#HES SO CONFUSED BUT VERY HAPPY TO BE HERE

[froothytoothy]

Your Idol

Saja Boys x Idol! Reader │ part 2

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summary - the saja boys finally get to meet you, although they aren't too happy with the way you've been treated

warning - fem reader, light bullying, a lil spice, possessive behaviour, obsessive fan behaviour

w/c - 3,3K

a/n - wish I could like comments, the ones I got on my previous chapter had me BLUSHING I love u all sm! pls correct me if there are any mistakes, comments, reblogs and likes are much appreciated, hope you enjoy!

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Blurred sounds scattered across you as you began to wake up. Your eyes were still blurry, so you couldn't make out the figures surrounding you, but they sounded oddly familiar. 

"Guys, shut up. She's awake".

A warmer, much larger hand grabs yours, "Are you alright now, love? You were out for a while, we were all so worried".

The stranger sounded nice, but your vision still hadn’t cleared up enough to figure out who was talking to you, so all you could do was stare blankly at the person holding your hand. 

The room went silent for a while before being interrupted by another man from your left. "I know she's just confused, but I can't lie that face she's making is so adorable". You assumed he was talking about you and a warm blush coated your cheeks. 

"Romance, now is not the time!"

Romance? As in, from the Saja Boys? 

Your vision soon came back, and surrounding you, you could see all five members of the Saja Boys, each staring at you fondly. 

Abby was the one holding your hand. He was sitting on the infirmary bed with you and Jinu. 

Mystery and Romance were on your left.

And Baby was on your right. 

You couldn't help the gasp you let out once you saw them. 

"Am I dreaming?" you accidentally said aloud. 

Jinu lets out a chuckle, "No darling, we are very much real. I could pinch you if you don't believe me. Are you feeling better now?"

You beamed, eyes sparkling with happiness. It almost sounded too good to be true, but still, you went along with it. 

After being trapped in the studio, you assumed you were too late to meet them. and concluded that it was nearly impossible for a group as popular as the Saja Boys to join a company as small as yours. Talking with other idols, especially those of the opposite gender, at things like award shows wasn't forbidden, but it was strange, so today was probably your only opportunity to meet them, and you did.

Albeit in a very unconventional way.

"I'm feeling a lot better now, thank you so much. I'm so happy to meet you guys, I'm such a big fan. But, what are you doing here with me? Shouldn't you be touring the company?" you questioned, finding it odd how they weren't with Jina, but with you.

“You passed out in Abby’s arms, how could we just leave and pretend nothing happened?” Baby spoke up calmly, although his eyes glistened with hints of worry. Your heart warmed at their thoughtfulness. 

According to Hojin and the other staff members, you weren't an important member, so they often ended up forgetting about you. Whenever something happened to you, they told you to just suck it up.

But despite never meeting you, the Saja Boys already cared so much about you. So much that they would wait here in the infirmary with you. 

Suddenly, you were reminded that you had forgotten to introduce yourself.

“Sorry, I forgot to say, I’m (Y/N). I'm a member of Harmoness. It's an honour to meet you”. You bowed your head, mostly in gratitude. If it weren't for them you'd probably still be stuck in the dance studio.

“We know who you are, princess. We did our research before coming here”, Romance teases, getting closer to the bed and putting his arm around your shoulders. You shivered at the close proximity between you. He began to lean closer, slowly closing the distance. By now, your body had frozen in place, your eyes locked into his. His every move was under your impenetrable gaze. You could see his lips coming closer and closer to yours, till they quickly diverted towards your ear. 

You'd be lying if you said you weren't just a bit disappointed.

The feeling of his warm breath and strong grip had your mind in a frenzy. He was so close you could feel the heat radiate off him and smell the sweet, but musky scent of his cologne. 

“Although you should know, princess, most of our information was from one of us,” he began, turning his head to the side. You followed his gaze, being too curious to stay frozen. 

Your mouth hung slightly in shock once your eyes made contact with an awkward-looking Mystery. His feet were shuffling across the ground, and his head was drooped down, almost like he was guilty of something. 

Romance walked away from you, much to your dismay, and came back dragging Mystery, who seemed very unwilling. “Go on, man, you can do it. You've been waiting so long for this moment”.

Mystery refused, shaking his head firmly. Watching the scene unfold was the equivalent of watching someone grow an extra head. You were left utterly confused. Why would Mystery know anything about you? Them doing research before coming here made sense, but out of all the people they got their information from, why was it Mystery? 

Mystery was the cool, mysterious figure of the group, so watching him act like this, so embarrassed, it was honestly so adorable. Perhaps the mysterious, quiet persona he had was just a cover-up for his shy personality.

Romance shook his head in disappointment. “Mystery is a big fan of yours, (Y/N). He's a little too shy to admit it, though”. You blinked slowly, taking in the revolutionary, newfound information. For a moment, you thought you had heard him wrong.

Mystery, a fan?

Of you?

You were surprised that he even knew about you, but being a “big fan”, it just seemed impossible. 

A monotone-like voice perked up, “Ever since you debuted, I've been a fan”. Taking a closer look at Mystery, you could see a red hue crawling up his neck and ears. Just saying that much was too much for him, but he pushed through the embarrassment and continued, slowly coming closer to you. “Honestly, I didn't care about the others, I only liked you”.

Despite how unbelievable it was, it was the truth. Before being recruited by Jinu and becoming one of the Saja Boys, Mystery had been obsessed with you since your debut. His time in the Underworld became a lot more bearable once you entered his life. The image of your warm smile burned layers into his brain. He’d seen countless hours of footage of other humans, and despite his very stoic face, he could tell how fake their smiles were, but yours. Yours was carved by angels.

His need to consume human souls almost completely subsided once his hunger was directed towards you.

Although it was a very different type of hunger.

Mystery had become completely infatuated with you, so when Jinu proposed that he join the Saja Boys, he knew this was his way of finally getting to you. 

And now you were finally right in front of him, but all those hours of planning were in vain. He just couldn't find the right words to say. Couldn't figure out how to stand or move right. His heart wouldn't stop beating, and his head wouldn't stop replaying the images from his fantasies. It was all too much at once. He was glad Romance had stepped in to help. 

You sat there, blissfully unaware of the turmoil occurring within Mystery. The other members stared at the both of you in amusement, knowing just how deep Mystery's obsession with you was. When he talked, it was only ever about you. 

And once the members saw you passed out in Abby's arms, they could finally understand him. They could smell the purity radiating off you, and with that, a warm, longing feeling overcame them. They would often tease Mystery for his strange fixation with you, but now they were all just as crazy about you. 

An adorable, child-like giggle interrupted their thoughts. You thought it was silly how someone as talented as Mystery would be a fan of someone like you. He even said he didn't care about the other members, which you found even more amusing. 

Still, it made your heart flutter knowing you were special to him. You looked up at him and smiled even wider, almost laughing at the confused look on Mystery’s face. “Thank you for your support! I never would've thought I'd be saying that kinda thing to someone like you. I figured I was so irrelevant that no one would notice me, but it's crazy how you guys do”, you babble, oblivious to the changing emotions going through the boys.

‘Irrelevant’

The word sent ripples of disgust through them. 

Being the most level-headed of the group, Jinu asked the question that was on everyone’s minds. “Why would you be irrelevant?” 

Maybe it was because you’d just woken up, or the lack of food in your stomach, that you ended up speaking without thinking. “My manager likes to tell me that a lot because I'm the least popular member of Harmoness. But he thinks that that’s a good thing because my looks and vocals aren't very good”. 

Looking around the room, you realized you had chosen the wrong dialogue. You could see each of their faces, drenched in what looked like rage. You couldn't understand what about your sentence made them this angry, but still you apologized. 

“Sorry, I'm just rambling at this point. It's probably cause I'm so hungry, that's probably why I passed out. My manager has me on this really strict diet and I never had breakfast-”.

You quickly stopped yourself, realizing that this definitely wasn't helping the situation.

“I wasn't supposed to tell you that, please just forget everything you heard”. But looking around the room, you knew they wouldn't be able to. How could they, when someone as precious as you was forced to suffer, even just for a minute. It broke their hearts to think about. 

The sound of a door slamming open quickly drew your attention towards it, and you could see Baby running out of the room in a hurry. 

Did you do something to upset him? 

“He's just going to do something real quick, he'll be back,” Abby says, and you nod, still a bit confused. 

You felt a wave of awkwardness enter the room, so you quickly changed the subject. “So, how did you guys find the tour? Are you thinking of joining?” You were very curious to know, praying that they’d at least consider it. Because of their explosive popularity, you knew they'd be treated like gods if they were here.

Jinu spoke up, still looking frustrated. “It was alright, I mean people did keep sucking up to us. Although, Romance and Abby had no complaints about that”. You let out another giggle, yeah, that definitely sounded like them. 

The sweet sound that came out of you had put the boys in a temporary trance. To them, everything you did was adorable.

They didn't bother asking what you thought of the company, already knowing how mistreated you were. It was something Mystery had picked up on from looking at hours of behind-the-scenes footage of you. He’d picked up on your changing behaviour, quick weight loss, and awkward chemistry between your members. 

So after piecing together all the footage, he figured mistreatment was definitely plausible. But still, hearing it from you, seeing you try to hide it. It sickened, not just him, but all of them. 

It was also suspicious the way your ‘leader’, Jina, wasn't too pleased about the idea of helping you. She was confident someone would come find you, but from your screams, they could tell no one had come for hours. How could they just walk away from you? Plus, you seemed a little too attached to Abby’s chest, even refusing to let go once you reached the infirmary. 

Suddenly, the door burst open, revealing Baby holding several kinds of unhealthy-looking junk food. He plopped them down on your lap and looked away nonchalantly, “For you”.

You looked down at the pile, mouth watering at the sight of the buffet of calories. You couldn't remember the last time you had a burger, or even instant noodles. It was definitely too much for you to handle, but you appreciated his efforts. 

“Thank you so much”, you beamed. You were so grateful, not just to Baby, but to all of them. Never in your life had you felt so loved and cared for. 

As if possessed, you began digging into whatever random food you picked up from the pile. You scarfed down one burger for the next, and honestly, you didn't feel ashamed.  It would’ve been rude if you didn't eat the food Baby bought for you, that's the only reason you were eating it, you thought. 

Due to the speed of your consumption, you forgot to chew and ended up choking. You started coughing and looking around the room, in search of a drink. A hand touched your shoulder, and you look up to see Mystery, holding a bottle of water. 

Quickly, you took the drink and gulped it down. Once you were done you exhaled in relief, “You saved me”, you laughed, looking up at Mystery with gratitude. “I've not eaten this much in so long, I must've gotten a bit too excited”.

You turned to Baby, who was on his phone, and asked, “How much was all this? I'll pay you back”. He turned, looking bored, before returning to his phone. 

“The staff gave it to me for free”.

Honestly, you found that hard to believe, but maybe it was because of how famous Baby was. Perhaps they wanted to give a good impression of the company, so they didn’t want him paying. 

The others let out a small smirk, knowing what had really happened out there. He most likely sucked out the souls of some of the staff and took the food for himself. But he wouldn't tell you that. 

The sweet moment was eventually ruined by the sounds of agitated screaming coming from behind the door. “She ruined everything, Manager! I tried to stop them, but they wouldn't listen”.

Everyone, including you, cringed at the sounds of complaint. You prepared for the whirlpool of trouble you were about to receive. 

The door burst open, revealing a pissed, middle-aged man. His gaze locked on you, his mouth wide open, ready to scream at you. That was until he saw the five boys surrounding you, each looking at the manager with a look that could kill. 

Hojin quickly put on a rehearsed smile and came up to ask how you were. You knew it was just an act, something to look better in front of the boys but you still went along with it; you’d done enough to damage his reputation already.

Behind him, you could see your fellow members, glaring at you from the door, but once their eyes made contact with the Saja Boys, they quickly switched up, putting on a perfect smile and even fixing up their hair. The boys responded with a snarl.

“So, boys, I take it you enjoyed the tour,” Hojin remarked, not wanting to focus on you any longer. To him, the Saja Boys were a prize, and he needed to win it. Harmoness had clearly run its course, so maybe he'd have better luck with the Saja boys, he thought. 

None of the boys wanted to answer, especially not to someone like him. All they wanted to do was go back to watching you. Watch you smile. Hear you giggle. And feel the warmth your heart gave out. But they couldn't, not when there were others around.

Jinu, being the leader, was forced to speak up. “It was good, definitely needs some improvements though”.

“Oh, any suggestions?” Hojin questioned, eager to please in any way he could. 

“The dance studio needs to be closer to other people,” he sneered coldly, still not over how you’d been trapped for so long. His heart ached with the thought of you being scared and alone in there.

Hojin laughed awkwardly, not knowing what to say in response. Jina spoke up, coming closer to Jinu, “I'm assuming you're planning on joining our company, I'd love to see you more,” she flirts, getting closer and closer to him. 

During the tour, she was so focused on the members that they barely got anywhere. She also had a nasty habit of showing off whenever she could. Being the most popular member of Harmoness really gave her an ego.

“We'll let you know at the Idol Awards,” Jinu said, backing away from Jina. 

Your head shot up and turned towards Jinu, “You're going to be at the Idol Awards too?” Jinu's eyes went back to yours and immediately softened, feeling you were much easier to be around than these other pesky humans. 

You could see Abby about to respond, but was cut off by Soo-ah. “Doesn't she know anything? They announced this weeks ago”. Each of the boys turned to glare at the maknae, but her attention was too focused on you for her to take notice. 

Abby ignored her and spoke, leaning closer to you. “We'll be at the Idol Awards performing our new song, will you be there for us, love?”

Hojin and the girls looked at each other in confusion. How could you have gotten so close to them already? Jina was especially jealous, wondering how the spotlight was taken by someone as insignificant as you. 

The nickname sent you blushing, and you nodded. “We're also going to perform a new song there, we've been working really hard on it!”

“We can't wait to hear it, darling, but unfortunately, we have to leave now,” Jinu says, and you couldn't help the frown forming on your lips. You felt like you had just met them and wanted to spend more time with them. This is the best moment you've had in years. 

“Don't look too sad, princess, we'll meet again soon,” Romance smirked, and you perked up slightly at the thought. You were glad they wanted to see you, just as much as you wanted to see them. 

“And don't even think about paying me back for the snacks, they're all yours,” Baby chimes, his face showing a ghost of a smirk on it. 

Mystery gave you a shy wave and left along with the others. You were going to miss them. The Idol Awards weren’t that far away, but you had no idea how you were going to recover once they were gone. The mark they left on you stained layers deep. 

Although it definitely motivated you to practice even harder, knowing they were going to be there watching.

Jinu was the last to leave, but not before asking Hojin and the girls to come outside with him, leaving you alone. Thank goodness, you did not want another lecture from anyone right now. 

You started putting the pile of food on the nightstand, but something had caught your eye. On one of the crisp packets, you saw a Post-it note. 

xx-xxxx-xxxx  call me don't text I want to hear your voice ❤ - Baby 

Out of all the things you expected the note to say, it wasn't that. Despite his adorable, nonchalant on-stage persona, Baby was anything but. In person, he often kept to himself, hardly speaking and allowing his looks to do the talking for him. But online, he was the complete opposite. With his appearance hidden, he could speak his mind freely. It’s why Baby is so attached to using his phone.

It had been the reason why he was acting so bored when he was with you. On the outside, it looked as though he hardly cared for you, but on the inside, his heart was blooming with emotions just for you.

You really had no idea just how much these boys loved you. In your mind, you assumed the boys just wanted to be your friend.

What you didn't realize was that the boys weren't interested in being just friends, but so much more. 

But you were going to find that out soon. 

Very soon. 

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a/n - thank you @jellyjellyghost for letting me know how to format korean phone numbers :D

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[danmguido]

On Lovecraftian Horror

Happy Friday!

There you are sitting at your desk, maybe you're working longhand or your fingertips are tapping atop unpressed keys, and BAM! You have an idea that involves a monster that could've oozed its way right out of the Cthulhu Mythos.

Before you begin, pause a moment.

I get it. I like stories of the vast unknowable myself. I grew up playing Mass Effect and I'm particularly fond of the way Jason Pargin was able to nail it in his John Dies At The End series, and in such a way that I cared about the characters and their humors in spite of the overwhelming, multidimensional terrors that hunt them, but that's because I prefer heavily character driven stories and that's a diatribe for another day.

I've read a lot of aspiring fiction in this genre, and my main critique, the most common pitfall I see within cosmic horror, has nothing to do with character, setting, worldbuilding, or language. It has everything to do with writing that which is inherently unknowable, assuming you're trying to follow convention.

In other words: The monster has to be as alien to you as it is to the reader and characters. Forty page character sheets won't work here because at this point your "monster" isn't really a character. Remember, it isn't a being you can intelligently understand, and that's where the horror lives. It's a reckoning force defying nature, physics, and our fundamental understandings of science. Novels like The Three Body Problem by Cixin Lu illustrate this sense of scale and terror through sheer confusion and technological advancement.

Recall that Lovecraft's most popular story, The Call of Cthulhu, is epistolary. It's told through loose fragments, rumors, journal entries, it's never directly handled. Your job isn't to portray a gigantic, globular mass of eyes descending over New York City to deliver it's final judgement on humanity out of a thin blue Thursday afternoon. It should instead be the effect it has on the characters, or maybe second person to the reader itself, a virus in which just speaking or reading the name of your creature puts you at risk of harm.

One other issue I've come across in reading from a litany of fledgling unpublished fictioneers who take a stab at this genre is that it doesn't seem to be understood. The genre strongly echoes condemnation, damnation, the price of obsession, the price of knowledge, the price of ignorance, yes, but also the warning in bland optimism.

"Yeah, I'll just pledge my eternal soul to this unknowable deity 40,000 eons older than me, and then I will wield all the power."

That sounds dumb out of context, doesn't it?

It's not just about feeling earned or not, either. At this point, whether our earthly brother understands this or not, he's simply a vessel unbolting the latches of an old door sealed an unknowable amount of time before he existed. If we haven't been following him, haven't seen his transformation from upstanding citizen with a healthy few indelible and mortal sins to a hunched over, hooded lunatic who hides his deeds away from the very sun he orbits, this often lands flat and assumes stupidity on the part of your audience.

