#there's a giant add for a dress i saw before

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Hello there ! I'm such a big fan of your work and i wanted to know if you could please write about azriel x plus size reader (cause curvy Queens deserves that giant bat too) ? Maybe something about her having insecurities BC azriel IS surrounded by beautiful slim women and she think that hes's in love with one of them until they're in a fight and he confesse his love to reader. AT first she can't believe it but she goes to cassian who's like "are you seriously that blind? He loved you the moment he looked a you ???" And then you Can add Smut were he workships her, i won't be against it (only if you're confortable with it obviously)

Big thanks for all your work and i looove you !!

Sorry, this took a moment. 🫧🤍

Picture perfect

In a way, you always felt like a misfit. It wasn’t only because of your looks. If you were to be frank you didn’t nitpick at yourself till others started throwing comments here and there. Planting these tiny seeds in your brain. Ones that bloomed it obstructed your vision, altering it in ways that made you cower in the big crowds of people. Made you avoid parties. Made you blind to so many other things.

Your saving grace for a long while had been Azriel. A childhood best friend who had seen you at your worst and stuck through it. So you felt comfortable with him. And even if he wasn’t big on speaking or voicing his opinion. One thing he never missed was completing you. You had always brushed it off. He was a spymaster after all. So, what if he noticed that you colored your hair slightly? Or curled it in another way. Or that you bought a different style of dress. Or got a new perfume. Rhys paid him to be observant, right? It was that until he had sat you down by the river one evening. And blurted out that he liked you while falling over every other word.

“No, you don’t”, you had whispered. “What do you mean, no, I don’t?”, he had pulled back in confusion. “As friends yes but not like… romantically”, you shrugged. Considering that you had fully convinced yourself that he would never fall for you. Not when he could have anyone. “Yn, I know how I feel and so that means that I like you”, Azriel said more firmly as you let out a low laugh, “Why are you doing this?”, you moved to stand up. “Doing what? Yn, if you don’t feel…”, he had moved to stand up but you were already stepping back from him. “I saw you with Sybile by the fountain today, don’t play games with me because I’m an ugly duckling”, you had hissed at him. Leaving him standing there all confused.

And now for the past week, you had done everything to avoid him. Feeling your heart ache more and more now that he wasn’t there to lean on. So your days were spent mopping over the past as you looked out the window till it got pitch black and you forced yourself to crawl into bed.

“Okay, I physically cannot take any more of this”, Cassian had strolled into the house of wind. A box of your favorite pastries in one of his hands. “Then I don’t know why you are here”, you huffed turning away from him. “I’m here because I apparently having the biggest brain out of the two of you”, he chirped, turning your chair so you would face him. “I highly doubt it”, you crossed your arms over your chest as you looked up at him. The general only smirked, he was used to tough bickering with Nesta.

“I will put this very simply”, Cassian said before shoving a donut into his mouth. “Azriel had been an ass. You had been up here for the past week”, he said with crumbs falling from his mouth, making you grimace.

“Can’t you chew and…”, “Shh”, he waved a powdered sugar-covered finger at you. “Now… You know why all of that happened?”, he asked as if you were a toddler. “Yes, Cass, I know. We fought”, you grumbled. But the general only made a dissatisfied boo. “You two are like that because you like each other but your head is more up your ass than his was”, Cassian clicked his fingers.

“That is not true”, you argued, tearing a part of an apple tart. “What’s keeping you from saying yes to him?”, now this hit you harder than you thought, making you stare up at him for a split second. You knew there was no point in lying. This man would sense a lie before it had a chance to leave your mouth.

“I’m not his type”, you muttered under your breath, already feeling your insecurities bubbling. “I would call that bullshit”, Cassian leaned back. “Cass, he dated goddesses. Slim. Tall. Everything sculpted with so much effort”, you grunted, “And then look at me. Ass, tits, I ain’t no size zero”. Cassian tilted his head to the side, “I fail to see a single bad thing in the way you just described yourself”. “Not funny, Cassian”, you grumbled, “I am not making fun of you same goes for Azriel. Do you know that he had been planning to tell you for the last two months? And I caught him vomiting right after dinner because he was way too nervous”, each of the generals words hit you like a blow. Azriel had planned it? Wasn’t a wimp? Wasn’t just a joke. He wanted to… “He’s been an angry little cloud”, Cassian chuckled, “And I think you should take him out of his misery because I know that you feel the same”.

You practically ran through the townhouse. Slipping steps in your way as you rushed to Azriel’s office. Practically falling through the door. Azriel was out of his chair in a hurry. Worry is written all over his face. “Has something happened? Have you been hurt?”, he asked frantically looking you over. You probably didn’t look too put together now that you had run like a maniac to get to him. You shook his head, “I had to see you, had to apologize”, you breathed out, “for the river”. Azriel’s shoulders sagged, “You have nothing to apologize for, I’m not here trying to make you like me”. You let out a painful sigh, “Azriel but I do like you it’s just…”, your voice fell silent for a moment, “I just don’t see why you would like someone like me”, you muttered looking down on yourself.

Azriel frowned, “What is that supposed to mean?”. You looked up at him, meeting his eyes, “Well, don’t you want someone like Sybile, a perfect blond with two symmetrical breasts and no…”, “I will stop you right here”, Azriel cut in, stepping closer to you, cupping your cheek. “If I wanted to cuddle a bag of bones, I would go to the cave up the mountain”, he pointed out, making your eyes shoot out, “Az”, hissed. “I love you first for who you are and you come with extra assets to love. Not that I look at your breast when you wash linens in the river or anything”, Azriel shrugged as you hit his chest playfully, “Pervert”, you muttered. Feeling your lips curve upwards slightly. “I don’t measure my love for you in your weight or looks. And even if I did, it would just mean that I have more love for you”, “When did you turn into such a sweet lovey boy?”, you tilted your head to the side before giving it a little shake. “Just found this picture-perfect girl, she kind of made me fall head over heels for her”, Azriel muttered, before leaning in to kiss you softly.

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[rubyreduji]

of boobs and basses — ljh

summary: jihoon gets to meet his favorite rockstar, things only go up from there

tags: smut (minors dni!), fluff, idol!woozi, rockstar!reader warnings: smoking, explicit sex, multiple smut scenes, multiple orgasms, praise, fingering, biting and marking, oral, cum swallowing, finger sucking, spanking, hair pulling, creampie, crying, choking, squirting, over stimulation wc: 13.3k an: yes the reader and her band are based off of maneskin and vic de angelis. yes there is plot (but also a fair amount of smut ok). yes i love the banner thank you for noticing. here’s the playlist for this fic

Jihoon hates flying. Not because he hates traveling or because he’s afraid of heights, no he just finds it boring. Luckily he has WiFi and he can put his headphones on and sleep through the flight.

He’s sitting next to Seokmin who seems just as restless as Jihoon is, though Jihoon is a bit better at covering it up.

“Hyung, what are you listening to?” Seokmin leans over to try and look at Jihoon’s phone. His phone displays that he’s listening to Backseat Sex by LADYKILLER. “Oh, that’s the band with that girl you’re obsessed with. The one with the boobs.”

The words out of Seokmin’s mouth make Jihoon blush and he snatches his phone away. Seokmin isn't exactly wrong though.

Y/N L/N. Bassist for the rock band LADYKILLER. Jihoon may have a giant crush on you.

You and your band are well known for your ‘edgy’ image and your sexual stage presence. It’s not uncommon to see you on stage sporting nothing but pasties and a fishnet top. Sometimes no pasties at all. It seems these days he can’t even go on Twitter without seeing clips of you performing on stage topless, not that Jihoon minds.

That’s not why Jihoon has a crush on you though. You write most of your band’s songs, and to Jihoon nothing is more attractive than someone who understands music. You also just seem like a cool person, based off of interviews you’ve done and your fan interaction Jihoon has seen on social media. The way you handle fame is very different from how idols do, he likes seeing how free you are with your self expression.

Your music isn’t normally something Jihoon would like, but he saw one of your guys’ performances on Twitter and has been hooked since. Your stage presence is incredible and the chemistry of your group adds to that.

“Hyung this music is really…intense,” Seokmin says to Jihoon. Jihoon isn’t sure how much time has passed since Seokmin last spoke to him but when Jihoon looks over he can see that Seokmin has his earbuds in, listening to one of your songs.

Ex-Fling, off of your Razor Sharp Rampage album. It’s one of Jihoon’s favorite albums. 

“You really enjoy this stuff?” Seokmin asks.

Jihoon flushes a bit, “Yeah. Their lyrics are good.”

Seokmin gives him a skeptical look. “If you say so, hyung.”

As soon as the plane lands in New York, the boys are swept away to the Radio City Music Hall. The VMAs aren’t until tomorrow, but Seventeen is scheduled to do their rehearsals today.

“You guys are a bit early, so you can just wait around and we’ll call you when we’re ready,” one of the stage managers tells the group before running off.

The boys break off to go kill some time but Jihoon stays backstage, watching the way everyone runs around getting things ready. Jihoon’s eyes scan the area around him, looking to see who else is performing tomorrow night. He sees mostly backstage hands until his eyes land on one certain person and Jihoon feels his jaw drop a bit.

This cannot be real.

Jihoon feels like he can’t breathe. This has to be some kind of hallucination or something because there is no way this is actually happening to him.

Y/N L/N. Twenty feet away from him. Dressed in cut off shorts and a tank top. Jihoon’s mouth goes dry.

He’s not sure why he’s so surprised. This is one of the biggest music events in America, and you are a popular American musician. Still, even if he was expecting you to be here, he didn’t expect you to be here. In the same vicinity as him. Even thinking about it makes Jihoon’s ears turn red. He feels like a flustered school boy again.

He was just talking about you to Seokmin and now here you are, right in front of him, looking like a dream. Jihoon gets embarrassed just thinking about how many times he’s stared at photos and videos of you. 

You turn in the direction Jihoon is standing and your eyes light up when you see him. You start to walk towards him and Jihoon can feel his heart thumping in his skull. Surely you’re not walking over to him.

“Oh my god, you’re Woozi!”

You know who he is. Jihoon wants to pass out.

“I’m a fan of your work. I’m not usually a big K-Pop fan, but I like your stuff. Especially the solo you put out. Ruby? That was sick,” you tell him. “Sorry, I’m Y/N. Bassist for LADYKILLER.”

“I-I know,” Jihoon says. He’s thankful Vernon has been helping him brush up on his English. Too bad Vernon can’t help him with how shaky his voice sounds. “I’m also a fan.”

This seems to shock you a bit and an intrigued look crosses your face. “Oh yeah? That’s cool to hear.”

“Y/N! Come on, we’ve got soundchecks!” Jihoon looks over to see one of your bandmates (Tommy, the drummer) calling for you. A bit of dejection fills Jihoon. He wanted to talk with you more.

“Ah, sorry Woozi. It was nice meeting you. I’ll see you later!” You wave goodbye to the idol before running off towards Tommy. It isn’t until you’re out of sight that Jihoon realizes he didn’t say bye back.

“Jihoon-ah! Where have you been?” His members bombard him when he finds them waiting in a green room.

“I-I think I just met the love of my life,” Jihoon mutters.

Everyone looks at him a bit incredulously. It’s Seungcheol who finally speaks up. “What do you mean Jihoon?”

“She’s here, and I talked to her. Y/N.” Jihoon feels like he’s in a trance.

“Yo, from LADYKILLER? I love that band!” It’s Vernon who says this. Of course Vernon likes the rock band with the hot bassist who’s boobs are always on display. That’s so Vernon.

“The girl who’s always showing off her tits?” Soonyoung asks. They’d get canceled so fast if the Carats heard them talking like this.

“Stop saying that about her!” Jihoon’s face is probably red as a tomato right now.

“Is it…not the truth?”

“What girl is showing off her boobs?”

Jihoon wants to curl up in a ball and die.

“Jihoon-hyung has a crush on the bassist from the rock band LADYKILLER. Y/N L/N. Her band does a lot of nude stuff,” Vernon finally explains. “Their music is sick as fuck, but probably not in any of your guys’ taste.” 

“She’s so pretty,” Jihoon mumbles.

“I hope I get to meet them too,” Vernon says. “James is so cool.” James. The guitarist. Jihoon thinks that he would get along well with Vernon.

The other members are all still staring at Jihoon and he wishes they would stop. Yes, he has a crush on a girl who is always topless. Can they please move on.

As if saved by the bell, a voice comes on one of the speakers.

“Seventeen please report to the stage. Seventeen please report to the stage.”

The boys all move to get to the stage, right as your band is finishing up. You wave at Jihoon when you see them approaching and shoot him a wink before following your band off the stage. And yeah, that definitely does things to Jihoon.

For the rest of the day and into the next Jihoon can’t stop thinking about you. He spends his whole night rewatching every one of your music videos, every interview you’ve done, and all the videos Jihoon has saved of your performances from when you were on tour last year. He might have an obsession.

Jihoon would probably have spent the whole morning doing the same too if he wasn’t taken to get ready for the award show. When the group gets to the venue they’re bombarded with cameras but once they get past those they are able to take their seats. Jihoon’s eyes scan the area quickly to see if he can spot your band, but he comes up short.

Soon the actual award show is starting and Jihoon doesn’t pay much attention to most of the awards, other than clapping when he should and noticing a few of his favorite artists when they come up in nominations or when they do their acceptance speeches.

When the time comes Jihoon gets up and goes backstage before their performance. He gets mic'd and then they’re being lined up to go out on stage. As much as Jihoon loves performing, he always finds it a bit strange to perform for people who aren’t Carats.

Jihoon does know that there is one Carat in the audience, so he dedicates his performance to you. The song goes too quickly for Jihoon’s liking and he thinks about how he can’t wait to be on stage with Carats again as soon as he can.

After their performance a few more awards are given, and Seventeen wins the award for the Best K-Pop and Joshua does all of the taking, as per usual.

Jihoon’s focus is lost again, until the announcer says a band name catches his attention.

“Next up to the stage with their hit single ‘Bruised Knees’: LADYKILLER!” The lights on the stage come up to reveal your band standing there.

Jihoon feels like a bit of a pervert from the way his cock twitches in his pants the second he lays eyes on you. You’re dressed in shiny black thigh high boots, a pleated mini skirt with a few chains and belts over it, and a button up shirt that only covers your shoulders and arms. Necklaces adorn your neck and dip down between your breasts that are out in the open. The only thing conserving any of your modesty is the silver star-shaped covers on your nipples. 

Attached to your body is your iconic bass guitar. It’s sleek in a dark blue color. The rest of your band gifted it to you right before your first tour. You look good with it. If Jihoon is being honest you look like sex on a stick and he’s doing everything in his power not to pop a boner right now.

You have a smirk on your face and Jihoon swears you’re staring directly at him. You continue to stare at Jihoon throughout the whole song, which is about rough sex and giving head, like most of LADYKILLER’s songs are about. The songs that you write.

The special thing about your song ‘Bruised Knees’ is that it’s sung by your lead singer, Luka, but also you, with you singing the second verse and the bridge and sharing the chorus with Luka. The rasp in your voice goes straight to Jihoon’s cock and he really hopes that you (or anyone else) can’t notice. 

You usually do backing vocals on the songs, but it’s rare for you to get your own part of the song and maybe Jihoon is biased but he definitely thinks you should sing more. Or maybe not because it’s really turning Jihoon on and he is in public and has a reputation to upkeep. 

When you’re done with your song you wink at Jihoon again and yeah, Jihoon really is screwed because how is it possible someone can look so good. 

By the end of the night your band wins both Best Alternative and Group of the Year. During both of your acceptance speeches Jihoon can’t pull his eyes away from you or the grin you have on your face.

When the award ceremony finally ends everyone is left to mingle. Most of Seventeen goes to greet some of the other K-Pop groups in attendance, but before Jihoon can join them, you’re approaching him with James in tow.

“Hey Woozi! Congrats on your award. This is my bandmate, James, he was wondering if he could meet Vernon?”

Before Jihoon can even respond, Vernon pipes up from behind him. “Yo! You’re James from LADYKILLER! Huge fan of your work man!” Vernon and James quickly engage in a conversation and Jihoon thinks it’s a little funny how similar the two are.

“Your performance was very good,” Jihoon tells you.

“Oh, wow, thanks! You guys too! I’ve seen videos of you guys performing, but seeing it live is a whole new experience. You guys are amazing.”

“Says the winner of Group of the Year.”

You scoff a bit embarrassed. You decide to change the topic. “Are you guys going to the after party?”

“After party?”

“Yeah. It’s basically an excuse for a bunch of musicians to get drunk together and do stupid shit. I’m only going because Tommy wanted to, but it would be cool to see you there. Your whole group too. No big deal if you don’t, but it would be nice to talk more.”

“Ah, yeah, maybe,” Jihoon says. He says maybe but he has already made up his mind that he is going to be there, even if he has to drag Vernon to go with him. There is no way he’s going to miss out on a chance to talk to you.

Vernon doesn’t take any dragging as he happily accepts to join, as it’s more chance for him to talk to the rest of your band. Joshua also decides to tag along with the promise to Seungcheol that no one’s going to get into any trouble.

Once inside the building, it’s clear this is a full on party. The air smells like alcohol and a wide variety of celebrities stand around talking to each other or dancing to the music. It doesn’t take long for James to find Jihoon, Vernon, and Joshua.

He shoots a smirk at Jihoon before telling him, “Y/N’s out on the balcony if you want to find her.” With that he leaves with Vernon and Joshua in tow. 

Jihoon isn’t sure how to take the interaction and if James is giving him a hint or not. Either way Jihoon slips through all of the bodies in the room before finding his way to the balcony. There are a few people milling around but it isn’t hard to find you.

You’re still in your outfit from earlier and you’re standing talking to another guy who’s very close to you. A cigarette is placed between your fingers and Jihoon stares as you wrap your lips around it to take a drag. The way the smoke leaves your lips and blows into the guy’s face is…quite sexy to Jihoon.

Your eyes flit away from the guy for a second and land on Jihoon. Your face lights up as soon as you see him and you quickly leave the guy to approach Jihoon. 

“Woozi! You came!” You smell like cigarette smoke and perfume and Jihoon has never been super into smoking, but the smell is intoxicating coming off of you.

“Jihoon,” Jihoon blurts out.

“What?”

“Call me Jihoon, please.”

You grin. “Okay Jihoon. Are you here alone?”

“Vernon and Joshua are here, but they’re talking to your band.”

“Ah, I see. Well then I guess you’re stuck here with me.” You send him a teasing smirk before taking another drag of your cigarette. The guy you were talking to earlier seems to realize you’re done with him and he shoots a glare at Jihoon before walking back into the building. 

You lean against the railing of the balcony and look at Jihoon with a sultry look. You look so damn good right now in your stage outfit with your cigarette placed between your fingers and the moonlight shining down on you. Jihoon is glad he’s outside because he’s already having trouble breathing and he’s sure it would be worse inside.

“So Jihoon,” you reach to grab his wrist and pull him closer, “what’s a big time K-Pop idol like you doing liking a nasty band like mine?” His skin tingles under the touch of your warm hand against his wrist and he wants to remember this feeling forever.

“I uhm…” Jihoon’s face is hot as he tries to figure out what to say to you. “I saw a video of you guys performing and I enjoyed it. I enjoy how you write all of your songs.”

“Oh? What video was it?” There’s a teasing tone to your voice and Jihoon knows what you’re insinuating. Yes, the video he watched did include you topless. But he swears that wasn’t what interested him. Before he can sputter out an answer, you laugh. “I’m teasing you. I’m well aware of the…allure of my band.” 

Jihoon wants to tell you that he thinks you’re more than just all of the sex appeal but before he can form the words he gets distracted. You’re staring at him intently, your eyes focused on his face. 

“Y/N?”

“Can I tell you a secret?” Jihoon nods. “It’s a little embarrassing to admit, but I kind of have a crush on you.”

Jihoon freezes. Did he hear that right? You, Y/N L/N, have a crush on Jihoon? 

“Ah, I knew that was weird to admit,” you mumble after Jihoon doesn’t respond. 

“No, no, I have a crush on you too!” Jihoon blurts out. 

“O-oh!”

“I’ve been so nervous every time you’ve talked to me,” Jihoon tells you. He’s still nervous. His heart feels like it’s about to burst out of his chest. 

“That’s…so flattering, oh my god. You’re just so talented and cool and pretty. You’re so pretty,” you say. 

Jihoon grins. “I think you’re prettier.” 

“I- I like that,” you whisper. “I’m really only called hot or sexy, so pretty is nice.” 

“You’re beautiful to me Y/N.” Jihoon reaches out to tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear. “I think I’m going to die if I don’t kiss you right now.” 

You quickly stub out your cigarette before grabbing Jihoon’s hand. “Not here.” 

You pull him back inside and you two weave between people before going deeper into the building, away from the crowd. You and Jihoon find an empty hallway and you stop and face Jihoon. His hand is still clamped together with yours as you two stare at each other.

“You can uh, you can kiss me now,” you tell him in a soft voice.

“Okay.”

Jihoon hesitates, just for a second, before leaning in and capturing your lips with his. Jihoon swears that sparks fly the second your lips touch. The kiss starts out gentle but quickly becomes heated and Jihoon pushes you up against the wall, making you let out a low moan into Jihoon’s mouth.

Your fingers bury into the hair at the nape of Jihoon’s neck and you pull him closer. Your bodies are warm as they’re pressed together and Jihoon’s hands run all over your stomach, relishing in the feeling of your warm skin under his fingertips.

Jihoon swipes his tongue against your lips and you open up, letting Jihoon lick into your mouth. Your fingers tighten around Jihoon’s hair, pulling a bit, as you let out small whines from the back of your throat.

Jihoon isn’t usually one for hook-ups, but that doesn’t mean he’s completely inexperienced. He slots his knee between your legs and you automatically grind down against him. Jihoon can already feel the heat of your cunt against his leg and his cock stirs in his pants.

You two break away the kiss. You’re panting but Jihoon doesn’t take a break, leaning in to kiss at your neck. He sucks at the skin, trailing down your neck until your barrage of necklaces stops him. His hands slide up your torso to your exposed chest and he cups your tits. Jihoon kneads at your chest and you let out a soft sigh.

“How many times have you gotten off to pictures of my tits?”

Jihoon takes a shaky breath, “Too many times to count.”

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” you mumble. Your hips are still grinding down against his leg and Jihoon is sure his pant leg is wet by now. “Jihoon, I need you.”

Jihoon's cock is hard in his pants and he doesn't think he's ever been so needy before. Just as Jihoon is about to pull his cock out, his phone rings. Jihoon grabs his phone to dismiss the call, but then he sees it's from Joshua, along with about two dozen texts.

Jihoon groans and picks up the call. "What?"

"Where are you? Seungcheol says our manager is looking for us, we gotta get back right now."

"Right now?"

"Yes. Meet us at the front and if you're not there in three minutes I'm hunting you down."

The phone call ends and Jihoon sighs.

"Ah, you have to leave, don't you?" You ask.

"Yeah."

You look sad for a moment before you perk up. "How long are you guys in town?"

"A few more days. This is kind of a vacation for us."

"Great! Here." You grab Jihoon's phone out of his hand and quickly type something. "That's my number. Maybe we can meet up later in the week. Since you're blue balling me right now," you tease.

"Y-yeah, okay."

"See you later Jihoon." You press a quick kiss to his cheek. Jihoon bids you goodbye and makes his way to the front of the building, hoping Joshua and Vernon don’t notice the straining bulge in his pants.

The next day the rest of Seventeen are planning what they want to do, but Jihoon is texting you. He worries that it might be too soon to ask to see you today, since you just saw him yesterday, but you tell Jihoon you’d be more than happy to see him today.

You send Jihoon a text with an address and when Jihoon pulls it up in maps, it comes up with an apartment complex. Your apartment complex. Jihoon suddenly remembers that your band is New York City based. 

Jihoon is glad that you two will be out of the public eye, but the idea of being alone with you in your apartment drives Jihoon crazy. He really hopes you two can finish what you started last night. After all, you’re not the only one who got blue balled.

Jihoon ignores the rest of his member’s questions as he slips a cap and a mask on and leaves in one of the SUVs, giving the driver your address. Your apartment is closer to the outskirts of the city, but it’s a nicer building. Jihoon is sure that only people who have a lot of money can afford to live here, which makes Jihoon feel better about privacy concerns.

Jihoon puts in the code you gave him to get into the building and he makes his way to your apartment. When he knocks on the door you open it within a few seconds.

“Jihoon!” You grin wide at him. “Come in!”

Your apartment is nice. It’s large with lots of windows and modern interior design. 

“I feel underdressed,” Jihoon mutters. He’s in just sweats and a t-shirt.

“Don’t worry about that. I’m pretty underdressed as well.” You’re in a soft looking skirt and a tank top. You look really good. Jihoon has to look away when he notices you’re not wearing a bra, your nipples pebbling under the cloth of your shirt.

Jihoon knows why he asked you to hang out, but he feels too awkward to jump right into it. You seem to share the same sentiment as you move into the kitchen and grab two cans of coke out of your fridge, handing one to Jihoon. You two move into your living room area to the couch.

You have a few things scattered around and there’s pieces of sheet music all over your coffee table and couch.

“Sorry about that,” you tell him as you pick the papers up before sitting down. “Those are just songs I’m failing to write.”

“Failing?”

“Yeah. I can’t seem to finish them. I get ideas and then get caught up on stupid things,” you say with a shrug.

“I could look at them for you, if you want.” The words leave Jihoon’s mouth before he realizes what he’s saying. “Only if you want me to! I don’t want to overstep or-”

“No, that would be perfect! Could you? Let me get my bass!” You jump up and run into a room before emerging with your signature bass guitar. 

It’s even prettier up close and it looks loved but well taken care of. Jihoon’s gaze doesn’t falter as he watches you play. You yourself are lost in the music, focusing on playing and singing the parts of your song you have finished. Your fingers glide up and down the next of your guitar as you tap your foot against the ground to keep beat. With the sun shining through your open windows, you look beautiful like this. Completely in your element.

Jihoon has to remind himself of the task at hand and when he starts to really listen, he realizes it’s very different from the normal stuff your band does. It’s still just as explicit as your normal work, but it feels more raw and visceral. He brings it up when you’re done.

“Oh yeah, this is actually music for a solo project I’m working on,” you tell him. “I’m really not supposed to tell anyone, but I trust you Jihoon.” Yeah, his stomach does flutter a bit. “When I write I can usually just focus on all of the sexual stuff, but I’m trying to add in more emotions with it, but I’m kind of struggling a lot.” 

“What you have is good. Let me hear some of the other stuff you’re working on and we can go from there.”

That’s how you and Jihoon end up spending a good part of the day working on music together. Jihoon doesn’t mind though, he loves music and something about writing and composing with you feels right. Both of your minds work in different ways, but combined you are able to piece together the songs until they’re perfect.

It’s comfortable, being in your apartment with you, doing the thing he loves. It feels like you two have known each other a lot longer than two days. You two just…click and it makes Jihoon feel warm when he thinks about it.

“Jihoon, thank you so much for doing this for me,” you tell him after you two finish another song. “I know this probably isn’t what you expected to do today.”

“It’s okay, really. I’m really enjoying myself. I think I’d enjoy doing anything with you.”

“Jihoon,” you say softly. You’re staring at him again, with your alluring eyes that just draw Jihoon in. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes,” Jihoon breathes out and before he can even finish his breath, you’re leaning in. 

You cup Jihoon’s face, kissing him fiercely as you do. Jihoon nearly topples off the couch, but he grabs on to you, kissing you back. Your lips clash together as you do your best to taste each other as much as you can. As much as Jihoon loves song writing, he can’t deny that your songs are very sexually charged, and it’s definitely gotten him worked up in the hours he’s been here.

