#But when the reverse happens now he’s a bad boyfriend suddenly

[glitter50000]

Oh so when Alina wants more then to be by my side it’s all “girlboss!” and “yes queen!” and “you deserve more!” but when I, Malyen Oretsev-

[1nthedarknessofthenight]

﴾ out of the blue, part two.

pairing: ot8 x f!reader, part one

genre: one-shot, idol au, smut

word count: 14,5k

warnings: gangbang ⋆ unprotected sex ⋆ hair pulling ⋆ small choking ⋆ biting ⋆ marking ⋆ ass slapping ⋆ one!pussy slap ⋆ oral (m. and f. receiving) ⋆ fingering (f. receiving) ⋆ squirting ⋆ multiple!creampie ⋆ cum eating ⋆ rimming and fingering (f. receiving) ⋆ anal ⋆ boobjob! ⋆ double penetration! ⋆ cowgirl! and reverse cowgirl!position ⋆ doggy style! and ass up, face down!position ⋆ daddy kink (guess for who) ⋆ small boy and boy action—the guys are just really close but nothing happens

summary: after some much needed alone time with your boyfriend on his birthday, you somehow forgot about his friends coming over…

author’s note: y’all was hungry for part two so here it is and thank you all for the support!

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You were gasping for air, hands in your lap and legs tucked underneath you as you try to make yourself as small as possible. However there is no way you could hide from any of their eyes. This whole situation shouldn’t make you feel so excited, yearning for anything to happen. This was all your boyfriend’s idea, you thought, looking at his figure sitting on your loveseat, watching all of this so innocently but you could see right through him. He likes this idea as much as you do, well he wanted it first for some odd reason, you are just trying to pick up any self dignity left in you.

You sat on the couch with two of his friends, you at the corner, trying to conceal yourself. Your eyes catch the hard eyes of the leader of the band, face scrunched up into an expression you know he does if truly impressed. It makes you pick up the tulle of your babydoll, keeping your hands occupied as you suddenly feel something shift beside you. The room is quiet, awfully so, everyone waiting for someone to pick up the conversation and it was no other than the cute guy with puffy cheeks and pouty lips.

You turn your head to him. He sits next to you, though now closer, moving slowly like he is being careful not to scare you away. Is it bad you want your boyfriend’s friends to fuck you? “You look pretty.” Han says, looking at your face but his eyes keep glancing down at your push up bra. Your breath hitches as his hand slowly comes to your breast, stopping to caress only with his finger the lace of your bra. You swear you could feel his touch burning you.

“We don’t have to do this, Y/N.” Spoke up Chan, making you snap your head into his direction. He out of everyone looks slightly less deranged from this situation, in exception the youngest doesn’t even want to look at you. “We can pretend like this never happened. We already talked about it–“

“You talked about this?” You breathe out in small shock, eyes wide. The hand hovering over your breast suddenly comes to your thigh, squeezing it. You glance back at Han, heart pumping wildly. His whole demeanor seem to change as the only thing on his mind is your skin against his.

Licking his pretty, pink lips, he looks up with a small cheeky smile on his lips. “We did. Everyone would really like to make this whole fantasy come true.”

“Don’t act so innocent now, Y/N.” Says Seungmin. “We heard how much you like this idea.”

Your lips are pressed against each other into a thin line, head hanging low. How could you not when your boyfriend was giving it to you all so good and then talked about his equally handsome friends joying you two. A finger raises your head back up by your chin, making you look into the dark eyes of one of his friends. You almost sigh in annoyance at his unmoving hand on your thigh. “Do you like it, Y/N?”

Shivering, you close your eyes for a moment, before opening them again. This isn’t a dream, this is literally your dirtiest fantasy come true. You always wanted to be tossed around, used and fucked dumb that the only thing on your mind is them. Everyone would kill to be in your position right now. From dating one of the most desirable man right now, to be touched like this by his friends — to be fucked by all of them. You don’t know what makes Felix so horny about this from his point but he definitely likes it as much as you. Looking into his eyes you only see desire, almost pleading but he would never push you into something you wouldn’t like. Oh, but you love it. “Yes!” You say, leaning over to get closer to Han. Your voice is raspy as your mind is overfilling with dirty thoughts. “Fuck, I love it..please fuck me, all of you.”

Your hands fly to his shirt, crunching it up in your fists. Han breathes out shakily, eyes shining in the setting sun, peaking out of the window. He grabs your forearms tightly, making your boobs push flush together. “Damn, love. You sure know how to use the proper words…” Exclaims Minho, voice on an edge, he was slightly shock by your sudden boldness.

Heart beats wildly inside your chest, looking into the eyes of your boyfriend’s friend, faces so close but you still had to make sure… “Can I Felix?” You mumble, tightening your grip on the shirt, while glancing at your boyfriend.

His eyes were wide, licking his lips at the sight before him. “I think he wants this more than you do.” Teases Changbin, glancing at your boyfriend’s obvious bulge. Some of them laugh at the words but your attention is only on Felix who wipes his sweaty palms onto his sweatpants.

He watches his close friend leaning over your body, lips dangerously close to the pulse point on your neck. He can’t miss the twinkle in his eyes and the way he grips your arms closer to his slightly exposed chest. Felix slowly nods his head, sealing the deal. The answer fills the heavy air and you sigh out as Han in front of you finally presses his lips onto your neck.

He firstly kisses the skin softly, testing if you don’t mind but you only pull him closer at that. You feel light headed from the way his kisses become progressively more rough. He, for a moment stops, turning his head to look you in your eyes, pulling your hands away from his shirt. Words weren’t exchange but you understood immediately, loosening your grip on the material and he on the other hand does something different. His hold travels over your arms to your wrist, awaking goosebumps all over your body. His movements stop there, pressing your wrist together, before pulling your arms above your head.

You gasp out as he slowly makes you fall back onto the couch, pressing your arms by your wrists on the headrest. It’s been a long time since you felt so helpless under someone, it makes a different kind of emotions run through you. You never felt cornered or intimidated by Han, he was always so sweet to you and in some way he reminded you of your boyfriend. The two were always sweet, bright smiles all over their faces but you should’ve known better. Even by dating Felix for a while now, he still surprised you by his dominance sometimes but you never guessed Han to be the same. He towers over you now, hips dangerously close to yours as he kneeled between your open legs. God, you have to buy some new panties.

He lowers himself closer to you, chests pressing together and both of you sighing. You could feel his well made muscles on your chest and he could definitely feel your hard nipples poking him through the layers of clothing. Your mouth opens in silent gasp as his knee grazes over your crotch and he uses your surprise by pressing his lips to yours. There are pillowy, you could taste his cherry chapstick on them, making you moan on his tongue that grazed over your teeth. It feels so dirty and wrong to kiss someone other than your boyfriend and literally infront of him but you now know that this could basically make him cum in his pants, like he did the first time he ate you out.

You are right however by your statement that Han is in some way similar to your boyfriend. The boy was whimpering like crazy, whining with you as he made you roll your hips onto his knee. You are dizzy from his touch, completely at his mercy, enjoying the fact that he could do whatever he desires with your body — all of them. You must be fucked in the head, already leaking onto his jeans but as your head rolls to the side, your eyes open. The guys are chewing on their lips, Hyunjin already palming himself slightly to relief some tension, even Jeongin now couldn’t help but glance at you.

Changbin tsks, just as Han starts to again lick at your neck. “Who said you could go first?” He says, raising up to his feet. He looks so good like this, eyes staring at you from above and the way his shirt clinged onto his chest and arms, made your pussy clench around nothing.

The boy for a second pulls away from you, only pressing his face onto your collarbones. “Who said I couldn’t?” He fires back, pulling himself up to his knees to look at you, still holding your hands over your head.

You glance back at the other who now leans over you, caging you to the couch with one of his hands on the cushion. The way his muscles jump at the stretch, makes your face flush with heat. You, one night once shared your adoration about his muscles with your boyfriend who also has a small thing for them. “You won’t mind us sharing, right?” You open your mouth to say your answer but a chocked cough echoes in the room, making you all look to that direction.

“Before we do anything, we should probably talk about safe words first.” Says Chan, like the good leader he is but you could see the way his face is deeply flushed even from here. “What’s your safe word, babygirl?”

You visible shiver at the nickname and his voice that dropped in tone. Hands come to you thighs caressing you, for a moment you forgot to answer, looking down and seeing two sets of hands at each one of your legs. “The traffic light…” Your voice is almost too quiet because how can you talk when two beautiful men are touching your sensitive thighs? You hope that none of the comes across that one sensitive spot…

“Use it if you need it, we can stop anytime you want…you understand?” You nearly again missed his question, watching Han as he kisses the inside of your right knee while Changbin’s hand travels teasingly up and down your leg. You, for a second meet Minho’s eyes from behind Han’s head.

“Yes…” You whimper, biting your bottom lip at the embarrassing sound, closing your eyes. A thumb touches your lip before you could bite at it even more, making you look into the dark eyes of the man. Changbin experimentally, after you release your lip from the cages of your teeth, trails his thumb over the inside of your mouth. If you had a mirror, you’d be blushing at your already messy state, lifting your hand to take the thumb inside your mouth.

“Tell me the words.” Orders the leader, voice cracking at the end, like in a groan. The hands around your wrists loosen, but you still had them there, hearing a small ’good girl’ from the corner of the room. Next you feel kisses on your knee again, watching as Han slowly makes his way lower and lower while making an so intense eye contact that you almost whimper again.

The thumb in your mouth goes deeper, pressing on your tongue, you could feel the saltiness of his skin or was it your pathetic tears you were tasting? Changbin’s eyes are peaking at you from behind his disheveled hair, chest heaving up and down wildly. You at the moment remembered that you still have to answer as the kisses aren’t traveling far enough for you nor the boy who isn’t touching you no more. “Green for keep going, y-yellow to slow down–“ You squeal slightly when Han touches you with his hand right where your thigh meets your pubic bone. No way he already found it. “–and red to stop.” You finish, eyes wide at those watching you from beneath. You don’t like the smirk on his face.

“Good girl.”

You gasp around the thumb in your mouth, drooling slightly. “Careful sweetheart, Channie here has a daddy kink.”

“I do not!” Defends Chan himself by the remark made by Minho. You however feel your pussy thighten around nothing for some reason at this small information. You have seen a video of Chan calling himself daddy as a joke but you don’t think he was joking at all. And you can’t say that he didn’t look like one.

“What’s your color, sweetheart?” Says Changbin, ignoring the bickering as the prettiest girl is right under him.

You look up at him, eyes glassy. How is this even a question? “Green.” You say, voice mumbled by his thumb pressing down on your tongue. The two men smile at your words and finally Changbin switches his thumb with his own tongue.

You groan at his taste and you couldn’t help but to pull your hands from behind your head to run through his curls. The skirt of your babydoll is lifted up to your soft tummy, fingers traveling over your skin while you make out with another of your boyfriend’s friends. A loud gasp comes from your mouth, pulling away from Changbin as you feel Han sucking right at your spot. Your hips jump wildly, in shock from how one of your sensitive spots is so roughly stimulated. It tickles slightly and Han couldn’t help but laugh at how much you are sensitive there. He didn’t expect that it would be that much. His laugh vibrates on your skin, it is so embarrassing how wet you are getting, you could feel your wetness pooling under you. “Sensitive there, huh?” Joins Changbin, mumbling the words against your gaping mouth.

The way Han’s fingers are pressing tightly on your hips, trying to keep them from moving while basically making out with your sweet spot is almost enough to make you cum. His mouth is so close to your pussy, basically feeling it on you from how his saliva mixes with your arousal and damping even more the lace of your underwear. When he suddenly bites down on the spot, his teeth dangerously tugging at the edge of your panties you whine out. “Please!”

Changbin looks at you with mock confusion, Minho peaking from behind the other and cooing at your words. “You have to ask for what you want, pretty or nothing.” His eyes go to the strap of your outfit that slides down your shoulder and he couldn’t help but marvel over your tits.

You bang your head down on the couch, hips raising desperately as Han only bites you more at your desperate movements. There definitely is going to be a spot after but you didn’t talk about marking, so you won’t say anything against it. “Please…” You try again, eyes filling with small tears. You feel so little at the thought of begging in this room filled with men waiting for their own turn to fuck you. You raise your head to look down at Han who for a second stops his sucking at your sensitive skin. “-need your mouth.”

“Where?” He smirks, making you whine, head rolling away to possible hide from the watchful eyes. Changbin doesn’t like your lack of answer as well as his companion, grabbing you roughly by the chin to make you look back at him.

“I thought you would be good to us.”

“I am!”

“No…” He says, clicking his tongue, other hand traveling down to the bottom of your skirt, only pulling it up more. “Be good and tell us what you want.”

You close your eyes for a moment but your self respect already left the room minutes ago, the moment they saw you. “Please, Han-“ The man looks at you in expectation. “Eat my pussy, please, I need you so bad.”

He groans at your words, eyes rolling back and pulling at the material of your underwear in hurry. The hand on your chin maneuvers you to its owner, his tongue fucking your mouth messily. You raise your hips, helping the other to remove the necessary piece of clothing. As the cold air hit your folds, you realize that you’re exposed to someone completely new but however before you could completely cross your legs, Han manhandles you, making your hips momentarily lift from the couch. You yelp as he lifts your bottom half before bending it so your legs are up, your whole pussy on display for the whole room.

His hands hold your legs up by the bottom of your thighs and your mind goes completely blank as his wet, hot tongue laps a straight, long line through your folds. Gasping out, your hand grasps the shoulder of his friend who pulls away from you to have a look at how much of a mess you are. Han eats you out like starved, saliva everywhere, tongue lazily licking you all up and juices dripping down your legs. You whine, whimper, noises so filthy that they made you embarrassed but your reaction only made the boy go faster, eyes shining with his own tears of pleasure.

Minho as everyone else couldn’t help but to stare at you with longing. His friend is so lucky, pussy as pretty as your pleasured face and the sounds? He has to lean over the body of his friend who is now sucking at your cute, little clit to have a better look. His body presses against his, hand running up his back and to the the back of his neck, before it pulls at his head. Han face is completely red, face completely covered in you and the only thing he could smell are your sweet juices. “Don’t be selfish, Hannie…tell us how she tastes.” The second oldest says, hand still at his hair, making his head fall back in delight.

“So fucking good, hyung.” He says, grinning wildly at his friend. “You have to taste her…”

Minho humms at his words, before shocking you as he swipes his finger on Han’s lips before putting into his mouth. You curse silently at the sight but it still reaches his ears, making him smirk down at you both. “Hmm, you are right—she does taste so fucking good–“ He groans, tilting his head at you. “Wonder what her own mouth can do…Changbin, would you mind testing for us?” He smacks his lips again at your tangy taste.

Your eyes travel to the named man who plays with your bottom lip. “How is she with her mouth, Yongbok?”

Everyone turns to him, you also. Felix wakes up from his trance as his friends and girlfriend look at him suddenly. You wanted to ask him if he is all good but deep down you just know — know that he is getting off to this. “What?” He asks, voice tiny, Seungmin and Hyunjin snicker at his reaction.

“Is she good with her mouth?”

Looking at his best friend he glances back at you, giving you a small smile. “The best.” The blonde says proudly, making you flush as all of them answer in series of sighs, ‘aaaa’ and ‘ohhh’.

Changbin turns back at you, slowly standing up and to your delight his crotch perfectly hovered over your face. “Want you…” You say, words falling from mind out of your mouth before you could think them over. Your words seem to surprise him for moment as well as your hands on his upper thighs, nails piercing the material of his black jeans. The look on his face told you that he has zero patience left in him and same goes for you, pulling his tight shirt up his stomach. Your mouth waters at his soft yet defined tummy, fingers helping him unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants.

His cock hits your chin before you could even take a good look at him and when you do your mouth opens with no words coming out. He was thicker than your boyfriend and you couldn’t help but imagine how he would feel stretching you out. You however still have in your mind that your boyfriend is perfect for you and you will always stand by it. You moan loudly as Minho suddenly pulls Han’s head back into your pussy, Changbin taking your surprise by shoving his tip into your mouth.

He tasted sweet, tip so thick and flushed that it almost looked like it hurts but you are already swallowing it all down. He groans as you took him deeper as well as you could while you are being eaten out. “Fuuck, isn’t she pretty?” The man before you rasps out, head rolling back as your tongue flicker over the prominent vein on his dick.

“The prettiest.”

You don’t even know who said that as you are pretty occupied at the moment. You choke around him as you take him deeper into your mouth, drool already rolling down your chin. The whole room was filled with nasty, wet sounds of your cunt and your mouth trying to take down the biggest dick you probably had. Han doesn’t seem to want to breathe, you don’t wonder why Minho has his fingers still in his hair, pulling his head up to let him take a breath while it only edges you further. You think you were close almost three times so far and the way Minho who quickly picked up on your expressions of frustration did it only to tease you more, makes you want to cry. He is evil but he knows, it will only make you cum harder.

You moan around the cock in your mouth, slurping it all up as it hits the back of your throat. Gagging, Changbin pulls you away to let you breathe, gulping in air but it is hard as the mouth on your pussy only licks more into you. Han pulls away slightly to stretch your lips apart by his fingers before sticking his whole tongue inside your tight hole. You almost scream at the feeling, you have never been fucked by someone’s tongue this way and it set the inside of your tummy on fire. “I cuuuming—“ You whine out, eyes squeezing shut, legs shaking wildly, still being held up. It hurt so bad but also so good…

“So soon?” Teases the cat like man, already seeing how he would make his friend pull away from you. It made you cry out.

“Please, let me cum—I’ve been good!”

Minho who wasn’t even doing much to you seems to be the one controlling your whole body. “Don’t ask me.” He surprises you, making you look at him just as he gestures to the man eating your pussy.

You feel yourself hanging right on the edge, hand caresses the side of your head, making it tilt to the direction for everyone to see. “Please, Hannie, I’m so close, let me cum, please, please–“ He doesn’t answer too busy fucking his tongue inside your hole and you are thankful as you are almost tasting your sweet release. When his thumb circle your puffy, red clit you immediately fall apart on his tongue, hand shooting to grab at his hair, right on top his friend’s.

You see black spots behind your eyes that roll back inside your head, body arching off the couch. Even after cumming Han doesn’t stop, only going harder and after already three orgasms in one day, it makes your whole body shake. “No more!” You plead, surprising yourself by pulling him away from you, clit twitching even after not being touched anymore. Both of you try to catch your breath from your earth shattering orgasm. Curses after curses flying out of everyone’s mouth because of how amazing you just looked cumming. Your boyfriend is so lucky to have a girl like you.

Your eyes open again, sticking together a little by your mascara running down your cheeks and you at the moment realize you still had big, now leaking cock before your face. You don’t know if it was the orgasm but something made you want even more. You want to taste everyone. Know how each one of them fucks and looks while cumming only for you. You surprise the man before you with pulling him by his hips to swallow his whole cock. He gasps in pleasure and amazement at you taking his whole cock down your throat, thank god your throat was already used enough for you to do that.

“Fuck, I need to fuck you.” Moans Han, you in response humming around his friend’s cock. Your hand grabs Changbin’s, him letting you lace it though your hair and you completely still at that.

“You want me to fuck your mouth?” You nod but that wasn’t enough for him.

Your eyes flicker to Han who pulls down his t-shirt over his head, for a second looking dumbly at his slim waist and defined muscles while a string of saliva connects you to Changbin. “Fuck my mouth.” You repeat as the other pulls down his pants slightly before stopping.

“Does anybody have a condom?”

“No!” You answer too quickly, everyone looking at you with wide eyes. You don’t usually let anyone go raw, even before meeting your amazing boyfriend you have never let anyone but you trusted them and you even think that some maybe have also never done it. Sex or going raw? Probably both. “We don’t have to…” You try to reason a little, meeting the eyes of your boyfriend who looked anything but against it. Gosh, he is so dirty, it’s sinful…

“Fuck, you are going to let me fuck you raw?” Asks Han who rubs the skin of your thighs, warming them up with his touch. His eyes are wide in excitement, pants low enough to make you get a glimpse of the base of his cock, small hairs on his pubic bone. You nod with a small smile, making him pull his dick out and as his whole body, he is beautiful. Long enough to hit the most sensitive spots and curved perfectly at the tip.

“Do your hear that Felix? You gonna let him fuck your girlfriend raw?” Spoke up Seungmin, eyes wild just as his blonde hair.

“Whatever my baby wants.”

You whimper at his words, eyes looking into his before you feel the tip of Han’s cock entering you as well as Changbin raising your head to take him again in your mouth. “Color?” Asks the man between your legs, skin glistening under the light.

“Green.” You murmur around the cock in your mouth and he at that pushes himself inside you fully. If he didn’t hear you and Felix fucking or if didn’t eat you out like starved, he might have preped you a little but you are a big girl. You’re going to take it all.

Your ears ring, completely deaf and oblivious of your loud moans of pleasure as Han snaps his hips into yours. The way the hair at the top of his cock grinds over your used clit, makes you only gush more around him. You could feel every vein on him, tip kissing just at you cervix while you try so desperately to keep up with the other cock in your mouth. You just lay there under them, Changbin using your mouth as he pleases, hissing every time you swallow around him. “You feel so fucking good–holy shit!-“ Han looks and sounds already spend, gasping every time your gummy walls would clench around him. He falls over you, hands balancing himself only by your tits that he grabs at.

“I don’t think I will last–“ He laughs, slightly in embarrassment but you only encourage him by gripping at the hand playing with your sensitive nipple. “Fuck where do you want me?”

You are at that pulled away abruptly from the the cock in your mouth that you feel twitching on your cheek. “Wherever you want…” You rasp out, eyes hooded.

He whimpers quietly only for your ears as others only hear the sound of skin slapping. He looks slightly in panic, not knowing where to cum, it was cute if he wouldn’t be fucking you so hard. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum on your tits-“ You nod in agreement, him straightening his back to pull the top of your bra down, making your tits spill out, nipples hardening even more from the cold air.

His hips shutter, pulling out quickly but some of his cum still lands on your cunt. Changbin lets you shuffle down a little for his friend to completely cover you in his cum. The warm liquid drips over your tits, pooling into your cleavage and it was so lot of it that even he has to gasp at the sight. “Holy fucking–“ He doesn’t let himself finish before lowering his head to take your left nipple into his mouth.

You gasp at his teeth grazing it and at the way how dirty this feels, seeing him suck his release from your skin. To your displeasure he is again pulled away by Minho who makes room for Changbin to grab you by your hips and pull you down the couch, so your whole ass is hanging from the couch. However he holds you tightly in his arms by your hips and before you could talk he slides inside you till he hits your cervix.

