kiss against the shell of your ear,

‘Thank you.’ He murmurs into your ear.

‘For what, Kook?’ You ask. He pauses for a moment,

‘For loving me and supporting my career.’ He hums back.

You turn your head to look him in the eye, ‘I always will.’ He just stares for a moment before his eyes glance down to your lips. His index finger and thumb come up to grasp your chin and pull your head toward his. And then he gently kisses you, soft lips moving languidly against yours to convey all of his emotions.

The thing about loving Jungkook is that he isn’t good at putting his feelings into words. He’s better at showing his emotions through actions whether it’s giving gifts, soft touches, or passionate kisses that stop your heart in its tracks.

He breaks the tender kiss to start pressing kisses down your neck. Light, wet, open mouthed kisses until he reaches where your shoulder meets your neck. He sucks lightly leaving a mark. You’ve learned through the years that Jungkook is a possessive lover. Since he can’t outwardly show that you're his, he loves leaving marks everywhere that he can. Up and down your neck, collarbones, and all the way down your cleavage. One particularly long night after a small argument had ended in a trail of love bites all the way down to your hips.

‘I just love you so much’ he murmurs against your skin.

‘I love you more Kook’ You respond, turning your head to capture his lips with yours. You turn around fully and wrap your arms around his neck. He tugs your bottom lip between his teeth and reaches down to grab the backs of your thighs and hoist your legs around his waist. He picks you up and starts to move toward the bedroom when he bumps into the cabinet in the kitchen,

‘Oh my god that hurt’ you laugh, sensual atmosphere broken by Jungkook’s misstep.

‘Sorry Jagi’ He’s trying, but failing, to hold back his laughter, ‘I’m not used to the layout of the camper.’ He’s trying but failing to contain his laughter. You smack him lightly on the shoulder and urge him toward the bedroom. He’s still quietly laughing, and you opt to distract him by kissing along his jawline. His amusement is gone quickly as you feel goosebumps sprout on the nape of his neck. Kissing further down, your lips make their way toward his adam’s apple. Lightly taking the skin there between your teeth, and then easing the nip with a kiss and a trace of your tongue, you hear his breath hitch in his throat.

‘Jagi,’ he warns, but it doesn’t sound very forceful.

‘I know Kook. No marks.’ You respond, continuing the trail of your lips to ease his worry. All of the sudden his arms beneath you are gone, and you’re falling. You gasp out of surprise, eyes shooting open, and then your back meets the soft surface of the bed.

‘You’re a jerk. Could’ve warned me at least.’ You pout.

He smiles cheekily while crawling over you to meet your lips again, ‘No time for that, baby.’ He pulls your shirt over your head, and then his lips are back on yours. He’s kissing you slowly like he has no plans of going anywhere.

Jungkook isn’t a fan of quickies, always taking his time showing you how much he loves you. Jungkook is trailing kisses down your chest, making his way toward the waistband of your shorts. He nips the skin of your abdomen and then soothes over the mark with a swipe of his tongue and a quick kiss, his way of leaving marks that won’t last as long as love bites.

Above you Jungkook is struggling to keep it together. He’s trying his hardest not to combust from excitement and pure adortion. The way you were so accepting of his career and all that came with being an idol, including impromptu camping trips and even more impromptu lives, just makes him love you even more.

Before he met you, he’d come to accept the idea that he might never find someone he wanted to be with forever. It sounds dramatic, but past dating attempts have left him hopeless for future relationships. Girls were upset that he couldn’t always make time for them, or that he might be out of the country for months at a time. He knows he isn’t perfect and forgets anniversaries if schedules get too busy, and he might not always have the time to be there for birthdays.

You, however, have taken everything in stride. Accepting his flaws and the inconvenient aspects of his job with your head held high. You’re always there when he gets off of work at ungodly hours, and always ready to answer the phone in the middle of the night when he’s on the other side of the world. So, when he has time like today, he loves to just admire you, and show you how much with each and every kiss and touch.

Your shorts are long gone, and when he’s going to spread your legs to lay between them, you reach forward and tug the hem of his shirt over his head. You trail your hands down his pecs, tracing the lines and contours of his torso. After a moment of admiring his chest, you glance up to meet his eyes, and he’s smiling down at you. It’s not a cocky smile, just a sweet one.

