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Having a fic AU tormenting my head for two days because of *one scene* I desperately wanted to write. But to get to that scene I had to write two full chapters first.
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Between Takes- Nicholas Chavez x Actress!Reader
summary— you and Nicholas Chavez navigate a tumultuous on-screen rivalry that evolves into a passionate off-screen romance. amidst teasing banter and sizzling tension, a rehearsal kiss blurs the lines between acting and reality.
warnings— enemies to lovers, unprotected sex, oral(f receiving), L bombs, fluff, established relationship.
You and Nicholas play rivals in a popular Netflix show. Your characters are constantly butting heads, with heated confrontations in almost every scene. The fans love the tension, and it’s one of the key dynamics of the show. Behind the scenes it’s the same, but there’s an undeniable spark between the two of you, though neither of you admits it. You’ve developed a bit of a love-hate relationship on set, filled with teasing, sharp comments, and banter that everyone assumes is just your way of staying in character though sometimes it gets overbearing.
One day, after a particularly intense scene, you find yourself doing an interview for a popular entertainment magazine. Sitting across from the interviewer, you try to maintain your composure, but the thoughts of Nicholas linger.
“So, how’s your chemistry with your co-star, Nicholas?” the interviewer asks, a teasing glint in her eye.
You chuckle, rolling your eyes slightly. “Honestly, working with him is like wrestling a bear. He’s arrogant, sometimes late, and way too confident for his own good. The edits are getting to his head.”
The interviewer laughs, and you realize you might have said a bit too much. But it’s all in good fun, right?
“And what about those heated confrontations you have on screen? Are they as fiery off-screen?”
You smirk. “Oh, absolutely. We love to argue. I think it’s half the reason the show is so popular and we’re able to make the show as real as possible.”
The interview ends, and as you step out, you see Nicholas leaning against a wall, arms crossed and a smirk on his face.
“So, I heard your little interview. Arrogant, huh?” he teases, raising an eyebrow.
You cross your arms, feigning indifference. “What can I say? It’s a talent of yours.”
“And what about that kiss scene we have to rehearse today? Think you can handle it?” His voice drops lower, a challenge hanging in the air.
You raise an eyebrow, feeling a rush of excitement. “Please. I’m not the one who needs to worry about handling it.”
As the day progresses, you can’t shake the tension in the air. During a break, Nicholas corners you in the hallway. “You know, I didn’t appreciate what you said in the interview,” he says, his voice low and serious.
You smirk. “I thought we were just having fun. Can’t handle a little friendly competition?” His gaze sharpens, and he steps closer. “It’s not just competition, is it? There’s something more.”
“Like what? A deep-seated desire to kiss my rival?” you reply, your voice laced with sarcasm.
But beneath the teasing, you both feel it, an electricity that has been building over time.
“You might just find out how good I am at kissing,” he says, smirking again, and your heart races at the thought.
The real shift happens during a major storyline arc where your characters have to share a kiss, something neither of you expected. As you both prepare for the rehearsal, the tension is palpable.
When it’s time to kiss, the world around you fades away. The rehearsal kiss is intense, full of the chemistry that’s been simmering beneath the surface. Your heart races as his lips touch yours, igniting something deep within. It’s a spark you’ve both tried to ignore, but now it feels undeniable.
As the kiss breaks, you both stand there for a moment, breathless. “Well, that was, unexpected,” Nicholas says, running a hand through his hair, his usual confidence wavering.
“Yeah, I didn’t think it would feel like that,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.
Nicholas takes a step closer, the air thick with unspoken words. “So, does this mean we’re not just bitter ‘enemies’ anymore?”
You chuckle softly, a smile creeping onto your face. “I guess it depends on how we handle the rest of the season.”
Nicholas smirks, leaning in slightly. “I can handle a lot, trust me.”
“Oh, I bet you can,” you reply, your voice playful but laced with flirtation.
The banter continues, but the teasing has a new edge to it now, hinting at the deeper connection you've both begun to acknowledge. The lines between acting and reality blur, transforming your playful rivalry into something far more passionate.
As you navigate your way through the show, the tension between you escalates both on and off the screen. The two of you find excuses to be near each other, whether it’s rehearsing lines or grabbing coffee between takes. Each moment feels charged, filled with unsaid words and lingering glances.
One evening, after a long day on set, you find yourselves alone in your trailer. Nicholas is leaning against the door, a mischievous grin on his face.
“You know, I think the show would be much better if we had more moments like that kiss,” he says, a teasing glint in his eyes.
“What are you suggesting? We start kissing off-camera too?” you shoot back, your heart racing at the thought.
He steps closer, closing the distance. “Maybe we should. I mean, it’s not like anyone’s watching.” You feel your breath hitch as he inches closer, the teasing in his eyes replaced by something deeper.
“Okay, then. Show me what you’ve got,” you challenge, heart pounding.
Nicholas leans in, capturing your lips again, and this time it’s not just for the cameras. It’s heated, passionate, and everything you’ve both been holding back. In that moment, you both know that the rivalry has turned into something much more complicated, and exciting. As you pull away, breathless and wanting more, you can’t help but wonder what this means for both of you moving forward.
A couple of weeks pass, and while your relationship deepens, it remains primarily physical with lots of kissing but no further progression. As the season approaches its finale, excitement and uncertainty linger in the air.
The end of filming party is at a lively club, filled with cast and crew celebrating the end of a successful season. Music pulses through the air, laughter and chatter surround you as you enjoy the night. You and Nicholas are together, and the playful touches become more frequent. He brushes his fingers against your arm as you talk, igniting warmth in your skin.
As the night goes on, you find yourselves in a corner booth, drinks in hand, laughter spilling between you. Suddenly, Nicholas pulls you closer, his hand resting on your thigh.
“I can’t believe we actually made it through that entire season without killing each other,” he jokes, his voice low and teasing. You lean in, a smirk on your lips. “I think I’ve managed to tolerate your presence.”
He raises an eyebrow, his expression playful yet serious. “Tolerate? Is that all? Because I think we both know it’s more than that.”
In a moment of spontaneity, you lean forward, capturing his lips in a heated kiss. The atmosphere around you dims, and all you can focus on is the way his hands grip your waist, pulling you closer. Gasps and laughter surround you, but you’re lost in the moment, oblivious to the eyes of the other guests.
When you finally pull away, both of you are breathless, and a mixture of surprise and excitement dances in the air.
“Looks like we’re the talk of the party,” you say, glancing around at the surprised expressions on your co-stars’ faces.
“Let them talk. I don’t care,” he replies, his eyes dark with desire.
You share a lingering look, and before you know it, the night wraps up and you’re making your way back to your hotel room together. On the way, Nicholas receives a call for a quick interview about the season’s finale.
“I just have to say a few things. You good with that?” he asks, glancing at you.
“Yeah, go ahead,” you reply, your heart racing as he steps aside to take the call.
As he speaks, you catch snippets of what he’s saying.
“I just want to take a moment to say how much I admire my co-star,” he says, his tone sincere. “She’s incredibly driven, intelligent, and truly talented. I feel honored to have shared the set with someone as smart and passionate as her.”
You can’t help but smile, warmth spreading through your chest at his words. He finishes up the call, walking back toward you, a proud grin on his face.
“What did I miss?” he asks, wrapping his arm around you as you walk into the hotel.
“Just a little praise from your biggest fan,” you tease, leaning against him.
You both enter your hotel room, and the atmosphere shifts again, the earlier tension returning.
“I really appreciate what you said in that interview,” you admit, your voice softening.
Nicholas steps closer, a serious look in his eyes. “I meant every word. You’ve impressed me in ways I didn’t expect.”
Without another word, you lean in, kissing him deeply. The kiss ignites something fierce between you, and suddenly, he’s all over you, hands roaming, breath hot against your skin.
“I want you so bad,” he murmurs against your lips, his desire palpable. “I’ve been aching for you.”
Your heart races as you pull back slightly to meet his gaze, desire burning in your eyes. “Then let’s not waste any more time.”
Nicholas pulls you in for another kiss, his hands gripping your waist as he backs you against the wall. The kisses become frantic as you lose yourselves in the moment, and soon enough, you’re moving to the bed.
Clothes are shed in a frenzy, and as you tumble onto the soft sheets, Nicholas takes his time exploring every inch of your body. He kisses a path down your stomach, sending shivers down your spine. When he reaches your core, he takes his time, skillfully working you to the edge. “You taste so good,” he whispers, his breath warm against you.
You’re surprised at how skilled he is with his tongue and he makes sure to use it to plunge inside you, drawing the sweetest moans from your lips. Your hands grip his hair and you grind against his face, his groans against your pussy making you shiver and squirm. The world melted around you, all you could focus on was the pleasure he was making you feel,
You feel the wave of pleasure building, and as you climax, you gasp his name, feeling your body quake beneath his touch.
Afterward, you’re both a tangle of limbs, breathless and glowing. Nicholas wraps his arms around you, holding you close as you catch your breath.
Once the haze of passion begins to settle, he looks deep into your eyes. “I want you to be my girlfriend,” he says, sincerity etched in his features. You smile, feeling a rush of happiness. “I’d love that.”
After a passionate night together with Nicholas eating you out, you both navigate your way through the press runs filled with playful touches and stolen kisses. Finally, the season premiere arrives, and excitement buzzes in the air.
As you both prepare for the red carpet, butterflies flutter in your stomach. You glance at Nicholas, who looks stunning in a tailored suit. He catches your gaze and smirks, making your heart race.
“Ready to blow everyone’s minds?” he asks, his confidence radiating. You roll your eyes playfully. “As if I’d let you steal the spotlight.”
The two of you step onto the red carpet, and a hush falls over the crowd as cameras flash. The buzz is palpable as reporters and fans whisper, remembering the long-standing rumors that you and Nicholas didn’t get along.
You strike a pose together, your bodies instinctively leaning into one another. “You both look amazing!” a reporter shouts. “Can you tell us about your chemistry?”
Nicholas glances at you, a mischievous glint in his eye. “It’s just as fiery off-screen as it is on-screen. Isn’t that right?” You nod, smirking. “Let’s just say it’s been a wild ride, but we make it work.”
As the cameras continue to flash, Nicholas takes your hand, pulling you closer. Suddenly, he leans in and kisses you, catching everyone off guard. Gasps and cheers erupt from the crowd, and the whispers of shock turn to delight.
“What’s this? Are you two an item now?” another reporter calls out, excitement in their voice.
You break the kiss, breathless but grinning, and glance at Nicholas.
“Guess we just made it official,” he says, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
You both continue down the red carpet, posing and kissing, basking in the spotlight as the rumors of your on-set rivalry dissolve into cheers of support.
During interviews, the two of you take turns praising each other, the chemistry undeniable. “She’s incredibly talented,” Nicholas says, his voice full of admiration. “I’m lucky to have her as my co-star.”
You blush at his words, feeling warmth spread through you.
“Nicholas has this incredible drive. It’s inspiring to work alongside him,” you reply, your smile wide.
Then the moment of truth arrives during a live interview when a reporter asks Nicholas how he feels about this new development in your relationship.
“I feel... I feel amazing. She makes me happy,” he says, his expression earnest. Then, almost as if he’s caught up in the moment, he blurts out, “I love her.”
Silence falls for a split second before your eyes widen in surprise. He blinks, realizing what he just said. “Uh, yeah, I love you,” he repeats, a mix of disbelief and affection in his voice.
“You do?” you ask, your heart racing. He nods, sincerity flooding his gaze. “Yeah, I really do.”
You’re momentarily taken aback, but then a smile spreads across your face, and you lean in, capturing his lips in a kiss as the crowd coos and cheers.
“I love you too,” you whisper against his lips, and everyone around you erupts in “Awws!”
The premiere ends on a high note, filled with excitement and love. As you both head back to the hotel, the energy is electric.
Once inside your hotel room, the door closes behind you, and Nicholas pulls you in for a passionate kiss.
“You have no idea how beautiful you are tonight,” he murmurs against your lips, his hands caressing your waist.
You shiver at his touch, feeling desire surge through you. “And you’re absolutely irresistible.”
Nicholas grins, his eyes dark with hunger. “I want you, all of you.”
With urgency, you both shed your clothes, losing yourselves in the heat of the moment. As he pulls you onto the bed, he worships your body with soft kisses and sweet words.
His pumps his cock a few times before rubbing the glistening tip on your wet pussy before slowly pushing in.
“You feel so good,” he breathes, his lips trailing down your neck. “You’re everything I’ve wanted.”
You moan softly, feeling the heat rise between you.
“And you’re all mine,” you reply, looking into his eyes with fierce determination.
You gasp his name as he starts to rut into you softly, his forehead on yours and you stare into each other’s eyes. He was your entire world, everything faded away as you felt his cock brush you cervix and his fingers reached between your bodies, rubbing your clit slowly.
With a shared understanding, you both fall into a rhythm of passion, bodies moving in perfect harmony. His hands explore your curves as he whispers sweet nothings, making you feel cherished and desired.
“You’re so so beautiful baby, I love you, you’re everything to me.”
The words almost bring you to tears but the constant brushing of his cock against your g spot made you focus more on the pleasure you were feeling. “Fuck I’m gonna cum baby, I need you to cum with me, cum around my cock okay?” You nodded frantically feeling the overwhelming feeling of being near your release.
As you reach your climax, everything around you fades, and all you feel is him, his voice, and the intimacy of the moment.
Afterward, you lay entwined, breathless and content. Nicholas brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, his gaze softening.
“You’re incredible. I’m so lucky to have you,” he says, kissing your forehead.
You smile, feeling a deep sense of love and belonging. “And I’m lucky to have you.”
In that moment, you both realize that you’re not just co-stars anymore; you’re partners, and this is just the beginning of your journey together.
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THE PERSON YOU WILL MARRY AND YOUR MARRIED LIFE
(can also apply to long-term committed partner)
In this reading, we will find out about the person you will marry or commit long-term to, their personality, physical traits (note at the end of the reading), and how those will affect the marriage or the commitment.
This is a general reading meant for multiple people. Take only what resonates and leave out the rest.
Your feedback is much appreciated. If you find the reading resonated with you, leave a comment, I’d love to know 🎐
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1.AGATE
At first glance, this person seems so intense and even aggressive. The way they deal with the world is not light-hearted and easy, their energy is heavy and serious. But this is not their default mode of being. Some events in the past have altered their perception of themselves and people in general. Could be mockery, betrayal, or competition that dealt a heavy blow to their core.
These events have left them jaded, their trust shattered. They've built walls, convinced that solitude is their only safe haven. These walls will still exist when you're together and even after you're married. It will be a delicate point that you need to touch gently and carefully.
There will be a moment when they are ready to open up to you. Somewhere within their guarded heart, they still hold a flicker of hope. At that moment, they will test you (maybe they will do it subconsciously), they will observe your reaction to their vulnerability and silently expect you to make a promise never to betray them. If you fail to appreciate their effort to open up and react harshly or coldly (by their standards), then they would clam up and build their walls even thicker.
For all their bravery and tough act, you would never have guessed how soft and sensitive they are inside. The moment they've decided that they can trust you, they'll give you their all – mind, body, and soul. Like opening a flood gate, a torrent of devotion held back for so long. If you can notice their walls and wounds early on, make sure to address those before getting into serious commitment with them. Being committed too early can result in hidden issues and resentment later in the marriage. And they probably won't be too eager to rush into anything too serious anyway.
You will like their ambitions and the desire to come out on top. They have a brilliant mind and a decisive nature that can naturally make them a great leader and a reliable person in crisis, this make them pretty popular with people, even when some people find them scary. Of course, that can also make them domineering, wanting to control your life and the marriage. It's one of their ways to feel safe in a relationship, to feel that they have control. Feeling lost is their biggest fear.
They will probably confide in you many secrets, theirs or other's, they're not a gossipy person but if they feel they can trust you enough, they will feel comfortable sharing. Expect many intimate moments, plenty of unplanned trips. Being together in the dark, quietly, talking to each other in a low, soft voice. You will be proud of yourself for being the only person that get to see their softest side, it's a special treatment, really, considering how the rest of the world only gets to see their harder exterior.
Some physical traits: tan skin, dark features, hooded eyes, strong physique, toned, dexterous hands, sharp or raspy voice, looks serious and harsh when not smiling but looks warm and comforting when smiling, sensual, give off the air of sexually experienced (whether true or not), could look older than their age.
2. TIGER'S EYE
I think one of you will fall in love pretty much early on, maybe even from the moment one person laid their eyes on the other person. But it will be kept hidden for a while.
There's something unconventional about you guys being together. It's unexpected and not what you usually see around you. You or them or both of you might have a vision for the person you will marry and what marriage will look like. But this union will subvert that. It will steer you in the direction that you haven't thought of before, but it will be the right direction. You will even feel a fateful element about this. Something inescapable, the circumstances and your own thoughts. You will be on each other's mind, a constant, simmering presence that refuses to be ignored.
Oddly enough, I don't get much of their personality but more of the marriage itself. Maybe their personality will be shown the most clearly through the relationship with you. It will be like they have the opportunity to be their true self when they are with you. And you guys will mirror each other a lot.
If before, they struggled with self-esteem or staying confident. It could be about the material status or body image issue. Through the marriage, they will overcome those issues gradually and be more confident, maybe the marriage itself will bring a lot of new opportunities to improve their life or they will gain new strength through it. But they are not a passive person who will wait for something to come to improve their life. They will take an active stance, especially in their mindset. They are very self aware, they know their weakness and what they need to improve. They will catch themselves in time when the negative thoughts creep in and will adjust their thinking and take actions to address those thoughts. And they will do the same for you, sometimes it will be tough but you will see and feel clearly how much care and faith they have in you.
They are sexually private, faithful and passionate. This energy will be well hidden, being put on a tight leash that you won't be able to see at the beginning of the relationship. They may even appear pure and innocent, detached. They are very selective of whom they share themselves with. If they haven't met anyone compatible, they would rather stay single and celibate rather than jump in relationship after relationship recklessly.
They will feel like a soulmate to you, someone that you can share your soul with and grow together. This connection, it transcends what you thought love could be, steering you on a path you never dared to dream of, but deep down, know that it's exactly where you're meant to be.