You don’t even say anything, only gasping in short breaths at his immediate fast pace. He stretched you out, the slight sting only making you more crazy in the head. Your hands grap roughly at the cushion behind your head, gripping for dear life to try and find some sanity left in you. You could feel him twitching already inside of you because your mouth is too good not to blow right away, he really held himself together till now, just so he could feel you clamping down on him. How are going to take all of them, you don’t know but you just have to — you need it.

“Gonna cum inside, yeah?” He announces, you only grasping at his shirt that keeps riding up his stomach. You can’t help but put your legs around his hips, pulling him closer if that’s even possible and to your surprise you do but it also makes him go deeper. His left hand wraps around your middle while the other grabs your chin to pull you into a kiss.

You both gasp as his hips snap into you so roughly you knock your head into the back of the couch, feeling him empty himself inside of you. The fact his cum is probably now mixing with your boyfriend’s makes you break out in a sob. As he puts your bottom half back on the couch, he pulls out of you slowly, his cum immediately leaking out of you. “Fuck me.” Someone speaks up, your glassy eyes only meeting with Felix’s, hand squeezing his still covered cock.

You catch your breath, well you try to, sitting up next to the guys who almost now sat on top of each other. Your hair sticks to your forehand, making you wipe the substance off when Han already back at least in his boxers tilts his head at you. “But you didn’t say I could…” You are confused, mind still hazy but thankfully there is someone who answers for you.

“She asked you, idiot.” Says Seungmin, walking up to you slowly, making you gulp as he comes to grab your chin. “Your bad, maybe next time buddy.” You hate how you only got more excited by his words, also having a feeling that this definitely isn’t the last time you will let them use you.

Minho gestures for the boy next to him to move, him doing just that as you know are between him and Seungmin. As you calm down your racing heart you realize your tits are out as also your whole bottom half visible for anyone. You bashfully cross your arms, eyes everywhere but the two of them but you only meet eyes with Chan who already has his own on where your hands were. You somehow forgot about the others as you were literally just fucked into the couch.

Soft touch at your arms around your breasts as well as on your crossed legs, makes your body relax a little. You look at your right at Seungmin who held a surprising softness in his eyes. They are all so sweet to you…”Do you want to keep going?” You nod at his words, mirroring the smile on his face. “Color?”

“So fucking green.”

Minho laughs shortly, you turning to him to catch just in time his gorgeous smile. It makes you feel blessed. “Good because we are not going to be so gentle with you.” You wonder how because what happened just a moment was already enough but you couldn’t help but yearn for more.

He doesn’t see any signs of you backing out and he has to say you’re a little slutty for being already horny again, waiting for new people to pleasure your body. Minho leans to lick your bottom lip, you gasping at the contact as your head is pulled back to give room for the other to kiss down your neck. Minho bites your bottom lip, enjoying your little sighs. He keeps doing that and without you even knowing, pulling away your arms from your chest. You only notice it by the cold air hitting your cum covered nipples.

Seungmin blew cold air at your sticky skin, goosebumps appearing on your body before putting his mouth back at the same spot. He sucks at the skin where your neck meets your ear before biting down for the sole purpose to create a hickey. You gasp at his boldness and him using your surprise to trail his hand down to cup your dripping center. Two people on you, pleasuring you with their mouths is a little much but also not enough at the same time. You want them to consume you whole and then spit you out like the slut you are.

Minho pulls away from your mouth, eyes twinkling with mischief. “What do you say Seungmin? Should we bend her over the couch?”

The named man looks at his friend, mockingly thinking. “The slut doesn’t deserve the comfort-“ He looks at you while saying that dirty name but you only look back at him with longing. No one called you that before and in any other situation with someone other than your boyfriend or his friends you wouldn’t like that but you now feel like him calling you that is quite fitting — because you do feel like one.

“You’re quite right.” Smirks the man with red hair, staring at you like you were something filthy to look at. “Get on the floor.” Your mouth hangs open. “Now.”

Slowly and clumsily you let yourself slide down the couch till your knees hit the carpet. You look up from there to the other side of the couch, now closer to you than before. How Hyunjin and Chan are staring down at you, makes you shake with exception because you couldn’t wait for them to have their turn. Your eyes look at the youngest who sits next to Changbin, under his legs the cute boy with puffy cheeks. You are slightly concern as because Jeongin simply doesn’t want to meet your eyes, big hands palming his baggy jeans but you know that if he wouldn’t want to be here, the others would’ve already do something about it.

Your staring is interrupted as someone’s hands push you down on to your hands, pulling your ass immediately back to them. Turning around you of course see the older one needing the flesh of your ass. You watch him pull his shirt between his teeth and you at that feel his cock leakage on your ass cheek. You would do anything to see him right now as well as also his body, knowing about the little scar on his stomach and you feel your heart in someway skip a beat because he is now showing it freely and comfortably.

Your head is turned back around, gasping as Seungmin already pulled himself out of his pants. He was so long and veiny, you wonder how you’re going to take him all into your mouth, already feeling your jaw hurting at the sight. You think back at how they talked about how rough they will be with you and when Minho suddenly slides his whole dick inside of you, you think you’re going to black out by the end of it.

Your whine breaks into groan as the older snaps his hips back before burring himself back inside of you with roughness you have never felt before. Your lips touch the tip of Seungmin’s cock, smearing his precum over your lips, like your own personal brand of lipgloss. Your tongue pokes out to lick away the salty liquid, before rolling out of your mouth to let him grind his tip all over your tongue. He groans at the sight and how your eyes are barely open from his friend’s movements. He really does have the dancer hips.

When you teasingly with the tip of your tongue poke at the underside of his cockhead, he grabbed you by your hair to finally bury himself into your mouth. You don’t even gag anymore, throat completely relaxed for his cock but you can’t say the same about your cunt that keeps clenching around Minho. He bites down hard at the material between his teeth, already soaked in his saliva before letting it fall from his mouth to speak up. “Has anyone ever fucked you here?”

His words are followed by the feeling of his thumb at the rim of your ass, waking you up from your fucked out state. You don’t move for a second, letting his thumb circle over the hole that is already wet from your leaking slick. When you however suddenly feel his thumb breaching the tight rim of muscles, you tap hurriedly at Seungmin’s thigh who pulls you from him by your hair.

Your vision is a bit blurry when looking back at the man who stopped all of his movements. “I-I-“ You try to gulp for air, shaking your head wildly in embarrassment, not meeting anyone’s eyes. A sudden slap rings around the room, you yelping from the harsh sting given by the man behind you.

“W-what, s-sweatheart?” He mocks. He already sees through you. He knows that you’re not feeling uncomfortable or anything as he could feel your wetness drip from where you two are connected.

“I’m prepped!” You exclaim, heat raising all over your body, looking at Felix from beneath your hair. “…I know how much you wanted to try it–“

Everyone gasps in amazement from your confession, the hands on your ass only holding at the meat of it tighter. “Fuck you heard that Yongbok?” Breaths out his hyung, leaning over you, pressing his chest against your back while his thumb is back at your ass. “Would you mind if I fucked her there before you?”

The blonde’s eyes widened, he wants so badly to be the first one but something about seeing his hyung do that made him even harder. “We don’t have lube…” Is the only thing he says, making you gasp. Is this really happening?

“With a leaking cunt like that? He won’t be needing any-“ Snickers Seungmin.

Then you whine in the lost of contact as Minho suddenly pulls himself out of you. “Fuck!” You cry out loudly as his next action knocks you down to your face. He spread your cheeks apart before licking along stripe from your pussy to your ass, circling his muscle there at the rim.

You shove your head into your arms, gasping for air as he ate you out from the back. This position and situation made you feel so little, sobbing into your arms at the foreign stimulation. A finger presses inside of you slightly, the tight muscles rejecting it. “Color?”

You don’t answer because you don’t know how. Do you want to keep going or stop? There really is no between at the moment. The heavy air in the room is quiet other than your small whimpers. You are pulled up to rest on your knees, Minho tilting your head to look at him. “If you don’t want to, you can say no. No one is pressuring you.” His tone is soft both hands resting on your tummy.

“I want to…” You trail off, trying to look away, slightly anxious but he doesn’t let you. You look in to his eyes, you always liked them, they seem to shine like two little pearls. “I’m just nervous, I’ve never done it before.” And there are many things you haven’t done before till now, it kind of seems a lot on your mind but your heart only wants more.

“I will be gentle, I promise.” He kisses you shortly, you melting at this side of him. “You are safe in this room, you can relax, nothing is going to happen to you.”

You become shy at his sweet words and the genuineness in his voice. Your head rolls down his shoulder, hiding in the collar of his shirt. “Okay.”

His next kiss is on your forehead, making you look up at him with big eyes before another one lands on your nose. You can’t help but smile softly, feeling his hands traveling down under the skirt of your babydoll. You are surprised that it is still intact at this point. His rough fingertips graze over your sensitive folds while the other stops at the side of your clit while his lips make a trail of kisses on your shoulder. Your eyes close, body slumping against his as his left hand plays with your clit, careful enough to not put much pressure on it. His other seems to only play with your wetness, scooping it up before he pulls his hand back to only press it at your virgin hole.

You don’t feel your body repulsing this foreign touch, only welcoming it as the finger slowly dips inside of you, you melting at the pleasure from your stimulated bundle of nerves. You hear a small curse behind you, the man mumbling into your skin. “Is she tight, hyung?” Asks Seungmin who now sat on the couch behind you, lazily stroking himself.

“Yeah–“ He groans at your moan as his other finger joins the first. His hand leaves your pussy to fondle your breast and you sigh again relief of finally getting some stimulation there. His thumb and forefinger twist your nipple just right, hips rolling back on his fingers. Every passing moment makes you hungry for more, bouncing yourself slightly on his digits. “That didn’t take long–“ He teases, already back to his cheeky self.

Your hole is left gaping open as he withdraws from you and you are already whining in annoyance, turning around to look at him, only seeing him stand up to his feet. You finally take a small glimpse at his manhood, hanging heavily between his legs. “Aren’t you forgetting someone?” Your eyes widened, glancing at Seungmin who caught your oogling.

He gestures with his hand to come sit on top of him where he lays on the couch. You decided it is far easier just to crawl over to him, knowing your shaky legs would immediately gave up on you. A low hiss comes from Chan’s lips from the beautiful view, he already has a idea about which position he wants you in and he definitely isn’t the only one as the long haired man next to him furrows his eyebrows.

You crawl up the couch, legs on each side of the blonde’s hips, gasping at the way he looks underneath you. You are shoved into his chest by the older, chest pressed against Seungmin’s, his tip just at your entrance. You moan in relief as his long cock enters you, immediately clenching down on him when you again feel fingers at your other hole. The one under you starts to bounce you back and forth on him, every time you would go back it only makes the fingers go deeper inside your ass.

It so good but so much, you have never felt so full till you feel Minho replace his fingers with his cock. “Relax for us, kitty–“ His hand pushes your lower back down, making you arch more for him. Your heart beats so fast you could feel it in your throat.

Cursing your head rolls back as he pushes in slowly, rubbing soft circles on your clit. Seungmin stopped all together to let you get used to being drilled by two cocks at the same time. The stretch is big but thanks to Minho prepping you, it doesn’t hurt as much, only you feel slightly uncomfortable by the fullness. Now you feel full, completely stuffed to the brim as the older buries himself inside you till his pubic bone is flush against your cheeks. The two of them groan as they could feel each other through the thin layer of your insides.

How are you still conscious is a mystery but you couldn’t simply let yourself miss the feeling of them finally moving. Seungmin pushes you down on his cock like his own personal fleshlight, Minho snapping himself back into your tight ass creating a mind blowing rhythm. “Wait isn’t this too much for her?” Gasps out your boyfriend, eyes wide set on where you are being stuffed.

“Is it?” Wonders Seungmin, raising your head from his chest to show everyone your tears of pleasure.

“No! Keep going pleaseee–“ They can’t stop when you’re feeling like this but to your delight they could never possibly stop as this is even for them the most pleasure they have ever felt in their life.

Your breath is knock out of you every time either of them buries themselves in to you and you can’t help your hips from bouncing off their cocks. Seungmin lets you move on your own, biting his lip at the way you sigh into his mouth. Minho also is completely mesmerized by your smooth moves, eyes set on the way your ass recoils on him. You have no clue about how much you have them all wrapped around your little finger.

A drool drips down your chin, wetting Seungmin’s shirt and some even lands on his own lips but your mouth doesn’t hang open for to long as he shoves his two fingers into it. Moan vibrates your tongue that is pressed down by his long fingers. You probably look so messy right now but you don’t care at all as the inside of your tummy is basically on fire. You rarely cum without your clit being stimulate, it always feels weird and you were too scared to let go. You whine out, so close to your peak but yearning for the extra touch. Your eyes open, landing on your boyfriend still in the loveseat. “Lixie, I gonna cuuum–“ You sound desperate and he knows by the tone of your voice that you even by being fucked by two men at the same time, you need something on your precious, puffy, little clit

A hand on your hair, tugging you up, makes you squeal. “Don’t look at him, you slut–“

“–look at us when we are gonna make you cum.” Finishes the man under you, his own voice at edge and you could also feel the one behind you shaking in his nearing orgasm.

Fuck, you can’t take this anymore…you’ve become completely dumb on their cocks. “Please!” They don’t ask what to your surprise because they are themselves right at the edge and also they don’t even need to ask because they just know and then a nasty slap lands on your pussy. The sound echoes through the room, ringing in your ears as you finally fall apart.

The first one to cum after you is Minho, already edging himself multiple of times but nobody has to know that. Your tight hole is just as good as your gushing cunt. He cums into you, not even asking for permission because he just knows that’s what you want the most. Soon after that is Seungmin the one cumming, small cry leaving him as his legs slightly shake when he raises his hips into you.

You three stay there, totally spend and you can’t help the drunk, smile falling over your bitten lips. The older pull his softening cock out of you cursing as his release mixes with his friend’s who’s cock hangs down against your pussy. The fingers in your hanging open mouth also leaves you, only to travel down your body to scoop up the mixes of your releases and put them back into your mouth. “We don’t want to waste anything, do we?” He smirks, only to moan with you as you suck on his fingers, making him pull you down to kiss you.

“Holy shit.” Is whispered, your eyes falling to Jeongin who quickly looks away from your sinful state.

The two men push themselves away from you, falling to the floor with their cocks still hanging out. You on the other hand fall face first into the couch, body completely filled with ecstasy. You could feel Minho’s cum falling down to your other hole, squeezing your legs together to possibly safe the already ruined cushion. The one thing which safes the material a little are fingers, the touch making you turn your head.

Your face forms into wanting as you meet Hyunjin’s eyes, painted softly with some eyeliner, making him even more beautiful. His long hair hangs over his eyes, pink, full lips licking away the substance on his fingers. You moan at that, clenching around nothing. The was so erotic, even Han is sighing in delight. “You look so good…” You flush under his burning stare, completely mesmerized by his beauty.

He looks at you like something out off this word, falling to his knees to take your head into his hands. “I wish to paint you like this.” If it’s even possible anymore, you become even more shy under his gaze. “But right now I only want to taste you–“

You gasp again, like the hundredth time in this day. You are suddenly rolled over onto your back, him pulling you down the couch so he could kneel before your cunt. You are surprised by his strength slightly but looking at his arms, you realize where he gets it from. You’re shocked that he wants to eat you out. Guys normally would be disgusted by the sight of someone else’s cum not to mention licking it all up after. Hyunjin however sees something so beautiful about this, you, a symbol of pleasure and being painted by someone’s else immense pleasure that only you are capable of giving.

He looks so pretty, it makes you shy about being so closely inspected by him. His eyes flicker to yours, glancing at you from beneath his eyelashes. He holds the eye contact even when licking a long stripe up your pussy. You are so sensitive there that you feel like you’re cumming again, legs shaking around his head. When you with using all of your last sanity look at others, you moan at their faces of shock and arousal.

You whimper, thinking and now seeing how they are all so comfortable together, it makes you feel safe. Felix is too but you could feel small jealousy radiating from him as he is glaring at his best friend devouring your pussy. The funny thing is that seeing Hyunjin being so invested in your scent, makes him twitch more. You must say you’re impressed that he is still clothed, though both hands squeezing himself to relief some of the tension.

“Come here, Innie–“ Says the long haired man, pulling from you for just a second before pushing his whole nose into you back again. If you thought Han was messy you are now proved wrong. Maybe it is becomes of waiting for so long for his own turn with you but the way you and his friends’ cum taste together makes his cock push painfully against his pants.

Jeongin jumps almost at the sound of his name, wide eyed. You watch him with your hooded eyes how he stands up with a shaky breath, stalking slowly to you. Does he not want you? You think it is perfectly fine if not but you still feel a small stab in your heart. Your hand shoots out to grab Hyunjin’s hair and making your wetness smear all over his face. He only moans in delight at the tug, sucking and slurping you all up.

Frowning, your head rolls to the side where the other sits down. His hands keep playing with the denim on his thighs, face flushed deep red. “What’s wrong?“ You asked quietly, he looks at you, jumping from your voice. You can’t make out his expression clearly but his eyes seem to keep glancing down when suddenly the man under you pulls away.

“Need your fingers–“ Whines out Hyunjin, smacking his lips and licking at them to get every last drop of you.

The words are meant for the quiet guy with ginger hair. He looks spooked slightly at his friend’s request but shuffles down nonetheless. The older of the bunch pulls his own fingers to your cunt but eyes are set dead on his close friend who almost drools at the sight.

“Watch.”

And the younger does exactly that for the first time in the now evening, stares at your body and at Hyunjin’s middle and ringfinger disappearing inside you. You mewl in oversensitivity, putting your manicured nails in your mouth and biting down on them. He moves his fingers slowly but still it is delicious, your stretched out cunt clamping on them as they reach the deepest parts of you. “Juuust like this–“ He exclaims, glancing at you before looking back at Jeongin who watches closely. “You want to make her fall apart, right?”

He at that glances at your face before stopping momentarily on your tits, nodding. He is pulled away from his racing thoughts when his friend grabs his hand. “Your turn…” Jeongin breathes out shakily, nodding away as Hyunjin pulls his hand to your hole.

You are not blind, you obviously have seen how long his fingers are. So slim and pretty, with veins and rings decorating them. When he finally touches you, he can’t help but let his lips part at how soft and wet you are. Circling your entrance, his friend couldn’t take it anymore for both of your sakes, wrapping his hand around his friend’s to make his fingers fill you up. Both of you gasp, you from you much longer they truly are and him at how your gummy walls sucked him right in.

They both let you get used to them before it is again Hyunjin who makes the next move. “Move your fingers like this…that’s right, back and forth–“ You can’t even imagine how long his cock must be when only his fingers are already kissing at your cervix. “–scissor them…” Jeongin’s eyes keep glancing between you and his friend’s fingers who held them up in the air for him to see what to do. He does a good job, he thinks, seeing your hooded eyes as he scissors his long fingers like said. “–to stretch her out….not like she needs it–“ Laughs Hyunjin as you only whimper in embarrassment. “–then you’re gonna curl them–“ A loud moan leaves you as Jeongin’s does that, legs shaking, feet digging into the couch. “…till you find her spot.”

The coppery blonde doesn’t take his eyes from where he is fucking you with his fingers. He hits the gummy spot dead on, pressing into it slightly, the older helping him to move his hand back and forth. “Faster–“ Hyunjin’s gasp mixes with yours, griping his friend’s hand tightly. “–don’t move the tips of your fingers away from the spot.” He orders, the younger one nodding.

Now on his own, he slides closer to you, face almost touching your pussy from how close he is. It makes your stomach flip from the way his big eyes, almost innocently watch how your juices are being pushed back inside of you. “I said faster.” Warns the other, not liking how Jeongin seem to go easy on you.

“I-I don’t want to hurt her…” Finally speaks up the youngest, voice small and fingers momentarily stilling in you.

Hyunjin scoffs. “She literally had two cocks rearranging her guts, there’s no way you could hurt her and she seems to only wait for you to go faster–“ His hand grasps his wrist, hold tight. “–so go fucking faster.” He growls, taking his surprise to pick up the pace of his fingers.

Your right leg falls from the couch, thankfully the older one catching it, wrapping it around his shoulder because you become a moaning mess. You don’t even think Hyunjin is now controlling the movements, his hand loosening around the other’s wrist. Jeongin surprises you by curling his fingers even more, pace so brutally fast that your wetness lands on his black shirt. The painter only gives you more pleasure when his free hand presses onto your lower stomach with a shit eating grin. You can’t help but to glance down at Jeongin who licks his lips at your intoxicating smell, his head on the inside of your thigh, nose almost touching your clit.

You keep gasping for air, feeling too much of everything right now. You don’t know what to do with your trembling body as his pace doesn’t seem to quiver even a little bit. He held his fingers curled, hooking into your spot as he suddenly only pushes there. He doesn’t even move them out of you, pushing nearly painfully into your spot. The palm on your tummy presses down more and you think you could feel the fingers in your throat. “Wait! It feels weird!–“ Something completely new starts to bubble inside you, uncontrollably shaking as you try to keep yourself up.

“Let it happened.”

You can’t fight it, so you do exactly that. For a moment you only see black before a wave of sheer pleasure washes over you that seems never stopping. In horror you watch yourself squirt all over Jeongin’s fingers, face and upper body, soaking even Hyunjin in it. You try to stop but you simply couldn’t. It was too good and you literally had no control over your body. Your juices squirt out of you again, leaking out with the mixed cum that was till now drilled deep inside of you. “Fuck stop!” You scream, tugging at your own hair.

The older has to shove the younger away from your squirting pussy. “Holy fuck, I knew it–“ Says Hyunjin to himself, hand around his friend’s shoulder while looking at your slowly calming down body. Jeongin can’t help but marvel over his own hand, tongue already licking off your wetness from his face. You feel like on cloud nine, you can’t even imagine how that must have looked to them. Crossing your legs, you try to sit up on your elbows.

Felix couldn’t believe what just happened as well as others, the raging jealousy however slowly dies down as he realizes something while you’re tugged down the couch by his best friend. Yes, he is mad that he was not the one to fuck your ass first and also never making you nor seeing you orgasm like that before but can he truly be mad? His friends showed him a new side of you and they only brought you pleasure so far, so there’s that.

“I can’t–“ You gasp, as you are placed between the legs of the sitting singer.

“You know what to say if you need us to stop.” Says Hyunjin into your ear, placing himself behind you. You shut up at that making him chuckle evily. “What a whore, don’t you agree, Jeongin?”

The named boy who has you on your knees before him looks challenged, not knowing what to answer. “Don’t act innocent, Innie–“ Spoke up, Minho, making you turn your head back at him, cooing at Han who is curled up to his side. “–you literally can’t keep your eyes off her tits.“

You tilt your head back up to look at him and to your surprise you do catch him staring at your tits that were still out of your bra, covered in slowly drying cum. “You like her tits, huh?” Says Hyunjin, pulling you back to his chest to give the younger a better look at them. “Can’t say I disagree but I thought you would be more of an ass guy…” Jeongin keeps quiet, eyes going now everywhere but you — oh…he is shy. And his friend is only trying to help him loosen up a little and have some fun.