That's what makes this particular brand of horror so difficult, in my opinion. The balance from describing an unknowable, unfathomable monster that shifts through dimensions so as not to be physically described vs. making sure the audience knows that said impossible, indescribable force is destroying your character's mental state. Anyone can write, "I looked at the monster and it's very essence shattered my mind, scrambling it into a dark and forbidden wind, and even now trying to recall it sends shivers down my spine and vomit up my throat". It works. But it's flat without knowing who this character was beforehand. A slick talking lawyer bursting with personality? Okay, now we're getting somewhere.

So:

Before you start make sure

Your main character isn't your deity

Your main character is fleshed out well

Writing/reading is about the only time cosmic horror can work because it blends on disengaged senses. You're not really seeing, smelling, tasting, hearing, touching, but you are feeling. It's why hardly any games work in the genre without over explaining themselves or coming off cheesy, same with certain films in my opinion.

Leverage that.

Leverage Plato's allegory of the cave, your readers have only known shadows.

Make us see more than shapes. If you’re into horror, cosmic dread, or writing craft talk like this, feel free to follow... I post often.

[thechaotictheoryy]

Control Me.

summary: Comeback breaking new records and reaching the ears of new listeners. To celebrate the staff decide to take the boys for a night out but all Yunho could think as the drinks start to sink in was you.

pairing: fem reader x idol! Jeong Yunho

genre: established relationship, romance, fluff, idol au, smut

word count: 3,267

warnings: alcohol consumption, making out, whiny drunk sub Yunho, dry humping, handjob, unprotected sex (don’t do this), slight BDSM (really just bondage nothing extreme), slight choking, fingering, Yunho is super sensitive (cums in his pants lol), begging kink?, reverse cowgirl, creampie, talks about subspace (Yunho has a subdrop and is very confused about it)

song rec: Pygma Girl by BIBI

a/n: just a little something before I start Under Pressure which I’ll have first chapter posted next weekend. This Yunho has been in my mind since this photos were released! Sorry for the late upload, hope you enjoy!

“Cheers to another great comeback!”

Everyone took their shots and Yunho hesitated but took his too. It was a week after Golden Hour Part 3 had been released and the first week of promotions were over. The boys had hit a few number ones on charts internationally and made number 2 on the Billboard 200. What also was shocking about their charting in Korea, they never had made it on the charts so high. The CEO was so proud of them, he decided to host a gathering at one of the restaurants near the company.

Yunho was very excited and always grateful but watching everyone happy and celebrating, he just wished you were able to be here with him. 

“Why do you look so down?” Wooyoung asked, pouring another shot. 

“I’m okay, I just..” He sighed. 

“If you want to go, you know you can”

“I do but she told me to have fun since it’s been stressful especially with tour coming up again” 

You and Yunho had been dating for almost two years… privately. He met you at the Riot Games Museum in LA, you were an intern there for the summer while he was there performing for KCON. You had let him know you were just there for a few months and would be back in Seoul that fall. Everything started off very slowly, you became good friends which turned into Yunho asking you on a date two months after your return to Korea.

Instead of a nice restaurant, he set up a nice romantic rooftop dinner. You understood that because of him being an idol that privacy was key and there were long talks with KQ before they agreed to let you continue dating in secret. Sometimes it did bother you that you couldn’t be open about your relationship but it’s also very nice to not have everyone in your business. 

Yunho wishes he could show you off because you deserve to be seen. 

Meeting each other's parents had to be the hardest point for you guys. His parents thought you wanted him for money and your parents thought that he was going to ruin you and have many fans attack you. Yunho reassured his parents that you were not like that and you proved that to them. 

Your parents’ relationship with Yunho is still on the rocks even after almost three years.

They don’t trust him. They care about your safety and they feel like in the end if it comes down to it, he chooses to save his career over saving you from drowning in the sea of online bullying and possible threats in real life. 

“Well drink up and get a little drunk, we don’t get too many nights like this” 

“You’re right,” Yunho nodded. 

One turned into two and two turned six. Yunho wasn’t a lightweight at all but he knew his limit. The soju beer mixture was making him very warm but he knew he fucked up when San pulled out a whiskey bottle. 

“I thought you kept that for display,” Hongjoong said, raising an eyebrow at San. 

“It’s a special night for us and it calls for some old fashion whiskey,” San smiled. 

Yunho didn’t know if he should mix but after some convincing from the BBT dancers, he took about 3 shots of the dark liquor and chugged another glass of beer. 

As he traced the top of the beer bottle while listening to Jongho talk about a crazy run in with a fan, all he could think about was you. 

Your scent. Your lips. Your beautiful eyes. Your laugh. 

He really missed you even though he had just seen you the night before. He wanted to do a lot with you that his drunk brain couldn’t put together at the moment. The boys started to notice his zoning out and looked at each other. 

“Yunhooo,” Wooyoung wrapped an arm around him. 

“Mm,” he muttered, then hiccupied. 

“Are you ready to go see Y/N?”

Yunho made eye contact so fast with the boys so fast and nodded so fast that they thought his head might fall off. All of them laughed and Hongjoong went to tell a manager to take Yunho to your apartment. It took about three of them to help Yunho in the car since he was about three seconds into falling on his face.

They did not need him to break his nose again. 

The ride to your place felt so long and dizzy for Yunho. He couldn’t wait to be near you and touch you. He hoped when you got to your door, you would open it and he would see you wearing his clothes. God did he love it when you wore one of his hoodies or shirts with nothing underneath. 

He sighed and closed his eyes, leaning back into the passenger seat just hoping he didn’t puke before seeing you. 

Three knocks on the door and you hopped up from the couch, confused. You weren’t expecting this one this late but once you heard a “whoops” and hiccup, you knew it was Yunho coming from their get together but he didn’t text you saying he was on the way. You quickly went to throw on some shorts since you only had on Yunho’s spiderman shirt and boy shorts then went to unlock the door and saw Yunho slumped on his two managers who were holding up on each side. 

“Hey baby” Yunho slurred, smiling drunkenly at you. 

“Yunho” you crossed your arms. 

“You told me to have fun,” he whined. 

“Hey Y/N, he’s kind of heavy so where can we take him?” one of them said. 

“The couch is fine,” you said sweetly to them. 

They took a very whiny and giggly Yunho to the couch and carefully put him down. He waved at him as they left out and they shook their heads, waving back. 

“Thank you again guys,” you said, opening the door. 

“Make sure he reports to practice at noon tomorrow please” 

“Will do,” you gave them a thumbs up. 

You closed and locked the door, sighing. You turned to Yunho and he was laying down with his arm over his eyes. You walked over and squatted down by his head, running your fingers through his hair. 

“How much did you drink?”

“I lost count after the whiskey shots” 

“Jeong Yunho” 

“It’s San’s fault!” He removed his arm and looked at you. 

“You could have said no” , you flicked his forehead. 

“Ouch” he pouted. 

You both fell silent for a minute, just the sound of your air conditioning blowing and the water running into your fish’s tank. Yunho kept staring at you and you raised an eyebrow at him. He smiled warmly and his eyes showed some much admiration but they were also hazy from him not being sober. 

“What?” you asked. 

“Come here” 

He pulled you on top of him and you straddled him comfortably, laying your head on his chest. He started to rub your back and his hands felt so nice and warm. You thought all was nice and innocent till you felt his hands move down to your ass and give it a squeeze. 

“Yunho” 

“Please,” he muttered. 

His tone made you look up at him. He was pouty and ears were starting to turn red, you were also feeling his dick hardening on his thigh. Yunho only got this when he was either drunk or having a rough week and needed you to take care of him. He was always the dominant one when it came to your dynamic but you lived for moments where he let you be in control. 

You sat up and dragged a hand down his chest slowly, he whimpered as you traced around his right nipple. His hands moved back up to your hips and his grip tightened just a bit. 

“Babe I-”

You slide your hand back up and gently wrap your fingers around his neck and he gasps lightly. You leaned down and kissed him with him immediately kissing you back. He tasted mostly of whiskey and soju, you don’t know why but it kind of turned you on even though you weren’t too big on alcohol. To test out how sensitive he was, you grinded down on him. He moaned lightly in mouth and you took the opportunity to swirl your tongue around his and apply a little pressure on his neck from your grip. 

You felt him jerk while his hands tightened on your hips again then he stilled for a little bit, that only happens when he…

“Yunho, did you just cum?” you asked, pulling away slightly from his kiss. 

He stared at you as his face became more red. Yunho hasn’t come that soon in a long time, meaning around the first time you had sex with each other. You were a virgin at the time and he just couldn’t control himself, which was a given. 

“Don’t be embarrassed,” you smiled and shook his head. 

“I-I’m not” 

“You totally are, come on” 

You got off of him and pulled him up, dragging him to your bedroom. You sat him down and tapped his legs so he could spread them then dropped down to your knees. You kept eye contact with him as you started to undo his pants.

“You know the last two outfits of this comeback have been driving me insane?”

“Y-Yeah? You didn’t say anything about it” 

“I had to control myself or I would have came down to the music show building and have you bend me over in the green room”

He moaned at that and from your small hand wrapping around his dick. His size always surprised  you because how could someone carry this around in their pants everyday. He was thick and a nice length, the veins being so prominent makes your mouth water.

“It also made me jealous”

“How?”

“All those girls getting to look at you all day while I’m here at home, only being to see on TV” you started to stroke him slowly, his cum from just a few moments ago making  your hand glide with ease. “How would you feel if I looked that good and you couldn’t get your hands on me right then and there, mm?”

“F-Fuck” he muttered as your hand moved faster. 

“Don’t cum”

“I-I”

“Yunho, I will stop and leave you here,” you said firmly. 

He whined and did his best to hold it in. He was still the effects from when he came five minutes ago, the overstimulation was killing him. He was trying to think of every possible thing to slow down the hot sensation coiling in his stomach again. 

He was a goner as you spit on his dick and moved even faster. 

“Shit!,” His body locked up a little as he came hard and some ended up on his shirt that you were wearing. You stopped and when he looked down at you after opening his eyes, you had a look of fire in your eyes. 

“Y/N.. I-”

“Clothes off and lay up against the headboard, don’t make me say it twice,” the dominance dripped off your voice. You got up and walked into the bathroom. Yunho moved quickly with excitement but also slight fear. You weren’t too rough with him when he did something you didn’t approve of. He was still kind of drunk but the two times of him cumming, he felt a little floaty but somewhat felt like he was sobering up little by little. 

You walked back out, naked with two sets of handcuffs in your hand. Yunho sucked in some air, looking at you and he never gets tired of seeing you like this. He felt his dick start to get hard again, you laughed a little at it. You walked over and motioned him to put his hands out, he obeyed and you cuffed each of his wrists to the bed posts on the sides of your bed. 

“Since you can’t listen, no touching tonight. If you don’t cum again until after I do.. I think about uncuffing you”

He nodded and blinked slowly. Yunho couldn’t describe the feeling running through his head but this isn’t the first time this has happened to him while you guys have had sex. You didn’t want to tell him that he fell into subspace before and that it’s happening again because you didn’t exactly know how it would take that.

Hell, you didn’t know Yunho was okay with being submissive sometimes until the first time it happened. You know Yunho isn’t an overly masculine man but at the end of the day, he is a man and some aren’t comfortable talking about things in that nature. You wanted him to come to you if he ever had questions about it but for now, Yunho just felt like it was a nice place in his head that he drifted off to when you made him feel good. 

You climbed on top of him, straddling but then you leaned back slightly so he had a good view of your soaked pussy. He groaned at the slight, trying to reach forward but the handcuffs held him place. 

“Don’t move baby,” you said as you moved your fingers down and started to rub your clit. You slowly pressed two fingers inside, keeping eye contact with him. All Yunho could do was sit there and watch. His whines made you wetter and his begs to touch you made you feel so good because you had some much power over him right now. You turned around so your back was facing him and you grabbed his dick, lining it up with your entrance.  

“Remember, don’t cum till I say so,” You looked at him over your shoulder and smirked slightly. Yunho nodded slowly and watched you. The overwhelming pleasure running through his body was so overwhelming he couldn’t form words to speak. 

You slowly slid down, hissing at the stretch. You knew it would be a little painful even though you tried to stretch yourself out before then. Your fingers weren’t as long or thick as Yunho’s. He moaned as you bottomed out on top of him. Even though his brain was kind of melted, he tried not to cum again and closed his eyes. You started with slow rolls, taking your time to adjust to his size like you always have to. Once you relaxed, your slow rolls turned into bouncing at a subtle pace with hands planted on his stomach. 

“Baby please,” Yunho whined, opening his eyes a little. “F-Faster”

“You think you deserve it?” you smirked. 

“P-Please, I’ll be good” He groaned. “I-I’ll be perfect for you” 

Fuck, you never thought seeing someone like Yunho beg like this would become a kink. You knew it had become one because even when he’s innocently begging for you to come eat with him after a practice or to stay five minutes on a game level he’s trying to finish, it makes your core flutter. 

You decided to turn around and face him, sliding off a little then sliding back down on him. You wrapped a hand around his throat as you began to bounce on his dick once more, he moaned as he tried to kiss you. You love riding him because it feels like he reaches places so much deeper. 

You kissed and licked around his ear, whispering sweet nothings as you bounced harder. You could feel him shaking slightly under your fingers and you could tell he was close again, little did he know that band in your stomach was about to snap any second. You kissed him deeply and he kissed back, trying to keep up. 

“I’m close,” he whined in your mouth. 

“It’s okay, me too,” you moaned. 

After two more digs at your g-spot, you came so hard on top of him. Your body shook as you tried to ride it out, gasping into his mouth. Yunho came a few seconds after you for the third time tonight but instead of the usual panting and groans he usually does. 

He was whimpering. 

You looked down at him as you pulled away. His eyes were a bit more dilated than usual and he was a bit non-verbal. He was dropping.

“Yunho baby”

He just kept whimpering then closed his eyes. You slide off his dick carefully, rushing to take the cuffs off his wrists. You laid beside him and pulled him into your chest, he immediately wrapped his arms around your waist tightly. You played in his hair then rubbed his back slowly all over. He let out a sigh and you saw his eyes flutter open. You looked down at him and sighed in relief.

“What was that?” His tone raspy. 

“Probably the mix of your drinking then the intensity from cumming three times probably made your body go into shock” 

“No,” he cuddled into your chest deeper. “That was different, I didn’t know where I was. It was like I was floating on a cloud then I fell and kept falling” 

“I’ll tell you in the morning, okay? Just rest for a little then we’ll shower” 

Yunho didn’t press it but he nodded. He was really curious about what that feeling was. 

You were in the kitchen, making breakfast while Yunho was getting ready to head to practice. He always left some clothes at your place in case he couldn’t run back to the dorms. You started to plate when you heard his footsteps and you felt his arms wrap around your waist, placing a kiss on your temple. 

“Smells good”

“I know you need the protein beforehand so just a simple omelet and bacon this morning”

“Always attentive,” he pecked your lips then walked to your refrigerator, grabbing the orange juice. You took your plates over to the table while he brought over the two glasses of orange juice he made for both of you. 

You two ate  in a comfortable silence for a few minutes till you saw his eyebrows furrowed together a little and you knew what he was about to talk about. 

“It’s called subspace,” you said, hesitantly. 

“Subspace?”

“It’s a place you go to when you feel overwhelming pleasure, kind of like a floaty feeling” 

“So when I said I felt like I was on a cloud? I was in subspace”

You nodded. He looked down at his food and you could tell he was processing. 

“Why did I feel like I was falling? What even triggers a subspace?” he asked, concerned. 

“Before I answer that, Yunho please know it doesn’t make you any less of a man”

“I know that, it just scared me for a bit because I didn’t really have control of my body like the feeling of it” 

“Understood,” you nodded. “You had experienced a subdrop, I think it was because of you cumming three times last night when you haven’t before. Also being drunk and tied up added on to it.” 

“Got it,” he nodded. 

“Would you rather not be submissive anymore? I don’t mind really”

“It’s not that,” he blushed. “I enjoyed last night really,” he looked away. 

“You’re so cute,” you laughed. 

“I’m heading to practice now,” he rolled his eyes, playfully and getting up. He leaned down and pecked your lips a few times. You smiled as he kissed your cheeks then your forehead. 

“Come over after my schedules today, I’ll probably be a bit busy after today because of tour starting soon”

“Sure thing” 

“I love you” 

“I love you too”

[izadi234]

A/N: Hello! I know I KNOW I said I would post the next chapter of Forget me not BUT! My sister got me obssed with Kpop Demon Hunters, and since its release, I've been down bad for every single character from that movie ever since so here is one of my ideas!

Famous Producer! Reader (Romantic) x Kpop Demon Hunters

Bodyguard! Father! Reader (Platonic) x Kpop Demon Hunters (kind of)

This small draft is about Huntr/x and I'm planning to write one about the Saja Boys in this same storyline.

Imagine you being a famous producer. You've been working with tons of famous idols, from groups to solo idols, but the ones that were your favorite and the cherry on the top for your career were Huntr/x.

And no, you didn't meet them just because. You see, the girls need new ideas not only for songs or dances but to advertise and produce their songs at the beginning of their career and despite having the old producers from the 'Sunlight Sisters' their ideas were... old, and they didn't get the ideas that Huntr/x had in their minds.

That's when your father came in. He was a bodyguard, specifically the 'Sunlight Sisters' bodyguard and later on Huntr/x's. He saw how his girls struggled with explaining their ideas to the old producers, so he gave them your number, and after a lot of things about it, they told Bobby to schedule an appointment with you.

At first, you didn't think too much when you saw the email of this guy named Bobby and just decided to give it a shot because of the name of the group, which you found cool.

But your jaw dropped when you recognized the girls or, specifically, the girl.

Rumi. Kpop royalty. She was at your door with two of her friends. And she wanted you to produce their first song. Yeah, you.

You were a bundle of nerves, and to be honest, you made a fool of yourself in front of them. Just a bit. But they found that very cute.

"So... You're (Name), right?" Rumi asked kindly as she smiled at you

Meanwhile, you were staring at her and her friends as if you've never seen someone like them, but her voice pulled you back to earth.

"I uh... Sorry, what was the question?" You chuckled nervously

They couldn't think of you as more than a cute and a bit awkward producer but damn weren't their jaws down to the floor when you started working.

Your face changed immediately. Your eyes were focused, and your lips were in a fine line as they explained to your their song and ideas. They waited for you to interrupt them once you got confused but that never happened.