‘Lay back, jagi.’ After following his orders, Jungkook lays on his stomach between your parted legs. He props your thighs up on his shoulders, and then he makes eye contact with you while he licks a slow stripe from your opening to your clit. He watches you as you close your eyes and throw your arm out to grasp the sheets between your fingers. Jungkook loves nothing more than getting to just give you endless amounts of pleasure. He wraps his lips around your clit and his fingers make their way to your entrance. He slides two in, knowing you like a little bit of burn when he’s stretching you out.

‘So good for me baby.’ He’s tracing figure eights on your clit with the tip of his tongue and curling his fingers inside of you just right.

You’re overcome with the sensation of Jungkook between your legs. Reaching down to curl your fingers into his hair, you lightly grind your hips up into his face.

‘That’s right baby, fuck my face.’ He flattens his tongue and shakes his head back and forth, letting more spit fall from his mouth. The sounds he’s making are obscene, fingers squelching inside of you and spit-slicked tongue slurping obnoxiously against you.

Jungkook is out of his mind with the scene of you using his face to get off. The tightness in his pants is unbearable, and he’s started to grind against the bed below him, hips thrusting to provide some relief. He can feel that you're getting closer, the movements of your hips are getting jerkier and more desperate.

‘Go on baby, come on my tongue and fingers.’ The coil in the pit of your stomach is getting tighter and tighter, pleasure building to new heights. The combination of Jungkook’s mouth and fingers helps you approach the end quickly. It’s when you look down to see his eyes closed and hips grinding on the bed, harsh breaths leaving his chest, that the coil snaps. Your grip in his hair pushes his face into your pussy, bucking against him. Your hips move up so that your clit brushes against his nose, and the solid pressure in your most sensitive spot helps you ride out your climax. His fingers are still inside of you when you finish, gently helping you along, but they stop when the grip you have on his hair loosens and your hips stop moving. He lifts his head when your legs fall off of his shoulders to be met with you lying back, eyes closed, and chest moving rapidly.

When you open your eyes, you’re met with the sight of him staring at you.

‘What?’ You ask him. He starts to move up your body, but he pauses when he’s level with your chest.

‘I didn’t even get to play with these.’ he mumbles, leaning down to take your nipple into his mouth.

‘Yah, not so fast. Jesus you’re insatiable.’ You mumble after pushing his head away from your sensitive nipples. Your grip stays on his jaw, and your thumb traces his bottom lip and then pokes the mole underneath. Jungkook turns his head into your hand, enjoying your touch. Then, you pull him so his lips meet yours once more. His hips press against yours, and you can feel how hard he is for you beneath his pants. Your hands trace down his sides, and then meet at the button of his pants. Your fingers work quickly to undo the zipper and push them down his hips. Once his pants are off, boxers gone along with them, you push at his hip

‘Sit back Koo, I wanna suck you off.’ You hum, mouth watering at the thought of having him in your throat. He groans, ‘I really really want you to, but I won’t last jagi.’ He laughs slightly embarrassed.

‘What’s wrong with that Koo?’ You smirk at him, ‘I love when you cum down my throat.’

He groans again, pushing your face away with his hand and taking a deep breath, ‘You have to stop talking like that or I’m gonna cum in my pants.’ He laughs.

‘You’re not wearing any pants.’ You point out with a smirk.

‘You’re so funny’ He quips, unamused. He leans down and kisses you, halting your teasing, and you break away to whisper against his ear, ‘How do you want me, Koo?’ He groans, and his hips stutter against yours, and he decides against scolding you for your dirty talk and instead simply answers, ‘Hands and knees jagi.’

You laugh at his shy answer, ‘You’re such an ass man, Kook.’ Nonetheless you turn over getting into the position he requested. Apparently you’re too far up the bed because you let out a squeal as he wraps his hands around your waist to pull you toward the foot of the bed so he can stand behind you.

‘I’m so lucky, Jagi.’ Jungkook says under his breath. His hands are kneading your ass cheeks. Pulling and patting, watching them ripple back into place. You let him, knowing this is one of the rare occasions he’s bold enough to request one of his favorite positions.

You’re expecting him to start to ease into you when he flips you onto your back. You look up at him in surprise, ‘What happened to hands and knees?’ You ask him and give him a kiss to punctuate the question.

‘Changed my mind.’ He mumbles against your lips. ‘Wanna kiss you.’