You two pull away panting, and you rest your forehead against Jihoon’s. “Do you want to…”

“Yes,” Jihoon nods, jostling your head as well. You grin and stand up, grabbing Jihoon’s hand to drag him behind you as you make your way to your bedroom, just like how you dragged him into the empty hallway last night. Hopefully today there won’t be any interruptions.

Once in the bedroom Jihoon grabs your waist and pulls you back into him, your lips crashing together. Your lips are so soft and Jihoon wants to kiss you forever. He reaches up to paw at your chest, feeling your pebbled nipple under his palm. He squeezes a bit too hard at one point and you gasp into Jihoon’s mouth and he decides he wants to get you to do that again.

Jihoon pushes you back until you fall onto the bed and he can crawl over you. He helps you tug off your tank top before leaning down to take one of your tits right into his mouth, his tongue and teeth gently playing with your nipple.

You squirm under his ministrations and Jihoon slots his thigh between your legs so you can grind against him like last time. You seem appreciative of the rough feeling of his knee against you as you roll your hips against him.

“J-Jihoon,” you moan. 

Your tits are slick with his saliva now and he tugs at your nipple with his teeth before releasing it. When he looks down at you he lets out a soft groan, his heavy cock stirring in his boxers. Your hair is already mussed a bit and your face looks warm as you stare up at him with soft eyes. Your bare chest is littered in forming purple and red marks and Jihoon watches as it rises and falls with your breaths. Jihoon can’t help but revel in the fact this is for him only. No fans or cameras or anything else to see you like this, bare and vulnerable.

Jihoon pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side, and he watches the way your eyes trail down his pale, chiseled torso. Your hands reach up for him and you pull him back down on top of you, his weight settling on your body. Your fingers trail up and down his bare skin, your mouth pressed hot and firm against his.

Your leg is thrown around Jihoon’s waist and he rolls his hips into yours, his hard cock brushing up against your wet core. You mewl into Jihoon’s mouth, your fingers digging into the muscles on his back.

“F-fuck Jihoon, please. Please touch me,” you beg, your voice high pitched and desperate, making it impossible to say no (not that Jihoon would).

Jihoon peels his body away from yours once more before hooking his fingers into your skirt and pulling it down your legs, leaving you in just your underwear. Jihoon nearly starts drooling when he sees the lacy, red panties hugging your hips. His fingers trail up your leg and he rubs a thumb over your hip bone against the rough fabric.

“I thought you said you were underdressed. You wore these just for me?”

You nod. “Thought you’d like them.”

“I do. Though, I think I’d like them better off.” With that he tugs the fabric down your legs as well, discarding them on your floor.

You gasp when Jihoon pushes your legs apart so he can get a better look at what’s between them. Your pussy is already shiny and slick with your arousal, begging to be filled by something. Jihoon reaches out and trails his fingertips against your puffy folds, prodding and rubbing in a way that’s nothing but teasing.

You squirm under Jihoon’s touch, but Jihoon just ignores you, too busy admiring how pretty your pussy looks right now. His fingers slip between your folds and dip down into your opening, only to pull back a second later. When his fingers emerge they’re covered in your arousal and he uses the slick to slide his fingers up your slit, catching on your clit. You intake a sharp breath as your body stiffens.

Jihoon grins and starts to rub your clit in gentle circles. Slow and almost lazily, his fingers go around and around with no real vigor. Jihoon can see the way your pussy is leaking, dripping down onto your bed. You’ve been letting out soft whines as Jihoon touches you, impatient for him to do more. 

After what probably feels like an eternity to you, Jihoon finally slips his fingers lower before pushing two right into you. Your cunt is well slicked up and greedily accepts the digits being slipped inside. Your walls are warm and soft around Jihoon’s fingers and he slowly drags his fingers out of you before slamming them back in. He juts his fingers in and out of you as he strokes your walls with his fingertips. 

To Jihoon it’s not much different than playing the piano the way his fingers move skillfully in precise ways to hit all the right places. In a way this is also like making music; the sound of your soft moans and pants filling the air, mixing with the slight squeak of your bed frame and the wet slap of his fingers sliding in and out of your cunt. It’s erotic and intimate and beautiful.

Below him, your body is shaking on the bed. Your fingers grasp at the sheets below you as your hips rut up into Jihoon’s palm. Jihoon’s whole hand is drenched now and his wrist is starting to ache, but he doesn’t dare stop.

“Fuck, fuck, Ji,” you mumble as your legs start to buck into the air. Jihoon pushes your hips down with his free hand and you let out a long moan as your walls clench down on Jihoon’s fingers as this thumb rapidly rubs at your clit.

Your hips roll against Jihoon’s hand for a few more seconds before your body relaxes into the bed. Jihoon stares down at you in awe. You grin up at him.

“That was…so good,” you say, still a bit breathless. “But…I think I need more. Fuck me, please?”

There is no way Jihoon is going to say no to a proposal like that. You direct him in the direction of your condom stash and Jihoon quickly shucks off his pants and boxers. He’s about to start rolling on the condom when he hears you gasp.

“You’re huge,” you say. When Jihoon looks up, you’re staring directly at his crotch. Jihoon’s aware is he…well endowed. His cock is about six inches long, but wide in girth. “Shit Jihoon, get in me right now.”

Jihoon chuckles and continues to roll on the condom before climbing back into the bed. He pushes you back against the mattress and leans down to kiss you. While your lips are still locked together he hikes one of your legs around his waist before lining himself up to your entrance. He rubs his head against your folds before finally pushing the tip in. 

Jihoon’s mouth breaks off of yours and he trails wet kisses down your neck to your chest where he latches onto one of your breasts. His hips rut into you, slowly shoving his fat cock into your desperate cunt as you dig your fingers into his triceps. 

Your walls hug him tightly and it makes his mind a bit fuzzy, his only focus being on you under him. Your scent floods Jihoon’s nose as he buries his face into your tits and he wants nothing more than to eat you whole. He mouths at your peaked nipples, nipping and licking everywhere he can, marking you with his love bites.

Jihoon swears he’s the luckiest man in the world, being able to lay here in your bed, marking up your tits. How many photos has he seen of them? How many people has he seen thirsting over you because of them? And here he is, being able to devour them all for himself.

Inside of you, his cock pounds at your walls, stretching you open. The rhythm Jihoon set is quick, but not brutal, and the drag of his cock in and out of you leaves both of you with a pleasured feeling coursing through your bodies.

“God, you’re so hot,” you moan out. “Used to dream about moments like this. I would watch compilations of you grinding on the floor to the Good to Me choreo.”

The words send a flush to Jihoon’s already warm face. He’s not sure if he should be embarrassed or find that incredibly hot. Maybe a bit of both. All he knows is that he’ll never be able to think of that song the same anymore.

Everything about you is intoxicating to the idol. Particularly in this moment though, the way you keep whimpering his name is driving him mad. Jihoon’s grip on your hips tightens as he rocks into you harder, his cock slamming into your sweet spot, making you cry out even harder.

Jihoon can feel his balls get heavier, ready to cum. He latches his mouth onto your neck and sucks hard as his fingers flit down to rapidly play with your clit. He’s hoping to get you to finish before him, but his orgasm hits him by surprise and his hips are stuttering as he releases his load into the condom. He doesn’t dare stop fucking into you though, even after he’s milked himself dry with your pussy. Jihoon doesn’t let himself rest until your body is shaking under him, your cunt clenching down as your nails dig into Jihoon’s skin. 

When you’re finally coming down from your high, Jihoon gently pulls out of you before tying off the condom and throwing it in the trash. He flops down on the bed next to you and you cuddle right into his side, pressing a kiss right to his pec.

He reaches up to rub his hand up and down your back as you two lay there in silence, pressing kisses to each other’s bare skin.

Jihoon isn’t sure how long you two stay like that, until your kisses get a bit more meaningful and suddenly Jihoon is pinning you against the bed. His cock is already half hard again and it doesn’t take much to get it to full mast.

Your second round is softer, but just as intense. There’s a more romantic passion behind Jihoon’s motions as he takes his time getting you both off. Sensual kisses are traded as you and Jihoon whisper praises back and forth.

Halfway through fucking you Jihoon has the fleeting thought that he doesn’t want this to end. You both end up cumming together, your names falling off of each other’s lips with your foreheads pressed together. It’s oddly adorable and it takes Jihoon longer to pull out of you, completely content to keep his cock in you as you two lay cuddled in your bed.

When Jihoon finally does get up to discard the used condom and get something to clean you up, the sun is starting to set and Jihoon curses. When he checks his phone, his predictions are proved right at the sight of the numerous texts from their manager and Seungcheol.

You seem to realize this as well when Jihoon walks back to the bed and starts to get dressed.

“Do you really have to leave?” You look up at Jihoon. You look so cozy, cuddled up in bed, still naked. It really makes Jihoon want to stay and jump back in bed and tangle himself up with you again.

“Yeah, they need me back at the hotel,” he says instead, a bit discouraged as well.

“You’re in town for a few more days right?”

“Yeah, until Sunday.”

You reach out and grab Jihoon’s hand, pulling him to sit on the bed. You sit up as well, curling your bare body around his clothed form. You press a kiss to his ear.

“If you find the time, you should come to my concert on Friday.” Sleep laces your voice as you talk to Jihoon. Your body is warm pressed against him and Jihoon has never been more tempted to ignore his manager in his life. “We’re having a pop up concert to celebrate our fifth anniversary. I can get you seats in our VIP sections so no one would see you. I’ll text you the details but don’t feel pressured to come. Just, if you and your band want to do something fun, I can get the tickets.”

Jihoon nods. “Yeah, okay. I’ll be there.”

“Good.” Jihoon turns to face you and you press a quick kiss to his lips. “I’ll see you then. I’d walk you out but…” You gesture to your undressed form and Jihoon laughs.

“See you Friday. Sleep well Y/N.” Jihoon presses one final kiss to your lips before leaving your apartment, already missing you by the time he walks out the door.

The rest of the week Jihoon can’t do anything but wait for Friday, excited for your concert. He can’t wait to hear your band play live again, but mostly he can’t wait to see you again. You’ve been plaguing his mind since he last saw you, and it’s not just the sex. Jihoon can’t deny the pure, unbridled chemistry between you two and it makes his heart thump in his chest.

When Jihoon brings up the idea to his members about going to see your concert they all say it could be fun and Jihoon sends you a text affirming their attendance. Jihoon thinks it’s a little silly, his group of K-Pop idols going to go see your very explicit rock band perform.

When Friday comes Jihoon takes his time dressing up and he tries not to hit Soonyoung when he points it out. 

The concert starts at around 8:00pm and doors open an hour earlier than that, but you told Jihoon to arrive a bit earlier so it would be less obvious to spot them going in. When the boys get there a quarter after 6:00, they are ushered in through the back doors.

Backstage hands are bustling around and there are a few people shouting at each other. The venue space is nice, but not too big. From what Jihoon saw online, it’s a pretty exclusive concert to see live, but tickets were sold for online streaming as well.

The boys are shown to their seats in a balcony room with glass covering one of the walls so they can see the stage. It seems to have some kind of film on the other side so they can see out, but nobody can see in.

“Wah, this is nice,” Seokmin says as he looks around the room.

“And for free too, Jihoonie hooked us up well,” Seungcheol adds. “This Y/N girl must like you a lot.”

Jihoon can feel his ears heating up. “Yah, all of you shut up.”

He turns away from his members, too embarrassed to continue the conversation. Jihoon does have to admit, you really are doing a lot giving free tickets to the thirteen men on such a short notice, and to get them into such a nice room.

When the doors open, Jihoon watches as your fans flood into the room. He can hear the chatter of everyone and he smiles at how excited all of your fans are to see you. The whole place packs up soon as everyone waits impatiently for the show to start.

Then the time hits and everyone is screaming as your band walks onto the stage. Jihoon’s eyes automatically fall to your figure and his heart beats against his ribcage. You’ve got a wide smile on your face as you strap your bass onto your body and walk up to your mic.

“Let’s make some noise!” Luka shouts into the mic and everyone erupts into applause. “Welcome to our 5th anniversary pop up concert, we are LADYKILLER, and tonight, we’re gonna have a good time. We’ll be keeping this casual tonight so get comfortable, get hype, and enjoy this first song.” 

Jihoon’s eyes trail up and down your figure as your fingers fly over the strings of your bass. You’re dressed in a black leather boots, a short black denim skirt, and a silky white tank top lined with black lace. Your top looks closer to lingerie than an actual shirt and Jihoon can tell once again you’re not wearing a bra underneath.

You didn’t bother covering the hickies Jihoon left all over your chest and Jihoon feels his face heat up. The dark purple marks are scattered all over your bare skin and even though he’s a bit mortified, he’s also a bit proud.

Jihoon’s not the only one who notices the hickeys and he can feel his members send him suggestive looks as they watch the performance. Jihoon does his best to ignore them and focus on the band playing.

Jihoon admires how good you look up on stage. You really know how to work the crowd and you’re nothing short of mesmerizing to Jihoon. Every video he’s seen of you on stage doesn’t nearly do the real thing justice. After the first four songs your band stops the setlist to do some fan interaction.

“Y/N!” Someone calls from the audience. “Who gave you those hickeys!” 

Jihoon wants to die as his members start to howl in their booth and Jihoon hopes that it’s sound proof. You just laugh along.

“Ah, these? They’re pretty aren’t they?” You run your fingers over your clavicle. “Now for who gave them to me…it’s not very nice of me to kiss and tell is it? But who knows? Maybe the perpetrator is sitting in this very room right now.” You wink at the audience and everyone goes crazy, screaming at your words.

The concert is fun, with lots of crowd interactions as you guys answer questions and give your own anecdotes from the past five years. You guys even tease your next album, sending the crowd into a frenzy when they see the teaser for one of the music videos.

It isn’t until closer to the end of the concert that Jihoon starts to have a real problem. In one of your most popular songs there’s a wicked bass solo that consists of you playing for two minutes straight and it’s one of the reasons why you are one of the more popular members of your group (on top of well…you know). Normally Jihoon would be entranced by the skillful way you play your instrument, putting your whole heart and soul into your solo, but today he can’t focus on anything other than the way you look.

You look sultry as you smirk out at the audience. At one point your eyes flit up to where Jihoon is sitting and you wink and Jihoon thinks he might pass out from how sexy you look right now. You put your whole body into playing and when you bend over, Jihoon can see your bare tits hanging freely in the air and he has to shift around to adjust his growing hard on. He doesn’t know if he should worship or despise whoever your stylist is.

Behind him, he can hear Jeonghan and Joshua snickering. Jihoon does his best to think about anything that will get his semi-hard cock to go down, but unfortunately for him the last song in your set list is hands down the most sexually charged. 

As soon as the opening notes are heard, the whole atmosphere of the room changes. The lights dim as red accent lights bask the stage. Jihoon can’t peel his eyes away from you as you move with the music, your hips swaying along in a hypnotizing way.

He gasps a bit when Luka comes up behind you and grabs your hips, practically grinding on you as he sways with you. His hands travel up your sides and he brushes his fingertips over the upper part of your chest. When his hands move back down, this time they’re pressed to your front, dragging over your tits and down your stomach before he finally pulls away.

The whole time the crowd is hooked, and so is Jihoon. He’s a bit jealous that someone else is touching you in such an intimate way, but he knows it’s nothing but fan service, so he instead focused on how incredibly erotic he finds the moment, imagining he’s the one touching you instead.

After the song is finished your band thanks the audience before exiting the stage. The whole room is still buzzing with energy as they start to exit and Jihoon’s members seem to be hyped up as well.

“I see why you like them Jihoon,” Mingyu says and Jeonghan snorts.

“I can too.”

Jihoon groans but thankfully he’s saved when someone comes to retrieve them and guide them to the backstage area where your band is standing. You’re leaning against an audio case, drinking a bottle of water. Your body is shining with the post concert glow Jihoon is so familiar with. Jihoon is lost staring at you when a voice grabs his attention.

“Hey Y/N, isn’t that your boyfriend?” It’s Tommy who says this as he glances over to where Jihoon and the rest of Seventeen stands. Jihoon tries not to get flustered over his choice of words.

When you look over to where Tommy is motioning, your face instantly lights up at the sight of Jihoon. You stand up and cross the stage quickly before drawing Jihoon into a hug. “Jihoon!”

Jihoon snakes his arms around you and hugs you back. Your body is still warm from performing on stage and you feel nice pressed up against him. “Hi Y/N.”

“I missed you,” you whisper in his ear, just soft enough that only he can hear. His heart flutters at the words.

“Yo!” At the loud shouting you and Jihoon pull apart, just in time to see Vernon and James engage in a bro hug. You giggle at the two boys and Jihoon realizes that your hand has moved to hold onto his tightly.

The rest of your band is walking over and Tommy and Luka greet Vernon and Joshua. While everyone makes conversation you squeeze Jihoon’s hand and pull him away. He follows after, figuring his boys will be occupied with your boys for a while.

You pull Jihoon away from the backstage area and into your dressing room. It’s nice and large with a plush looking couch pushed against one wall. As soon as you close the door of your room you’re pushing Jihoon onto the couch and climbing on top of him, placing a leg on either side of his thick thighs. Automatically Jihoon’s hands fly up to hold your waist.

Your own hands cup Jihoon’s face as you kiss him softly. He kisses you back, soft and sweet. When you pull away from him, you wrap your arms around his neck, cuddling into his body.

“I’m so happy to see you.”

Jihoon is almost relieved to hear those words. The whole week he questioned if he was weird to miss you so much after only meeting twice. He likes knowing you feel the same.

“I’m happy to see you too. You looked great up there.” As he talks to you his hands rub up and down your sides, enjoying the silky feeling of your shirt under his palms.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Really great.” Jihoon shifts under you a bit, hoping you get the message. You obviously do when you giggle and lean down, pressing your mouth to his ear.

“You know Ji, I’m always so horny after performing. Help a girl out?”

Jihoon nods frantically and then before he can even blink your mouth is pressed up against his in a hot, wet kiss. Your fingers grasp the back of his neck, pulling him towards you and he wraps his arms around your waist, hugging you close to him. Jihoon can’t help but love the feeling of being able to have you like this again. You two fit together nicely and Jihoon wants to keep you in his lap forever.

Your thighs are tightly locked around his waist as you grind down on his crotch. Jihoon’s arms tighten around you even more as he bucks up into you. He’s been trying to keep his boner at bay but now that he has you all alone, he can stop caring. He rubs himself up against your warm core, already wet through your panties.

Something about the way you so easily fall apart in Jihoon’s arms drives him particularly mad. The soft whimpers that leave the back of your throat as you grasp at him more and more desperately. When Jihoon pulls away to catch his breath your lips are trailing after his, not quite wanting to let him go soon. Maybe Jihoon likes it because he’s just as obsessed with you as you are with him. He leans down to press open mouthed kisses to your throat and you giggle as he does.

“Didn’t even bother hiding them,” Jihoon mutters, his fingers trailing across the old bruises splayed across your chest.

“I wanted to show them off! You did such a pretty job.” You shake your chest a bit to show them off more, but Jihoon can only focus on the jiggle of your tits in his face. Jihoon dives down, his tongue laving right over them.

He can taste the salt of your sweat on your skin and it’s oddly intoxicating mixed with the scent of your expensive perfume and your weight pressing down on him. His cock is aching in his pants now, begging to find release.

You seem to realize this as you pull away from Jihoon and slip off his lap and onto the floor. The sight of you on your knees in front of Jihoon is nearly enough to make him cum on the spot. You look up at him with big pleading eyes and Jihoon forces himself to burn the image into his memory.

“Ji,” you whine, “lemme suck you. Please. You look so good tonight, I need your cock between my lips.”

Jihoon’s in a pair of blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and a leather jacket. It’s not much but he’s aware he looks good in the get up. He’s glad you’ve noticed as well. Jihoon internally gloats that while Soonyoung might of made fun of him, he’s the one getting his dick wet right now.

Jihoon shifts his hips a bit to signal you to go ahead and you dive right in, unzipping his pants and taking his cock out. It springs out of its constraints, heavy and hard as you hold it in your grasp. Without breaking eye contact with Jihoon you lean down and wrap your lips around the tip, sucking gently.

Jihoon takes an unsteady breath, not sure how long he’ll be able to hold out. He’s never wanted to cum as badly as he does now, watching the sight of your warm, soft lips on his thick, red cock head. Jihoon feels your tongue press up against his sensitive tip, lapping at where his precum has started to pearl, and he shudders.

He has to stop himself from grabbing your head and shoving it down his length. Instead he digs his fingers into the couch cushions next to him and goes his best not to thrust up into your mouth. You must sense Jihoon’s eagerness though, as you stop your coy act and widen your jaw, taking more of him in you. You bob your head up and down, your lips and tongue dragging against his cock, shooting pleasure through Jihoon’s body.

The sounds your mouth makes are the lewdest noises Jihoon has ever heard and he gets a picture to match it as he stares down at you. Your hands are wrapped around his length where your mouth can’t reach and your eyes are closed, focused on getting Jihoon off.

Your mouth and hands are skilled as you quickly work Jihoon to his high. You suck particularly hard at his tip and without much warning he’s bucking up into your throat, spilling his seed into you. Jihoon almost cums a second time just from watching you swallow down the load he gave you.

When you’re done swallowing, you open your mouth for Jihoon to see you took all of it and Jihoon can’t help himself from grabbing your jaw and running his thumb across your bottom lip before pushing it into your mouth. You automatically wrap your lips around it, sucking on it just like you did with his cock a few seconds ago. When you finally pop the digit out of your mouth, Jihoon’s cock is already starting to stir again.

Jihoon is aware you’ve probably done a lot of hooks up before. You’re a rockstar who writes songs about sex, of course you have to get your inspiration from somewhere. Still, the thought makes Jihoon a bit jealous and he has to push it down in turn to watch you start to strip for him.

You start with your top, easily tugging it over your head and tossing it to the side. Your tits are just as perfect as Jihoon remembers them. Jihoon stands up from the couch, his dick still hanging out of his jeans, as he crosses to where you’re standing. Without saying a word he reaches out and gropes your tits in his palms. As his fingers knead at your breasts, he leans in, connecting your lips together.

You let out a hiss that turns into a moan as Jihoon pinches your left nipple hard. Your hands scramble to push Jihoon’s jacket off his shoulders, the article of clothing falling to the ground with your discarded shirt.

His shirt is the next to go and Jihoon lets out a dissatisfied grunt when he has to pull his mouth away from yours. He’s not too upset by it though, because now he gets to feel your tits press up against his own chest. Both of your bodies are on fire and the actual heat of your dressing room isn’t helping either, suffocating his thoughts so the only thing on his mind is you and your pretty little cunt.

Speaking of your pretty little cunt, Jihoon’s fingers work frantically at the buttons of your skirt so he can have better access to it. He pushes your skirt down your hips and grabs one of your thighs, wrapping it around his waist so he can grind his dripping cock against your drenched panties. He groans against your shoulder when he feels the rough fabric of the lace against his tip.

Jihoon steps back from you to take off the rest of his clothes and he gets a good look at you then. Your lips are dark and swollen from how aggressively you two have been kissing and your chest is already starting to sprout new bruises from Jihoon’s relentless attacks on the soft skin. You’ve also shed your last layer and Jihoon gets a good look at your needy pussy.

Jihoon lets out a long exhale, his body screaming at him to fuck you.

He’s about to when he comes to a realization, causing him to curse softly. He doesn’t have a condom. He tells you that.

“Doesn't matter,” you tell him. “I���m on the pill and I’m 100% clean. Condoms were just a secondary precaution, but I need you in me now. Please Jihoon, just fuck me.” 

The thought sends Jihoon off. You just gave him permission to fuck you raw. The thought of your warm, wet walls wrapped around Jihoon’s cock without any barriers has Jihoon grabbing you and bending you over right there. You yelp a bit at being thrown around, but it quickly turns into a moan when you feel Jihoon grind up against your exposed folds.

“Ah~ Jihoon, please,” you beg. You sound so needy that Jihoon has no choice but to shove his cock into you. Your walls wrap around him desperately as he pushes into you. The fit is tight and Jihoon has to take a shaky breath before he starts to ram into you.

He can tell his cock is still just a bit too girthy for you from the way you whine every time he re-enters you. He slides his hand up your spine to between your shoulder blades and he presses down, pushing you into the couch cushions. 

Jihoon feels like he’s in a porno with the way he’s fucking you. When he glances to where your bodies are connected, a creamy ring has started to form around his base from your pussy. The recoil of your ass as he thrusts into you is hypnotizing and he has to pull his eyes away not to get too distracted. He slides his hand up further and into your hair, pulling back to lift your head off the couch.

Jihoon can’t believe he gets to be here with you like this again, his cock digging deep into your sweet cunt. His fingers tug at your hair a bit harder and your walls clench down around him, sending Jihoon’s brain and dick into a frenzy. 

“You like that jagiya?”

“Yes, yes, fuck Jihoon. I love it. Love your big fat cock and your strong hands and your sexy voice,” you ramble on, your voice tense and labored, taking breaks between your words just to catch your breath. 

Jihoon’s free hand lifts up off your hip, only to go flying back down against your ass, resounding in a loud slap echoing through the room mixed with your moan. Your ass is red when he pulls his hand back and Jihoon does it twice more before smiling, satisfied with the way it seemed to turn your brain off even more.

You look so pretty under him, sharing your pleasure with Jihoon as he uses your body to get himself off. When Jihoon glances at your face, your eyes are closed shut, tears spilling down your cheeks as a line of drool connects from your mouth to the couch. Jihoon’s stomach tightens as he watches you and he knows he’s close.

“Shit, Y/N,” Jihoon growls out as a warning before he’s pressing his hips flush against your, releasing his load straight into your pussy. At the feeling of his cum shooting into you, you cry out, your walls clenching down on him, pulsating.

Jihoon is panting as he pulls out of you, him cum spilling out along with it. His cum slides to the floor in thick globs and you groan at the feeling of it exiting your pussy. With shaky legs you stand up, clinging to Jihoon for support as you pull him into a kiss. Your mouths and teeth clash together, but it doesn’t matter because your lips are tangling together and Jihoon can taste you against his tongue and for now that subdues the urge to devour you.

Despite both of you just cumming, neither of you give yourselves time to rest. You push Jihoon back onto the couch before climbing into his lap again. Only this time, you line yourself back up with his cock before sinking down on him. His cock is still hard and he’s still terribly turned on so he’s not complaining. He’s grateful for his idol stamina or else he’s not sure he would be able to keep up with your insatiable desires.

“Shit, you’re still so tight,” Jihoon grunts. “Your cunt is perfect for my cock. So good for me.”

His grip on your hips is tight, probably too tight, but he can’t be bothered to care when your head is thrown back and the nastiest sounds are leaving your lips. Your tits bounce freely in his face as you fuck yourself on his lap and Jihoon can’t do anything other than stare in awe at them, enjoying the show.

“God Jihoon, you feel so good in me,” you cry out. Your fingers are perched on his shoulders, your fingers digging into the muscle so you can anchor yourself better.

As you bounce up and down on Jihoon’s cock, more of his cum pushes out of your cunt and drips onto Jihoon’s lap along with all of the slick your pussy is producing. Jihoon wants to cum in you again, already obsessed with filling up your tight cunt with his seed. 

His hands travel up your body and he gropes your tits harshly, pinch the nipples and scraping his teeth over your sensitive buds. You look like you’re about to ascend to heaven as you roll your eyes back into your head, moaning like your life depends on it.

It’s enough to get Jihoon desperate to go over the edge and he wraps his arms around your hips before pulling your body against his. You press your weight against his body, your legs giving out on you, as Jihoon starts to buck up into your sweet cunt. He’s sure the pressure is brutal inside of you, leaving you with a bruised cervix for later, but Jihoon only has one focus right now so he can’t bother being nice. He buries his face in your neck, doing everything to reach his high.