Once they finished explaining themselves, you started giving them some ideas and suggestions, leaving them completely surprised that you had understood their vision.

"We know there is a lot we are asking for, so it would be valid if you had doubts or didn't understand at all" Zoey said, a bit embarrassed, not by their ideas but the complexity and how she thought none of them could explain themselves

"Oh no. I understood," you assured her."So basically, what you want is..."

Yeah, and you proceed to explain exactly what they all wanted for their song and it's production.

Ever since that day you became their producer and friend... Well, at least that's what you call them, for them you were more than a friend.

But it wasn't only your personality or work that pulled them towards you. You had something special, something that made the moon honmoon around you react differently.

Around you, the honmoon was yellow, a very chirpy and happy yellow, but you never seemed to notice it, or if you knew it, then you never paid mind to it.

For our 3 hunters, it was fascinating and scary. Maybe you were hurting their honmoon without knowing, or maybe you knew about it but didn't know what to do about it. They were sure that you weren't doing it on purpose as they didn't feel tense around you but didn't know what to do.

That's when they went to Celine. She was impressed and excited which left the girls confused but then she explained herself.

"As you may know, yellow is one of the 5 principal colors of Korea. It represents fertility and abundance, but many years ago, it represented high status and wisdom. Ever since the first hunters appeared, there's been a few people who presented this kind of color with the honmoon. Those people had an ability that was believed given by the gods so they could help fight evil. They're gifted with powerful minds full of emotions and creativity, which later one was discovered could help the hunters write and perform their songs better and give the honmoon more strength. Not every generation was lucky enough to meet one of these 'shooting stars' as they called them, but the three of you must be the luckiest of all. Now that you're so close to seal the golden honmoon, this shooting star appears right in front of you. Let them help you, but don't tell them anything. They may get scared and don't understand our duty as hunters"

And that's how your friendship began.

Meanwhile, your father was happy that you had found some friends in those girls (even though he noticed the way the three of them looked at you or how they asked about you) and to be honest he would be more than happy to see you with them in a more romantic relationship but that was your decision to make.

"Hey F/N (Father's Name)! Have you seen (Name)? I wanted her opinion about some lyrics" Zoey said as she walked into a room where your father was resting and talking with Bobby

"Oh. They must be at their apartment" he said

"Really? Oh, well. And do they like jajangmyeon?"

"What does that have to do with checking some lyrics?" He asked her

"..."

"Zoey..."

Before anything else happened, Zoey ran away like a little child that had been caught painting the walls.

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"Hey F/N! Bobby!" he heard Rumi's voice behind both men that were discussing the girls' schedule for the day

"Rumi" F/N greeted her with a small nod while Bobby greeted her with more energy

"I've been wondering... Is (Name) coming to our show tonight?" She asked a bit nervous

"I don't know. I guess so" he looked at herwith his eyes half open in a suspicious way

"Why?"

"I-I I was just wondering, that's all" she said nervous

"Yeah... right..." he didn't believe her

"And... are they free after the show?"

"Rumi!"

Then the girl ran off

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"Hey F/N" Mira greeted him as he was checking the security points of a stadium where the girls were going to preform

"Yes, Mira?" He turned to look at her

"Which is (Name)'s favorite color?"

"I uh... it's f/c" he answered a bit, confused by her question

"Really? Thanks!" She turned around and ran towards backstage again

"Girls, I know her favorite color!" He heard her shout at the other two hunters

"Really? Awesome!" Some other voices could be heard from the backstage

"Wait Mira!" He called out for her

"Why do you wanna know their favorite color?! Mira!"

Yeah... Your father was a bit overprotective over you, but hey! He was your father. He had a valid reason.

But he still trusted those girls as he had seen them grown over the last years.

Everything was perfect for them. The honmoon was about to turn golden. You were by their side supporting them, oblivious about the risks they face every day and the importance of the songs you help to write and produce. F/N and Bobby were also by their sides and the fans adored them.

Nothing could go wrong, right?

Well, everything went downhill when a new boy band was forming at the Underworld.

Hello! I hope you like this small writing because I had fun writing it and I have more ideas! Still I would like to see if you had any ideas or something like that or even requests!

Anyway thank you so much and see you in the next one!

XOXO

-Izadi

[gallavichsreddie1128]

Club Sex (John Walker)

Description: John gets jealous seeing his girl and Bucky dancing on the dance floor.

Warning: Smut, Dick Riding, Humiliation, Public Sex

Word Count: 821

Request: john walker semi/public smut 😞

It didn’t take much to rile up John, he had huge jealousy issues and needed validation every 10 minutes it seemed. She was playing a dangerous game during this mission, one that had John nearly growling. Bucky chuckled as she danced her way over to him so they can talk about the mission.

John didn’t like seeing them that close as she wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear. From John’s point of view it looked seductive, in reality it wasn’t. He hated that he had to be the look out and couldn’t be with this girl but Bucky knew the owner and it made more sense but as his hands wandered all over her body, John stopped caring. “Do you see him?” Bucky asked her as he looked behind her.

She shook her head and didn’t notice John was there until he nearly snatched her out of Bucky’s arms, “Do you guys have to be so close?” He growled. She pushed him back a little and yelled over the music, “Do you really have to do this here, John? You’re gonna blow our cover.” She whispered the last part and looked around for the owner. “So you have to fuck him?” She huffed and rolled her eyes, “No John we are dancing.”

Basically fucking, he thought. She looked at Bucky who was now dancing with someone else, she let out a sigh and grabbed John’s hand pulling him through the crowd. She was annoyed, the anger she felt towards him radiating off her as she found a couch that wasn’t taken. She nearly threw John down on the couch. Everyone was dancing and dry humping as the music blasted through the speakers, John looked up at her confused before she straddled him.

She smirked, feeling his hard dick against her, “Really? Here?” He questioned but he wasn’t complaining. She shrugged, “Yeah since you can’t control your jealousy issues.” He feels her hand palm him and it takes everything in him not to beg. Luckily with them being in public she couldn’t tease him that much. Both her hands worked his jeans as his hands were on her ass, he stared up at her in awe as she got his hard dick out of his pants, “Fuck you’re so pretty.” He says and she smirks at him before rubbing him on her very wet pussy.

He gasped as he realized that she wasn’t wearing panties. He gripped her hips harder, “So you were dancing with Bucky with no panties?” He hated the idea even more but it was so hot right now. She sunk down onto him before either could say anything else, she looked around to see that nobody was paying attention to them. She looked back at John and bit her lip, shivering as she took him in.

“You happy now?” She asked, teasing as she barely moved her hips. He groaned and gripped her hips, wanting to move her on his own but she saw the look in his eyes, “We do this my way or I leave you here, dick out and everything.” She warns and his hands still, believing her words. He had never met a woman like her, never been with one until her. She had some dominance over him that he was sure he’d never give up.

But as she rode his dick moaning softly, he realized that he found the control she had quite hot. The public club setting where they could be caught at any moment made their orgasms approach faster, “Y-you’re already clo-close.” She points out, her voice shaky with need. He nodded, feeling her spasm around him, she was close too. He looked drunk, fucked out on her pussy as she stopped caring if anyone was watching them.

All she cared about was making them cum. She grabbed his face, “I’m riding you in a crowd of people, so I don’t wanna hear anything about me and Bucky doing a mission together, understand me?” She nearly moaned the last part and he nodded, panting like a dog. “Fuck.” He groaned and she felt him fill her up, triggering her own release. It took all her strength not to collapse on his chest as her orgasm hit her like a truck.

It took them a second to get off of cloud nine before she looked around and got off him with shaky legs. She wiped the drool and sweat off her face and tried to make it seem like they weren’t just fucking.“Feel better?” She asked and he nodded, not really being able to talk. She looked down and nearly laughed, “I’d put your dick away before someone else sees.” She tells him with a wink and walks back to Bucky. Wow, what a woman, he thought as she stared at her going back to the dance floor like nothing happened, totally forgetting about his soft dick.

[nightshade962]

I thought of another dcxcp prompt I have no ships for this one and people do what they want to do here we go

Okay so this is a good parents Fenton Au. Danny gets revealed to his parents and they take it very well and they are mortified for how they acted and treated their son and have actively been trying to do better. The Justice League gets called in by the giw because they made up a whole thing of where Phantom is a threat to the universe at this point justice league dark doesn't know that Danny is the ghost King. So they roll up and try to fight Danny thing is he was with his family while in ghost form. We all know that Maddie Fenton is protective of her children so in this AU she just full on squares up with the entire Justice League and having back up in the form of her husband. So I kind of picture that Maddie at some point was in Special Forces like the type where when you leave you have a new identity type of special forces that's why she's so adorable and she can take on anyone. Maddie just proceeds to rock the Justice League's s*** and Jack is actually able to throw around Superman he can't really do any damage but he can throw him and distract him.( I like that post where Jack can go Toe to Toe with Bane and it's just enrichment for him if you know what post that is give me a link I can't find it again) that doesn't mean that jazz and Danny are defenseless matter of fact when vigorous get close to them they're standing on business. They were trained by Maddie how to fight and then when Danny became friends with Pandora and other ancients he got taught by a lot of different ones and Jazz wanted to study as well to defend herself and possibly help her little brother if he needed it. The Justice League is full and confused on how this seemingly normal except this overpowered kid is going Toe to Toe with them when they are severely outnumbered. And Maddie just looks Batman right in the eye well he stands in front of the other Lakers as I try to regroup a little bit to charge at her and goes you will not touch my son you will not hurt any of my children. That is when the Justice League realize they are facing a piss off protective mother who is willing to fight gods for her children by God damn ancients she's winning

When things clear up a little bit and they finally get explained and shown proof that the guys in white are horrible and should be taken down Jason looks over to Bruce and goes why couldn't you be half as protective as that woman when I face The Joker is a 15 year old all of his siblings are snickering behind him. Batman does not know how his kids got there they were not invited besides Nightwing they were not told of this then again he's not surprised. The sentence are more than happy to share their guns with Jason and their different weapons he and Damien are very happy

What brought this on was I saw a video of the song labor by Paris Paloma over a video of a clip from the movie Brave with the caption fight like a mother and the mom from Brave is taking on the villain I can't remember their names was a scene where the mom is still a bear and she is full on attacking this huge other bear to protect her daughter so this came up into my mind of Maddie going full on Mother Bear mode protecting her children from the super-powered genius people because she will not stand for her children to be hurt especially after she has to make up for what she has done and said about her son who she is completely mortified that she said those sort of thing about her little boy feel free to add if you want

[yumaexi]

— “ 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐒 ! ”

FEAT; monster trio + ace x gn!reader

SYNOPSIS; there’s a million cliche romance tropes out there — but which ones would they have?

CW; mention of planes in luffys part, does op have airports hell if i know, i can’t think of anything else this is purely fluff

NOTE; first post kinda nervy😓requests are open and veery highly encouraged rn!!! so. anyway enough yap enjoy and please send requests

LUFFY — RUNNING THROUGH AN AIRPORT

You were supposed to be part of his crew. So why, why were you leaving? It was completely and utterly random—you seemed happy enough with the crew, always all smiles and radiating with joy.

Which is why, when he heard about the news of your leave, it left him nothing short of shocked. But Luffy wasn’t one to give up, and especially not on you; he wasn’t going to take anyone else to fill in a position that was made to be yours. After all, what was the point of being King of the Pirates if you weren’t there with him?

The day your flight was supposed to happen, you left the crew behind with a bitter goodbye—and Luffy could tell with just a brief look into your eye that this was the last thing you wanted to do. But for some reason, no matter how much he bargained, you just wouldn’t budge.

It wasn’t until your plane was supposed to board that he became desperate.

“Did they tell you which terminal they were going to?” Luffy asked Nami, his fingers digging into his palm. He was going to bring you back — it wasn’t a matter of how, but when. He was sure of that.

Nami hummed. “Yeah. A23.”

And that was all he needed to hear.

Luffy immediately took off for your terminal, swerving through airport security and yelling out a “sorry” whenever he bumped into someone in the midst of his rush. There would be time for him to worry about the consequences later (though, he definitely won’t regardless—he never does). 

He follows the signs littered throughout the hallways. He looks for the letter A, which thankfully is the very first one. The numbers go up one by one, and Luffy can tell that time is running out. 

“Flight A23 is now boarding economy class passengers. Please make your way onto the plane.”

The sound of the monotone lady talking through the speakers is ringing through Luffy’s head, and he starts running even faster. 19, 20, 21, 22, 23–

There. You’re there.

He spots you talking to the flight attendant at the front, showing her your ticket and Luffy feels nothing short of a rush of emotions. This was it—all or nothing.

“[NAAAMEEE]!” He screams, not caring for all the heads that turn around to face him except for yours. All he needs is yours. And when you do, a shocked expression immediately showing through your feature, Luffy already knows he’s won.

“Luffy? What—why’re you here?” you ask, voice breathless and full of confusion. You don’t seem to care about everybody watching either.

“Come back to the crew! I know this isn’t what you want! Everybody—everybody is waiting for you back at the ship!” he yells, and you feel yours burn with tears threatening to shed. “The whole crew needs you. So just come back!”

You’re not sure what it is—a part of you wants to argue, tell him to go back and mind his own business. But when he ran all the way here to your terminal, showing you just how much you mean to both him and the crew, how could you ever bring yourself to refuse?

ZORO — GOING STILL WHEN YOU SLEEP ON THEIR SHOULDER

It wasn’t uncommon for Zoro to take the duty of the night shifts. It was an unspoken responsibility he had given to himself because he felt he needed to take care of the whole crew anyway. He trusted them wholeheartedly, sure, but if it fell into anyone’s hands he would rather it be him. These night shifts were the reason he was usually so tired in the morning, spending his day sleeping more than anything else.

Today, though, you had decided to make the impulsive decision of joining Zoro in his night shift. It was somewhat of a habit, but not really. There was no pattern, you’d just randomly choose to keep him company on days when you felt like it—and this happened to be one of those days.

The both of you were up in the crows nest, watching the waves idly pass by. Out at sea, there wasn’t any light pollution. You could easily see the stars and every bit of color in the sky.

“So…you’re just gonna sit there?” Zoro asks, confusion written all over his face. He was up lifting weights to the side, and most of the ones he owned were heavier than you could ever imagine.

You shrug. “I didn’t come here to be productive.”

Zoro only sighs in response, switching to carry his weight with only one hand and narrowing his sharp eyes at you. “Then why’re you in here? You’re not really keeping watch, either.”

“Your company.”

Zoro blinks at your blunt answer. Once. Twice. “…Oh. Fine, then.”

There’s a moment of silence between the two of you before he huffs and sets the weight down on the floor, walking to sit beside you. His cheeks are dusted a light pink, barely noticeable unless you really, really squinted.

Conversation starts to strike up naturally, like it always has. Funny stories from past adventures, little facts about the other crew members, and before you know it, your eyes start to feel a little droopy. 

Zoro notices, of course. But before he can make a comment about it, offering to carry you back to bed while he takes over the rest of the night watch, your head lands on his shoulder and he immediately freezes up.

“Oi, [Name]…are you asleep?” he asks, voice quiet as if he already knows the answer. You’re totally, utterly, knocked out, and now there’s no way he’s going to be able to move for the rest of the night.

Sure, he could just gently tap you awake and force you back into the girls room, but when you just look so comfortable and cozy…how could he bring himself to do such a thing?

So, no, he doesn’t move an inch—for the rest of the night. And by the time the crew finds the both of you in the morning, you’re still laying on Zoro’s shoulder and he’s asleep too, head laying on top of yours.

SANJI — SHARING AN UMBRELLA

It was in Sanji’s nature to be a gentleman. Through and through, to the core, Sanji was a gentleman—and he prided himself in that simple fact. To many people, he was regarded and considered as the ideal, perfect man; which made a whole lot of sense.

The crew had recently docked at an island known for its unpredictable weather changes—even Nami could barely tell when a storm was rolling through. So when you were shopping around the many stores around town, it wasn’t very surprising when you suddenly felt a drop of water land on your head.

“It’s raining,” you point out. The rain wasn’t anything too terrible—you’re sure if you walked back to the ship now you wouldn’t even be soaked. 

Sanji, though, wasn’t having any of it. If he let you get any more wet than you are now, he would have completely failed his duty as a gentleman. At least, that’s how he sees it—true or not. 

“[Name]-san, I’ll shield you with my body!” he bravely declares, holding his arms and legs out with his back facing the direction the rain was pelting you from.

“…Right, or we can just head into this store!” you reason, walking directly past him and pushing open the door of one of the nearby stores. Here, at least, the roof could make for an actually effective shield.

The cashier who you presume to be the owner doesn’t seem to mind, gladly welcoming the both of you in.

“Uhm…hi,” you politely but awkwardly greet, Sanji standing behind you like a guard dog. “Do you know when this rain is supposed to stop?”

The man shakes his head. “No, the weather conditions can’t be foreseen here. It could be an hour, or a few days. But I have a spare umbrella lying around if you want to use it,” he offers, searching the shelves under the register for where the umbrella was placed.

When he found it, he put it in Sanji’s hands. “Take this and head home. This is the only spare one I have, but…it’s better than nothing. Be careful on your way back, okay?”

The two of you nod and turn around to leave, giving your thanks to the kind owner. Sanji passes you the umbrella and says, “You have it. I can’t let the rain soil your outfit.”

You tilt your head. “Thanks for the offer, but we can just share.” Your hands fiddle with the buttons on the umbrella, and when it finally opens up, you hand it back to Sanji and stand under the umbrella as well—close enough that your shoulders touch.

Sanji’s shocked, but he doesn’t want to turn down a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity like this one—who would, if you were the one asking? 

So without another word, and very quickly, Sanji agrees. 

The walk back to the ship is nice, filled with small talk—and when you get back, the crew notes that Sanji is acting just a little more giddy than usual.

ACE — ONE BED

“…Whitebeard didn’t tell me that this was the arrangement,” you say, and Ace responds with just as much confusion.

“Yeah. That’s ’cause it’s not.”

You and Ace were ordered by Whiteheard himself to dock at this island and he even went as far as to have someone reserve a room for you in this specific hotel. Was it a mistake, or a set up? To be honest, you didn’t even know. 

“Do you want to go ask the lady at the front to change our room?” you question, scratching the back of your head as you watch Ace plop down onto the mattress with a sigh and without a care.