You’re pulled away from your thoughts as hands grabbed a handful of your breast. The man behind you fondles them, thumbs rubbing at your swollen nipples, making you mewl. Hyunjin smashes them together roughly, his cock already pressed between your ass cheeks. God, he felt long and thick, you can’t wait for him to fuck you. You wonder how did your stamina suddenly become so high but the thought of having the most beautiful people fuck you, kept you going. “Can you imagine fucking them?” He can’t help but groan himself at the lewd words.

Jeongin looks away completely, cheeks flaming red. “You already did…” Hyunjin puts his lips to your ear, hot breath fanning over it, making shivers run down your spine. “What do you think baby, might let his dream come true?” Felix can’t help but gasp at the nickname and you also.

The hands on your beast travel down your waist, fingers pressing into the skin. “But let’s get them nice and wet for him first, yeah?” He turns you quickly around at that and your eyes widened at his exposed chest. When did his shirt come off? You’re definitely not complaining, drooling only at the sight of his happy trail that you have seen too many times by his shirt always riding up when he would dance. It is your weakness.

His lips caught your left nipple, sucking at it roughly, him letting his saliva flow free out of his mouth. His teeth nibble at your areola, making you hiss in pain, him soothing it by his fingers rolling over your other nipple. You gasp at the big purple spot left behind when he pulls away to only suck at the other. He does that couple of times to get your buds nicely red and swollen before licking between your tits. Is it really licking? Because he is basically only drooling on your skin. You can’t help but jump as smashes your tits together and only to spit on them. “Fuck, you’re perfect — so fucking perfect.” Hyunjin mumbles, the words running through your whole body. He lets spit drip from his bottom lip, tongue then hanging out and completely covering you in the liquid. You can’t help but look down, whimpering at the blotches, red nipples all glistening and you also realize he slurped all of his friend’s cum off you.

You yelp as he manhandles you, turning you back around, the movements so smooth, your heart skips a beat. “Ask him if he agrees.” You whimper at the rough tug at your nipple, glossy eyes meeting Jeongin’s.

His eyes were dark but still his hands nervously played with his jeans and you couldn’t possible miss the tent in them. “Do you like it?” Hyunjin smacks you across your right ass cheek, telling you to try better. “Do you like my tits, Innie?” Your eyes hazy, looking into his, you suddenly feel something go over you at his all cute state. “I want you to fuck them, Jeongin. Fuck my tits–“ You whimper, your own hands fondling your breast.

You hear a small gasp behind you but your attention is only him as he slowly, barely nods his head. You take that as a sign to unbuckle his jeans but as you almost pull the rough material down, you’re pulled back by your hair, back arching as you feel Hyunjin positioning himself behind you. “Don’t forget about me, now.” He ends his statement by taping his fat tip on your clit. All of this is a dream come true — they are literally all so perfect. You surprise him by pulling him in for a messy kiss, teeth clashing together as he moans at your tongue wrapping around his. His lips were like heaven, so soft and yet sinful.

He puts you back to your place, making your ass flush against his stomach while you come back to your task of removing this offending piece of clothing from Jeongin. His hands grab yours not to stop you but only to help you and you’re happy that he can at least show you just a little that he wants this as much as you. Maybe his heavily rising chest is also a giveaway. Your hips buckle back at the other as he coats his cock in your wetness, your eyes however are at the bare one before you. You thought you might’ve strip him down accidentally of his underwear all together also but oh, he is so dirty for walking around like this — you wonder how his baggy jeans could hide him.

His dick was so fucking pretty. Long and the right girth, clean shaved, tip slightly glistening from the precum and balls heavy, waiting for any sort of relief. Your hands fall to his thighs, squeezing the muscle that jumps as a reaction at your touch. You want him everywhere but now even to you, your breast seems to be the only thing on both of yours minds. You kind of wished for some lube but there’s nothing you couldn’t do with your mouth, making you shuffle to him closer to grab him in your hand.

You went to pump him, only being stop at the feeling of the cock slowly breaching your pussy. You’re thankful for Hyunjin’s thoughtfulness of not going in to hard, giving you space for you to also pleasure his friend. He really doesn’t mind it as he is looking over your shoulder when you pull the tip closer to your mouth. Jeongin’s hand flies immediately to his mouth as you take him halfway, keeping your mouth open for the simple reason of completely covering him in your saliva.

Hyunjin circles his hips into you, keeping a slow pace as you drown his friend in your spit. The liquid travels down Jeongin’s balls, him trying so hard to keep quiet at your moments. His hips though hump the air when you suddenly pull your mouth away from him. “Come closer–“ You gasp, grabbing at his legs. He without a second thought, shuffles closer to the edge while you pull your arms up to grab his hips.

That move makes the other go deeper inside of you, momentarily rolling your hips back at him because it was just too good. Hyunjin’s eyes are already at the sight before him, his own hands coming to lay over yours before traveling them to your tits which he pushes up. With a sharp snap of his, your upper body lands on to the lap of the youngest, the dancer pulling your breast at each side of his cock.

You three moan, you putting in your own strength to smash your breast tighter around Jeongin. You don’t even have to move as the oldest basically got a hold of this whole situation by his thrusts. The sounds are even louder and more lewd by it being right under your nose, watching with glassy eyes at the disappearing and appearing tip between your tits. Thank the fuck, Hyunjin is being the one in control because the way his balls slap at every harsher snap of his hips on your clit, makes your whole body become jello. You let your tongue hang out, occasionally the tip flickering over Jeongin, him jumping at the stimulation. He looks like he could cry, biting at his fingers so much they are basically in his mouth, shaking at the way the still tasted and smelled like you.

Hyunjin puts one his hands on you ass cheek, kneading it between his fingers and the other goes to your jaw, tilting your head back. “Look at you…made for all of us to use–“ You moan, clenching around him, making him hiss. “Look at how our Innie’s enjoying it.” He whispers in your ear, tilting your head back to look at his friend. “He definitely is thinking about your sweet little pussy—how you feel, fuuuuck–“ Whimpering, you glance at him, faces so close you could see the little mole under his eye. “Our sweet, little Innie might not seem like it but he’s the nasty type.” Hyunjin’s thrusts become faster, deeper, the more he speaks. “So fucking nasty—he likes it nasty and wet…let’s make it wet for him, y-yeah?”

You nod, eyes rolling back inside your head as you squeeze your hands tighter. Your own hips start to meet Hyunjin’s trusts, him now completely at your mercy as he nears his end. The hand on your waist pinches you, loud whimper falling from him, legs shaking behind yours as he stuffs you full with his load. A small sighs fly out of him, completely different from what you have heard before, wondering if you could make him release these kinds of noises more often in the possible future.

Pulling out of you, he smacks your ass quickly, encouraging you to hop to your feet and only to land on his friend’s lap. Jeongin looks a little spooked out from the quick series of events, only now seeing the mischief in both of yours eyes. He can’t help but to sigh out at the sight of you on his lap, tits at the level of his eyes. He can’t believe he got to fuck them, a little sad that it stopped right as he was almost at his own peak but nonetheless excited to have more from you.

Your cunt to be exact. Your hips raise to grab his cock, siting down on it so none of the fresh cum could go to waste. Kind of a bad idea as your hips slightly jump back up as he only hits your cervix painfully. You whimper quietly into his shoulder as he sat there under you with mouth hanged open and head over the couch. You bounce slowly on top of him first, just the half of him before you could finally take him whole.

Behind your fucked out state, you frown at the way he is trying so hard to keep quiet. It looked like it hurt, his eyebrows pulled together at the deep concentration of not making a sound. You grasp his hands which till now layed alone by his side, putting them on your tits. That did it for him, finally looking at you. You don’t even think he is realizing that the way he is looking at you makes you all giddy inside. He is staring at your breast like they are the best thing he has ever seen, drooling in his head at the way they look in his own hands.

He cups the underside of your boobs, keeping them freely bouncing in the air from your moves. Moaning you just have to lift the bottom of his shirt slightly to have a look at his lean, toned body. Finally he is seeing how much he makes you feel, making him feel better about his image. But he can’t never tell anyone about the small crush he has on you…

“Y/N…” He calls out to you.

You gasp at the sound of your name falling from his lips. “Innie…” He whimpers, the noise leaving him on accident but you only quicken your movements. That makes him moan more and more before he has to pull your lips to his to silence them as he surprises you by cumming inside of you. His grip is strong, nearly painful but completely unseen as you stare wide eyed at the boy under you, crying at the feeling of your walls milking him dry.

“I’m sorry–“ He mumbles into your hair, cringing at the way his cum leaks out of you and down to his balls.

“Don’t say that I fucking love it.” You say, making him look at you in amazement. He kisses you softly at your words, a small smile falling over his lips and you can’t help but do the same.

You basically had to fight Jeongin to pull out of you. You could already feel his soft cock, hardening again and as much as you would like to give him another go there is still one left…fuck. Maybe you should’ve let the boy cockwarm you because the piercing and intimidating stare makes you want to curl up into a ball. You lay on the couch on your side, eyes skimming the men that already had their go and also your boyfriend, sitting there with glassy eyes of complete arousal, before they stop at the leader. Menspreading into those tight, black jeans of his is making you physical shudder, licking your lips at his toned chest peaking from the sides of his tank top. It should be illegal to look this good while simply sitting. Was your brain completely fucked out of you?

“Do you still want me?” He asks, looking down at your body. “Don’t want to hurt you, doll–“ He is asking for permission, yes but why does he have to use such a nickname, it only makes you want him more, dodging his question completely.

Of course you do, such a stupid question. He sits there waiting for your answer, not trusting himself by going closer to you. You are too pretty for your own good and the beautifully ruined state you’re in makes him absolutely feral. He always thought that it was wrong to even have a small thought about how you looked while getting fucked by Felix. That guy was so fucking lucky and he has to wonder how he bagged you because he would always say some ridiculously awkward pick up lines. Pick up lines he, the leader, gave him but he maybe is forgetting about how dominanting you can get. You just liked being used and pillow princess was sometimes too big of a fun. You can handle way more than you look and you already proved it to him tonight, he just wants to hear it from your own lips.

“I do, please Channie–“ You say, hands gripping the couch. “–come closer.”

He has to calm himself down a little at your sultry voice, not wanting to look like an idiotic schoolboy around his friends. He slowly stands up, jeans wrapping around the obvious bulge in them and stalking to you with hard stare. You would really like to say you’re switch but something about his whole aura makes you feel small and fragile. As Chan stands before you, towering over your quivering body, your eyes drift back to his crotch. Even from the material blocking your view you know he’s huge and you wonder how he could hide it in those tight jeans.

He makes you almost purr as he brushed his fingers through your hair softly, untangling the strands. “Get on my lap…” Your heart skips a beat as he sits down at the corner of the couch. You sit up to climb into his inviting lap but you’re stop with a hand in the air. “Back facing me.” You bit your lip at that.

Turning around you shuffle teasingly back onto his lap as he places his legs on the couch. You cage his legs with your knees, sitting down, your ass right at his bulge. You gasp at the feeling of the rough material grazing over you, pushing yourself down on it, rolling your ass back at him. He stops your movements with his strong grip at your ass. “Who said you could do that?”

You stay silent, frozen. You didn’t expect the nasty smack on your ass. “Ah! I-I am sor-ry?” You say back as another one lands, even harder than the first one.

His hand massages the red skin, marveling over your body. “Good girl.” Chan murmures back at you, showing you that’s exactly what he wanted to hear. “You want my cock, princess?” You nod, slightly ashamed at feeling your pussy dripping, soaking him.

Smack!

“Yes! I want your c-cock…” You clench over nothing, buckling your hips against him. He groans at your words, fingers tapping at your skin to gesture for you to slightly lift yourself up so he could finally release himself.

The thing you feel next makes you shiver. His cock smacks free over your pussy and your eyes can’t help but widen at the heaviness of it. You glance back, mouth open as you look at his massive cock. You don’t think he can possibly fit…The man could see the nerves all over your face, his own slightly red in embarrassment. He takes your expression as a good one but he is also slightly nervous while staring down where you two are the closest.

His cock is hovering over your cunt and both of you could see how deep it will go inside you. You nod your head back at him, giving a sign to go in. Backing up, you in experiment grind down on it, both of you moaning at the feeling. The prominent vein that leads to his mushroom tip, bumbs into your clit. “Fuck, gonna ride me? Gonna ride this cock, babygirl, you’re so fucking soft–“ Chan grabs the base of his cock, helping you sit up.

You cry out at just his tip, pussy lips swallowing it eagerly. He was so fucking thick—you realize that Jeongin was only preparing you for the bigger deal but it still stretched you out. “There, there I know–I knoooow–“ Hissing at the way you clench down at just his tip, he gives you some time to get used to him.

It didn’t take that long, maybe because you are simply too hungry for him. Carefully you move up and down his tip, each move making him go deeper into you. “You’re so big–“ You whimper, your hands on his knees balancing you, trembling.

“Taking me so good…look at that–“ The leader says to himself mostly, eyes barely open but still plastered on the way you swallow him more and more.

You fall over slightly when you finally sit down on his cock. You could feel him poking your tummy, the tension on your cervix deliciously painful. You both try to catch your breath from your walls squeezing down on him, staying there panting in this position for some time. Chan was always so sweet and shy when you would give him a compliment, blushing furiously while he could literally at the same time split you in half with his cock. It made you so mad for some reason so you — oh, you will give it to him good. Or will he?

You do surprise him by immediately pushing your hips up and then back down hard on him. He puffs out air, hands flying to hold your hips. He just leaves them there, too occupied of looking at your jiggling skin and your hole swallowing him. You don’t even know what kind of sounds you are making, the only thing on your mind is him. He can’t help but wonder of the fuck Jeongin didn’t cum immediately from your smooth moves. You were literally made for riding cock. He needed this so fucking bad, the stress of the new comeback basically controlling his whole body is now gone, out of the window. It also was so long since he got such a good pussy like yours, or any at that factor.

He almost forgot about his plan, laying there completely at your mercy. Chan’s mind then fills with imagines of maybe other positions he would like to see you in. So many and he almost cries at the thought of not trying at least one of them. He hopes this really isn’t the last time to get you like this. He in fact enjoys seeing his band members finally loosing up and you don’t seem to be displeasured by being used like a fuckdoll. His imagines the way he would fuck you into the couch, leaving you completely dumb and he just had to sit up, cock still in you and press your face into the cushion.

A long whine leaves you as he presses your face down, holding your hips with his other hand and drilling roughly into you. You sob at the feeling of him in your stomach, he immediately pulling your head to the side. “Col-“

“Green! Fucking green!” You scream, shaking at his thrusts. Looking back at him with your glassy eyes you even make him go harder. “Please…” You say quietly. “Please-“

He leans over you, chest against your back. “What was that?” There was a small cocky tone in his voice.

“Please, make me cum–“ You are already so close but you still need the extra push, even if you are basically gasping for air. “…please, daddy, make me cum.”

“Fuck me…”

He groans, hips jumping at that. He doesn’t miss the lazy smile on your lips that is wiped off by his palm on your clit. “Fucking cum–soak daddy’s cock, baby girl–“ You sob, tears falling down your face when he suddenly moves his palm from side to side, roughly bumping on to your clit.

You don’t even make a sound, mouth hanging open as you squirt all over his cock. He doesn’t stop, only fucking you through it and making a complete mess out of you, just like he wanted. “Just a little longer, baby girl…” You try to keep yourself up but only failing at the rough thrusts, falling face first into headrest of the couch. He pulls his hand away from you but as he is still drilling himself into you. It feels like a never ending orgasm.

Suddenly you feel hand caressing your cheek, eyes glassy, you look up, only to come face to face with your boyfriend. You two share a look, emotions swirling in your eyes but then the leader pull you two out of it by surprising you with wrapping his hand around your throat, making you tilt your head back, seeing him upside down. “Chan, I think it’s already too much for her–“ The next thing that the named man does will be forever imprinted in your mind.

Chan doesn’t let Felix finish his words, scooping up your juices with his fingers before shoving them into your boyfriend’s mouth. The blonde moans around his friend’s fingers in complete shock, finally getting his well deserved taste of you. You gasp, choking around the hand blocking your airways. When Felix sucks down on his fingers that does it for Chan. With last snap of his hips he fills you up to the brim, sighing, groaning, almost hiccuping at the feeling.

He pulls his hand away from your throat only to pull you up to smash your lips to his. “Fuck. you’re amazing…” You whine into him as it only makes him go deeper into you. Your boyfriend pulls his friend’s fingers out of his mouth slowly, looking at the sight before him with big eyes.

The leader slowly realizes the glances you keep stealing at your boyfriend while caressing your body softly, giving you a one last kiss before pushing you up to pull his cock out of you. You whimper at the lost of contact and at the cum falling onto the couch, you definitely need a new one.

Felix is there to caught you in his arms, before you could fall over, slowly lowering your body to lay down. “You did so good, I’m so so so lucky to have you…” He says to you sweetly, you smiling in return but your eyes can’t help but to travel to the obvious stain at his sweatpants.

You look at him with a small teasing smile, him laughing sheepishly before pressing a kiss to your lips. “I love you.” He whispers to you and you feel like crying of joy at his words, emotions all over the place.

“I love you too.” You croak out, leaning into his touch, completely exhausted.

He immediately rubs at your shoulder, warming up your cold skin, body wet from a mix of spit and cum, making you shiver. “Let me clean you up.” Felix says, before hearing his friends’ shuffling behind him.

“We can do that…” Minho says, looking down at you two and your lovesick faces. His eyes travel down the blonde’s body, nodding. “–while you clean yourself up…or do you also want help with that?”

Your boyfriend rolls his eyes at that remark, wanting nothing more than to wipe his friend’s smirk off his face. His cheeks are on fire but he probably should get clean first before taking care of you because you will need more that.

That statement stays. All of them took their own turn of wiping any residue of what happened off you and out of you. They even dressed you in some more comfortable clothes, your brand new babydoll basically needing bleach after and your panties mysteriously went missing. You were taken care of, cleaned up, dressed and even fed with food because you were too tired to that on your own. You don’t even know how you end up falling asleep mid bite of the takeout you all ordered but you know you were laying on your boyfriend’s chest while some of his friends layed next to you, cuddling you, the ones who didn’t have any place left for them to do that at least touching you in some sort of way, completely drowning you in their warmness and kindness.

Everything made you closer to them. In some way or another, heightening your friendship into something more stronger and intimate. But you still couldn’t help but wonder…was it really your boyfriend’s birthday or yours after all?

[princessbrunette]

reader upset bc things just aren’t going her way today, she woke up on the wrong side of the bed after not getting much sleep, and her hair didn’t turn out the way she wanted it too, she couldn’t find her favorite skirt and she broke her nail. rafe takes her with him to run errands and handle business, and she’s quiet and upset the whole time and she just needs her rafe but he’s so busy right now. eventually something small happens like she trips over her feet or spills something over herself and had a meltdown, bc we all get overstimulated and have meltdowns sometimes :/

i can’t explain to you how much i relate to this :(( have too many days like this one !!

you’d be quiet for the most part, more quiet than usual but rafe isnt gonna necessarily question it, just chalking it up to being in a bad mood. by the time you’ve made it to the car, everything’s overstimulating you. you don’t like the songs that keep coming on the aux, the car is rumbling too loud, rafes being quiet too so it’s just setting you on edge thinking somethings up, it’s just too much. but worst of all, you were hungry.

rafe had some errands to run, but he’d promised you fries, mentioned casually earlier which he’d probably forgotten about. you were holding onto that fact, knowing being fed would greatly cure a large part of your foul mood.

you’d passed the midway point, rafe completing another task on behalf of his father before you finally speak up— voice croaky from lack of sleep and lack of use. “can we get food now?”

he glances at you, reversing out of his spot, looking over his shoulder with his mouth parted in concentration. “huh? oh — uh, yeah, yeah soon. i left somethin’ in the boat so i gotta go pick it up.” he speaks casually.

for some reason, it’s your tipping point.

“no… you said we’d—” you’d go to argue, but suddenly burst into tears, crying into your hands. once you start, you quickly realise you can’t stop, the overstimulation and every issue you’d faced that day catching up with you. rafe frowns in confusion at you, eyes darting between the road and your hunched over form.

“hey, what are you — why are you crying?” he asks, and you can’t answer— far too upset. he sighs, thinking for a moment you’re being a tad dramatic, so used to being spoiled by him that you’re crying over something so minor. he doesn’t like seeing you so upset though, so he sighs and starts to turn his wheel, the car hitting a U-turn. “alright, hey, alright. i’ll get your damn fries. shit.”

it’s only when you don’t calm down he actually starts to get a little concerned. you cry the entire journey, not lifting your head from your hands— and all he can do is spare you worried glances before ordering your food. he parks in the lot, a wad of napkins from the food bag in his clutch and turns to you.

“look at me, kid. please?” he instructs, and you reluctantly do. blinking through gloopy mascara and sniffling your snotty nose shamefully. he dabs at your face, holding the napkin to your nose and quietly telling you to blow. he then sets it aside, and places the fries in your lap, running his hand over his chin and jaw thoughtfully for a moment.

“m’sorry.” you break the silence, staring down at your fries. he sighs, shaking his head.

“what happened, hm? was it me? did i fuck up?”

“no rafe, just got overwhelmed. im having a bad day.”

he stares at you for a moment, turning his body to face you more. “what do you… what do you want me to do?” he asks, his own finger gently prodding at his chest. he was trying to understand you, trying to be a good boyfriend. you think for a moment, glumly staring at your hands.

“i wanna go home and just be with you.” you sulk. he nods slowly, staring off out the window.

“y’know i got shit to do though, baby. can’t just… drop everything, you know? got people countin’ on me. m’handling shit today. ” he squints, hating that he has to be tough— but makes his voice gentle enough to soften the blow.

“i know.” it comes out as a broken whisper, and he can tell you didn’t like his answer. he stares at you, helpless, before speaking once more.

“eat your fries, and then you’re gonna go lay down in the back and have a nap, okay? think you need one. we’ll figure it out from there, a’ight?” he places a hand on your shoulder, tilting his head down and staring into your eyes, hoping what he’s saying is good enough. you think for a moment before nodding and he smiles, patting your cheek.

“alright, that’s my girl. proud of you, okay baby?”

[sh1-n0bu]

Hello! Hope you are having a good day/evening.

I saw that your requests are open so i wanted to see if i could request, a headcanon(or one shot what ever you think would be better for the idea) + angst for scara, childe and diluc [add any character you have ideas pls :) ].