Some physical traits: soft and gentle looking, melancholic, mysterious, quiet but still stands out, beautiful fingers, talk fast, twinkle in the eyes, small and delicate features, lanky or prominent bone structure, pointy bones, unique fashion style, uniformity, looks like a foreigner (even if they are not, they just look different from the people around them), strong legs.
3. PREHNITE
I don't know if you subscribe to the idea of past lives, but I feel like this person is someone whom you have shared a past with. This person might feel like a whisper from a past life, a familiar soul returning. Or at least, you will feel very familiar with them, they don't seem like a stranger to you, even if you've just met. Union with this person will touch upon many past issues of yours that can be triggering and require lots of patience from both sides. You might not even be aware of those issues until you've been in a relationship with them. Sometimes, relationships with certain people can have the effect of digging up hidden skeletons buried deep inside us, but it can also dig up treasures.
There's something quite hard to reach about this person. They can appear cold and inexpressive at first glance, especially in a more professional environment, the one who is independent and capable of calling the shot. They might hold a position of authority, or simply exude a distant, contemplative aura. It's not coldness, but a quiet intensity, a mind constantly whirring with purpose. Their furrowed brow and focused gaze could be mistaken for aloofness, they look like someone who always has something to worry about, very mentally focused energy.
They are a deep thinker who puts serious thoughts and considerations into everything around them. But you can feel that their way of being like this is not about wanting to dominate anyone, but they genuinely want better things for themselves and the people around them. They're thoughtful and they care about the future, the meaning and impact of their actions, they are the kind that can suddenly quit their high paying job if they feel that the job doesn't serve a meaningful purpose or doesn't align with their values. When you are actually talking with them instead of looking at them from a far or hearing about them through other people, you will find that many of the first impressions about them are quite not true. They are not that cold and detached like they seem to be. Their eagerness to connect, once you've earned their trust, is endearing. They're simply selective about who gets to see their depths.
In the previous sections, I did talk about how they don't want to dominate people, but they will want to take the lead in intimate matters. They're direct and straightforward. Physical intimacy will be at the focal point of your marriage. This is the area that needs lots of compromising and understanding from both parties. Passion can be accompanied by jealousy. Arguments and stress should be replaced by love and protection.
There is a tendency to release pent-up energies,be it mentally or emotionally, through physical actions. This person probably find it easier to show their love and appreciation through direct actions than words and overtly open romantic gestures. Not that they're incapable of romantic gestures, but theirs are more subdued and quiet.
Some physical traits: long, straight legs regardless of their height, broad shoulders or their shoulders look well structured and angular, looking like a professor or someone who does well academically, glasses, unique aura (they could wear something very casual but still stand out), light features, hypnotic stare, sleepy eyes, gives the feeling of being a good parent for their children (as in capable of disciplining and guiding), stern looking
4. FLOURITE
This person gives of the vibe of someone who is independent, who doesn't need anyone and is rebellious. But it's just a front, an image they project out to hide their deeper needs. I don't know if they will realise this about themselves, but they actually do better when they have someone by their side, a place they can call home, somewhere they can just lie down and relax.
They have a roundabout way of approaching things and people. They are whimsical and a little slow to act. There's a compulsion to mask their true intentions and motives. Maybe it's a playful defense mechanism, a hint of childlike excitement woven into their calculated moves. They might not be even aware of that themselves. There's a desire for fun and excitement, the thrill. They like playing little games, not for toying with your heart or wanting you to suffer to gain a sense of domination or superiority, but like a kid wanting to play with the other kid. They will probably make sure that romance never die out in your marriage. They may tease you from time to time, but it will be tasteful and charming that you can't help but go along with them. They could have some creative hobbies that they might invite you to do together. Expect plenty of handmade gifts and romantic prose, loving letters tucked here and there.
Don't mistake their playful spirit for irresponsibility. They are very hardworking and serious about building a strong, stable foundation. They want to provide and give to their loved ones and they understand what they need to do in order to achieve that. You won't have to worry about them being stingy or overspending, they have a nice balance between saving and spending. They wouldn't hesitate to splurge on something that brings comfort and happiness to you and your family, but their eyes are always set on the long game. This is a partner with vision, with dreams that stretch far into the future.
When they are feeling down or restless, they will suggest you guys go on a trip, to change the scenery. If physically it's not possible, then they will do it mentally. They will want to learn and expand their horizon, and they will take you with them there. It will be quite a sight and especially when you have a warm hand holding yours and a sweet smile melting your heart.
Some physical traits: stocky build, give the impression of sturdiness but not rigid, light eyes or sparkly eyes, eyes that talk, fashionable, alternative style, will act judgmental (playfully) when faced with stuff they deem ugly, colourful stuff, accommodating, fidgety when being in a crowd or public places, alien, could speak at least one foreign language, smirking.
5. RED JASPER
You will fall in love with each other fast. At first, it will be a light-hearted connection, being flirty with each other. But then, as time goes on, you both will be able to see that there's a path for you together, and the more you keep thinking about it, the more that path will look promising . Then it will be a natural decision, to be together, to commit to each other.
The union will receive lots of attention. People will admire and watch your relationship closely. There will be blessings, but there will also be intrusive stares that have the potential to bring about unwanted issues from outside. Both of you will have to learn how to be more discerning with people and how to protect the relationship from prying eyes.
This person seems like an extrovert who can befriend people easily, people from many different backgrounds. They would be the kind of person that has many connections with the right people, those of higher ups, those with authority and power, but they can also share a coffee with the musicians they just met on the street and become best friends with them. They are not selective with the people they associate with. There is little to no ulterior motive behind their friendliness. They just like getting to know people's stories, sharing their stories, their more intimate ones, on the other hand, will be kept hidden. If you're someone who is more private and possessive, you could find this friendly trait of theirs a little worrisome. If they are so open and gregarious, would the chances for them to stray are higher? Maybe. This is where you are asked to have faith in them.
They have their own moral compass and ideals that they follow. If fidelity is in their code, they will not stray from it. As long as they see the relationship fitting their ideal, they are contented and have no intention to look elsewhere. The reason they choose to be together with you will probably be because you and the relationship match their ideals and their vision.
This is one of their admirable traits. But it can also be translated into stubbornness. You won't be able to sway them from their beliefs. And they find it hard to let go of the past. Whether the past was beautiful or painful, they kept it all in them. Hurt and pain will linger for a long time.
They have some unconventional habits that you will need to get used to or make a compromise. Getting your habits to align will be an important task that can influence your happiness and enjoyment of marital life.
They are drawn to the finer things in life, a comfortable existence is their ultimate goal, this isn't about having power over other people or making important changes to human history. Who knows, maybe in their pursuit of that life, they may inadvertently spark positive changes in the world, and you will be proud of them.
Some physical traits: dark clothes, beautiful neck, like wearing soft materials, round face, soft and round features overall, refined taste, graceful movements, warm and comforting voice, low tone, not too talkative but their words are on point and funny, dark humour, tall, friendly energy, quick reactions (don't take them to see horror movies), organised mess, minimalism, good eyesight
6.OBSIDIAN
Life with this person will be a constant adventure, one that is filled with many hectic movements, rushed kisses and foreign foods.
This person has a fear-of-missing-out mindset. They do everything in a rush, trying to savour as many things as possible, be in many place, know as many things as possible. Nothing ever feels enough for them.
They have a childlike quality to them that makes you forget all the frustration you have for them. You're mad at them? Not for long, they will stick themselves to you until you give in, smooth talking, caressing you emotionally, physically, luring you in with food or themselves, making promises that you can't turn away from. You don't want to go with them somewhere? Same tactics. You have an argument with each other? Same tactics. This person basically uses the same tactics over and over again. The maddening thing is, you will tolerate them, it's hard to say no to this person. They will have a sway over you. If you are someone who likes to have control in relationship, this could make you uncomfortable. Are they sly and sneaky? Not really, they just like to have their way. And they will let you have your way too, they are not fussy or controlling, just a little needy.
They will probably decide early on about pursuing you. They are a quick and decisive thinker. Partly because they fear that the longer they prolong the decision-making process, the more likely you will walk away. So they have to act fast.
This person can engross themselves in the stream of information. It will be hard for them to put down their phone. They want to know every current trendy thing, the opinions of people. I think you will be the one to gently guide them back to themselves instead of being too absorbed with everything around them. They will learn to develop a more stable and strong foundation, to know when to rest, to stand still, and be firm.
Even then, there will never be a lack of laughter and exciting, unexpected moments. The love you have for each other is visible and undeniable, it will be an inspiration for other people and even for you, when the day gets dark and doubts begin to creep in, you will be reminded of your love and have faith again.
Together, you can learn a lot about each other, yourselves, and the world. They might not be able to be the strong, stable figure that everyone dreams of, but they will be an excellent companion, the one to always be ready to hold your hands and walk (or run, much faster) along side with you, wherever the road is taking you to.
Some physical traits: young looking, smooth skin, translucent, expressive eyes, smooth and soothing voice, like to grab/squeeze things unconsciously, fast walking, not very tall but looks active and compact, sporty, dimple, broad smiles, fashionable, fascinated with other culture's attires, wavy hair.
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What We Want - Chpt. 2 - First (Second) Introductions
In Which A Romantic Breaks The Universe
(Yandere!batboys x f!reader) 18+ MDNI!
SUMMARY
Another lonely birthday, another empty year. You miss your family. You're late for your bills and rent, and even then, you got robbed last Tuesday.
Still, you buy yourself a cupcake, because you need it. I mean, hey. What's dessert for if not to get over cheating boyfriends and dead relatives?
As you blow out the candle, watching the clock switch from 11:59 pm to midnight of the next day, you make a wish.
And because the world doesn't like to make much sense, it comes true. Your life is suddenly flipped on a dime, and you're stuck trying to catch up with it. Fantasy becomes reality. You're a Wayne now, apparently. Or you used to be. You're loved, you're rich, you're talented and powerful.
Well, sort of. Careful what you wish for, right?
(TRIGGER WARNINGS AND MASTERLIST HERE)
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Tim Drake was an obsessive creature by nature. Ever since he was little, he’d always been easily swallowed by his obsessions. His wants and desires, the little things that fascinated him. And, more than that, he never fought it. He gave himself into it, wholly. It was how he’d gotten this far in life.
He’d taught himself how to code, how to hack. He discovered Batman and Nightwing’s true identities. He’d learnt how to fight, how to keep the city safe, how to fling oneself off a building without fainting. He’s taped the family back together again and again after every splinter. He was one of only two Robins left, and that would soon be the only once Bruce retired and Damian graduated.
And this was all done through obsession. And it was obsession. He was self-aware enough to know that. While the rest of the family often indulged in delusions, he never had the time for them. He’d spent countless nights pushing his lagging body along with caffeine and sheer willpower. He’d often forget to sleep or eat even on the calmer days. All that was to say, Tim Drake was obsessive.
But, his obsessions never lasted. Sure, he’d keep the skills and the relationships he’d make, but when the dust settled, he’d find himself feeling empty. Tim Drake was obsessive yes, but his true obsession was the conquest. The rush he’d get when he finally claimed a new skill, a new person, a new piece of knowledge or wisdom.
And then, too quickly, far too quickly, the rush would disappear. The tingle in his spine would leave, the energy would disappear, and that feverish nature of his would flatten. Cool down. The others in the family knew it as one of his ‘moods’, but Tim thought it was probably more than that. Still, he was definitely in one of them right now.
It didn’t matter. None of it really mattered. The point was, right now, he was quite simply depressed. Bummed out, if you would. He’d finished a mission from Bruce, one that had taken him months of desperate, undying effort, and it was now done. And he didn’t have anything to do.
It sucked.
Boredom was a sinister demon. While Tim was by far the most emotionally stable of the family, he was still, well- not. Not by a long shot, honestly. The League’s mandatory therapy sessions had confirmed that. He just needed something to entertain himself, and quick. Usually, on a day like this, he’d be at home working on any random degree.
Unfortunately, he had responsibilities. He could not alleviate his boredom, because he was in the most boring place on earth.
A party. Not a party by any normal person’s standards, but one of his adoptive father’s galas. Even more horrifying, Bruce Wayne was in attendance. He was doing his billionaire playboy persona, and Tim couldn’t stomach it. It was no shock no one else had shown up. Even Dick was busy in Bludhaven, and he sometimes enjoyed these. Sometimes.
And once again, as every year, the birthday girl was nowhere to be seen.
Tim’s eyes rove over the very boring gala. Your gala, for your birthday. You weren’t here, because you never were. He couldn’t blame you. These balls sucked, even the better ones. This one was miserable, and the atmosphere was sombre. While it was your birthday, it was more than that, a day of death.
Your family had died, Bruce’s new wife had died, and all the siblings he never really got the opportunity to meet, gone in a brilliant flash.
And Jason. Jason, who now walked the earth again, flesh and blood. Jason, who tore himself through a wooden coffin and grave dirt. Jason, who even Dick couldn’t seem to bring back into the family. Jason, alive and well and probably spending the night at Roy’s house. It was still the anniversary of his death, and while Jason did his best to put on a front, anyone with half a brain could tell he found today… upsetting.
But, he was alive. That was more than Tim could say for your family.
None of these people knew that. They saw one of the great Wayne’s dead, and they mourned. They saw the new wife and step-children of Bruce Wayne dead, and they lamented. Tim was sure most of it was faked, at least in this gala. The rest of the city truly grieved the Wayne family's tragedy. Especially Jason, one of the princes of the city. But here? No, they just wanted to rub shoulders with Bruce.
The man you very clearly insisted had never been your father, and never would be, was… probably a little sad. Tim was probably a little sadistically pleased about that. He was bored, alright? Anyway, Bruce did not know how to deal with you, and you with him. Both of you were stubborn people, unable to communicate or reach a place of cooperation. You never showed up to the galas or the manor, you did everything in your power to never have to interact with anyone from the family. The only reason you even still lived in Gotham was to be close to your dead family. And above all, you made sure that everyone knew how much you hated Bruce. That the sight of his aging face made you nauseous. Everyone else found that hilarious, of course.
And Bruce, because he was stubborn, kept trying to reach you, despite your angry protests. Even if he had absolutely zero legal ties to you, he still kept trying. And so, another birthday party passes without its leading star. The memorial tomorrow would be missing you too. Christmas, easter, hanukkah, new years, Rosh Hashanah, you refused to show up to any of them.
Still, he had to agree with Bruce. They couldn’t just leave you. Not with the way you were.
You’d once quietly admitted to him that you hoped you’d one day go to sleep and not wake up. That you’d rot away in your room, disappear from the world entirely. That was one of the last few times he talked to you face-to-face. And then a few months after that, you’d blocked him on all social media.
He’d read hundreds of books on therapy, and he knew what suicidal idealisation looked like. Luckily for his sanity, he was not your therapist, nor was he your keeper.
That was poor old Dick’s job, and he was, hilariously, failing at it. Badly. Technically, you were the second massive failure Dick had taken on, and it was starting to show in his mental state. Old Dickie was spending more and more time in Bludhaven, preferring to patrol there instead of Gotham. Still, he insisted he could get through to you. Tim was doubtful. Dick had better luck with Jason, of all people.
Jason actually wanted to be a part of this family. You hated them all, viciously. And so, you’d obviously never show up at-
Wait. Wait, no. He definitely recognised that face. Why the hell were you here? Well, that was irritating. Tim prided himself on being prepared for any situation, for any unlikelihood. He was the son who would be taking over Wayne Enterprises, after all.
You being in the same room as Bruce Wayne was impossible. Completely impossible. At least willingly. You should be kicking and screaming, scratching like a hellcat at anyone who tried to make you stay. Instead, you’re standing in the middle of a crowd, chugging back champagne like your life depends on it. He could already imagine the chaos the media would be starting, to his misery. ‘Estranged ex-Wayne shows up at birthday gala and drinks like a fish’. Well, he had been complaining about being bored. Careful what you wish for, and all.
Shit. He was not prepared for this.
He was, despite it being your birthday, not at all expecting you to be here. He didn’t even have a present. Shit. He pulls out his phone and shoots off an order to his assistant, who would probably go to Dick’s for help.
He sees you over there, obviously uncomfortable, and realises he should probably rescue you. He tells himself he should, that he’s gonna get up and go do it.
Instead, he crosses his legs at the ankle, leans back in his chair, and watches. You won’t catch him off guard twice. He has his pride, after all.
You throw another glass of champagne back. Tim winces. Okay, maybe you might. This was all a bit of a shock. And the rest of the gala seemed just as surprised at your appearance as he was. They obviously didn’t know what to do about you, creating a wide ring of people who refused to step closer to you. And you seem oblivious to the social pariah you have suddenly become. Or maybe uncaring, as you’ve already claimed an entire buffet table and champagne tray for yourself.
Just… just drinking. You seem to only care about ingesting more alcohol and confectionaries. It’s your twenty-first, but uh… this definitely doesn’t look like the first time you’ve been drinking. Not that he cared if this was your first time drinking. He’d done his fair share of illegal activities. Sure, they were mostly superhero stuff, but still illegal. Frankly, it’s kind of impressive. You might even be able to drink Jason or Alfred under the table.
…Good for you, he guesses. A talent’s a talent.
He realises, after a few minutes, that you have absolutely zero plans of socialising. You’d showed up here of your own free will, and then just scared off anyone who’d talk to you. Not that there’d be many who’d be interested in talking to the swaying woman who looked like a threat to herself and everyone around her. No, you were still just drinking. You’d gotten halfway down the buffet table, trying every single cake and a few of the savoury items as well.
You kept circling back to have more champagne and Victorian sponge, and then you’d go back to wherever you were in the buffet and try something from there. Your choices seemed sporadic, and more than once you spat something back out into a napkin. You look at some of the dishes like you think they might be poisonous, taking wide circles around them.
He rests his elbows on the table, leaning forward to press his face to his intertwined fingers. He’s definitely past the point where he should go help you. You’re making a mess, both physically and socially, and yet, he still just sits there. He can’t help himself, it’s interesting.
“Tim.”