“Nah, it’s not that big of a deal. You can take the bed and I’ll take the floor. There’s a sleeping bag in the—“

Before he can get out even a single other word, you quickly cut him off. This habit of his, to neglect his personal needs for the comfort of others—especially you—pissed you off to absolutely no end.

“No.” Blunt and forward. No. He could never argue with you when your tone turned like that, but it was obvious that today he finally got the guts to try.

“What do you mean, no? I’m trying to be a nice guy! There’s no way you’re taking the floor, [name],” Ace countered, stubbornly crossing his arms over his bare chest.

“None of us have to sleep on the floor! The bed is big enough for us to share.”

It’s true, the bed was relatively big—like two twin size beds were mashed and blended together.

Ace’s entire face turns red at the thought, and you notice a few of the flames that flickered on his body when you mentioned that possibility. 

“Well, okay. Since you said it’s fine…”

Night rolls around relatively quickly. The two of you were laying on opposite sides of the bed. Nothing stood between you—not even pillows—just the trust and faith you had in each other to act like a decently mannered human being.

All the lights were turned off except for the dim coming from the bathroom, the only light you decided to keep open. The only sound that you heard was the shuffling of the sheets when Ace twisted and turned, and the low hum of the air conditioner filling the room with cold air.

Way too cold.

Ace must’ve caught it, because he asks, “…Are you cold?”

You chuckle awkwardly. “A little bit…is it that obvious? And what about you?”

“Pretty obvious—but I’m doing fine. Since, y’know…I’m made of fire.”

You hum and nod, but there’s obviously tension in the air. Ace knows what you want to ask, and you know what Ace wants to offer—but the both of you are too much of some cowards to say it.

It’s not until a full minute of silence and straight staring has passed that Ace speaks up. “Lay on me.”

It’s not really a question, but not a demand either. His tone isn’t forceful, and it obviously leaves you for a choice—though, “no” was never in the picture anyway.

You scoot closer to him, and him to you, and before you know it, your body temperature is quickly rising and you feel warm. You couldn’t even tell if it was from his natural body heat or just how nervous he made you.

But regardless, that night was the most comfortable sleep you’ve had in a long time—and you’re sure Ace feels the same.

[formulafanfics13]

you’re keeping us FED with these 😝😝

Can you please write a smut about James. Reader is wayyyy out of his league, she walks into the paddock alone and catches the eyes of drivers, they wonder who she is and then their questions are answered as she stands in Williams garage and the graphic pops up saying she’s James’ wife. Also they’re married with 4 kids and this is the first time in a very long time they’ve gone to a race without them. Halfway through the sex, some drivers Charles, Lando, Oscar and one of the rookies (you can choose whoever) overhears them from outside the hotel room and Lando being the freaky little shit he is starts listening to them then Alex walks by and confronts them and tells them that James and Reader do it whenever they get a chance. Also James LOVES reader, like everything about them. Ok that’s it, you can add anything that feels right. Thank you 💕☺️

Are you listening? - James Vowels 🔥

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Summary: It’s a regular race day… until you walk into the paddock and turn the entire grid to stone. Glamorous, calm, glowing, and absolutely unforgettable — no one knows who you are until you step into the Williams garage and James Vowles kisses your cheek. Suddenly, the whole world knows: you’re his wife. The graphic hits. The drivers spiral. And later, in a hotel room, so does the headboard — because James Vowles is making absolutely sure his wife knows exactly how much he loves her. Unfortunately for the rest of the grid, the walls are thin. And James? Is loud.

Warnings: Public attention, paddock chaos, strong female lead, marital smut, graphic sex, headboard noises, overheard moaning, half the grid listening in horror and fascination, jokes about fatherhood-induced stamina, thick dad dick energy, one of the most unbothered wives in Formula 1, embarrassment, Alex Albon with tea, emotional aftercare, and James Vowles fucking like a man with four kids and a weekend off.

The paddock goes silent the second you walk in.

It’s one of those rare, thick summer Saturdays. Hot air clinging to every inch of asphalt. Drivers shedding layers of Nomex. Engineers melting into their headsets. Sunglasses everywhere. 

And then you. Striding into the paddock like you fucking own it, alone, slow, and glowing. Floaty midi dress clinging to your waist. Sunglasses perched. Heels clicking like a countdown.

People actually stop walking. Logan Sargeant nearly drops his water bottle. Carlos and George double-take so hard they almost collide. Someone near the Red Bull garage says “who the fuck is that?” loud enough for Lance Stroll to mutter “someone’s wife, hopefully mine.”

Your makeup’s flawless. Your hair’s freshly blown out. And the real kicker? You’re smiling. Calm, patient, happy to be here, like you’re not the hottest thing that’s been in this paddock since 2005.

But it’s not until you walk straight into the Williams garage that the universe starts crumbling. Because you don’t just step in. You’re greeted. By James fucking Vowles.

“Hello, darling,” he says, already pulling your headset off your shoulder and replacing it with a kiss to your cheek. His arm curls around your waist like it’s second nature — which, of course, it is, and he barely glances at the crowd gathering outside the garage with full “who the fuck is that” confusion in their eyes.

And then the graphic hits. Big screen. World feed.

[LIVE] JAMES VOWLES’ WIFE ATTENDS SILVERSTONE with guest paddock access | four-time mum of the year | married since 2013

Charles chokes on his Gatorade. Lando actually says “no way,” out loud. Oscar blinks twice like he’s watching a glitch in the Matrix.

“HE’S MARRIED?” Ollie Bearman shrieks, practically vibrating.

“To her?” adds Lando.

The thing is, no one ever really knew much about you. You weren’t on Instagram. You didn’t follow the grid wives around. You didn’t do brand launches or sponsor events or make appearances in hospitality. You were never in the background of team TikToks. You were private.

But James? James never shut up about you. Not in a cringe way. Not even in a “wife guy” way. Just in a my entire being revolves around her way.

He mentioned you casually in interviews, “my wife and I took the kids to Spain,” “my wife handles most of the planning at home,” “I owe a lot to my partner for holding our family down while I’m away.”

No photos. No drama. Just subtle reverence. Like the sun in his life had a name, and it was always you.

That night, it all makes sense. The drivers stay in the hotel next to the circuit. Most of them. A few floors of quiet chaos, late room service, early wake-up calls, towel shortages. Charles is brushing his teeth when it starts.

A thump. Then another. Then the unmistakable creak of a headboard. He freezes. Bends slightly. Ears tuned. “Oh no,” he mumbles through a mouthful of foam.

Outside his room, Lando’s already there. Barefoot. Shirtless. Listening with the intensity of a man investigating a murder. “Tell me it’s not what I think it is,” Charles says.

Lando turns. Grins. “It’s definitely what you think it is.”

“Who?”

“I dunno. But she’s loud.”

Another moan echoes through the hallway. A long, breathless one. Oscar appears behind them, hoodie pulled over his head, hair a mess. “Why are you both standing in the hallway like perverts-”

And then he hears it. He blinks. Slowly. “Oh my god.”

 There’s another thud. Then “Fuck, James-”

Ollie Bearman appears, still in hid pyjamas. He’s halfway through asking if someone ordered food when he hears it too. All four of them freeze.

“Did she just say James?” Ollie whispers.

Lando is glowing. “Oh my fucking god.”

Charles presses his palm to the wall. “It is them.”

Oscar recoils, “James Vowles is dicking down his wife in this hotel?!”

Ollie’s face is pure horror. “I can never unhear this.”

Lando, gleefully: “He’s dicking her down like it’s his job, mate.”

Oscar leans in. “Do you think he’s-”

“Don’t finish that sentence,” Charles groans.

And then Alex Albon walks around the corner. Stops. Sees them. “Are you-” he gestures to the wall, eyebrows raised. “Are you listening to James?”

Lando smirks. “He’s loud.”

Alex rolls his eyes. “Yeah. They do that whenever they get the chance. Four kids. No privacy. You think this is bad? I walked in on them once. They didn’t even stop.”

Ollie makes a strangled sound. Alex claps him on the shoulder. “Welcome to the paddock, kid.”

Meanwhile, inside the room… James has you pinned to the mattress like he’s been waiting to get his hands on you all year. His shirt’s open. Yours is on the floor. The lingerie he helped pick out is bunched around your waist, soaked through and useless. You’re spread beneath him, thighs trembling, one hand tangled in his hair as he thrusts slow and deep.

His voice is rough. Low. Desperate. “Fuck, I’ve missed you.”

You moan against his throat. “You saw me this morning.”

He kisses you like he’s punishing you for teasing. “You know what I mean.”

You do.

The hotel is dark. You’ve both had just enough wine. The kids are at home with James’ sister. For the first time in months, it’s just the two of you. No school runs. No kitchen timers. No baby bottles or Lego mines or family iPad arguments. Just him. Your husband. On top of you, inside you, giving you everything he has and then more. 

“God, look at you,” he groans, sitting back slightly to watch the way you take him. “You’re so fucking perfect. Always have been.” Your hands slide down to your thighs, spreading yourself wider for him.

“Harder.”

He grins. “You sure?”

“James.”

And that’s all it takes. He pounds into you with a growl, one hand wrapped around your hip, the other sliding between your legs to rub slow circles over your clit. You’re moaning so loud you vaguely register someone might hear. Might already be hearing.

But you don’t care. He’s fucking you like a man unhinged. Like a dad on the verge of a breakdown. Like your body is his to worship and ruin and rebuild from scratch. You come first. Loud. Shaking. Clutching his arms like he’s the only thing keeping you tethered to this dimension. He follows seconds later, spilling deep inside you with a cry of your name, collapsing against your chest with a gasp and a kiss and the softest, “fuck, I love you so much.”

You’re both breathing hard. Sweaty. Sprawled. He pulls the blanket up and holds you close, nose buried in your neck. “Remind me to lock the door next time.”

You laugh. “What’s the point? I think half the paddock knows now.”

He smiles against your skin. “Let them.”

[seokmn]

EYES OFF OF YOU — CHAPTER TWENTY FiVE

SYNOPSIS :: Seokmin was desperate to find the perfect model to pair up with his friend for his upcoming project, and he found you.

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“The food here is amazing!” Seokmin took a bite of the last piece of food on his plate in a rushed motion, avoiding you to notice how he was shaking, and hummed in pleasure while closing his eyes, making you laugh.

 “It really is, I’m glad we found such a nice restaurant for us to spend some time together tonight.”

 Seokmin smiled and nodded. He took a deep breath and exhaled the air as if he was also letting the anxiety leave his body before leaning closer and brushing his nose against yours. You smiled softly in return and giggled before pulling back.

 “We shouldn’t do that in public. My heart can’t take it and I’ll start to act all giddy, then people will look at us weirdly and judge us.”

 “So what? It’s not our fault that we’re happy and they’re miserable.”

 “Excuse me, dessert?” The waitress interrupted and placed two plates on the table.

 “Ah, sorry, but we still didn’t choose our dessert.”

 The waitress ignored Seokmin and flashed a smile at you. You returned her smile and mouthed a thank you to her before watching her walk away, leaving you alone with Seokmin, confusion all over his face.

 “We should return it, it’s not ours.”

 Seokmin looked around the restaurant, trying to find the waitress who just dropped the desserts off. His hands started to sweat in anxiety.

 “But it looks yummy.”

 “We can’t eat something that isn’t ours,” he looked at the plates and saw the tiramisu, fruits and what the chef wrote down with chocolate, his brows furrowing as he read it out loud. “I know you’re the one for me… And you know that too. Be mine and let’s live happily ever after.” He gasped. “This is for a couple, we’re going to ruin their night if we don’t give these back immediately!”

 You laughed, thinking he was joking, but when you saw how preoccupied he looked, you knew he truly thought that the desserts weren’t yours.

 “Seokmin…”

 “Where is that waitress? We have to give the desserts back to her!”

 “Seokmin,” you spoke firmly and waited for him to look at you before speaking again. “Read it again.”

 He read it out loud again and looked at you with a puzzled look. “These aren’t ours, Y/N.”

 “Yes, it is!” You sighed. “They are yours.”

 He opened his mouth in shock and started to look at the plates and then at you. “What?! Are you joking right now?”

 “No, I’m not,” you chuckled and smiled. “I got here earlier and asked the staff if they could do this for me. So you don’t have to return the desserts to the waitress, she gave them to the right couple.”

 Seokmin’s shocked face turned into an awkward smile and he started to laugh. “No, you’re kidding.”

 “I’m not kidding, why would you think that?” Your smile started to falter. “Don’t you want us to be boyfriend and girlfriend?”

 “No…”

 “You don’t?!”

 “No! I mean, yes! I want us to be a couple, very much so!”

 You sighed in relief, but then looked at him with a confused expression. “Then what is wrong?”

 “I was supposed to ask you that tonight!”

 “What?”

 Seokmin’s trembling hand found its way to the pocket of his jacket that was resting on the chair and took out a dark blue box.

 “I even bought a necklace for you because I was scared that a ring would scare you away, ‘cause you know… I don’t want you to think that I’m proposing to you without even having you as my girlfriend. But I can’t believe you asked me first.”

 “You bought me a necklace?”

 Seokmin opened the box and revealed a necklace with a crystal flower shaped pendant.

 “It’s beautiful… I can’t believe you really bought me that.”

 “I was going to give it to you when we were walking back to your dorm. I was going to ask you to stop for a while to stargaze and then.. y’know, give it to you and ask you to be my girlfriend. Just like you said you wanted to be asked when we talked about it.”

 “You remember that? That was like 5 months ago!”

 “I remember everything you once said to me. And I thought that you didn’t like the idea of asking the staff of a restaurant to write things down on a plate.”

 “I don’t, but you like it,” you shrugged and smiled. “You said that exact same day that you find it romantic and that you’d like to be asked to be someone’s boyfriend like that. I just hope you didn’t change your mind and still find it romantic.”

 “It’s the most romantic thing someone has ever done for me,” his voice cracked a bit as he tried to keep his emotions in check. “I loved it, Y/N. And all I want to do is to be yours and live happily ever after.”

 “I’m so happy to hear that,” you let out a happy and relieved sigh. “So,  I’m going to light up the candle and take some pics of you with the desserts so you can show to everyone how much of a good girlfriend I am. And take the necklace back ‘cause on our way to my dorm you’ll give it to me just like you planned,” you chuckled. “I still can’t believe we both decided to ask the same thing on the same day.”

 “It says a lot about our connection, don’t you think?”

 “I couldn’t agree more with you.”

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[swirlyyygal]

“America’s Sweetheart”

Joel, ur boyfriend, saw you wear these cute and honestly kinda corny panties from the mall. But, even if they were corny, he couldn’t get enough.

AU!Joel Miller x F!Reader

CW/Tags!!: NOT PROOFREAD, panty sniffing…., eating u with the PANTIES ONNNNNNN BC HES A PERVERT, small dry-humping, SEXXX (raw, pull out method is used!), pet names, porn w/o plot, can be age gap or not!, reader has hair and wears a dress for a short while, slight exhibitionism, established relationship, super minimal dumbification

A/N: Hi hiiii!!! Mimi hereee!! HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY TO THE AMERICANS HELLLL YEAHHHUHHHH! Welll I was out at the mall and stuff and we went into PINK and I saw these ADORABLLEEEEE panties (the one on the banner). And not to be totallllyyy corny but I immediately thought of Joel Miller!! Yk there was a lotta stuff at the mall with that kinda vibe. Bath and Body Works too they had this cute little collection UGH. They know what a girl NEEDS and what a gal like me needs is JOEL MILLER AESTHETIC!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyway please enjoy, very self indulgent. Please ignore if this seems rushed and or I just seem like I’m yapping.. Have a good summer and expect some new content in the coming weeeeekssss!!

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The heat was getting to you.

The kinda heat that lingered on your skin even after a shower. You felt it on your face, your clothes, the air.

It was the kinda heat that made ur mattress hot where you lay last and your pillows warm.

Only getting worse now that the Summer months were here. You felt it in your bones, even when the fan was on. It itched at your skin, making your pick up a cold soda to press against the front of your neck. And like immediately the glass started sweating against the heat. You decided to head outside on the porch, hoping for a semblance of breeze instead of the humid, closed in house.

���What ar’ you doin’?”

You knew that voice all too well. Your loving boyfriend Joel Miller calling out infront of you. He was out in the backyard next to all the flower bushes and tall blades of grass that swayed in the air. You stood there, eyes squinting to catch him in your vision.

“What it look like cowboy? Heat is killin’ me..”

He had been meaning to fix the AC, but since it had been so cold up until recent, he pushed it off. He waded through the tall lines of green just a bit closer, right at the bottom of the porch stairs. You looked down at him and he looked up. He saw the way the can of soda sweat against your neck, small drips of condensation rolling down to your chest. He didn’t even mean to look. But that airy dress you wore wasn’t exactly the highest up on the chest area.

“Ah I hear ya’ I hear ya’. I’ll fix it tomorrow.”

He waved his hand. He said that last week.

“Please do, I’ll just die in there if you don’t..”

He rolled his eyes at the dramatics. Wiping the sweat off his brow. How he wore jeans in this weather, you would never know. Never. He was the type of guy that wore jeans all year round. You’d be lucky to see him in a pair of shorts. Once the cold of the soda can wore off and was now just as warm against your skin, a heavy sigh left. Cracking open the can and taking a sip in the hot silence.

It seemed so still. Until it wasn’t and a gust of wind hit you. Wasn’t even a good type, since it was so damn hot the breeze was hot too. You groaned against the metal of the can, brows furrowing with frustration. You felt the air pick up your dress but you could honestly care less. He’s lucky you didn’t come out naked. He continued standing at his spot from the bottom of the stairs. And when you looked down to see him after the initial gust of wind, his eyes were a bit wide and there was a dumbfounded smirk on his lips.

“What?”

You asked. Still holding the can by the top. He rubbed a hand down his face.

“W’dya mean “what”? What the hell ar’ ya’ wearin’ under that dress a’ yours?..”

You wondered what he was talking about. Huh? You knew you wore underwear that day. He saw your confused face and shook his head. Every step up made the white-painted wood creak. He came infront of you, towering over you and blocking out the sun. His hands traveled down your waist, all the way to the hem of the dress before lifting it up.

“JOEL!?”