I was thinking of how would they react if reader just disapeard for a period of time, and they maybe though reader was dead. Until they came back (or they saw them somewhere like in other city after long time). [idk why reader decapered-] . I wanted to know if they would let reader in or ignore them for the rest of times.

(im sorry for making this so long- if you dont understand the idea or dont want to make it i complitly understand.)

✿ 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ✿

characters: scaramouche, childe and diluc x nb!reader

warnings: angst (me likey), reverse comfort, verbal fighting, takes place after scaramouche’s defeat, mentions of blood and injury (not too graphic), reader disappears for some time but dw nothing bad happens

notes: it’s alright hun, i understand dw too much abt anything! also you can def tell who’s my favorite lmao

since his loss as the false god of sumeru, the irmunsul incident, his mentality was slowly getting better

slowly starting to heal from all his trauma, loss, betrayals and suffering in the hands of the second fatui harbinger

but that doesn’t mean some bad habits just won’t immediately disappear

you and wanderer’s relationship has been going well. silly little dates here and there, holding hands and he was even slowly starting to open up to you about his past as well!

however lately you’ve been going out meeting someone named “kaveh” a lot lately. not really having time to explain to your lover that kaveh was your work partner and that you two had a deadline coming soon of an expensive and famous museum

and that was all it took for wanderer to start doubting the relationship between you two

did you truly love him like all the time you said you do? was it a lie? who was this kaveh anyways? perhaps this was a bad idea. maybe he never should’ve took nahida’s suggestion and confessed to you. maybe it was all better if he were to just push you away like he always have with people before

after 2 weeks of hard work with barely no sleep, full meal or even being able to see your loving boyfriend again, the architecture of the museum was finally finished and you and your best friend can finally catch some well deserved break

stepping into your shared little cottage at 2 in the morning, you yawned walking into your shared bedroom with your lover, not entirely surprised to see him still wide awake, sitting on your bed seemingly mulling over something

hugging his smaller body and nuzzling into his neck, you sighed in content. finally happy to be able to spend some time with your darling

that was until he stood up suddenly harshly tearing of your hands that was wrapped around his middle

“darling? what’s wrong?”

“don’t you dare ask me what’s wrong when you KNOW what the answer is. what finally got tired of that kaveh guy you’ve been seeing? finally got tired of him so now you come crawling back to me?!”

“… honey i don’t understand what you mean. i think you got it all wrong”

“don’t you dare call me those names! i knew you were a liar and a manipulator. always going around wearing that sickeningly sweet smile as if nothing’s wrong! you’re no better than him. no in fact, you’re worse!”

the fight escalated from there. at first you tried to calm him down and explain to him about everything but you were just too tired, too exhausted, too lonely

soon enough wanderer and you were just shouting at each other. calling each other names, jabbing at traumas, stabbing old wounds

the breaking point for you was when he shouted one thing you wish you would never hear coming from someone so dear to you

“I WISH YOU NEVER EXISTED AT ALL!”

deafening silence

no one moved, no one spoke, just silently staring into each other’s faces until you grimaced

he immediately regretted it. but he won’t show it because his pride is always too much. always too high. always above everyone. always destroying any human contact he sought after

quietly shaking your head, you picked up your coat again before stepping out of the once shared home with your lover, shutting the door gently. you were never one to slam doors after all

he wanted to get out and chase after you. hold your hand, cling to you, begging for forgiveness

but his pride won’t allow it

a few days have passed and he has yet to run into you. you’ve been gone without a single trace of where you went to or who you’re with

it’s as if his words came true…

it has been a week already. no signs of you and wanderer is going to lose his mind

he went to nahida to ask for her help, he asked about you from the traveler and paimon, he even went around asking about the person named kaveh

another day, another failure in finding you

sobbing in his bed, clinging tightly to your pillow he only wished for one thing. he just wanted you back

snapping out of his misery when the front door knob jingled, he nearly tripped over his own legs when jumping out of bed

and there you were, standing on the front door of your shared home, wearing the exact same clothes, facial expressions as the day you left

the short male didn’t care about how he looked, how messy his home was or even much of his pride. throwing himself into your chest, clinging to you like a lifeline, sobbing out apologies after apologies

forgiveness is a hard thing. especially to prideful people like wanderer but he will soon learn to apologize if he keeps practicing make sure to disappear more to teach him a lesson reader-chin👍

it has been some time since the ginger menace has seen his lover. that’s because you have been away on a long time commission on dragonspine. something about multiple frostarm lawachurl going haywire. of course him being himself, immediately offered to go as well if it weren’t for you bonking him on the head with all his piled up harbinger paper work

he knows you’re strong - even though you lack a vision - and he has great faith and earnest trust in you! he truly does! however the gnawing of dark thoughts, worry filled mindless pacing and the creeping presence of nightmares just won’t let him go no matter how much the harbinger throws himself into his piles upon piles of work

it took one utterance of your name to slip past ekaterina’s mouth that snaps him back to life, away from the insecurities and terror looming over him

were you finally back? it took a whole 2 weeks! he can’t wait to see you, hold you in his arms, trail kisses on your scars, to just be in your presence again!

just the simple thought of your face is enough to have him kicking his feet, giggling with sheer and utter joy

but that giggles stopped abruptly when ekaterina showed him a piece of ripped cloth. your cloth. a ripped part of the coat you wear whenever you’re called to dragonspine…

with a bated breath and shaking hands, childe asked “… they’re not here, are they?”

when the fatui gave a hesitant nod, tartaglia bolted out of the northland bank, running straight towards the icy peak - which always stirred warmth within his heart, reminding him of his homeland - now filled with a painful, nerve wracking cold

when he had arrived at the place you mentioned before seeing off, there were blood stains everywhere on the snow

the sight always used to make his eyes widen with excitement but now, with an unshakable fear

“[name]? [name] are you here! honey-bun please answer me!”

digging through all the wreckage, running around all over the place, searching for you, yelling your name. he just needed one little sign. just one little sign, please

and his pleas were answered with a grunt. a pained groan

quickly dashing over to where the sound had come from, he found you under a small wreckage pile of carts and tattered cloths with a hastily wrapped bandage around your bleeding torso

“haha… is it a bad time to say hi, big boy?” shakily laughing and cocking your eyebrow, you shot him a teasing grin

if you weren’t injured he probably would’ve bonked you over the head nicely but for now a nice 24 hours of lecture and scolding sounded better to ajax

it all started when your beloved significant other kept coming back home way past midnight, bruised and bleeding and leaving the next morning before the sun could even crack through the darkness of the night

at first you were worried, then you soon got used to it but patience can only run for so long until it breaks

“WHY CAN’T YOU SEE THINGS FROM MY PERSPECTIVE FOR ONCE DILUC?! YOU ALWAYS COME BACK INJURED, SOMETIMES EVEN ON THE VERGE OF DEATH AND YET YOU STILL LEAVE IN THE MORNING WITHOUT EVEN LETTING YOUR OPEN WOUNDS CLOSE!”

“i’ve been doing this for years [name]. so stop being clingy and let it be! i’m strong enough to handle myself.”

meanwhile elzer and adelinde looked at each other in worry. furrowing rheir brows, biting their lips and anxiously messing with their hands

the manor has never been this loud, ever since the fight between their young master and his brother kaeya of course

the fight started with a simple curt sentences being thrown but now it was slowly losing it’s meanings, turning into a shouting contest. a fight to see who has more pride than the other

“STOP BEING SO DAMN OVERPROTECTIVE! I’M STRONG ENOUGH TO HANDLE MYSELF AND YOUR WORRYING IS NOT NEEDED!”

that was the final straw for you to leave the manor with a loud slam of the front door

diluc tried to chase after you, realizing his mistake, wanting to apologize sadly the whole shouting re-opened his wounds, causing the young master’s sleeping tunic to get dirtied with blood

since that nasty fight with your dear boyfriend, you’ve been staying at his brother’s place for the time being. kaeya was more than understanding. after all, he too was once cast out by his loved one from his home

it had already been 4 days since the uncrowned king of mondstadt had seen his beloved and things were not going smoothly. he keeps messing up the order’s at the bar, letting fatui or some enemies get out of sight only to be reminded of that with a new wound, spending sleepless hours just tightly clutching at your pillow in your once-shared bed

on the fifth night of your sudden disappearance, diluc has had enough. mentally broken and physically exhausted, he sobbed silently, holding onto your pillow tightly

the red head was too caught up in his mental breakdown, he didn’t even hear your voice calling out his name

jolting violently and swiftly turning back - ready to summon his claymore - only to fall silent once he realizes it’s your hand holding his shoulder, your voice calling him sweet, cheesy nicknames, you standing before him in the flesh

“… darling? is that you…?”

you hated how broken he sounded. how devastated yet relieved he looked. how his voice shook with so mich hesitation and fear

gently cradling his head to rest upon your heart, you shushed his cries and begs of forgiveness

cuddles? …that sounds nice

[bluhourz]

may request a reverse comfort heuning kai x female reader where heuning kai feels jealous of y/n’s friendship with beomgyu and heuning kai is afraid of losing her, so y/n comforts him with reassurance and kisses and cuddles, leading to a heavy makeout session?

thank you so much for the request! I kind of got carried away... oops :)

I hope you enjoy anon!

when he is scared of losing you

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Kai woke up as the sunlight started to tickle his eyes. Who even left the curtains open? He was grumbling as he reached out to pull you closer. However, his hand only met the cold sheets where you once laid. Confused, he decided to get up and look for you. How dare you not be in bed with him?

"Y/N?" he called with an ever-present pout on his lips.

Nothing.

"Y/N-ie?" his pout tried once again.

He finally reached the kitchen. And that's where he saw it. A cute little cat sticky note on top of a neatly covered plate of breakfast.

"Hey bub! I'm going out with Gyu today. Didn't want to wake you up. I'll see you later. Love you! ♡"

He scoffed at the note. Out with 'Gyu'? Without your loving boyfriend at your side? Kai huffed as he sat down. Really? His mood was soured now. His wasn’t even hungry anymore. But he knew he couldn’t resist your food. Although, the frown never left his face as he ate.

Heuningkai spent the day moping around the house. Nothing he did was right. The show he wanted to watch suddenly irrirated him. The music he wanted to listen to was too loud. Even the plushies weren't comfortable when he lied against them.

He groaned outloud in frustration. He wondered how your day has been so far. Probably great seeing as you were with Beomgyu. He always made the time spent together fun. Like always. Maybe too much sometimes. Wait. Was Beomgyu more fun than him? Did you enjoy spending time with Beomgyu more than with him? Is that why you didn't invite him with you two today? Did you prefer being alone with Beomgyu..?

Without thinking, he had lied down sideways on the bed and grabbed a plushie. He only realised how much these thoughts freaked him out when he noticed his white knuckles gripping the material harshly. Slowly he let go and tried to relax. You loved him right? Right?

His last thoughts were anxiety filled as his mind raced to even more possibilities. Mumbling your name, he fell asleep again.

Later ~

"Baby! I'm home," you announced as you entered through the front door.

Met with an unusual silence, you were quite stunned.

"Kai?" you asked again as you walked to the bedroom, knowing he was probably there.

"Baby, are you.." your voice trailed off as you were met with one of the most adorable things you have ever witnessed.

Kai was surrounded by plushies, as always, and one was clutched close to his chest as he slept. Soft snores left his mouth, showing you he was sleeping deeply. But the frown on his face concerned you.

You tiptoed around the bed and sat down softly, facing him. Pushing some plushie friends away you made space for yourself next to him and lied down. Your eyes stayed glued to his beautiful face as you tried waking him up. You started by slowly brushing his hair back and whispering his name. Next, your hand wandered to the side of his face as you cupped his cheek. A series of cute nicknames were uttered gently as your hand moved. After a few attempts his eyes fluttered open. Usually Kai's eyes would brighten up the moment he saw you. This time his gaze was dull as your eyes met.

Knowing instantly that something was wrong, you asked, "Did something happen while I was away?"

He only shook his head, not trusting his voice.

"Then what is it? Why do you look so sad bub?" you kept your voice soft as your hand kept working through his hair and down his face, trying to comfort him.

You gave him a few minutes to compose his thoughts. Finally, he sighed and closed his eyes before he started speaking.

"I.. I don't really know. I just had a bad day. I woke up and you weren't here. It made me sad to wake up without you. And then I saw your note saying you were out. With Beomgyu. And you didn't ask me to join. I know he is super fun and you enjoy spending time with him. And I just had a lot of stupid thoughts and I scared myself and..."

His eyes stayed closed the entire time he spoke. He didn't want to show just how much he was hurting and he knew you would immediately see right through his soul.

"And I'm just so scared of losing you."

If you weren't as close to Heuningkai as you were right now, you are sure you wouldn't have heard the last part. You felt your heart break a little more with each word he spoke.

Finally, he opened his eyes to look at you.

"I'm so sorry bub," you whispered, trying to convey your feelings through your eyes.

You pulled him closer, letting his head rest on your chest. You rubbed your hands down his back to comfort him and felt his arms wrapping around your waist.

"I'm really sorry we didn't invite you today. We went to the amusement park to try the scary rollarcoasters and I knew last time you felt sick afterwards so I didn't think you would want to go. I should have asked, I'm sorry. But please don't ever think I would just leave you like that. I love you so much Hyuka. You are my person, my everything. Yes, Gyu is a great friend, but just that. A friend. You are the one I love," you pushed him away slightly as you finished talking, "No matter what I'll always choose you."

A small smile broke out on his face at your words.

"I love you."

"I love you more."

Suddenly Heuningkai pushed himself up a bit and met your lips with his. What started out a soft and slow kiss filled with love for each other, quickly turned into something with urgency and need behind it. You layed down and he hovered over your frame. His hands slid up to rest on your hip under your shirt.

Breaking away breathlessly, your boyfriend looked at you, "So you agree I'm more fun right?"

"Of course, baby," you smiled, pulling him into you again.

[lonophobic]

“i love you too, my dear.”

diluc x gn!reader (reader’s gender is not mentioned)

tw: diluc is ooc lmaoo idk what happened to him, also little gentle make out session, but nothing suggestive

genre: reverse comfort (reader comforts diluc), fluff

summary: diluc comes home late after a bad day, and you help to comfort him.

!not proofread

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you were sitting on one of the couches in the dawn winery, warming up next to the fireplace with a blanket and some warm tea (or coffee or hot chocolate, your choice). you were waiting for your boyfriend to come home, but he was taking a bit longer than usual. you glanced at the grandfather clock a bit further to your left. 12:42. huh. he’s usually back by now. you decided to just wait a bit longer. maybe it was just a busy day, or kaeya was just keeping him locked in place. whatever it was, you were willing to wait.

you started to get a bit drowsier about an hour later. you stared at the fire in front of you, scooting closer to warm up a bit more. it was a rather cold night, but nothing you couldn’t handle. the fire seemed to become sleepy as well, slowly but surely drowning into the cold air. you were thinking of just grabbing a coat and going to mondstat city to find him, thinking he might be in trouble, when you heard the door creak open. you turned around to see your red-haired boyfriend, diluc, standing at the doorway. he seemed to be irritated, and most definitely annoyed and tired. you could hear him grumble as he closed the door behind him.

you walked up to the exhausted man, catching his attention. “luc? you alright? what happened today?” you shot straight to questions gently grabbing his face with both hands to see his face. you frowned; he definitely wasn’t ok. his eyes were half-lidded, the tips of his lips curved downward, and his eyebrows furrowed together. “nothing, just a busy day. i’m glad to be home now.” he brushed off, grabbing your wrists to pull your hands off of him, and walking to his room to put his jacket away, already taking it off. he dismissed the maids, who scrambled to make sure he was alright. you sighed, and followed him upstairs. he was already inside when you came through the door, hanging his jacket on the rack. you waited until he closed the closet door, leaning on the door frame. when he did, he turned towards you. his expression seemed a bit more relaxed, but still agitated. you walked towards him, closing diluc’s room door behind you. you stopped only when you could lean into his face, foreheads almost touching, and asked him, “luc, what’s wrong? you can tell me everything. the maids are already gone.” diluc stared at the floor, then sighed, scratching the back of his neck as he explained the horribly miserable day of his. kaeya sweet-talked one of the new bartenders into giving him an entire bottle of dandelion wine for free and didn’t get caught, then caused a commotion among the other customers who wanted a free bottle as well, then jean and lisa went out to get something so the entirety of mondstat was in chaos, and venti kept coming back for more wine until he couldn’t even count his fingers. to top it off, he got ambushed twice while coming back home- once by hillichurls and an abyss mage, and another time by kaeya and friends. friends include rosaria, venti, and somehow the traveler, who was supposed to be at sumeru at that point. he was able to talk them into leaving him alone, but it took so long for them to leave that by the time they did, he could feel his throat was dry from all of the talking and grumbling.

when he was done explaining, the two of you were sitting on the bed; diluc grumbling about his day and you listening with all of your heart. he sighed once more, and you chuckled. at least he wasn’t harmed during the attack with the abyss mage. when you offered to get him a glass of water, he dismissed it and said he already got some. you suddenly hugged him, catching him off guard. the two of you slowly fell to the bed, him holding you back as he felt your gentle breath lightly tickling his neck.

“you want to.. i dunno… cuddle? it could help you feel better.” you suggested, still on top of him and your arms around his body. all he replied with was a short, tiny nod, but that was all that you needed. you slid over so the two of you were facing each other, embracing each other. you pulled the sheets over the two of you, and you leaned in further to give a gentle kiss onto his soft lips. he seemed a bit surprised, but he did kiss back with an equal gentleness. the two of you had a gentle make-out session, pressing your lips together in a slow dance together. you eventually pulled back, giving a soft kiss to his forehead, which seemed to make diluc into jello. he melted into your touch, holding you close and burying his face into your neck and shoulder. you smiled into his soft red hair, which was now untied and messily draped down his back and shoulders. you gave him one last kiss on his head, and whispered, “goodnight, ‘luc. i love you.”

after a few seconds of silence, he replied, “i love you too, my dear.”

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lolol this is so bad

words: 881

its not much diluc and more of diluc explaining his horrible day but yknow its my first fic give me a break

also i am down bad for this man i can’t pass this up

[cozyfoxy]

Through Sickness and In Health

Summary: After Phil's hospital stay and their vacation, Dan and Phil try to fall back into their routine. Though it's hard to go back to normal when your normal has changed so suddenly. How will the significant health scare affect Dan and Phil even weeks after it's over?

Genre: Canon Compliant with angsty moments

Warnings: Blood mentions, panic attacks

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Phil yawned and adjusted his glasses before reaching into one of the kitchen cabinets to grab a mug. It had been just a few days since he and Dan returned home from their holiday and just a few weeks since his emergency visit to the hospital. Overall, things had gone back to normal for the Lester, Howell household. The biggest change was the small amount of sleep both men were getting these days. Phil was plagued with nightmares nearly every night, which would make it difficult to have a full night’s rest. Then there was Dan, who was always too busy focusing on Phil, worrying that he could get hurt or sick again. His mind would never quiet down long enough to sleep for very long. 

Dan had always been a bit overprotective of Phil, but it had gotten more intense since the accident. Every time that Phil would make more noise than normal, whether it was dropping something or tripping over his own feet, Dan would run to him in a panic. They were always joined at the hip, but lately, it was even less common to see one without the other. Phil wasn’t even allowed to shower with the door closed anymore, just in case something happened and he needed Dan. 

It was a lot and slightly overwhelming for Phil, but he knew Dan was just trying to help. He also knew that Dan was just scared and wanted to do anything he could to make sure that Phil was safe. He would do the same if the roles were reversed. 

Phil walked sleepily to the coffee machine, preparing his coffee robotically. It was nice to be falling back into his old routine after so much chaos. Wake up, make coffee, do some work, and wait for Dan to wake up. Phil had always been more of an early riser, so he’d wake up at least a couple of hours before Dan would. 

He added milk and a few sugars to his coffee and turned to put the sugar away, knocking his mug down in the process. The white mug shattered across the wooden floor, the coffee pooling around the broken pieces like a bad abstract painting. 

“Fucking hell,” Phil grumbled, bending down to pick up the ceramic pieces. 

He had picked up a few of the bigger pieces, collecting them in his hand when he felt a sharp, burning pain in his thumb. Phil huffed and glared at his hand, seeing blood dripping from the cut and down his wrist. He had always been a heavy bleeder, so it didn’t surprise him. More than anything, it just annoyed him. 

A few drops of crimson hit the coffee puddle as Phil pushed himself into a standing position to dispose of the broken mug. At that moment, Dan raced into the kitchen, his forehead sweaty and his brown curls matted. 

“Oh god Phil, what happened? Are you okay?” Dan rambled, running over to his partner. 

Phil smiled sheepishly and nodded, “Yeah I’m okay love, just knocked my coffee over.” 

Dan nodded slowly and looked at Phil’s bleeding hand with a gasp, “Phil, honey, you’re bleeding.” he whimpered, suddenly feeling lightheaded. 

“It’s just a small cut, I bleed a lot you know that. I’m o- Dan? What’s wrong? Hey, hey, let’s get you sat down, yeah?” Phil frowned, leading his boyfriend to sit down in a dining chair. 

The brunette dry heaved a few times after sitting, his head still spinning at the sight of blood. He had never reacted to blood until now. He couldn’t figure out what changed. It wasn’t the smell or anything, not even the way it oozed. There was just so much of it, pooling around the love of his life. Too much blood, too much blood lost. Phil could die, he could lose Phil forever. 

Dan started breathing in uneven huffs and gripping Phil’s shirt tightly, “so much blood. There’s so much.” he cried, trying in vain to control his breathing. 

Phil frowned, “Danny, I’m not even bleeding anymore, see?” He asked, showing off the small cut on his thumb, “it’s just a scratch. I’m not bleeding anymore, I’m okay.” he assured, cupping his partner’s cheek.

“Okay… okay, sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Blood never bothered me before… before the hospital. There was so much blood Phil, I thought I was going to lose you. And I know I should just be thankful that you didn’t die but you could have! Sorry… I’m trying to calm down.” Dan whispered, loosening his grip on Phil’s shirt. 

The older man sighed sadly and kissed Dan’s cheek, “Don’t apologize. It was traumatic for both of us. But I’m okay, you’re okay too. It’s still scary but it won't be forever.” 

Dan threw himself into Phil’s arms, calming his breathing slowly as he focused on Phil’s heartbeat. Phil rubbed up and down his back, feeling himself relax a bit as well. Even when things felt scary and overwhelming, they would always find a way to help each other through it. 

A while later, after the coffee mess had been cleaned up, both men were lying in their bed with a movie playing on the TV. Neither of them were paying attention to the screen, instead just focusing on each other’s company. Phil felt exhausted, the sleepless nights were catching up to him, and Dan wasn’t much better.