Uh oh, your knight in shining armor is here. Or well, dark. Bruce had never been known for pastels. Tim turns his head to the giant man blocking out the light, giving his father and leader a smile.
“Hey Dad,” he greets, in an open attempt at manipulation.
Bruce shakes his head, not caving begrudgingly like he usually did. Shit, that usually worked. Guess he must be actually mad. He glances from Tim to the object of Tim’s apt fascination. You. He turns back, looking down at Tim with his ‘I’m trying to be a good dad’ look. It’s not very convincing.
“How long has she been doing this?” Bruce asks, straight to the point as always.
“Twenty-seven minutes. You’re ruining my process,” Tim replies, telling B to screw off in the kindest way possible. He doesn’t take the hint, because he’s a bit of an ass. Even Batman fanboy Tim could recognise that.
“You can’t just count when someone is getting drunk in front of the public. You need to actually do something.” Bruce shakes his head, hand lifting to massage his brow. It was just that easy to give the old man a migraine. Poor baby probably needed some Ibruprofen. Tim had some in his pocket, but he wasn’t going to offer.
“I was going to eventually. And aren’t you curious? She refuses to show her face for months, and then pops out of the blue to… what? Steal from your liquor cabinet? She knows she doesn’t have to come to get whatever she wants,” Tim ignores B’s nagging, turning his gaze back to you. You’re having a love affair with that cake, honestly. Oh, you’re going for another shot… You do realise the stuff you’re chugging goes for millions, right?
You probably don’t care. You never had about money.
“It doesn’t matter. She’s here, and we should be taking care of her. This is obviously her reaching out for help, and she obviously needs it,” B insists, splaying his worn and scarred hands over the table. Tim has the same hands, everyone in the family does. Vigilante work left scars and callouses.
“Then why hasn’t she come over here, yet? My theory is she’s just trying to smear your good image. Which doesn’t need smearing in the first place, but who understands the minds of young, drunk and miserable women?” Certainly not Tim, as he had proven in his relationship with Stephanie.
“Tim, enough with the sass. Go and help her.”
“She’s not your responsibility anymore, B.”
“Her mother would disagree. Now go,” Bruce orders, his words final. Because they always are, in the end.
Tim groans, letting his head fall back. He glares at the ceiling and all the sparkling diamonds strewn about, and then he pulls himself to his feet. Cracks his shoulders, and parts the Red Sea with a glance. The crowd in the gala splits so the young heir can easily find his way through, and he gives everyone he passes a kind smile.
He strides up to your side, calmly waiting for you to notice him. You’re still imbibing, completely oblivious to his presence. It’s funny. And fascinating. Usually, you were so paranoid that he wondered how you weren’t always a single breath away from a panic attack. Like a feral animal, ready at a moment’s notice to fight or flight.
He sees that you’re dealing with those social anxieties in a way befitting the Wayne name. Which is to say, absolutely shit. His head tilts eyes flickering over you. You don’t look too good, which is no real surprise. Even with your people’s perfect styling, they can’t cover up the shaking and sweating in your form. It might just be anxiety, but knowing you, it’s probably not. He wonders if you even notice how sick you are.
You don’t look like you notice much of anything. Maybe the cake, but that seemed to be pushing it.
“Oh, so you actually showed up? Colour me surprised,” Tim starts but is unable to continue when you spin on your heel and drop your flute of champagne. It crashes to the ground, and he finds his socks becoming uncomfortably wet.
The two of you look up from the mess and meet gazes. Your mouth is open in horror, eyes comically wide. Tim has to bite the inside of his lip so as not to immediately burst into laughter.
“I’m so sorry,” you say, you do a weird crouch-pop-up movement, and then your eyes swivel around frantically, “I’m- am I supposed to clean this up? I can totally clean this up.”
You look just about ready to kneel into a pile of thin glass shards, so Tim stops you. Because God knows Bruce would hang him from the rafters if he didn’t.
“It’s fine, it’s fine. Somebody else will handle this. It’s your birthday after all, right?” he says, giving you a charming smile. It’s sort of a shock when you don’t scoff at him, and instead just stand there with a deer-in-headlights sort of look.
“Hey, are you alright?” Tim asks when you don’t say anything else.
You startle, and then blink at him rapidly. Distracted and inebriated. Lovely. He doesn’t think you know what you’re doing here either, which was a bad sign for your mental health. Have you been refusing to go to your therapist again?
It wasn’t like he went either, so he couldn’t judge.
“I’m good,” you say, your words only slightly slurred. You blink again, your head cants towards the floor, and then you glance back up at him. You look like he’s caught you committing a crime. “Do you- uh, want some of the cake? Sorry for stealing it all, it’s really good.”
You were acting… really strange. Tim found himself with the undeniable urge to follow along with your strangeness.
“You know what? Yes, yes I would,” he says, taking one of the little plates of strawberry cake and a delicate three-tonged fork. He scoops up some of the cake, the cream and jam, and eats. Chewing he keeps staring at you, as you fidget awkwardly. It’s good, but all the food here’s good.
“Did you like it?” you try to smile at him, but it looks more like a grimace.
“I did. Javier did really well with these desserts,” Tim says, before waving over one of the staff to clean up the mess the two of you are ignoring. You look surprised when he offers an arm to guide you away, and he wonders if you’ll accept it. He can’t imagine a world where you would, but today seems to be full of surprises. In the end, you do, but it takes you a good five seconds of awkward staring before you take it.
He takes you over to one of the tables, careful to make sure you don’t slip and fall face-first into the spreading champagne puddle.
“Oh. Is he the chef?”
“He’s the pâtissier.”
You give him a blank stare. Right, you probably don't speak French.
“The pastry chef,” Tim clarifies, as he helps you find your chair. You slump down with zero grace, and for a second Tim thinks you’ll fall right off. You manage not to with a desperate grasp at the table. Good for you.
“Oh, cool. That’s super cool. I think I love this Javier guy, honestly.”
Tim snorts, taking his own seat, “He has that effect on people.”
You’re not looking at him, instead grimacing at the mess you made that two of the staff are cleaning up. Tim’s sort of surprised. It wasn’t that you had been particularly mean to the employees before, but you rarely acknowledged them. You had barely acknowledged anyone, completely unaware of your effect on the greater world. You didn’t care. To be fair, it didn’t seem like you cared about anything but your family’s gravestones and memorials.
Still, there was definitely something different about you, today. And he couldn’t blame it all on the alcohol. Today, you looked a little green about the whole accident. Like you actually gave a shit. Maybe you’d had a change of heart. He hoped you had, for Dick’s sake. You looked more alive, even if it was a confused, embarrassed, uncomfortable sort of alive. It was still an improvement. Usually, your expression was dead, a blank stare. It reminded him of Jason’s as he’d been lowered into the ground.
The two of you wouldn’t like that comparison. And it’s hypocritical too, Tim knows he sometimes resembles a zombie after one of his little sessions.
He can’t help himself. He’s curious, so damn curious. What had prompted this miraculous shift? And plus, you could still be planning something, even if it was seeming more and more like you’d stumbled in here drunk and confused, not able to remember you hated them all. Maybe you had a concussion or something. A head wound sounded like a good explanation for all this.
“Why’d you show up here today?” he finally asks, caving quickly to his need to understand.
You give him a weird look like he’s the one being strange.
“It’s my birthday.”
Tim tilts his head. “That it is.”
“Was that- that the wrong answer?”
“I don’t know, was it?” Tim knows he should stop playing with you. You’re making it far too easy, though. And he's bored, damn it.
“I don’t know either. That’s… that’s why I’m asking you.”
Before he can react to the strangeness of that comment some (awfully rudely, might he add) intrude on your conversation. One of the board members of W.E., someone he had to pay the proper respect to. When his hand slaps down on Tim’s shoulder, he has to suppress a withering sigh. There were less fun parts to his job, and this was one of them
“Drake! It’s so good to see you,” the old man greets, and it takes even Tim a second to remember his name.
“Lancaster! You as well,” Tim replies, noticing your barely there flinch.
“I’ve been meaning to talk to you tonight. My project’s funds are running a little low, and everyone knows you’re the one to go to for an easier time. Bruce is a great leader but…” the man chuckles, and Tim grins at him. It’s fake, of course. When in Rome, they say.
“A bit strict, yes. I have struggled with his attitude before, too.” Understatement of the century.
Tim glances at your quiet form, eyes set on the tablecloth in front of you. Even still it’s obvious you’re listening to their conversation, head cocked just slightly to the right. The board member doesn’t even seem to notice you. Tim’s curious if he recognises you.
You’d been out of the public eye for so long he wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t. That’s the way you’d wanted it to be, after all.
“But let’s talk about this later, I’m entertaining a very tipsy birthday girl at the moment,” Tim says, hoping you don’t mind him using you as an excuse.
“Oh wow!” Lancaster cries, at your mere presence. Subtlety is not this man’s strength, “I didn’t see you there. Wow, jeez. Didn’t think you’d be here today. What made you change your mind?”
You give him a long, assessing look. Whatever you find makes you pull an expression like you sucked on a sour lemon.
“My assistant forced me to,” you answer honestly. Seems you’ve realised that ‘it’s your birthday’ isn’t an adequate reason. Not that you’ve never failed to reject any and all pressure to attend these events before. Like Tim had said, kicking and screaming.
“Ha! I know the feeling. Well, I’ll leave you two kids to it. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” the old man chortles, gives you a wink, and leaves. Your gaze follows him into the crowd, and stays there, even when he disappears behind it.
It’s quiet for a moment. Tim waits for you to speak first.
“Who was that man?” you finally ask.
“Charles Lancaster, one of the newest board members of Wayne Enterprises,” Tim says, surprised you’re curious. You’d never been interested in W.E. or anything involving the family. Surprised, surprised, surprised. He should just accept any odd behaviour from you at this point, start expecting it.
You slump in your chair, pressing your forehead against the table. Then, you let out a long, unhappy, groan. Tim gets it, he really does. He does not get what you do next.
Your hands slap against your cheeks, and Tim jerks in his seat. Okay, maybe Bruce was right, you probably do need help. He couldn’t imagine the big guy sending you to Arkham, though. It was obvious you were only a threat to yourself. You take a deep breath, completely ignore his confused stare and get to your feet.
And you immediately fall sideways.
Tim’s arm shoots out, grabbing yours before you crash into the shining marble floors. You look down at him, mirroring his shocked expression. You look down further down, and Tim follows your gaze.
Your stilettoed heel looks the same as it always does. Still, you stare at it like it’s a shark biting at your toes. Tim thinks this is one of the first real emotions you’ve shown in months, and it’s desperate fear of your shoes.
“I told her I can’t wear heels,” you say, more to yourself than him.
“What? Yes, you can. You wear heels to all these events,” he replies anyway.
“What- Well, I meant… heels this tall. They’re really tall.”
He just blinks at you, at the inanity of your statement. They were really tall, but Tim had seen you wear taller. Why were you lying about something like this? Had you drunk too much and were too embarrassed to mention it? Or maybe you’d hurt yourself?
He looks down at your ankle again. No, the flesh seems unharmed. And you hadn’t been walking with a limp earlier, you were just stumbling around now. Must really just be too much champagne. You’d already dropped a glass earlier and had been obviously embarrassed by it. Even if Jeanine had swept in just like she was supposed to, fixing the situation. You’d apologised profusely.
He’d never heard you apologise before. It’s… well, it’s strange. That’s the only way he can describe this encounter.
“You can let go of me now. Please?”
Tim lets you go, and you rub your arm. Shit, he grabbed you too hard. He knew you were on the delicate side, wasting away both mentally and physically. You didn’t take care of yourself and rarely even left your apartment. Even now you looked oddly sickly.
“I’m going to uh- I have to go pee,” you say, and immediately wince at your words.
Tim, without thinking, replies, “Go piss girl.”
You make a shocked choke of laughter, nod at him, and then run off as fast as you can while grasping every piece of furniture in your reach. You look genuinely ridiculous. Well, it’s not the first time a Wayne gala has turned into a clown show. Compared to Dick’s younger years, this was completely unnoticeable.
Bruce still loved to complain about the chandelier he’d broken in an impromptu trapeze show. It’d been diamond, and over a hundred years old. The ones above him now were just as expensive, but not vintage. Jason thought it was hilariously funny, and was always trying to get Dick to do it again. Luckily, Dick had matured, if only a little bit.
Speaking of which, this is a perfect opportunity to mess with Dick. He pulls out his phone and the secure channel they use to communicate. Dick was in Bludhaven right now, probably on patrol. Doing something fun. Sure, tonight had gotten more interesting, but you’d just run off and with you his only entertainment. Tim was bitterly envious of Dick’s fun, and because of that, he had to make Dick just a little more miserable. Just to make things even, of course.
‘Smartest_Robin’: guess who just showed up to her own birthday party?
‘Underwear_guy’: you’ve got to be fucking kidding me. why?
‘Smartest_Robin’: hell if I know. she’s drunk as hell lmao
‘Underwear_guy’: please don’t let her do anything stupid.
‘Smartest_Robin’: yeah, yeah. i’m the idiot who has to deal with the fallout anyway
‘Underwear_guy’: how’s it feel being the ‘favourite son’?
Tim snorts. The media often called him that, purely because it was well known he was the one inheriting W.E. It was hot gossip that it was Tim and not Damian, the proudly stated ‘blood son’. They didn’t know Damian was inheriting an even greater responsibility. And it wasn’t like he particularly wanted it, he just knew he was best for the job and it helped the time pass in between missions. It was fun sometimes, too. He enjoyed giving Luthor Corp a good thrashing every now and then.
‘Smartest_Robin’: same as always. im bored, anything interesting going on over there?
‘Underwear_guy’: bludhaven’s my city, dickhead. go do taxes or something
Tim sighs, and puts the phone back down. He had to try, at least. When it becomes obvious you are absolutely not returning from the bathrooms anytime soon, he gets up, adjusts his cuffs, and walks back off into the fray.
He greets and shakes hands, he takes photos and makes deals. It’s all a blur, really. He does it with half his attention, the other focused entirely on you. Amidst all this pomp and splendour an intriguing new mystery has been born. A puzzle to hold his attention, just for long enough till he gets to the next one. And your sudden shift in personality is more than enough. And if he focused on that, he could get through all this politics.
He’s talking up a chairman of a rival company when the lights go out. When the windows shatter inwards, his heart starts to race. And when familiar masked thugs break in through the wide open doors, guns up and ready, he’s already prepared for the fight. People start screaming, scrambling, and even more gunmen follow through the side exits. While guards raise their own firearms, everybody knows they’re completely outnumbered.
The Joker’s here, and he’s brought his army. Well, shit, all this excitement, and Tim left his suit upstairs. Guess he’ll have to improvise.
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Always*
Summary: The fifth and final part to 404*
The one with car crashes and closet sex.
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*Contains Mature and Explicit content! Please only consume what you feel comfortable with!💞You are so much more important!*
Arrogant Twat: Playing hooky, that’s not like you
Arrogant Twat: You’re not that cool
Arrogant Twat: I can see you reading my messages you know
Arrogant Twat: So if you’re ignoring me, it’s not working
Arrogant Twat: …okay seriously this is really fucking childish, are you really not gonna come to work just because I won’t fuck you?
Arrogant Twat: It’s been three days, Princess, you can’t hide from me forever
You: You are so fucking annoying, I am not hiding from you, I’m SICK
You: This may come as a surprise, but my world does not revolve around you or your cock
You: So if you don’t mind, I need to go throw up
Tossing your phone down onto the bed, you rush into the bathroom to grasp onto the sink and brace yourself over the porcelain. Silently willing your body to comply, to keep the fluids down. You don’t want to be sick, but thinking about Harry always tends to make you.
You smirk to yourself at the joke before running your hands under the cold stream of water to gently rinse off your face. Needing to feel something cool against your feverish skin before you slink back to bed.
Truth be told, you don’t mind the break from work. And from Harry, specifically. Sure, you understand why he ended things. And you aren’t exactly upset about it, seeing as he wasn’t really that great of company to keep.
But he’s angry. You know he’s angry, and that’s why he claimed he wanted to stop. And you feel guilty over having pushed him there, you do. After all, you knew better. You two don’t talk about anything personal. You don’t ask questions, you don’t pry. You don’t show any sort of emotion or understanding.
You broke the one rule. And truthfully, you aren’t quite sure how to face him now.
Overcome with fatigue, you slump back down onto your bed, and disappear beneath the covers. Pulling them up to your chin as a shiver rolls down your sweaty skin, all the way to your fuzzy sock-covered toes.
You try to watch some television to get your mind off the pain and congestion but find yourself growing sleepier with each quippy remark from Chandler Bing.
And before you know it, you’re out like a light.
The sharp chime of your cellphone is what wakes you. Pulling you from a rather odd dream as you groggily roll over and attempt to find the noise.
It’s a text message, followed shortly after by another. And once you manage to sit up and rub the sandman from your eyes, you see who it’s from.
Arrogant Twat: Open your door
Arrogant Twat: And hurry up, it’s fucking freezing out here
Curious, and a tad startled, you glance toward your bedroom door, almost as if expecting to see him.
He can’t possibly be outside of your apartment building right now. He has no idea where you live, nor would he ever have any desire to be here. This has to be some sort of prank. He’ll get you to walk outside into the freezing night air only to realize he’s nowhere to be found.
That is the Harry you know.
Arrogant Twat: For the love of God, Tinkerbell, open the fucking door before I freeze my ass off
With a huff (and a cough), you fling your covers back and pad over to your window, glancing down into the street.
And there he is, a dark shadowy figure lurking on the steps to your building, angrily glaring at his cellphone.
You feel your heart start to pound, overcome with confusion and intrigue. You don’t understand why he might be here or what he could possibly want so late at night. You’re tempted to send him away, or pretend he has the wrong address.
But you can’t deny that you’re curious as to what he might want or what he’ll say. Especially after the way things ended. Perhaps he’s merely here to catch you up on what you’ve missed with the project. Or maybe he just wants to complain in person.
Either way, you slip on some pajama shorts and a large, oversized sweatshirt for comfort, and head for the door.
With a deep breath, you buzz him in, and wait anxiously as the sound of steps echoes through the stairwell and between the halls.