You were shocked. Not mad or nothing just caught in surprise. He stood there for a moment. Looking down at your panties and finally you remembered what was so different about them. They were a soft cream color, with navy blue lace and a red bow. That wasn’t what reeled him in though. On the very front in cursive writing wrote “America’s Sweetheart” with a small heart under. He stared at them for a minute more.

“Where’d ya’ get these from?”

“The mall, I liked them so I took ‘em..”

He looked at them a moment more. Keeping the hem lifted up. You felt so exposed, even if you were in your own backyard. You just felt so naked.

“Hm. ‘Merica’s sweet’art.. Ain’t that cute.”

He gave you a chuckle. You laughed at his accent. How his thick Texan drawl shone with specific words, and wasn’t it ironic how America was one of them.

“Keep it up.”

You did without a second thought. Holding the hem up even higher than he did, so much so that your lower stomach was out. He examined you again, rough, hot hands dragging down your stomach to the sides of your hips. He did it in such a deliberate way, only with his thumbs did he trace the delicacy that was you. His thumbs then went inward, both of them to the sides of the sentence on your panties. His thumbs rubbed against the lettering, you shivered. Knees buckling.

In an instant he dropped to his knees. Hands wrapping around your legs so he entrapped you.

“Jus’ gettin’ a closer look angel..”

He watched them like a hawk. I guess just examining the fabric I suppose? So exposed so nude. Even if he had seen you naked before, like many many times. You still couldn’t shake that feeling of ‘oh my gosh I’m naked’.

He took a while before actually doing anything. His hands gripped the back of your thighs before burying his face into your clothed cunt. Your body twitched.

What the hell?

You hadn’t really seen him like this before, never had he ever just kinda sniffed at you. Sure he took in wafts of your perfume, or the smell of your shampoo, but never just the smell of you. And you could hear it too. How his nose was inhaling up against your clit.

“You’re so perverted.”

Laughing while praying he didn’t find out you were already getting wet. He just ignored the comment and kept going at it. You smelled like the average person, but to him you had such a unique smell to you. A smell no one could replicate that managed to completely engulf your body. His nose continuing to take in deep breaths even if he was lowkey suffocating, did he gaf? NO WAY! Not when his girl was letting him go to TOWN on her scent.

You looked away, turning your head forward and out to see the view of the sun setting in your backyard. It was beautiful don’t get me wrong, but hard to notice every single detail when he’s between your legs. After a while of him just sniffing around he finally flattened his tongue, letting it rest against the cotton fabric. He could feel the dampness of them.

“Oh and I’m the perverted one? Watch your words lil’ lady.”

Your body shuddered, you couldn’t even think of a comeback before his hands lifted your panties a bit. Making them tight against your skin before he continued to lap at the fabric. Sucking on the cotton like it wasn’t even there.

You felt the cold wetness rub against your clit and your knees buckled. Ankles almost giving out but you didn’t wanna fall because if you fell at this angle, you’d totally fall on his head and break his neck. So you tried your best to keep your legs steady and hands stable enough to hold your dress up.

His tongue was working wonders and he hadn’t even gotten to the main course yet. He just kept eating that fabric. You’d admit it felt real good, not as good as if he was eating the actual thing, but still incredibly fulfilling. Every time his wet tongue flattened around your mound you’d moan, praying no neighbors were outside to see. Most likely not, it was too hot anyway.

The heat of the sun, the heat between your legs, it all seemed so surreal. It felt right, too right where it seemed made up. In the distance you could hear the sound of fireworks popping, they had to test them before the real show of course. His mouth was working wonders, which was the real show to you. It’s like the distant sound of popping wasn’t even there for him, all that was there was what happened to be under your skirt. Now his whole mouth latched on, not just his tongue, but his whole mouth was devouring you completely and totally.

Your top fell forward as he used his tongue to push your panties to the side, licking a stripe up your, now clearly tasted, folds. The teasing only made the experience more intense, legs shaking while his knees began to get a bit sore. But that feeling was wayyy under the actual pressure of his cock straining in those jeans. He wouldn’t touch himself though, not yet, he didn’t want to waste an orgasm that didn’t involve being inside you.

His tongue licked your clit, intensely gripping your thighs to the point where it hurt. You’d tumble over if you weren’t careful. Circling around the small bead at the top of your dripping sex, he knew how to hit it where it hurt, the overwhelming pressure of EVERYTHIMG almost killing you. Keeping you on the edge of mind numbing pleasure. His tongue continued, swiping side to side. Then, he let go, why? You hadn’t even cum yet. You looked down, flapping your dress up, and JUST as you were about to ask, you felt it. His thick finger circling around your hole. No longer than 10 seconds, his finger slipped in, very easily mind you.

“Damn your wet. My finger’s gonna drown lil’ lady..”

He laughed, then took it out. That pissed you off even more. But complaining was futile because he began to stand, albeit incredibly wobbly but still, he stood. His face flushed red, and you couldn’t tell if it was backseat of him eating you, or the overwhelming summer weather. Possibly both. You hands went to his face, cupping his cheeks before leaving a tender kiss there.

“Ya look like smokes bouta start fuming from your head!”

That joking smirk would leave your face as soon as his shaky hands reached to your shoulders, tugging at the flimsy spaghetti straps and dropping the dress. You stood there. Naked in the backyard.

Your face was something of shock, need, and anticipation. And boy if we didn’t eat that up. He spinned you around na stepped you out of the dress, bringing you deeper into the porch so you could lean against the fencing. Tummy pressing against the wood. He was starting to get desperate, his motions telling you so. He stumbled behind you, rubbing his erection against your clothed ass. Rough hands holding tightly onto your waist as he did your thighs earlier. He hadn’t even taken his jeans off, he just kept rubbing himself against your body.

“Dumbass panties.”

He mumbled before checking they were slid to the side, then you heard the familiar zipper. A rush of anticipation filled your lower tummy. Hands quickly rushing to his boxers next. And it sprung out, you felt it smack against your ass before he took the base in hand, guiding his throbbing, precum dripping cock all the way down to your wet pussy. Teasing your hold with it, sticking the tip in slightly before taking it out. He wasn’t teasing you, no not really, more or less just making sure he didn’t cum inside immediately. You shined and he got the message, snapping out of his trance before completely pushing it in. A heavy breath in filled your lungs, then a groan, every time you forgot just how big it was and every time you would need some seconds to adjust. Your knees touched eachother, the heavy feeling of it inside you almost drove you to cumming, almost. He leaned over, stomach pressing to the arch of your back, hand resting on your stomach where his cock lay.

He didn’t say anything, didn’t need to.

“Good?”

He asked, usually he’d put it in a full sentence, but something was telling you that he definitely wouldn’t be able to do that, not now.

“Yeah..”

You responded dumbly, not able to process a full sentence either, not when he was all up in you. His head nodded, straightening his old man back before he began to pump. And pump he did. Damn was it fast. Probably because you were in the backyard, he did mention earlier that he wanted to try something a bit moreeeee, risqué. And this was a perfect start. You felt your wetness pool down to your inner thigh as his dick just kept pushing in and out. Every thrust in and out left a creamy ring around his own. You both heard it, and he saw it. A deep groan left his throat before he kept indulging himself in the pleasure that was BACKSHOTS.

Every time he got a chance to fuck your sloppy hole, it’s like he was being gifted by the angels themselves. Because if he didn’t get to have allat, he’d probably go insane by now. And he knew you thought the same the way your cunt squeezed it. You were a mess already, drool dripping down the side of your mouth while your fingers gripped the fencing until your knuckles turned lightening. Your moans got loudddddd, you were at that point in pleasure where nothing would stop your incessant moaning into the setting sun. Not even the neighbors, which you wouldn’t be surprised if they were outside barbecuing. But they could ignore it over the music and exploding of fireworks. He should have just done it then so you wouldn’t have an ounce of worry, and yet, he needed to do this. And you needed it to. I mean, if he did do that, you’d both be irritated until you really got to do it.

His pace didn’t let up, not a bit. He just kept POUNDING AND POUNDING. Large hand snaking over your body and going up to your face, hand stroking your cheek before tapping it gently.

“Still with me?”

“Ahuh..”

It was barely convincing, but convincing enough so he could keep going. And keep going he did. His hand still rest against your face, but the other was gripping your ass now. He leaned over, mouth ghosting the shell of your ear.

“God bless this nation for blessin’ me with a lady like you, ‘Mericas Sweet’art for sure..”

He referenced the wording with a laugh, you’d laugh too if you weren’t being fucked out of your skin. Wasn’t even that funny anyway. His thrusts got fastttttt, hips rutting against yours so he could really get the most of what he wanted from you. What he wanted- nah, NEEDED from you, was for you to cum all over his cock. He loved that feeling, and he needed it bad. Needed it ever since he saw that cream, blue, and red piece of cloth.

He didn’t need to wait long though, usually he’d like to tease it, wait for it, but you both knew that wasn’t happening today, not with the way you’ve both been aching for a release.

“J-oel! Need ta’!”

He didn’t waste no time, hand that rested against your cheek was thrown down between your thighs, two fingers circling around your clit like a DJ. A yelp left you, body jolting forward against the wood but you didn’t mind.

“You’re gonna cum before me, understood? And you’re gonna cum hard..”

Oh that ruined you.

“Ahuh Ahuh!”

You nodded and he gave a sly smirk, granted you didn’t see it because your head faced forward but you heard it clearly through his words.

“Atta fuckin’ girl.”

He really was a sweet man. He gave a few more thrusts and a few more pushes of his fingers before he had you screaming all over it. Knees buckling and grip getting so strong you’d think the rail would break. You came full force and he loved it, the way your cunt would pulse around him really drove him over to the edge. He felt himself about to cum so he let himself out, giving himself some last few strokes before cumming all over your back. The splurts were erratic and his ending moan was gravely. You both were still getting over the aftershocks, every twist of the thighs sending a small shock up your pussy. He gripped you again, turning you over to him your bare chest pressed against his T-shirt. Leaning down to kiss the drool leading up to your mouth. And that’s when it hit, when the breathes got more relaxed is when the heat and dizziness hit. You both blinked a few times, forgetting that’s what happened when you came in boiling weather.

“We have Tynol right?”

You spoke in a breathy tone, like if you talked too much the pressure on your head would get worse.

“Think so.”

He shook it off and picked you up bridal style, slowly and carefully as to not shake your head and make it worse. He walked past your discarded dress, wasn’t going anywhere anyway.

“We can wait inside for the fireworks, that alright?”

Your head shook lazily, draping over his toned arm. You’ll just have to pray both your headaches would get better before the event.

E/N: Holy frig this is so last minute MY DAYS I RUSHED TO FINSIH THIS! Anyway, forget Fourth of July, THIS IS JOEL MILLER DAY YAHHOIIIIIEEEEE! Sorry I haven’t been dropping anything this summer, it’s real embarrassing but I’ve been super procrastinating and busy with extracurriculars, but TRUST IVE GOT SOME STUFF ON THE WAY! Love love LOVE YOU ALLLLLLLL!!

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moodboard by @chennqingg divider by @fictive-sl0th

Biker!Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader | No Outbreak AU

Warnings for this Chapter: drama? a fight, Tess, talks about an age-gap, fluff! slight thirst - oops

Word Count: 3,3k

a/n: We're gonna have some fluffy time - or are we? 😶‍🌫️

《 M a s t e r l i s t 》

《 Chapter Sixteen 》《 Chapter Eighteen 》

Chapter Seventeen...

...in which you try to smooth the waters with your sister and welcome your boyfriend back in town.

Your cheeks reddened at her accusation. "Probably? I don't know... Oh, he, he likes to ride," you quickly changed the 'topic'. "Oh my gosh, really? But that's perfect, Y/N!" "Heh, uh.huh." "I mean... Liking horses? Hello?! Is he the perfect match?" Tess giggled - and you swallowed. "Mhm, yes, I hope so..." The riding thing wasn't a lie either. You just weren't talking about horses...

Taking another deep breath, you tried to keep a cool head. "Alright, alright, chill out for a second, okay? I'm going to answer everything, yeah? One thing at a time..." You didn't know if stalling would make things better, but... All your instincts told you to try, at least. You were too afraid of the outcome of this conversation. "Alright, sure, sweetie." Your big sister lifted both her hands in surrender.

You nodded. "Okay, so... He, uh, he's from Gainesville, G-" "Uhh, so you met him during your first semester?" Tess interrupted you instantly. "Is he a student, too?" "No, he-" "So you met him outside studying?" You narrowed your eyes; were already frustrated. "Could you please let me finish talking?" Tess just giggled. "Sorry."

You took yet another deep breath. "Yes, I, uh met him outside studying." It wasn't a lie, was it? "He's super hot, uh, long hair, beard, tall..." "Go on, sis." "Uh, lil' bit older..." You mumbled; trailing off. Tess raised an eyebrow. "You got a thing for older men?"

"He is, yes."

Tess kept continuing to pester you with questions, and you tried to describe Daryl without actually describing him - what a challenge. Nevertheless, you weren't telling a single lie.

"Is he a great kisser?" "The best." "And good in bed, too?" She continued; grinning cheekily. You, though, swallowed hard. Her words triggered quite a few memories of yours and Daryl's past. Not necessarily unpleasant ones, but... The knowledge of what came after was staining the 'good time' - but you quickly pushed those foul thoughts aside. It wasn't like this anymore. The past was the past. You and Daryl were working on the future now; intending to create new memories.

Tess smiled brightly and placed her hand on your forearm. "Sounds like he's better than you-know-who. I'm truly happy about this, Y/N. That you got finally over that asshole and made a fresh start."

Once more you swallowed hard; knowing very well that you shouldn't keep her in the dark for longer. You had 'wasted' enough time. "W-Well, uh, yeah, it definitely is a fresh start, but... But not like you think." Tess frowned and raised an eyebrow. She was now definitely confused. "What do you mean?"

Now or never.

"Daryl was here, wasn't he? A few months back?" Tess' expression darkened. "How do you know that?" "He found me, Tess. In Florida." Your sister's eyes widened at your words. She wanted to instantly say something, but you cut her off. "No. Listen to me before you say anything. Please." She nodded wordlessly; yet with a hardened gaze. "He found me. Mrs. Peterson told him where I was - unintentionally. I was so angry at him, Tess. So angry. I even slapped him." You paused; recalling the memory. "He wanted me back. A second chance. He told me that he loves me. I never saw him like that before, Tess. Broken, insecure, sad... Even afraid. But I couldn't. I told him I needed time and space. I had to let the scars heal. Daryl luckily understood and left.

"I didn't spend the first two weeks of my semester break on the campus, Tess. I'm sorry I had to lie to you, but you wouldn't have understood. We both know that. I spent the two weeks in Gainesville with Daryl. I gave him a second chance. An opportunity to prove himself. To show me that his intentions are pure and honest. I was more than just cautious, but... He showed me, Tess. And-"

"And so you just let him back into your life?!" Tess couldn't hold back any longer; her voice filled with anger and disbelief. "This is a joke, right? You are fucking kidding me..." You swallowed hard and shook your head. "I-I'm not, Tess. Daryl and I are together now. Truly. W-We made a fresh start and taking things slow." Your sister groaned and pressed the heels of her hands in her eyes. "Y/N... Do you really think that's a good idea after everything that happened? He used you! He treated you so bad and broke your heart!" She was clearly frustrated and worried. You could tell - but it wouldn't change a thing. "Don't assume that I don't know that. I do. I am fully aware of this, and believe me, I asked myself that question a lot of times... But love is strange, sis... You can't choose with whom you are falling in love with. It just happens."

Tess immediately started to shake her head and crossed her arms over her chest. "That's not love, Y/N, that's poison." You took a deep breath; trying to stay calm. You knew that this conversation wasn't going to be an easy one, but that...

"It is. I can feel it and Daryl feels it, too. He opened up his heart for me." "Oh come on, that's ridiculous and we both know-" "Tess," you interrupted her this time. Your voice was firm and serious. "Daryl is the man I have fallen in love with. He is the man I chose - and you have to accept it. Whenever you like it, or not. I don't ask you to become best friends with him. I only ask you to give him a second chance as well. Everybody deserves one. Please. Just try." With those words, you stood up from the corner bench, took your cup of hot cocoa and left the kitchen. Continuing this discussion wouldn't lead to anything, so you decided to end it. Perhaps it was even for the better. You decided to give your sister some time to think about this.

"Where are you now, baby?" You asked and rolled over on your bed; deciding to change the topic. "'M in Missouri now. Just drove outta St. Louis. 'M headin' for Kansas City 'n call it a night." "So the weather is behaving so far?" "Yeah, 's okay to drive at the moment. Not too bad. I hope it stays tha' way." You smiled to yourself. "So... Does that mean you'll be here by tomorrow evening if everything goes well?" Daryl snorted out a soft giggle. "If 'm gonna get up early 'n try real hard, then yeah." You instantly regretted your sentence quite a bit. It wasn't your intention to 'challenge' Daryl and urge him on to get faster to Miles City. You'd never forgive yourself if he'd crash the car and get hurt or worse.

Back in your small apartment, you flopped down on your bed, which also functioned as a sofa and pulled out your phone to text Daryl; asking him where he currently was and if he had time to spare for a phone call. When you didn't receive an answer, you just called him. Since he wasn't picking up, you assumed that he was driving at the moment and unable to accept your call or read your text. So, you decided to leave it be and leaned back; hands crossed behind your head. Your thoughts immediately wandered off to the conversation you just had with your sister. You truly hoped that this New Year's Eve wasn't going to end in a disaster...

The vibration of your phone against your thigh ripped you from those thoughts again. Reaching for the little device once more, you quickly spied Daryl's number and name popping up on the screen; causing you to smile.

"Hey there," you picked up the call. "Hey, sorry, sunshine. Couldn't pick up the phone. I was drivin'." "Yeah, I thought so, but I tried anyway - which was kinda stupid, sorry..." You performed a facepalm and pinched the bridge of your nose. "No, 's a'right. Needed a break anyway. Had ta take a piss. Wha's up, darlin'?" "Well..." You bit your lip. "I just talked to Tess..." Daryl inhaled deeply. "How did she react?" You couldn't see Daryl, but you were convinced that he was chewing either on the inside of his bottom lip, or the tip of his thumb. "Like anticipated... Not very positive." "Fuck... So much for yer plan..." You swallowed. "Yeah... I explained the situation, tried to be reasonable, but... She didn't believe me, I fear. Nevertheless, I made it clear to her that you are the man I love and chose, whenever she likes it or not. She has to adapt to the situation... Told her that I'm not asking her to become best friends with you, but to simply grant you a second chance and at least try to get along with you. I hope she will give it some thought..."