You seem to reach yours first, your body trembling in his grip as you trap his cock in a vice grip. This is enough to finally get Jihoon to cum for a third time tonight, spilling it all into your pussy again.

Jihoon’s body is sweaty and hot and he’s exhausted as he slumps back against the couch, out of breath with no thoughts in his mind. You don’t look much better as you drop your body on top of his, your eyes closing as you nuzzle your head against his chest.

Neither of you say anything for a while, just doing your best to regain your bearings and enjoy the feeling of your bodies sandwiched together. At some point Jihoon’s now flaccid cock slips out of you, but you don’t get off his lap yet. 

When you two do finally pull apart Jihoon is still feeling a bit light headed but he’s at least back down on Earth as he kisses your tear stained cheeks, rubbing your back.

“How are you feeling?”

“Good, very good,” you tell him. “Just…very tired now.”

Jihoon chuckles and stands up to grab a water bottle from the mini fridge sitting to the side of the room. You take it and chug the whole thing down. While you do that Jihoon looks around the room for something to clean you both up with. There’s a box of tissues sitting on your vanity and he grabs that and starts to wipe himself down before doing the same to you. It’s not the best clean up he’s ever done, but it’s the best he can do for now.

Jihoon finds his clothes and puts his boxers back on before crawling back onto the couch next to you. You lean against him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“You’re cute, you know that?” You mumble into Jihoon’s collarbone. “Right before you were gonna cum, you started mumbling in Korean.”

Jihoon flushes. He didn’t even know he was talking, let alone in Korean.

He settles on saying, “Your moans are cuter though.”

You stay silent for a moment before speaking up again, your voice more somber this time. “You’re leaving soon right?”

“Yeah, Sunday morning, so in two days.”

You snuggle a bit closer into Jihoon. “Would it be ridiculous to say I think I’ve gotten attached to you.”

Jihoon huffs out a laugh. “Not ridiculous, I think I feel the same.”

The truth is, Jihoon has gotten attached to you, even after only two days of interaction. There’s something so alluring about you that draws Jihoon in. Just like a siren calling a fisherman, you’ve drawn him in and it’s only due time before he crashes.

Your presence is comfortable and everything feels natural with you, it feels right. Jihoon doesn’t want it to end. He wants to store you away in his suitcase and bring you back to Korea with him. Everyday he’d get to wake up next to you, your pretty smile being the first thing he sees when he opens his eyes. You two would spend your days making music and cuddling on the couch. Then at the end of the day Jihoon would be able to press you into the mattress and have his way with you, enjoying the taste of you lingering in his mouth and soaking up every pretty sound he pulls from your lips.

But, he can’t. He has to leave you here, thousands of miles away from him, with a thirteen hour time difference from New York to Seoul. Not to mention you have your own careers and Jihoon is well aware of the time and effort his own takes. The Carats absolutely wouldn’t have it if it was revealed he has a girlfriend, who he was living with. Especially one with your public image. They would rip you to shred.

But god does Jihoon wish it would work out.

“Hey,” you say softly. Your finger is tracing patterns against his chest. “Would you maybe…want to spend the night at my place?”

Jihoon looks down at you and nods. He doesn’t care if his managers are going to kill him, he’s going to spend as much time with you as he can before he leaves. He shoots a quick message to his members who promise they’ll cover for him and then before he knows it he’s being driven to your apartment.

When you two get into your unit you order food for the two of you and then you fall asleep in Jihoon’s arms when you’re done eating. It’s painfully domestic and Jihoon holds you the whole night, afraid to let you go.

In the morning, when you wake up, Jihoon bombards you with a barrage of kisses and you giggle as you pull Jihoon’s body even closer to yours. It doesn’t take long to get both of you riled up, leading to your clothes strewn on the floor as Jihoon sinks himself into you once more.

That’s how you two spend the rest of your day, limbs tangled together, making love as Jihoon does his best to burn the feeling of your bare body pressing against him into his memory.

His head is currently shoved between your thighs, suffocating in your drenched pussy. You’ve had his thigh, fingers, and cock once but Jihoon is determined to get you off at least five times today. For now he’s taking his time though. His mouth moves slowly, teasing you so you get unbearably needy for Jihoon to give you more.

His tongue drags through your folds, collecting your slick and swallowing it down. Between the taste of your arousal, the sweet smell of your cunt, and the feel of your pussy on his tongue, Jihoon’s mind is muddled with a lust induced haze and Jihoon wonders if this is what it feels like to get high.

Jihoon’s plump lips wrap around your clit and he sucks on it gently, just enough to stimulate you but not enough to actually do anything. You squirm and whine and tug at Jihoon’s hair, but he ignores your attempts to get him to do more, content with driving you crazy for now.

Your legs squeeze tight around Jihoon’s neck, pulling him even further into your cunt. Your thighs are like earmuffs over his ears, cutting off his last sense so there’s nothing but you. Jihoon ruts his hips into the mattress under him, his own cock leaking and hard. He has a bit more resolve than you though, and he clamps his thick hands on your thighs, prying them apart once more.

“Please Jihoon,” you beg. “I need more.”

Jihoon pretends he can’t hear you as drags his lips to kiss over your folds like he’s making out with your pussy. He does this a few more times before moving his mouth off your core completely, turning his head so he can suck marks into your thighs. 

“Jihoon,” your voice sounds genuinely desperate, like if Jihoon doesn’t do anything you’ll actually combust. This is what Jihoon has been waiting for and he tightens his grip on you before diving straight into your cunt.

His motions have purpose behind them now as he licks at your sopping cunt. His nose bumps against your clit as his tongue flick back and forth over your hole. Your body is now trembling under him as you cry out in pleasure.

“Fuck, fuck, Jihoon, shit.” The words tumble out of your mouth as your legs shake around his head. He keeps eating your pussy out until your body goes limp.

He’s a bit surprised you came so fast, but he guesses you were pretty worked up from all of the teasing. And the previous orgasms.

Jihoon’s only cum once though, compared to the four times you have, and he’s not going to let you rest until he gets his second in. He picks himself up from between your legs and climbs over your body. He kisses up your torso, stopping at your tits for a moment, before finally making his way to your lips.

He kisses you hard and fierce, too impatient to be soft at the moment. You moan at the taste of yourself on his tongue. Your hips buck up into him when you feel his cock drag over your slit, his precum spreading against your folds. Jihoon is sure he could get off just like this, rubbing your pussy on his cock, and if he was just a tad bit more desperate he would, but he’s still slightly level headed enough to make the decision he wants to cum inside of you.

Jihoon spreads your legs wide before sheathing himself right into you. Your cunt allows him in easily, slick and stretched out from all of Jihoon’s previous efforts. His pubes brush up against your clit as he bottoms out in one go.

You let out a weak moan as Jihoon lets out his own deep sigh. Your walls are warm and soft around his aching dick and Jihoon imagines this is exactly what heaven feels like. As much as Jihoon would like to take his time with you, he’s already done that earlier and while teasing you, he got himself a bit too worked up as well. 

Jihoon doesn’t waste time, plunging his cock in and out of your cunt. His cock hits deeper and harder into you each time, slamming into your plush walls. The noises you make make Jihoon want to fuck you even harder and he grabs your legs and pushes them up against your chest, exposing your cunt to him even more. The change in angle has his tip digging into a new place, making you moan even louder.

“Ji, Ji, Ji,” you chant as the man in question continues to slam his hips into yours. Jihoon groans as he looks down at you, his hands pushing down against your legs to keep them in place, folding you in half. 

“So pretty,” Jihoon grunts. “My pretty baby feels good from my cock?”

“Yes, yes, so much. Feels soooo good Jihoon.” You’re babbling at this point, barely coherent from the pleasure you feel. The thought makes Jihoon smirk, gaining the urge to drive you completely for the edge. 

One of his hands releases your legs and moves up to your neck, clamping around it. His fingers squeeze firmly and you gasp a bit. He feels your cunt tighten around him, causing him to squeeze even harder. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you throw your head back against your pillow.

Your skin is burning under Jihoon’s palm and he can feel the way your neck muscles move under his fingertips from the way you’re doing your best to let out strangled moans. Your body is already spent from the past four orgasms he’s given you, but he’s still not going to go easy on you. 

He wants you crying from his cock. Coming undone again and again and again until you can’t remember anything other than Jihoon. Nobody will ever be able to be as good as him and every time you go to write a new song, you think of him and this moment.

Your pussy keeps clenching down around him and Jihoon closes his eyes, trying to drag this out even more. He knows he won’t last much longer though. The warmth of the room combined with the warmth of your body has his own skin heating up, fogging up his brain. 

Jihoon feels your hand wrap around his wrist, pulling his fingers off your neck and moving them so they slip into your mouth. You suck on the digits, swirling your tongue around them, your taste buds pressing against his pads and that’s all it takes to send Jihoon over the edge. He cums deep into you, his cum shooting against your cervix.

Jihoon’s hips don’t stop though, pounding brutally into you, milking himself with your cunt. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and slips them between your bodies, flicking and rubbing at your clit furiously. It isn’t until he feels you tense up under him, that he finally pulls his dick out of you. As soon as he does, the flood gates are broken and your cunt is spraying your juices all over the bed and Jihoon. 

The idol watches the way your pussy pulsates when you’re done squirting. You look completely wrecked and ready to pass out and Jihoon sees that as a job well done. Your leg keeps twitching every so often and Jihoon reaches over and massages it.

You whine a bit at his touch but don’t pull away. “‘M so sensitive.”

“You did so good for me,” Jihoon coos. 

When Jihoon is sure that you’re not going to pass out he gets up and pads into the kitchen to get you a glass of water. When he gets back to the room he finds that you’ve rolled out of the wet spot you made and are now sitting up.

You take the water from him and chug it down before making a feeble attempt to stand up. Your legs shake a bit and Jihoon has to steady you. He helps you to the bathroom where he draws you a bath and moves back to your room to change out the sheets.

When you get out of your bath you crawl back into the freshly changed bed where Jihoon is laying waiting. You don’t hesitate to snuggle down into his arms.

“I don’t want you to leave,” you admit in a small voice.

Jihoon sighs. He doesn’t want to leave either.

“I know that it’s unreasonable to do long distance,” you continue, “and that we both have busy schedules but, I’d really like it if we kept in touch. Then maybe the next time you’re in America, or if I go to Korea, we could meet up again.”

Jihoon kisses the top of your head. “I’d really like that too.”

In reality, Jihoon isn’t sure what’s going to happen. He’d like to think that you guys will keep in touch because he really hopes you do and for once he’s letting himself be an optimist. It’s not exactly like he’ll be able to forget about you anyway, so it’s better to keep a place open for you in his heart.

Jihoon holds you tight until he no longer can and he leaves you once more with nothing but a kiss and a promise to text you. His heart aches in a way he didn’t know was possible as he boards the plane to fly back home to Korea. Just another reason for Jihoon to hate flying.

This time Vernon sits next to him and the younger holds an earbud out to him. Jihoon slips it into his ear and the sound of a familiar bass solo floods his mind. Jihoon sends a grateful look at his dongsaeng, letting your playing soothe his heart. 

By the time the song ends Jihoon’s head is filled with ideas for songs about you and his heart is warm with a feeling that everything is going to work out in the end.

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"Did you hear who's going to be featured on LADYKILLER's new track?"

"No, who?"

"Woozi and Vernon from Seventeen."

"Damn, I already know it's gonna be good. I mean, Y/N and Woozi? Sounds like a match made in heaven."

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[skzfairyy]

11:23pm

Pairings: Lee Minho x reader!

Genre: fluff, fluff, a bit of angst if you squint (Lee Know being... Lee Know, ya know)

Warnings: lots of kisses !!

Wc: 743 words

AN: Minho being soft behind closed doors was on my mind and it just had to be written lmao -Y2

The boys had been in the living room enjoying each other's company for a couple hours now. With their new album coming out soon, they were extremely busy with fully packed schedules, meaning she’s rarely gotten to see Minho and his bandmates have any actual fun all-together. So being the courteous girlfriend that she was, Y/N decided to give them their space tonight, and let them enjoy the little bit of free time they did have.

Her living room had been turned into the ultimate video game lover's dream, thanks to Felix and Jeongin bringing over their consoles for the group to play on. Minho had ordered some pizzas and made sure they were fully stocked up on their favorite snacks and drinks. Meanwhile, Y/N took this time to binge her favorite show with the fur babies to keep her company.

She was holed away in her home office, comfortably dressed in her favorite loungewear set and fluffy socks. She’d made it to episode fourteen before noticing the previous noise from the tv and loud laughter of her boyfriend and his friends had quieted down. 

     “Shall we go check on Daddy, kitties? It seems like everyone’s finally left.” 

With Soonie cuddled in her arms, her slipper-covered feet pad against the ground softly as she makes her way over to the door. Cracking it open, Doongie and Dori dash past her ankles and towards different nooks in the apartment that they like to hide in. With a skip of her teeth at the sudden betrayal, Y/N walks into the now-empty living room. 

     “Boys and their need to have every snack known to man while they game…” Y/N grumbles aloud as she lets the cat in her arms go to pick up empty snack wrappers from the coffee table.

Though it’s not a giant mess, she takes it upon herself to tidy up the common area as she waits for Minho to return from walking his friends out. 

Soonie announces Minho’s arrival with a soft meow as Y/N just finishes her cleaning. She’s now scrolling through her phone on the couch when her boyfriend appears in the doorway. 

     “Everyone get home okay?” 

     “Yeah. Innie left one of his controllers, so I met him at that convenience store down the road so he didn’t have to come all the way back." He leans down to pet the cat’s head briefly before walking into the living room.

     “Hosting is so exhausting.” He adds after plopping down onto the couch, his eyes closed as his body sagged against the cushions as if spending time with his best friends was the most draining thing in the world. 

     “Yeah.. but you still had fun.” A small giggle tumbles from her lips as she puts her phone down to look at him, giving Minho her undivided attention. 

She watches him silently with a small smile, his nose twitches briefly as his eyebrows furrow. Sometimes he’ll be doing the most mundane things and she can’t help but feel overwhelmed by how beautiful he is. After leaving her usually stoic boyfriend alone for most of the day, Y/N couldn’t help herself as she leaned forward, kissing his frown gently before moving on, peppering light kisses over his face. 

In return Minho grumbles, faking his displeasure as his own hands contradict him. They move to rest on her exposed thigh, his fingers tracing small circles as she smothers him with affection. 

     “If the boys saw you enjoying this, you’d never hear the end of it.” She teases between her kisses. 

     “Who said I was enjoying it?” Minho’s eyebrow raises as he opens one eye to look at her. 

     “Oh if that’s the case then I can go-“  Y/N halts all affection and moves to stand up from the couch. Only for him to reach out and grasp her wrist, quickly pulling her back down into his lap. 

     “No! I was joking! Keep kissing me, it feels nice.” He whines out as his arms move to wrap around her waist with his face near her own, ready for more affection.

     “You’re impossible, Lee Minho.” Y/N’s laughter rings out through their apartment as her finger comb through his hair lazily and her soft kisses once again decorate his face. 

     “You love it.” He voices with a small smirk, pinching her sides playfully before catching her lips into an actual kiss, which Y/N returns with a smile.

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i swear i don’t remember who i was before you painted all my nights

wednesday addams x fem!reader

warnings: jealousy bc i’m a slut for jealous wednesday <3, minor unconsensual touching [some guy just puts his hand on ur back but still a warning], mutual pinning, wednesday being a bit of a softy for you

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wednesday addams isn’t particularly good at saying how she feels. in fact, it’s very rare that wednesday feels anything at all. sure, she’s not a sociopath, but she doesn’t feel things like most girls her age do. though, when wednesday met you, there was a different feeling she’s never felt before. you showed up to nevermore in the winter; wearing a black oversized jacket, and a black mini dress (that left very little to the imagine), with a pair of black doc martens. you’re hair pushed behind your ears; your bangs— god, she couldn’t take her eyes off you. the first thing that attracted wednesday to you was the fact that you weren’t wearing any color. yet, when she saw you the next day wearing a pair of dark, distressed denim shorts, and a nude long sleeved crop top, it was surprising to herself that she still was attracted to you.

wednesday isn’t used to feeling any sort of attraction to anyone. in fact, she mostly feels nothing above tolerance for everyone around her. yet, as soon as you smiled at her, she knew she was screwed. insecurity was something wednesday rarely ever felt, yet she couldn’t bring herself to approach you. though, she didn’t have to worry about that, because you approached her on the second day of you being here, complimenting her doc martens and her hair. she blurts out a blunt thank you, and the blush coating her cheeks causes you to smile. you immediately take a liking to wednesday; her grumpy attitude, and her all black clothing… she was absolutely beautiful.

it doesn’t take long for you and wednesday to start hanging out nonstop. you’re always either in her and enid’s room (watching her type away on her typewriter), or you’re hanging with her under the large oak tree. the best part is, wednesday doesn’t care about you talking her ear off. she listens to every word you say, and she remembers every detail about you. one day, after you and wednesday had been friends for a month, you lay your head in her lap as she sits under the tree with you in the grass. she looks down at you, catching your wide eyed gaze. you’re staring at her with a look of pure adoration, and wednesday can feel her heart flutter in her chest.

you reach up, and take the hair ties off of her to braids, and wednesday furrows her brows as you sit up slightly in order to undo her braids. your eyes are sparkling as her wavy raven hair falls free, she feels a wave of panic wash over her. she’s never let anyone touch her hair. yet, here she is getting lost in your giant eyes, “your hair is beautiful. you’re beautiful.” you admit, and you blush as you look away. “quanto sei innegabilmente dolce (how undeniably sweet you are).” wednesday says simply, and you feel your stomach flutter with butterflies. “what does that mean?” you ask shyly, and she doesn’t respond, the blood rising to her cheeks.

“what are you two up to?!” enid asks excitedly as she bounces up to you two. wednesday looks up, glaring at her roommate. “ooo your hair looks so pretty!” enid adds, and you smile. “see. i told you.” you wink at wednesday, and her face feels as if it’s on fire. wednesday doesn’t know what might’ve happened if enid hadn’t interrupted that evening, but she wishes she did. you two continue to have moments as the months go on; not enough for you to say something about it, but certainly enough to make the butterflies in your belly repopulate at a rapid pace.

you two seem to develop a routine; every day after school you two would be conjoined at the hip. you were always looking for her everywhere, and no matter where she went, you were by her side. it didn’t take long for people to catch on. enid especially; she would always gush about how cute you two were, and how cute you two would be together. it made you blush ferociously every time. the truth was, you had so many feelings for wednesday, but you had no idea how she felt about you. there were moments where you’d think you’d know, but they were never enough to know for sure.

wednesday sighs in frustration as she watches you stare at yourself in the full length mirror of your shared room with yoko. you have changed your outfit three times, and each time you come out looking more beautiful than the last, yet you still were unsatisfied. “i think maybe i should wear the short shorts instead—“ you try to finish your sentence, but as you turn around wednesday is standing directly behind you. you’re face to face. “why are you changing so many times? you look fine in this.” she says, eyeing the shoulderless romper you’re wearing. it was extremely short, and she had been staring at your backside since you’ve walked out.

“i just… i want to look good at this party, and i don’t feel pretty enough in anything i own.” you confess, and wednesday scowls. “that’s the stupidest thing i’ve ever heard. you look pretty in everything.” she blurts out simply. your cheeks turn the cutest shade of pink that wednesday has ever seen, and her own cheeks heat up. you blink a few times, “y—you think i look pretty?” you ask timidly, and wednesday rolls her eyes. “i think you always look pretty.” she retorts in a truthful manner. you tuck a strand of your perfectly curled hair behind your ear as you glance down at the converse you’re wearing. “i think you always look pretty too, wednesday.” you confess, and she feels something strange in her stomach. as if her organs are about to burst inside of her. you look into her eyes, and it’s like time stops.

yoko bursts through the door, interrupting and causing wednesday to turn her head, shooting daggers at the taller girl with her eyes. “oh you look hot! you should totally wear that brown fur coat you have with that.” yoko says, and you smirk as you reach for the coat that was already on the back of the desk chair. “great minds think alike.” you wink at your roommate and she laughs. “you coming this time wednesday?” yoko questions, and wednesday rolls her eyes. “i would much rather die than go to a place full of intoxicated heathens.” she states, and you flash her the biggest puppy eyes on the planet. “but you have to come! it’s my first party since i moved here, and i want my favorite person there with me.” you pout, and wednesday can feel her heart rate picking up.

she’s your favorite person. there’s a sense of pride that washes over her due to the revelation. “very well. i’ll go. but only because you asked me to, now stop looking at me like that.” she commands, and you immediately light up, smiling widely as you squeal. you pull her into a tight hug that lasts two seconds before you gasp and remember how much wednesday hates physical contact. “i’m sorry! i got too excited.” you apologize as you pull away. wednesday has a serious look on her face, “you may embrace me whenever you’d like. my rules do not apply to you.” she clarifies, and yoko’s eyes go as wide as saucers. “in that case… i want another one right now.” you admit, and wednesday’s cheeks turn crimson red as you wrap your arms around her again. the smell of your girly perfume and mint shampoo filling her senses in the best way. her heart is pounding, and she wonders if you can feel it.

“ugh! can you guys please stop being so disgustingly cute? i want to actually go to the party and see how hot divina looks, not sit here and watch you two flirt.” she comments seriously, and you pull away, a deep scarlet coated flush on your nose and cheek bones. “sorry, ko. i can’t help it, have you seen her?” you ask, gesturing towards wednesday who looked as if she were mentally about to combust. yoko laughs wildly at the shorter girls expression, “i think you broke her.” your roommate determines, and you giggle as you put your coat on. you eye wednesday who’s wearing a large black coat, zipped up and hiding the outfit she was wearing underneath. her fishnets compliment her docs perfectly, and her hair was done in her usual two braids. you couldn’t help but think she looks completely gorgeous as usual.

“we’re ready. come on, cutie.” you declare as you reach for wednesday’s hand, but pause midway. “may i hold your hand, wednesday?” you ask hopefully, and your eyes are optimistic, her heart is staggering. “yes.” she answers, and you interlock your fingers with hers, and her skin sparks at the touch. you begin leading her to the door where yoko was standing, and she gets lost in her thoughts about you as you and yoko begin conversation. “enid just left with ajax after we finished getting ready. she told me to come get you.” yoko explains as you all walk out of the bedroom. “are you excited for your first nevermore party?” yoko inquires eagerly, and you nod enthusiastically, “yes! back in my city our parties always got a little too crazy. i’m hoping that isn’t the case here.” you reveal, and yoko giggles. “you’re partying with a bunch of teenage, supernatural, hormonal beings. it’s bound to get a little crazy.” your roommate reveals, and you laugh.

“well at least i’ll have you there with me.” you tell wednesday, and the blood rises to her face for the dozenth time this evening. “i’m only going because of you.” wednesday grumbles, making you smile widely. “i need you there!” you admit, and wednesday rolls her eyes, feigning annoyance as you all walk away from the school and into the woods. it only takes about ten minutes to get there, and as soon as you do you can hear the music and see a bunch of students from school dancing and mingling. “hey yoko! over here!” divina calls out, and yoko’s face turns osy pink as she looks over at you and wednesday. “i’m gonna go talk to divina. i’ll be back.” the taller girl says, and you smirk, nodding at your friend whilst also knowing she probably won’t be back anytime soon.

wednesday glances around, her upper lip curling up in disdain. she hates parties. though when she looks at you, you’re looking at her with a soft smile. “don’t worry, we can make an escape after drinking a bit of the punch, okay?” you suggest, and wednesday looks at you in confusion. “you want to leave early? why? i thought you wanted to be here.” wednesday states, and you shrug. “i honestly just wanted to see you at a party. i thought it would be fairly entertaining. but i mostly just wanted to hang out with you.” you reveal shyly, and wednesday swears her heart might beat out of her chest. she stares into your eyes, and finds no ounce of dishonesty. she opens her mouth to respond, but enid interrupts before she can get any words out. “hey guys!” the blonde exclaims, and your smile lights up the entire forest, wednesday thinks. “hey e! this is really cute. i love the lights.” you say as you look around at all the hanging lights on trees. “thanks! xavier and ajax helped with the lights!” enid explains, and you smile.

“well it turned out awesome!” you respond just as cheerfully as the blonde. wednesday scowls. your roommates are continuously interrupting potential moments with you for her, and it was starting to frustrate the shorter girl to no end. enid shifts her gaze in order to look at wednesday, smirking at her, “i knew you’d show up! you’ve been secretly dying to see how fun these parties are!“ enid declares, and wednesday flashes her a murderous expression, “i came for y/n.” wednesday says simply, and your heart rate speeds up a bit as she admits it so casually. god, she has you feeling crazy. “you guys are so cute!” enid practically fawns over you two and you look down at your shoes and smile sheepishly.

“use that word associated with me again, and you’ll have to sleep with one eye open.” the raven haired girl states seriously, and you giggle. “you are a cutie though. i’ll go get us some drinks! try not to threaten enid anymore until i come back.” you joke, and before wednesday can follow you, you’re making your way past a hoard of students and towards the portable drink cooler. enid smirks as she watches wednesday’s gaze never leave you. “so, are you finally going to make a move tonight?” enid asks her roommate, causing wednesday to turn around and shoot the slightly taller girl a deadly glower with her eyes.

“what are you going on about now?” wednesday asks, and enid shrugs. “i’m just saying, tonight would be a perfect time to make a move on her. you know… kiss her, or maybe tell her how you feel.” the blonde elaborates, and wednesday sucks in a sharp breath. “how i feel?” she questions uncertainly, and enid flashes her a look that says “are you serious”. wednesday looks over at you, and she sees you’re now speaking to one of the lacrosse players. what she doesn’t realize is the boy drunkenly started speaking to you after seeing how short your romper was. wednesday can’t tell you’re being polite out of nervousness, not because you actually want to speak with this boy.

the look on wednesday’s face is unrecognizable; she usually looks as if she wants to hurt someone, but the way she’s looking at this boy… it genuinely scares enid. “why is he standing so close to her? and why is she laughing at what he’s saying? does she know him?” wednesday begins to ask a number of questions, and enid shakes her head. “that’s jeremy from the lacrosse team. i have second period with him… i don’t think y/n’s ever spoken to him a day in her life.” enid explains, and wednesday’s belly burns as she witnesses him place his hand on your lower back, making her fists clench. enid can see the uncomfortable expression on your face, and you glance over at wednesday, who is too busy burning holes in this guys side profile to notice the look you’re giving her.

“you should go save your girl. now.” enid insists as she pushes wednesday in your direction. wednesday stalks over to you, and your eyes light up at the grumpy girls presence. “if you want to keep that hand i suggest you take it off her. now.” wednesday interrupts you both, and jeremy’s annoying smile falls. he pulls his hand away from you, and looks at wednesday who is giving him the death stare. “what do you want wednesday? isn’t this place a little outside of your scene?” he asks, “wouldn’t you have more fun at the cemetery? or the morgue?” he snickers at his own joke and you feel your blood boil.

“and wouldn’t you have more fun talking to someone who actually wants to talk to you? because if you couldn’t tell, i don’t. i came with wednesday, and i’d like to keep it that way.” you say certainly, and jeremy’s face falls. you see rage flicker in his eyes for a second, before he calms down. “whatever. you’re not even that hot anyways. have fun with your goth girlfriend, bitch.” he hisses as he tries to walk away, but wednesday trips him, causing him to fall on the ground with a loud “oof”.b he tries to stand up but wednesday pushes him down onto his back easily. he looks up at, his face full of shock and confusion, but the small amount of fear in his eyes is what gets wednesday’s blood rushing as a type of anger that she’s never felt hits her like a tsunami. “i’m only going to say this once, and never again, so i suggest you tell your friends and anyone else who will listen… y/n is mine and if i ever see your grubby hands anywhere near her, i will cut them off. where do you think i got thing from?” she asks him, as she towers over him, and his eyes well up with fear as soon she lifts her boot to step on his chest with just enough pressure to keep him down.