No matter what happens, you’ll stand your ground. You don’t have the energy to fight him today. If he’s coming into your home, he’ll play by your rules.
There’s a knock on the door. Sharp and precise as you exhale shakily and step closer. Fingers curling around the doorknob before you swing it back and come face to face with the troublemaker himself.
He stands in the doorframe, a dark hoodie pulled over his head, and glasses perched on the bridge of his nose.
In his right hand, he holds a brown bag, allowing it to dangle casually at his side while his eyes rake up and down your figure.
“Shit, you look terrible,” he snorts, pressing his shoulder against the entryway. “Worse than usual, I mean.”
Your expression falls, a glare beginning to form. “Well, this was fun. Buh-bye now,” you huff, already beginning to shut the door in his face.
However, he’s quick to outstretch his hand and smack his palm against the wood, keeping it open. “Okay, all right. Geez, it was just a joke. D’ya lose your sense of humor or something?”
“No, that just wasn’t funny,” you retort, but allow the door to stay ajar. “What do you want?”
He lifts the bag into the air and shakes it once. “Brought you soup.”
You blink. “You…what? Why?”
He shrugs once. “Cause you’re sick,” he says, now brushing past you to make his way into your living room. “And I’m nice.”
“Uh…no,” you nearly scoff, turning around to watch him flop down onto your sofa. “You are anything but nice to me, and you know it.”
“Well, I’m being nice today.”
“Why?”
“Why?”
“Yeah, why? Is it poisoned or something?”
You catch his wry smile as he begins to unpack the items and set them onto your coffee table. “Guess there’s only one way to find out, yeah?”
Hesitantly, you shut the door, and follow after him. Cautious of his intentions but drawn to the smell of the delicious food.
He hands you a bowl and some cutlery – which you take rather tentatively – before he straightens up and stares at you. “Are you gonna sit down?”
“I don’t know,” you admit, eyeing the only spot available beside him on the couch. “Are you still gonna be an asshole?”
“Probably.”
You huff but catch yourself smirking. “Fine, but scoot over.”
With an amused exhale of his own, he does as instructed, moving toward the edge of the sofa to make room before sitting down as well.
Your small apartment fills with a rather uncomfortable quiet as the two of you begin to dig into your food. The silence accompanied by faint slurps and sips that almost make you smile.
And it feels weird to be here with him like this. Relaxing on the couch, eating some soup like you don’t despise each other.
Perhaps you’d even enjoy his company under any other circumstance.
Clearing your throat, you angle your body toward his, studying his profile as his eyebrow raises. “Why are you here? Really?”
He shifts in your direction as well, grinning deviously from behind his takeout container. “Told you, I’m being nice—”
“Wrong. You’re never nice. Besides, you just accused me of hiding from you, so I don’t exactly think we’re on the best of terms.”
This makes his amusement fade, a subtle frown beginning to form as he shrugs one shoulder up in a nonchalant manner. “I don’t know. I guess it’s an apology.”
“For what?”
“For saying that,” he admits, almost quietly. Avoiding your eye as he stares at his noodles. “And maybe I kind of thought you were lying and wanted to see for myself.”
“Would you like me to vomit for you? Will that prove I’m actually unwell?”
He smiles again. “Nah, I’m good—”
“Really, it’s no trouble. I’ll do it right now, all over your lap—”
“All right,” he groans, leaning back with a crinkled nose. “Ew. No. I believe you, Princess. Fuck’s sake.”
Satisfied, you nod once. “Great. Now, onto my next question. How the hell did you get my address?”
“How do you think?” His expression is mischievous. “Got it from your file.”
“What? Why do you have access to my file?”
“Cause Prescott’s security system is way too easy to hack,” he says simply. “And I knew you’d never tell me.”
“Right. Because we don’t do that.”
“We don’t,” he agrees. “But we’re not fucking anymore, so it’s fine.”
“Oh, is it?”
“Yeah.”
“And how exactly does that work?”
“Because,” he begins, setting his things down on the coffee table, “if we’re not fucking, that means there’s no chance of you getting all clingy and attached.”
Your eyes narrow. “Uh-huh.”
“Which means we can hang out without you falling for me,” he finishes, rather smugly. “So it’s fine.”
“Just because we aren’t fucking doesn’t mean we’re friends,” you argue. “I still hate you.”
“I know. I hate you, too.”
Yet for some reason, you both smile.
“Now what’s the real reason?” you urge, nodding your chin at him. “Honestly. Why are you really here?”
He takes a beat to mull this over, standing from the sofa to collect his trash and take it to your kitchen. “Told you,” he finally says before tossing away his things. “You’re sick, and I felt bad.”
“Is that all?”
Another long pause settles between you as he readjusts the hood over his curls and saunters over to your window seat. “I didn’t want you to be hiding from me,” he admits as he slumps down, eyes flicking out into the dark night. “So I wanted to make sure we were good.”
You study him silently, taking in the way his hands disappear into the large pocket on his abdomen. “Yeah, we’re good,” you quietly reply.
He nods once but keeps his attention on the city. “Good. Cause you don’t have to hide, you know. We’re fine.”
“Yeah, I know. I just said that.”
His body lifts and falls with a small chuckle before he props his legs up onto the cushions and tosses his arms over his knees. “Well, you seemed pissed.”
“Well, I wasn’t the one that threw a hissy fit and fled from the car,” you retort. “In fact, I’m the one that politely agreed and let you go.”
“Right, but you were pissy about it. I could tell.”
“You are so full of shit.”
He laughs again. “I just don’t want you to be mad at me.”
“Oh, I am. But not for that.”
He looks over. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. You’re annoying, and you’re rude, and you’re so fucking pretentious,” you list, fighting a grin. “But you have a right to keep things to yourself, and I shouldn’t have asked. So…I’m sorry.”
He nods once, as if acknowledging the apology before returning his gaze to the window. “S’fine.”
Another lull drifts into the conversation, minutes passing by before you notice his expression shift.
“It’s not you,” he murmurs, and your eyebrows lift.
“What?”
He shifts a bit before clearing his throat. “It’s not you, I just…I don’t talk about it. Or…her.”
Her.
The first piece to the rather large puzzle sitting before you, and you feel your breath catch as you await the rest.
You notice the way he hesitates. The reflection of the night sky in his glasses. The nervous tapping of his fingers.
“Cause if I don’t talk about it, then I don’t have to think about it,” he whispers. “And if I don’t think about, then I don’t feel like putting my fucking fist through a wall, you know?”
“I know,” you answer quietly. “You don’t have to, it’s okay.”
He snorts to himself, leaning forward. “She never should have been in that fucking car. I was supposed to drive her. She was supposed to be with me.”
And even without much context, you feel your stomach wrench, already anticipating what might have happened.
“But she was late,” he says. And it’s angry, the way he speaks. Resentful. “She was out with her friends, and she was late to meet me, and I had shit to do. So I told her. I told her I couldn’t take her to the fucking party she wanted to go to. Because I didn’t want to be out all fucking night. I wanted to get my shit done and go to bed.”
You feel your throat run dry, tears beginning to form as you watch him recall the memory.
“I told her to get an Uber,” he continues, aggravated at first before it settles into something soft and somber. “I made her get into that car, and I watched her go. And I didn’t fucking care. Because I wanted to stay home, so I made her go by herself, and it fucking…and she didn’t…”
Your feet desperately want to carry you to him. To provide him some sort of comfort as he keeps his glare on the city horizon.
But you stay seated on the sofa, waiting for whatever he might offer next as he takes a deep breath.
“And she was just gone,” he murmurs, the air in the room shifting instantly. “She was fucking gone not even an hour later.”
The first drop slips down your cheek before you can wipe it away.
He exhales an amused laugh, the corner of his mouth twitching up. “And I always think how funny it is that the last thing she ever said to me was, ‘Sleep well, H.’ And I haven’t slept well since.”
Now, he looks to you. Studying you almost sadly as you sit in wait.
“And then there was you,” he says. “You, and your shitty ass jokes, and your cocky little grin. You were everywhere. Every day. Sitting across from me, asking if I wanted to split a fucking everything bagel.”
You’re almost tempted to smile, but the truth of what he’s saying cuts too deep.
“And I hated it,” he admits, eyes flicking between yours. “I fucking hated it because you made me forget. Whenever I would talk to you, I would forget. I would just stare at you as you rambled on and on about the algorithm and the fucking API, and I wouldn’t think about her, and I’d forget how fucking angry I was.”
He smiles almost wryly, making your insides twist.
“And I didn’t want to forget,” he tells you. “I wanted to be angry. I wanted to punish myself for what I’d done. Because I didn’t deserve to forget. I didn’t deserve to be happy. Especially with you.”
You sit up, wrestling with the temptation to argue, but he’s already looking back out the window.
“So, yeah, maybe hating you was easier. And maybe fucking you was selfish, but it felt like the only choice. Because sex is just sex. And if I kept you at a distance – at least in some ways – I wouldn’t have to lose you, too.”
You stand and make your way for the window seat, settling in front of him as he turns to watch you. He looks like he wants to roll his eyes, perhaps in an attempt to avoid your pity, but you lean forward, nonetheless.
“You know it’s not your fault, right?” you whisper, ignoring his amused expression. “You don’t deserve to be punished for something you couldn’t control.”
He smirks, but you can see the hint of sadness written between the lines of his face. “Thanks, Dr. Phil. I’ll keep that in mind.”
But you don’t let him tease his way out of this, instead settling your hands atop his knees to recapture his attention. “I’m serious, Harry. I know she wouldn’t blame you. How can you blame yourself?”
His smug grin falters for half a second. “Because there’s no one else to blame.”
A lump lodges in your throat as you scoot a bit closer. “Exactly. It was an accident. Unfair and uncontrollable. But it was never your fault. It was never your burden to carry.”
He leans his head back against the wall, but his attention never leaves you. Almost as though he’s afraid to look away.
“You can hate me,” you tell him. “I don’t mind that. Hating you is easier for me, too. But you can’t punish yourself for this. You can’t keep yourself from being happy. Not when you deserve it more than anybody I know.”
And maybe this is the first time you’ve ever really understood him. The first time you’ve felt truly connected to the man before you – even more so than when he was inside of you.
Because suddenly, things don’t feel so heavy. The world doesn’t seem so dark. And maybe, just maybe…he’s not so bad.
He drops his legs and sits up to reach for you. A large palm slipping around the back of your neck while you suck in a quiet breath and lean away.
“No,” you whisper, making his eyebrows raise. “I’m sick.”
He laughs, almost as though enchanted by your response. That charming dimple reemerging. “I don’t care.”
“Well you should,” you argue. “Seriously, it’s gross over here. There’s snot and I’ve been coughing all day—”
“Tink,” he murmurs, moving closer, attention dropping to your lips. “Stop talking.”
So…you do.
You let his mouth press to yours, settling into the feel of his touch. Something you weren’t sure you’d ever get to feel again. And despite everything else…you’re content.
He kisses your top lip. Your bottom lip. Steals a breath right from your lungs before nudging his nose with yours. “I still hate you.”
Your fingers tangle into the dark hoodie on his chest. “Yeah. I hate you, too.”
He smiles.
You aren’t sure what to expect come Monday morning. After all, you’re never sure what to expect with Harry.
You left things…friendly but undecided. As far as you know, nothing has changed. Harry is still the arrogant twat you’re forced to tolerate, and maybe that’s all he’ll ever be.
But maybe…you’re okay with that.
If you never fuck him again, perhaps that’s not the worst thing. Becoming his frenemy is decidedly less exhausting than being anything else. And you suppose you don’t want much more than that. At least not right now. You’re happy to hate him for as long as he’ll let you.
But you aren’t sure how he’ll feel about his admission in the light of day. Maybe he’ll regret sharing something so personal. Maybe he’ll resent you for knowing it. Maybe he’ll request the two of you never speak again.
Lucas does his best to engage in small talk with you as you anxiously await Harry’s arrival. Politely ignoring the way you continue to check your watch and glance toward his desk.
In fact, you eventually become so engrossed in the conversation with the friendly newcomer that you miss that aforementioned ball of thunder striding through the lab.
Nothing seems out of the ordinary. He throws his things down and slouches into his chair to begin working. Not bothering with a greeting or even a look of acknowledgement.
Truth be told, you aren’t sure whether to be relieved or disappointed.
And then the lunch hour begins. You assume he’ll disappear to the cafeteria as usual to grab a sandwich before returning to hide himself away in the lab.
Yet today is different. Today he stands up, turns around, and steps up to where you’re sitting.
Before you can even turn around, he dips down, and whispers, “Supply closet. Five minutes.”
With that, he’s gone. Slipping between the computers and desks before disappearing into the hallway as a smile stretches across your face.
After anxiously counting the seconds, you begin to follow. Double checking to make sure no one pays you any mind.
Once you’re satisfied, you make your way to the closet, and knock twice.
The door swings open, and you barely get the chance to offer a greeting before he’s tugging you inside, flinging the door shut, and pushing you up against it.
His lips find yours and it’s anxious. His kisses are desperate and rushed but so fucking addictive.
His hands are on your waist while yours disappear into his hair. His glasses are nudged out of place but neither of you care to stop and fix them. Instead groaning eagerly as he sucks on your tongue.
His hips press to yours, the subtle but familiar bulge hard against your thigh as you drop your head back and whimper. Anxiously pleading with him through a pointed look.
The flick of the button on your jeans is fast and practiced. The material pooling around your ankles while he works to tug his own pants down.
Two fingers hook onto the crotch of your panties to pull them aside before he slides the long digits through. Feeling just how frantic you really are.
He kisses you again as he slides them inside, curling and pumping just so. Smirking when he hears your arousal echo between the walls.
Nipping at your bottom lip, he whispers, “This doesn’t change anything. I still hate you.”
Sighing contently at the way his thumb massages your clit, you say, “Good. I hate you, too.”
He snorts. “Sure, Princess. Is that why you’re so fucking wet?”
To accentuate his point, he thrusts to the knuckle, stroking a particular spot that makes your toes curl and your eyes roll back.
“S’fucking pathetic,” he murmurs, glancing down, “how easy it is to play with you. Don’t have to do anything, do I? Just have to tease you a little and you’ll soak my fucking hand.”
Your fingers curl into his shirt, either as an act of defiance or out of need for stability. You aren’t sure.
“Cause you like it, don’t you?” he continues, moving his kisses to your neck. “Gets you off to be insulated. Degraded. Get all wet and squirmy at the thought of me putting you in your place, yeah?”
You don’t want to agree with him, but you both know he’s right. Even now, the cold cadence in which he speaks makes your legs shake.
“Yeah,” he answers for you in a soft but smug hum. “Know you do. Know you just wanna be put on your knees. Where you belong.”
With this thought, he pulls his fingers from your pussy, leaving you to wilt while he tugs his cock out.
There’s not much care as he swiftly and almost angrily tugs your leg up and throws it around his hip. He offers no words of reassurance or looks of encouragement while the tip drags through your folds before slowly disappearing into your cunt.
He ignores your strangled inhale, forehead finding yours as he grits, “Maybe I should do that next. Wrap your pretty ponytail around my fist while I fuck your throat.”
Your lashes flutter shut, nails scraping down his arms.
“Bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you, Tink?” He pauses for only a moment to let you adjust. “Like it when I make tears run down your face, yeah?”
However, you can’t offer him any reply. Instead focusing on the familiar ache that accompanies the stretch of his large size.
He pushes in a bit more, wary of your reaction, but overcome with pleasure at the way you take him. “You do,” he decides, that smile returning. “Can feel your little pussy clenching around me. Is that what you want, Princess? Want me to be mean to you?”
Truth be told, you suppose it is. Anything else wouldn’t feel right.
His hand raises to your throat, fingers curling around the delicate and soft skin of your neck before he squeezes once. Keeping your head pressed against the door.
“Take me,” he murmurs harshly before burying himself all the way. Ignoring your gasps and whines. “Fucking take me, Tink. Just like that. S’a good fucking girl. Always behave so well for me, hm? Just for me. Nobody else.”
He sets a slow but hard pace. Looking down at where his cock disappears into your pussy with a dazed look in his eye.
“Do you think about him, Princess?” he asks you next, giving your throat another squeeze. “D’ya think about your precious fucking Lucas when I fuck you? Or do you think about him when you’re all alone? Trying to get yourself off?”
Your mouth opens, ready to reply, but all that follows his remark is a desolate and strained whimper.
“Or do you think about me?” His lips ghost along the tender skin below your ear. Breathing softly before kissing the spot sweetly. A stark contrast to the vile way he speaks. “Think about how good I am to you…how I take care of you. Picture my hands, my voice, my fucking cock.”
And he’s right. In every fantasy, you see his face, first and foremost. Whisper his name into the air of your room as your fingers curl into your cunt.
It’s always him.
“Say it,” he murmurs now, offering another gentle kiss to your neck. “Tell me I’m the only one. Fucking tell me I’m the only one you cum for.”
Your fingernails move to scrape down his scalp, tangling in his soft curls as you subtly keep him in your arms.
You’re not too surprised by this request. Even if the two of you might never be anything more than friends, you imagine he needs to know. He needs to hear that even after everything, you still choose him.
You’re tempted to taunt him with a quippy retort. Egg him on, tell him he’s nothing compared to your vibrator.
Yet you find yourself whispering, “Only you, Har. Only ever you.”
For a moment, he stills. As if overcome by the words, the admission.
You pull him further into your embrace. “Always you.”
With a smirk, he leans back just far enough to meet your eye.
And you both smile.
“That’s my fucking girl.”
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I absolutely love they way you write Homelander!!! He's got me in a vice grip 😭😭😭
The brain rot is so real
I wanted to request something, you might have already done it but it dosnt hurt to ask right?
*cough cough* sky sex? Like Homelander and the reader fucking over the skyline... much like the end of season 2 except he's not alone this time?
Annnnndddd maybe the reader is terrified of heights?
Who knows 🤷🏼♀️
I hope this was an okay request!!! I love your work and I hope everything is going well for you 🫂
the sky is ours.
notes: hello guys! im finally back :) i know the wait was loooong and i apologise about that :’( i’ll start by responding to my asks because they’re really getting me in my writing mood. warnings: mature content. minors do not engage.