“Take a nap, Phil, you need it,” Dan whispered with a smile, running his fingers through his boyfriend’s blond hair. 

Phil could only nod as he let his eyes droop to a close.

~

“Will he be okay? Please tell me he’ll be okay!” Dan yelled, making Phil feel uneasy. 

He looked around himself quickly, bright artificial lights surrounding him. He could hear the beeps of nearby machines and smelled something rusty. Phil looked down and gasped. He saw himself splayed on the cold hospital floor. Blood surrounded him, people surrounded him. Dan was clinging to the bag that they had packed in a rush, tears pouring from his eyes. 

“He’s not likely to make it lad.” A gruff-looking doctor mumbled, “lost too much blood.” 

The doctor pulled out two odd-looking pieces of machinery, rubbing them together quickly. “Clear!” He yelled before pushing them against Phil’s chest. 

Pain shot through Phil, making him shake and cry out. He wanted to beg the doctor to stop, tell him that he was alive and could feel everything. He wanted to yell out to Dan that he was alive, that he would be okay. He needed the pain to stop. 

“Clear!” The doctor yelled again before excruciating pain shot through Phil again.

Tears rolled down his cheeks as he willed his body to move away from the shocks. He couldn’t deal with any more pain. The beeping sounded like it was screaming in his ears and the lights were blinding him. Dan, where was Dan? He needed Dan. He tried to cry out, but he couldn’t make a sound. 

“I’m calling it… time of death,” The doctor mumbled, but Phil couldn’t focus on him. 

“Phil… love wake up.” Dan’s voice mumbled through the beeping.

Phil woke up with a gasp, turning to see that Dan was sitting next to him with a worried look on his face. Phil took a deep breath and shuffled in the bed, frowning when he felt some wetness. No… he didn’t wet the bed, he couldn’t have. 

“Let’s get the sheets cleaned, we can take a quick shower and then order some food, yeah?” Dan asked, pecking Phil’s lips before rolling out of the bed.

Phil gritted his teeth together, angry at himself. He was a grown-ass man, he had no reason to wet the bed. What was wrong with him? His stomach clenched before sobs began to wrack through his chest. 

“I’m sorry Dan, I’m so fucking sorry for everything! I’m thirty-seven years old and you’re having to take care of me like I was a toddler. I can’t believe I pissed the bed. I’ll clean the sheets, you go shower. I’m sorry Dan. I’m useless, I’m falling apart. You should leave me, this isn’t fair to you.” Phil sobbed, burying his face into his hands. 

Dan blinked back his own tears and walked to Phil’s side of the bed, “Love… no, none of this is your fault. Accidents happen sometimes, it doesn’t matter how young or old you are. You’re not useless, you’re not falling apart. You’re going through a scary time, things like this are bound to happen. You were having a nightmare again, your body was reacting to that. Let’s get this cleaned up. Together.” He whispered, kissing the top of Phil’s head calmly. 

Phil sniffled and stood up on shaky legs, helping Dan pull the sheets off of the bed and take them to the laundry room. In the laundry room, both men stripped off their clothes and added them to the wash as well. 

“Head to the bathroom and start our shower bubs, I’m going to grab us some pajamas.” Dan hummed, kissing Phil’s tear-stained cheek.

Phil nodded and walked to the bathroom, starting the hot water with a sigh. He felt so much shame, so much embarrassment that he couldn’t focus on anything else. How could Dan be okay with everything that had happened? Phil was supposed to take care of Dan, not the other way around. 

A few moments later, Dan walked into the bathroom with pajamas and oversized towels. Wordlessly, he climbed into the hot stream of water, pulling Phil in with him. The hot water relaxed Phil's tense back and shoulders as Dan scrubbed him clean with fresh-smelling body wash. 

Tears filled Phil’s eyes again while Dan carefully washed his hair and behind his ears, “I’m so sorry Danny. I don’t deserve you.” he whimpered. 

Dan paused his movements for a moment before rinsing Phil’s hair for him and washing his own hair. How could his partner of fifteen years think that he didn’t deserve Dan? They were made for each other, and Dan knew that better than anyone. 

“Listen to me Phil, we’re partners. We take care of each other, we love each other and we are there for each other. You deserve me just as much as I deserve you.” Dan whispered, resting his forehead against Phil’s. “I want you through the good times and the bad times. I want to grow old with you, I want to see the ugliest parts of you and show you the ugliest parts of me. I want us to cherish each other for the rest of our lives. I want to take care of you when you need me to, and I know you’ll always do the same for me. Through sickness and in health, you’re my person and I’ll love you forever.” 

Phil smiled tearfully and wrapped his arms tightly around Dan, the warmth of the shower water and Dan’s skin relaxing him significantly, “I want that too Dan. I just feel like such a burden lately and I don’t want to do that to you. I’ll love you forever too.” 

Dan smiled, “Do you really think I would take care of you if I didn’t want to? Have you even met me? I’m stubborn as hell, I don’t do what I don’t want to do.” He joked, turning off the water and stepping out of the shower. 

“I guess you’re right.” Phil giggled, letting Dan help him out of the shower.

Both men grabbed a towel and dried each other off, as they had done for many years now. Phil couldn’t help but think about the first shower that they took together, back in 2011. Dan had broken down in tears after he had thrown up on the floor, so Phil had started him a shower. Dan being Dan, wouldn’t let him leave so eventually he just climbed in with the brunette. 

That night, all those years ago, Phil had washed Dan just as gently and lovingly as Dan had done for him tonight. They had shared tears and tight hugs as the hot water washed away their stress and anxieties. Maybe their love had always been through sickness and in health. 

“Hmm, I kind of like having a naked Phil in front of me. No clothes for you.” Dan said suddenly, pulling Phil from his thoughts. 

Phil rolled his eyes, “Oi, give me my clothes.” 

Dan hummed innocently before grabbing both sets of clothes, turning, and running out of the room, “You gotta catch me first!” 

“Dan! Really?! It’s cold in here!” Phil yelled back before chasing Dan through their house. 

“Don’t look for someone who will solve all of your problems. Look for someone who won’t let you face them alone.”

[quodekash]

OUR SKYY 2 IS HERE ITS FINALLY HERE THIS IS NOT A DRILL

first lemme make myself an ice tea and then we’ll get into the ridiculous commentary (which will probably be entirely keysmashes but anyway) 

fingers crossed for something benchopper 

also i find it rly interesting that the series i finished with when going through all the our skyy shows is the one that theyre start with 

also also idk anything about the order for our skyy but i do know that there’s no way bad buddy isnt the final one 

ICE TEA HAS NOW BEEN ACQUIRED, NOW WE SHALL COMMENCE THE COMMENTARY (that a lot of you seem to like, why do you like my commentary) 

literally shaking what the hell

STOP IM GONNA CRY, HE HAS HIM AS HIS LOCK SCREEN???? 

WE’RE LITERALLY LIKE TEN SECONDS IN AND IM ALREADY FILLED WITH TEARS 

IM SORRY, IT’S BEEN THREE FREAKING YEARS??? WHY WERE WE NOT AWARE OF THIS INFORMATION 

ok so judging from the intro, it’s nlmg first, and then simm, then THE ECLIPSE MY BOYS AAAAAA, AND THEN VICE VERSA, AND THEN MSP HEGUERIHBGKREJB, im literally vibrating with excitement rn help, and then abaab, AND THEN BAD BUDDY GERJHBGUKREJBKGURBJ, AND THEN 1000STARS 

ITS LITERALLY HAPPENING IN FRONT OF MY EYES RN AND I STILL CANT BELIEVE THIS IS REAL 

HOLY BAJOOLIES 

HE HAPPY

HE;S SO FREAKING EXCITED TO SEE HIM 

NO STOP IM GONNA CRY AGAIN 

palms hair is so freaking pretty what the hell 

i sense a sponsorship

palm is so happy to see him and he’s trying to be sweet but nueng is moody and i guess i get why but also pls just be happy to see him again 

okay they are happy now yayyy 

yup i was right theyre sponsored by suzuki thats kind of hilarious 

damn, two sponsorships within like ten minutes of each other, they really went all out 

CRYING AGAIN, THAT’S PERFECT 

well that guy was confusing. ‘you guys are soulmates and youre fate but also you cant be together but you will be but you wont’ 

HOW DARE YOU INTERRUPT THEM, NUENG WAS ABOUT TO SAY HE’S DECIDED TO STAY IN BANGKOK AND FINISH HIS STUDIES THERE RATHER THAN OVERSEAS 

bRO HAS A SWORD?? I WANT A SWORD 

also like oh shoot they might be about to die 

but also just imagine walking around every day with a sword 

the power 

id never like actually hurt anyone with it and id probably rarely take it out of the sheath 

but seriously. sword. its so cool. 

not cool that theyre probably about to hurt nuengpalm and probably that poor woman 

holding hands and running for their lives, absolutely nothing new here 

heh i paused it at a funny moment 

he’s such a good bodyguard/protector/boyfriend/whatever ghrjgbhr 

ill show you what happens to heroes. they wake up in historical clothing. 

why are the roles suddenly reversed 

and why is palm the only one with knowledge of the present time and the only one without a clue about whats going on in this au  version of events 

DAM OKAY THAT WAS QUICK 

see, at first i was pretty sure he was faking it cos it didnt make sense that only palm was aware of the present, surely it would be both of them, but then he confused me, but its fine cos he remembers him YAY 

IM SORRY, LITERALLY ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT IS THAT ONE TIME IN BBC MERLIN WHERE MERLIN GAVE ARTHUR AN ORDER 

ALSO PALM IS LITERALLY JUST DOING WHAT NUENG DID AND ITS SO FUNNY 

wait this entire thing is a complete repeat of the series just switched and historical

their first major interaction was being introduced via parent sending child to work for the other child 

their second major interaction was at the pool, and in this version its by the lake 

their third major interaction is the master making the servant eat with them because ‘theres too much food for me to eat by myself’ when really its just bc he wants to spend time with him 

wait please let chopper and ben be in this historical version of life 

phum is there 

surely its plausible to think that benchopper could be there too 

i freaking love these two 

IM SORRY????? WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT 

NOOOOOO I WAS WRONGGGG

NOOOO CONFLICT 

its okay tho theyll iron out the conflict, its fine 

see, they figured out the conflict 

well that was wonderful but it is now 1am so i need to go to sleep 

goodnight folks! im gonna spend the next 24 hours Thinking About Them 

[unreliablesnake]

Of reverse love and stuff: Good news, bad news (Eobard Thawne x OFC x Harrison Wells)

Summary: Eobard comes to see Nina with good news, but all she has are bad news.

Note: If you want to know when I post new stuff, follow @unreliablesnakefics. If you want to read other parts of this series, check the #orlas tag.

Eobard had a big smile on his face when his eyes fell on her in the middle of the crowded bar, and before she could say anything, he closed the gap between them and kissed her gently, clearly taking his time and enjoying every moment of their reunion. He was in a good mood, better than he usually was in when they met for their monthly dates, and Nina suddenly felt guilty for what she was about to do tonight.

“It’s gonna be cruel, I know that, but it has to be done tonight. I can’t waste more time,” Harrison had told her on the phone earlier that day, seconds after he warned her about Eobard’s expected arrival in the afternoon.

So she was now sitting across from him in a secluded booth, nursing a cocktail that was too bright for her current mood, but since his boyfriend decided to pick her favorite, she didn’t complain, only flashed a thankful smile at him. Her foot was tapping furiously from the nervousness that took over her system, and it was hard to pay attention to the small talk he began with.

She knew he had something important to say, and she couldn’t help but wonder what it could be. His bright smile and generally happy attitude made her curious, which is exactly why she put her feelings aside for a second to focus on him. Nina reached out to put her hand on his and she even flashed a smile at him when he looked at her.

“Why don’t you tell me what got you this excited?” she asked him.

“I found him. I found out what time period the Flash is from,” Eobard replied with an incredulous laugh. “After all those trips, I finally found out, and you know what? I found him only a few years from now.”

That was good news. He had been trying to pinpoint his enemy’s location in the timeline for a while now, but knowing he finally succeeded made her proud. “Congratulations, I guess. What now?”

He intertwined his fingers with hers as he thought about the answer. “I need to find out who’s behind the mask. That’s gonna be a tough one,” he admitted, but she could tell he kept the second half of the sentence to himself so he wouldn’t sound too arrogant.

Nina let out a short laugh at this. “You’ll figure it out. If anyone, you can do it,” she told him with a reassuring smile.

“I know we can’t meet as often as we should, but I’m trying. When I travel in time, getting home is usually the tricky part, but I do my best to keep this relationship alive,” he told her, though she couldn’t really understand what it was all about. Eobard only stopped for a second to raise her hand he was holding and place a soft kiss on it. “I love you, Nina. I know you love me, I will never forget that, and I want you to know that I’ll always be there for you.”

It was strange. Eobard wasn’t the emotional type, something must have happened that made him say things like this. “What’s gotten into you?” she asked with a chuckle.

Eobard leaned back into his seat with a satisfied smirk on his face. “Nothing, I’m just in a good mood. Is it a crime?” She shook her head with a smile as she did the same. “I missed you, darling. I always miss you, especially when I go home alone,” he explained, his words only leaving more question marks behind.

“Then don’t go,” Nina said out of nowhere, going against everything Harrison had told her. She was supposed to break up seemingly, not ask him to stay with her.

“You know I can’t stay.”

It hurt her. Sure, she had his older version all to herself now, but that wasn’t the same. She wanted this version of Eobard, her boyfriend, the man who had saved her life a few months ago. She wanted to be selfish, a part of her wanted to ask for more of his time despite knowing full well he was busy trying to identify his greatest enemy.

Her phone buzzed on the table and she took a quick glance at the phone. It was a message from Harrison, he wanted to know if she had told him the news. With a groan, she turned off the screen and returned her attention to her boyfriend. But Eobard wasn’t stupid, he knew something was up.

He watched her with a raised eyebrow for a few seconds, but when he realized she wasn’t about to tell him, he leaned closer to ask, “Nina, what’s going on?”

“I need to tell you something,” she began hesitantly, having no idea where to begin. “We… I can’t be with you. Not publicly, I mean,” she quickly corrected herself when she saw the look on his face.

“What do you mean by we can’t be together publicly?” he asked, the anger in his voice easily detectable by now.

“You–an older version of you–told me I officially have to be with Harrison, not you. I’m just doing what you told me,” Nina added nervously.

Eobard took a deep breath then exhaled slowly as he thought about what to say next. It was clear he was mad, probably planning his escape from her by now, but he behaved because he wanted to know more. “Why would I believe that?” he asked.

“You told me that’s how you would react. You said something like you should trust me because I’m not Rose. Whatever that means,” she added.

He licked his lips as his hazel eyes were fixed on her. “Let me get this straight. My older version wants you to break up with me so you could date Wells? What’s in it for me?”

Nina shrugged. She wasn’t allowed to say more than this. “I have no idea. But I’m apparently allowed to see you in secret,” she pointed out.

The air was heavy with tension and she didn’t know what else to say. By now she knew how hot headed he could be, and hearing this must have been hard for his ego. Her heart was beating so fast she thought it would jump out of his ribcage as she waited for him to finally say something.

But he only shook his head and stormed out of the bar without saying anything. Nina let her forehead hit the table with a loud thud once he was gone, and it was a tough battle to fight back her tears. Her phone buzzed again. And again. It drew a groan out of her as she reached for the device and looked at the notifications.

Harrison was losing his patience at home. She sent him a text to calm him down, saying she would stop by later to tell him about this meeting, but he insisted on meeting her as soon as possible. So she collected her jacket and bag, then went outside to call a taxi. After the conversation with Eobard, the last thing she wanted was facing his other version.

Once she got out of the car in front of his house, she had to take a deep breath to convince herself to go inside. “I can do this,” she said to herself.

Harrison let her in through the gate without a question, and already waited for her at the front door with his arms folded over his chest. Nina stopped a few feet away from him, keeping a comfortable distance for now. The disappointment could be seen on his face, but there was something else too, something she couldn’t quite decode yet.

“How did it go?” he asked her softly.

“What do you think?” she snapped, surprising him with the reaction. “He just left. I don’t know where he went, for a moment I even thought of the possibility of him coming here to punch you or something.”

Silence fell between them but she wasn’t worried about it. For the first time since she had known him, silence felt nice. But then he ruined it by opening his arms and taking a step closer to her. “Come here, sweetheart.”

“You fucked everything up, Harrison. What if I never see him again?” she asked him worriedly, fighting back her tears for the second time in a matter of hours.

“You will. He loves you, Nina, he will always come back to you,” he assured her as he pulled her into a hug, but she couldn’t believe him. “Trust me, he’ll return. He just needs to calm down a bit first.”

[hjellacott]

Have I told you about my transman ex-boyfriend?

So a few years ago, I fell in love with (or so I thought) a woman. During the course of our relationship (on and off, often mere friendship, other times romantic/sexual), I began to notice he might not be a woman after all. I won't get into details as to what made me think so, but it had to do with things he said, feelings he had, and lifestyle decisions, amongst other reasons. Anyway. A few years after we first got together, during an off period of our relationship, in which we were still (and remain to this day) very close friends, he sought my help. He came out as he. Told me he was a transman. And suddenly, everything made sense.

I mean, I maintain that in my experience as a bisexual, I've never known someone, trans or not, who I couldn't tell their sex by their energy and their personality and other non-visual things. It happens to him as well, and like I mentioned in another post just now, it's something he's learned to accept and use to his advantage. He's got the female sensitivity, for example. The female understanding. And the knowledge you gain when for 20+ years you've done life as a woman. And when he dates women, they see and appreciate that. But at the same time, it made sense to me, right away, to see him as a man because in spite of the femaleness exuding from his pores, I suddenly looked back at our long relationship and saw many times in which he'd shown he felt at his best as a man, not as a woman.

I remember with certain heartbreak the first time he photoshoped himself with a beard and sent it to me asking "wouldn't I be so handsome?". The heartbreak comes from understanding the tremendous pain he was in. Because he was engaged to marry a lesbian who had no idea he saw himself as a trans man, and who really was NOT into men. Who told them, when he tentatively asked if she'd love him as a man that sure, she'd always love him, but wouldn't feel sexually attracted to him as a man. And he so desperately wanted to fully be a man, but he knew it'd cost the woman he loved. So he turned to me. And he asked me, would YOU find me sexually attractive as a man? (given I'm bisexual). You can imagine how bad I was feeling.

I had to really give this one a thought. I'd loved this person insanely for years. I'd been willing to sacrifice a lot for him. He'd been my first and wildest true love. And our continuous break-ups had really shattered my insides. But I had no wishes for him to keep hurting, and I knew he just needed someone to tell him he could still be attractive as a man. He'd been so successful living life as a woman, always getting a woman in bed with no effort, and sex was a huge part of his life, and he was very worried it'd all end. That no one would find him sexually attractive any more.

He never resented his fiancée. He understood she had no reason to find him attractive as a man, because he'd lived most of his life as a lesbian woman, and could easily put himself in her shoes. He knew that he'd probably be the same way if the situation was reversed and he told me so. And still expected me to answer him. To reassure him.

I broke it down in different questions. I said to him, would I love you? Well, your gender would not affect what I feel for you, but I can't love you any more, because that stopped a long time ago, because we had a relationship and it ended and you broke my heart. I can, however, love you as a friend, and that won't change.

Would I find you sexually attractive? Well. If you have a female physical body as you have had, of course, because that never stopped. Although I no longer am as into you now as I was when I loved you, but that's not affected by you being trans. And if you have a full physical transition, perhaps I'll still consider you very attractive, because I'm bi. I've no way to know for sure until it happens, but there's a good chance. But while you're transitioning, while you're in the middle... Perhaps I won't find you attractive, because I'm not pansexual. Because my libido does require certain physical characteristics for me to be into that, and if you're neither here not there, I can't promise you'll turn me on in the slightest.

But here's a thing, I added. I will always find you beautiful. You can't ask me if I'll love you or if I'd sleep with you, because we're exes, and is not appropriate. And the answer is very likely to become no either way, if we're not talking about a completely hypothetical situation, based on the fact that we're no longer together and I don't want us to be together again (regardless of whether you're trans or not). But I will always see the beauty in you. I will always value you. I will always appreciate you. I'll look at you and always see my best friend, who once meant everything to me, and who will forever remain a huge part of my life. And I believe your problem flirting after surgery will have more to do with your insecurity, than with anything else.

I told him, you've gotten used to being a very attractive woman, and to become a very attractive trans man, you'll need to work a bit. You'll need to get used to it. You'll need to find your confidence again. And until you do, I'll be happy to be your wingwoman. I'll go and tell the ladies about my incredibly kind, generous and loving trans man friend. Perhaps they won't be into you. Perhaps it won't even be related to you being trans. But I am sure there are millions of women out there who will be open to dating you. Perhaps they'll all be pansexual, or perhaps not. Doesn't matter. Because there's always someone for you out there. It has nothing to do with transphobia. It's all about knowing yourself and knowing when your body's suddenly gotten turned on by someone, or turned off... You might not be able to put a finger on what's done it, but something will do it.

I reminded my friend that no one could look into his gorgeous eyes and not want to at least have a drink with him. I reminded him that he's got a crazy attractive personality, and that that was the first thing that drew me to him, because back then, I wasn't accepting to the fact that I liked girls too. It took his wonderful personality to allow me to accept I was really into him as a woman. And I reminded him that he's always been fit, that girls dig fitness (many at least do), and that many girls dig scars as well, so they wouldn't mind about his surgical scars. And I reminded him that yes, he'd lose a fiancée, but he'd earn a best friend, because that woman loved him and would grieve their relationship and want him as a friend. I reminded him that the kids they had together would lose a second mum, but earn a second dad. That his mum would lose a daughter, and earn a son. And that regardless of the levels in which people were or weren't sexually attracted to him, those who loved him and cared about him would still do.

I'd love to tell you the story had a happy ending. Truth is, we haven't reached it yet. He's still struggling, still determined to have surgery, still dying to look in the mirror and see a beard, and short hair, and wear suits, and get rid of the breasts he hates. But I'm happy to say therapy is being insanely helpful. That he's happier. That he's hopeful. And that although he's still worried about how sexy he'll be... He at least knows he'll remain very much loved. And that he'll earn me as a wing woman and we'll laugh our arses off trying to get him a new girlfriend when the time is right. For now, he's still engaged. He's trying to figure out how to break his fiancée's heart, and how to be only her friend. He's still loving her, and she's still loving him. And for now, that's good enough. He understands no one should feel obligued to find him sexy as a trans man, that nobody owes him anything like that, and that lesbian women have every right to say no. And he understands that in a vast world, there is someone out there dying to meet him. And that when the match is right, things won't feel so tricky any more. And he's going to have a lot of help and support and love to help him get there.