It’s hard to ignore the way your stomach flips at the statement, and instead of saying anything, you give him what he wants.

He reaches down to grab the base of his cock. He gives himself a quick stroke, hips stuttering in sensitivity. He bites his lip at the feeling of friction against his cock. He lines up with your entrance, glancing up to make sure you’re still okay, before pushing in slowly.

You watch as his eyes roll into the back of his head at the sensation of your walls wrapped around his cock. He whines low in his throat, trying to keep the noises at bay but failing after being worked up for so long. He bottoms out, pelvis pressed flat against yours. You watch as he takes a deep breath, trying so hard to resist the urge to thrust into you recklessly.

You wrap your hips around his waist, pushing his hips impossibly tighter against yours.

‘You feel so good, Jagi.’ His voice is strained, and his cheeks are flushed, eyes closed and basking in the feeling.

Sex with Jungkook is one of the most amazing experiences, because he doesn’t just have sex. He gets so overwhelmed by the pleasure that it’s almost too much for him, and watching as he relaxes and lets himself feel good is one of the most attractive things to you.

He’s slowly fucking into you, taking time to enjoy the way you feel around him.

Reaching up to wrap one arm behind his neck, you prop yourself off the bed slightly with the other arm, and then you push your hips up into his to fuck yourself on his cock. The reaction from Jungkook is instantaneous. His hips stutter from their previous pace before pushing all the way into the hilt. Jungkook’s hands grab your hips to stop you from moving.

‘You can’t do that or this will be over way too soon.’ He laughs, but you can see how much he was affected. The muscles in his abdomen are quivering, and he’s bright red all over with sweat collecting along his hairline. After taking a breath, Jungkook slowly drags his cock back out and then slams back inside of you, pushing you up the bed with the force of his thrust. He hammers into you at a rapid pace the sound of his hips slapping against yours are only accompanied by his grunts and your babbling of his name. He leans over you, chest pressed against yours and kisses you, tongue tracing along your bottom lip and giving it a slight nip.

Jungkook knows you too well, and when your hips start to twitch against his, he reaches down and rubs your bundle of nerves with his thumb, helping you toward your orgasm.

‘Jungkook.’ you moan, hand reaching out to find purchase on his shoulder as you grow closer and closer to finishing.

‘Kook’ you mumble, ‘kiss’

He looks down at you and smiles, ‘Always gonna kiss my girl.’ And then his lips are meeting yours. His thrusts are getting hard, filling you up perfectly, and the combination of his fingers, cock, and lips push you over the edge. You cry out as your orgasm washes over you.

Jungkook is so close. He knows you could tell before, but the clenching of your walls around his cock is pushing him toward the edge. His pace falters as he tries to keep going, but his attempt is fruitless. He makes sure to fuck you through your orgasm before he starts up the brutal pace again.

‘I’m gonna cum babe.’ he pants out against your lips.

‘Gonna fill me up Kook?’ You ask him. Jungkook grunts back his response,

‘I’m gonna fill you up so good, maybe even fuck a baby into you.’ He’s too far gone to think about what he’s saying, and you’re momentarily surprised. This is the first time Jungkook has brought this up, but you can see how turned on he is, so you decided to go along with it.

‘Yeah? You’re gonna fuck a baby in me? Fuck me so good I get pregnant?’

That’s the final straw for Jungkook, the thoughts running through his head of you pregnant with his kid, tits swollen with milk have him too worked up, and with no warning he’s cumming. His hips stutter as the first few spurts come out, and the noises he’s letting out are mixtures of your name, groans, and ‘baby.’ He pushes into you one last time as hard as he can, shaking with the force of his orgasm before his arms promptly give out under him and he flops down on top of you.

You both sit quietly for a while, running your fingers through his hair and just enjoying each other’s presence.

‘I think I almost died.’ He says against your chest after a moment. He smiles when he feels you shaking with laughter underneath him.

‘So you wanna knock me up huh?’ He groans and buries his face deeper into your sternum, trying to avoid eye contact. You’re laughing even harder now.

‘Where’d that come from Kook?’ You nudge him from where he’s trying to hide.

His eyes meet yours, and he shrugs ‘Just a horny fantasy.’ He mumbles. ‘For now.’

‘Ok well you keep fantasizing while you let me up so I don’t get your cum all over the bed. We have to sleep here tonight.’ He rolls over onto his back next you so you can get up, and he watches you walk into the bathroom. His mind is no longer clouded by you, and now all he can think about is what he has been planning to do tonight.