The cold night air rushed past your face, stealing your breath as you soared high above the city's skyline. Your arms were wrapped tightly around Homelander's neck, your body pressed against his as he carried you through the air like you were nothing but a feather. The world below was a blur of lights and buildings, tiny and insignificant from this height, while the sky stretched out endlessly around you.
Despite the exhilarating sensation of being weightless, your heart pounded in your chest for an entirely different reason. You weren't one for heights. In fact, you hated them.
Every instinct in your body screamed at you to hold on tighter, to demand to be put back down on solid ground, but the thought of doing so seemed impossible with Homelander's arms cradling you with such ease. His power was palpable, and even though you knew he could kill you with a single motion, there was a strange sense of comfort in his grasp.
"You okay up here?" His voice was smooth, low, and teasing, but his eyes flicked toward you with a glimmer of something genuine.
The deep blue of his eyes seemed to glow against the night, and you had to force yourself to look away.
"I'm fine," you managed to say, your voice shaky, despite your attempt to sound calm.
You didn't want him to know just how terrifying this was for you, but it was impossible to hide the tremor in your voice.
A slow, knowing smile spread across his face, his lips curling at the edges as if he could sense your fear. "You sure about that, sweetheart? You're shaking like a leaf."
You tightened your grip around his neck, digging your nails into his cape, feeling the way the fabric stretched beneath your fingers. "I said I'm fine," you repeated, more forcefully this time, though you weren't sure who you were trying to convince-him or yourself.
Homelander let out a low chuckle, his chest vibrating with amusement. "I know you're scared. I can hear your heartbeat," he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "But don't worry. I've got you."
His words were meant to be comforting, but the way he said them, with that dark, seductive edge, only made you more aware of how dangerous he was. It wasn't just his power that terrified you; it was the way he made you feel. Being with him was like standing on the edge of a cliff, teetering between fear and desire, unsure of which way you were going to fall.
"You... You're not going to drop me, right?" The question came out before you could stop it, the fear lacing your voice more obvious than ever.
He grinned, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he adjusted his grip on you, his hands sliding down to your waist, holding you tighter against him. "Drop you? Now, why would I do that?" His voice was thick with teasing, but there was an undertone of seriousness that sent a chill through you.
The truth was, he could drop you. He could let you fall to your death right now, and no one would stop him. But you knew he wouldn't-at least, not tonight. Tonight, his mood was playful, almost tender, in his own twisted way. There was something possessive in the way he held you, something that made you feel like, at this moment, he didn't want to let you go.
"Relax, sweetheart. Enjoy the view," he said, his voice dropping to a softer, almost intimate tone as he flew higher, the city shrinking below you. "Not everyone gets to see the world like this."
Your stomach churned as you glanced down at the sea of lights far beneath your feet, the skyscrapers looking like toys from this height. You could feel the wind whipping through your hair, the cold biting at your skin, but the overwhelming sensation was the dizzying fear of falling, of plummeting into the void below.
"I... I can't," you whispered, squeezing your eyes shut to block out the terrifying sight. "I hate heights, Homelander. Please, can we go down?"
He hummed thoughtfully, his fingers tracing slow circles on your waist as if he were considering it. "Hmm, I don't know..." he drawled, his voice laced with amusement. "I kind of like you like this. All vulnerable. All mine."
His words sent a jolt of electricity through you, awakening a heat deep inside that contrasted with the icy fear coursing through your veins. Despite everything-despite how terrifying this was, despite the fact that he could drop you at any moment, you were drawn to him, irresistibly so.
"I thought you were stronger than this," he taunted, his breath hot against your neck.
"You can't really be that scared, can you?"
You swallowed hard, your heart pounding so loudly in your ears you were sure he could hear it. "I'm not scared," you lied, your voice barely above a whisper. "I just... I don't like it."
"Oh, I think you like it more than you're willing to admit," he said, his voice dropping even lower, more predatory, as his lips grazed the sensitive skin of your neck. "The fear... the thrill. It's exciting, isn't it?"
A soft gasp escaped your lips as his mouth trailed down your throat, his tongue flicking against your skin, and despite yourself, despite the fear, you couldn't help the way your body reacted to him. Your pulse quickened, but this time it wasn't just from the terror-it was from the undeniable desire that had been building between the two of you for so long.
He chuckled, clearly aware of the effect he was having on you. "That's it," he whispered, his hand sliding up your back, fingers tangling in your hair as he pulled your head back, exposing more of your neck to his hungry mouth. "You can't deny it. You want this."
Your mind was spinning, the fear of heights warring with the intoxicating heat of his touch. You hated that he was right. You hated that despite everything, despite how dangerous and terrifying he was, you wanted him more than you had ever wanted anything in your life.
"Homelander.." you breathed, your voice trembling as his hands roamed over your body, his touch firm and possessive. You could feel the raw power beneath his fingertips, the control he had over you, and it made your heart race even faster.
"I could take you right here, right now," he murmured against your skin, his voice dark and full of promise. "High above the world... where no one else can reach us."
Your breath caught in your throat at his words, the imagery sending a rush of adrenaline through your veins. The idea was terrifying, exhilarating, and utterly intoxicating all at once.
He moved his face back to yours, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that took your breath away. It was rough, demanding, and full of an intensity that only Homelander could bring. His hands tightened around your waist, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours in a way that made your whole body ache with need.
Your fear melted away, replaced by the overwhelming desire coursing through your veins. You were his, completely and utterly, and in this moment, high above the world, it didn't matter that you were terrified of heights. All that mattered was him-the way he made you feel, the way his power wrapped around you like a cocoon, keeping you safe and dangerous all at once.
The tension between you both snapped like a taut wire, and in one swift, dizzying motion, Homelander had you pinned against him, hovering impossibly high above the shimmering city.
The cold air bit at your skin, but his body was a furnace, burning with heat and power as his hands roamed over you, pulling you closer.
His mouth crashed against yours, a demanding, hungry kiss that left you breathless, and before you could even comprehend the danger of the height, your body was responding to him with equal fervor. His hands gripped your thighs, pulling you around his waist, his strength holding you effortlessly as he pressed into you with a low, possessive growl.
The sensation of him inside you was overwhelming, heightened by the adrenaline of being so far from solid ground, and all you could do was cling to him as he thrust into you, each movement sending shockwaves through your body.
The world around you disappeared, the city below forgotten, as the only thing that existed was him-his strength, his control, the way he dominated you completely.
Your cries were swallowed by the wind, mixing with his low, primal groans as he moved faster, his grip on you tightening with each rough, relentless thrust. The fear of falling faded into the background, replaced by the raw, intoxicating pleasure that surged between you both, as if you were defying gravity itself, suspended in the sky, lost in the intensity of the moment.
And as his hands roamed over your body, his breath hot against your skin, you realized that maybe-just maybe-the sky was where you belonged after all.
#the boys x reader#— lena writes 🔖#homelander fic#homelander smut#homelander imagine#homelander x reader
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ღ NCT Dream Jisung x fem-bodied!reader ღ words: ~800 ღ gerne: soft smut (just v soft love making, some body worship, mention of multiple orgasms, unprotected sex) ღ reader: has a vagina and breasts, no pronouns used to refer to reader ღ warnings: none ღ prompt: “Louder. Let me hear you.”
Heavy pants and quiet moans fill the room as you throw your arms around your boyfriend’s shoulders, nails digging into his bare back. He groans at the feeling, but goes right back to planting lingering kisses all over your neck. His plump lips feel hot against your skin, just like the way he holds you as he rolls his hips on top of you.
“Jisungie…” you mutter his name and you comb your fingers through his disheveled hair. You’ve been making out practically all afternoon, and it really was only a matter of time until you two started touching each other, and when you did, you were both all out of patience. Led by the need to feel the other, clothes were off in no time, and after getting each other off a couple of times, this is the position you ended up in. Missionary, you lying underneath him and him setting the pace, his hands still all over you. He just can’t help himself, and you wouldn’t want him to stop for anything in the world.
“Love you…” he mutters after placing a kiss just below your earlobe, before he comes up to take a proper look at your face. He tends to get shy when you kiss him, but right now there’s not a single trace of embarrassment reflecting on his face. You can feel his sincerity, and at the same time the gaze with which he looks at you is intense.
“I love you too,” you whisper in response, and you lean your head back when he travels down towards your chest, to continue kissing you there.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says in between mapping out the area from your collarbones to your breasts, and you shudder when he sits up to run his palms down your body. Big hands reaching for your thighs to help you wrap your legs around his hips, he’s right back to touching you everywhere and you hum at his ministrations. Your heart swells at the way he handles you with so much care, and yet you can feel the burning desire behind his unhurried movements - he knows he has all the time in the world to spend with you like this, so why would he rush?
“Baby,” you call out to him, resulting in him leaning in again to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth.
“Hm?” he hums, and you whine as you can feel his warmth on top of you again, snaking your hands around his torso and holding on to him tight. The gesture makes him chuckle, and Jisung brings a hand up to your face, thumb brushing against your cheek. “I love you,” he repeats, before capturing your lips in a deep kiss, and you let him set the pace. Again, he goes slow, and somehow the way he’s savouring every single moment with you like this makes you only want more.
“I know something better,” he says after he parts from you, reaching for your hands behind his back, and before you realize what he’s planning, he already has his fingers intertwined with yours, pinning you down on the bed underneath him. “Is that okay?” he asks, and you find yourself nodding, and as if that was his starting signal, he begins rolling his hips against yours once more. His thrusts are slow and strong, so intense that your head is spinning in no time and you feel the pleasure flooding your senses.
“J-jisung…” you mewl his name quietly, brows furrowed as the sensations overwhelm you.
“Louder,” he responds, making you gasp with each of his thrusts. “Let me hear you.” Unable to even consider doing anything else, your lips part, making way for the moans you’ve been trying to hold in. And now that he’s responding to each sound escaping you with a moan of his own, you’d have wondered why you held back to begin with, if it wasn’t for the fact that the way he’s making love to you leaves you unable to form even one coherent thought. And so all you can do is whine his name as your next high builds up in the pits of your stomach, and then eventually he picks up the pace, telling you that he too is coming close.
“Baby… ‘m gonna cum…” you mewl, and he replies with a strained “me too”. A few more swift thrusts and he has you coming undone under his touch, with him following shortly after. Breathless, he rolls himself off you, his hand still in yours as you lie there, flat on your backs, neither of you two saying anything. Instead, you begin drawing circles onto the back of his hand with your thumb, and when you turn your head to look at him you find him already gazing at you fondly.
“I love you,” you whisper, and you both crack a smile. Then Jisung brings your hand up to his mouth to place a kiss to your knuckles, before he replies,
“Me too.”
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Summary: Everyone wants power, but what about afterwards? When you have everything you've killed for and worse. When you've gave up everything and gotten so much more in return to the point you have nothing and you're just alone with only your thoughts and the empire you've built? Choi Soobin, someone who became known in the crime world as someone to never even think about crossing or he would grab you and torture you for even thinking about running and trying to turn him in. But he never would just pick someone random from the streets to torture, and it was getting boring. So he decided to wear something that wouldn't give him away and would go to a coffee shop to sit and observe. But he wasn't aware that there was now someone new working there, and when he locked eyes with the boy, there was nothing anyone could do to stop his obsession from growing rapidly.
Tags: Mafia soobin, male reader, stalker, blackmailing, obsessiveness, possessive, unprotected sex, overstimulation, bl00d, some torture scenes {the beginning and mentions of one later}. dark read. Minors do not interact.
Credits: @sweetmelodygraphics and @xurengu0 for dividers
AU: I went back and fourth with this one, wanting to keep it a male reader but also a yeonjun but decided on the male reader since that's mainly what my page is for, so this will be a dark Soobin x Male Reader. I'm sorry these took a while, I went on a cruise and there was so many things to do between having fun and having to quickly pack to leave, let along getting logged out of my account on my phone and not bringing my computer or tablet with me, But I will try to crank this one out soon to upload the Demon's desire, that will be a series in itself so there might be separate post between those and other one shots like this one. All of these are full works that I don't want to rush out but hope they still make since every now and then. Please do enjoy this one along with the others.
Everyone will always do their best to get the power they want. Whether its having to dance on poles for money, sell their body or souls or even have to pick up the lies of a double life in order to make ends meet just to get to their dream goal. This mafia boss was no different, he grew up in an orphanage and was often always brought back because he had never gotten along with any of the other kids in the houses he was brought to. Sometimes he would tear the parents apart because of his thoughts and ways, but the last family was determined to keep him no matter what. They did the same things some of the other families did, they showed him love, they gave him everything that they could while also making sure he was lectured enough to understand why some things were wrong and other things were okay to do. But he still ended up in the hands of the dark world. He ended up bumping into a dangerous mob trade session, but he wasn’t scared of the man who threatened to kill him and his family, he did nothing but smile at the man. Something he rarely did and when this little kid was old and stable enough to move out within his adoptive parents trying to follow him anymore, he left and moved in with the boss and started right back at the bottom of the latter.
But he was also fast enough to move back to the top of the position, claiming the title just as he turned 23 years old and seemed to even have things figured out. He had his own ways of keeping people quiet if they tried to bring up things he didn’t want to hear, like an arranged marriage for one. He didn’t want a pointless marriage that would lead to him losing his family, he worked hard to build overtime just to be painted as another villain later in life. It was so secure that his circle of close people only considered 4 people who he considered very close to him who he allowed to do whatever they wanted, if they were careful of their doings, personal lives and all things of that nature. While he continued to do as he wanted. His mornings consisted of an hour-long jog outside of his house, then doing the same back to his house in order to take a relaxing shower in his bathroom before getting dressed in more baggy and relaxed clothing before going to his favorite little coffee shop throughout the day, he mainly foes in the morning first before going in the afternoon before having to deal with a lot more dangerous things that now he finds to be boring. Then again for the late night before they close just to help relax before he walks inside to his close friends having a chaotic night and dragging him into joining the fun.
And right now was around the time he would head to his coffee shop, but in a little bit more serious attire. He kept his classic black and white suit; he wasn’t looking forward to this meeting simply just because he wasn’t going into a boring old meeting. He had to set yet another example and continue with his day as normal. His driver would walk to this coffee shop and then have his driver pick him up and he enjoyed it because he could enjoy his coffee without needing to make any unneeded movements that could spill his coffee on himself or on someone else. The coffee shop wasn’t small, but it also wasn’t entirely too big either. Walking inside he gave a slight wave to the manager behind the busy counter and made his way to his corner booth. He would sit there and look out the window with a book sitting there with his old bookmark in his spot. There he sat with one leg crossed while waiting for someone to either ask what he wanted or if they would come over with his regular. But given how crowded it was he knew that he would have to probably recite his order to someone new and someone in the back would make it to his liking, He would just have to wait a while.
“Good afternoon sir! Sorry for the wait, I’m Y/n! What could I get you today?” the male asked with a happy customer service tone, smiling as the boss turned to look at him, ready to tell the order but caught himself staring for a minute as if he were trying to remember what he wanted. Looking at their name tag and smiling even, which was rare for him to do. “It’s fine, I usually take a medium black coffee with sugar and cream on the side. I heard there was a new snack on the menu today? Have you tried it before?” Watching y/n quickly write it all down and seeing their head nod, their voice began to ring in his ears and smile even towards it. “Ah yes our mint green cake with buttercream frosting! Not to brag but I came up with it and the boss said if I got enough sales on it we could make it a permanent thing!” “Then I’d love to try that, give you an honest review.” Watching them write it all down, with an excited nod y/n left and powerwalked back to the counter to write it all down and started to get mixed within the bodies behind the counter all trying to work on orders for people to have their items and make room for new people as everything finally started to die down.
Y/N was working on the order along with some others to provide a helping hand before coming back out with the bosses order, a smile still on his face as y/n carefully set down the coffee before setting down the new treat, which was part of the reason why today was so busy but it was a good thing. The boss looked at the treat to see that it was cooked while his drink was steaming hot and the way he had requested it to be. The boss gave a curious look while looking at the treat before using the fork to cut the treat in half before finally taking a bite. Letting it carefully sit in his mouth and taking slow chews to make sure he was tasting everything since this bakery thrived on feedback, whether it be good or bad they needed it to make sure everyone was able to learn and grow.
Tilting his head to the left slightly, the boss swallowed and looked over to the curious and excited worker before carefully wiping his mouth with the napkin before clearing his throat. “It’s very...moist which is a good thing, not too moist but also not too hard. Buttercream is the best option since a lot of people love sweet things here, you did amazing with this y/n, this might just become part of my usual.” He answered, seeing y/n smile at the feedback before having to run back behind the counter. The boss happily enjoying his new meal, but there was just something about this one that got the boss thinking. He smiled at this person, gave them more feedback than he usually does and felt more...relaxed after his workout before waiting for his car to arrive to take him to work. It was something he almost never done before yet here he was as if this was a natural thing for him to do. It made him question what this one worker did, out of the many people he had seen time and time again, what was so easy about this one worker that made everything change? All the boss had time for was to shake his head before seeing the black car arrive right on time. The boss stood up, his plate with only a few crumbs and his cup empty. Leaving a note with y/m’s name on it along with some money as a tip. The owner knows that if this man leaves a note and cash for someone, if they don’t get the note and the cameras are checked, deepening on what he sees, he will make sure every lesson is learned before considering inviting you back into working.
He left before the next rush could come in and sat in the car in the back seat while his driver slowly began to drive to his next meeting spot, which was something he was going to dread just because this was going to be about more land and a trade offer to see if anyone had anything he would want, Afterall he doesn’t just give things away for free. But since the driver had certain plugs so they could never hear anything the boss was saying since they weren’t allowed to hear it. So the boss took out his phone and called his hacker and tracker in order to figure out things about someone he was curious about. “Yes Boss, who am I looking for this time?” “Good morning to you beomgyu, you sound peachy as always.” Hearing a huff on the other side of the phone before the sound of a monitor turning on along with his mouse quickly moving around. Knowing he was about to have to get to work on finding information about someone.