Daryl was quiet for a moment on the other end of the line, before his raspy, soothing voice urged to your years again. "Yeah... 'm hopin', too, 'cause I really wanna give this 'nother chance. I know I fucked up with Tess' as well, 'n she has every right ta hate me, but... I dun wanna be at war with 'er. We are both adults 'n we gotta get our shit together - least for ya..." You sighed softly; smiling tight-lipped. "That would be amazing, really, but I guess all we can do now is wait and see..." You received an approving grunt from your partner.

An unpleasant shiver ran down your spine at the horrific thought of that.

"If not that's okay, too, Dar," you instantly tried to back-track. "Just want you to drive safely, yeah? It's winter after all." "'Course. Dun worry 'bout me." You nodded to yourself. "Good. I'll see you, then. We text, yeah?" "See ya, darlin'. 'M textin' ya as soon as 'm in my motel."

After ending the call with Daryl, you checked the time and got up; making your way down to the stables to feed the horses.

Around lunchtime the next day, you approached the kitchen. Your destination was clear. It was about time that you talked with your aunt and uncle, since Daryl would be here soon...

Walking inside the spacious room, you found your aunt and uncle sitting opposite each other at the wooden table. Your aunt was cutting vegetables for the soup you knew she was going to cook for lunch, and your uncle had spread out the newspaper in front of him and was sipping on a cup of tea. "Thea? Joe? Can we, uh, talk?" Both heads got lifted; gazes drifting away from their work to face you. "Hello, honey," your aunt Thea spoke warmly with a smile on her face. "Of course we can talk." Your uncle nodded and patted the empty wooden chair; offering you to join them and take a seat.

Thea and Joseph exchanged a look, before they both chuckled - leaving you slightly confused. "And here we were, thinking you wanted to confess that you committed a crime or something," your uncle said then; shaking his head. "We expected worse," agreed your aunt and continued: "But, Y/N, honey... First off, you certainly don't have to ask us for permission if your boyfriend can stay over. You're not a teenager anymore. And secondly..." Thea smiled and placed a hand on top of yours. "We'd absolutely love to meet him, right, Joseph?" Your uncle nodded. "He a decent lad, yes?" You smiled at the positive reaction of your aunt - and your uncle's scepticism. Joe wasn't your real dad, but not less caring. "He is. Daryl's a mechanic and works in his brother's workshop." "So he's into cars?" You shook your head; still smiling. "Bikes." "Ah, I see," Joseph nodded approvingly. "Where did you meet Daryl?" Asked Thea then; attentively listened to your words. "We, uh, well... We met at the 'Rowdy Raccoon', but he's from Georgia. Gainesville, to be precise. He was on a bike trip with his friends and..." You trailed off for a moment. Your mind took you back to that one evening quite a few months back. "Well, uh, this is a story for another time, I'd say, but let's put it that way... We had initial difficulties. Nevertheless, we found back to each other."

"What is it, Y/N? Something serious?" Thea's expression shifted into slight concern - which you quickly extinguished with your answer. "No, no, no, don't worry. It's all good." You gave them both a soft, reassuring smile. "It's just..." You started and took a deep breath; not knowing how to actually say this. It wasn't like you did that on a regular basis...

"Well, I, uh-" "Stop beating about the bush, kid, and just spit it out, eh? We won't bite," your uncle urged you on with a smile and tried to coax whatever you had to say out of you. "Okay, okay," you chuckled; fingers fumbling nervously with the sleeves of your sweater. "I have a boyfriend and I invited him to spend New Year's Eve here, is that okay?" You just blurted out then; almost stumbling over your words.

Thea nodded. The smile was still present on her face. "I'd say he sounds like a decent man." "He is. I promise." "Hopefully," Joe added; taking a sip of his tea. Before you could even answer reached Thea over and chidingly swatted her husband's arm - accompanied by that look. You had to suppress a giggle. Then she turned her attention back to you. "Well, we can't wait to meet him. When will he be here?" "Uh... Sometime today." Your cheeks turned in a soft pink. "Most likely this evening or rather late night. I think I'll go see him at the motel and bring him home tomorrow morning." "Alright. I'll make sure to prepare some more food in the next few days then," your aunt stated with yet another smile.

Once you had slipped inside your shoes, you left the house and walked through the few inches of snow to your car - needing to free it from the snow, of course and then drove to the motel in the city. It took you a hot minute, though, since the streets weren't entirely clear. But about fifteen minutes later, you parked your car on the big parking lot of the motel and texted Daryl.

It was already close to midnight, when your phone made that typical incoming message sound. You were currently laying on your sofa/bed; watching some trash TV with your miniature television.

Checking the message, your heart skipped a beat when you saw Daryl's name had popped up on the screen. 'At the motel now, sunshine.' it read - and you were quick on your feet. He was finally here, in Miles City - and you couldn't wait to see your boyfriend again. You switched off the TV, grabbed your car keys, phone and a warm jacket. Then you closed your apartment door behind yourself and quietly made your way downstairs - knowing that your aunt and uncle were already asleep. Tess certainly wasn't. You were quite sure of that.

'Which room, baby?'

The answer came promptly.

'76'

You smiled and got out of your car; making your way as fast as possible inside the motel – successfully without slipping and falling flat on your face and kissing the ground. Once inside, you searched for room number 76 - trying to focus on the here and now and not let your brain lead you down memory lane again. This was different.

When you came to stand in front of the correct door, you took a deep breath and knocked; heart beating fast against your chest in excitement to see the man you loved again - even if it hadn't been even a week since you lastly saw him.

You smiled; cheeks heating up. "S-Sorry, I-" You didn't get to finish your sentence. Daryl had reached for your hand before you even registered it, and reeled you into his arms. Your body crashed into his, which caused your palms to connect with his still damp chest. And before you even knew what was happening, were his lips on yours; literally kissing you breathless.

Daryl was quick to open the door - standing in front of you half naked, with just in black sweatpants, socks and a towel dangling around his neck which he used to dry his wet hair. He smiled upon seeing you. "Hey, cowgirl."

You just blinked and kept on staring; not having expected to be greeted with this view at all. Not that you complained, though. It was just... not what you thought awaited you.

The biker's chuckle - followed by his deep voice snapped you out of your trance-like state. "Do ya wanna come in or jus' keep on starin'?"

You gasped in surprise, but couldn't help yourself but to melt against him; letting your lips move in sync with his. It was the first 'proper' kiss you shared, since you and Daryl were in an 'official' relationship - and it caused fireworks to explode within your whole body. You had to shockingly discover that you had dearly missed this. Those kind of kisses only Daryl was able to give you. Those kind of kisses who turned you into an addict on the first night you spent together. One thing was certain... You never wanted to miss them again.

The both of you only parted when you ran out of air. With your palms still on Daryl's chest and his hands on your waist, you inhaled deeply; getting fresh air into your lungs. You felt almost delirious, were still lost in the kiss and the touch of his lips - until the biker gently bumped his forehead against yours; his laboured breath fanning over your face. "'M sorry, darlin'. I shouldn't 'ave done tha'. I jus' lost control 'n-" You shook your head and interrupted him; rubbing soothing circles into his pecks with your hands. "No, don't be, please. I loved it." You reassured him and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth to prove your point.

Daryl swallowed. His troubled blue eyes meeting yours. "Y-Yeah? Ya sure?" "Absolutely," you said with a smile. The biker returned your smile and angled his head to entangle your lips in another kiss, but this time it was way more loving and chaste. Not as desperate and sensual as before. Nevertheless you enjoyed it. You loved to feel him this close. You let your hands travel up to wrap around his neck - towel be damned, to be even closer. Daryl got the subtle hint and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist; securing your body against his.

Within minutes, you ended up cuddled against Daryl's side with your head resting on his chest while his arms were snugly wrapped around you. Another smile spread over your lips - full of love. You appreciated that he didn't push you to go further than you momentarily could or wanted to. He respected your decision to not get physical yet; knowing that you were still mentally healing. And Daryl gladly let you drive; handing over the control. After all, he wanted to get it right this time.

The both of you stayed like that for a long moment; just enjoying each other's proximity, all the while exchanging soft kisses now and then - until steps, the distant sound of chatter and suitcases rolling over the carpeted floor managed to burst the bubble you and Daryl were in.

"We, uh, we should probably..." You muttered, trailing off and chuckled breathlessly. Your gaze travelled to the still opened room door and the man in which arms you were. "Yeah, we should," the biker agreed and let momentarily go of you to shut the door, before he embraced you again, but this time pulling you over to the bed.

Your breath hitched momentarily in your throat; chest tightening, "Babe..." but instantly relaxing again at his following words. "Jus' wanna hold ya. Promise," he whispered and guided you to join him in bed. You bit your lip and smiled, before kicking off your shoes and jacket on the way.

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Feelings and misunderstandings - Garrick Tavis

Happy belated garrick week!!

Day 7: free day @empyreanevents

Summary: you and garrick have been seeing each other for a while, and you think you don’t have any feelings for him, until you encounter something that makes your heart stop.

I’m absolutely beaten as I’m walking through the hallway of the second year’s dorms. I want nothing more than to get my room and sleep, but I also feel so happy and pretty damn proud of myself, cause my training is going great and I’m just so excited to see how far I can take my signet. I’m already really fast at close distances and now we’re working on longer ones, which is exhausting, but also amazing and fun. I can't help but smile as I make it to my room, and I see one of my yearmate’s door opening a bit further down the hall, weird given it's pretty late, but it's not like I'm not out here at this hour myself. I keep looking at the door, which I'm pretty sure is Nina Cattenach’s, but it's not her walking out. A man fixing his shirt. Tall, very tall man, huge back and built muscles? My smile falls, stomach sinks and I just stand there shocked, Garrick.

He doesn't seem to notice me and starts walking the other way, and suddenly I can't move, my eyes fill with tears, what the fuck? I mean, it's not like we're exclusive or anything, we’ve just been going out for a while and hooked up a few times, but I can’t help but feel like the walls are closing in on me. Gods I’m so stupid, of course he’s sleeping with other people, he’s the hottest rider in the quadrant and pretty much known for sleeping around. I don't know why it surprises me, or why I care so much, but I need to go. I force my feet to move and start walking fast with my head low, I see him leaning on the wall, head back. I pretend I don’t see him but he clearly sees me now

“Hey, how are you?” He says softly like I didn’t just see him get out of another girl’s room, which he probably doesn’t know, but I keep my head low and just give him a little “hi” and walk away. Once I turn the corner, I take every bit of strength I have left and use my signet to get to my room, once I’m there I completely crumble. I sit at the edge of my bed and cry into my shaky hands, I can’t believe I let myself get into this, I feel so pathetic, I’ve always had my priorities set straight, I mean there’s a war out there for fucks sake, people are probably dying this very second and I’m what? Crying over a guy, a guy who made it pretty clear that we weren’t exclusive from the start, but I guess feelings truly don’t make any sense. “Five minutes” I tell my dragon “Give me five minutes and I’ll snap out of it” and I do. I cry, sob and shake, I let everything out, but five minutes pass and I rub my eyes to clean the tears and stand up.

I start looking for my clothes to change when I hear a knock at the door. I freeze, stay completely still as if that will make the person outside leave, but they knock again, and I hear his voice “y/n, would you open up please?” I start panicking, I don’t want to talk to him, I can’t see him like this, but I know he won’t leave and he knows I’m here, I just saw him a mere five minutes ago at the fucking hall. I need to get out of here. I promised my friends I would stop doing this, but hopefully Rhi will understand. I reach for my power, cover my eyes with my hands to give her a semblance of privacy and appear in Rhiannon’s room. I hear a gasp and something falling “For fucks sake’s you’re going to give me a heart attack, I thought we agreed to stop doing this?” I drop my arms and look at her, hand at her heart and gives me a confused look when she sees my swollen eyes.

“I’m so sorry, I swear it’s an emergency” I run my hand through my face and look at the door “It’s a long story, but Garrick is outside my door right now and I really need you to tell him I’m not there” She looks back at her door like she can somehow see him from inside and looks back at me even more confused than before.

“Did something happen? Are you okay? Do I need to kill someone?” She says while frowning and I chuckle

“No need, just tell him I had to do something with the first years or whatever” she raises an eyebrow “I will tell you everything after” I shoot her a pleading look and she sighs and turns to the door.

“It’s almost curfew, what would you even have to do with the first years?” She shakes her head and opens the door, I put my back to the wall so he won’t see me and listen when Rhi says “Tavis, is everything alright?”

“Just wanted to talk to y/n, but she’s not answering her door” Hearing him makes the tears come back, but I close my eyes, breathe deep and pull myself together, then listen as he knocks my door again, he sure is insistent

“Oh, that’s because she’s not in there, I asked her if she would help me with something with the first years, you know how it is” I almost laugh a little, guess we could’ve come up with a better excuse

“What would she.. You know what? It’s okay, I can wait until she’s back” No.

“Oh I wouldn't do that, she may be a while, I think it will be better if you talk to her tomorrow, between that and the training she’s had a long day, and she gets crabby when she’s tired” I thank the gods for my friend and turn my head to listen better when I hear another door opening

“Was there a meeting in the hallway I didn’t know about” I hear Ridoc’s voice, no, no, no, go back in, now.

“Just telling Garrick how y/n is not here and he should come back tomorrow, you know since she’s doing that thing, and also you know how she gets after training” There is a silence and I could swear Rhiannon is giving Ridoc the look so he gets on board, and Garrick is probably not buying any of it, but still he sighs and says

“Fine, just… whatever” I hear his footsteps as he walks down the hall, and then Rhiannon and Ridoc come inside.

“Oh who would have thought, she’s here” Ridoc says sarcastically while Rhi closes the door and I sit on the floor “That was really bad by the way”

“Shut up I panicked and couldn’t think of anything else” I flip him off and lay by head against the wall

“Now, talk, what the hell happened between you two? I thought things were going great” Rhi asks as her and Ridoc sit on the bed in front of me

“I thought so too, but I just saw him coming out of someone else’s room” I sigh “And I know we’re not dating or anything but it kinda hurt” Rhi gives me a sympathetic half smile and Ridoc huffs and leans back on his hands then says

“I mean, it’s not like you haven’t been fucking other people” I just look up at him, then at Rhiannon, and I watch as both of their eyes wide in apparent shock and Rhi’s lifts her eyebrows, while Ridoc, never one for dramatics, pushes himself forward and grabs his face “What? You haven’t slept with anyone else since you started seeing Garrick?” He asks

“You’re making me sound like a slut” I say while crossing my arms “And no, I mean not because I was being loyal to him or anything, but I just… I don’t know.. I didn’t care about anyone else”

“He’s that good, huh?” Rhiannon asks, wiggling her eyebrows and I roll my eyes, not thinking about that right now, but damn if it isn’t true.

“It doesn’t matter, the point is I’m in too deep and I have to end it, I’m not going to be waiting for him like a fool while he goes through his long list of suitors hoping I’m next. I just can’t talk to him, not yet, I think I might burst out crying if I see him right now” The three of us hang out for a while and then we go to sleep, I feel a little lighter after hanging with my friends, but there’s still a pressure in my chest as I lay in my bed and can only feel dread at the thought of having to face Garrick and talk to him. As much as I try not to, a few tears fall as I lay there until I eventually drift off to sleep.

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The week passes and I don’t talk to Garrick, I don’t even look at him, even when I can feel his eyes on me. He tries to approach me a few times, but everytime I see him coming I leave, sometimes I manage to make it look casual and unintentional, but there was one time I saw him coming in a hallway and I literally turned around and teleported out of there, so… yeah, thankfully I haven’t seen him since, and I don’t see him here now as I sit at the table with my friends for breakfast.

“So, we’re definitely going to Chantara tonight, we need to blow off some steam, especially you” Rhi says to me “You’ve been moping all week, it’s weird” Violet nods from the seat next to her, and honestly, they’re right, I’m usually one of the most active and enthusiastic of the group, but it’s true i’ve been off character this last week.

“You just need to find some hot cadet to have a hot night with, it will be good for you” Ridoc adds while he eats… something

“I don’t think hooking up with some random is going to magically make her forget Garrick,” Sawyer says, coming to my aid, I think.

“Well she can try” Ridoc answers with his mouth full, pointing at me with his fork

“You know, I think you may be right” I say while pushing Ridoc’s hand, and his fork, away from my face “I don’t know about the hot night, but we should go out, I’m tired of hiding from Garrick, it’s getting ridiculous, I need a night of peace” Rhi and Ridoc high five and I shake my head.

“I mean” Violet says “You could just talk to him” She’s not wrong, I know it’s childish to keep avoiding him, also because he technically didn’t do anything wrong, but I just can’t bring myself to face him, because I know I’m going to have to end it or come clean about my feelings, both things I really don’t look forward to doing.

“What would I even say to him? ‘Hey so I saw you come out of another girl’s room and since I'm stupid and apparently have some sort of feelings toward you I went and cried in my bed and then when you came to see me I pretended I wasn’t there so you wouldn’t realise I care about you and made up some lame excuse to make you leave?’ I’d rather postpone it until it’s absolutely necessary, thank you very much.” The four of them look at me with different variations of confused expressions.

“Yeah, we’re definitely going out tonight,” Sawyer determines.

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The room is loud and filled, and I'm sitting at the bar, looking at Sawyer and Jesinia back at the table. Rhi and Violet are somewhere around here, and we’ve already lost Ridoc a while ago after seeing him talk to an infantry cadet. I separated from the group about an hour ago because I was seriously bringing the vibe down, I swear i’m trying to have fun but I just can’t get Garrick out of my fucking head, I do my best to focus on anything, literally anything else, but he’s just in there lingering with his perfectness and his smile and his fucking dimple. I’m so absolutley fucked.

I take a sip of my drink and consider the probabilities of my friends killing me if I leave when someone says “Hey, do you mind if I sit?” I look at the healer cadet who spoke, he’s pointing at the chair next to me. The guy is tall, blonde and with hazel eyes. It wouldn’t hurt..