“do you understand me, or shall i threaten you in cave man so your tiny brain can comprehend?” she repeats, and you feel your mouth go dry as you stare at her with a look of shock. your blood is scorching, and jeremy nods rapidly before wednesday removes her boot off his chest. as soon as she allows him to get up, he scurries away. your cheeks are on fire, and you notice a crowd of students staring at you both, watching the scene unfold with interest. “wednesday—“ you start but as soon as she notices the way people are staring, she glares at you. “this is exactly why i don’t come to parties.” she hisses and you frown as she begins to walk away.

“wednesday wait!” you try as you rush to catch up with her while she storms away from the crowded area. she walks faster in order to get away from you, and you huff, “you can’t seriously be upset at me about that! i didn’t do anything!“ you exclaim and wednesday comes to a terse halt, nearly causing you to bump into her. she turns around and looks at you, as if she’s seeing right into your soul. you’re stood in place, your arms folded over your chest and the clouds of each of your breaths is the only thing between you two. “exactly, you didn’t do anything! except laugh at his stupid jokes and allow him to touch you!” she expresses angrily, and you offer her a look of disbelief.

“i allowed him to do no such thing! he just touched me, wednesday. i didn’t know how to react so i laughed! it’s a nervous thing!” you raise your voice and she opens her mouth to say something, but before she can, you continue. “and if you would have taken your eyes off him for two seconds, you would have noticed that i was signaling for you the entire time.” you add, and wednesday purses her lips. “i should go back and cut his fingers off.” she tries to sound blunt, trying her hardest to hide the absolute rage she feels, but you can hear it clear as day. you sigh, shaking your head. “it’s okay. i mean, it’s not okay, but if i had you cut off every persons finger who’s touched me without my permission… well, you’d have a whole collection of fingers.” you joke, and wednesday stares at you.

“i want to be the only person on this awful planet who is allowed to touch you. with your permission of course.” wednesday confesses, and time stands still for a moment as wednesday looks at you. “you always have permission. you’re my wednesday.” you tell her gently as you reach for her hand. you play with her fingers, keeping your gaze on her rings and causing her breath to hitch as you do so. “did you mean what you said to jeremy? that i’m yours?” you ask gently as your eyes wander to hers, “yes… i know i’m not very well with emotions, but when i’m around you, i feel as though my wretched heart is trying to claw its way out of my chest and right into your hands. i want you to be mine. mine to touch. mine to kiss. mine to cherish. you deserve be loved properly. i could love you properly.” wednesday’s words cause your heart to palpitate rapidly, and wednesday glances down at your lips for a moment, before meeting your soft eyes again.

“i’m already yours wednesday.” you assure her certainly. she’s searching your face for any signs of dishonesty, and you’re staring back at her intently. “kiss me.” you insist, your hand still playing with hers, and she doesn’t think twice before she leans in and places a soft kiss on your lips. though it’s short, you still feel a burning sensation against your mouth, and your heart is nearly racing out of your chest. “again.” you request, and she kisses you again, this time longer. the butterflies in your belly erupt, as if they’re repopulating inside of you. when she pulls away, her cheeks are crimson red and her eyes are staring into your soul.

“that was… nice.” she states simply, and you smile widely, knowing that was a very good compliment coming from wednesday addams. “it was. we should do it again.” you tease, your cheeks flushing pink, and she stands up straight, interlocking her fingers with yours. “how about now?” she asks you, and you giggle, leaning in and placing a kiss on her cheek. “let’s go back to your room. we can watch frankenstein, and you can kiss me as much as you please.” you suggest, and wednesday can feel all of the puzzle pieces of her heart clicking into place as you begin to lead her in the direction of the boarding school.

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a/n: i can’t believe some of you actually liked my last wednesday x fem reader fic 🥺 i’m going to start uploading more on here!!

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[mactavishwritings]

Fresh Ink Part Three

Ghost x Tattoo Artist!Reader

You were always there for him. Would he do the same for you?

Tw: tattoo needles, kidnapping <3

Part one | Part two | Part three | Part four|

It had been about a year and a half since you had started tattooing Simon and about a year since you and Ghost had started seeing each other. You had worked on his sleeve until it creeped up over his shoulder and onto his back. You asked him multiple times to let you do his other arm, but he refused, claiming that he didn't want to run the risk of ruining a single piece with scars or wounds. You told him constantly that you would always cover it up, but he denied every wish. What you did manage to convince him of was to allow you to do a thigh piece; a giant portrait of Ares, the God of War and Courage, with a battle scene background. You had sketches drawn up in your notepad you kept besides your bed, not letting Simon get any early peaks. He always said he trusted you, not wanting any peaks any way, but you always caught him trying to look over your should while you were drawing.

The two of you tried to step up many appointments for Simon to get this tattoo done, but every time the appointment came around, he would get sent on a mission that would pull him away from you for weeks or even months at a time. You felt like you were being stood up, but you knew he couldn't control it. You saw in his eyes that he felt terrible about it and he didn't want to leave you. Whenever he did come back home, he came straight to you. You were his home; he never need to stop at his apartment, he had clothes at your house, and you were always waiting for him with open arms. You were the only home he needed. That and your shop made him feel happy and warm.

Speaking of your shop, you had expanded and you hired another artist to work in the shop with you. It lessened your work load incredibly and gave you the ability to see more of your clients. It definitely helped you relax a lot. Simon noticed the relief immediately, seeing you walk with less weight on your shoulders. You even had the ability to update your room even more; adding more decorations and pictures of you two. Emma made fun of you occasionally, but thought it was cute. Finally, Simon was able to get his thigh tattoo done. He was sitting in your chair, leg up and exposed. You were focused on the tattoo gun, dragging the needle carefully down his thigh. "You know, we've never had a real first date. Our dates consist of tattoos and movies at your place." Simon stated, hand resting on your back. You paused and leaned back in your chair, looking up at the man. "What? What do you mean?" You had a loopsided smile on your face, leaning up towards Simon who leaned back down in response. "I wanna take you on date. A real one where you dress nice and I bring you flowers."

Your face flushed and you gently kissed Simon's cheek before going back to his tattoo. "What were you think, love?" You pulled a deep line, thickening that side to add dimension to the piece. "I want to bring you to some fancy place where we make fun of the other people dining and I want you to wear some pretty dress that will make me drool all night and some heels that make your feel hurt so I'll have to rub them later." Simon played with a piece of your hair that fell out of your ponytail. You giggled and nodded along to his words. "And I would invite you in for a tea afterwards and you would come up with me. We would sit on my couch and drink the terrible I have because I don't drink it." Simon smiled brightly, the smile that only you get to see. "Exactly! Next day you're off, we're going because I don't know when my next mission is." You nodded, pulling another line, a thin one this time.

A couple days past and Simon had texted you that he was cashing in on his date card. He had texted you the day before that he was going to take you out so you had plenty of time to get ready. You treated yourself that day, a full shower, shave, and lotion. You spent the whole day focusing on yourself and getting ready. You knew that Simon would appreciate you taking the time to ground your mind. He wanted you to feel special, to know how much you meant to him. At half past 6, you got a text from Simon saying that he was outside your apartment building. You giggled and double checked yourself in the mirror before running out the door. You felt like it was a first date and you were still trying to impress each other again.

You met Simon in the lobby of your apartment, where he stood with a bouquet of fresh flowers. It was a variety of different flowers, from white lilies to pink roses. You took the flowers in your hands and your face flushed. “Thank you, Si. You really didn’t have to.” You planted a soft kiss on his cheek and he offered your his arm. He wore his usual skull mask, a pair of black fitted jeans, and a plain grey tee shirt that he had half tucked into his pants. Johnny must’ve given him some pointers on how to dress for this date. “I know. I wanted to though. You look absolutely stunning.” You had put on exactly what he had asked of you; a nice dark red dress that stopped right at mid thigh and a pair of heels that were already making your feet hurt, but nothing you couldn’t handle. You took his arm and gracefully walked with him to his car, smiling brightly up at the man, trying your best to ignore the stares you were getting.

The dress you picked out highlighted all of your tattoos, showing them off just how Simon liked. You knew it wasn’t usual for a woman to be completely covered in tattoos, but it was becoming more common. Most of the women who lived around you were clean and pristine, so of course they gave you stare downs whenever given the chance. Plus with Simon’s hulking figure and his mask, you two were like a show for these older women to gawk at. You felt slightly uncomfortable, wanting nothing more than to shrug on a jacket and hide in it. Simon must’ve noticed because he dropped his arm down and wrapped it tightly around your waist. He ushered you quickly into his car. “Ignore them, love. We’re gonna enjoy our evening, despite them.” Simon reassured as he opened the door for you, leaning down close to your face. You smiled, breathlessly nodding before sliding into the passenger seat. Simon reached over you and buckled you in and closed the door before quickly jogging around to the driver’s side and jumped in. You smiled happily as you wrapped your hand around his arm, leaning your head on his shoulder as he took off down the road.

"So we have two options; sushi or steak. Up to you." Simon kissed your head and you shrugged. "Choices choices choices....I think steak." You hummed and Simon smiled. "I like it. Let's go then." Simon quickly changed lanes and turned left. You leaned back in your seat and grabbed his phone to change the music to something you liked. Once you arrived to the restaurant, Simon opened your car door and you stepped out. You smiled at the place and Simon locked his car before guiding you inside. You guys were seated at a booth and you two sat across from each other, him reaching out to hold your hand. You squeezed his hand and grabbed the menu. "You want me to order for you, honey?" Simon looked at you, his thumb rubbing across your knuckles. "Yeah, whatever you think is good. I'm not sure what to get." You scanned the menu a few more times before placing the menu back down at the edge of the table. Simon nodded, before calling the waiter over and ordered a bottle of wine, two steaks, and an appetizer for you two to share. You smiled and leaned back, watching Simon check his phone before sliding it back in his pocket. Your smile faltered for a moment and your shoulders dropped.

"It's going in my pocket and not coming out for the rest of the night, I swear." Simon's hand came to rest on your arm and you nodded, smiling softly at the man. "You get called away any time we try to get together... Don't want to get my hopes up is all." You turned out as the waiter brought out the appetizer. Simon grabbed your hand gently as you tried to divert your attention to the food. "No no, baby. Look at me. I am here tonight and I am not going anywhere. I swear to you. Not tonight, You have me tonight." Simon whispered to you and you blushed, nodding. "Now let's enjoy the rest of the night without worrying about when I am leaving." You two were finishing up the rest of your dessert and you hand your wine glass in your hand, eyes practically in hearts. Simon was telling you one of his mission stories and his fingers laced with yours. When the check came, Simon immediately handed the waiter his credit card, not letting you even see the total. You blushed and finished the rest of your wine, rubbing his arm lightly.

The two of you decided to walk around the park that was down the road from the restaurant. You two held hands, walking past other people in the park. It was a clear night, relatively warm, and the sky was clear. You were just about to say something to Simon when his phone started buzzing in his pocket. Your shoulders dropped and your stomach plummeted. Simon squeezed your hand, before taking out his phone. You sighed as the man stepped away to take the call. The only reason you knew it wasn't good was he kept looking back at you with a familiar look in his eye; the look of sadness that he got when he had to leave you for another mission. You sighed and crossed your arms across your chest as Simon came back over to you after he hung up. "Babe..." Simon grabbed your arms and pulled you close to his chest. "Si. It's okay. It's your job, you can't control that." You casually shrugged and Simon shook his head, leading you back to his car. "I leave in two days. You and I are going to stay in your bed until then and I don't want to hear otherwise."

Those two days came and pasted and Simon stayed true to his word. The two of you stayed in your bed, minimal clothes and only getting up for food and the bathroom. When it came time for Simon to leave, you drove him back to base. You smiled at the man as he leaned over to kiss you deeply before getting out of the car. You rolled the passenger window down and Simon rest his forearms on the open slot. "Will you be here when I get back?" You nodded, knowing the hidden meaning behind the question. "Always." You reached your hand out and Simon grabbed it and planted a kiss on your knuckles. "Seeing you after the missions always make them go by faster. I now got something to come home to."

The mission had only lasted 3 weeks, but it felt like forever for you. You tried to make it go by faster by taking on more clients, but even Emma could tell your mind was elsewhere. You had just finished your last client of the day when you felt eyes on you. You turned your head to see Simon standing at the entrance of your room with his mask pulled up to his nose. "Oh my god! I didn't know you were going to be home this week!" You squealed and rushed over to the tall man. He was prepared for your weight, easily lifting you with one arm wrapped quickly around your middle. "Wanted to surprise you. Called Emma earlier to see if you were still in." You giggled and planted kisses all over the man's face. You tried to push his mask up more, but he stopped you, looking over his shoulder. He walked further into the room and closed the door, before finally shedding his mask. "There he is." You whispered as he sat down on your tattoo chair with you on top of him. You kissed his forehead, nose, and finally lips. "(Y/N). I need to have a serious conversation with you. You know that my job comes with risk, right?"

You got nervous and nodded, arms resting on his shoulders. "Have you seen anything weird? Gotten any weird messages?" You had never seen Simon so serious before. You thought back and shook your head. "I need to be open and honest with you, okay? We got intel that a suspect we've been chasing has touched down about 10 miles from here and I need to know immediately if you see anything weird or unusual." Your body got tense and nodded. "We don't think you'll be in any danger, but I want you to be prepared." You rubbed Simon's shoulder, feeling the stress he had been holding onto for the past few weeks. "Thank you, Si. I will let you know immediately. Pinky promise." You held your pinky out and Simon wrapped his around yours; you both leaned down and kissed your outstretched thumbs to seal the promise. A few days had pasted since that conversation, and you had forgotten all about the threat. You had just parked your car in the employee parking lot you recently opened and walked around to the front door of your shop to unlock the door. You were wrestling with your purse to find the keys when you noticed a note on the door. You grabbed the note and opened it; the paper had a black serpent symbol on it and that's when you heard the squealing of tires and you looked up. You gasped when you saw a black van pull up behind you and two masked men jumped out, grabbing your arms and covering your mouth. You cried out, kicking your legs as they dragged you into the van and driving off; not before dropping both the note and a black ace card on your door.

You were fighting the men off when you were injected with a drug in your arm. You felt your mind go fuzzy and the panic increased tenfold. Tears rolled down your face as you thought of Simon's words, knowing this would practically kill him. You closed your eyes, feeling the fight leave you as darkness over took. How would you survive this?

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[fairysluna]

Cregan + modern!au; he’s a hockey player and reader’s a figure skater? 👀

Send me a potential AU and I’ll tell you five fun facts that would happen in a story.

Why am I kinda obsessed with this idea?🤭 (this kinda came out as a drabble, im sorryy)

I'm seeing an 'enemies to lovers' trope here. You met him at the ice rink, you were practicing a new movement that was getting a bit too hard to perform when the whole local team suddenly took over the rink. You approached the guy that seemed to be the captain - angry that they didn't have the decency to talk to you before wordlessly kicking you out. The guy introduced himself as Cregan Stark, and you immediately recognized his face from the posters on every place in Winterfell; it was a small town, and people like him would obviously get praised by his neighbors. You didn't like him at all, especially when he didn't even apologize to you.

Regardless of that situation, you still came back to the rink afterwards, using the only place available for you to train. Occasionally, your coach would be with you - and some days Cregan would arrive early and he would watch you from the bleachers, curious to know why he hasn't been able to stop thinking about you. Of course, you didn't notice him at first, but after a while his intense gaze was easily perceived by you. After a few days and once your training finished, he approached you and apologize for 'the incident of the other day' - you didn't think too much about it, but you accepted the apology. That's when all started.

You still were a bit reluctant to make acquaintance with him, noticing how he would act so different and tougher around his peers but funny and easygoing with you - almost like a Dany Zuko situation. But regardless of his odd attitude changes, you would still accept going out with him after his practice. You laughed - a lot. Cregan become addicted to the sound of it, getting butterflies each time he would hear it. You had a great time, secretly wanting to repeat the occasion. You hang out a couple times, until he invited you to one of his games; and you accepted.

Throughout the entire game you would see him get beat and push around, holding your breath each time he would fall on the ice; you never knew what was that all about. Things got out of hand when you saw how he would push someone from the opposite team, resulting in a fight that would make everyone gasp; your heart beating faster once you saw blood running down his nose and him being guided towards the dressing rooms. Your body reacted by itself and before you knew you were standing in front of him, holding tissues up his nose and laughing at his antics. That was the day you knew you liked him - that you really, really liked him. It was the day of your first kiss too.

Weeks from that, everytime he was on the ice rink he had you - his number one supporter - on the bleaches, cheering at him and cursing at anyone who dares to put a hand on the man you loved. And whenever you had a presentation, after spinning around and doing your tricks on the ice, you would always have to your number one fan waiting for you with a giant smile and a bouquet of flowers on his hand, ready to take you home to celebrate your victories on the privacy of your room. (iykwim)

If you have something to add, please feel free to send me your ideas✨🤭

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[mrs-b-heelshire]

Brahms headcanons p.2

Just some more things I think our lil boy Brahms would do with us

SFW bits (8 points)

❤︎ I will admit I don't know how it would work but I can see him growing comfortable enough to allow your friends round, he'd be nervous when he first meets them because he doesn't know how they would react to him but when they treat him like they've known him for years he gets comfortable around them, he wouldn't take off his mask that's only for you

❤︎ he still doesn't like when men talk to you or put their hands on you but he will start to notice how you don't let the hugs last long and you only properly hug him, if you notice he is getting uncomfortable with a male you will stay close to him touching his arm or playing with his hair and telling him he's the only person in the world for you, he will adore this and it will make him want to steal you away

❤︎ he starts to notice your jealousy, if a woman hugs him or keeps finding excuse to touch his arm he will see the flash of anger in your eyes and he absolutely loves it, he wouldn't push anything I.E touching the women back or letting the hugs last too long but he would always look at you when he knows the women have done something you hate, he would always come over to calm you down and later he would let you prove he is yours and only yours

❤︎ if you have done something to make him mad he will go back to his old room in the walls, he will sit and sulk, going over what happened in his head a hundred times over, if you go and find him he will ignore you, he still doesn't know how to properly deal with his anger so he disappears so he doesn't say something that would hurt you, to calm him down all you have to do is apologise and kiss his mask softly, he will instantly melt because he missed you so much

❤︎ if you get sick he will shower you in affection, he would make you food and make sure you're drinking enough but if you start to puke you are on your own he can't do the sound or smell of it, he would try of course but he would always end up leaving quickly stopping himself from heaving, he would still kiss you even when you tell him not to because he could get sick as well but he will always say he doesn't care

❤︎ when he is sick, he is a giant baby, he will whine and complain about everything, he will not want you to leave his side for anything even if it's to get him food/drink, if you do leave, he will shuffle after you wrapped in a blanket telling you to come back

❤︎ he dislikes baths, you can't figure out why, he likes to be clean but baths will always be a battle, he will hide in the walls to avoid them but once he's in the bath it will be a long battle to get him out, he likes when you add bubbles and the little rubber ducks you got him to try and get him to like baths, he will always try and find an excuse on why you should join him in the bath, going as far as splashing you then saying "well you are wet now get in"

❤︎ you caught him playing the piano when he thought you were still outside doing the laundry, you stand by the door to the living room and just listen to him play, he's relaxed when he plays, he gets shy when he catches you watching him but will play for you if you ask him to because he loves to see your smile

NSFW bits (5 points) DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE A MINOR

TW's: praise, pet names, kink, denial

❤︎ after a while you notice he wants to be dominant more often, he likes teasing you then denying you release, he likes when you beg him and whimper when he stops touching you, it reminds him just how much you desire and want him

❤︎ when you started to put on little outfits for him, he was confused at first, he didn't want you to feel like you had to dress up to get his attention but when he saw you in one of the outfits and his cardigan he picked you up and pinned you to the nearest wall and made you see stars

❤︎ he caught you one day in his mask, you couldn't help it you got too curious, he stared at you for a while before walking over to you, he lifts your chin, so you are looking at him, his eyes are scanning the mask, he kisses the mask softly before telling you to get onto the bed

❤︎ he has come to love the holidays because of you, Valentine's day, Xmas, Halloween. he loved how you wore themed outfits to surprise him, Halloween was his favourite, you have shown him horror movies in the past and he obviously loved them so when you would walk out of the bathroom dressed as a sexy version of a slasher he liked he'd instantly be on his knees for you

❤︎ there are times he will still get shy when it comes to sex, he will start to overthink, thinking he's not good enough or not doing it right, you can always tell when he gets like this because he is less touchy with you, you can try to reassure him with words but what works the most is randomly going up to him and begging him to fuck you, if that doesn't seem to be enough, whimpering and putting his hands on your body will work, it will instantly push away any doubts he had when he sees how desperate you are for him

❤︎ he loves to worship your body, he will always kiss every inch of you when he gets the chance, he will take his time kissing, caressing, and nibbling all your sensitive areas, he will want to drive you insane, he will love the sounds you make when he makes every inch of your body overly sensitive

❤︎ he loves when you get into one of your hypersexual moods, he will do anything and everything to get you going, he will whimper and beg, he will beg you to touch him, to kiss him, he will beg you to let him make you feel good, when you say yes, he will let you have complete control, telling him how and what to do, he will do it all

#the boy 2016 #the boy #the boy movie #brahms #brahms heelshire #brahms the boy #baby boy brahms #brahms x reader #brahms heelsire x reader #horror movies #horror films #slashers #slasher community #slasher fucker

[kisinthehouse]

Felix Catton x Reader 

Warning(s)- Drinking, Kissing, Dub-Con, Slight Exhibitionism (Felix and Reader don’t know about it). Let me know if I forgot something <3

When the Catton’s threw a party, they really threw one. You often wonder where Felix got his high-strung energy and need to be around chaos, however, all those thoughts and wonders left your mind as soon as you stepped into Oliver Quick’s birthday party, hosted at Saltburn over the summer. When Felix invited you to join him over the break at his family’s estate, you thought they would be snotty people with an old-money attitude. Your mind was quickly changed after you attended a few of their lavious, and booze-driven, events. You wore a sparky, baby pink dress that Elsbeth smiled at when she saw it. “It’s just beautiful! It’ll look so realistic when you add fairy wings”. Now with your hair, makeup, and outfit completely done, you were starting to see her vision, and so was Felix. 

You had both had a few drinks now, and he was dancing over to you, clearly quite tipsy, with a giant smile on his face. You smiled back at him as he wrapped his hands around your waist and started to lead you away from the party. You didn’t realize where he was even leading you, too lost in the feeling of his body so close to yours. You only came to your senses when suddenly the lights from the house got blurred, and you realized that he had led you into the maze. You both drunkenly giggle as he pushes you against the wall of the maze and grow more invested in each other. “You just look so pretty in this get-up darling. As pretty as the moon”. You smile up at him while blushing slightly as his hands move up your thighs to go under your dress. You moan softly and pull his body closer to yours. 

The moonlight illuminates the both of you, dressed up for the party of your life, but as you open your eyes and glance behind Felix, it also illuminates someone else. You jump back away from Felix and push him off of you as he gives you a confused look, thinking he did something wrong or pushed you too far. Your eyes quickly move to his and he looks back to where you were looking. Oliver was standing in the entrance to the area of the maze you guys were in, still in his party outfit, and looking as intoxicated as you and Felix were. Felix jumped back and put his hand on his heart “Jesus Oliver, you can’t just sneak up on people like that”. Oliver looked between the both of you and raised his eyebrows slowly before putting his hands up in surrender “I was just coming to look for you Felix”. You looked up at Felix and then back at Oliver as you opened your mouth “Fel I can go, i’ll meet you back at the house”. He looked down at you and smiled softly, but you could tell that he was anything but relaxed. He nods before kissing your temple softly “Alright, i’ll see you up there”. You walk past Oliver and give him a quick smile and a “happy birthday Ollie”, before walking out of the maze, careful to follow the exact route back to the entrance that you used to enter into it.

 You joined the party again, and grabbed a glass of champagne before talking to some of the Catton's friends. As one glass of champagne turned into 3, and 3 became 4, you lifted the glass up to your lips, wondering where the boys were. Before you could think any more about your thoughts, and before you could take a sip, you heard a blood curdling scream break through the chilly night air. The scream was so loud that you, and a couple other people, dropped your drink glasses onto the pavement below your feet. Elsbeth stood up from where she was sitting and talked to her friends and looked around at everyone in the party, her eyes wide before turning to look at her husband, who shared the same expression.

“Did that come from the maze?”

#felix catton smut #felix catton #oliver quick #saltburn 2023 #venetia catton #jacob elordi smut #jacob elordi

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello! Can I request for Buddha, Hades and beelzebub where they are trying to court reader but she has a talking giant fenrir wolf with very powerful magic skills trying to keep them away from reader. I can imagine her wolf picking reader up and walking away with her every time they go near her, just a little add on seems really cute.

-You were a forest goddess, watching over travelers who ventured into your maze of trees, guiding them out.

-You were known for your kind heart and powerful magic, but mostly you were known for your giant wolf that was the size of a small elephant, your protector, your partner, as he had been by your side for as long as you could remember.

-The reason behind Feni’s reputation was not due to his size, but due to his protectiveness of you and his dislike of others, except children.

-If you were guiding someone who had gotten lost in your forest out, he was fine, but if this person was bothering you, as in not leaving, he had no issues just picking you up and dragging you away, growling at the offender.

Buddha- You greeted him warmly as he waved to you, meeting in your normal place in the middle of your forest. He often took walks in your forest, getting lost most of the time, but you always seemed to find him, and you would take him back to the main path. You considered him a friend as he had been seeking you out almost daily, enjoying your walks together, however, Feni did not appreciate this trespasser who was constantly coming to the forest, speaking with you, often pouting like a child. Buddha was soft on you, anyone with eyes could see that, and you had noticed his lingering eyes, making you feel a bit bashful. Buddha crossed the line, in Feni’s eyes, when he gave you a flower, tucking it behind your ear, after you made it back to the main path of your forest, as a thank you, his hand brushing against you cheek. Feni picked you up by the back of your dress, holding you as if you were a puppy before trotted off while you tried to make him stop. Buddha sighed softly, rubbing the back of his neck, knowing he would need to try to win Feni over if he wanted to court you.

Hades- Feni knew Hades well, only seeing him as a threat, as anyone with eyes could see the longing eyes of the God of the Underworld when he looked at you. Feni was cautious with him, growling lowly if he got too close to you, not hesitating to walk between the two of you, which you thought was rather cute, but Hades found it a bit annoying. He had tried winning Feni over, bringing peace offerings of fancy cuts of meat, which Feni took before growling at Hades again. He could understand Feni’s desire to keep you safe, you were a ray of sunshine, one that needed to be protected, and Feni was that protector. You found Hades resting by a lake in your forest, waiting for you, as you often met by the lake so you could sit and talk for as long as Feni would allow, which was only for about five minutes. You smiled at your friend as he stood, seeing you approach and you squeaked in surprise when he handed you a single red rose, a determined look on his face, “Y/N I- hey!” as soon as he saw the flower, Feni grabbed you by the back of your dress, picking you up and quickly trotting away, leaving Hades to chase after the two of you while you were trying to make Feni put you down.