“I’m ready as ever Hyung, which criminal am I looking for now and this early nonetheless.” “I have a surprise, t’s not a criminal this time I want you to look for, this one might be an actual challenge that will take you a while.” The computer was finally one, all three screens turned on at once, each with their own screen ready to be used and show what he was looking one. The left screen being a grid of the entire city with airways for airplanes, the middle one being used for pictures, media, and just searching for anything and the right screen would be to listen in for any conversation with any device and camera's just to be sure there was nothing that beomgyu was missing and would be able to give an entire report on and not miss a thing. And hearing that this one wasn’t a criminal, but maybe just a regular person. “The cafe we go to has someone...new, I want everything you can find on them. You’ll know exactly when you get the screen pulled up. I want everything, I don’t care how embarrassing it looks, and I don’t care how long it takes you.” Hearing the faint sounds of clicking, both from the computer and from the mouse, it was easy from Beomgyu that this person was something else, especially for the boss to want everything before getting to see anything. “This must be a special person for you to want everything like this, it’s going to take me a while before you get everything that you’re wanting. Are they going to end up dead soon?” “No, but we will need to change everything once I have what I need, then yes.”
To say that the boss was annoyed with how most of his work day ended was an understatement. Walking into his meeting place was enough to already make him mad because why did he have to be here? Because someone messed up with some of his trades and tries to steal from him. Which was already making him mad as is, having to now keep more people off of his back and whatnot, something he hated dealing with because now he had to pick up their mess and set things back on track the way it needs to be. Especially when it now comes to this certain someone who was able to magically come into his life and make him start to feel things after so long of not feeling it. It was hard for him to fully stay focused while thinking of this person, wanting to see them all over again and not be bothered by anything regarding work, at least so far that is.
How does one simple person suddenly make it hard to do anything that you were so used to doing? Letting the others do their jobs easily without pressure or stress of doing anything else before getting here? All of those around the boss could see that he was zooning out in through, something he rarely ever did unless something was truly only his mind about to drive him crazy and he needed to find out what it is and figure out how to handle this in the ways he knows how. But he can’t get rid of this person by killing them, no this is someone only the boss wants to have to himself and nothing mor. To have them locked away in their house with no one else able to mess or talk to them without his permission. He wanted to be possessive over them and never let them leave his sight and if he ever had to do his best to save them, he would do so without question even if he had to do it all by hand himself. Something he considered doing since he knew he had his hacker hard at work with other projects that needed to be handled within a matter of time and how carefully these needed to be done.
But he was happy with one thing as it was the end of the work day, watching the man in front of him die in pain before slumping over on the chair before his body was being poured ikn gasoline before being lit on fire. Something he would watch while everyone would see the flames dancing around in his eyes while he had his phone in one hand. Looking at the time he knew he needed to go, but if he went in the car and made things obvious, it would throw off everything and he didn’t need or want that to happen top him, not just yet. So he needed to head home in order to make things easier but he needed to make sure no one nosey was listening to him, so even in the car ride home he didn’t risk it. He knows he has moles and he doesn’t care for killing them all if he has to, after all he’s a mafia for a reason. Though his home was large and secure he enjoyed the peace but the loneliness was going to drive him crazy. Which is why his very close men were allowed to stay in his house so it made sense and there at least some chaos and noise in his large house. He kept the very top floor to himself for his room and other things, everyone else could have their own floor if they wanted to it didn’t matter to him how it went, he just needed to feel and hear other things around him.
He walked past the kitchen while calling his hacker, knowing they were either in their room or now in one of the kitchens making food as a lunch break. “Yeess? I should almost have all of their information unless your asking about other task, which should be set up by now .” “The information, what else are we waiting on with that?” “Well, I’m getting their layout of hometown since they work at the cafe we always go to. Their apartment isn’t far from it, but if we need to keep them safe then we need their outlines.” “I can figure that out myself, just send me what you know, I need an excuse to leave the house anyways. Focus on the others and don’t destroy the house while I’m gone.” Beomgyu couldn’t help but laugh while the boss started to take his shower, it was a long steamy shower where he was clearing out most of his thoughts while also making sure he was clean, something he always took seriously before going to bed or when he was fully taking a bath or shower. Even afterwards and getting lotion on him, messing with his hair and getting dressed in all black to hide himself.
After his shower and opening his bathroom door to walk back into his room, looking down at his phone to see everything he needed before leaving for the night, all he needed was their location and he would be able to set his plan in place. Grabbing a hat and a mask, it was going to be a very easy night for him.
The boss was quiet with his footsteps, keeping his distance as he walked to the back of the closed cafe, the front doors were locked and the windows were covered. Y/n and the manager were staying back to ensure that everything was stocked and ready for the next day. Along with doing the menu boards for the morning. He knew there was a conversation going but this wasn’t the part he wanted to. Instead, he was quietly walking to the employee backroom. Where there was lockers in place and everyone was required to leave their things there, since it was going to be too busy to just have your phone and sneak talk to people when that could make the rush even more. Which is not what they need for business. The only phone that was allowed to be out there on the floor wasn’t even a phone, it was a tablet that had Spotify premium for those who wanted to come and pick out the songs, whether it be the customers or the employees. Walking bac k there was the easy part, but looking for the locker with their name was another story, because if the light was on too bright they would know someone is in here and y/n isn't in the full loop on how things work around here. But it’s better this way, it makes it easier.
Walking around the small room their locker had their name on it where their phone was left. And since everyone here trusted each other there was no locks on them. So, finding their phone was the easy part, but he needed to do this part fast. Keeping the bag on his shoulder and keeping quiet, holding the phone and placing a chip in the charging port. Having the first part in his phone to get everything he needs along with making sure that his own tracker was going to work, not just on their location but everything else as well. Their likes, the videos they watch, the apps they use, practically everything and would have their number. But knew he needed to be smart about this.
Kneeling down behind the lockers, he was able to get inside of the phone and work on it, he was able to get inside past the code and seeing how his tracker was now going to work. He could feel the smile on his face before putting the phone back in the locker and slowly walked out of the room to the doorway to listen to the conversation, wanting to hear their voice one more time. “So y/n, minus the rush, what did you like about today?” The manager asking while finally slowly closing the cash register while looking over, watching them draw more designs on the calendar that would match with the drinks and food of the day, since everything would change and sometimes it would be annoying but other times it was relaxing to do after a long day that just never seem to end no matter how it felt. Y/n was focused on drawing while trying to answer. “They were all nice, the one who really liked what I made was very cute. He gave me the most honest review too! I have another one for tomorrow and hoping that I can get his next reaction for this one. I hope it’ll be autumn theme too since were close to the season, but I’m really excited for October, I have so many ideas for that one!” The boss could feel the smile on his face, making sure he didn’t give away his position while staying closer to the door so he can make his escape and follow them.
“I knew he was what you needed when it comes to advice with this, he always comes here when he has the time. I have a feeling you two will be very close soon.” “What’s his name? Oh please tell me.” “His name is Soobin, don’t tell him I told you that, when you get that hung up go on and head home. We have a long day tomorrow.” Soobin could only quietly walk to the door and closed it silently. Hiding along the shadows while having a smirk on his face under that black mask. He didn’t take a car; it would be too obvious and he didn’t want that to happen when trying to get this close to them. Even without the headlights on, it would’ve been a bad idea when trying to drive along the roads since these tend to be busy. He didn’t need this to happen as of now, so walking on foot would do and he was hoping that since the cafe seemed to be close to where they live, they would just walk there and he could figure things out from there. Whether it be an apartment complex or their own house, he was going to find a way to get inside and make sure he had the place all laid out and he could easily come in and out while acting like the nice and caring friend he was often known for being. Something he was going to use to his charm and advantage.
While standing in one of the darkest corners, he saw the back door opened and watch them step out with their bag on their shoulder, smiling to themselves before starting to walk to the sidewalk where a lot of people were walking, and this was Soobin's time to act. He followed behind them as quietly as he could, making it look like his head was down and he was trying to scroll on his phone so no one would think he’s trying to do something to someone if he were trying to keep pace with someone. The walk was going well, something he was happy about as he looked up to one of the apartments complexes. It wasn’t entirely too fancy but there were still great things. The rooms were almost all the same but they were still some of the best out there. The large complex on the outside was painted a soft warm white with yellow wood separators on the outside. Soobin followed them to one of the farther buildings while trying to keep watch, knowing if he went inside, it would give away his position so he went around to the balcony’s.
Inside of the complex, it was like walking into a warm feeling and being able to relax after a long day of having to walk around. In the living room, there was a fireplace surrounded by white painted brinks to with a little black metal stand for fresh firewood to stay. A large peach tan couch with a soft white blanket laying on one of the cousins with a remote close by, a tv being on the wall above the fireplace. A round wooden table with a dark brown table cloth with a small round coaster and a bowl empty for snacks, And a large white carpet underneath everything. The kitchen was slightly large, the appliances were all electric which seemed to make it easier when trying to cook and get things done. The counters being a dark oak wooden color while the counter tops were a slight brown granite with a brown towel hanging over the oven handle. Walking to the bathroom and turning on the light, looking at the large glass mirror that was oven the white countertop sink with some things neatly laid out around the sink, y/n walked over the towel bar and set down on the large white towels on the counter top while walking over to the separate shower with a glass sliding door with the large sunk in tub waiting. While taking a shower, soobin was trying to make sure he had the right balcony to look into when he knew he would have to come back But also needing to know which windows was theirs, not wanting to leave unless he got the one he needed.
After what felt like forever, he saw one of the bedroom lights turn on, seeing the window on the second floor open up and there he was. Knowing everything would slowly go into play, he couldn’t wait to get his plan in action and keep them to himself. He stood there with his hands in his pocket, seeing y/n in the window looking out before closing everything. He knew where to go, and soon he would be able to do everything he needs to do without looking creepier than he knows he would be if anyone where to be looking at his direction but as of right now he wasn't about to be worried about that. He didn't bring much of anything with him, since he knew y/n was in a complex, there would be cameras' around and if someone were to ever nosy it would ruin everything before he could even get started. So, making up his mind and having everything planned out from here, he left. But not without a smirk on his face as he made his way home.
“Things just always never seem to go the way we plan them out. Being nosey doesn't always get you the things you want y/n, you should know that with the things you've told me over the couple of months.” Soobin said in a tone dead voice, looking at the table in front of him that had a white cloth covering the dark wooden table. A lot of tools made for torture and branding were laid out in front, with the muffles screams and cries of the one person soobin nevger wanted to hurt like this. But if y/n had managed to leave south korea tonight, it would've been bad for both y/n and those who would they to cross soobin in more ways that he's willing to let get past him. Soobin proceeded to grab some scissors before walking over, wearingv a large baggy white t-shurt with black jeans and scissors covering his hands. Kneeling down to mes with their hair while they were trying to tug at the handcuffs, but they were burning their wrist in the process. But their mouth was covered, making it hard for y/n to make any noises as loud as they could, not that anyone would be able to hear or do much.
“No Mafia boss likes doing this. But you aren't just dealing with someone who could be killed easily. You're dealing with the mian one, the main one who will let everyone know exactly who claimed you, and trying to run and hide leads to more harm to others. Once I like something, I don't let them go.” He whispered in their ear, cutting down the back of their shirt and watching them shake as teh sweat started to trail down. Something soobin always thought about doing, even if it wuld burn, but he didn't want them to be scremaing throughout the enitre process, they would be shaking and it would just burn more. Soobin wanted to do this alone, no one else being able to see this moment but himself befcore having to take y/n back to his house since their aparmtner was cleared out within the minute soobin had to take them by force. SInce y/n had went through his work phone and found out everything, which of coruse rightfully scared them, but soobin was never gouing to let them go. Walking back to the table, he grabbed a cloth and walked back over.
Watching y/n trying to shake their head before their nose was covered with the cloth and their head being held still to make sure it was covered. Softly shushing and humming as he ketp his eyes closed befoer no longer feeling any struggles and muffled cries of fear. After staying still for a minute, moving the cloth away and seeing their head slump over once again, soobin dropped the cloth and grabbed the burning iron with a large s on the end, looking at the skin he loved to see before slowly pressing it in the center of their back, watching the skin burn and the letter slowly become permanet on theri back before pulling it away and setting it down elsewhere, away from the two of them and ina cold bucket of water to make sure nothing else was burning because of it. Watching the glow slowly die down, he walked to teh table one last time before grabbbing some rubbing alcohol and a rag, carefully dapping it on and around the engravement, some ointment as well just to help with swelling and crema before wrapping it around their torso. He could feel a twisted grin appreaing on his face as he looked down at them. Seeing how peaceful they looked while sleeping, how they were relaxed and finally in his home where he would be able to watch their everymove. But he knew he couldn't let them in the main house, they would try to get out and even though he knows his friends. He also knows that y/n is smart, getting into things to try and escape would make it hard for them. Which is why his main property had a second smaller house behind it, even though the main one was large, this one was where he would keep mjore of his things so his friends didn't feel crowded all living in one house.
Slowly locking the handcuffs, keepinmg tehm close by as he slipped on one of his larger shirts on y/n to cover them and putting the handcuffs back on, preparing for the fight, screaming and yelling that was going to happen when they woke back up. Slowly laying them on the ground, on their stomach, he locked the handcuffs back on them before carefully picking them up and walking back to his car. Setting them in th passneger seat and clicking teh seatbelt, he got in the drivers seat and began to drive himself back home. Letting the car stay silent with air conditioning on for what felt like hours, which was only a 45 minute drive and he kenw that he had to be fast or things we're going to get out of hand very quickly and he didn't need that right now. But after getting home and using the second driveway to get to the smaller but more cozier house, he parked the car and began to carry them inside. Closing and locking the door before walking up the stairs and laying them on the soft bed before walking back down to teh main door and enteritng a code. This would make sure every door was locked, even the ones on the side and garage door. The windows would be harder to break but still allowed natrual lighting to be seen.
Letting out a content sigh, soobin slowly walked back up the stairs and looked at teh bed, sitting on the edge and just watching them more closely before seeing that y/n jumped awake. Panting as their eyes frantically looked around before landing on the calm man, who still had a dead look in his eyes and not the same bright and shiny eyes that tehy were used to, that had life in them and could sparkle like the stars. These eyes had nothing, almost as if he were nothing mjore then a corpse waking around trying to fit in and get by. Trying to kick their feet to get away, but they soon let out a pained muffled cry and laid back on the bed slowly and still in pain. “Don't move too much, the mark still needs time to heal and it will take a while. Trying to move too much will hurt you more.” Tilting his head to the side, he could see the glare, filled with anger, but almost filled wit fear, something that made him smirk because ti was something he was used to but nevertheless amsuing all the same to him. It made him get closer while trying to watch tehm squirm away but given how they were placed, there was every little they could do to get away from him.
“I’m a maffia boss y/n, I've seen this same look so many times it used to make me feel bad. Then it made me smile but now it does nothing. Yet there is something about you.” He started, kneeling on the ground with his upper body laying on the bed, hands holding up his head that was still tilted like a curious cat watching their owners do their normal activities yet still being amused by every little step. “You did something to me, something no one was able to ever do, sure my friends made me feel things but you woke up something dark. You left me wanting more, making me go crazy and for the longest time I had already assumed I was insane for the way I handle things now. Yet everytime I had to leave you it was like walking into a freezer and staying there, even just having to wait to talk to you was torture. I knew it was bad, all of these little thoughts in my head but the only way for them to even remotely be quiet was by getting you. By staying next to you and just hearing you, the only act you ever got out of me, was pretending that seeing guys and girls flirt with you in front of me never bothered me. And it drove me insane.”
He started to talk, almost as if he wanted there to be some form of emotion behind his words but there was nothing that was able to show. No love was showing in his eyes, his tone sounded still and stiff, almost like he didn't mean it like the other times he was able to mask his emptiness and find a to make his emotions sound real. But this was a struggle for him, but he knew how this would end, hearing it time and time again. Watching Y/n still trying to stuggle while panting, but there wasn't anything they could do, soobin had everything thought out when it came to situation like this and any attmepts to escape by flirting or trying to fight their way out. All he could do was look at the person that still somehow made his heart race when he couldn't show it on his face as much as he wanted to so his emotions could be real. “Your wound will real within the following weeks, but moving too fast or trying to do things will cause it to puss and bleed more. I will be downstairs till you need something that I need to do. I will come around and check on the mark, but for now, trying to sleep on your stomach.” Slowly standing up and walking away from teh bed, walking down the stairs while listening to their pa ts, knowing he was going to have to wait till they fell asleep before taking off the handcuffs because he didn't feel like fighting them anymore.
Sitting on the couch, all he could do was huff before leaning his head back, with his eyes slighly closed, listening closer to his surroundings while he could hear the soft movements from the bed. Y/n was still sitting there, looking around and up at the skylight window, hissing before instanly looking back down and being annoyed at the handcuffs, but their mouth was still covered which was making this hard but they tried to stay calm before letting out a loud muffled sound. Which made soobin get up, his hands in his pockets before seeing why. “Oh yeah, thing I got carried away, then again if you scream I'll tie it back.” Walking to the side nad taking his hands back out, he untied the gag from their mouth and tossed it in a corner for dirty things. Watcching as they coughed and tried to catch their breathe before looking over at soobin. Staring at him with a confused look, trying ti put the pirces together along with becoming more aware of the situation, and where they are while he just stared at y/n.
He wanted to show more emotion then is he right now, but knowing how this situation looked and felt, trying to show feeling would make it nearly impossible for him to feel anything and trying to show much of anything. If he was going to do any of that, he needed to get through the storm first, which he knew wasn't going to happen. “Soobin, come on, what is going on here?” Asking with confusion laced in their voice while Soobin pushed his hair back, letting out a soft sigh before putting his hands back in his pockets. “I did tell you my job is something very dangerous and not easy to get into. A Mafia boss isn't really the best job to fall in love with someone. But I know better than admitting that to you at our first meetings, then again, the cafe you work at is under my protection and some of my funding but unless you became a manger, you wouldn't get to know that. "He could see the pieces coming together inside of their mind while he finally sat on the bed, resting his feet after standing and walking around for a while.