. . .

Later after being live when Jungkook posts a picture of the beach, Army will never know that they helped him calm down for the biggest moment of his life. Because just next to where he drew hearts and letters into the sand, he got onto one knee and asked the most amazing and supportive girlfriend he’s ever had to be his wife.

And maybe, just maybe, he’s a few steps closer to that horny fantasy becoming reality.

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thecameronchronicles · 2 years

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Domestic

TW: Smut. Mommy kink. Breeding. Daddy kink. Degrading Kink.

SUMMARY: A simple act of domestic bliss sends Rafe desperate to make you a mommy…

WORD COUNT: 1600

*REQUESTED*

Anonymous asked:

omg ok i was thinking of this while looking at your masterlists! do you think you could write something where reader is engaged to Rafe and she's making dinner for his parents and he wants to make her a mom? (daddy kink, degrading, breeding kink, etc) Thank you!! :) (btw i love your work)

*THANK YOU SO MUCH! I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS!*

Domestic

“Three tablespoons of butter and a dash of salt…” You read the recipe from your phone, turning in every other direction to keep everything in order. The aromatic vegetables would be stirred every so often, steamed to perfection as the florets of broccoli would fall apart once penetrated with a fork. The ham lined with pineapple and a homemade glaze, memorized from your mother having embedded it within your mind since you could first remember the recipe and hold a spatula, would be at the cusp of turning that perfect golden brown. And finally, the blueberry cobbler, a favorite to Rafe’s father, and your soon-to-be father-in-law, was in preparation for the oven once the main dish would be removed and set to be replaced.

But where you were this perfectionist, so much so that it often put you at odds against your fiance as he was was more of a procrastinator, his eyes were fixated on you from the distant analysis he held in you as he had emerged from his home office once smelling the meal he was due to consume in less than an hour. Yet, he would find the most mouthwatering detail to be that of you draped in a perfect summer dress that taunted him in its perfection.

“Rafe…” You teased as his lips fell at your shoulder and his grip was around your hips, taking you to the island still wearing the evidence of your homemade crust.

“You were made for this…” He explained while pushing you into the ledge of the counter, insinuating a double meaning by both the actions of a housewife you’d already showcased as well as the presence of his cock, indicating your purpose was to pleasure him this way as well.

“They’re going to be here in less than…” You turned towards the oven to check the clock as he would use this turn of your head to deepen his lips to that curve of your neck, your favorite spot for him to savor you.

“You look so beautiful like this…Cooking…Flour on your cheek and a skirt making it so easy for me to do this…” He explained while pulling the fabric upwards enough to reveal your naked hips.

“And it looks like you know exactly what I need, don’t you, baby? Hmmm? Or are you just THAT much of a whore for me?” The truth was, it was a bit of both. You knew whenever you’d wear a skirt that he would be pleasantly surprised to find your lack of panties awaiting his seeking fingertips, but you also knew that he managed to make you alter from the innocuous girl you once were into the harlot of a woman he made you into exclusively for him.

“I can’t wait to be married to you-”

“Only a few more months…” You spoke excitedly, still drawn more into his lips to your neck than the fixation of his words, but the idea of being “Mrs Rafe Cameron” having always thrilled you to tear you from any other focus.

“I can’t wait that long-”

“For what?” You chuckled as he suddenly pulled you over the counter, skirt fisted behind your back as his second hand moved to your hair, lifting you just high enough so he could make out your expressions as you turned to him.

“I’m gonna breed you, sweetheart-”

“Rafe!”

“Takes nine months, right? Nobody would even know as you smiled for those pictures looking so beautiful in that white dress, undeserving of it because you’re anything but fucking innocent…Nobody knowing you’re stuffed with my baby, soon to be swollen so I can take care of you…massage you…mmm…” He growled at the devilish thoughts on broadcast across his mind.

Of course, you’d thought about this with him, you wouldn’t be marrying him if it wasn’t a conversation you’d had. But this soon? So soon after being married? It wasn’t a car you could switch once you got bored or wanted something new. It was a lifelong commitment that was bigger than even marriage because that could be annulled or separated, even ending in divorce. But a child…it meant being bound forever, no matter what.

“Don’t you want me to make you a mommy, baby? Your tits are gonna get so big-”

“Rafe!”