Beelzebub- He found your forest peaceful, that’s why he could be found there regularly, just wandering around, enjoying the peaceful nature. You were the bonus that came with his wanderings, after you found him wandering after he had been lost for hours and you easily led him through the forest. You were so warm, so gentle, you were just as soothing as the forest was. He was quickly introduced to Feni, who had approached and growled in his face, trying to assert his dominance over the god, to protect you, so Beelzebub wasn’t too upset, as you were someone worthy protecting. The two had been engaged in a silent standoff for months now, for as long as you and Feni first met Beelzebub, who wanted to get to know you, and Feni wanted to keep him away from you. They would be locked in fierce glaring matches, sparks flying between them, but as soon as you turned, they were looking away, as if nothing had just been happening. Beelzebub was bold one day, after you led him back to the path that would lead him out, by taking your hand, pecking the back of it, thanking you. Before you could react Feni had picked you up, turning before setting you down and turned to growl darkly at Beelzebub before he picked you up, trotting away as you tried to tell him to let you go.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror buddha #ror hades #ror beelzebub

[chvoswxtch]

OMG HII HAPPY 2K, LOVE!!!!

Thank you for writing and sharing it with the world, FOR FREE ‼️💖💕💞

Truly a blessing if u ask me and know you're appreciated by me (a big whore) and other people alike 😋

I'd like to order an old fashioned with Frank Castle, please!

So here goes my silly thot:

hunter/butcher!Frank au (anything to do with selling meat)

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"I didn't come here for meat. I came for your meat."

AHHH MY LOVE!!! THANK YOU!!! 💖

i'm not gonna lie to you, reading this one turned me rabid. if i may be an absolute whore add some spice to this old fashioned-

this old fashioned is garnished with jalepeño (minors dni)

thots below the cut

frank castle's meat

let's set the stage, shall we? we're talking long haired, bearded frankie (think punisher season 1)

he's the local butcher in town, and all his meats come from his own hunting kills

now frankie has a shop most of his customers come to so they can get their meats, but because you typically work while his shop is open, he allows you to come by his cabin to pick up your orders

his secluded cabin in the middle of the woods (you know where this is going)

now you know for a fact he doesn't allow anyone else to do this, and you use that knowledge that he's sweet on you to your full advantage

maybe your dresses and shorts get a little shorter with every visit, or your shirts get just a little more low cut, but frankie doesn't seem to mind and you notice his flannels and henleys are far more unbuttoned around you than they are when he's in town

being the gentleman he is, he loads everything into your car for you

"can't have you gettin' your pretty hands all dirty."

sometimes he lingers for a moment, leaning up against your car as he asks you about your day or how work is going, and you ask him questions in return. if he's busy and doesn't have time for small talk, he'll throw a little extra something in for you, but he never invites you inside

he's not the chattiest person, and he's always polite and professional when he's talking to you, but that doesn't mean you don't catch the way his eyes wander when he thinks you're not watching him

you keep your flirting playful and light, just in case you're reading him wrong and he really is just that nice, but eventually you grow frustrated and decide if he's not going to make a move, then you will

so you put on your prettiest dress and the sexiest pair of panties you own and drive to frankie's one friday night, and that mountain of a man is on his porch before you can even shut your engine off bc he saw the headlights

and while there's clear confusion on his face when he sees you, the second you get out of your car and he sees what you’re wearing, that confusion quickly melts into something else

"hey sweetheart. I uh...missin' somethin'? didn't think you had an order to pick up tonight."

and the clear lust shinning in his eyes underneath the glow of the moonlight fills you to the brim with that last ounce of confidence you needed to finally get what you want

you swear you see him swallow thickly when you approach him slowly with a sultry smile on your lips and a shake of your head

"I didn't come here for meat, Frankie. I came for your meat."

again, being the gentleman he is, frankie just stares at you with wide eyes, refusing to make a move until he's sure he knows exactly what you're asking for and stumbling over his words

"I uh...don't think I...I know what you're askin' for here, sweetheart."

"I think you do, Frankie. I think you want something from me, too. What do you say we work out a trade?"

if you weren't so turned on you would find it comical that you rendered the giant broody man everyone in town was intimidated by so nervous that he couldn't speak, but you were turned on and impatient so you take frankie's hands and guide them to your hips until he gets the hint

and that is all the confirmation he needs to pounce and then there is not an inch of your skin his hands aren't exploring

he's wanted you for so long that he can't even make it to the bedroom. he spreads you out right over his dining table and drops to his knees to get a taste of you before he's fucking you so hard over it that the table ends up halfway across the living room by the time he's done with you

needless to say, you're his favorite customer

#frank castle #frank castle headcannon #frank castle thots #frank castle request #frank castle smut #frank castle x you #frank castle x reader #court's 2k follower celebration #court's 2k friends celebration

[theharrowing]

Collateral 🗡️ 12: Loose lips sink ships

Your ex-boyfriend gets in over his head working for the local mafia, and Boss Min has come to collect his payment: You.

But was it simply a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time? Or has he always had his sights on you?

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🗡️ Yoongi x Female Reader x Namjoon 🗡️ word count: 11.6k 🗡️ mafia au, strangers to lovers, graphic violence, major character injury, poly, smut, angst, fluff, nsfw, explicit 21+  🗡️ chapter warnings: the return of our favorite gossip girl Felix, graphic descriptions of violence (use of incendiary device to start fire, use of kunai knives and glass to stab & slit throats, use of drugs to force an overdose, smothering), sleep paralysis nightmare, fingering and face-sitting in the garden, joonbug is a real softie, 2seok are up to something. 🗡️ beta read by @neoneunnajimin! <3  🗡️ posted on jan. 2023 | read on ao3 🗡️ note: happy new year, friends! so excited to kick off 2023 with a chapter of my beloved Collateral! this chapter was fun to write, and it is introducing so many things that will be important for the rest of the story. the descriptions of violence in this one are pretty wild, so please be ready!

Light pours into Yoongi's bedroom, and you grumble as you stretch your arms over your head, feeling the final dredges of sleep wash away to wakefulness. The bed is empty, and the light pouring in is still soft with hints of pink, signifying dawn, so you assume that the men had gotten up much earlier and probably will not be back until afternoon. 

Feeling hunger pangs in the pit of your stomach, you grumble and concede to getting out of the warmth of the giant, lonely bed, to make your way into the kitchen for something to eat. Perhaps Felix or Changbin will be around to join you—though you still feel put off by the latter's behavior the last time you saw him, you would still welcome his company.

As you push the heavy door open, making your way out into the balcony, you find two bodies sitting on the bench outside your bedroom door. However, neither are the men you expected. 

Seokjin sits tall in a burgundy three-piece suit with one leg crossed over the other, holding his phone as if he is watching something on the screen. Beside him, Hoseok is dressed in his standard black garb with his head on Seokjin's shoulder, smiling at whatever he is looking at. Suddenly, you feel exposed walking out in only one of Namjoon's oversized black shirts and panties, and you take a step back to rethink your attire and consider putting on some of Yoongi's sweatpants. 

However, before you can make it back into the safety of the master bedroom, Seokjin looks up and, with a grin, clicks his phone off and keeps his attention on you. 

"Well, well," he mutters, "if it isn't the wolf cub we were hoping to see."

You rock on your heels, still deciding whether or not to excuse yourself into Yoongi's room, but Hoseok sits up straight, and Seokjin stands, both with their eyes fixed on you. 

"Come," Seokjin says, slipping his phone into his front pocket while holding out his free hand. "I have something I would like to discuss with you."

"Oh," you mutter, reluctantly stepping forward and padding over to the men. "Okay."

"Before we begin," Seokjin says, moving into your personal space and wrapping an arm around your shoulder. Seokjin wears an expensive-smelling cologne—woody and musky with fruity and floral notes; more feminine than you would expect. "This proposition I have for you...it has to stay between us."

"What do you mean?" you mutter as Hoseok stands before you with a pointed stare. 

"We have devised a plan to spy on the rival family," Seokjin says.

"Yoongi's ex," Hoseok adds, though you already know. 

"But in order for this plan to work, Yoongi mustn't know."

You hum, already feeling trepidation over doing something behind Yoongi's back that involves mafia activity. Especially considering the Shin family is all the way in Busan; how would they suppose you can spy on them?

"We have a little bird on the inside," Hoseok continues, "but he is afraid to get too close."

"We were thinking," Seokjin says, "that if we could get you into her home, you would be able to get a lot more information."

You shake your head. Into her home? Absolutely not. Not to mention—

"How would we get me into her home without him knowing?"

"Deception on both sides, of course," Seokjin answers as if it is nothing. "Yoongi gets word that you are feeling suffocated and cooped up, and you need to take a vacation. I offer to set everything up—as I am wont to do—and we send you to Busan."

"And Ryujin?" you ask incredulously. "She has already seen my face. How would we get me into her house?"

Hoseok shrugs. "Someone leaks information that you are being abused and need somewhere safe to hide from the Min family. She's a softie; she'll take you."

The thought of framing Yoongi as abusive to win his ex's favor settles like a brick in the pit of your stomach, and you tense in Seokjin's hold, clenching and relaxing your fists at your sides. In an attempt to play it off, you shrug and scoff, rolling your eyes as you glance from Hoseok to Seokjin.

"A softie? She sent men to beat your boxer to death, and to attack Jimin. I would hardly call her a softie."

"Compared to what your hubby does," Hoseok snarls playfully, "that's nothing."

A shiver runs through you at the word hubby. Something about it stirs your insides in all the worst possible ways. Setting that aside, the plan seems foolish. How long do they expect you to feign being on vacation? Getting to know someone well enough to spy on them is something you imagine would take months, if not a year, at least.

"This plan is terrible," you respond, turning away from Seokjin and letting his arm fall away from your shoulder. "I can't imagine I will be able to gather as much intel on her in the timespan of...whatever a getaway is."

Hoseok shrugs. "So we tell him you're on sabbatical."

"It won't work," you insist. "Yoongi is far too clingy for that."

Seokjin hums, and you turn to find him studying you with squinted eyes.

"If I revise the plan and make it more believable, would you reconsider?"

There is a part of you that wants to say yes, if only as payback for what they did to Jimin. But there is no way someone as possessive as Yoongi would let you leave. And even if he were foolish enough not to see through the lie, you doubt that Namjoon would be.

"If it is actually a believable plan then yes, I will reconsider."�� 

Both men smile, and Seokjin reaches to pat you on the shoulder. He shares a knowing glance and says, "Loose lips sink ships," before turning to walk down the stairs. 

"See you soon, little cub," Hoseok sing-songs, following close behind. 

You sit on the bench outside your bedroom door, feeling the soft upholstery on your thighs, and wait for them to get enough of a head start before making your way to the kitchen. Part of you hopes that Yoongi has been around all along, rendering the whole conversation moot so you can all move on and forget about it altogether. But, when you finally do make your way downstairs, toward the kitchen, the main hall is empty, and the mansion is quiet. 

After a small breakfast of cereal and fruit, you walk into the main hall to find Felix at the entrance, kicking off his shoes. You fail to hold back a squeal as you run through the hall, and Felix looks up with a wide smile, holding his arms wide to catch you.

"Hello," Felix beams in his deep voice, Australian accent adding unnecessary consonants—something you have missed dearly.

"Poolside!" you shout as you step out of the hug. "Champagne and catching up! Don't say no!"

"I wouldn't dream of saying no," Felix responds, rubbing a palm over the top of your head as if you are a child. To his credit, you are still running around in nothing but a giant t-shirt and underwear, which seems like something a child might do.

With a mock-offended groan, you swat Felix's hand away and turn, running for the stairs. Although Felix follows behind, his footsteps are much slower, taking his time. You slam your bedroom door open and jet into the closet, tugging Namjoon's shirt off as soon as you are safe around the corner of the walk-in, and fling open a drawer that contains bathing suits.

Grabbing a black two-piece, you hardly give it a glance as you hop out of your panties and into the suit, then you yank the first baby blue sun dress you see from its hanger and unceremoniously pull it over your head, spinning it several times around your neck before your arms line up with the correct holes. 

Felix appears in the doorway in swim shorts and a tee.

"I wore the trunks here knowing you would wanna swim," he says as you pad over.

"Of course you did," you mutter in response, delighted by how predictable you are, and the two of you bound down the stairs. 

The moment you step outside, the bartender approaches, and you wonder if the poor guy ever takes time off—what must his hours be like? At least he has the wherewithal to leave the open bottle behind right away, saving himself a trip. It only takes two glasses of bubbly before your lips are too loose for your own good—ignoring Seokjin's earlier advice.

"Is the mansion bugged?" you ask as you hold your champagne flute to your lips.

Felix's eyes widen, and he stares unblinkingly for several seconds. "Why do you ask?"

With a shrug, you mutter, "Just curious."

"Are you having conversations you don't want master Yoongi to hear?"

With a scoff, you shake your head and mutter, "Please do not call him that," making Felix laugh. 

"On the contrary," you continue, "I may have overheard a conversation that I wonder if he should know about."

You do not want to divulge what Seokjin and Hoseok said to you up on the second-floor balcony, and attempt to separate yourself from the conversation. All good lies come from a place of truth, after all. 

"But you don't want to snitch," Felix suggests with a grin.

"Of course."

"Because snitches get stitches."

You chuckle as you say, "So I have heard," then you gulp back the rest of your champagne. Felix finishes his, as well, and takes your glass to refill it.

"No," he continues as he pours, "the mansion is not bugged, save for the dining halls, I believe—rooms where meetings with outsiders may take place. But, as far as I know, those systems are only switched on when needed."

You nod and accept your full glass, taking a sip.

"Yoongi trusts his men implicitly. So if the conversation you overheard was between two of them, then you may want to sow some seeds of discontent, making Yoongi investigate on his own. Or record any future conversations they may have."

"Do any of the family men need Yoongi's approval to enter the mansion when he's not here?” you ask, eager to sway the conversation. 

Felix shakes his head. “The family men have twenty-four-hour access. And the retina scanner pings Yoongi’s phone so he always knows who is coming in and going out.”

“I suppose you also have access, since your room is upstairs.”

Felix blinks at you several times as if confused, then chuckles and shakes his head.

“We only occupy that room when Yoongi wants constant watch over someone. Changbin and I live elsewhere, on a nearby property.”

“Oh,” you mutter. That explains why you have not seen either of them in a while. 

“And we do not have constant access. Yoongi sends us a code for the door that changes daily, so we can only come in on days when he wants us to.”

You suppose you should not be too surprised that Yoongi is paranoid even of his security staff. He is, after all, more powerful than even you still realize, but something about it is a bit unsettling…though, what that something is, is hard to put your finger on. You decide, instead, to sway the conversation a bit.

"And the parties that used to take place out here? Which have all but stopped."

"Mostly Jeongguk and Taehyung's doing, as far as I know," Felix responds. "But ever since the whole ecstasy fiasco, they stopped letting people over. And with Jeongguk getting stabbed..."

Felix trails off, and you find yourself biting back a smirk. It is, of course, not funny that Jeongguk got stabbed, but whenever you remember a very exasperated Seokjin carrying him over his shoulder while Jeongguk was high out of his mind, you cannot help but feel amused. He is fine, after all.

"What...was all that about?" you ask, wondering if Felix can even tell you. "Namjoon and I met up with Changkyun once to beat some information out of a couple of guys, but I haven’t heard Namjoon or Yoongi mention it since.”

The surprise in Felix's voice takes you off guard. "Yoongi never told you?"

You shake your head and shrug. "No, but, to be fair, I never asked. And we have had other things come up, I suppose."

After a pause, Felix asks, "Are you sure you wanna know?"

You nod, wide-eyed and eager, and you must really look silly because Felix chuckles and shakes his head.

"The whole thing feels like a scene from a movie, honestly; it was so weird hearing about it that I almost didn't believe it was real. Even while I watched it, myself, it felt too insane."

Anticipation hangs, and you watch as Felix stares at you with a grin. You kick his shin and urge him to continue.

 "Alright, alright," he says. "But it gets pretty...gruesome at times. So stop me if you need to."

"I'm a big girl," you tease, "I can handle myself."

"Yeah?" Felix challenges with a raise of his eyebrows. "Do you know how many men Jeongguk killed that night?"

Until this very moment, you were unaware that Jeongguk had killed anyone that night. You shake your head as your eyebrows knit—the concern written on your face only seeming to delight your friend all the more.

"Fifteen," Felix says slowly, drawing out each syllable.

"Fif—what?"

With an eager nod, Felix takes a gulp of his champagne and begins. "Apparently he had these ecstasy pills that were laced with meth, and he popped two of them, drank down a bunch of whiskey, snorted a pile of cocaine and just went ape shit on a room full of men who were linked to the one guy who ripped him off."

Your mouth hangs around words like who and what and how but nothing comes out. 

"I watched the security footage, so everything I am about to tell you is the truth. And you need to believe me when I say it is the craziest shit I have ever seen. At one point, Jeongguk reached into his shirt and pulled out a kunai knife that he twirled on the end of his finger. And over the course of the fight, he pulled out several more, so I don't know if he had like a bandolier of them strapped to his chest, or something."

"Kunai?" you ask in disbelief, and when Felix nods, you add, "Like, from Naruto?"

This makes Felix double over, spilling some of the champagne from his glass.

"Yes!" he shouts as his head hangs between his knees. "Like from Naruto!"

The idea is so funny that you join Felix in laughter; you know that kunai is a real weapon, but you have never actually seen them used outside of television. Of course, the fact that Jeongguk used these knives to at least kill some of the fifteen men is hardly funny, but the visual is just ridiculous. What kind of person is Jeongguk? This is a question you find yourself thinking about often. What goes on inside his head?

"Okay," Felix says, sitting up with tears in his eyes. "I will spare you all of the gory details, but basically, Jeongguk orchestrated a gathering of these fifteen men—including the one who had stolen from him, Jae."

The name Jae rings a bell from when you accompanied Namjoon to beat those two men with a baton. 

"They were at some dingy bar that Jeongguk owns, and Jeongguk showed up, told the outside door guard not to let anyone out, and bid the bartender farewell. Then, he hopped over the counter and began constructing a molotov cocktail."

Already, this sounds like a fever dream, and you take a gulp of champagne, feeling tipsiness begin to swirl in your chest and head. 

"So," you inquire with a raise of an eyebrow, "he grabbed a bottle of..."

"Vodka."

"Right, of course," you respond, biting back a grin. "Then he shoved a rag into it and what? Lit it on fire?"

"Exactly."

"Wh—" You begin to wonder who in real life, in their right mind, even thinks to do that. But then you remember that Jeongguk was most certainly not in his right mind. 

"Then, he hopped up onto the bar with the incendiary and chucked it over the crowd of men so that it smashed against the ceiling, raining fire down on them."

Again, you attempt to ask questions that never form, only finding yourself able to mutter, "That...sounds fake."

"It was honestly incredible," Felix beams, perhaps a little too excitedly. "Fire rained down on these men and they began to panic. Only one man caught fire to the point of needing to stop, drop, and roll, but the commotion it created was precisely the type of chaos that someone like Jeongguk feeds off of.”

You imagine men running around frantically as their hair and clothing burn, and although the imagery is cartoonish in your mind, the idea makes your stomach churn. 

“Jeongguk managed to isolate the Jae guy and restrain him to a pipe,” Felix continues. “It’s an older brick building, kind of industrial, with some of the pipes coming out of the walls and snaking back in, and I believe Jeongguk used handcuffs to restrain his wrist. Then, he went to town on the other fourteen while Jae watched.”

“What do you mean by he ‘went to town’ on them?”

“With the kunai,” Felix responds as if it is obvious, then he screws up his face in thought. “Mostly by stabbing the tips into the men’s necks, or slicing their throats open. A couple men attacked with punches, and he would use one blade to punch into their arms, blocking their swings, while advancing with the other kunai into this jugular. Some got headbutted before throat-gauged. It was a mess. At one point, there was so much blood on the floor, and vodka from the Molotov, that a guy slipped and broke his head open on all the broken glass.”

Suddenly, you do not think you want to know how the situation escalated so much that Jeongguk got stabbed. Though, considering he was outnumbered and the floor was covered in broken glass, you can wager a guess. 

“One of the details I overheard Taehyung tell was that in his pocket, Jeongguk had a bloodstained mouth guard. Imagine that sight. Jeon Jeongguk, high out of his fucking mind, covered in blood and sweat, wielding kunai knives with this wide, plastic grin. Maniacal.”

“And he only got stabbed once?” you ask incredulously as you remember all the substances in his system while he fought all these men. 

“Twice, technically, but from the same guy. He most likely got cocky. He was facing Jae—saying his final words, I assumed, judging by how he stood—and a guy who must have been playing dead before gathered two large pieces of glass and first tried stabbing him in the guts under his ribs, but only really managed to get him between the shoulder blades.”

“And, let me guess,” you deadpan, “he got a kunai to the throat?”

“Two to the stomach, I believe. He was already bleeding pretty badly, though from where, it was hard to tell.”

“And I assume Seokjin found him somehow and brought him home?”

Felix nods.

“Luckily, Jeongguk had the wherewithal to call Seokjin before it all went down and tell him he would need a ride home. Unfortunately for Seokjin, however, Jeongguk failed to mention he had driven his bike into town.”

A scoff rocks through your chest as you try to imagine Jeon Jeongguk—dressed head to toe in his standard mobster black attire with his pupils dilated into black disks—riding a bicycle like a carefree child. 

“And this bike,” you inquire, failing to hold back a smile, “what does it look like?”

Felix beams. “Oh, it’s the cutest thing! Mint green with a little brown basket on the handles.”

“You’re lying,” you mutter in disbelief. 

Felix shakes his head. “It has a bell and everything! He pulls up to the house and brrring brrrings it with a shit-eating grin.”

Now that is something you would pay to see. 

“Wait, so Seokjin brought him back here on a bicycle?”

With a hum, Felix says, “He must have a luggage rack over the back wheel, because Seokjin complained about him sitting behind him, leaning hard into his back while his feet kept slipping from the pegs and bumping into the tires.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah.”

“Good thing I befriended Jimin and not Jeongguk,” you mutter. 

With a knowing grin, Felix leans forward and says, “According to a little bird, Jimin recently orchestrated a murder, too.”

“You’re lying,” you gasp as you chug back the rest of your champagne and begin to refill your glass. 

Felix shakes his head and holds his empty glass for a refill, as well. “Well, I think technically, Seokjin finished the job. Jimin is by far the biggest softie of the group.”

"And the least soft one is Jeongguk, I presume?" you mutter jokingly.

Felix's eyes widen, and he says, "That would be Taehyung."

You cock your head to the side, pointing an ear in his direction, as if you may have misheard. "Taehyung?"

A grin tugs at Felix's lips, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Taehyung didn't become a doctor because he likes to help people. He became a doctor because the human body fascinates him, and he enjoys ripping them open. He just happens to be very good at taking care of the select few men he has no desire to rip open. Evidently, the man has a stare so deadly, it makes even Jeongguk cower. But this is all conjecture; we do not dare talk about Taehyung's personal life unless he tells us something directly."

“This is too much information,” you grumble as you top off Felix’s glass and set the empty bottle onto the small table between the heads of your poolside beds.

You definitely want to know more about this situation with Jimin, but after Jeongguk’s murder party, you have heard enough; you cannot even begin to fathom what goes on behind Taehyung's closed door. Instead, you store the information away for later, chug the remaining champagne, and then ask Felix if he would like to swim. 

You must have fallen asleep poolside after returning to the padded bed, feeling a little too drunk and quite a bit tired. The last thing you remember is Felix continuing to swim and convincing the bartender to strip down to his briefs and join him. 

Although your eyes are open, everything poolside seems strange. It feels muted and still, and although you can hear the gentle sloshing of the water and several distant male voices, you are unable to detect any movement. Like an abandoned movie set, closed up, and left for the night. 

A shadow looms over you, and you wonder at first, if you are imagining it. It looks huge—great enough to fully engulf and crush you if it wanted to. You attempt to close your eyes or look away, but you are stuck, paralyzed as the shadow hovers closer and closer. In the recess of your subconscious, you recognize that you are still dreaming and that you need to wake up.

Although you open your mouth to scream, nothing comes out. You thrash and claw at the cushion below, but it is useless as the shadow creeps closer and closer. It does not even touch you—does not have to—yet it pushes the air from your lungs until they burn, desperate for oxygen.

Warm hands touch your shoulders, and you hear a familiar voice. 

"Hey, sweetheart? Are you having a nightmare?"

Namjoon—an anchor in a storm—gently pulls you from hell, and you sit up, eyes wide and pouring tears as you gasp for breath. The sun is still up, and although you are in the shade, everything is incredibly bright, causing you to squint. You feel dehydrated—mouth dry with a headache blooming in your temples. A product from day drinking in the heat. 

"Fuck," you mutter under your breath, overwhelmed and out of sorts. "How long have I been out here?"

Across the pool, Felix is asleep under one of the awnings, curled up like a child and gripping onto a bottle of champagne. You cannot help but snicker. 

"Long enough," Namjoon responds sweetly as he sweeps hair off your seat-sticky face and leans in to place a kiss on your cheek. "Are you hungry? We were thinking about grabbing dinner after a shower."

You do not have to ask who we is, though you do wonder where the other half may be.

With a smile, you nod and mutter, "Sounds perfect."

Namjoon stands and twists, then scoops you up, carrying you into the house. Your sundress is still discarded on the end of the pool bed, but you decide not to bother with it at the moment and curl against Namjoon's chest, breathing him in. 

"Did you have a good day?" Namjoon asks, deep voice vibrating from his chest to yours.

"I did until the nightmare," you admit sheepishly. 

"Wanna talk about it?"

Concern laces Namjoon's voice, making you feel so giddy, you bury your face into his neck and shake your head.

"Just sleep paralysis."

"Glad I came to find you at just the right moment, then."

Gently, slowly, you press a kiss into Namjoon's skin. Then two. Then three.

"Me too."

Upstairs, you enter Yoongi's room to find his shower is already running. Namjoon takes you straight into the en suite and sets you down beside the sink, then turns to the linen closet to grab more towels. You begin to strip from your bathing suit and tiptoe toward the shower. It feels like ages since you have seen Yoongi—even though you fell asleep in his bed last night—and you want to surprise him.

Namjoon, however, stops you with a firm hand around your bicep.

"Hey Yoon," he announces loudly. "We're here to join you."

"Perfect," Yoongi grumbles, voice sounding uncharacteristically low. 

"Best not to surprise a mob boss," Namjoon mutters into your ear, giving you chills. "Even a shampoo bottle can become a weapon."

You clear your throat and nod, forcing a smile. Suddenly, you feel apprehensive to find what kind of mood awaits you. However, when Namjoon steps ahead and pulls the shower doors open, you find Yoongi standing below a stream of water with his head back, rinsing off with a small smile on his lips. Suds fall from his nearly jet-black hair, running down past taut muscle, deep scars, and pretty pale skin. 

Yoongi straightens out and rubs the water from his eyes, then fixes you with a soft, happy smile.

"Darling, come," he says with his hands outstretched, and you realize you had been standing and staring from the doorway the entire time. 

Namjoon makes his way past Yoongi, grabs a rag, and lathers it with liquid soap. You enter slowly, closing the door behind you, and let your eyes flit between Namjoon and Yoongi, feeling the dizzy, shitty sleepiness from napping after day drinking as you approach Yoongi and let him pull you into a hug under the warm stream of water. 

"I only saw you this morning, yet I missed you all day," Yoongi mutters softly against the side of your head.

You chuckle and hug him tight, letting water pool in the space between your cheek and his chest. 

"I was asleep," you tease, and Yoongi responds with a soft, "And looking so precious all bundled up."

Seokjin's proposition from this morning comes back and sends a chill through you. The thought of deceiving Yoongi and leaving him feels impossible, and you decide that even if he does come back with a convincing lie, you will turn him down again. And again, and again, as much as it takes.

"I always miss you," you admit quietly.

Yoongi kisses your temple and pulls from the hug, so you drop your arms to your sides and glance up at him, taking in his sullen expression. Even with his lips tugged into a smile, you can see sadness in his eyes, and you reach up to stroke his cheek and neck.