“You're a very curious cat y/n, but then again I can't be too mad at you when I do make it hard to not want to dive in too deep into the things I've done with some reactions from certain people you see me talking to when I don't see you coming or on the phone.” Trailing off, he kept his hands in his pocket, changing the way he was standing only to look at y/n in the eyes a slightly smile before walking closer. He could see the flinching and confusion in their eyes and in their body language. The tense and curled up position while Soobin just stood at the side of the bed, his hands never moved but his upper body had leaned in closer, seeing them get closer to the wall at the far corner being scared of their reaction or what they could do afterwards. “This will be a very… interesting time for what I can see. Enjoy it.”
“Wine is more dangerous then alcohol they say, it gets you intoxicated faster then beer would. My little wine glass, do you realize just how drunk you get me so quickly like this?” SOobin teased, moving his two long slender fingers slowly but sharply inside of y/n’s warm hole. Watching them tightly hold onto his office desk with their legs struggling to stand straight or stay still on their own without any help. Y/n’s hair almost covering their face completely just to show the mess while the office was filled of their whimpers. Trying to stay quiet and catch their breathe whist listening to the words coming from behind them. Soobin still sitting in the chair while looking out teh black tinted window with a wine glass barely filled with his favorite wine ever. There was nothing more that soobin wanted in this moment. Seeing y/n almost completely naked on his desk with the only things left being their buttoned down shirt laying on the desk to act as a cover and something for them to bite.
Their quiet whimpers soon turned into loud moans and gasp once Soobin started to pick up the pace with his fingers, taking one last sip of his wine before standing up, his fingers still moving and stretching the space they were in before quickly pulling them out, bringing his fingers close to his mouth to lick them clean. He could see the body under him just shaking already which seem to have brought a smirk to his face while titling his head to the side. “SHaking from my fingers already? You last 15 minutes with just my fingers and you already might just bust?” Taunting before flipping his lover over, looking at how fast their chest was rising and falling trying to catch whatever air was able to go in and out of their lungs, his dick stadning tall and looking like it was trying to bounce even but his arms were alos starting to shake. After all trying to hold onto a desk is somehting but trying to get prepared for the things that are about to come is another. “Kneel. And suck, maybe then I’ll give you the things you’ve been begging me so much for within the past hour.” Raising his eyebrows in a teasing manner, he watched y/n slide off the desk onto their knees in front of him.
Unbuckling the belt and pulling down his pants just to see a very excited dick showing up and finally free from the restraints of his pants, feeling the cold air only to then be met with a wet and warm cavern of his lovers mouth, meeting the wet slippery tongue swirling around it with their head bobbing back and forth, letting out gagging sounds with closed eyes. Soobin could feel their hands holding onto his thighs to keep themselves stable while feeling the a large hand running through their hair only to grab a handful of it. Soobin leaned his head back and let out a string of pleased groans, looking down with his head tilted to the side with his eyes closed. His door wasn’t locked and he knew his actions were on display so if someone wanted to come in for whatever reason, which some do a lot without knocking which is a stupid thing to do, they will walk in on this and be sent away or there will be consequences later but right now he wasn’t thinking of that. His eyes moved down to look at the sight below him. He could see the drool falling down their chin onto the carpet, their desperate muffled moans with gags following while their pace changed from quick to slow before being forced to stay still. Feeling something salty on their tongue before being pulled away.
Their eyes opening and their tongue hanging out with more fast pants and a pleading look. Something soobin always knew he would enjoy but being able to actually see it ewas different and it was something that was going to drive him crazy and there was nothing anyone could do to even replace this sight. Their messy hair that was sticking to their head, the mess in their mouth even after they swallowed and just the begging look. He didn’t know which one he wanted frist, to pound them on the tinted window knowing no one would be able to see, hopefully, or having them bounce till they no longer could and just fall asleep on them later. Both sounded amazing and it made him twitch while he licked his lips. He pulled y/n up and pinned them against the window, their hands resting against the glass with their legs spread by soobin’s knee while feeling his hands rub their sides before smacking their eyes, enjoying the surprised yelp and the jiggle before teasing their stretched empty entrance with the tip. Using one hand to hold their sides and hte other to guide him inside, finally pushing it in, he bit his lip and listened to the loud moans as he added more till he was fully in. Closing his eyes and letting out a relaxed sigh.
Keeping one hand on their side and the other one grabbing a fist full of hair, tugging hteir head back as he started to qucikly move his hips. Hearing the loud sound of skin slapping with the music of his lovers loud moans, cries of pleasure and those melting whimpers while their eyes would stay closed or would open to only roll to the back their head. Their mouth staying wide open no matter how hard they tried to keep it closed. Anyone walking by would be able to hear the loud moans and begs before most likely running to not have to hear sounds they weren’t supposed to hear in the first place. Knowing their boss is possessive and only wants to hear the sounds for himself. Their legs were almost shaking from the force coming nonstop behind them. The angel was changing it seemed like but their prostate was being abused in a way that made it impossible to stay even remotely quiet no matter how hard anyone tried. It was like jumping on clouds or getting the best stretch ever. Feeling their skin stick together because of the sweat, feeling the movements before feeling the wet kisses on their shoulder. Licking it and soon biting it, knowing this will leave visible marks all over him no matter anyone else tried to cover.
“You’re my little wine glass, aren’t you? I’m the wine that you can’t get enough of once you taste it. Look at you drooling on my window, you can’t even get a word out to me just to tell me if you want something now can you?” He deeply said in their ear, he could feel the squeezing, the shaking even from trying to hold in their release. “Please…Please please please! Fucking god please!” The broken cries were enough to even make him release. Hearing the gasp and mewls, pulling them away from the window to even see the stain left on window. The sweat and juice stains made him grin while panting. Holding their limp lover in their arms while their legs shook, eyes still tightly closed with sweat covering their body. He just wanted one more, one more but he could tell if he did they were going to pass out in his arms. Which is what he wanted. So he laid them on the desk, their back on their shirt and watched their eyes flutter open when they felt something push back inside of them once again. Trying to rest their body on their elbows while their legs were wrapped around Soobin’s exposed waist, the only thing still on him was his white unbuttoned shirt ot show everyhting bare. “Two glasses are never enough. I need three, then you can pass out from the intooxciating feeling.”
He held their hips tightly in his big hands before picking up the pace, listening to the broken moans and leaning down. Kissing and sucking on their neck and chest, alliwng him to fully feel the shaking and hearing the cries of pleasure while tears streamed down y/n’s face. Knowing their chest was going to be covered in markings and nothing more and even hand prints. Y/n’s upper arms had wrapped around soobin’s shoulders and gripping the shirt with their tounge still hanging out while their vision started to blacken but they were getting closer and closer. With a weak whisper, all they could let out was a faint “Soobin…” Before the two had realsed one more time. Soobin staying still and watching y/n’s back arch up before laying on the desk, his chest slowing down and their eyes were closed. They were asleep, soobin slowly pulled out and stood up. Looking down at his artwork and smiling even at it. He kneeled down to grab his phone to take yet another picture, he ahd thousands of tehm from moments he wanted to remember. ANd this was one of them. Tossing the phone on his chair he walked to his bathroom and grabbed a twoel. Cleaning himself since all he had was his work clothes and quickly got himself dressed. Walking back over to y/n, he was careful when cleaning his inner thighs and behind. Being as gentle as he could while making sure everything was clean.
Wiping the sweat off their body and drying them carefully, he held them close while slowly getting their clothes back on, making sure it all looked right before setting on the couch to the far left, wiping down the sweat and setting everything back up, cleaning off the window as well before picking up y/n and sitting back in his office chair where he continued to get the rest of his work done throughout the day, He had a smile on his face that no one was able to see outside of this office.
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Hi!! Can you do Sun in 2nd House?
I love the effort and details you put into all of your posts! ✨
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Sun in the 2nd house
These natives tend to have a solid self-esteem. Their identity and sense of self are deeply tied to their perception of their own worth. Throughout their lives they focus on working on their own self-esteem, strengthening and improving it. Many of them have a strong belief that they can be valued if they have or create things, which is one of their biggest insecurities as they grow up. They focus on the real world, on the tangible and are very perceptive of their reality. They will always look for facts and actions before ideas and live in their imagination. They like comfort, convenience and the idea of having a cozy spot for themselves, however, they are also very hard-working people, focused on achieving their own comforts, being able to support their expenses and achieve what they set out to do. Persevering, slightly stubborn when they have a goal in mind and reserved. Many of them, despite being generous and sharing with their things, can get upset when others deliberately take their things or when they believe in the right to take their things for the mere fact of being family or friends. They take great care of what it costs them work to build and have, never taking for granted either their achievements or the people they love. They are constant and very determined people.
They are in search of security in all areas, from economic, emotional, to themselves. They will never take unnecessary risks or leave what gives them peace to pursue headless but exciting ideas. They highly prioritize having calm and harmony and do not get involved in situations where they know there will be drama and excessive discomfort. These people can provide others with a feeling of stability, in the eyes of others they appear to be calm and have a lot of control over themselves and their lives. They may spend a lot of their money on their hobbies, and they are likely to look for ways to monetize their talents and skills. A unique talent for creating things that can provide comfort and tranquility for other people. On many occasions, natives with this placement have a desire to express themselves through personal style, such as the way they dress. These natives aspire to a dignified life where they have the money to support their basic needs and extra to be able to use it for what brings them happiness [hobbies, interests, passions, etc.]
These people are very clear about what they want to achieve and can be very dedicated to the idea of being able to achieve that economic independence to be able to buy and have everything they ever wanted or dreamed of. Many of them love the idea of buying gifts or small details for those around them. They can be generous with their resources, sharing what they have with others and using their possessions to help and support loved ones. They are very grateful and honest people, many of them are very attached to their values and are consistent in acting in accordance with them. If Sun is making lots of tense aspects, they may have materialistic inclinations that make them forget about other things of great value in their lives. In some cases these natives may have a lot of talent to manage their finances or an ability to make their businesses or ventures flourish. These natives can give off vibes of being very elegant, polite and charming. A mixture of friendliness and reserve, but the people around them know how reliable they can be. They have delicacy, a sensible and rational personality, they enjoy taking their time and focus on living in the now without rushing about the future. They may have placed a lot of expectations on them in their childhood or they may even do it themselves.
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𝓐𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝓭𝓪𝔂𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶
y/n x yeosang
oneshot | mdni
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On their day off, Yeosang and his lover get lost in a steamy, slow-burn moment of passion, vibing with each other’s every touch and kiss, ending with a sweet exchange of "I love you’s" that makes everything feel just right
nsfw tags under
f/m, top yeosang, reader has vagina and breasts but no pronouns used to refer to reader, sex, kissing, slow burn, make out, i love you
author's note: felt like i haven’t seen a Yeosang fic for soooo long, so I decided to write one myself, hehe. enjoy baddies!
The afternoon sun streams through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. It’s a rare day off, one of those precious moments where time seems to slow down, allowing for nothing but the pure enjoyment of each other’s company. The world outside could be bustling with noise and activity, but within the confines of this room, there’s only peace. The two of them had spent most of the day just lounging around, sharing lazy kisses and whispered conversations. There had been no rush to do anything or be anywhere, and that’s what made it perfect.
Yeosang had been especially tender today, his touches lingering, his words softer than usual. It’s as if he wanted to savor every second, to make sure that every moment spent together was etched into memory. He had always been attentive, but today, it was different—there was a quiet intensity in the way he looked at his lover, as if trying to communicate something unspoken. And it wasn’t long before those tender touches turned into something more.
Heavy pants and quiet moans fill the room as arms wrap tightly around Yeosang’s shoulders, nails digging into his bare back. His groan at the sensation is muffled against a lover's skin, but it doesn’t slow him down. If anything, it spurs him on, his lips trailing lingering kisses along the curve of a neck. Each kiss is deliberate, a reminder of how much he adores the person beneath him. His plump lips are hot against skin, just like the way he holds on while rolling his hips on top.
In this moment, every sensation feels magnified. The way his body presses down, the warmth of his breath against skin, the gentle rhythm of his hips—it’s overwhelming in the best way possible. A name escapes in a whisper, “Yeosang…” Fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. The thought crosses the mind: how did they get here? The answer is clear—after an entire afternoon of making out, of exchanging heated glances and playful touches, it was only a matter of time before things escalated. The tension had been building, bubbling just beneath the surface, and when it finally broke, patience ran thin. Clothes were discarded in a flash, tossed carelessly to the floor, and after getting each other off a couple of times, this is where they ended up.
Missionary, with one lying beneath him while he sets the pace, hands exploring every inch of exposed skin. It’s a familiar position, but there’s something different about it this time. Maybe it’s the way his hands can’t seem to stop roaming, or the way his eyes hold a depth of emotion that wasn’t there before. He just can’t help himself, and there isn’t a desire for him to stop for anything in the world. Each touch, each kiss, feels like a silent declaration of love, one that doesn’t need words to be understood.
“Love you…” he mutters, his lips brushing just below the earlobe before lifting his head to take in the sight of the face beneath him. Though he often gets shy when kissed, right now there’s not a trace of embarrassment on his face. His sincerity is palpable, and the intensity in his gaze is undeniable. There’s a thought that passes through his mind, one that makes his heart swell with affection—how did he get so lucky to have someone like this? Someone who understands him, who sees him for who he truly is, and loves him anyway. The thought makes him want to hold on even tighter, to never let go.
“I love you too,” comes the whispered response, a head tilting back as his lips travel down toward the chest, leaving a trail of kisses. The words hang in the air, filling the space between them with warmth and reassurance. There’s a sense of security in knowing that the feeling is mutual, that this love is something real, something worth holding onto.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs between mapping out the area from collarbones to breasts, eliciting a shudder when he sits up to let his palms glide down a lover's body. His big hands find their way to thighs, guiding legs to wrap around his hips. The way he touches, so gentle yet firm, makes the heart swell even more. There’s a thought that lingers in the back of the mind—how does he manage to be so perfect? Every movement is precise, every touch is deliberate, and it’s clear that he knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s in no rush, taking his time to explore every inch of skin, as if trying to memorize every detail. The burning desire behind his unhurried movements is undeniable—he knows there’s all the time in the world to spend like this, so why rush? It’s a luxury to be able to take things slow, to savor each moment, and he’s not about to waste it.
"Baby," comes a soft call, prompting him to lean in for a kiss at the corner of a waiting mouth. The gesture is so tender, so full of affection, that it makes the heart ache in the best way possible. It’s a reminder that, despite the intensity of the situation, there’s still so much love here. This isn’t just about desire or need—it’s about connection, about sharing something special with someone who means the world.
"Hm?" he hums in response, warmth radiating from his body as he presses closer, arms snaking around his torso, holding him tight. The gesture draws a chuckle, and Yeosang brings a hand to a lover's face, thumb brushing gently across a cheek. "I love you," he repeats, capturing lips in a deep kiss, setting a slow, savoring pace. Every moment feels cherished, leaving one wanting even more. There’s a thought that flits through the mind—how can something feel this good? How can one person make everything else fade away, leaving only this moment, this connection, as the center of the universe? The thought is fleeting, replaced by the overwhelming sensation of being completely and utterly loved.
"I have an idea," he says, breaking the kiss to reach for hands that were clasped behind his back. There’s a moment of anticipation, of wondering what he’s planning, but before the thought can fully form, fingers are already intertwined, pinning the lover down on the bed. The action sends a thrill through the body, a shiver of excitement mixed with a deep, abiding trust. "Is that okay?" he asks softly, receiving a nod in response. There’s a thought that passes through the mind—a realization that there’s no one else in the world who could be trusted this completely, who could make them feel so safe, so cherished.
As if given the go-ahead, he begins rolling his hips again, slow and deliberate. The thrusts are so intense that it’s not long before the pleasure overwhelms, leaving the head spinning. The sensations are almost too much, too intense, but at the same time, it’s exactly what’s needed. There’s a thought that surfaces—this is what it means to be loved, to be completely and utterly consumed by someone who knows every part, every secret, and still chooses to stay. It’s a thought that makes the heart race, that sends a rush of warmth through the body.
"Y-Yeosang..." the name is mewled quietly, brows knitting together as the sensations take over. There’s no point in holding back now—everything is too intense, too overwhelming to keep it all inside.
"Louder," he urges, each thrust making it harder to hold back. "Let me hear you." The request is impossible to deny, and soon the room is filled with the sounds of pleasure, each moan met with a matching sound from him. There’s a fleeting thought—why hold back when this feels so good? Why not let go completely, give in to the sensations, and trust that everything will be okay? It’s a thought that lingers, even as the pleasure builds, rising to a crescendo.
As another climax builds, his pace quickens, signaling that he’s close too. There’s a sense of urgency now, a need to reach that peak together, to share in the ultimate expression of love and desire. "Baby... 'm gonna cum..." comes the breathless confession, met with a strained "me too." The words are barely out before everything comes crashing down, the intensity of the moment leaving them both breathless and spent. A few more swift thrusts, and both are undone, collapsing beside each other.
Silence falls as they lie flat on their backs, hands still intertwined, saying nothing. There’s no need for words—the connection between them speaks louder than anything that could be said. A thumb begins to trace circles on the back of his hand, a soothing gesture that brings a sense of calm. When heads turn, eyes meet in a gaze filled with fondness. There’s a thought that passes through the mind—a realization that this is what true love feels like. It’s not always about grand gestures or declarations; sometimes, it’s the quiet moments like this that mean the most.
"I love you," is whispered softly, bringing a shared smile. Yeosang brings the hand up to his mouth, placing a tender kiss on the knuckles before replying,
"Me too." The words are simple, but they carry the weight of everything that has been shared, everything that is yet to come. And in that moment, lying there together, there’s a sense of contentment, of knowing that this is exactly where they’re meant to be.
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My NSFW Raphael headcanon that is gnawing at my brain
(Don’t get me wrong, I love all the kinkier versions of Raphael in fics. However, there’s this headcanon I have stuck in my mind and it makes so much sense to me. I’ve talked about in another textpost of mine that Raphael usually doesn’t reveal his true nature and intentions before his clients are either so far in that there is no turning back or that he has already gotten what he wanted from them. Up until then he seems like the perfect gentleman. It is all honeyed words and seduction until he finally has you in his grasp.)