[ducknotinarow]

2012 Rasey - Catch

| Send "Stumble" for your severely injured muse to fall into my muse's arms. send "Catch" for the reverse

What happens when you take a mutant trained in the art of ninjtsu, for protection or not, with a bad temper and bouts of rage? Tossed in with a reckless hotheaded human seeking out hunt down threats? You get the combination of two idiots willing to go and make the same possible dumb choice. Though some took it as the better option than either being left on their own. Thanks to Raphael's short fuse being easily lead into a fight he can't handle. And Casey's general lack of care for his own well being. Partnering them up? Made it so someone was there to care about Casey's well being and in the same vine have someone there to have Raphael's back in a fight no matter threat of it. So patrolling around the city was just the norm for the pair.

Often the firsts to have any kind of inkling when their long list of constant threats to be on the look out for showed their faces. Especially any with a connection to Shredder himself. Like Fish face and dog pound. Despite how many times they fumbled they were still trusted with some of the bulk of Shredder's plans. So the second Casey and Raph caught sight of them? Of course, they tailed after to see what they were up to. And as much as Raphael loved working along side Casey? They were no ninja and easily got found out.

"Oh great job klutz!" Raphael barked out towards Casey as they were in the middle of dealing with a few foot bots. Going all out on the buck of bolts as he torn a metal limb straight out from it's socket. And used it to hurl out towards another. Form and such meant nothing when it came to just taking out as many as he could. Half ignoring Casey's rebuttal do the whole klutz comment. When Raphael had to snap his full attention back into the fight, no long dealing with the robotic ninja's the foot didn't mind to spare so easily. Instead being face to face with Fish Face himself. Now Raphael was trying to be more cautious. They just needed to stall long enough for his brothers to get to them.

Unlike the bots Fish Face was maybe just as bad as Raph aiming to hit and make those hits count, even after their mutation they were still pretty deadly with the knife they preferred as a main weapon. Raphael wished that was all he had to worry about. Trying to hold their focus on him so to keep them all here long enough for the others to join up, well avoiding getting bitten. AGAIN! By Fish Face meant fighting in a way Raphael wasn't a fan of a focus on defense and it showed as his weakness. Once fish face was close enough he took a bite against his bicep and planted a metal foot against his plastron to knock him back.

"Hey you-you fucking...woah" Raphael was all to familiar with Fish Faces poison bite. Even if je was slowly building an intolerance to it, that fucking stuff still did a real number on you. As Raphael tried to scramble up to stand he felt light headed suddenly. Trying his best to follow after fish face and the foot bots still remaining only to stumble and sway with each step taken blanace was far off his legs felt like jello and he think he was? Oh no he was sure he was falling. Falling back into something just left Raphael to stand in confusion. Tilting back his head he tried to get a look at what was holding him. "It's too early for fuckin' Halloween." Raohael complained slightly trying to break out kfnthe hold from the cheap ass skeleton decoration he fall on top off. Only for it to start taking in a voice that belong to Casey? Raphael's arms were hooked by Casey's own arms as he tilted back his head angled back as he tried to understand who or what he was looking at. Feeling the hold on him losen as Casey moved to push his mask up.

"Oh," Raphael beak pulled into a soft smile, his tail unfurled as she allowed it to be slightly behind himself. His vision on Casey was nearly dreamy as he gazed uo at his boyfriend. "Is my prince coming to kiss his princess to break the cruse of the posion?" Raphael asked, uncaring for the fact that not only had he called himself a princess, but he also called Casey a prince. A low churr bubbled from the back of his thoart.

Arm lifted up to hold around Casey's shoulders slowly pulling himself up to his feet as he twisted around near about throwing his other arm around Casey so he could hold on to them and have a better look at Casey. Still lacking a sense of balance he leaned more in towards Casey than anything. Easily knocking them back till the pair fell into a pile of tangled limbs on the ground of the wear house. Raphael’s ears were deaf to anything Casey was saying right now only aware he had Casey below himself.

Green eyes stare turned softer a glint of list crossed over them as he stared down at Casey below himself. Tail wagged hard behind himself, the poison in system clearly was fulling in his blood stream at this point "Oh more than a kiss uh?" Raphael nearly purred when he spoke, lowering his head down to playfully and slowly lap his toung across the side of Casey neck. "I can work with that~ you know I can never get enough of how you moan for me after all" Raphael says before softly planting kisses to Casey's neck.

"You wanna be a good boy for me instead?" Luckily or not, depending on your perspective, Raphael heard the collective foots steps of his brothers and looked up at his brothers. But to his current state of mind? Raphael saw them as something else. As he lowered down and growled lowly above Casey. "Oh don't you even he's mine and you all know it!" Rapahel not leaving a moment for miss interpretation here on his own thoughts right now.

Leo just looked about done, as he looked down to Casey as if this was somehow the humans fault before he sighed and remarked about needing the anti venom to Donnie. As he then turned to Mikey to have go with him and try to catch up with Shrdders forces before they got away. Leaveing Raphael to contuine keeping graud over Casey as if his 'mate' were in risk of being taken from him. Giving warning growls the whole time.

[odoraful]

𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒

how do the l&ds boys act when they're driving with you? :)

content: headcanons, established relationship, boys being cute, fluff a/n: the way i was genuinely getting giggly writing this like the chokehold these men have on me,, i also hope that the gacha is kind to all rafayel enthusiasts who are pulling for his memory!

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⟡ ZAYNE

This man is an EXPERIENCED driver. 

Need to be dropped off somewhere? He’ll absolutely drive you when he can.

“But Zayne, it’s 20 minutes out of the way to Asko Hospital.” He folds his arms, a second passes as he tries to come up with a totally brilliant excuse as to wanting to spend as much time with you as he possibly can.  “I was planning on driving a more scenic route today anyway.” 

Finished a mission on the weekend and you’re too tired to go home on your own? He’s picking you up. There’s somehow always your favourite drink sitting in the cup holder waiting for you when you get in.

Drives with one hand on the wheel, the other on the arm rest, fingers lightly drumming against the padded surface. You felt weak in the knees the first time you saw it because it’s honestly so attractive?? He’s performed countless surgeries with extreme precision, so driving must be an effortless task for him. This doesn't go unnoticed by Zayne since he always senses you sneakily glancing over at his hands and forearms. 

Because of this, he now exclusively reverse parks with one hand for the sole purpose of impressing you. He leans super close to the passenger side to check the side mirror. It’s a largely exaggerated act since he has a reverse parking camera built-in his car that can easily help him. He just loves seeing you become so flustered and nervous at his closeness, suddenly interested in everything outside of the car that isn’t him.

⟡ RAFAYEL

Although he doesn't drive too much since Thomas often goes out to run errands for him so he can paint, driving is reserved for him to clear his head when he has an artistic block. Anything to keep his hands and mind occupied on something else. When that does happen, he’ll often ask for you to join him. 

A hundred percent giving you the passenger princess treatment! You two have a shared playlist so you can karaoke in the car together, he always makes sure the air conditioning temperature is adjusted just right so you’re not too hot or cold.

Rides with him are always fun, and you two can comfortably switch between light-hearted and deeper topics—the beautiful scenery in Whitesand Bay being the perfect background for these discussions about art and life.

When you need to get out of the car, he’ll firmly tell you to stay in your seat while he gets out first. You sit there a bit confused until you see him slide over the hood of the car, and rush to your door so he can open it for you and personally escort you out ♡

When you’re waiting for him to pick up your drinks, he’ll approach your open window and pretend to be a stranger trying to hit on you. 

“Hey there gorgeous, can I get your number?” You can’t stop laughing. “Rafayel! Just get in already!” “Oh? Who’s Rafayel? What a handsome name… No way, is he your boyfriend!? He must be lucky to have a person like you in his life.”

⟡ XAVIER

Xavier is honestly someone who doesn’t mind taking public transport or even walking to places he needs to get to. As long as he has you to accompany him, a walk to Twinkle Toys to play claw machines, or catching a train to go shopping in Azure Square sounds like a good plan to him. 

When he does need to drive, your safety is his number one priority!!

His hands are always at 10 and 2 on the wheel, he’s always checking his mirrors making sure there aren’t any hazards around. It's endearing to see him be so careful. When there are bad drivers that try to speed past or cut his car off, he’ll put an arm out in front of you as a protection so you don’t lurch forward in your seat.

“Are you alright?” He feels a twinge of panic. “That must’ve scared you, I’m sorry.” He shakes his head. “Seriously, it’s a miracle these people passed their driving test.” Does he realise some of the things he does feel straight out of a Linkon romance drama?! 

And don't worry, if you’re putting makeup on or doing your hair in the car, he’ll slow down and let you know if there’s a speed bump coming up so you don’t accidentally hurt yourself :(

Loves having plushies and cushions in the car! Customise his car to your heart's desire; he wants you to be as comfortable as possible (and also secretly likes showing off your shared prize wins to other hunters who carpool with him).

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[dreamescapeswriting]

Luck Is Finally Looking Up ~ MYG [Request]

⤜WORD COUNT: 4.1K

⤜PAIRING: Yoongi x Fem!Reader

⤜GENRE: mentions of a guy being a total creep, begging for your number, yoongi saves the day, photocard boyfriend aesthetic, first kiss, cute, fluffy, first date

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - July 2022

⤜MASTERLIST

Everyone knew that if you broke a mirror it was seven years of bad luck. Why though? Why was it always that and why did every believe it? You'd never been the suspicious one until now after everything had been going wrong for you. That morning you'd dropped your mirror on the floor and now you were paying the price for it. You'd googled everything you could to try and reverse the bad luck but it was no good, nothing seemed to reverse it. 

First, your car broke down, then it started raining on your walk to work and on your way home you got splashed by a cab. Now it was worse. You could feel something watching you. It had been happening since you'd walked out of the building, you could just feel eyes on you at all times.

You thought it was just your mind playing tricks on you but it wasn't. You knew that now since you could always feel it watching and waiting...never looking away from you. Whatever it was, was still following you now. You had no idea where you even were since every now and again you'd change the direction in which you were going so you didn't have to feel like you were being followed but it still happened. 

Whatever it was that was following you wasn't going to stop and you decided you needed to either confront it or turn around and head home. So you did, you turned around suddenly and came face to face with someone. A guy. He looked oddly familiar but you weren't able to place him from where you knew him.

"Whoa. Hi." He smiled shyly at you but you didn't let it slide, it was him that had been following you all afternoon. It was weird that he was following you and even weirder now that he was staring directly at you.

"Hi. Sorry. I have to go." You whispered trying to move past him but he stepped to the side and blocked your pathway, shaking his head at you.

"Wait! Can I get your number?" Your throat ran dry as you thought about some random guy asking for your number. There was no way you were going to give it out. 

"My number?" You did your best to sound confident even if you were shaking and nervous on the inside. There was hardly anybody in the street right now and you had no idea if you would be able to get away without him trying to start a fight.

"Yeah...You know...To talk?" He was so happy about asking you for his number, talking to you as if you knew him personally. 

"I'm sorry...I-I think you have me confused with somebody else." You smiled weakly, trying to play this off as a common mistake when you knew exactly that he had been following you. 

"No...No, you're Yn. I work in the department downstairs from yours. I'm Eric, I work in IT...I fixed your computer last week," You stared at him more and more creeped out by the second. Especially with the fact that he knew where you worked and knew your name.

"I have to go." You began backing up and into the closest cafe that you could find. Hoping that the guy would get the hint but he continued to follow you inside. Watching you as you headed to the counter, you took in a deep breath as you relaxed a little. The bell above the door hadn't signalled that he'd followed you inside so you were a little relieved that he hadn't tried to follow you again. Maybe you could just stay in here and wait him out until he left. 

"Hi...I need a table, I'm alone." You told the woman at the count with a smile who nodded and looked behind you as the bell sounded. She noticed your body tense up and began to nod at you, coming out from the counter.

"Right this way," You sighed in relief as she began to lead you toward a small section of tables, ignoring Eric as he kept his eyes trained on you the entire time. 

There was hardly anybody inside the small cafe, a few elderly ladies, an elderly couple and someone with their head down at the back of the cafe. It gave you a little comfort to know that if you were to yell out for help in here someone would help you, or at least be a witness to you hitting Eric if he tried anything stupid. 

"Thanks." You whispered sinking down into the chair and watching from a distance as Eric began to make his way over to your table, dismissing the worker who had told him not to go over to you. It wasn't as if she could ban him from the cafe or physically stop him unless he did something wrong.

"That was rude," He told you harshly as he stopped at the end of the table,

"And stalking me isn't?" Your mouth was going to get you into trouble, you knew better than to talk back to someone who was stalking you. You'd seen enough true crime to know better than this.

"I only asked for your number," He bit out roughly as you stared back at him. You just needed to pretend to be confident, that way he would leave you alone.

"You've been following me ever since I left work...Will you please, leave me alone." You begged a little, noticing the elderly ladies on a table near you beginning to turn and listen in on the conversation.

"That makes me sound like a creep. I just want your number."

"I don't have a phone." Your bad luck continued to roll in as your phone began to sound from inside of your pocket, you hated yourself for putting it on loud when you left work.

"Fuck," You hissed reaching into your pocket and sliding it out, quickly dismissing the call to your friend and praying that he would understand now that you simply didn't want to give him your number. That all you wanted to do was for him to leave you alone,  

"You're a liar. Just give me your number..." He trailed off slowly as he noticed something on the back of your phone. You knew one of these days the photocard you kept back there was going to pay off and you were now thanks to your friend that had gifted it to you.

It was a gift from a friend, a photo of Yoongi that actually looked as though it was a boyfriend photo. The classic "doesn't look posed" pose and you were now happy your luck began to look up.

"Is that your boyfriend?"

"Yes."  Maybe it was too quick to answer but you didn't care. The guy continued to stare down at your phone as if he didn't quite believe what you were saying was true.

"That looks a lot like...that guy," Your stomach sank as you shook your head, playing dumb as he continued to study the photo.

"What guy?"

"He's in that band?" He rolled his eyes trying to think of the name while you swallowed the lump in your throat praying that he wouldn't-

"You can't fool me that's Min yoongi," Too late. He'd already realised who was on your phone and you were more than likely going to be in more shit for lying to him. The guy had been following you for hours, who knew what he was going to do now? Cause a scene? Start yelling at you in public?

"Erm...Well," You felt yourself beginning to sweat as Eric got angrier at you for lying to him, his face turning red as he shook his head at you.

"You're a fucking lying little bitch! You're-" 

"Sorry I'm late babe," You frowned hearing someone speak from behind you before you felt a pair of lips touch the top of your head, your stomach flipped as you felt the contact.

"Babe?" Eric asked before you felt someone sitting down beside you, your eyes stared at him before you silently choked on your air supply.

This had to be some kind of joke. Maybe you'd slipped over and bashed your head and this was all some coma dream. There was no way Yoongi was sitting beside you and actually going along with everything right now. He looked better than ever, he'd been the one in the hoodie at the back of the cafe when you first walked in. What were the chances of that happening? 

"Yeah, I was working on something. I called but you didn't pick up, I'm sorry I'm late." Yoongi stared at you, hoping that he wasn't going too far with any of this but he could tell from the second you had walked into the cafe that you weren't comfortable. The moment he saw you walking in and shuddering when the guy walked over he knew he had to help you and this was the only way he knew how. Especially when you'd already said he was your boyfriend because of the photocard.

"I-"

"You're lying." Eric cut you off because you could even speak a word to Yoongi. Not that you were even sure you'd be able to, considering your bias had just kissed your head and you were freaking out on the inside.

"Lying?" Yoongi questioned slowly turning his head to look at Eric and frowning,

"You wouldn't date someone like her," Oh but it was okay for Eric to date you? What kind of logic was that?

"Excuse me?" You snapped angrily but Yoongi placed his hand on top of yours, running his fingers gently over your skin as he turned to look at you.

"He's lashing out because he's jealous," He whispered just low enough for you to hear, you relaxed a little when he rubbed his hand over yours.

"We're together, have been for, how long now?" Yoongi directed the question at you and you smiled,

"Six months," You answered with Yoongi smiling at you, he began slowly lifting your hand to his lips and kissing it softly. 

"I thought idols weren't allowed to date." Eric snapped bitterly, whatever his problem was it was clear he wasn't going to drop it just because you were "on a date" right now. 

"I can, I've been in the industry long enough." Yoongi shrugged, which was true. His dating ban had ended almost two years ago and he was free to date whoever he wanted, as long as it was in secret and didn't bring any bad publicity to the rest of his members.

"Strange though, how no one has caught you together." Eric gestured at you both and Yoongi shook his head, seeming to have an answer for everything that Eric was saying.

"Well, we're very good at hiding it." He smirked,

"Prove it. What's her name?" You swallowed the lump in your throat as Yoongi shrugged,

"Yn," How did he know that? You glanced down at your outfit and saw your badge that was around your neck and felt your body heating up a little.

"Last name?"

"So you can look her up? No thanks," Yoongi stared at you as you nervously played with your fingers. Yoongi hated the thought that Eric was creeping you out too much so he smiled and gently ran his hand over your skin, soothing it a little. 

"What's her favourite food?"

"It's a meal and it's kimchi jjigae because I cooked it for her on our first date," You stared at the side of Yoongis head in complete "Aw" of everything that he was saying and doing for you. Someone he didn't even know and he was coming up with a whole story so that you were able to be left alone. Not that he should have had to do that, Eric should have accepted no and moved away from you.

"What was your second date?"

"He took me to a fun fair, I won him a giant stuff cat that I insisted we call 'lil meow meow' and he hated it," You answered this time, trying to seem more and more confident with every passing second. If you were going to make up a story you at least wanted to get in on the fun.

"I accidentally threw it away," Yoongi whined at you, shaking his head.

"Oh please, it wasn't an accident, I know you gave it to Holly to ruin it on purpose." You pouted at him, as the speech came out as though it was completely natural and the truth between you both.

"You have no proof of that," Yoongi told you with a smirk, you rolled your eyes at him.

"I so do, you just don't want to listen to it." You giggled as Yoongi tickled your sides, Eric looked less than impressed to hear all of this from the both of you. 

"Right...How did you meet?" He asked. This time you stared at Yoongi and he smiled looking directly at you. It needed to be something nice and yet believable all at the same time, nothing that sounded as though it was from a movie.

"I saw Yn when we were in the market. She was walking around in her own world and I just...I think I fell in love with her right at that moment. The way her hair looked, the way she smiled at people in the booths...The way she laughed at something...She took my breath away." You felt your heart beginning to race as Yoongi continued to stare back into your eyes and smile warmly at you, 

"Even looking at her now, she makes me lose my words as no one else can," You whimpered a little as you felt his hand slowly touch your cheek, running his thumb along your bottom lip as the two of you seemed to forget that Eric was even there.

"That's cheesy, are all idols this cheesy? I thought it was all an act,"

"I thought IT guys being creeps was a stereotype," You counted before the guy began to walk away, sitting at a table and watching you both closely from his own table.

As soon as he was out of earshot you relaxed a little and let out a small sigh, rolling your head back against the seat. 

"I can't believe you did that for me," You laughed a little, turning to look back at Yoongi who was already watching you with a smile on his lips.

"Thanks for that, I'm sorry for ruining your afternoon," You apologised but Yoongi shook his head at you with a smile, ever since he'd gotten to sit beside you he hadn't been able to stop the smiles from crawling onto his face.

"Don't, it hasn't ruined my afternoon." He glanced over at his shoulder and back at you, the dude was still watching and honestly, it was starting to give Yoongi the creeps knowing that you'd been followed. 

"He's still watching, he doesn't believe us. It's better if I stay here," He said warmly, which he wasn't upset about in the slightest. You seemed like a warm and genuine person and he really wanted to get to know you a little more, even if it was only because someone was watching you.

"Here?"

"Yeah, pretending we're on a date. That way he can get the hint and leave you alone,"  He smiled and shrugged his shoulders, waving over the waitress who nodded at him and signalled that she would be right over.

"You don't have to do this, I'm sorry." You groaned, you couldn't believe you'd dragged someone like Yoongi into your mess.

"He's been following me all day. Ever since I left the work building. I can't believe it, I just know he's going to do the same tomorrow." You mumbled tiredly, smiling as Yoongi ordered you both something to drink before looking back at you.

"Some guys can't take a hint." He shook his head. It was wrong for someone in the world to have to feel as though they had to lie for someone else to take the word "no" seriously. It was even worse when that person continued not to believe them.

"Ugh, it's my fault,"

"Why?" Yoongi frowned, he couldn't imagine how having someone follow you could ever possibly be your fault. 

"I broke a mirror."

"So..." Yoongi trailed off, not completely following along with that logic.

"Seven years of bad luck." 

"I'm here, surely that's luck?" He laughed softly and you felt your body heat up at the idea of it. That was true, since Yoongi was sitting right in front of you that had to mean something you'd done to counteract the broken mirror had worked.  

"I guess...I mean, what are the chances of you being here and hearing about my secret relationship with you," You laughed softly and shook your head, remembering what had started this whole thing in the first place.

"The photocards can save lives," He laughs looking at your phone and seeing the photo, it was one he hadn't seen many people carrying before and he wasn't sure it was an official photocard. Maybe just a photo that had been printed out to be the same size as one.

"It's nice, I can take a better one though. More "boyfriend-like" if you want?" Your heart swelled and your eyes widened at the thought of it. It would be an incredible thing to have,

"You don't have to..."

"We can do it together then it wards off more creeps." You smiled brightly and nodded at him, moving closer as he took your phone and began to take a couple of photos. 

Once the photos were taken Yoongi handed you your phone back and looked at you, 

"So how did you break the mirror?" Yoongi asked with a small laugh,

"Oh god." You groaned, thinking back to what you had been doing mere moments before your bad luck had begun.

"What? Is he coming over?" Yoongi panicked glancing around but Eric was still sitting right where he was with his eyes on the two of you the whole time.

"No...No, it's just embarrassing," You mumbled, glancing at Yoongi as he smirked at you. If there was something he loved in the world it was hearing stories that people found embarrassing, sometimes they weren't and sometimes they were.

"Tell me," He urged with a chuckle, lifting his hot chocolate to his lips and taking a large gulp.

"Noooo," You laughed, shaking your head at him. There wasn't enough money in the world, or enough photo's of Yoongi that would ever make you admit what you'd done.

"I love embarrassing stories." You stared at him as he said this, thinking about it for a moment. He had saved you massively with Eric but it was far too much,

"I can't,"

"You tell me one and I'll tell you one that no one else knows," Yoongi suggested as he put his cup down, giving you his full attention as you whimpered a little.

"Really?" Yoongi was going to share something with you? Something he hadn't told ARMY?

"Sure, I trust you," Your heart fluttered at the thought of him trusting you, 

"Okay. I was-" You sighed a little, trying to gain confidence in telling him about it. You'd been dancing around in one of your shirts, blasting out Fake Love while busting out all of the moves.