"Everything alright?" you ask softly.

You do not miss how Yoongi's gaze flicks to Namjoon before he glances back at you and gives a smaller, less convincing smile.

"Everything is not alright, but we are working on it."

Dread pools in your tummy, and you swallow a lump that's suddenly formed in your throat.

"Oh."

"Nothing you need to worry too much about," Namjoon says as he begins gently rubbing a sudsy cloth over your back and arms. "Jeongguk and Jimin made a couple of messes that we have to...clean up."

Your conversation with Felix returns, and you nibble on your bottom lip.

"I may have heard something about that."

"Did Felix tell you?" Yoongi asks, voice stern but steady. You worry that perhaps Felix was not supposed to tell you and that he might get in trouble, but as you nod, Yoongi's expression softens. "I was hoping he might. It probably came out a lot more playfully than if one of us explained it. And, although Jeongguk's mess is not yours to worry about, it does affect what happens under this roof, so you have a right to know."

"And Jimin?" you ask before you can stop yourself. 

Namjoon washes your legs and taps each ankle so you can lift your feet one after another, making this conversation feel so out of place during such a domestic moment.

With a sigh, Yoongi's gaze falls.

"Jimin found out the man he was dating was sent here by Ryujin to spy on us. Allegedly, according to Jimin, Jiyong said that he stopped performing his duty when he and Jimin got serious, which caused Ryujin to send someone to shake Jiyong down, but rather than following his order, he ended up booking Jimin at Paradise and attacking him. You saw the aftermath of that."

"Jesus," you mutter under your breath. Your heart aches for Jimin—for how he must have felt to find out the man he may have loved was working for the enemy.

"So, Jimin drugged him with the intention of killing him, but he called in reinforcements when it didn't go according to plan."

"Seokjin," you mutter, remembering the smug way he regarded you this morning.

"Gotta hand it to Jimin," Namjoon says as he turns your body to face him and rubs the cloth over your chest and stomach, "his plan was extremely tidy. Mixing triazolam and codeine into cocaine with the intention of forcing an overdose is some black widow shit. I would have just left a bullet in his skull."

The thought of Namjoon shooting a man in the head makes your blood turn cold, and you wrap your arms around your chest.

"What did Seokjin do when he arrived?"

"Smothered him with a pillow," Yoongi answers simply, and your eyes fall to the tile floor. You feel bad for Jimin, who must have been pretty heartbroken to be unable to complete the task without help. 

"The men Jeongguk killed are more or less nobodies," Namjoon adds as if to assuage the tension that suddenly hangs. "Only one of them has a family who might come looking, so Yoongi is going to make them an offer and pay them off."

Yoongi adds, "Jimin and Seokjin's target is a little less of a ghost. When word travels back that he was killed by our men, Ryujin may retaliate, so we need to prepare for that. And find out if any of the people who Jimin met through Jiyong can also be bought."

"Sounds complicated," you mutter as Namjoon approaches the line of bottles and squirts more liquid onto the cloth to clean himself.

"It's not, really," Yoongi says. "Men care more about money than pretty much anything else. But, this will take me away for a day or two. I want to meet with everyone as soon as I can, while making a bit of a loop through the city to find out whether anyone may be trying to tail me. Gonna stay at one of my hotels and pretend to lay low." 

"Oh," you mutter, turning your gaze from the spot on the wall that you had spaced onto, to Yoongi. "When?"

"According to the terror twins, the brother of the man Jeongguk killed has accepted an invitation to House of Cards tonight at 11 PM. If all goes well, I should be back tomorrow night."

"The terror twins?" you ask, glancing between Yoongi and Namjoon, who both crack a smile.

"It's what we lovingly call Taehyung and Jeongguk," Yoongi says, and Namjoon adds, "Behind their backs only."

You suppose that after everything Felix has told you, the name makes sense. Overwhelmed by the thought that Yoongi could be putting himself in danger by meeting with these people, you wrap your arms around him, pulling an oof from his lips as you slam his chest into yours.

"Darling, I'll be fine," Yoongi assures you as he lifts his arms and gently drapes them over your shoulders. "Namjoon will be here with you. I'm sure that with all the attention he is willing to give you, you will forget that I am even away."

Petulance overtakes you at Yoongi's candor, and you release the hug, giving his chest a playful shove as you pout, "Not funny."

"Alright, no rough-housing in the shower," Namjoon says as he takes you gently by the arms and pulls you into a stream of water to rinse off all the soap that he has so kindly covered you in. 

"Let's unwind with takeout and a drink before I go?" Yoongi offers once Namjoon has finished washing himself. You find Yoongi fixing you with a devious grin, and you feel the last of your frustrations melt away.

"Fine," you concede, pouting once more, though less convincingly.

Namjoon is the first to exit, and he dries off, wrapping the towel around his hips, then he grabs a second towel and holds it open for you to step in, draping it around you with a kiss to your forehead. He does the same for Yoongi, and you watch in awe as Yoongi momentarily melts in his hold, then searches for you with a smile.

With several hours to spare, you return to the bedroom, to the large couch while Yoongi and Namjoon exit the room for several long minutes. They return with a bottle of white wine but no glasses, and you pass the bottle around and enjoy slow, sloppy makeout sessions with both men until a pile of Chinese takeout is delivered to the room by a very drunk, very sleepy Felix.

By the time Yoongi has to get dressed and leave, you are back to feeling tired, and you curl against Namjoon's naked chest, doing your best to avoid the erection beneath his towel. Perhaps later, when it is just the two of you, you will work him up again just to help him out.

"Feel free to have fun without me," Yoongi groans against your lips as he pulls you to your feet and kisses you goodbye.

Rather than respond to his invitation, you lean in for a kiss, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with worry.

"Please be safe. Come home in one piece."

Yoongi smiles against your lips.

"I will, darling. I promise."

Namjoon walks Yoongi out, muttering to him while thumbing through his cell phone, and you hang back and pad over to Yoongi's closet for some clothing as a shiver runs through you. Although you are certain that Yoongi has gone on missions that are far more dangerous, you fear for the worst. 

The conversation that you, Yoongi, and Namjoon had about love has been playing on repeat, thawing a part of your heart in a way that you never expected it could, and it serves only to ramp up your anxiety. You grab an oversized tee from the section of the closet that Namjoon has begun filling with his own clothing, and a pair of sweatpants from Yoongi's side, slipping into each garment before making your way back to the far side of the bedroom. 

When it is the three of you, the size and shape of the dark blue sofa is welcoming—an invitation. But alone, you feel small and uncertain, and you bring your knees to your chest to sit in a ball and move your fingertips along the soft blue fabric while you wait for Namjoon to return.

It does not take long, and when he steps into the room and closes the large doors behind him with a smile on his face, you relax and allow your lips to tug into a gentle smile of your own. You twist and sit high on your knees, resting your arms over the back of the couch as Namjoon approaches.

"Oh, sweetheart," Namjoon drawls, "don't look so worried. Yoongi is in good hands." With a playful raise of his eyebrow, he sits beside you and adds, "And so are you."

"I know," you respond softly, suddenly embarrassed by the surge of emotion that feels almost overwhelming and difficult to parse. 

"What would you like to do in the meantime? We can eat some more, watch a movie, go to bed early...I think we have a stash of Jeongguk's molly if you wanna get real weird."

You let out a boisterous laugh, feeling the mood lighten.

"I think I'm good not dipping into Jeongguk's ecstasy stash after the story Felix told me."

Namjoon laughs and shakes his head.

"That shit Jeongguk had sucks. It came from America, laced with meth. The stuff we actually put on the streets and do ourselves is pure, not laced with anything. Just a clean, euphoric high."

That actually does sound nice, and you imagine how adorable Yoongi and Namjoon would be while rolling.

"Maybe when Yoongi is back," you concede.

Namjoon chuckles as he says, "Deal."

"A movie might be nice. I haven't seen anything in ages."

Namjoon reaches for a remote that sits on the small table and turns on the large television that must have been installed on the wall at some point while you were passed out poolside. Every streaming service you can imagine—and some you have never heard of—come up, and you watch as Namjoon scrolls through and chooses one, then surveys the options.

When you finally settle on a film that came out earlier in the year, that Namjoon seems excited to watch, you curl up to his side, suddenly feeling the weight of everything dragging you down. Perhaps you should have opted to sleep, instead. 

Namjoon fiddles with some controls that are nestled between the various cushions, causing both your and his sections to recline, with the bottom of the couch becoming an elevated footrest. 

"Is this good?" Namjoon asks with his lips pressed to your temple, adjusting to wrap his arms around you. "Do you mind if I stay here and watch the movie?"

"'S nice," you mutter against his naked chest—he still wears only a towel. 

Draped over the back of the couch is a soft, tan blanket, and Namjoon grunts quietly as he twists and yanks, making his best effort to grab it without jostling you around too much. Your lips tug into a lazy smile as you wrap an arm and leg over him while he covers the two of you and pulls you close. You do not make it past the opening scene before you are sound asleep.

Briefly, you wake to the feeling of Namjoon slipping out from under you and removing the blanket. You groan from the sudden cold, and from being pulled from your slumber, as Namjoon scoops you up and carries you to bed. The sheet and blanket are cold beneath you as he sets you down on your back, and you roll in toward the center, curling into a fetal position as the mattress dips behind you and Namjoon's warm, strong arm wraps around your waist, cradling your back against his chest. 

"Sleep sweet, beautiful," Namjoon mutters into your nape. 

"You too," you grumble, drifting back into the dark, warm heaviness of sleep.

You are not sure if you imagine Namjoon whispering he loves you or if he really does, but you think you might say it in response if you were more awake. You think that, perhaps, you could come to mean it the way he wants you to—the way you think you would like to.

"Yoongi expects to return sometime tonight," Namjoon reports as he steps out from the bathroom with his toothbrush hanging out of his mouth, wearing a plain white tee and black basketball shorts. 

You nod and use the palms of your hands to rub the sleep from your eyes, then stretch with a long, deep yawn. Sunlight fills the room, dappled by dark blue curtains, and you let your hands fall to the mattress, to your sides, as you adjust to being awake. 

"Alright," you mutter in response as Namjoon leaves the room to rinse his mouth. The sink runs for a moment, and you hear him swish and spit, then shut the faucet off. 

"I was thinking maybe we could walk around the gardens today?" Namjoon offers as he returns.

He grins as he climbs onto the end of the bed on his hands and knees and begins to crawl to you, and you cannot help but smile back with affection blooming and bursting behind your ribs.

"That sounds nice," you respond as Namjoon places his arms on either side of you, hovering close and caging you in. He nuzzles his nose against your neck, and you giggle, attempting to push him away with one hand to his shoulder, groaning, "Why are you like this?"

Namjoon chuckles—voice as deep as the ocean—and you lift your shoulder to your chin, attempting to stop his breath and lips from tickling your skin, which breaks out in goosebumps. 

"I like you," Namjoon responds playfully, nestling his face deeper into the crook of your neck.

Every nerve is on fire, and you feel jumpy from the sensation. You begin to swat and shove at Namjoon, leaning back, uselessly.

A giggle rocks through you as you complain, "It tickles, you jerk." 

Namjoon only presses further, and when you fall back against the pillows with a huff, he hovers over you with a devastating smile before leaning down to slot his lips against yours. Once more, you begin to swat at him. 

"I have morning breath," you attempt to say with your lips sealed as tightly as possible.

With a wide, mischievous smile, Namjoon licks a long stripe across your lips, leaving a minty scent in its wake.

"Have some of my mouthwash."

You squeal and attempt to shake your head from side to side as he licks over your lips once more, in the other direction. 

"You're a monster!" you shout, giving him one more shove with both hands. 

Namjoon collapses beside you with laughter, leaving you to lie dazed, staring at the ceiling ahead with your lips covered in minty spit. In a last-ditch effort to have any control, you swing your arm to the side, smacking Namjoon square in the chest with your palm while you mutter, "What is wrong with you."

Your hand is caught between both of his before you can pull it back, and Namjoon yanks you gently until you comply and roll toward him to settle with your head against his chest. 

"You love it," Namjoon grumbles, a vibration you can feel better than you can hear.

You hum in response and close your eyes. Namjoon smells like a fresh bouquet on a spring morning, and you breathe his scent deeply with a smile, muttering, "I guess so," while nuzzling your cheek against his pec.

"Shall we get up and have breakfast?" Namjoon asks with a gentle squeeze of his arms around your middle and a kiss to the top of your head.

"Soon. Wanna stay this way for a little while longer."

"Alright," Namjoon responds, wiggling slightly as if to get comfortable. "We can stay this way for as long as you would like."

A dangerous proposition, you think, as you consider the pros and cons of never getting out of bed again. 

Breakfast consists of omelets that Namjoon nearly burns. Despite his efforts, it comes out delicious, and you beam from across the kitchen counter at the blush that reddens his cheeks while you take another bite. 

"It is hard to reconcile you being this domestic while also being the guy that beat those two men with a metal baton," you mutter with a mouth full of food.

Namjoon smirks, but something dark, possibly sad, flashes over his eyes.

"I've done much worse than that."

You hum and nod; you suppose he has, but you are not so sure you feel like asking what he means, exactly. 

"Does it bother you?" Namjoon asks, sounding somewhat apprehensive.

With a shrug, you say, "I'm adjusting," then take a drink from the large glass of orange juice shared between you. "On one hand, I'm used to the lifestyle. Growing up on the streets, watching people die, finding bodies....killing a man."

The memory sends a chill through you, and you take a deep breath, then continue.

"I thought that I could escape it and make an attempt at a normal life—date a normal dude and all that. But it seems that I was always going to return. Perhaps I was never as far away from it all as I thought I was."

When you lift your gaze to Namjoon, his eyes are on his food, but he does not move to eat.

"Yoongi would have wanted you no matter what," he mutters.

All you can bring yourself to say is a soft, "Yeah."

It is a thought that has haunted you for some time. 

No matter how far you would have run, Yoongi would have brought you back to him, if that was his goal all along. If you allow it to, the thought will easily consume you—make you feel suffocated and at a total loss of control. But, as you come to settle into his home and get to know his family men better, you find yourself becoming more at peace with it, as long as you do not allow yourself to overthink.

Better this than living on the streets. And if Yoongi really does come to love you the way he says he would like to, then you will be protected. At least, you allow yourself to believe that there will not be a permanent crosshairs attached to your back—you allow yourself to sleep at night with the belief that his men will keep the two of you safe. 

The rest of breakfast is eaten in silence, and Namjoon excuses himself to answer a phone call as you finish up. You decide to clean, taking your time washing and rinsing the handful of dishes the two of you used and placing them in the large metal drying rack. 

When Namjoon returns, he seems distracted, but he takes your hand and guides you to the pile of shoes by the front door where the two of you slip into some sneakers, then you walk down the narrow hallway, to the large glass doors that lead out to the garden entrance.

You walk much the same path that you had taken with Felix during your second or third day at the mansion, but it is nice to see everything once again. The statues and fountains feel alive against the backdrop of the clear blue afternoon sky, and birds flit around overhead.

Although the weather is warm, you are glad that you chose to wear a sweater and sweatpants from Yoongi's closet, feeling a slight chill to the air and wanting comfort. Namjoon is in blue jeans, a white tee, and a soft brown cardigan, looking perfectly huggable and not at all like the mobster you know him to be. 

"I don't know why I don't come out here more often," you mutter with a sigh.

"Yeah," Namjoon responds. "I used to come out here a lot more, but lately, I haven't found the time."

"Is your home nearby?" you ask, turning to watch Namjoon, who looks to the east, nodding his chin.

"Just over the fence, in the next house over."

A smirk tugs at your lips. "Never too far away."

Namjoon tongues the inside of his mouth and smiles widely for the first time since breakfast.

"Indeed."

"And the others?"

Namjoon points as he explains.

"Taehyung lives behind this garden, and Jimin is just past my house, in between the two. On the opposite side is Seokjin and Hoseok's house, and just past them is Jeongguk. There are small roads that lead to each property so you don't have to exit the gates and use the main road, and they all lead directly to Taehyung."

"Makes sense," you respond, imagining that the doctor would need to be easily accessed. 

Gently, Namjoon takes your chin in one hand and strokes his thumb over your lip.

"You're welcome to come to my home any time, you know. I can show you the path that leads there." 

You tilt your head down slightly, parting your lips to take Namjoon's thumb gently between your teeth and flick the tip with your tongue. Namjoon groans and bends, standing face-to-face. 

"Use your words, sweetheart. What is it you want?"

Until this moment, you had not had anything on your mind, but the gaze in Namjoon's eye is exciting, and the prospect of him putting his hands on you out here, in the garden, appeals to you. You suck on Namjoon's thumb, then release it with a pop.

"I want your hands," you respond sweetly. 

"My hands?"

You hum and nod your head. 

"What would you like me to do with my hands, sweetheart?"

With a smirk, you say, "I want you to touch me, silly."

Namjoon rolls his eyes and takes you by the hand, pulling you past the Greek statues to a stone bench just inside the shrub maze. He unbuttons his cardigan and shrugs it off, placing it down on the bench and tugging your hand in its direction, a silent order to sit down. Namjoon gets on his knees in front of you and runs his hands up your thighs, sending a shiver through you.  

"The one time you don't wear a dress," he teases as he reaches up, slipping his fingers below the waistband of your borrowed pants and pulling. 

You angle your hips upwards, lifting yourself off the seat as you allow Namjoon to pull them down, past your hips and thighs. He rubs his hands over your bare skin, up and back down, then begins to pull the garment over your knees. You help expedite the process by lifting your right leg and pulling your foot free, and Namjoon leaves the sweatpants around your left calf.

Namjoon stands and joins you on the bench, pulling your right leg over his lap and rubbing his hand up your thigh. Between Namjoon's touch and the gentle breeze, goosebumps break over your skin, and a shiver tingles down your spine. 

"Is this how you want me to touch you?" Namjoon asks, leaning to brush his lips across yours. 

You let out a soft, satisfied sigh and close your eyes, nodding your head.

"This is a good start."

A deep, sweet chuckle ghosts warm breath over your skin.

"A good start, you say? What can I do to make it better?"

"Touch me higher."

Namjoon brushes the tips of his fingers up your thigh and hip, and then higher, under your shirt to circle your belly button. You huff a scoff of frustration and amusement, and shake your head.

"Lower," you whine, "in the center."

With a deep hum, Namjoon nuzzles his nose against your skin as he moves his hand down, over your panties, leaving featherlight touches across your labia. The gentle contact makes you whine, sending a rush of arousal through you.

"Namjoon, please," you moan, spreading your legs further. 

"Use your words, baby."

A shattered exhale leaves your lips, and you tilt your cheek toward his face, suddenly feeling shy to voice what you want.

Your voice is soft and weak as you beg, "Touch my pussy, daddy. Please."

"That's my good girl," Namjoon groans as he presses against your clothed lips and rubs his fingers up and down.

The wave of pleasure that rushes through you is abrupt, and you arch your back, moaning and shuddering from the sensation. Namjoon twirls his fingers over you several times, then he drags his hand up slowly and pushes it past the waistband of your panties. 

"Does my baby like the way I touch her?" Namjoon asks as his fingers separate your lips and graze over your clit, down to your entrance, and back up, slick with your arousal. It feels heavenly, and you nibble on your lip and whimper. 

Namjoon's voice is stern and low.

"Be a good girl and use your words."

"I love the way you touch me, daddy."

Namjoon spins his fingers over your clit in slow, steady circles, building you gradually as heat flushes over your skin. 

"I'm dying to taste you, baby," Namjoon groans, sucking a spot gently into your skin and licking over the mark. The sensation of him teasing your neck makes you tremble and moan as you imagine that talented tongue between your thighs.

"Then taste me, daddy," you gasp.

Namjoon's hand leaves you, pulling from your panties and letting the elastic waistband snap gently against your skin. You whine, desperate for his touch once more, but he moves your leg away from his lap and gives your hip a gentle slap. 

"Stand up," Namjoon instructs, and you sigh as you follow his order, watching as he stands, picks up his cardigan, and rolls it into a little ball, then places it on one end of the stone bench. Namjoon sits, then lays back with his head cushioned by the shirt, and pats his shoulder with one hand commanding you to, "Sit."

"Sit?" you ask incredulously.

"On my face," he specifies with a raise of his eyebrows. 

You approach and swing your leg over the bench, kneeling on the cold stone as you place your hands above either side of his head and lift your other leg. Yoongi's sweatpants dangle from your ankle, and you reach down to yank it free over your sneaker, then lift your leg, hovering above him. 

Namjoon places his hands on your ass and pulls you forward, craning his neck as you settle, and lapping his tongue against you. His tongue is warm and wet, instantly building your arousal once more, and making you moan. One hand slides away from your ass, reaching between your legs to press two long fingers inside you.

"Fuck," you moan, feeling your arousal rapidly build from the stretch. "That feels so good, daddy."

With a deep, muffled groan, Namjoon licks hungrily at your pussy as his fingers steadily pump in and out. Your hips tremble and gently grind against him as he alternates licking and sucking your clit.

Yoongi's voice pops into your mind, teasingly groaning, "So easy," as you feel yourself quickly reaching the precipice of pleasure. 

"You're gonna make me cum, daddy," you whine as your hips grind a little harder. "Please don't stop."

Namjoon picks up his pace, fucking his fingers into you relentlessly, and you begin to dissolve, vibrating from head to toe as the dam breaks. A sob rips through your chest as you peak, orgasm pulsating through you, and Namjoon does not slow down, pulling wave after wave out until you can no longer take it and begin to shutter from overstimulation. 

"Please," you whine. "It's too much, daddy."

As his fingers and lips slow, you continue to tremble, feeling sensitive and fucked out. As soon as Namjoon pulls completely out, you sit on his chest and lean forward on your hands, caging in his head.

"You're so good to me," you purr as you attempt to get your bearings enough to stand. Namjoon lays patiently as you slide haphazardly, placing one foot on the ground and swinging over the other. 

"Of course I am," Namjoon finally responds as he sits up.

You gather the sweatpants and step out of one shoe and into the leg hole, sliding into the shoe as your foot breaches the end, then repeating with the other side, wiggling your hips as you pull the pants up. Then, you approach Namjoon, slotting a leg between his and grabbing his face as you bend to leave a soft, chaste kiss. 

"I like you a lot, Joonbug," you mutter against his lips. 

Namjoon wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, licking into your mouth with a moan. You melt against him, tasting heady hints of your release.

"I like you a lot too, sweetheart."

"Let me take care of you?" you ask sweetly, reaching for his erection, but he shakes his head softly and says, "Later. This was just about getting you off."

You tilt your head back to get a look at Namjoon, endeared by his soft gaze and dimpled cheeks.

"Show me your house, then? I want to learn more about you."

With a grin, Namjoon nods and says, "Let's go."

Namjoon stands and takes your hand, lacing your fingers between his.

"If we continue past this part of the garden, there is a path that leads from Tae's property to the backs of the homes, but I want to show you the more direct road from the mansion."

You hum and nod, following Namjoon's lead through the garden the way you came. Just before the driveway, there is a path that leads through trees and a clearing in the garden wall, which opens to a wide gravel area that narrows into a road. With each step, the earth crunches, and you take a deep breath, letting out a contented sigh, holding Namjoon's hand while you walk in comfortable silence. 

As you continue down the road, a large brown house comes into view, partially surrounded by trees. While the home is smaller than the mansion, it is still far too large for just one person, and you frown as you imagine Namjoon returning here alone in the past, knowing he would rather be in the mansion, with Yoongi.

"Once you've been in my home, you're more or less been in them all. They were built from the same mould. Except for Taehyung's place."

"Is his bigger?"

Namjoon hums. "His is massive. It might even be larger than Yoongi's place."

"Why?"

With a chuckle, Namjoon gives your hand a gentle squeeze. "Discussing Taehyung's personal life is something I do not allow myself to do. But I will just say that the man has some interesting hobbies, in addition to his various examination and surgical rooms."

"Not cryptic at all," you tease.

Felix's words return, and you shudder at the thought of him ripping people apart in his big, state-of-the-art hospital-slash-mansion. You hope that he was trying to intimidate you by exaggerating. 

Namjoon's property is surrounded by various trees and bushes, and he has a garden of his own, though it is much smaller, with more greenery and fewer statues, on the side of the house. A large black sedan sits outside the garage, looking identical to those the rest of the family men drive, and you wonder if his Porsche is inside the garage. 

As you approach the large, brown two-story home, Namjoon releases your hand and steps up to the thumbprint and retina scanner, then punches in a long code before his front door clicks open. You follow his lead inside, sliding your shoes off beside his large, chaotic shoe stash. A set of stairs lead up along the nearby right wall, and the house opens into a large living room, with what appears to be a dining area past the stairs, to the right.

Namjoon takes your hand in his once more and leads you into the living room. Everything is earth tones, reclaimed woods, and leather, and you are pleasantly surprised by the number of paintings and sculptures he has displayed throughout the space. One cozy brown leather chair is surrounded by a large pile of books, and he has a small stack of art and photography books on his coffee table.

"I don't know why I'm surprised to find all this art, considering our museum date," you tease, turning to Namjoon and finding his gaze soft and sweet. 

Namjoon smiles, giving your hand a delicate squeeze.

"We should do that again, sometime. Minus the torture pitstop."

"Yes," you agree with a laugh. "We can skip the torture next time."

Gently, Namjoon tugs on your hand, pulling you toward him, and you step in close, rubbing your palm over his soft brown cardigan. The room smells of his musk with earthy hints from the many plants that sit atop furniture and shelves, and it feels much more like home than Yoongi's mansion. 

"It's been so long since I've brought someone here," Namjoon says, gently taking your chin in his free hand. "It feels nice letting you see me a little bit more."

"It's nice being welcomed to see you a bit more."

Namjoon leans forward, and you tilt your head up, expecting a kiss, but he leans and rests his forehead against yours, closing his eyes with a smile.

"I like you a lot."

Your tummy does a swoop, and you wrap your arm around his neck, playing with the hairs on his nape, and give his hand a tight squeeze.

"I like you a lot too, Namjoon."

When Namjoon opens his eyes, his expression is hungrier, and he tugs his lips into a smile. Then, he drops his hand from your chin and stands up straight, eyebrows knitting as he reaches into his pocket to pull out his phone, which is vibrating. One glance at the screen, and he answers the call.

"Yoongi-hyung."

Excitement and anxiety pool in your tummy at the mention of Yoongi, and you watch Namjoon as his gaze flits to you, then he nods his head.

"She's with me. We were walking through the gardens and I decided to show her how to get to my place. … Nah, I was just about to give her a tour and bring her back home, but we can cut it short and come back now. … Sounds good, I'll see you in a bit. … I love you too." 

He does not take his eyes off you as he ends the call, and you feel another more powerful swoop in your guts when he speaks those last four words. Heat rises to your cheeks, and you do your best to hide how affected you are by it, keeping your expression flat while he slips his phone back into his pocket. 

"He's home much sooner than expected; shall we head back?" Namjoon asks, leaning in to slot his lips against yours. 

You reach for Namjoon's shirt, just above his pec, and gently gather the fuzzy material between your fingers as you lean into the kiss and let out a groan of satisfaction. Even the faintest kiss from Namjoon is so sweet and soft, filling you with warmth and adoration, and you lean into him, letting your lips slowly open and close against his—languid and saccharine.

When Namjoon releases the kiss, you open your eyes with a smile.

"I suppose we shall."

He nods as he says, "I'll give you a tour next time."

Namjoon leads you back to the front entrance, and you slip on your shoes, lamenting having to go back so soon, but eager to see Yoongi. It hasn't been long since you said goodbye, but you find yourself missing him more and more whenever he is away. 