“Not at all” He sits and gets himself a drink, I see from the corner of my eye how he moves the chair slightly closer to me

“So, not a great night?” I give him a confused look “You look like you would much rather be anywhere else but here right now”

“It’s not bad, my friends are having fun, but I’m greatly considering abandoning them and going to bed” I turn to look at him, our knees almost touching as we face each other, one of his arms leaning against the bar. “We are supposed to be blowing off steam but I can’t seem to find the energy to talk to people”

“Well good thing I’m here then, I’m Jace” He extends his hand and I take it

“y/n” We keep on talking and the conversation flows easily, it isn’t particularly flirty at first but at one point he gets closer and puts a hand on my leg, and I’m laughing when I hear the thing I’ve been dreading all week

“I need to talk to you” You have got to be kidding me. I turn and look at Garrick, who’s standing with his arms at his sides, fists closed, and if I didn’t know better, I’d think he was jealous “In private”

“I’m a little busy right now” I lift my eyebrows and he just stares at me. What the fuck is he doing here? This is supposed to be the one night I don’t have to worry about him.

“Please” The look on his face does me in, because even if I don’t mean anything to him, he sure as hell does to me, and that makes me feel even more pathetic. I look at Jace and he gives me a sad smile

“I’m so sorry about this” I start to get up from the chair and he looks a little disappointed, but then looks at Garrick and says,

“Don’t worry, I had to get going anyways, but I’ll see you again” Garrick scoffs and I glare at him, then start walking towards a more quiet place and he follows. When we get to a corner of the room I turn around and cross my arms

“So, what do we need to talk about?” I look up at him and gods, this is exactly why i’ve been avoiding this moment, just looking at him makes my knees feel like jelly, he’s the most exquisite, beautiful man I have ever seen, and as if that weren’t enough, he is also extremely fun to talk to, kind, funny and so fucking sweet once you know him.

“You have been avoiding me all week, I have been trying to talk to you since the other night when I saw you at the second year’s dorms” he moves closer to me, and he honestly looks worried “Are you mad at me? Did I do something wrong? Just tell me because I swear I don’t understand” I stay quiet because I have no idea what to say, I really should’ve thought this through “I thought everything was alright between us, we had plans to train together and you didn’t show up, you literally escaped two days ago when you saw me. I just want you to talk to me, i’ve missed you”

“Yeah, it sure looked that way when you were coming out of Nina Cattenach’s room” Shit. I shouldn’t have said that.

“Fuck, I hoped you hadn’t seen that” he runs a hand to his face and I can’t think of a way to get out of this “I can explain…”

“There’s nothing to explain,” I say, holding my hands up. “you’re not my boyfriend, you don’t owe me anything, I really shouldn’t have said that. You can do whatever you want with whoever you want to do it with. I just need to get my priorities straight”

“What is that supposed to mean?” he asks, furrowing his brows

“It means that we are in the middle of a war and we really should be focusing on that. I mean, people are dying and I’m crying over a guy for fucks sake’s” I don’t realise what I said until after I say it, and Garrick’s face falls “Fuck- sorry, but.. Whatever, I don't think we should do this anymore, you’re great and we had a great time but I can’t keep going, I'm sorry” My voice breaks at the end and I leave before he can say anything back, and before I make an even bigger fool of myself. As I make it to the door I see Violet from afar, who mouths “Everything alright?” I shake my head and get out of there, I make my way back to the dorms and force myself to sleep before I can think too hard about what happened.

The next day goes on slowly, I don’t leave the room more than the absolutely necessary, I clean, I read, and I study until the sun goes down. I realise I missed dinner, but I wasn’t hungry anyways so I just start getting ready for bed when I hear a knock on my door. I already know who it is, he doesn’t have to say anything. I contemplate just ignoring him, but I can’t keep running from him, so I go to open the door and find Garrick standing there, hands in his pockets, looking at me with a sad look on his face.

“Can I come in?” He asks softly, I nod and move a little so he can get in, and then, for a minute we just stand there without saying anything “I don’t want to bother you, I can leave if you want me to” I breathe deep and sit at the edge of the bed, signaling for him to take the chair in front of me, and he does. “You said something yesterday that caught me off guard” I know what he’s talking about, I’ve always acted cool and composed around him, never showed too much feeling or emotion, so i’m sure he’s surprised about me admitting to crying over him because I saw him with someone else, even if I obviously didn’t mean to tell him. “I’d like to explain, if you’ll let me” He says it so kindly, I suddenly feel like shit for ignoring him.

“I’m sorry, I know I haven’t handled things the right way, it was childish to avoid you and I should’ve just talked to you, or maybe I shouldn't even be saying anything, i’m a bit lost with everything” I laugh nervously and take a deep breath “You don’t owe me any explanations, you’ve made it clear since the beginning that we weren’t exclusive and I shouldn’t be moping about it or expect anything else”

“You can feel whatever you want to feel. I don’t care about what you should or shouldn’t do, I want to know how you’re feeling” I look at him and I see nothing but truth in his eyes.

“I just…” I look at my hands because I can’t look him in the eyes while I say this, not when I’m about to ruin everything and absolutely embarrass myself “I just feel really pathetic, because I haven’t even thought about being with anyone else. Not because I thought we were together or anything, but because I honestly didn’t care about whoever random came up to me, not when I knew I could have you instead, I simply wasn’t interested in other people” I force my voice to keep even and my hands to stop shaking “And then I saw you get out of Nina’s room, and… I don’t know it kinda hit me that we’re not anything serious and I’ve been developing feelings for someone who obviously doesn’t feel the same way” I dare to look at him for a second, and he’s looking at me with a seriousness I’ve never seen from him before “Which is okay, again, you never said this was nothing more than just hooking up, which is why I felt so stupid, I still do” I can’t look at him, he doesn’t say anything right away and i’m not sure I even want him to. I kinda wish he would get up and leave and ignore me forever.

“Look at me, please” He says softly, and when I don’t move, he grabs the side of my face gently and lifts it “You’re not stupid, and it’s not pathetic. I didn’t sleep with her” I furrow my brows, what the hell is he talking about?

“Yes you did, I saw you get out of her room, your hair was messy and you were fixing your shirt, it doesn’t take a genius to figure it out” How dumb does he think I am?

“No, I didn’t. I mean yes I was going to, but I couldn’t get through with it, because she wasn’t you” My heart skips a beat, what on earth is he talking about? “And I only went back with her because I see how guys are constantly throwing themselves at you, and I saw you going back to the dorms with a guy from third wing, and then you were late for class so I assumed..” Just- what the fuck? The way I remember it, this guy was bugging me (trying to flirt, I guess?) while I was trying to study at the library, so I pretended I had to get back to my room to get away from him but he insisted on walking me there. Nothing happened, obviously, but then I took a nap and overslept a bit so I barely made it to battle brief, I just didn’t know Garrick had noticed any of it “And it sounds really pathetic now, but I guess I thought if I was with someone else too then I could prove to myself that I wasn’t foolishly, completely in love with you.” My heart stops, I’m suddenly out of breath, and for a second there I'm sure I misheard him “Clearly I was wrong, it’s what I came to tell you that night” I just stay there looking at him like I can’t believe what he just said, because I can’t. I can’t make myself say something, I’m too stunned to speak, what do you mean he’s in love with me? Him, Garrick Tavis, the most coveted rider in this whole college, in love with me? I think I might just start jumping around and squeaking. Instead I grab the collar of his shirt, pull him closer to me and kiss him. His hands go to my waist and in a fast, smooth maneuver he pulls me into his lap and kisses me deeply. The kiss is fast and crazy and we’re both breathing heavily when we pull away “What a nice way to avoid giving an answer” He smiles and flashes a dimple, my absolute downfall, and I cradle his face with my hands, stroking his cheeks

“Not avoiding anything, just speechless” I kiss him softly and I watch his sparkling eyes “Do I even have to say it? I’m crazy for you, you’re the only one who makes me believe there’s something more than just surviving around here, and the one that makes this terrible world a beautiful thing. Of course I love you” He grins at me and kisses me again, he lifts me in his arms as he stands up and walks to the bed, laying on top of me without breaking the kiss. My hands immediately grab his shirt and motion him to take it away, which he does. Doesn’t matter how many times I see him like this, I’m always completely in awe of his spectacular body.

“Just so we’re clear, we are exclusive now” He says against my mouth, and I smile harder, if it even is possible, and run my hands through his back.

“Thanks for the clarification, I will let everyone know” He laughs and presses his forehead against mine “Never thought i’d see the day where Garrick Tavis actually committed to someone”

“Guess you’re the lucky one” And as his mouth starts going down my jaw to my neck, the only thought that runs through my head is I am indeed.

[dragonzfanfics11]

«★Another nightfury?²★»

Hiccup x reader (w nightfury!)

Summery - hiccup decides to show you berk and trys his best to learn more about you! you also meet one of hiccups friends! along with staying the night at hiccups hut! (In a guest room 😅)

Warnings - nothing major besides possible spelling errors, reader is said to not want to reveal the hidden nightfury home, your nightfury is very untrusting twords Astrid and hiccup still, let me know if I miss anything :]

New character speech colors - Astrid

Part 1 ★ Part 2 ★ Part 3? ★

Here's a part 2 for y'all! Hope you like it!! :] I tried to add more romantic tension (idk what exactly to call it) plz tell me if it's good or not I've never done like slow burn before 😭

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~Reader background to clear any confusion!~

~You grew up in a place similar to the hidden world except it's full of nightfury's! You do your best to make sure nobody finds out about it to protect the nightfurys from hunters (I should've added this in the first part 😅)~

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After quite a bit of convincing hiccup managed to get you to go back to berk with him

Currently you were riding your dragon while he rode toothless

"so..there's been an entire village we're vikings and dragons live in peace? This whole time?"

"Well not the whole time it's been a few years since we befriended dragons"

You nod slightly to his words and your dragon lets out a small huff twords toothless, who seemed super excited and kept trying to interact with your dragon playfully

After a few moments of tense silence, other then the two nightfurys chirps and grumbling sounds, hiccup breaks it

"so where are you from? I've never seen many other dragon riders or anyone who's lived out where we found you"

You tense at the question, you weren't supposed to tell people about about where you grew up, to make sure the other nightfurys won't be discovered, quickly you make up an excuse on the spot

"oh uh- I'm uh not really sure, I travel a lot y'know? Ever since I was young.."

Hiccup notices the way you tensed at the question but decides not to comment on it, "maybe they just have a rough past or something?" He thought to himself

"You travel a lot? We do to! Me and toothless here love to explore new places don't we bud?"

Toothless lets out a happy snort in response before giving his dragon smile twords nyx who gives him a slightly odd look before attempting to do it herself

"that's neat, there's lots of beautiful islands all over that have no vikings around, just dragons and other small critters everywhere"

You smile slightly at the thought, the first time you've smiled since you've met hiccup

He didn't even realize he was staring until you turned you head to look at him for not responding and he quickly looked away, his face turning red from embarrassment

"oh thor, why was I staring?? All they did was smile for-"

Hiccup mentally panicked before you spoke again, interrupting his thoughts

"are you ok? Did I say something wrong or-"

"no!"

Hiccup said way to quickly, before he quickly trys to compose himself, clearing his throat awkwardly

"uh- I mean no, no you didn't say anything wrong, it's just- it's nothing"

You look at him confused before he glances ahead and recognizes the familiar island of berk, he silently thanked the gods for giving him an excuse to end this awkward moment-

"oh! There's berk!"

"that's your home?"

You were both still some distance away but the place was definitely big, and full of people along with dragons, but the people caught your attention more since it was a lot more then your used to seeing compared to the ships you've seen from a distance.

"wow that's....a lot of people..."

"yea, berk is definitely not a small village"

He chuckled softly to himself before glancing over at you, noticing you seemed a bit nervous

"we can land down at my place if you want, we don't really have to go straight through berk, meet a few people at a time if your more comfortable with that"

You look at him mildly surprised, not expecting him to give you the option to avoid the huge crowd of people

"uh, yea...that be great actually.."

"Ok, follow me"

He smiles at you slightly before urging toothless's to fly a bit further ahead, you and your dragon not far behind

You and hiccup both land at the front of his hut and dismount your dragons, toothless buddies your dragon to show them some random things in which she slowly follows but never leaves your line of sight , still seeming to not fully trust hiccup

"she really doesn't like me huh?

Hiccup spoke up after noticing your dragons glares that has yet to fully leave him

"yea...she doesn't really like people"

"she likes you"

"Well I practically grew up with her"

"You-"

Before he could even ask more about anything, which he really wanted to- for reasons even he didn't know, Astrid interrupted him while riding stormfly, landing a few feet away

"hiccup! There you are! Where have you be-"

She stops instantly when she sees you, not yet noticing your dragon who was being distracted by toothless's for the moment

"oh Astrid! Hey, uh this is y/n, y/n this is Astrid"

Hiccup piped up while vaguely waving a hand towards you with a smile

"uh hey.."

You wave slightly in somewhat of a greeting, your definitely not used to talking to many people in general, let alone the normal greetings for a simple conversation

"hiccup what's she doing here? We have enough mouths to feed as is and how do we know we can even trust this stranger?"

"relax Astrid we can trust her"

"how do you know that? She could be a dragon trapper or spy for all we know!"

"I'm not-"

By now the small commotion has caught your dragons attention and she quickly tried over, toothless's following with confusion in the dragons sudden shift

It wasn't long before your dragon was at your side, sitting on her back legs to look taller and wings slightly extend to look more threatening, glaring at the blond girl

"Whoa! D/n no! Calm down!"

You quickly stand in front of your dragon, arms raised to try and calm her down, stormflys spikes stood defensively behind Astrid but didn't look ready to actually strike

Astrid on the other hand- stook completely baffled

"and uh- Astrid this is y/n's dragon, a-"

"Nightfury.."

"Yea...."

You stand awkwardly next to your dragon, who still wasn't giving an inch of trust to Astrid or hiccup but you had at least calmed her down enough to not be ready to attack the nearest person

"I can't believe it..another nightfury after all this time? How'd you find her? Is there more out there?"

"uh- I um-"

You barely have much time to try and think of any comeback to her questions, trying to think of any believable excuse to hide the truth

"Astrid don't overwhelm them, they just got here and needs time to get used to the place"

"get used to the place?-"

"yea, that'd be nice actually"

-time skip to hiccups hut-

"here's where you can stay tonight, I know the spare room doesn't have much but it at least has a bed and some extra clothes that hopefully fit you"

Hiccup says with a slightly awkward chuckle as he shows you the guest room

"it's nice actually, I don't normally sleep in places like this..y'know with traveling all the time"

"why do you travel so much anyways?"

"uh- it's just....nicer to see new things I guess.."

"do you even have a place to call home?"

You paused slightly at the question, you want to tell hiccup about the hidden nightfury home, I mean he has a nightfury that practically his best friend and he seemed nice enough

But you also didn't want to let your guard down and risk the nightfury home being discovered by the wrong kind of people

"I'm sorry that was probably rude to ask.."

You snap out of your thoughts and look up at him, realizing you must've zoned out

"no! No it wasn't rude it's just hard to explain exactly.."

He just quietly looks at you for a moment before deciding it was best to change the subject

"uhm- d/n can sleep over here, toothless's spot has enough room for-"

Before he could finish, your dragon pushed past him and into the guest room, laying down next to the bed with a huff

Toothless lets out a disappointed snort and waddles over to his own spot

"nevermind then"

Hiccup says with a chuckle and you laugh a bit with him

"yea, we usually sleep near eachother most nights, kinda just habit now"

You and hiccup stand in silence for a few moments that lingered between awkward and strangely comfortable..

You were first to break the silence

"well uh, goodnight hiccup"

"yea, goodnight..see you in the morning"

"You to"

Then you and hiccup both went to your respective rooms for the night

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Sorry for such the long wait for this!! 😅 I'm not exactly sure how much I like this but I thought the same for the last one and y'all loved it so hopefully it goes the same for this chapter!

Next chapter will probably have hiccup finding out about the other nightfurys 🤔

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[madameisaacpereire]

rose cheek'd adonis

 ❝You’re very pretty, angel.” 

The outright compliment blindsides you. You aren’t used to actually getting statements like that out of him anymore— not since you were children—  it’s part of why you feel so comfortable needling at him. He doesn’t say such things. He’s safe. 

“Yeah, I know.” Your words come out slow, confused almost.❞

In which you get wine drunk on Henry's living room floor.

just henry leading angel on some more. happy (late) independence day, enjoy your treat. unedited entirely bc im consistent

the guardian angel collection

You let yourself into Henry’s apartment even though he isn’t home without even thinking about it. His place is often better stocked with liquor than anywhere else you have immediate access to, and it’s private enough that you don’t have to worry about some old townie trying to bring you home with him. The key— given to you for emergencies— finds the kitchen counter as you reach into the cupboard to pull out a wine glass and bottle. He probably means to serve it with something specific, or bring it to the twins’ for Sunday dinner, but you hardly care about that right now.

Because right now, you’re on the tail end of an excruciatingly bad double date. A level of bad that requires drinking about it, whether you’d like to or not. You fill the glass neatly, consider putting the bottle back, and bring it along with you to the living room. The apartment is still, but there’s signs of life in the corners. A few papers scattered across Henry’s desk, for example. An ashtray full to the brim with soft heaps of ash and crushed cigarette butts. He must have been in a rush this-morning, you decide. 

Perhaps one shouldn’t drink midday— or exceptionally early in the evening, as it were— but there’s nobody here to stop you, anyway, and you need to spiral. At least a little. If you don’t, it’ll be harder to keep pretending that everything is alright— that you aren’t lonely and you aren’t suppressing any feelings— and you can’t have that. You can’t.

You’ve brought along a record, a familiar favorite of yours, just to take the edge off in a way classical compositions are never quite able to, and you remove it from your bag as you cross the room. You slip it from the sleeve, place it on the turntable, and adjust the needle so it starts at the end of the first song, your least favorite.

 It starts playing with a harsh scratch and the sound of breaking glass— or is it some kind of tambourine? They sound close enough, at any rate—and you feel the tension begin to leave your shoulders. You elect to sit on the ornate rug with your back leaning against the couch, just to feel even more pitiful as you drink, and by the time you’re seated you’ve already finished your first glass of wine.

You know you should pace yourself since you didn’t stay long enough to eat anything, but you’re just annoyed enough to feel reckless. So you pour and all but chug two more glasses— are nursing your third drink in well under ten minutes when Henry comes home. 