"I was dancing around my room to-"

"One of our songs?" Yoongi's smirk grew wider as he imagined it in his head, it must have been one of the cutest moments in the entire world.

"And I bumped into the dressing table and-" You made cartoon noises of something falling and crashing to the floor. 

"Seven years of bad luck all coming at me at once." You mumbled dramatically,

"Really?"

"Yeah, my car broke down on me, it rained, I got splashed and then I had a stalker." You whispered pointing your hand in the direction of Eric and Yoongi smirked a little.

"But now...It's looking up." He gestured between you both as you smiled and nodded your head. That was true, everything seemed to be looking up now that he was with you.

"Your turn." You told him, lifting your drink to your lips and taking a large gulp.

"My turn?"

"Embarrassing story time," You reminded him and Yoongi scoffed shaking his head at you,

"Oh no, that wasn't embarrassing enough."

"It was too!" You yelled out a little too loudly before whimpering as people turned to look at you, 

"Was not." He whispered while jabbing your side a little,

"Yoongi," You whined as he chuckles softly. 

The two of you sat conversing for what felt like mere minutes but hours had gone by. You'd had a lot of hot drinks together and even a meal, all of which Yoongi had insisted on paying for and had urged on taking you home since the guy was still watching you.

"Thanks for everything," You said as you reached your front door, slowly unlocking it but not opening it yet. You felt as though if you opened it you were going to have to admit that this was over and you didn't want that,

"Anytime...I had a lot of fun," He said with a bright smile, you whimpered a little.

"You did?"

"Yeah, I mean...Fake dating you was really fun." He smiled at you, looking at you as he hoped you were going to agree with him. Ever since your time together he didn't want it to end yet and he was trying to come up with a way to ask you out again.

"For me too,"

"We should do it again." He suggested suddenly making you frown, fake dating again? Why? Was Eric still following you?

"Fake date again?" Yoongi bit down on his lip and shook his head, trying to think of a way to save the moment.

"No...I mean...Yeah but..." He stuttered and stumbled over his words, normally he was a pretty chill guy but right now he couldn't think of anything to say to you.

"On a real date...A real one."

"A real date?" You sounded so excited at the thought of it and it made Yoongi's chest swell up as he smiled down at you. At least you seemed as happy about this as he was.

"Yeah...If that's not weird or anything?" He questioned slowly, hoping that this wasn't going to creep you out.

"No...Not weird, I just, I never would have imagined something like this happening."

"Your luck is finally looking up," He smirked before kissing your forehead softly, your body tingled at the small interaction.

"H-He's not around, you don't have to do that," You whispered, trying to think of any reason why he would go out of his way to do that to you willingly.

"What if I want to kiss you?"

"You do?" You whispered as if you were so scared that speaking louder would somehow remind Yoongi about where he really was and this wasn't some dream or a movie he was in.

"I do."

"Oh." He smiled at you as he watched you get nervous, it was adorable to see you this way.

"I meant what I said to him." He said slowly as he took your hand into his, running his fingers along your hand.

"About what?" 

"That, Even looking at you now, you make me lose my words as no one else can." You whimpered a little as he brushed the back of his hand over your cheek gently. 

"Can I kiss you?" 

"Yes."  He smiled warmly before leaning down and connecting your lips together softly. Everything felt unreal as he pulled you into his arms, snaking one arm around your waist and dragging your body closer to his own. Fireworks exploded around you and Yoongi smiled. Going up and pretending to be your boyfriend was one of the best damn things that had happened. 

"And that's how I met your mother," Yoongi smirked at your kids before you smiled over at him. It was his favourite story to tell, he would tell it to everyone he could find.

"So you just pretended to be her boyfriend?" Your son asked with a frown, it was weird for them to hear this but Yoongi had been dying to tell the story since they had asked for one.

"Yep."

"Isn't that weird?" Your eldest daughter asked with a raised eyebrow,

"No...It happens in all those romance books you like."

"But that's fictional." He rolls his eyes as the kids rushed off to go and get ready for bed while you laughed a little.

"They don't understand true romance," You whispered, leaning down and kissing him deeply as he nodded at you, wrapping his arms around you as he bought you closer to him.

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◈ Part of the Resolution Revolution Collab hosted by @jimilter​ & @knjsnoona​ . ↳ AU/character trope: strangers to lovers, single parent, lives at the office ceo, struggling waitress

Prompt:  “So, how about you make me the first mistake of the year?”

→ pairing: ceo/dilf!seokjin x female reader → genre: a touch of angst, fluff, smut → au/trope: stranger to lovers, pwp, bad habits universe → summary: After getting ditched by your friends at a New Year’s Eve party, you and Seokjin decide it’s best to stick together—since neither of you are in the partying mood. You two may be from different worlds, but you have at least one thing in common. It’s been ages since you’ve had a decent hook up, so why not bring in the new year putting an end to your dry spell? There is one rule, however. When the morning comes, you both have to go separate ways—and carry on as if it never happened. → rating: 18+ → word count: 5k → warnings:  mentions alcohol, hookups, protected sex, face fucking, soft dom!jin...or maybe hard idk anymore lol, sub!reader, grinding, oral sex, biting, marking, scratching, dirty talk, throat fucking, light choking, gagging, impact play/slapping, rough sex, manhandling, hair pulling, reverse cowgirl, doggystyle, ass play, slight double penetration, pain kink, orgasm control/denial, breast play, light degradation, multiple orgasms, slight cockwarming, slight female masturbation, awkward morning after talk lol...i think that's all. please let me know if i missed something

→ a/n: It’s finally here!!!! I’ve procrastinated a lot with this but here it is. This is a little spin off to Bad Habits but it can be read alone. Thank you Isi @raplinesmoon​ for looking over this for me; I really appreciate it!! Thanks to Ash and Amelia for hosting! Love y’all!!

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Every single time.

These parties always result in the same outcome. Your best friend always gets drunk and sneaks off with her asshole ex-boyfriend. Sure, they’re all laughs and giggles now but in the morning, the both of them will be torn up over each other. It’s how they play; they fuck then they argue. Whoever says the most hurtful shit to the other, wins this round. 

As if you don’t have your own problems to deal with right now, you sure as hell don’t need to be caught in the middle of their shit. You’re dreading tomorrow, and you curse yourself for not finding Hoseok fast enough. He was supposed to be your scapegoat for tonight, but now he’s too busy shoving his tongue in some—

“Looking for someone worth your time?”

When a voice suddenly grabs your attention, your head snaps towards its owner. How you managed to not notice the tall handsome guy standing next to you will forever be a mystery. He sticks out like a sore thumb. 

From his professionally styled dark hair down to his tailored suit and expensive shoes, the man reeks of wealth and power. Although, you can’t help but find his face to be—familiar?

“Staring is rude, sweetheart. Has anyone ever told you that?” His confidence is as dominant as his Sauvage Dior cologne. A scent you only know of because your favorite customer wears it daily.

“I–uhh…”

He’s a cocky rich business man with a wife and kids; you can only assume the gentleman in front of you is the same. So why aren’t you heading in the opposite direction already? You look like an idiot just standing here, gawking over a complete stranger. 

“I-I’m sorry. I was just looking for a friend—”

“Seokjin.”

“Excuse me?” You’re taken aback by his rude interruption, as if you asked him for his name in the first place. 

“My name. It’s Seokjin. In case you ever want to say hello.” He turns to you, folding his arms as he casually leans against the wall. “You’re Taehyung’s friend, right? I remember you coming over to my parents’ place when we were kids.”

You thought he resembled someone you knew, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. Your friend Taehyung used to always invite everyone over to his father’s colleague's house to swim. The couple who owned the mansion did have a son but you’ve only met him twice.

“Wait. You’re Mr. Kim’s kid?” 

The man shakes his head, chuckling softly to himself like he just heard an inside joke.

“Not anymore, sweetheart. I am Mr. Kim.” His eyes twinkle with amusement. 

You should slap yourself for allowing a random guy to get a reaction out of you. His ego is already through the roof and you’re only fueling it with the attention you’re giving him.

“That’s good for you. Well it’s nice meeting you, Mr. Kim.” Before you can depart, a hand grabs your arm. 

“Hey, wait a second.” Seokjin pulls you back to where you’re standing, granting himself a nasty scoff from you.

“I don’t care who you think you are but do not ever touch me,” you warn him, and his hands raise in defeat.

“Sorry, I just figured you were bored with all of this. I was going to offer an alternative.” His smirk screams bad decisions, but his eyes are enticing.

Unfortunately for him, you aren’t going to be his easy lay for tonight and he’ll have to go try the whole “sleep with me because I have money” plan on someone else wasted enough to fall for it.

“An alternative?” you repeat. Seokjin nods, resuming his position near the wall. The lopsided smile on his face is still present, letting you know he’s not giving up without a fight. “Let me guess…”

You mimic his stance, leaning all of your weight on the wall as you stand in front of him. It’s only then when you realize how tall he is compared to you. He seems to be having the same revelation as his eyes begin to examine you thoroughly. This dress cost you more than you wanted it to so you’ll look past him boldly checking you out for now. At least you look good in it, right?

“...you want to take me up to one of the guest rooms then fuck me until I pass out and forget who you are and how I ended up there?” you predict.

He seems a bit offended by your assumption but you know it’s an act. Guys like him don’t have feelings.

“Do I seem like that kind of guy?”

“Do I look like that kind of girl?” you challenge.

He moves closer, leaning in so far that he invades your personal space. You won’t lie and say your heart rate didn’t pick up a bit. His eyes linger on your throat as you gulp due the intensity of his stare. You’re taken over completely by the dominance that oozes from his body. It penetrates your skin, leaving a hint of desire coursing through your bloodstream. He’s hot, without a doubt. But is he worth it?

“I asked you first, sweetheart.”

When he finally says something, you snap out of your thoughts. Looking up at him, you’re amazed by his handsome features. He looks ethereal compared to most guys you’ve met. It makes you wonder why he’s here in the first place, and why is he talking to someone like you. Surely, there are more suitable women at this party. 

“Tell me. Do I look like someone who likes to hookup at parties?” His body shifts and corners you. 

Your back now faces the wall and he towers over you, waiting for a response that you’re struggling to come up with. His presence alone is enough to make your legs tremble slightly, but the intensity of his stare gives you goosebumps. He notices how your demeanor has changed, and your body’s reaction to his closeness seems to excite him. “Are you going to leave me waiting for an answer, sweetheart? That’s not nice at all.”

You clear your throat, attempting to regain your composure but you fail when he places his hand on the wall, only inches away from your head. You look to your left and the first thing you notice is the Rolex on his wrist. You’ve seen hundreds in your line of work but this one exceeds them all. 

From there you follow the thick veins that branch out along his large hand, and once your eyes reach the long slender digits that are well groomed and manicured to perfection, your mouth begins to move without much thought.

“No. I guess you don’t look like the type. My mistake.” Your attention is brought back to him when his other hand gently turns your head in his direction.

His lips quirk slightly with a soft scoff, barely audible over the upbeat music blasting through the speakers. You somehow get lost in the way his tongue darts out to moisten his lips. They’re so soft and delicate—two pink pillows of perfection. You wonder if they feel as good as they look.

“What’s on your mind, sweetheart?”

“Huh? Oh-Nothing. I was just—”

“Thinking about sitting on my face?” Seokjin’s interruption leaves you speechless and your mouth silently falls open. He casually retracts from you and rests his frame on the wall beside you, looking at the partygoers like the conversation you’re having is as innocent as chatting about the weather. “You could, you know? I’d let you.”

His head lolls to the side so he can look at you. You’re frozen in the moment. You knew he was bold but damn. No one has ever.

“You’d have to work hard for that seat, though. And I don’t think you have it in you,” he adds.

“You’re crazy,” you laugh dryly, believing he’s just joking. When your head turns towards him, you find him already looking at you.

“No, I’m horny, and you are too.”

“What makes you think that?” Your arms fold at your chest and you face him, trying to appear annoyed.

“Because…” Seokjin mimics your actions and shifts his position. “You’re still here and you’re still talking to me. You wouldn’t be if you were uncomfortable or weren’t considering leaving with me.”

He does have a point. Most guys don’t get five seconds of your time and you’ve been chatting here with him for quite a while. Your friends would be proud of you, but you aren’t sure you want to take things further. Hooking up with strangers isn’t really your thing.

“Why would I leave here with someone I barely know?” you challenge.

“The same reason I’m inviting someone I barely know into my home. I trust you, sweetheart. What can I do to get you to trust me?”

He has your tongue tied for a brief moment, but you’re quick to recover. “Buy me diamonds.”

“Is it really that easy, sweetheart?”

“No. But it buys me enough time to ditch you,” you retort.

Seokjin chuckles, clutching his stomach. “Damn, you sure can crack a whip.”

“If that’s what you’re into.” You roll your eyes.

Seokjin nods his head and slips his hand in his pants pocket. You’re secretly eyeing his movements, trying to figure him out but he just keeps surprising you.

“Look, you know me. I’m Seokjin; the divorced, single father of three version,” he announces, giving a small smile as a peace offering. “I own half the buildings downtown and I’ve got a place not too far from here. I’m not looking for anything serious right now, but my friends say a little bit of fun wouldn’t kill me.”

“We really do have the same friends,” you scoff, thinking about your best friend’s words from earlier. “I guess we both are in desperate need of getting laid, huh?”

“Hell, yeah,” he agrees, coming closer and towering over you. He tucks some hair behind your ear and provides a devilish smirk. 

“I think hooking up is a horrible idea.” You look at the crowd to distract yourself from his handsome features but he redirects your attention back to his face by lifting your chin.

“Is that how you feel or is that what you think?” he quizzes and you shrug.

You feel like you can be honest with him, so you do. “I’ve played by my rules for so long, you know?...Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I broke them.”

The way his strong arm wraps around your waist makes your legs tremble and his intense gaze makes you want to squirm in your panties. He’s so hot, so sexy and enticing. You can no longer resist.

“So, how about you make me the first mistake of the year?”

Your mind replays his words about a million times before you answer, and even you are surprised by your response.

“Fuck it.” Seokjin blinks a few times, trying to make sure he heard you correctly. “Let’s go.”

You make an attempt to pull away, but his hold strengthens slightly. “I have a rule, though.”

“Okay…What is it?” The annoyance in your tone is only fueled by eagerness. You’re about ready to rip his clothes off right here.

“No strings attached. Tomorrow, it never happened?” 

You couldn’t agree more. In fact, you plan to be gone before he wakes up to save yourself from the walk of shame.

“Deal.”

Seokjin then escorts you out of the party, leaving behind a bunch of curious eyes and hushed whispers.

The icy comforter splayed over Seokjin’s bed feels heavenly against your skin. The heat radiating from your body is driven by nothing but lust. You would think the moisture of Seokjin’s plush lips would offer some relief. However, they only fuel the burning desire deep within your core. 

He’s stripped you down to nothing, but most of his clothing still remains. You want, no, you need him to get rid of the damn things—and soon.

“Take these off,” you plead, tugging at the red fabric of his shirt. Seokjin ignores you, and continues marking your skin with his teeth. You’ll find a trail of bruised flesh along your neck and chest tomorrow, but right now you cannot find a care. “I want to feel you.”

He reluctantly pulls away and positions himself on his knees, resting your bottom on his lap while he undresses. Slowly, he snaps the buttons of his shirt one by one as he stares down at you. Seokjin’s eyes are drunk with lust, and all you can see in his dark orbs is a small glimmer from the moonlight shining in his master bedroom. 

“Funny how an hour ago you didn’t want me to touch you, and now you’re cunt’s chasing my cock.” You follow his eyes to where your bodies meet and notice how your lower body unconsciously grinds against him.

You sink into the mattress, attempting to hide your embarrassment by looking away. 

“Hey,” he whispers ever so gently when he’s back on top of you. His lips are pressed against the shell of your ear, giving you tingles  and leaving you no choice but to look his way. “You’re good. At least I know you want me as badly as I want you.”

Seokjin kisses your lips, getting you back in the groove and taking your mind away from all your worries. His strong grip guides your hips to create the same movement from before while you work to lift his tee shirt. You pull him closer, smiling when his sculpted abs come in contact with your body. 

You both shift and maneuver to take it off and once it’s discarded, you’re able to examine what was hiding under his expensive clothing. You know what they say, a king must wear the finest threads. Not only is he handsome; he’s a masterpiece—from his smooth skin to his muscular frame.

“While I’m getting these off, do me a favor and grab us a few condoms from the nightstand, sweetheart,” he tells you, climbing off the bed to remove his pants.

“How many rounds are we going?” you inquire, pulling the foiled wrappers from the box. There’s only about four in there so you just take the entire strip. Before you can turn to him, he steps behind you and wraps his arm around your waist.

“As many as you can handle.” His nose nuzzles in your hair and he grabs the condoms from your hand.

He’s completely naked. You can feel the tip of his cock brush against your back; now your curiosity is running wild.

“My stamina’s pretty high,” you answer, turning to explore his body. Your eyes travel directly to his dick, and what you discover leaves you salivating. “Oh my god.”

Your hand immediately reaches out to touch it. The smooth silky texture mixed with the pulsing heat feels heavenly in your palm. You give it a few strokes and watch the precum ooze to the surface. Seokjin’s mouth opens to protest when you drop to your knees, but any fight he has gets robbed with one kitten lick up his leaking slit.

His arousal gathers on your tongue, and you purposefully stick it out to show him everything you’ve collected before you swallow it down. You repeat the action, but this time you venture further and drag your wet muscle along his entire length. He curses and tucks his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Is that how it’s going to be, baby? You’re going to be a little tease?” Seokjin sighs as he runs a hand through his dark strands. “And here I am trying to play nice tonight…”

He grabs your hair and snatches your head away from him, making you look up at his handsome features. His right hand holds his dick and he uses its girth to slap your cheek.

“Open your fucking mouth, and hurry up about it,” he orders. Seokjin does not give you a second after your lips spread wide enough to accommodate him before he positions himself at your opening and thrusts deeply.

Your body reacts quickly, relaxing your jaw to allow a clear passage to the back of your throat. He shoves as much inside of you as he can before he pulls out and slams into you again, making his heavy sac slap your chin due to the impact. You try to keep your focus on him but eventually your eyes begin to roll back.

A familiar tightness forms in your gut, indicating you’re heading straight towards an orgasmic high and you have no clue of what triggered it. Seokjin grunts are almost as loud as the lewd noises emitting from your throat each time he hits your uvula. 

You look at him with pleading eyes while your fingers eagerly plunge into your pussy. Now the squelching of your slick fills the room, and Seokjin’s cock twitches inside of your mouth. He quickly pulls out, much to your dismay.

“But we were close,” you whine as he pulls you up by your hair and roughly tosses you on the bed.

“I don’t care. All fours, sweetheart. Let’s go.” Seokjin crawls on the bed behind you, tearing one of the condom wrappers with his teeth. When he’s done rolling it on, he looks at you with confusion. “Something wrong?”

He notices you haven’t moved, and he’s displeased by your disobedience.

“I wanna ride you,” you respond. He seems taken aback by your response, but doesn’t say anything and your nerves eat at you again. “If that’s okay,” you add.

He ponders over the theory but ultimately crawls towards the pillows and lies on his back. 

“I must really like you. Hop on it, sweetheart.”  You straddle him, reverse cowgirl style, and he’s quick to slap your ass and grab handfuls of the supple flesh. “That’s what I’m talking about. Show me how this pussy takes my cock.”

Seokjin holds his length in his hand and waits for you to sink on it. You take your time and lower yourself so he doesn’t stretch you too quickly. Inch after inch is filled with a burning pleasure that penetrates deep inside of you and you’re moaning before you’ve even started moving.

“Seokjin,” you call his name while you’re gently rocking back and forth, testing the waters and getting familiar with him.

“What is it, sweetheart?” he whispers, kneading your globes with his large hand.

“You feel so good.” Your back arches when his finger runs down your spine and ventures between your cheeks, probing at your back entrance with little pressure. You roll your hips, finding the rhythm that works for the both of you before you begin to bounce on his throbbing shaft. “You’re so big, so fucking deep.”

“Oh, yeah?” His thumb continues to tease your rim while his other fingers hook around your hips, guiding you back on his finger but never pushing it into your clenching hole. “You feel good too, baby. You’re squeezing the hell out of me.”

Your movements start to pick up with his encouragement and you’re very aware of how his finger presses harder at your entrance each time you come down on him. Your body craves to be filled in every possible way and you aren’t sure if he’s just teasing or trying to be gentle with you.

“Seokjin, please. Just do it already. I’m into that,” you moan breathlessly. His thumb gathers some of your sticky juices and travels back to your entrance before he slowly intrudes.

Your cries become louder, probably disturbing the surrounding neighborhood but Seokjin doesn’t attempt to shut you up. The new feeling is so intense, you have to dig your nails in his thighs to prevent yourself from floating away. 

His other hand then slaps your ass, snapping you back to reality with his harsh tone.

“Faster. Harder. Ride this dick like you love it, sweetheart.” Seokjin starts moving his finger in and out of you at the same pace you’re riding him, and you meet every single one of his strokes when you come down. “...because we already know you do. Don’t you?”

Your tits bounce wildly and you reach up to hold them to get them under control. However, Seokjin has other plans.

“Answer me!”

He delivers another blow to your bottom, making you hiss and arch into his touch. His finger slips out of your rear and both his hands grip your waist. You squeak when he suddenly sits up and guides you forward.

“Don’t you hear me talking to you? Speak up, whore!” Seokjin slams into you and continues pounding you like he never stopped. You’re on your stomach, gripping the sheets to brace yourself for each thrust. 

“Seokjin!” you moan his name when the grasp he has on your hair strengthens.

“Oh, you like that, huh? You wanna get treated like a whore.” 

He lifts your hips and pushes your face down, muffling your cries. You can feel the muscles in your stomach beginning to tighten due Seokjin repeatedly hitting your g-spot. The pain and pleasure combined is too much for you to handle and you call out a warning to let him know you’re nearing your release. However, Seokjin has other plans.

“You better hold it.” 

He pulls out and quickly flips you over, spreading your legs wide enough to fit himself in between. Your disappointed whimpers are silenced by his soft lips pressed against yours and the feeling of his cock stretching you open once more. “Look at me when you come, so you can remember who gave you the best fuck of your life.”

Seokjin then pulls out and slams into your center, penetrating deep into your womb. You both look down to watch the blunt tip of his cock bulging in your belly. The air is knocked right out of you and you’re left gasping after he wraps those slender fingers around your throat.

“I-I...I don’t t-think I can hold it,” you inform but he ignores you.

“Of course, you can, whore. This is probably the only thing you can do right. Lie on your back and take cock like a good little slut.” 