The walk back to the mansion is quiet, and Namjoon holds your hand as he hums softly to himself. You enjoy these calm, peaceful moments with him, and gaze around at the Japanese maple trees that line the area. Soon, their leaves will begin to change and become a pretty bright red. 

Rather than taking you back toward the garden, Namjoon leads you along a path that opens by the driveway. Leaning against the garage door is a mint green bicycle with a brown basket on the handlebars and a slender luggage rack over the back tire, and you smile to yourself, knowing that it is undoubtedly the bicycle that Felix had described. 

"Ah, Jeongguk is here," Namjoon mutters. "I wonder if that means Taehyung is, too."

"Do they often travel as a pair?" you ask.

Namjoon clears his throat and gives your hand a squeeze before releasing it.

"Sometimes."

As you approach, the front door swings open, and Seokjin walks out, dressed head to toe in black and tapping a pack of cigarettes against his palm. When he turns and meets your gaze, he grins.

"My, what a pleasant surprise. And just what were the two of you up to?"

Although you are sure all of the family men must know about the state of your relationship with Namjoon, you feel anxiety bubble under Seokjin's scrutiny. 

"Going for a walk," Namjoon responds. 

Seokjin hums and nods his head, then pulls a cigarette from the pack and places it between his lips. As he fishes a lighter from his pocket, you and Namjoon step past, into the door, which has been left open by a crack. The main hall of the house is empty, but you notice movement out by the pool. You step out of your shoes and wait for Namjoon to do the same, then follow him toward the back door. 

"Ah, there you are," Yoongi calls from the top of the stairs as soon as you are near the landing, and you turn to find him smiling widely with his hair wavy and overgrown, wearing a black tee tucked into black slacks.

"Going to change," Namjoon mutters to you, leaving a kiss on your forehead. "I'll be back."

Yoongi begins to make his way down the stairs as Namjoon walks up, and you stand and watch as they meet in the middle with Yoongi one step higher and slightly towering above Namjoon, smiling as he pulls him into a kiss. They mutter between them, then Yoongi continues down as Namjoon walks up, in the direction of the bedroom. 

"Darling," Yoongi calls sweetly, opening his arms as he reaches the final steps. 

You approach, and once he is on level ground, you wrap your arms around him, burying your face against his shoulder as you squeeze him tight.

"Miss me?" Yoongi rasps, deep and oh, so sweet.

Your voice sounds breathy as you respond, "I did," releasing the hug just enough to gaze up into his eyes. "How did everything go?"

There is a twitch in Yoongi's jaw that almost goes unnoticed, and when he responds, "I handled everything," his tone is completely changed. 

"I'm glad."

Footsteps come from upstairs, and you look past Yoongi to find Namjoon dressed in his standard black button-up and slacks. Yoongi draws your attention with a kiss to your temple and an invitation.

"How would you feel about joining us at a gun range?"

The question feels somewhat random, but it is something that has crossed your mind, especially living in this house with the goings-on that take place.

"Alright," you respond, clearing your throat, which suddenly feels dry. "That would probably be a good idea."

"Taehyung, Jeongguk, and I used to go on a fairly regular basis, and we have been discussing starting up again, this week. I talked to them about having you tag along and they seemed receptive to it."

You are unsure if going to a shooting range of all places with the terror twins is an exciting prospect or a frightening one, but you do not argue. You are certain that Yoongi wouldn't intentionally put you into a dangerous situation, but being that you do not know either of them very well, you have no idea what to expect. 

The glass door leading out to the pool slides open, and you turn to find Taehyung entering shirtless with his wet hair swept off his forehead and a big white towel wrapped around his hips. He looks stunning with his sly boxy smile and the droplets from his hair streaking his golden skin.

"Are you excited for tomorrow?" Taehyung asks with his gaze fixed on you.

You hum and turn to Yoongi, who says, "I thought we would start shooting right away."

"Oh," you respond, eyes wide as you look back to Taehyung, who asks, "Have you shot a gun before?"

You nod; you have done shooting practice with cans and other trash, but never had to put a bullet through another person. "I have, but only a little."

"Good," Taehyung says with a smirk. "I can't wait to see how you handle it."

Yoongi gives your shoulder a squeeze, and you attempt to keep your breathing level and steady, but there is something in those sharp, cold eyes of Taehyung's that unsettle you. You glance past Taehyung through the doors to find Jeongguk standing, towel-drying his hair with a deep, unmistakable frown, and you force a smile, swallowing down a ball of anxiety as you turn back to Yoongi.

"C-can't wait."

(Mm-mhm)

숨을 내쉬고 뱉어 like (Mm-mhm) Breathe out and еxhale like like (Mm-mhm) 경계를 넘어서 like (Mm-mhm) Bеyond the boundary like like (Mm-mhm)

내 품에 널 안아 like (Mm-mhm) Hold you in my arms like like (Mm-mhm)

다른 생각은 하지마 Don’t even think about other things

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Chapter 2

The Wolf and the Flame

Summary: Geralt had just found Ciri and was headed to Kaer Morhen when something drew him into the woods. He found a woman near death and things changed for them all. (I suck at summaries just read please!) Yennefer is bad in the start of this but she and Geralt work on their friendship. Eskel is a dick at first but there is a reason and it works out. Will have a happy ending. Ciri is younger here than in the netflix show. She is about 12.

Warnings: abuse history, injuries, hurt comfort, no one under 18 to be safe, will add when I need to 

Words: 3,233

Naurel heard soft muted sounds around her. A crackling fire, water being dipped out of a bucket, the sound of something being placed on a hard surface. An astringent smell stung her nose and she absently wondered who’d been injured and if she was needed to help. She was on a hard surface but was warm with a soft pillow under her head. Then the pain registered in her mind and all the terror she’d experienced flooded back with a vengeance. She gasped a deep, wheezing breath and sat bolt upright. Searing pain shot through her body and her ribs protested both her breathing and movement so much that she nearly vomited. 

Geralt had been crouched down adding more wood to the fire when he heard the gasping breath. As quick as he was, the woman had already sat up by the time he got to her. He gently pushed her back down. “You are safe here.”

Her eyes locked with the giant man’s again and she remembered seeing them before and some of the panic ebbed. “W..Where am I?” Her voice was scratchy and her throat hurt but nothing like it had before when she was awake. 

“You are in the town of Lakeside, at the home of the healer,” he answered. “What is your name?”

“Naurel,” she answered. “How did I…? I was dying..” she trailed off, confused. 

“You were nearly dead when I found you and brought you here,” he affirmed. “Triss worked for hours to bring you back from the brink.”

“Who are you?”

“Geralt of Riva,” he nodded to her. “We were traveling and saw your encampment. Were you traveling with the Nilfgaarians?” 

A shiver ran through her. “No.” She was afraid to tell him she had been their prisoner. She didn’t know anything about him or where his loyalties lay. 

He could sense her hesitation and didn’t push. She’d been through hell and he knew it would take time for her to trust him. Still, he felt drawn to her.  There was something there that he didn’t understand. “What happened?”

“I..I’m not sure,” She hedged. It was partly true. She didn’t know exactly how things had happened in the end. “My dress?” she gasped and tried to set up again but his hand on her shoulder stopped her.

“It’s ruined. We will get you something else to wear.”

“But I need it!” 

Her eyes were panicked and he could smell the stress coming from her. “I don’t think it can be saved but I will put it in my bag to be cleaned.”

“No,” she shook her head. “The skirt has a hidden pocket on the inside.” She watched Geralt go to the pile of rags that was formerly her dress and search the pieces until he found what he was searching for and returned it to her. She clutched the gold locket against her chest with trembling hands and relaxed against the pillow. “Thank you. It’s the only thing I have from my birth family. The only clue to who I was before I became nothing.”

“Where are you from?” He continued with the questions, keeping them simple so she didn’t feel threatened, although he wanted to argue with her about being nothing.

“I.. I don’t know where I was born,” she told him honestly. “I was sold as a slave in Centra when I was three. I remained there, though I was sold to a few different families over the years.”

A frown crossed his stone features. “I had no idea that Calanthe allowed slavery in her kingdom.” He knew she was not the great Queen some pretended her to be. While she wasn’t as prejudiced as Nilfgaard and its leaders she still did not like elves or anyone different in her eyes. She just wasn’t as open about it. “Is that who did this to you? The person who owned you?”

“No. I mean yes.” She sighed and tried again to explain, “some of it,” she corrected. “I was accused of taking something from the market but I didn’t,” she insisted. Panic was starting to bubble up in her chest. Why the hell was she telling him about her accused crime? What if he took her back there so they could punish her more? She would end up back in the hands of her torturer?

Geralt could hear her heart starting to race and her breath hitching. “Easy, you are safe. I will not let anyone else harm you Naurel. I promise you. Relax and slow your breathing. It will only aggravate your ribs.”

“You are a witcher.” It was a statement, not a question. Geralt nodded. “Why are you helping me? I have no coin to pay you or anything to give you in return.”

“I am not asking for anything.” He had to bite back a frustrated sigh at the damn witcher stereotypes. “I’m not the monster.”

“I.. I didn’t mean to imply that you were. I just.. I know witchers kill monsters for coin. It’s how you survive.” She stumbled over her words.  “Thank you, for everything. I didn’t mean to insult you.”

He was about to speak when Triss and Ciri came barreling in from outside. “Good, you’re awake,” Triss sighed breathlessly. “The villagers have heard about what happened to the girl. How she was found among the dead and they think she's a death omen. They are coming here. You can’t stay here Geralt.”

“She can’t travel like this,” he growled. “I’ll talk to them.”

“They are in no talking mood. I tried. They are afraid that whatever killed all the soldiers is still after her. If she stays here then they think whoever or whatever it was will come looking for her.” Triss paused. “I can’t say I disagree with them either. She poses a threat to the village and Lakeside is a peaceful place.” 

Naurel pulled herself to a sitting position, noticing for the first time that she was naked under the sheet as it pooled around her hips. Her face flamed red as she quickly covered herself. “I don’t want to cause trouble.”

Triss nodded at her and started gathering some herbs. She handed them to Geralt along with some other supplies and a jar with flowers and a white milky liquid inside. “This is milk of the poppy. A drop of this under her tongue for pain when she needs it. It’s fall and the herbs and flowers are getting hard to come by. I don't know if you will be able to find much on your journey. Traveling will not be easy on horseback but she would never survive a portal. Take her to Kaer Morhen. I will go ahead and let Vesimer know you are coming. We will prepare for your arrival.”

He didn’t like it at all but he knew Triss was right. He would have to kill the entire village if they stayed and he couldn’t risk exposing Ciri like that. By the time he packed the saddlebags and got the horses ready Triss had helped Naurel into a dress and some shoes. The poor girl was still so weak she was shaking like a leaf blowing in a windstorm. Scooping her up in his arms he placed her on Roach before climbing up behind her. The villagers were running toward them with pitchforks and torches as they rode out of town. 

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Geralt kept the pace as slow as he dared to try and lessen the strain on Naurel’s battered body. Even though Triss healed all she could there were still many injuries that remained. He could feel her start to lean against his chest, body exhausted but then she would quickly straighten up again and try to support her weight. He wrapped one of his arms around her waist and carefully pressed her back. “Rest, I’ll keep you steady.”

She sank back against him, no match for his strength. Hell, she was pretty sure a slight breeze could knock her over right now. “I don’t want to hurt you,” she argued even though she didn’t try to set back up. 

He grinned at her. “I assure you that your weight is no burden.” It was like her body fit to his perfectly. It felt right. “How is your pain? Do you need something for it?”

She shook her head as she curled to his chest.  His skin was so warm and she was so cold. One of the many experiments that the evil sorcerer had performed on her made her feel like her blood was ice. “So warm,” she sighed. Geralt pulled his cloak so that it was wrapped around her as well. There was barely a chill in the air and he wondered if an infection was starting to sit in on some of her wounds.  

“Do you want some water?” Ciri wanted to talk to the woman, to find out more about her but she was unsure. In the back of her mind, she wondered if the woman was sent to kidnap her. She knew it didn’t make sense but still, she was leery of the newcomer. 

Naurel forced her eyes open and smiled at Ciri. “No thank you, Princess.”

“You know who I am?”

“Yes,” she rested her head back against Geralt’s shoulder. “May I ask why the Lion Cub of Centra is traveling with a witcher and not the guard?” 

Ciri bristled, “is that some sort of cruel joke? How do you know who I am?” she demanded.

“I meant no disrespect,” she said as she sat up straight. “I know who you are because I was a slave in your city. When I would go to the market I would often see you playing knucklebones. Members of the guard would always be lurking nearby to keep you safe.”

“Then you know well that all my family was slaughtered by the same soldiers you were found with! How dare you be so cruel!” Ciri shouted.

“Easy,” Geralt said as he held a calming hand out toward Ciri. “She was a captive not a member of their party.” 

Ciri backed down slightly but was still angry. “Fine but why be so cruel to ask why I’m not with my dead family?” she demanded. 

“Dead?” Naurel gasped. “How?”

Geralt was shocked that she didn’t know about the sacking of Centra. “How long were you held captive?”

“I.. I lost track. I was kept chained in the dark. No sun or moonlight ever filtered down to the depths of hell I was a part of.” A shiver ran through her at the memory. “I’m very sorry about your family princess.”

Ciri huffed and trotted her horse ahead a bit. She didn’t like this woman at all. Geralt was ready to stop Ciri when she rode ahead but she didn’t go far so he let her have some space. He could feel the anger coming off his young charge and the sadness and disappointment coming off of the woman in his arms. This was going to be a long trip. 

“I didn’t mean to upset her,” Naurel said as she forced herself to set up again. She always seemed to say the wrong thing. “I don’t think I can walk very far but if you could find a place near the water to leave me. I will be fine.” She squirmed attempting to free herself.

“You think I am going to leave you alone in the woods, injured?” Geralt asked. He was angry that she even suggested it. 

“If I’m close to the water I’ll likely survive.” She shrugged then flinched at the pain the simple movement caused her. 

“And when something or someone attacks you?” he growled.

She shrugged again, hissing at the movement. She really had to stop doing that. “Then  I die.”

Her answer was so blunt and matter of fact that it caught him off guard. “If I was willing to let that happen I would have left you in the woods where I found you. Ciri is in pain right now, just like you, only her’s is emotional pain.” He put his large hand on her stomach and pressed her back against him before wrapping her in his cloak again. “And you will listen to me when I tell you to do something. It is not up for debate.” Geralt didn’t know why he felt so possessive of her but he did. It was like she was meant to be a part of him.

A wave of desire ran through her and she wanted to bare her neck to him and submit but that wasn’t in her nature, ever. It’s like the words that came from Geralt went straight to her soul. Like he was meant to command her and she was built to be his to command. What the hell had that sorceress done to her? She’d never felt this way before. She let him push her back and settled in but gave him a grievous pout in return and she was sure she saw the corner of his mouth turn up in a grin. That was the last thing she remembered until they came to a stop a few hours later. 

“We need to make camp for the night,” Geralt said. Ciri, who had fallen back to ride beside him again, pulled her horse to a stop and hopped down grateful to be out of the saddle for a bit. Geralt handed her his bedroll. “Put that down over there so I can put Naurel on it while I set up camp.”

“I can do it,” Naurel said from the crook of his neck. She felt him chuckle. “I can,” she huffed.

“Uh huh,” he agreed as he climbed off of Roach and pulled her into his arms. “I know you can.” She was fucking adorable. 

“You know, I’m not going to be weak forever witcher.” Her growl was tiny and soft but a growl non the less. 

“Oh I’m counting on that,” he smirked as he put her on the blanket. “Now do you think the two of you can stay out of trouble long enough for me to gather some wood for a fire?”

Naurel and Ciri both gave him indignant huffs as he walked away. Ciri sat down next to Naurel and offered her some water. “That’s the first time I’ve seen him smile,” she told the redhead. 

Naurel took a sip of the water. “He isn’t anything like the stories I’ve heard of witchers. They are said to be feral, emotionless beasts whose only thoughts are to kill monsters, seek pleasure, and make coin. Geralt seems to be the opposite of that really.” She looked at Ciri, “I’m sorry about earlier. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“It’s alright. I overreacted. It’s just still all so fresh in my mind that anything seems to cause a flood of memories and thoughts.”

She nodded in sympathy. “How long have you known Geralt?”

“Four days.” She smiled at the surprised look on Naurel’s face. “Before I was born the law of surprise was invoked. My grandmother told me to find him as she lay dying. That he was my destiny. I still have no idea what that means,” Ciri confessed.  

“What does he have to say about it?” Naurel asked. 

“I haven’t asked him,” Ciri confessed. “Since I found him people have been trying to take me or kill me and then he found you so there hasn’t been time to talk about it.”

“About what?” Geralt asked as he strode back to camp with his arms full of wood.

Ciri bit her lip. “What any of this means. What I am to you?”

He continued to set up the wood for a fire as they spoke but Naurel caught the tightness that flashed in his eyes momentarily. “It means that I will protect you with my life. We will find out why all of this is happening.”

“Why would my grandmother keep all of this from me?” She was hurt and angry to have been kept in the dark so long.

“I assume she thought she was somehow protecting you. We never realize our time is short until it’s too late.” He looked up at her with sympathetic eyes. “I don’t think she did it with malice. I think she wanted to hide you from the evils of the world and protect you but all she managed to do was to leave you unprepared for what was to happen. She left you with more questions than answers but I promise you, I will do all in my power to help you.”

Ciri nodded, happy with that answer.  She was relieved that she wasn’t to be his wife. Gods Geralt was hot of course but he was far too old for her. Appeased for now she watched as Geralt flirted with Naurel. It was funny to watch, really. You could tell it was completely foreign to the witcher but still, he was so damn cute.

They all talked for a while before Ciri fell asleep near the fire. Geralt checked all Naurel’s bandages before bundling her in a blanket close to his side under the lean-to he’d built to block the wind. “You should rest,” he told her. 

“No, you should rest. You have been going for at least forty-eight hours Geralt, you need sleep.”

“I will be fine,” he argued.

“When you sleep are you easy to wake?” she asked.

“Of course but I won’t fall asleep. I will keep you safe,” he reassured her. 

“I know you will.” She gently pushed at his shoulder until he let her readjust his position and pull his head against her chest. “You sleep. If I hear anything I promise I will wake you. When I get sleepy I will tell you and you can take watch.” When he opened his mouth to protest she put her finger to his lips to stop him. “No arguing witcher,” she scolded. “It’s your turn to let me take care of you for a while.” She felt his shoulders slump in defeat and knew she’d won. 

Geralt was going to continue to argue but he let her win this one. He would rest his eyes for a few minutes so that she felt like she had helped him some. He laid his head on her chest and sighed contentedly as she started carding her fingers through his hair. Her soft, pliant body against him, her fingers massaging his scalp and back, her sweet scent, and the warmth of the fire lulled him to sleep and for the first time in a long time, he didn’t have a nightmare.

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Miguel O'Hara x Black Reader. A short and simple to the point Dominant Miguel series with fluff and smut included as it progresses. Go on a lil journey in love with Miguel.

Chapter 3: Second Date

You wake up a little before noon on Saturday to a text from Miguel.

Text me what you need.

He sent it twenty minutes ago. You text a short list and call on your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth, pausing when he answers.

"Miguel! Hey. I just saw your text."

"Hey Sleeping Beauty."

You look at your reflection with toothpaste on your lips. "We'll see. I might just go back to sleep if these carnitas hit."

"I might just go with you."

"Evening nap? Assuming yours are up to scratch?"

"I'm not worried. My carnitas will change your perception of what pork can taste like."

Playfully, you roll your eyes.

"Your carnitas really better be hitting on something if you're talking all this jazz."

"You'll let me know... What's that? Are you brushing your teeth right now?"

"Mmhm." You rinse, trying to keep it quiet but you can feel him listening. You can't gargle any quieter. "Stop listening! Bye."

You hang up, tickled, and get ready in something casual but cute enough to give him something to look at. It's a second date. You still have to dangle and show some skin. It's a simple thin and flowy bat wing dress with a split hem. You paid $15 for it. You also take out a bottle of wine and two glasses to share.

Miguel comes five minutes early, looking just as edible as you last saw him. His hair is falling down in a Superman curl that he can't get to because his hands are full. You get him to drop his head so you can smooth it back and take a bag. He's brought his own own slow cooker, two bags of groceries, and a couple of unmarked plastic Tupperware containers that all end up on your countertop. One is meat. The other, he refers to it as his secret ingredient.

"What is in that?" You pour the wine, sitting his on the counter in front of him.

"Manteca," he points proudly to the smaller container. "Rendered by yours truly. And this?" He points to the meat. "Pork butt brined overnight. More tender than say, pork shoulder?"

"Whatever," you smirk, sipping once before going through the bag to take out, clean, and season your shoulder. "I use pork shoulder because it has optimum fat content but is still lean in comparison to pork butt. Who likes fatty meat?"

"You. You just don't know it yet."

He drains his glass as his pork pan-fries. You fill it up again, leaning against him casually and smiling before moving away. He holds your gaze, taking another sip.

"You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to seduce me."

"Me? It's only our second date, why would I do such a thing?"

He nods through another sip setting down his glass. You turn away, smiling toward your own slow-cooker. Your eyes widen when grabs your waist abruptly from behind, his head over yours. You hold onto the counter ahead of you, one hand on his arm, ready to be bent over. Instead, he reaches ahead of you to take the cumin, raises it with a sly smile, and walks away. You pop him with a wooden spoon.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding," he whispers, coming back to encircle your waist. You're tall for a woman, and he still has to bend being the giant that he is to kiss you. You close your eyes just as your lips connect and your hands float up to touch his smooth face. His lips are plush and firm. He's using the perfect balance of tongue and sucking on your top lip. You take his bottom. He's a kisser. You use this chance to feel up his large arms and run your hands under his shirt to feel the indentations left by what must be years of intense workout. Somehow, your back ends up against the counter. You're ready NOW.

"Not yet," he reads your mind. "Carnitas."

He glances back once he takes his pork to his slow-cooker, where he adds the same things you added to yours, but also pours in evaporated milk and Coca-Cola.

"I thought you were drinking that."

"Nope." He looks back suddenly, noticing your confused expression and continuing on. You've both been looking over each others' shoulders trying to see what's going on since you started. "Trust the process."

You wait until your meat is done to ready the tortillas for tacos. In the meantime while his meat finishes, you ready your herbs and topping for presentation. You've got two tacos arranged for tasting.

He closes his eyes, lost in the flavor as he hums. "Okay, this is good. I'd come over for this any time. ANY time," he repeats, shoving the entirety of what's left into his mouth. You weren't worried. You stand by your carnitas being top tier. You both make another one to eat.

"Don't fill up before you've had mine." He takes yours from your hand, eating it and humming in satisfaction. You'd be annoyed if it didn't mean you were winning.

"Yess, eat up. Enjoy the taste of a winner."

He clumsily takes out his phone, still eating. He types and shows you the screen. He's typed what you said into notes. Seeing you confused, he doesn't elaborate. He checks his pork and arranges his own sample plate of tacos.

"Taste," he gestures, crossing his arms.

You take a taco and smell it. Your mouth is watering. He watches eagerly.

"Oh my god," you blurt after one encompassing bite. "That's fucking good."

"I told you. You're looking at the king."

"Miguel."

"Life changing, ain't it? There's a finesse," he pinches the air dramatically, but the pork is going to your coochie. If you wanted him before?

You grab his neck, pulling his face down to yours in another kiss. This time, you try to climb him like a tree. He lifts your thighs, assisting you in wrapping them around his tapered waist, your ankles locking. You refuse to let go this time. You have protection upstairs.

He walks you through your kitchen to your living room, carrying you easily and squatting your weight to sit on your couch with you in his lap. His fingers slide under the hem of your thin, flowy dress and up your thighs into the crease of your hips where his thumbs hitch and squeeze. He grips your ass and strokes up your back, making you arch and grind against his bulge.

You pull his head back by his hair, and he grins, his tongue out fully while you suck it fervently. When his palms travel back down to your ass, his fingers slide under your panties and through your crack to rub on your vulva.

Your breath hitches. "Miguel," you whisper against his lips, feeling him slip a finger in. He works that finger as you kiss him and grind, becoming a needy mess.

He stops to hook your panties. You lift and lean to the side on the cushion to help him slide them past your knee, which he kisses, stroking your calf.

"Come on." He helps you up. "I need you to sit on my face."

You oblige him, collecting a fist of fabric from your dress in your hand and straddling him. Gradually, you let more of your weight press against his face while he strokes your round cheeks. You feel the stiffness of his soft tongue and the pressure of his lips as they squeeze against your clit. Gripping the back of the couch, you ride both to orgasm. He rubs your thighs, gripping them when it seems you're losing balance.

To your surprise and despite your squirming, he locks your thighs in place when you cum.

"Miguel," you gasp.

He continues doing that thing, causing you to build again. You squeeze the back of the couch and toss your head back, riding out the feeling and coming again as you breathe. You hear him sucking up your wetness. He squeezes your cheeks, still buried beneath you enough to breathe through his nose.

You move from his face and drop onto the couch on your stomach, fully stimulated and focused on his lap. His chin is glossed. You look in his narrow brown eyes as you unzip his slim fit slacks and gently fish out his erection, spitting on it and stroking it in your hand. He guides your head to the tip, taking it from you and pressing it against your lips before relinquishing control again.

"Suck me slowly." He raises his shirt enough for you to see his subtle brown happy trail under his belly button. You find a good rhythm, rubbing his stomach up to his nipple. "Mm," he hums, watching you on his tip. "Just like that. He strokes your back. You keep your pace but switch up the way your tongue moves. Your goal is to make him nut this way. He gently squeezes your shoulder, getting close, and when he comes, you neatly guzzle it up.

"Show it to me," he whispers, humming when you open your mouth, letting it drool out with a smile of achievement. "Good girl."

You'll have to have a talk with him later sometime about your praise kink and why he should be cautious of his word choice. In the meantime, he takes out his phone, which throws you until he shows you that same message.

Yess, eat up. Enjoy the taste of a winner.

"Miguel!"

"Sucking a winner makes you a winner," he teases, holding your face while you search for a good comeback. "Eh, you're slow. Let's take a nap. You're tired."

"I'm not tired, y-"

"Yes, you are. Shh. Direct me."

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[demonsandmischief]

-Chapter 6: The Avengers' Therapist-

Bisexual Female Reader x The Avengers

Rated M for eventual sexual themes

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My Masterlist for other chapters. Please read the disclaimer in Chapter 1.

For the second time that day, you swung your door open, expecting to find your pizza, but not expecting Natasha and Wanda.

"This is a surprise," you said, gesturing them in. "I thought you were my pizza."

"We're sorry to disappoint," Nat teased, smirking slightly as she dropped onto your couch. There was something different about her, the way she was looking at you. You weren't sure what it was.

Wanda sat in your chair, curling her legs under her.

"I'm not disappointed," you corrected her softly, dropping down next to her. "I'm glad you all came by. I shouldn't have left the way I did, and I'm sorry."

Wanda finally met your eye. "I thought we were friends."

"Of course we are," you whispered. "Why do you think I decided not to come back?"

Wanda shrugged.

"I think having to stick to a professional relationship that was based off of a contract would hurt us both in the long run."

You found Nat's gaze. "What?"

"Nothing," Nat shook her head. "I just wish I realized how lucky we were to have you around, right from the start."

You could feel the heat in your cheeks at her kind words, and the pizza guy saved you from having to think of how to respond.

Except it wasn't the pizza guy; it was all of the rest of the Avengers.

You couldn't help but laugh. "What are all of you doing here so late?"

They look like giants in your small hallway, and you ushered them in before your neighbors saw.

Sam handed you your pizza. "I think we scared off your delivery guy."

"So this is where you guys snuck off to," Steve said to Wanda and Nat.