He pauses in the entry, listening. You don’t bother to say anything: he already knows it’s you, can tell by the soft pink heels left askew by the front door and the tan overcoat laid haphazardly on the kitchen counter.

“Angel?” His voice echoes through the apartment with authority, as always, and confusion only you can decode.

“Present!” Your words have all gone liquid at the edges, syrupy as the syllables trip over themselves. 

You’ve managed to get sufficiently trashed within fifteen minutes. Good. That has to be a record. You listen as he walks into the living room and stops just beside the couch to survey the room. He sighs once, the way he often does when he comes to the conclusion that you’re being immature, and starts across the room as if to turn the music off.

“Don’t,” You protest, sharply enough that he pauses, “Pretty please. Just endure it.”

“Why should I?”

“Because I asked nicely, that’s why.” You find yourself being bossy as ever, confident in a way you haven’t been— unless he’s being scolded, that is— since you were young. Maybe it’s that alone that makes him take a step back, obliging you.

“Good. Now, sit,” You pat the couch behind you, “Stay awhile.”

Henry sighs once more and drags himself to sit on the couch, just behind you. You lean your head back on his knee. You aren’t very shy with physical contact when you’re drunk. He stiffens behind you but says nothing. You pretend it’s because he feels something when you touch, the same way you always do.

“What happened?” He asks.

You sigh and close your eyes, resting the glass on your knee.

“Double date from hell.” You say, brows drawing together as your bottom lip pushes out— just slightly— into a pout. 

“Aren’t most dates?”

You huff out a laugh.

“Maybe so. I hadn’t been out in a while. You all keep me too busy to bother.”

You open your eyes and take one last gulp from your glass before holding it up over your head, offering it to Henry. He takes it without a word, his fingers brushing yours for half a second. If you weren’t already dizzy with drink, this alone would send you into orbit. You drop your hand back to your lap.

“Does that bother you?” He asks after a sip or two.

You shake your head without lifting it. 

“Not really. Not much.”

You lapse into comfortable silence again.

“So it does, then.” 

He sounds contemplative. 

“Barely.” 

“You’re lonely.”

You shrug.

“I’m not going to kill myself over it or anything, but sometimes.” 

He leans down to set the glass beside you, now empty. He’s close enough that you can’t breathe for a moment, but the moment is over before you know it. He sits back up and you hear him digging in his pocket, then striking a match. 

“Give me one?”

“You’re full of demands today.” 

“As if that bothers you.” 

He pauses for just a moment before handing you one. He still has one for himself, you realize: he lit two in the first place. It brings a small smile to your face, though you won’t think about why.

“It isn’t prudent to be dating right now. It’ll only detract from your studies.”

You blow out a swirling cloud of smoke.

“You detract from my studies.”

 He doesn’t argue. The record continues across the room — His little hand is on my heart, He's got me where it hurts me— and it’s almost too on the nose, even for you. Still, you finish your cigarettes in silence, moving only to ash, then to put them out.  

“I probably won’t date anymore, anyway. Not for a while, at least.” You say as one song rolls into another seamlessly.

He doesn’t say anything to that, either, but you can tell it pleases him in some way. This is another of those times you almost forget about how steadily he’s been pursuing Camilla and almost believe he might feel something for you. You pretend not to affected by that thought, as usual, because it isn’t something you’d like to think about. Especially not now, when your lips are loose enough to say plenty of things you’ll regret.

“Angel, I…” He starts and stops again, searching for the right thing to say, and suddenly you’re sure it isn’t going to be something you’d like to hear.

“Can I stay here tonight?” You cut in, tipping your head back far enough to see his face, “I don’t feel like seeing my roommate again. Not yet.”

He studies you coolly, slowly. 

“Of course.” 

You smile briefly, uncomfortably, and look away again. There’s a level in which you’d like to run. To hide in the corner and claw the skin from your bones so there’s nothing left for him to look at. Because you want him to see you— really see you— and you don’t want him to, and you want these opposing things in equal measure.

He always brings out the contradictions in you. The softness when you should have none, the reactivity where you would otherwise be cool. Something about him gives you the urge to interrupt before anything can change, to stare and look away both. You never feel like this with anyone else. 

Is it a good feeling? You’re unsure. Does it matter anyway? Things are what they are— what they always have been and will be. You bend your pointer finger to scratch at the cuticle of your thumb, tipping your head down to look at your hands as if they interest you greatly.

“Angel?” He starts again, more cautious this time.

“Sweet?” 

“How very amusing.” He nudges you with his leg, enough that you’re aware of it, but not so much that it disturbs you. 

“Didn’t mean it to be.”

“You’re cross with me, it seems.”

You sigh and lean back, your head finding his knee once again. 

“I’m never cross with you, really.”

“Never?”

You shake your head.

“Nope.”

“I find that rather difficult to believe.”

“You find anything post-250 BCE hard to believe.”

“I believe plenty up until 475 Anno Domini, at the very least.”

“You’re being difficult.”

“You’re the one making me listen to this dreadful racket and pouting morosely on my carpet. I don’t see how I’m the difficult one here.” 

“You’re a dreadful racket.” You roll your eyes, petulance settling in your chest like melted iron. 

“You’re going to need to think for a minute, aren’t you?”

“Why is that?”

“To come up with a more suitable insult, of course. I found that one lacking.”

“Lacking.”

“Uninspired.”

“Uninspired.” You repeat dryly. 

“Perhaps it’s the liquor dulling your mind.”

You turn to look at him, still leaning your head in his knee. 

“I won’t die alone, will I?” You feel pathetic for asking.

He frowns slightly, a crease between his eyebrows as he processes the rapid subject change.

“Whatever is begotten, born, and dies. We’re all alone in our final moments.”

“That isn’t what I mean.” 

“No,” He looks as if he’s going to say something else, then changes his mind about it, “I don’t think you’ve anything to worry your pretty little head about.”

“You think I’m pretty?” Your mouth twitches with amusement. 

“Fishing for compliments isn’t becoming.” 

“That’s not a no.”

“Surely you aren’t so vapid that your looks are all you care about?”

“No, but I do care about them some.” 

“You’re very pretty, angel.” 

The outright compliment blindsides you. You aren’t used to actually getting statements like that out of him anymore— not since you were children—  it’s part of why you feel so comfortable needling at him. He doesn’t say such things. He’s safe. 

“Yeah, I know.” Your words come out slow, confused almost. 

You’re thirsty and very close to the verge of being nauseous— Henry’s comment doesn’t help that any— so you push up off the floor and head toward the kitchen. You run the water until it’s cold and drink one full glass, then two, the water bringing you somewhat closer to earth. The record comes to a stop while you’re drinking your water, and you hear Henry take it off the record player near immediately like he can’t wait to have it gone.

He replaces it with something orchestral, more his speed, and papers begin shuffling. He’s going to start working now. There’s a spider living in the upper right corner, just above the fridge, lowering itself from the ceiling slowly. You wonder what sort of spider it is, briefly, and head back to the living room. 

Sure enough, Henry’s at his desk— as you knew he would be— with work splayed out before him as if he was built to do nothing else. You like to watch him like this, the focused echo of someone else you knew once. Someone younger and angrier and impossibly determined. You stand and watch him, studying his shoulders and back through his suit jacket while he at least cannot see that you’re doing so. 

It’s likely he knows you are, anyway, but he’s good enough to pretend he doesn’t if he does. And you’re drunk enough to take advantage of that, to leer in his direction like you’ve never set eyes on a man before. There’s a level in which you are feverishly hoping that someone else might notice the way you look at him, might see the extent of your ache and take some of it off your shoulders.

 There’s a level in which you want someone else to tell you that you aren’t crazy for whatever feeling is building behind your ribs and has been for a minimum of 19 years; you aren’t imagining him baiting you, reeling you in. You sink onto the couch, eyes still glued to his back, and enjoy the Bizet playing low in the background.

You haven’t always been this way; you used to like going on dates very much, especially back in high-school, back when you were sixteen and Henry was a fourteen year old nuisance you never thought twice about. Part of you misses that desperately. It was easier to look out for him, then, without it being consuming. You wonder when things changed, or started to.

Was it when he was sixteen, home for the summer from whichever school he was attending at the time, his awkward stage officially over? Was it the way he combed his hair then, the way he spent days bent over books as if they held all the answer to the universe’s questions, or the way he looked at you like he somehow knew everything you never told him? Was it the fuzzy night on the boat where you watched the stars and talked and something like a kiss must have happened— though you don’t remember it at all— you’re sure, because he couldn’t meet your eyes the next day?

Or was it last semester, when he showed up with his suitcase in hand, looking like a Benadryl hallucination gone wrong while he took you in with his blank, cool eyes. You had stared at each other shamelessly, heat prickling into your cheeks beneath the weight of his gaze. Did something shift then? 

Has something been shifting in pieces since he was born? You wonder and you watch him write and you ponder concepts that you won’t allow to fully slot into place until it’s safe to— until he’s buried, until your heart is already broken beyond measure or repair— and you check, every now and again, if your palms are still numb with alcohol; if your gums still feel like they need to kick off your teeth as if they’re nothing but a too-tight pair of sneakers.

“There’s a book I think you’d like on the second shelf down, six over from the left.” Henry speaks up after you’ve been watching him and thinking for who knows how long.

“Is there?” You don’t think you’re very interested.

He hums.

“I picked it up over the weekend. Isn’t something I care for much, I don’t very much enjoy Shakespeare, but I thought you might.”

You are very interested then.

“Which is it?” You ask, placing your feet back on the floor.

“Go look.” 

You obey at once, body still unsteady as you make your way to his bookshelf. The second shelf down is just above eye level for you— his shelves are floor to ceiling, and though you’re tall for a girl, you aren’t Henry tall— and you run your fingers along book spines as you count your way over. One is a first edition Faulkner, A Fable, two, three, and four are the worn red leather volumes of Master Humphrey’s Clock— a personal favorite, this brings a smile to your face— and five is a beautiful deep green binding of The Last Day of a Condemned Man. 

None of these are particularly Henry choices— they scream you, they scream Margaret— and least of all is book six; your surprise. In soft yellow cloth and black lettering is a thin copy of Venus and Adonis, 140 pages of a poem you love deeply. A poem you memorized as a young teen and used to recite dramatically, annoyingly, anytime you were given the chance.

You slip the book from the shelf and flip it open, listening to the way the pages turn crisply and the spine creaks. You’re still drunk enough that the words are a bit blurred, but you can make them out even so; you know them all well enough.

‘Even as the sun with purple-colour’d face Had ta’en his last leave of the weeping morn, Rose cheek’d Adonis tried him to the chase;’ Your fingers trace over the pages as you read, ‘Hunting he lov’d, but love he laugh’d to scorn; Sick-thoughted Venus makes amain unto him, And like a bold-fac’d suitor ‘gins to woo him.’

“This is a gorgeous printing, Henry.” You speak when you can, when your breath isn’t taken away any longer by his remembering of your adoration for this poem, ‘nor the poem’s beauty itself.

“You might bring it home with you.” He says as if you’ve asked to.

You look up from the book, mascara-ed eyes blinking a few times in his direction.

“It’s your copy. And I’ve read it before, anyway. I don’t need to.”

He doesn’t falter— not in word or in writing— when he answers you.

“I didn’t buy it for myself, Ev.” 

You don’t know what to say to that. For the briefest of moments, you aren’t Henry and Angel anymore but HenryandEvangeline— no spaces, one unit. A package deal. It makes your chest and throat tight.

“Thank you.” You close the book and hold it to your chest as if to make sure your heart doesn’t fall out.

“You’re welcome.” 

He still seems detached, unemotional, but you can’t believe that he really is right now. Nobody so detached, in your opinion, would listen to half of a Kate Bush record without complaint simply because you’re upset, or tell you you’re pretty, or buy you a copy of your favorite poem. You almost feel like the center of the universe right then. Like nobody matters as much as you.

And you know that’s false. You know, in the back of your mind, that he does this sort of thing for Camilla weekly. You know very well that this is just good friendship on his part. Henry being unthinkingly caring and thoughtful in that way he always is; the way that would mean something if he were anyone else.

But as you settle back into the couch and flip your book open to read, you can’t help but wish that your date earlier was able to compare to this; to reading in Henry’s apartment while a French composer plays and he works. This is your dream future, you think, and it’s a fleeting thought— one you won’t address or remember for a year and a half— but it brings peace as it crosses your mind. You can’t ask for more.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

On a scale of 'of course we have to celebrate, it's the one month anniversary of our first kiss' to '*looks at calendar* huh, our 5 year wedding anniversary was last week. Cool' how important do the skeletons consider aniversaries/how well do they remember to celebrate them?

Undertale Sans - He celebrates first kisses and wedding anniversaries every year, and he's even eager to do it. Sans is more romantic than people think, and family is everything for him, so he feels like it's just normal to celebrate the milestones. He likes to do special things on these days, and shows he loves you. He's not very demonstrative the rest of the year, it's just not in his nature, but he has other ways.

Undertale Papyrus - He's stressing you out. Papyrus loves to celebrate your milestones, but it's maybe just a tiny bit extreme as he notes EVERYTHING. All the dates you had, all the kisses you had, even that one time you hung out in the dump because he thought it would be a good way to show you the Underground, and he remembers everything with so much precision it kind of scares you. Papyrus's love is not for the weak, as you have a photo of his face next to the definition of commitment. You wanted him, you have him, now good luck.

Underswap Sans - He celebrates the wedding anniversaries, but that's pretty much it. Blue has other ways to show affection, and he feels like it's stupid to celebrate your relationship only once a year when you can make it special all year long. He wants to take advantage of your relationship as long as it lasts.

Underswap Papyrus - He's Mister Romance Guy so obviously he's celebrating every big step. Honey still struggles to believe all of this is real, as usually these types of things only happen to his brother, so these little milestones help him to realize you're still here over the years and that he's really a lucky guy. He tries to find new ideas of fun things to do everytime too!

Underfell Sans - Man, he can barely remember when his brother's birthday is, you're asking him way too much. Red is mostly confused why you're staring at him so intensely for and it's stressing him out. He usually remembers it at 3 a.m. the next day and runs to buy flowers and then pretends he just got the day wrong somehow. Please believe him. He knows he's not a gift every day, he's sorry.

Underfell Papyrus - What you love most about Edge is definitely his celebration of milestones and the way he passive-aggressively throws gifts in your hands out of nowhere because milestones are not celebrated in his world, and he feels awkward doing it. You're kinda the one who showed him what to celebrate and when, so he mimicked you and hoped it's enough. He doesn't want you to be sad he forgot so he's doing it. In his world, these types of relationship usually ends with someone getting dead, so happy not being dead day, he guesses.

Horrortale Sans - He notes everything in the calendar of his notebook so he can celebrate. Well... Sometimes, he's celebrating three days in a row because he isn't sure which day it is today, but eh, that means you get to celebrate three times more!

Horrortale Papyrus - He does big milestones and anniversaries. He celebrates every little thing on the Surface because everything was so uncertain Underground, that he feels like it's important to show he cares now and that he is glad to live this present with you. Besides, he knows he asks a lot of you because of his disabilities, and he still considers himself lucky you're still willing to stay by his side despite all the struggles.

Swapfell Sans - He celebrates wedding anniversaries, but that's pretty much it. Nox doesn't like to make a show of himself, and he knows he doesn't have to cheer all the time for you to know he loves you. He knows he could sometimes be more demonstrative, but it's not in his nature. He prefers to do small gifts a few times through the year, just because he can. He doesn't care about precise dates.

Swapfell Papyrus - He's definitely a "damn that's already 5 years?" type of guy. But he doesn't do gifts or anything. I mean, he's already the best gift of your life, what else do you need? Also, he's broke, and if he steals his brother's credit card yet one more time, Nox might really attempt to murder him for real, you know. You can gift him something though! He loves gifts!

Fellswap Gold Sans - He will never say a word, but you will find a gift on your bed in the morning on your wedding anniversary. Every year. But no Wine. He's not used to celebrating these sorts of things and despite trying really hard, he still struggles as not seeing this like a confession of weakness, and he feels awkward about it. But he still wants his S/O to know he thinks about them, even though he can't give them all they would want from him.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He tends to forget often about these things, but once he realizes, he's immediately feeling guilty and acting like he caused the end of the world or something, even though you assure him it's no big deal. He tries to note it in his calendar, but that actually doesn't help as he never watches them. But you love him for this too. He's trying.

[chasiufan]

Can you sell me on Marimand... I know nothing about the source material but I keep seeing you post them and I'm just so interested...

“Berserk son or nana daughter” 1500 year old vampire marius de romanus is raising both in the form of one (1) human boy.

There are sooo many layers to their relationship (as it is with most dynamics written in anne rice’s books) and it’s hard to pick one thing to focus on but for me it’s definitely their codependency with each other. Marius was a very lonely individual when he took Amadeo in and Amadeo had an upbringing with humans far worse than the blood drinker Marius is. A monster clinging onto human morals and ethics vs a human boy who’s already lost most of that and is relearning from his vampy daddy. They hurt each other most of the time with the way they don’t communicate. Amadeo wants to live forever with Marius but Marius wants him to live a happy human life (despite taking him in for the sole fact that Amadeo already lost everything and would be easy to turn into a vampire companion to fill his loneliness). Marius quite literally almost died due to his own hubris and then lost Amadeo as a result. They spend another 500 years apart. One story told by two people in two very different stages of life.

The very foundation of their relationship is built on love, but that love isn’t conventional or healthy. It’s grooming (even without their age difference) but trying to apply human morals to a story intended to explore outside those confines would be silly. It’s not a dynamic for everyone but it’s a very well written one nonetheless. I hear that even those who dislike the pairing like to explore their relationship in a non romanticized light (which is okay and I respect that!). We are humans with morals, and some of us project these morals into the content we consume. I think that dilemma fits very well with the core theme of TVC. For me personally, I love them regardless of what they are. I think they are beautiful in their own twisted fucked up way. And also they’ve both been through so much and I want to see them happy with each other.

TLDR: npd4bpd monsterfucking relationship in a gothic horror story. It’s strange and confusing and sometimes messed up but it is love in its truest form (:

To end things off, here is one of my favorite passages that depicts their relationship perfectly:

Thank you anon for letting me talk about them! It means a lot that you’re interested in them regardless of not knowing the source ^_^ and through my art no less.. eek ❤️