You start seeing stars when his other hand reaches forward and pinches your sensitive nipple. The sting travels through your entire body, but is quickly washed away with euphoria. The satisfied noises leaving your lips makes him do it once again, but this time to the other one, and your back arches off the bed.

“Now, you’re just trying to get me to fall in love,” he comments, picking up the pace of his movements. There’s motivation and drive in his powerful thrusts, indicating he’s also close to his orgasm. “Come on…”

He slaps your breast and squeezes your throat. “Tell me how good this dick is. I wanna hear how much you like it,” he says, lifting your leg to put it over his shoulder.

You stare into his eyes as his face comes only inches away from yours. The strength in his forearms is the only thing preventing him from crushing you.

“It feels so good, Seokjin,” you whisper.

“Yeah?” He slams into you and stills. You can feel his cock twitching inside of you.

You nod. “The best. I’ve never had better.”

“What a shame.” Without another word, he begins chasing his high. You aren’t too far behind so by the time he’s squirting his load into the condom, you’re vigorously rubbing your clit and milking him of every ounce of his cum. “Goddamn, this pussy is fucking heaven.”

Your orgasm intensifies his sensitivity, and his nails dig into your thighs when your walls contort around his pulsing length. You fall limp once you’ve calmed down and Seokjin repositions you so you can lie on the pillows.

“Do you need anything?...You can shower if you want,” he offers, peeling off the condom and tossing it in the trash bin.

“That’d be great, but I'd rather wait until after,” you answer.

He pauses. “After, what?”

You prop yourself on your elbows and smirk at the way his eyes can’t stop staring at your naked body. 

“I mean…I’m not tired, Seokjin.”

He smiles. “That’s great, sweetheart. But—ohh.”

Realization hits him when you point at the unused condoms.

“Unless you’re tired. I understand if you…can’t keep up,” you giggle. A growl erupts from his throat and he pounces on you in a split second.

“You really wanna taunt me like that? Because I can easily make you tap out,” he threatens.

You stare up at him with mischief dancing across your features.

“Prove it.”

And he does. You don’t even remember falling asleep or him pulling the covers over you. It isn’t until the morning sunshine and early birds distant chirping awaken you from your slumber that you realize you've spent the night at Seokjin’s place.

An arm is draped over your body and his firm chest is pressed against your back. You try to think of a strategy to slip away but panic sets in when your best friend’s number appears across your screen. Last night she was with Yoongi and your mind travels to the worst. There’s no choice but to reach out and grab it from the nightstand so the vibrations don’t wake him up.

After unlocking it, you find about 15 missed calls and over 30 text messages from her and several other people.

Bestie: …hey! don’t worry about me. Yoongi and i talked. we’re good

Bestie: tell you about it later?

Hana: girl!!!! DID YOU JUST WALK OUT OF HERE WITH SEOKJIN!!!

Hana: i’m so proud of you bitch!! go get that rich daddy dick!!!

Bestie: jimin told yoongi that Seokjin took you home! I need every fucking detail!

Bestie: omgeeee…no response? you’re totally getting dicked down rn!! 

Bestie: yoongi said he’ll pay you to slip seokjin’s waffle maker in your purse on your way out!!!

Bestie: i’m gonna sleep now before we soil the sheets anymore. but i’m so happy for you. You deserve to have some fun…love you much!!!

Before you can cringe anymore, you lock your phone and prepare to sneak out without waking the man behind you. Unfortunately, that plan fails.

“Fans of yours?”

God, why is his sleepy voice so sexy? You set your phone back on the table and sit up so you can lean against the headboard.

“Uhh, more like a clown posse,” you laugh awkwardly. You shift so you can see the wall clock. When you notice that it’s past 9 am, you start peeling back the covers. You should leave soon since you have work at 1 today.

However, Seokjin grabs your waist before you can swing your legs out of bed.

“Stay a little longer. Let me make you something to eat before you go,” he offers.

You shake your head. “That’s okay. I have work today and I better leave now if I don’t want to be late.”

“How are you getting home? Let me drive you and I’ll treat you to coffee or breakfast—”

“That’s okay, Seokjin. Thank you, but it’s easier for me if I just leave on my own. I’m not used to hooking up with people so my anxiety is pretty high right now.”

Seokjin doesn’t say anything at first, but still pulls you closer. To your surprise, you allow him to wrap his arms around you and soothe you through your worries.

“...About that stuff we talked about at the party. I was wondering if we could negotiate.” 

“What do you mean?” Your question is followed by silence. Seokjin thinks over his words before he speaks, and you wait as patiently as you can.

Ultimately, he sighs and says what’s on his mind.

“I want to offer you a job,” he confesses.

“I’m not a sugar baby or a prostitute.” You give him a stern look and his eyes widen.

“No, no! That’s not what I meant, sweetheart.” He sits up immediately and turns his body towards you. “Listen, I know you’re struggling with some things; I’ve seen my share of people down on their luck.”

You scoff. “Is it that obvious?”

“You were at a party with your calculator open, sweetheart. I’m sure you weren’t tallying Jimin’s bottles,” Seokjin jokes.

Both of you share a laugh and you notice his windshield wiper squeaks for the first time. It’s cute and you can tell he’s a humorous person. His kids probably never have a dull moment with him. 

Silence follows soon after until Seokjin clears his throat. “I have some business out of the country I need to take care of but I still have packages and shipments coming here. I was going to have my assistant check here everyday, but she has enough on her plate.”

“I see.”

“Mmhm…Anyway, I was wondering if you’d be interested in living here for a year? I’d pay you well. There’s no rent and I’ll provide all necessities. You can still keep your job if you want and save up since you won’t have any bills. If you need time to think—”

“I’ll do it.”

“Really?” Disbelief is written all over his face. “I thought I’d have to beg.”

You shake your head. “Last night, I took a leap and trusted my gut. I’m going to give it another try.”

“And what did it tell you?”

You look over at him.

“...Whatever I choose, my fate has already been decided. Might as well live for the moment.”

“Interesting…” Seokjin traces circles on your thigh absentmindedly while he speaks to you. “And what did your gut have to say last night while I was inside of you?”

You sigh. “I don’t know, Seokjin…”

You’re on top of him before he can even react, but he recovers quickly by grabbing your ass.

“...Maybe we should ask it again.”

[caitimetravels]

she's insignificant

chapter 10: where you've gone

the umbrella academy x (fem) reader

disclaimer: i do not own the plot/storyline of the netflix tv series and i do not own the umbrella academy characters.

warnings: none

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with a sigh, y/n stood. five was still writing away behind her on the walls non-stop. she didn't dare interrupt him, simply leaving. she would be back anyways. all she needed was a nice walk. 

as she wandered down the street with no destination in mind she spaced out, eyes trained on her feet. suddenly someone knocked her shoulder and brought her back to reality. she raised her head, hoping they weren't someone looking to start a fight or argue with her.

"y/n?" instead she was met with allison. her technically older sister seemed frustrated.

"allison? are you okay?" y/n's eyebrows furrowed, looking up at the curly haired woman. 

"yeah.. i think so" she frowned, "i'm worried about vanya. she won't listen to me but her boyfriend, whoever he is.. i think he's dangerous. i couldn't find anything about him-"

"you went searching for his records?" y/n pulled back in disbelief, "allison! you know vanya doesn't like-"

"i know, she already got angry with me" allison sighed, shaking her head.

"why would you do that?" y/n tilted her head up at her, eyes narrowing incredulously. "where are you even going?"

"well, i found his address. i was going to see if anything's weird.." she earned a disapproving look, "i can't just sit around and do nothing y/n! please, help me, for vanya?"

y/n's expression only darkened, "why are you trying to ruin one of the only good things in her life?! she deserves to be happy for once and im not going to help you take that away from her!" she begun to shout, freezing as she realised her powers were getting out of control in the middle of the street. "just.. leave them alone!" 

she took off, hoping to get away, she needed to get away.

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as the sweet melody came to soft halt y/n smiled up at her sister. vanya donned a similar grin, placing her violin down and joining y/n on the floor, cross legged and leaning back against her bed.

"one day, you're going to be amazing, v" y/n mumbled quietly, looking like she was in a slight daze, "more amazing than you are now.. you're going to be a famous violinist, i can see it now. 'vanya hargreeves, the world's best violinist'" 

vanya softly nudged her shoulder, shaking her head. "no way, the world? c'mon" 

"i'm serious!" y/n was adamant, sitting up straighter to see her better, "you're gonna be so cool! and everyone here is going to see you and say 'damn, wish i had seen how awesome our sister was back then' and you're going to have lots of fans!"

vanya snorted, shyly brushing her long hair to the side, "yeah, right"

".. you won't forget me when you're famous, right?" y/n leaned back against the bed to avoid direct eye contact, her voice was much softer now. "don't forget me.. okay?" she nervously side eyed her sister, trying to gauge her reaction.

"i could never" vanya shook her head, leaning into the h/c haired girl. both of them shared small content grins.

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as she walked upstairs to five's room she heard a commotion, hopefully he hadn't gotten into a fight with one of their siblings again, right?

wrong.

"put her down" five snarled, holding a gun up to luther who held dolores' body out the window. y/n grinned at the sight, highly amused. who would have thought luther would ever threaten someone? well, y'know excluding their missions.. but five nonetheless? she leaned casually against the doorway, arms crossing and waiting for them to sort out whatever issue she walked in on.

"put the gun down, you're not killing anyone today. i know she's important to you so don't make me do this" luther paused, waiting to see what five would do. "it's either her or the gun.. you decide"

eventually five did decide that dolores was more important and dropped the gun before spacial jumping to catch dolores before she could fall. not that much damage would have occurred to the mannequin anyways, maybe a few scratches.

"i can keep doing this all day" luther spoke triumphantly, now holding the gun at his side. y/n snorted, catching their attention.

"you're such children" both glared at her in response, "c'mon, surely you have a better plan than whatever ended up in this-" she gestured vaguely between them, "squabble"

"we did not squabble" five hissed, placing dolores down and straightening his jacket. "but yes, i do have a one other plan" 

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the three of them, five, luther and y/n, drove down an empty road before slowing to a stop. five unbuckled his seatbelt and sighed, looking around.

"you know, i never enjoyed it" he started and luther turned to him in confusion.

"what?"

"the killing. i mean i was- i was good at my work and i took pride in it but it never gave me pleasure" he took a deep breath, "i think it was all those years alone. solitude can do funny things to the mind"

"yeah well, you were gone for such a long time.. i only spent four years on the moon but that was more than enough. it's the being alone that breaks you" luther placed a hand on the briefcase, "you think they'll buy it?"

"well, what i do know is that they're desperate. it's like a cop losing his gun" he alluded, "if the commission finds out they'll be in deep shit, well not to mention that they'll be stuck here until they get it back"

"i should hold onto it" luther suggested, patting it with one hand.

"hm?" five's eyebrows furrowed,

"incase they make a move on you" he added to explain his point.

"okay, luther.. but be careful. i've lived a long life but.. you're still a young man, you've got your whole life ahead of you. don't waste it" y/n snorted and five turned to her, unamused.

"what?" they stared at each other for a moment before five shook his head, looking away with a small smile.

suddenly a car began to drive towards them and they all made to get out of the car. "here we go" five sighed again, he was doing that a lot, y/n realised.

the car continued to drive past them, stopping a few metres away.

"if this all goes sideways.. do me a favour and tell dolores i'm sorry" five turned to luther who nodded slowly.

as five walked away from them y/n leaned back against the car.

"i have a bad feeling about this" she nervously picked at her nails and luther frowned, looking over at her.

"why? what's wrong?"

"that.. i don't know yet" she looked down the road, "i just.. feel like something's off" she shook her head as five walked back, leaning next to her.

luther stepped forwards a bit, "what happens now?"

"now we wait" 

barely a moment later they heard the music of an ice cream truck. y/n squinted against the sun and wind, trying to work out who it was. she took a moment to focus, sensing klaus, diego and ben. uh oh.

as the car got closer luther turned to five, "is that her?"

"luther, you idiot" y/n shook her head, "it's klaus and diego" right on time klaus waved to them as they passed.

the two assassins begun shooting, thinking it was a set up and y/n raised her arms to cover her head as luther stepped in front of her and five to block any shots.

suddenly time stopped.. well, only for five.

he frowned down at y/n next to him, the girl cowering in on herself. he felt bad for bringing her into something like this but she was very persistent.

he slowly stepped under luther's arm, looking at everyone frozen in slight confusion.

"neat trick, isn't it?" a feminine voice called out behind him and he turned to face the woman he had asked to see. the handler. she stared at him, pulling the veil over her face up and onto her hat instead before pulling her sunglasses off.

"hello, five" she smiled, "you look good.. all things considered" she softly gestured to all of him.

"it's good to see you again" he nodded back,

"feels like we met just yesterday, 'course you were a little bit older then" she teased, "congratulations on the age regression, by the way. very clever, threw us all off the scent"

"ah, well, i wish i could take credit" five shrugged, looking away. "i just miscalculated the time dilation of projections and.. well, you know, here i am" his gaze met hers once again, throwing his hands up before putting them back in his pockets, casually.

"you realise your efforts are futile" the handler shifted so that her briefcase was behind her, "so, why don't you tell me what you really want?"

"i want you to put a stop to it" five moved his own hands behind his back. 

"you realise what you're asking for is next to impossible even for me" she shook her head, "what's meant to be is meant to be. that's our raison d'etre" 

"yeah?" five smiled sarcastically, pulling a gun from his shorts "well how about survival as a raison?" 

"i'll just be replaced, i am but a small cog in a machine" the handler waved it off, ignoring the gun pointing straight at her heart. "this fantasy you've been nurturing about summoning up your family to stop the apocalypse is just that.. a fantasy. i must say though, we'll quite impressed with your initiative, your stick-to-it-tiveness, really quite- quite something. which is why we want to offer you, a new position back at the commission, in management" the handler held a hand up, smiling like her offer was an obvious choice.

"sorry what's that now?" five scoffed as she stepped closer, hand tightening on the gun.

"come back to work for us again, you know it's where you belong" 

"well, it didn't work out too well the last time" he glared up at her, not liking the persistence.

"oh but you wouldn't be in the correction department any longer, i'm talking about the home office, you'd have the best health and pension and an end to this ceaseless travel" she laughed freely, "you're a distinguished professional in.. school boy shorts. we have the technology to reverse the process. i mean you- you can't be happy like this" she slowly pushed his gun down, stepping ever closer.

"i'm not looking for happy" he spat through gritted teeth.

the handler only tilted her head, eyeing him carefully before raising a hand to stroke his cheek, "we're all looking for happy. we can make that happen, we can make you.. yourself again"

five huffed a laugh, gesturing to his siblings. "what about my family?"

"what about them?" the handler raised an eyebrow, acting like she didn't already know he intended to save them.

"i want them to survive" 

the handler took in a deep breath, taking in the sight of luther protecting y/n who was still crouching against the car as well as diego and klaus who were in the middle of crashing the ice cream truck.

"all of them?" 

"yes, all of them" he narrowed his eyes at her,

the handler gave him a small smirk, moving towards the recoiled girl. five watched carefully, waiting to see what she would do.

"it's such a shame.. she would have done well with us. if only we could take her too" she reached a hand out, about to touch her but five moved first, spacial jumping in front of her and grabbing her hand. he held her away from y/n.

"don't touch her" he snarled, unmoving from his protective stance. 

"my my, five, i didn't expect such protectiveness from you" the handler merely smirked, stepping away. as they walked back she once again proposed her deal.

"well" the handler begun, reaching a hand into her pocket and pulling out her sunglasses before putting them back on her face. "i'll see what i can do from them.. do we have a deal?" she reached a hand out to him, awaiting his acceptance. he merely stared at her hand before sighing,

"one thing" five stepped back, putting his gun in his shorts again. he walked over to hazel's gun on the floor, taking out the ammunition and chucking it on one side of the road before chucking the rest of the gun to the other. he turned and walked back, noticing the bullet headed towards luther and y/n. he frowned, using his pointer finger and thumb to move it over so that it would hit the car instead of them.

as soon as he shook her outstretched hand they disappeared and time was restored.

y/n shivered, ignoring the bullet hitting the car next to her and the way her siblings scrambled around to get away quick. she allowed herself to be shoved into the car with klaus and diego, spaced out.

"you alright?" diego turned to her while klaus stuck the middle finger up at hazel and cha cha. 

"i felt someone else.. it was only for a moment but i felt someone.." she spoke solemnly, staring at her shaking hands. "and then five just.. disappeared"

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[violettelueur]

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI + GOJO SATORU + RYŌMEN SUKUNA || HIDING YOUR WOUNDS FROM THEM

| featuring : fushiguro megumi + gojo satoru + ryomen sukuna from jujutsu kaisen

| warnings : grammar errors but other than that n/a

| form : headcanons

| published : 28 december

| request : hi!!｜ω・）i was wondering if you could do a headcanon with gojo/megumi/sukuna with a fem!s/o who got hurt pretty bad on their last mission but tried to hide it away from them because they felt ashamed about it, but they finally find out when they catch the s/o trying to attend to a wound they have? hope this is okay✨

| barista’s notes : hi hi! barista violettelueur is back and ready to post! right now at this moment in time, i am writing up the first imagine for the day and it is for inumaki toge ╲ʕ·ᴥ·　╲ʔ and i am also on episode 115 of Black Clover, I’M NEARLY UP TO DATE GUYS ʕ≧ᴥ≦ʔ but moving on from that, i hope you enjoy your order of a cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and come again soon when we are open!

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI:

I know for a fact that Fushiguro knew you were acting a bit off the second you have gotten back from your mission - probably because you didn’t greet him like you usually do..didn’t get the kiss of the cheek you wanted, did you, ha Megumi?

But Fushiguro being Fushiguro, he would give you your own space first since he thinks you are just tired from your mission but when he sees you try to cover your arm from him, he knows something is up.

Now that he knows something is wrong, he would still give you space….but will also follow you to wherever you are going - Megumi, that’s not giving space….that’s just being a whole stalker.

And the second you enter Ieiri office, Fushiguro would be surprised since you didn’t tell him that you were injured before he completely forgets about his hiding spot and runs into the infirmary.

Once he enters the infirmary, he would find you with your school jacket off with a huge gash on your arm while Ieiri is using her reverse curse energy to heal your large wound.

Even though he wants to confront you from hiding this from him, he would just sit down somewhere and wait for the whole recovering process to finish before he would talk to you - and from the look you are giving off from your face, you seem to be deep in thought about something.

Once the healing process is finished and Iriei wraps up your arm, she would leave you and Fushiuguro alone since she doesn’t want to be in or in the way this little relationship business - girl, I wouldn’t want to be as well, like imagine just standing in the middle of it.

Once she leaves, Fushiguro would just get up, walk up to you and place his forehead against yours as a way to comfort you as well as to help him calm down since he was extremely worried about you.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Did you know how worried I was when you came back?”

He would say this while grabbing your hands and gripping them tightly - it’s not like he is mad at you (on the low he is) but he is mad at himself for not being there to protect you.

“I’m sorry, I just didn’t want you to worry,” 

“I’m supposed to worry, you idiot, I am your boyfriend you know,” 

Of course, you would tell him the whole story and once again he would call you an idiot for you feeling ashamed when you shouldn’t be - it was a difficult curse after all.

But after a little telling off from your boyfriend, Fushiguro will take care of you (baby you) every second on every day until you are fully healed.

GOJO SATORU:

There is no point in trying to hide your wounds from him because the man already knows that you are injured before you even come back to the school.

So the second you walk through the entrance with you trying to cover your wounds, he is already there waiting for you with a frown upon his face.

This is because 1. You are injured 2. Like Fushiguro, he wasn’t there to help you so you could avoid this and 3. Because you were planning to hide it from him when you came back.

He wouldn’t even say anything to you, he would just walk up to you and wrap an arm around your waist to guide you to Ieiri’s infirmary for you to tend to your wounds.

And when you are there, he would just watch from the side - probably leaning against the wall - and wait for the whole process to finish.

Once everything is done and Iriei leaves - because we both hate standing in the middle of something that isn’t our business - he would come up to you and flick your forehead to wake you up from both your daze as well as him telling you off a bit.

“What was that for, Satoru?” you would ask before rubbing the spot that he flicked because damn it actually hurts.

“For planning to hide this nasty gash from me, honey~” he would reply with a pout before asking why you would try - he probably knows the answer but he wants to hear it from you.

“It was a stupid injury, I was distracted by another curse and the other one managed to cut me, ahh it was such a stupid mistake for a sorcerer like me,”

Once again, he would flick your forehead and call you an “idiot honey~” while explaining to you that mistakes can happen during battle when you are too concentrated - but the man would just HAVE TO ADD THE “except for me though,” after his cute little explanation and that would just piss you off.

However, you know that Gojo is just trying to make you realise that you shouldn’t be ashamed to be injured and that you had actually won the whole thing - he is just being sweet with you in his own way I guess.

After this whole conversation, Gojo will help you with everything when you are recovering but will tease you a whole lot - for example, if you can’t lift your arm, this man will grab the item you are trying to get and will stretch his arm to make sure it is out your reach.

RYOMEN SUKUNA:

Sukuna? To be honest with you this one is sort of a hard one for me to think, but I will try my best.

Sort of like Gojo, he knows that you are injured and unlike Gojo, he knows that you are going to try to hide your injuries from him.

So when you get back from whatever you were doing from before, Sukuna is already there with a smug look on his face ready to insult you in any way possible.

In the beginning, he would and will mock you for not being strong enough for defending yourself from a ‘weak’ curse - and of course, since you are already ashamed of your injuries, the fact that he is saying this to you makes you feel worse but you sort of already expected this from him.

‘Foolish’, ‘idiot’, ‘ignorant’, ‘brat’, ‘stupid’ and many other names he would call you under the sun, there is no escaping from it.

After having his fair share of amusement and you not responding the way he expects you to, he would suddenly have a ‘worried’ expression on his face and will pull your arm to make you go towards him - he will probably pull your injured arm and will make it hurt more (idiot….)

Once he took a good look at your wound - he probably didn’t realise how bad it was - he would somewhat feel guilty for mocking you before using his reverse curse energy to heal you with a nonchalant expression on his face.

There would be no words exchanged between both you and Sukune - just pure silence and somewhat comfort between your guy’s presence.

“Don’t get hurt again, brat” - this is kind of between a demand and somewhat a promise that he wants you to make.

“Okay Sukuna,” and that response is somewhat enough for him because he knows that you know that you ain’t joking at all.

After healing your wound, he would uncharacteristically place a few kisses on your arms as if he’s asking for you to forgive him as well as help with the pain somehow.

Overall, he is mocking but also worried about you - but he doesn’t understand the feeling of ‘worrying’ but he is willing to act upon his emotion for you.