There wasn't a lot of space for all of them. Nat scooted closer to you so Clint could sit on the couch. Tony, Bucky, Sam and Steve sat on your floor.

"We all miss you," Steve said sincerely. "The compound isn't the same without you."

"It's only been a few hours," you tried to hide your smile.

"We wanted to make sure you were okay," Tony said. His words were still sincere and soft. The way they were looking at you made your heart thud gently.

"I appreciate that," you said. "I was just thinking of how quiet my apartment was, and then Nat and Wanda showed."

You glanced at the small box of pizza, and then at the large group. "Should I order more pizza?"

"We already ate," Sam said.

"Alright. I should have popcorn and candy in the cabinet above the dishwasher."

Tony flipped on your TV. You imagined they each had many things to do, and you treasured the fact that they took the time to spend with you.

Bucky stood. He went right to the cabinet, coming back with an arm full of candy and other snacks.

"Someone has a sweet tooth," he said pointedly, namely at you. He dropped the pile onto the coffee table. You noted the candy he picked for himself. You were going to add it to your notebook. You had yet to write anything down for Bucky.

You retrieved all of your blankets and pillows, handing them out to everyone. You had a lot - you loved blankets. They all agreed on a movie, and in no time, you found yourself dozing off, feeling completely safe and secure in their presence.

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It was morning when you woke up. You were in your bed. Someone must've put you there. You assumed that they would have left, but surprisingly they were all fast asleep, mostly on your floor. Someone had pushed your coffee table out of the way, and the guys were all piled together on the floor. Nat had the couch, and Wanda was still in the chair. It was kind of adorable.

You wanted to do something special for them, but you pretty much had no groceries. You had to be quick. You knew a few of them were early risers. There was a corner store not even a block from your apartment. You could just go and grab stuff for breakfast.

After you got dressed, you were surprised to find Bucky awake. He was standing in the kitchen, like he was waiting for you. You gestured for him to follow you. You shut and locked your door as quietly as possible.

"Where are we going?" he asked.

"To get stuff for breakfast," you said. "What's your favorite breakfast food, Buck?" You quickly corrected yourself. "Bucky. I'm sorry."

"It's okay. My friends call me Buck." His lips quirked up, and yours did too. "I mean, I like pancakes."

"Exactly what I was thinking," you said. "What kind of pancakes?"

Bucky shrugged, pulling the door open for you.

You grabbed all of the necessary breakfast items. You knew they ate a lot of food judging from your time at the compound.

Surprisingly, not one person had moved since you left.

"You get to help since you're awake," you told Bucky, handing him two packages of bacon. He didn't protest, and you worked side by side.

The smell of bacon caused Steve to stir, and he sat up. His blonde hair was ruffled from sleep, and he yawned, stumbling his way over.

"I can help," he said, taking the spatula you were using to flip the pancakes with from your hand.

You whisked the eggs together to be scrambled once some space at the stove has cleared. You cut up some fruit, and soon, everyone was waking up.

You all ended up back on the floor because it's where everyone could fit.

"This is great," Clint complimented. He yawned, leaning against the couch for support.

"Yeah, we rarely do breakfast together," Nat said.

"Or sleep in," Tony added.

"Will you come back?" Wanda asked you. "Not as our therapist this time."

"Wanda, what would I do at the compound?" you whispered. You didn't mean it in a snarky way, but you had been living there temporarily as a job. By asking you to come back, what did that mean?

"You could be an honorary Avenger," Tony said. "We all enjoy your company, just as much as we enjoy each other's."

Everyone seemed to be watching you as you thought it over.

"Not yet," you decided. "You all need to focus on passing those evaluations, and then I will consider it."

You didn't want to complicate things for them. They needed to open up to someone else, and throwing you into the mix was going to be a mess.

"I don't want to talk to someone else," Steve grumbled, meeting your gaze. "But I guess I'll do it for you."

------------------Author's Note-------------------------

You ducked your head to hide your smile.

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[animebaby00]

Halloween Date With The MHA Boys' + Their Favorite Candies

Happy (early) Halloween ! I wanted to push this out for you guys now since I won't have time tomorrow.

Hope you all enjoy this sweet Halloween treat !

(Oh and btw, be prepared for the favorite candy sections to be a little on the...punny side >.<)

Izuku Midoriya:

Would undoubtedly wanna go trick or treating with you like the dorky adorable little broccoli boy he is. 

Aside from also being a child at heart, your answer is obviously yes because let's be honest…

Who's gonna say no to free candy???  

You make it a date and decide to get ready at his apartment, deciding to go out a little later when there are less children around and more people that are around your age.

You both decided on wearing complimentary costumes because #couplegoals. Angel and devil, police officer and inmate, doctor and nurse. You get the picture. But the costumes don’t hide everything, and you still get asked for autographs by a few very perceptive children. You and Izuku don’t mind in the slightest though, as it only adds to the fun. 

Admiring all the Halloween displays and decorations with a collection of selfies in front of the best ones. His favorite consists of you and him in front of a giant, orange, glowing cat that's in the shape of a pumpkin. 

You find out that a lot of older couples live in his neighborhood and you both get endless compliments about how cute you both are together and it leaves Izuku a stuttering mess while you laugh and give them your thanks. 

Oh and he holds your hand the ENTIRE time, swinging it back and forth, only taking breaks when the walkway to the houses are too narrow for you both to walk through.

Will hold your candy bucket for you when it gets too heavy. Because he will make sure you guys hit EVERY house.

“Izuku?”

“Yes Y/N?”

“My feet hurt.”

That’s literally all you have to say before this boy lifts you up and carries you back to his apartment where it's candy and cuddles for the rest of the night. And though Halloween was over, you didn’t miss Izuku mumbling in his sleep about what kind of costumes you would both dress up in next year.  

Izuku's Favorite Candies: Nerds, Sweet Tarts, Cry Babies (lol), Pez (especially the ones with the All Might themed dispensers), Sugar Babies, and Life Savers.

Bakugou Katsuki:

Despite being such a hothead, Bakugou can actually find it in himself to enjoy Halloween.

During the day, he has fun scaring the living shit out of his classmates with spooky masks, regardless of how much backlash he gets. He gets you a few times as well, but it's obvious he goes a bit easier on you because you’re, and he quotes, “One of the few people he can actually tolerate.”

He had invited you over that night to spend the evening with him so you thought maybe you were gonna go to a Halloween party or some spooky graveyard…

But when you got to his house, the last thing you were expecting was to see a mountain of scary and Halloween themed movies piled high on the coffee table in his living room, along with a bowl of popcorn, soda, a selection of candy, and Bakugou with a shit eating Jack-o-Lantern grin on face. 

“Are we…gonna watch all of these?”

‘Well duh. Why? You got something else to do?”

Shocked you were indeed, but the excitement was overflowing.

It was hard to pick which movie to watch first since he had such an extensive collection, but you both decided to kick things off with the classic “The Nightmare Before Christmas”. 

After that, “Carrie”, “IT”, “Annabelle”, even some of the “Saw” movies. 

Name it, and Bakugou had it. 

You sat on the sofa between his legs the entire time, bowl of popcorn in your lap, and you silently fed him pieces of the salty snack while he unwrapped and fed you bits of candy. 

It was the perfect way to spend Halloween and you wished you could have gone at it all night, but after the 7th film, you had promptly knocked out against Bakugou’s chest, popcorn bowl empty. But instead of waking you up, he merely shut off the T.V and covered both your bodies with a blanket, kissing your forehead.

“Happy Halloween…idiot.”

Bakugou's Favorite Candies: Pop Rocks (cuz little explosions), Starbursts, Blow Pops, Atomic Fireballs, Sour Patch Kids, and WarHeads (he likes to challenge himself with the sour stuff).

Shoto Todoroki:

Ohhh Shoto…our dear little Shoto…

It doesn’t come as a surprise to you when he comes up to you after school and asks you why the school’s halls and classrooms are decorated with pumpkins and little paper ghosts and black and orange streamers. Why some people are already exchanging candy and telling scary stories at lunch.

You simply smile and say, “It’s Halloween!”

“Oh…”

It’s not that he didn’t know what Hallowen was, he explained to you. He just wasn’t accustomed to it or aware of what occurred during the holiday itself. And with how he grew up, it made sense. So you decided it was time to change that. 

You told him to meet you at your apartment at 5, not giving him any more details than that, and when he arrived, you took him by the hand and led him towards one of the best places you could possibly think of to give him a proper introduction to the spookiest night of the year. 

The Pumpkin Patch. 

Upon arriving, Shoto seemed absolutely awestruck at all the different things there were to do. You hadn’t been at the Pumpkin Patch awhile yourself so it was a super nostalgic feeling, almost like it was your first time there. So you made sure to make the most of it. 

The corn maze, hayride, petting zoo (to which you found out that Shoto is a major softie for animals), and of course, pumpkin carving. There was a section of tables laid out for guests to sit at along with a collection of different tools to use, so you helped him pick a pumpkin and gave him his first carving lesson. 

It was so cute watching his expressions. How his brow would furrow when he tried removing the guts and how his tongue would poke out when he began working on the face. You almost forgot you had your own pumpkin to carve. 

You both finished in a reasonable time and left in the later evening, hand in hand as the stars twinkled above you. 

“So what did you think? Did you have fun?”

You were expecting a nod, or a quick little hum. 

But he straight whisked you off your feet and into his arms, and the smile on his face was allllll the confirmation you needed. 

Shoto's Favorite Candies: Junior Mints, Twizzlers, Hot Tamales, Sno Caps (perfect right?), Raisinets, and Peppermints (literally Shoto if he were a candy) 

Eijirou Kirishima:

It’s obvious to anyone that sharkie boy looooves Halloween. 

He’s claimed to you on several occasions that it’s his favorite holiday and that getting the chance to spend it with you only makes it better. 

And how does Eijirou spend Halloween? Two words.

Haunted Houses. 

“There’s a spot in my neighborhood where people set up all different kinds!” he tells you, “And they take up the whollllllle block. It’s a blast!”

And thus the date was a foot. Because you loved haunted houses too. (A/N: Sorry if you don’t! This was just the first thing that came to mind >.<)

He picked you up that night and away you went, ready to get your scare-factor on. 

Now, as much as you loved haunted houses, you weren’t going to lie. They could get a little freaky sometimes.

But leave it to Eijirou to fix that problem right up. 

“If you get scared babe, just let me know!” he pointed to himself with a grin, “Afterall, I wouldn’t be much of a man if I can’t protect the person I care about most!”

And you weren’t about to say no to the invitation. 

You stuck to him like glue, laughing and screaming through every house you went through, even going through them more than once because of how much fun you were both having. 

It was well into the night before you both decided to call it, your throats raw and blood pumping from the adrenaline. But even in your stupor, Eijrou still managed to take your breath away once he brought you back to your apartment, his arms circled around you in a goodbye hug.

“And just think,” he whispered brightly, kissing your cheek, “When we get married and start living together, we can set up our own haunted house!”

You bury your burning face in his neck. 

“E-Eiji!”

Eijirou's Favorite Candies: Rock Candy (duh), Jawbreakers, Crunch Bar, Red Vines (ofc he'd like a candy with part of his hero name in it), Rocky Road Bar, and Everlasting Gobstoppers.

Denki Kaminari:

As far as Denki is concerned, you can’t celebrate Halloween without a good time. And to him, the best way to do that is with a party!

His family throws one every year apparently and he’ll want to invite everyone he knows over to his place for the event, and that includes his ray sunshine. 

Hint, hint. That’s you. 

“You’ll come right? You have to! Please, Y/N, please!”

He’s so adorably persistent, eyes all puppy dog wide and hands folded. Your answer is obvious, and it had his sending sparks of happiness throughout the cafeteria where you both currently resided.. 

“D-Denki! Calm down or else you’ll-”

“EHEHEHEHEHEH!!!!!”

Jirou’s laughs echoed in the background and you stifled a groan as you began your trek to the nurses office with your short-circuited boyfriend dangling against your shoulder. 

Halloween rolled by over the course of a few days, and upon arriving at Denki's residence, you were completely in awe of the change of scenery. 

What was once a normal looking house was now an area that practically screamed ‘Halloween’.

Costumes, decorations, snacks, bowels filled with candy, games, music, even a wooden barrel for bobbing for apples! 

The Kaminari family sure took things to the extreme, but nonetheless, it was still loads of fun. 

All of your classmates showed up, as well as a few other members of Kaminari’s family from different cities. 

So of COURSE, he had to introduce you to everyone. 

“This is Y/N,” he would say proudly, “The cutest, most amazing, most wonderful, most beautiful, most talented most-mmph!”

You loved him. You really did. But that didn't stop you from making a mental note for something you never thought you’d need for future reference. 

Not only are candy apples delicious, but they work wonders for shutting people up. 

Denki's Favorite Candies: Dum Dums (if you know you know), Whatchamacallit, Airheads (again, if you know, you know), Goobers, Laffy Taffy, and Snickers.

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through the hourglass 81. brb x oc

a/n: was kinda sad when i wrote the chapter but i hope you guys like it. thanks for supporting the fic.

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: eric. just eric.

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Maybe they were a bit…rusty because they weren’t used to going to loud parties anymore, but this one was loud with a lot of people dressed up in the wildest ways. He saw at least three Mandalorians, two Gandalfs and one giant smiling turd. He had his hand around Beatrice’s the whole time, his wife interlacing their fingers together as they follow the others deep within the vicinity.

The music was pumping in such a way it made their bodies vibrate, it was a mix of modern songs and remixed Halloween music all at once. Now, he wasn’t an old man when it came to music, he knew what the ‘kids’ listened to nowadays and he could enjoy it. He kept Beatrice close to his side so no one would bump against her, kissing the top of her head and squeezing her hand when she pushed herself tighter against his side.

Their table was actually three tables joined together, plus some extra benches on the side for the others who wished to have something softer to sit down - or to lie down that is. He waits until Beatrice sits on the chair to sit down next to her, his eyes focusing on their surroundings before he turns to Beatrice, seeing she’s on her phone.

“Your parents?”

She nods with a smile,”They are letting us know that Nikki is having a great night and that she’s watching Halloween movies with Bianca and Éwoyn.” and she tilts the phone towards him so he could see the picture. Bianca had Nicole against her chest, the little blonde girl was no longer that little and she was keeping her youngest cousin up, while Éwoyn was sitting next to them, holding Nicole’s hand while eating what Rooster could only guess was chocolate brittle.

The three of them were wearing onesies: Bianca was a dinosaur,Éwoyn was a sheep and Nicole was a bunny. Their daughter, alongside her cousins,were so focused on the tv they hadn’t noticed their grandma taking the picture, in fact they barely noticed they were leaning against Pomodoro and Marinara either, the old pitbulls creating a ‘dog wall’ around them so they wouldn’t get hurt.

Rooster smiles, propping his chin on Beatrice’s shoulder,”They look like they are having fun.”

‘Don’t they?” she grins, typing back a response to her parents, “I told them we’ll get there by morning and that they shouldn’t wait for us. I don’t really know when this party is going to end either.” she places her phone inside her bag, going back to hold his hand now that her own was free, “But I’m glad Nikki is fine. I’m glad she can handle being away from us for a long time.”

“I mean it’s not that we want her to.” he adds, rubbing the back of her knuckles with his thumb, “But it’d be weird if we brought Nikki to a party.” Beatrice laughs at his joke, playfully swatting his shoulder only for him to chuckle and kiss her head again, “I’m right and you know it.”

“Yes,yes I know it.���

“You two are disgusting.”

Michael’s voice came from behind them, making the two look back and see the fourth Schiavoni holding three colorful drinks in his hands, all of them with metal straws and he was sipping all of them at once. “Hm,” he nods to the purple one, “This one is better,I gotta tell the guy that his choice was working.”

“Why do you have so many drinks?” his sister asks with her brows furrowed, “And why are you drinking all of them?”

“Well,it’s not often I go out and have fun like this.” he sips the electric blue one, smacking his lips and then tilting his head in a ‘eh alright’ expression, “So I gotta enjoy when I’m able, oh by the way, this one is mango jalapeño.” he nods to the bright orange one, “With smidges of pumpkin, like who would’ve thought right?”

“So you got a lot of drinks, because of that.”

“Yep.”

“Don’t you think it’s too much,Mike?”

He sips the purple drink loudly, ‘Nope.” and walks away from them, the white Michael Myers mask still on his forehead as he leaves, avoiding people along the way. Beatrice smiles until she can no longer see her brother, sighing softly and placing her temple on Rooster’s shoulder.

“Do you want me to get you something?” he asks as his lips touch her scalp, “I can get you a nice drink.”

“Hmmm…I dunno, you are so warm.” she chuckles, looking around them only to see that the rest of their friends was either on the dancefloor or getting drinks themselves, “And maybe I want to keep you with me for a little while longer.”

Rooster chuckles quietly, kissing her scalp one more time and squeezing her hand within his hold, “Alright.” he smiles, sighing as he sinks on his seat and crosses his legs to follow her gaze towards the immense amount of people within that place. He lets his eyes wander for a little while, moving to the left for him to do a double take towards a figure in the corner.

There was someone looking at them, someone wearing a Scream mask but no black robe, just a light colored polo…it was like this person wasn’t planning on showing up and grabbed the mask as a quick costume. He kept his eyes on the Scream guy, seeing he was still looking over at them until he finally moved away. 

He didn’t like this.

And now he didn’t want to leave Beatrice alone either.

He didn’t know if this was related to what he saw back at the Hard Deck, but it was weird that twice that night he had this weird feeling inside of him. It was like something was going on and he couldn’t control…and this something, somehow, reeked of Eric. The thought of her ex suddenly showing up - hell, even stalking her - wasn’t going well for him. In fact it made him so upset his frown was getting worse by the second.

He had murder in his eyes, if someone dared look his way it’d be obvious that they’d be absolutely burned alive by his gaze. He didn’t want to freak Beatrice out but he also didn’t want to leave her alone. There’s a soft touch on his hand, one that makes him turn his head towards her as she looked up at him, “What’s wrong?” she gently smoothes the crinkle between his brows “You okay?”

Bradley blinks down at her, then smiles, kissing the tip of her thumb, “I’m okay,gorgeous…just thought I saw something.” someone “No need to worry.”

“Mm, I can’t do that.” she says sweetly, “I always worry about you.”

“Oh you are going to make me blush like that.”

Beatrice’s cheeks turn red instead and she places her folded arms on his shoulders, propping her chin on top, “I do try my best.” she giggles, playing with the buttons on his vest for a little bit, “Do you want to get some drinks now? I can go with you.” 

As long as they stayed close he’d be more than fine with that.

“Sure,gorgeous.” he smirks, standing up with her following suit just in time for a sweaty Leonardo - dressed like Mario - and Cynthia - dressed like Peach - come back from the dance floor, “We’ll be right back, we’re going to get some drinks.”

“Okay!” Leonardo just flops on his seat, groaning in pain, “Have fun! I’ll stay here until I can feel my joints again.” Cynthia scoffs and gently slaps his arm but considering how Leonardo is pretty much melded into his seat it was easy to assume he didn’t feel anything.

Rooster keeps his hand on Beatrice’s, leading her forward and stepping partially in front of her as they walk through the crowd towards the colorful Halloween decorated bar. He allows Beatrice to stop against the counter, standing behind her like a large and powerful shadow, his arms wrapping around her waist as she speaks to the female bartender.

He looks around again, trying to convince himself that if this was someone they knew he’d see them looking again. He narrows his eyes, it was a bit hard to see with the colorful lights and decorations around them, plus the blur of people around made it difficult to find that specific guy within the crowd but he hasn’t looked away yet.

He had a feeling, and it was deep within his gut, that this Scream guy was no one else but Eric. He just knew.

He feels Beatrice turn around in his arms, holding a bright colorful drink towards him, “Look Roos!” she smiles, cupping the pumpkin shaped glass in her hands, “It’s a tiny pumpkin! Isn’t it absolutely adorable?”

Only that precious face could make his anger and worry disappear.

And she looked so enamored with the tiny pumpkin, like it was the cutest thing she had ever seen in her whole entire life, “It’s really cute,gorgeous.”

Beatrice smiles looking down at her tiny pumpkin, taking a few sips of the colorful drink before offering it to him. Rooster says he’s okay, all the while keeping his arms around her and his eyes surveying the room. Beatrice followed the way his eyes moved, trying to see what exactly he was seeing but all she could notice were the partygoers and nothing else. 

“Roos.” she tries again, the colorful straw leaving her lips, “What’s the matter? You are just…looking tense.”

Rooster flicks his gaze down at her, then back up, “Nothing,gorgeous. Just keeping an eye out, you never know about the people around you.” cue to a group of people dressed up as robbers - striped shirt and masks - walking past them in a conga line. Beatrice parts her lips but says nothing, instead she brings the straw back to her lips and just wonders what exactly was making him so uneasy.

Bradley was never like this, only when he knows something is off. Like when they first met Hannah, or with her cousins or with….Eric. A shudder ran up her spine at the thought of her ex…the chances of him showing up here are minimal,right? There was no way,no way at all he’d be here.

Right?

Beatrice tries to not show how her anxiety spiked, instead she grabbed her husband’s hand and took him back to their table where everyone else was…everyone plus one person, “Gui?” her brother’s massive frame - and lack of costume - were easy to spot in such a space like this, especially when he was sitting with his arms crossed in the middle and his eyes squinted because of the lights above.

Both her brothers offered her a sheepish smile and a shrug as they approached the table, and she had no time to ask him anything before Guillermo spoke, “You didn’t answer my message.”

She didn’t?

Oh.

She didn’t.

“I was busy.” she says, staying close to Rooster, “And…I-I forgot to reply,I’m sorry.”

“Hm.”

“It’s true.” she blinks at him, “What are you doing here exactly?”

Her brother stood, his stature towering over pretty much everyone - Rooster included - as he walked around the table to where they stood, “I wanted to talk to you.”

“Here? At this party?!”

“Yes.”

Beatrice groaned, leaning back against Rooster’s chest,knowing that either she deals with this now or she doesn’t. So she looks back at her husband, who smiles and kisses her temple, “Go on, I’ll be here waiting for you.” she gives him a thankful look, then another kiss to the lips as she waits for Guillermo to lead the way to the outside of the party. Rooster was holding her cute pumpkin drink, even taking a quick sip of it and making a face at how unbelievably strong it was - amazing how Beatrice showed no reaction when she drank it.

Their friends were all on the table and Rooster sat down between Michael and Leo, keeping the other seat vacant for Beatrice. He looks up again, trying to find that Scream mask guy but there’s nothing he can see. Maybe he should just stop worrying too much and focus on having fun that night with all of them, God knows they all needed it.

“Rooster, everything good?” Payback asks when the other pilot sits back down, looking to where his friend was staring by turning his torso, “Why you keep looking over there?”

“...I thought I saw someone.”

“Someone?” Phoenix asks, fixing her skull mask over her face, “Who?”

“I don’t know. It’s…just a feeling.’ he had no idea if telling that ‘hey maybe the person is Beatrice’s ex’ around her older brothers was a good idea…or maybe it was. Maybe he should say it. “Well…”

-

Meanwhile, Guillermo and Beatrice were outside,talking and letting out everything they had kept from the last time they actually spoke. Her oldest brother was amazingly listening this time, maybe he found out from the others what happened during that ‘meeting’ at the triplets’ house and just thought that maybe he was a bit wrong in his assumptions.

Beatrice was glad she didn’t cry, she was glad she kept her voice steady and eyes locked with Guillermo’s…something that she learned when she got together with Rooster. Rooster surely helped her with her confidence and lack thereof.

“I don’t like when we fight.” he says after a while, “Especially through the phone.”

“I mean…Gui, it’s…what happened, we had a fight. And you hurt my feelings.” again “So all I wanted was to let it all out with you,I couldn’t accept the old ‘they are family’ excuse when it came to the triplets anymore. Especially after their constant lying and humiliation, especially with me and their own mother.”

Guillermo makes a face, pursing his lips and then sighed, “I suppose so.” 

“You suppose so?” 

“Bea, this is hard for me.”

“Yeah, so was for me.” she says with a firm voice, then shakes her head, “Listen…I really want to have a good night with my friends and the guys and Cyn…I…I don’t want to be stressed,Gui. Please, let’s just…go with a final answer, okay? I accept your apology.” he looks up at her, “But don’t do that again, if you do that again it’ll be worse than it was.”

Guillermo stares at her in silence for a few seconds, then looks to the side as if to think, inhales and nods, “Okay.” he says, “I can do that.”

Thank God.

Beatrice feels a lot lighter than before, “Are you going to go back inside?” her brother looks to the doors with his brow raised, “They have non-alcoholic drinks too.” she had never seen her brother actually have fun at a party - besides her own wedding and even then he was still stiff as a board with only his wife moving his arms - so if he said yes it’d be a Halloween Miracle.

“Alright.” she probably appeared just as surprised as she felt because Guillermo just huffed out an unamused laugh, shaking his head, “I used to go to parties.”

“You did?”

“Yes, ask Sabrina.”

“Oh,I will.” She made a turn to walk back inside, looking over to the parking lot to find where the Bronco was parked - considering the amount of cars there were at this time after all - and she immediately stops because she sees it.

The electric blue corvette, parked between two black cars, under a flickering street light. There was no way that was Eric, there was no way that it was Eric and yet…yet something in her was sure of it. Oh God, was he following her? Was that what was going on? “Bea?” her brother calls and she has to fight back the way her head wants to snap at him and she knew she couldn’t tell Guillermo yet because…well…of all her brothers, Gui was the one who often voiced how he’d treat Eric if he saw him again.

“Sorry,I was checking where the car was.” she smiles, following him back inside “Oh, uh, can you tell the guys I’m going to the bathroom really quick?” her brother looks from her to where the bathrooms were just to check the distance, “I won’t be long.”

She needed to wash her face a bit.

He nods and Beatrice hurries through the crowd to the bathrooms, excusing herself so she wouldn’t hit anyone and immediately stepping inside with a deep sigh making its way out of her mouth. 

There was no way it was Eric and she tried to control her breathing the best she could, holding herself upright on the sink before she takes a look at her reflection. She looks fine, she is nervous but she looks fine. All she wanted was to have a good night with her friends and husband, nothing more than that and the fact that her ex’s car was right there was…worrisome.

So Beatrice takes in a deep breath, reminds herself that he’d never get close to her with everyone so close and makes her way out of the bathroom, “I’m fine.” she whispers to herself, Spooky Scary Skeletons pumping on the speakers, “Everything is fine.” she however bumps on someone’s chest since she’s busy looking at the ground “Oh,I’m so sorry-”

“Bea, hi.”

Oh no.

Eric was there, in front of her, with his Scream mask pulled up to his head and no other costume in sight. He looked…terrible,worse for wear and like he hadn’t slept in days. Beatrice could only look at him with wide eyes, then look past him in hopes to see their table but the crowd and the lights made it hard to see anyone, “There’s no hi,Eric. Excuse me.” she walks around him, only to feel his hand clasp her wrist, “What are you doing?”

“Bea, this whole game has been going on for too long.”

“What? What game?”

He laughs in disbelief, “Really? You and the mustached guy. You have been paying him so much to play as your boyfriend? How much? How much money? Is it just to make me upset because it’s working.”

What the fuck.

“Excuse me?”

“Bea,we are both adults, let’s talk like so.”

“No,” she tries to yank her hand away, “Let go off me!”

“I just need to talk-”

“I don’t want to!” she tries again, anger and frustration taking over, “Let me go,Eric!”

He was looking at her so strangely, like…like he couldn’t believe her, it was the first time he ever touched her like this and Beatrice didn’t know what to do! But when her ex opened his mouth to speak, he was cut off and right on time.

“Get your fuckin’ hands off my wife.”

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