“So I can suck on them…Make ‘em feel good for you…” He kneaded the sensitive flesh now, pulling his palms beneath the fabric of your dress and exposing them to the air.

“Every night, giving you baths were not an inch of your skin is untouched…”

“We should talk about this after dinner…Have an actual conversation about it-”

“No. Seeing you work that pretty little ass off all day…wearing this dress-without panties, because you’re such a fucking whore, you want this just as badly as I do…” He pulled you only by your cheek to face him, his cock teasing your folds as your eyes fluttered to remain open.

“Unless I’m wrong. Unless you don’t want to have my baby…”

“I do, Rafe…” You were suddenly forced back over the counter, his cock silencing any further words beyond that of your agreement.

“You wouldn’t be walking around without panties unless you wanted this…Playing innocent in this little dress…baking pies and setting out our best silverware…And I want them to sit around that table, completely unaware you’re stuffed with my cum…Just waiting for it to give me what I want…”

“Rafe…” You groaned as he held you by your shoulder, harsh thrusts taking you to and from his waist, his depth incomparable and distracting enough to forget of the recipes swirling in your head from the beginning of the morning or even how anybody from a gardener to the mail man could walk before the window of the kitchen. All that mattered was pleasing him.

“Tell me you want it, baby-”

“I want it! Rafe…” He paused, suddenly turning you to face him. He would threaten his cock against you once again, this time doing so as your legs were pulled to the edge of the counter so once he would penetrate, it would be deep enough to hit THAT spot for you.

“Call me what I want to hear…you know what it is-you know what I want.”

“Daddy…” You spoke the word almost with a chuckle as he would thrust harshly into you, your body pulling into a recline over the surface of the kitchen counter, your fingers wrapped in desperation around the ledge, as he pounded into you.

“Feel how deep I am inside you, baby? No way you’ll get out of this without being pregnant!”

“Yes, Ra-Daddy! Please give me your baby!”

“This poor baby has a whore for a mommy…But daddy can help make her behave, can’t I?”

“Yes!”

“Good…Gotta be a good mentor…gotta show our kid how to be, right?”

“Rafe!” He stilled his motions, a grip to your neck pulling your back off of the counter.

“That’s not my fucking name. I don’t want to hurt you, baby…so call me what I want to hear.”

“Sorry, daddy.” Your eyes fell hollow with lust as he would nod wickedly.

“Good girl…Good fucking girl…Now you want me to come? Hmm? You want my babies inside you?”

“YES! DADDY, PLEASE!” You groaned through clenched teeth as he pulled your legs higher over his shoulders, ankles crossed as he looked down to how beautiful a sight you had been for him. Willing to be fucked for him, filled with his release, and his in every sense.

“Gonna be so fucking pretty all swollen with me…but the best part is keeping you stuffed with all of my cum so you’ll get pregnant for sure…”

“Yes! Come inside me, daddy! I wanna feel it-”

“Then fuck me back…you wanna be a mommy? Gotta work for it a bit, yeah?” You did what you could with your angle, working towards him as he would accept you with conviction, assisting more than his words suggested he would, before you were trembling under him and he was holding you tight to where not even a hair could be placed between you.

“You’re gonna take it for me like a good little whore, right? Gonna sit there at dinner tonight so full of me, just waiting for it to make you pregnant for me?”

“Yes, daddy…”

“Good girl-gonna be a good little wife, and the best mommy-”

“Please…say it again.”

“Mommy?’ You nodded, biting your bottom lip as he would kiss you deeply, the final action before you would feel him inside of you, the familiar ribbons of warmth coating your walls, before he would slowly pull out from you.

“Fuck, sweetheart…” As he looked at your pussy dripping him towards the counter, he was quick to set his fingers to its descent, “Gotta keep every last drop in there…might have to put some panites on-just this once…” But you would shake your head.

“Still gonna be a whore today?” You nodded.

“If it comes out, it just means you’ll have to fuck me again.”

“You don’t think I planned on it? Hmph? Now since we’re on the same page for a baby…You’re gonna be so fucking sore, baby…I’m so tempted to cancel this dinner and take you on that table-”

“Rafe…”

“But I want you to wait…Because you’re too greedy…” He smacked your ass, stealing a blueberry from the counter, and leaving you to finish the dinner, wondering if you were going to be welcoming a little Cameron in nine months time…

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