Just imagine a Raphael that courts you with those same honeyed words and sweet poems. He makes you feel special, wanted and like you are the most beautiful person in the world.
When he finally gets you into bed, he doesn’t rush anything. It doesn’t just feel like sex, it feels like lovemaking. Slow and intimate because he is nothing if not patient. He’s a gentleman with you. He takes his time, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Lavishes you with kisses, compliments and sweet words, always pulling your attention back on him and urging you to keep eye-contact. It feels like love because you want to believe it is and he knows exactly which buttons to push to make you melt.
Whenever you return his affections with a kiss or a touch, he praises you so sweetly. He coaxes you into giving in to the illusion that he knows you so desperately wants to believe in: that you really are the most special thing he has ever laid eyes upon. That he might be just as in love with you as you are with him.
When you finally do give in to the illusion, despite your better judgement, he asks you that cruel question that he always does: “Do you love me, little mouse?”. You know that there is only one correct (and honest) answer to that. You once dared to ask him if he loved you back? He simply smiled and kissed you. A kiss so passionate that you’d almost be tempted to believe that it was a “yes”.
The moment you’ve both finished, you lift your head from the pillow to kiss him again, as you had done just before. He pulls his head back with a cruel smile. You do it again, and he grips your chin and pushes you back into the bed. “Sleep well.” That’s all he says, still with that sadistic smile on his lips as he leaves the bed. The grand performance is over, and he played his part perfectly as always. He is as always feasting on your devastated mood that follows. You know that he will go back to treat you as if you are nothing to him as he always does…until the next time he feels like playing with you. It was all a lie. It always was. The worst thing was that he knew that no matter how much it hurt you each time, your foolish little heart would continue to long for that sweet lie, in the naïve hope that it would one day be the truth. Hope…such a tease.
(Idk man. It just makes SENSE to me, okay? He performs and he plays games with people, it’s what he does. I remember reading that some devils can have a selfish desire for being loved and it just checks out. Purely lust isn’t enough for him, he wants to own your heart and mind too, just because he can. He wants to build you up just to laugh at you as he tears it all down again.)
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Girls Need Love~
♡ You are well aware that your boyfriend’s a busy man, but that doesn’t change the fact that you still need him desperately.
Genre: P WITHOUT P ;)
CW: DACRYPHILIA !!! THIS ONE IS HUGEEE!! Praise kink, reader is a horny fuck, oral sex (m! and f! receiving), lotsa hickies, a little bit of body worship, if you squint a little, dry humping, Isagi kinda manhandles the reader at various points, mentions of choking (reader doesn’t get choked, but he puts his hand around her neckline), unprotected, penetrative sex. I’m pretty sure that’s everything, but please be wary cuz this is smut!
Characters: Isagi Yoichi
A/N: Ive made a playlist for Isagi ^_^! A lot of the songs on it are something you would probably find on a smut playlist tbh, but it’s not my fault if this man just radiates sex energy the same way Nagi radiates bde ;)
The city outside of your floor to ceiling windows is alive. Lights from neighboring apartment buildings, headlights of the traffic, stoplights, and whatever else the world gets up to at night contrast the quiet, gentle glow of the lamps in your apartment. You step out of the shower, letting water drip everywhere. Lately, a need for your boyfriend has been crawling through your blood, taking over all your senses. Nothing could be done about this desire though; Isagi’s always busy. You dry yourself off, trying to get the image of his hands caressing your skin out of your mind. Drying your hair, moisturizing your body, and slipping your nighttime shorts and shirt on, you leave the bathroom with the horrible need still pulling at you to relieve yourself somehow.
Grabbing, a small snack from the kitchen, you stare down at your phone, the time glares back at you mockingly. Isagi’s late, again. Honestly, there’s nothing special about today that would make his absence an inherently negative thing, if it weren’t for the burn in between your thighs.
Sighing, you switch your phone off, and head into bed. Throwing the fluffy white covers back, sleep is the last thing on your mind. For a moment, all you do is stare at the mattress, the ache only growing. Your hand slowly starts moving up your body, cupping your tits from through the thing white fabric. You can feel your nipples getting hard, as you play with them through the cotton. Finally, after massaging yourself through your shirt, you move to your shirts, pulling them down your thighs. The baby blue lacy panties that Isagi bought for you mask your pussy from the world, but are getting soaked through by the second.
Collapsing onto the bed, you grab a pillow, and placing it in between your thighs. Slowly you begin grinding yourself along the length of the pillow, trying desperately to offer yourself some type of relief. It’s a mildly successful endeavor, when sometimes you grind yourself just right, sending shockwaves of pleasure shooting through your entire body, but it’s not enough. You need Isagi desperately- you might even go crazy if you don’t have him tonight.
Moans and whimpers escape your mouth, before finally you give up and collapse back on the bed. You stare up at the ceiling, extremely dissatisfied. You’re about to try and force yourself to go to sleep, when you remember the kitchen light is still on.
Reluctantly rising to turn it off, you don’t make it out of your bedroom’s doorway before you hear the lock click and the front door swing open.
There he stands, sliding his shoes off, the answer to all your problems. Isagi’s frame is slightly crouched over as he removes his shoes, and when he glances up, his smile fades as he takes in your current state.
“Babe, what-”
Just hearing his voice is enough to break you, and tears fall down your face as your thighs begin to shake. Immediately, Isagi is beyond concerned.
“What happened, are you okay?” he asks rushing forward and trying to cup your face.
Before his hands can caress your cheek though, you grab his wrists and move them to your boobs, letting him grope you instead.
“Please…” you mewl. “I need you so badly, please Yoichi.”
Understanding replaces the worry in his eyes, and a breath later, that understanding is replaced with lust. Isagi bends down to meet your lips, before moving his hands to your hips, squeezing reassuringly.
“Don’t worry,” he mumbles before pressing his lips against yours. “I’ll take good care of you.”
He scoops you up in his arms and carries you to the bed, hungrily kissing you. It’s sloppy, it’s wet, his tongue licks your lips like they’re ice cream.
You moan into his mouth, finally feeling that satisfaction you had craved just moments ago. When he throws you down underneath him, a new rush fills your blood, and you gently cry out as he immediately covers your body with his. Isagi sucks marks into your neck, and you grip his hair with iron-strength. The tears have slowed, but when he kisses this one spot of your neck, water fills your eyes again and you all but cry out.
“Yoichi, please, just take me,” you whisper breathlessly, as he moves down to wear your shirts collar starts.
“Relax, Y/N,” he mutters, running his hands along your curves under your shirt. “Just let me take care of you.”
You grab his hair again as he massages your tits, and bring his head up to continue making out with you. As the two of you passionately kiss, you feel his sweatpants begin to rub against your underwear. The friction sought after in the pillow is finally here, and your hips greedily snap into motion, taking everything that your boyfriend is offering, and trying to get even more. The two of you’s hips move like waves, in perfect push-and-pull movements that have the wet spot of your panties growing by the second.
“Babe,” you murmur when he finally pulls away from you.
He growls savagely, before making his way back down your neck. Suddenly, he grabs your shirt and with a loud tear, your chest is exposed to the cold air. Isagi’s mouth immediately starts sucking hickies around your chest, covering your torso with pretty purple and red marks. Signing contently, you relax into the bed, letting your boyfriend continue pleasuring you to his hearts content. Isagi finally lets up with one final kiss to the rib before dropping to his knees. His hands hook underneath your thighs, and he pulls you with all his strength to the edge of his bed. His nose brushes against your clothed clit, and you yelp.
“You poor thing,” he coos. “You must’ve been so pent up for days, look at how wet you are,” he places soft kisses against your panties. “Look how pretty you look in this lingerie I bought you, I knew you’d be perfect.”
You hum at his praise, raising one of your hands to cover your eyes.
Placing one last kiss on you panties, he commands, “Lift your hips for me, love.” When you do, he hastily pulls your underwear off, grinning at the sight of your glistening cunt. “You’re so perfect baby. I’m gonna make you cum so hard so many times.”
Before you can respond, Isagi licks a line straight up your pussy. You cry out and tighten your already impossibly tight grip in his hair, pushing him closer, urging him to never stop even though he’s just begun.
In between gentle kisses and starving licks, Isagi manages to mix in praise of, “You sound so pretty love,” and, “Lemme stay here forever.” When you start to feel the rubber band in your stomach begin to reach its limit, your thighs close in around Isagi’s neck, almost cutting off his air supply.
“Yoi- oh my fucking god, yes, please!” You cry out into the night, as you release everything all of his tongue. He greedily drinks it all, like it’s water blessing dried out plants. “I love you so much,” you obscenely moan. “Please, yes, yes, ugnnnn~”
When he finally breaks free from your cunt, your fluids, drip down his chin. Grabbing the collar of his shirt, you flip him over so that he’s underneath you now. You climb over his lap, and yank his shirt off, revealing the body he spent months and years delicately crafting. Rubbing your hands over his pecks, slowly you make your way down to the tent in his sweatpants. Sliding off of him, you slide his bottoms off and let his pretty cock flop out.
Licking your lips, you grab it and slide the tip of it into your mouth. Isagi moans out a sound fit for a porno, and tosses his head back. When you slide your mouth down the rest of his length, his adam’s apple bobs. He glanced back up to see you beautifully suck him off and swears that he almost cums right then and there with how eagerly you bob your head up and down his dick.
“Oh my god, baby,” he groans, “that’s it, just like that. You’re so good for me…”
You release his dick with a pop, and dirtily like up his cock, before sucking again on just the tip. He grabs hold of your hair, twisting the locks around his hand.
“Oh fuck yes,” he groans, not daring to look away for even a second. You don’t stop until his moans, “Y/N, I’m cumming-” prompting you to take him out of your mouth, and stick out your tongue so that he can see the thin stripe paint the inside of your mouth. His hips twitch and his lets out whatever he can.
Slowly, you stand and he grabs you, pulling you next to him, kissing your shoulder and back.
“Yoichi…” you whisper hotly, turning your head to try and look at him.
“Can I fuck you?” he all but begs. “Please, let me fuck you.”
“Yes,” you sigh, scooting a bit away from him. He follows you up the bed in a trance, and watches your body underneath him. Your hair is a mess, your lips are swollen red, and some of his cum stays on them. Your chest is flushed red, and his hickies look like flowers in a garden against your skin.
“Yoichi,” you say, snapping him out of his haze, “fuck me.”
Isagi wastes absolutely no time, and immediately spreads your legs, sliding his dick into you. The two of you cry out. His hands rest against the bottom of your neck, covering your collarbone, to inches away from choking you. He smirks as he watches your slutty face contort in pleasure as he begins moving.
He doesn’t wait for you to get used to him, he starts going fast from the get-go.
“Made for me,” he slurs. It sounds more like he’s saying it to himself than you.
It doesn’t take long for you to start feeling the same tightness that you’ve been experiencing for the past how long. It doesn’t matter anymore though. Nothing matters except for this moment right now-how amazingly he’s drilling himself into you, how pretty his hair looks when the sweat beads at the tips, dripping on his face and your body. You grab his wrist with both your hands and let yourself rock back and forth as your boyfriend fucks the life out of you. The headboard begins banging against the wall and with his free hand he grabs it. The floorboard creaks with every moan you release, and soon you start sobbing again. Everything is so good, you just can’t help it! Every sense is alive as it takes in the sensations of Isagi.
“Like it that much?” Isagi jokes, leaning in closer to you.
Words don’t exist. Nothing does that can quantify just how much you like it. All you can do is take your hands off his wrists, cover your face, and nod vigorously. Isagi chuckles hotly and moves his hand to the bed, fisting the bedsheets getting stained with sweat.
“My pretty crybaby,” he sighs, feeling another orgasm forming in his lower stomach. “Cmon baby, I’m almost there.”
“Me too,” you mumble, shaking. You take your hands off your face and wrap your arms around his neck.
Nails dig into his shoulder blades as he says, “Cum with me my baby.”
As if on cue, you cum, and not even two seconds later, he releases inside of you too. He pants and you whimper, feeling so incredibly full. He starts to pull out, but you cry in protest and wrap your legs around his hips.
“Stay,” you sniffle.
Isagi’s heart does a funny thing. It doesn’t break, but it aches in an odd way that feels like it’s breaking. He knows that because of his job, he’s practically never around home, and he wishes he could be. He knows it must drive you crazy being cooped up all alone at home, and there would never be enough words to express how sorry he is because of that.
His smile is kind and warm, and he slowly lowers himself on top of you. “Of course, my love. However long you want.”
If you got the reference I made in this, ILY ToT.
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one to seven | jjk
you're finally ready to get intimate with your boyfriend one day... but it quickly turns into seven...
pairing: jk x chubby reader (f)
words: ~6.3k
tags and description: fluff but suggestive 18+ (read note) / established relationship but it’s early on in the relationship / i hope this is clear in the fic but it’s divided into seven days and the first bit before ‘one’ takes place during the seventh day, then it goes back to one (the first day) and leads up to that beginning (seven) / probably could be considered slice of life but yn does go through some sort of change/arc since yn is insecure.... at first / one-shot / obviously inspired by seven by jungkook / as requested by this anon! tysm for requesting!!
note on the rating and label: i labelled this suggestive, but it’s really all about sex (since it’s inspired by seven) and yn’s relationship with sex, especially in relation to jungkook / with that all said, i wouldn’t consider this smut because even though it’s all about sex, it doesn’t really go into them actually doing it and describing sex in graphic detail. that is what i stopped writing. this fic has more of the build up and the ‘after’ - the time surrounding the actual sex. i think this is as ‘nsfw’ as i’m willing to go. it alludes to many different aspects of sex though (yn is having fun).
author’s note: these past few days, i’ve been quite down. jungkook made me smile more than people i know and needed in real life, so i’m always thankful to him, but i’m also very thankful to the community on here and the anon who requested. writing this kept my mind busy on nights that were otherwise heartbreaking and tiresome for me - if i didn't spend those nights writing this, i probably would have cried myself to sleep. so really, thank you. i'm so happy to have this community and the other requests in my inbox to work on and give me joy in the meantime. i needed this, and the fact that i hit a follower milestone on here (1k yay!) while writing this makes it all the more meaningful. thank you guys. i hope you guys enjoy reading this, please let me know what you think <3 💕🌻
The sunlight streaming in beneath the curtains wakes you, interrupting the pitch-black darkness of Jungkook’s bedroom… But your boyfriend’s arm, suddenly wrapping around your naked torso calms your aching body.
Just a week ago, you’d been too shy to be so intimate with your boyfriend. Sure, you’d been together for months, but that’s how long it took for you to finally get comfortable enough - and Jungkook, the angel that he was, waited. Instead of making love, he spent all his time proving his love, kissing you as you liked, praising you, making sure you were always comfortable and always knew what you deserved… as well as how deeply he felt for you. He never rushed, never complained - only pleaded to be kissed and touched in the ways you were comfortable with, never more.
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one
It was a regular Monday when everything changed. No sudden, irresistible ‘turn-on’. No sudden urge of sexual desire that overwhelmed your senses. Not even a sexy picture from Jungkook - those he loved to send just because it made him happy to do so (and to receive compliments from you).
But rather, it was a settling feeling of happiness and contentment that did it. A magical ‘you know when you know moment” that shook your entire world and made itself apparent… when he sent you an adorable selfie of himself in a frog hat at work with the caption "prince charming". As expected, he was still wearing said hat when greeted you at his front door with a wide smile and wide arms, and you pull the hat off of him when you tip-toe to kiss him.
This was home.
A hearty meal (that Jungkook prepared himself) later, you stop the movie you’re watching and move to touch your boyfriend’s cheek. “I kinda really wanna make out with you, Koo.” He wastes no time and your lips are interlocked in seconds. You place Jungkook’s hesitant hand above your waist, guiding his fingers to the hooks of your bra, but he moves it swiftly to tug at your neckline and kiss you on your shoulder, where you’d just begun allowing him to kiss.
“I hope I’m loving you right, baby,” he whispers onto your skin, pecking it once more.
The words broke your heart. Of course, he was loving you ‘right’. His efforts did not go unappreciated or unseen, especially after years of heartbreak and boys who saw you as nothing but 'beautiful on the inside,' fetishes, momentary and secretive pleasures, or simply not a girl worth sticking around for. Jungkook, on the other hand, was almost hard to tame. He praised you constantly, but never just your appearance and never just in private. Early on, it seemed that neither of you was into PDA, but soon enough Jungkook was mindlessly touching, kissing, and holding you in public - and you found out that you actually loved it. You loved him.
“You’re loving me right, Jeon Jungkook,” you whisper back into his hair to reassure him, and you feel him smile against you.
“You deserve the world. You’re my world,” he says, breaking away to look at you and cup your cheeks, only for you to pull him closer once more, and he yelps when you return his hand where you’d wanted it. “Cheeky!”
“Jungkook, I’m ready. I'm ready to...,” you announce in a blurt, placing your hand on his chest.
“What? Hun, if this is about what I said, I didn’t mean-“ he panics.
“I knew I was ready before you’d even opened up your beautiful mouth, Koo. I saw the frog hat, and I just knew."
“Do you have a ‘thing for frogs’? Is that what did it? You’re teasing me, aren’t you?” he giggles. “Very funny. Let’s just kiss-"
“I want this, Jungkook. I want you. I’m scared… but I want you.”
Immediately, his eyebrows furrow, and he’s staring at your lips attentively. “What are you scared of, my angel?”
You’re unable to look at your boyfriend anymore, hanging your head low. “I'm afraid that you won’t like my body. I wouldn't have taken this decision if I didn't know for certain that you found me beautiful but... I'm still scared. Because what if you change your mind? I waited until I knew I wanted to be with you fucking forever, and… if you change your mind about me -”
Jungkook pokes his cheek with his tongue - and it’s so attractive but so damn nerve-wracking that you’re unable to complete your thought, the deep-rooted fear inside your head, and your voice trails off.
He breaks away, cupping your cheeks. “Look at me,” he says. When you muster up the courage to do so, he is already staring into your eyes. “I could never change my mind about you. What did I say, hmm? You’re my fucking world, and I already want that forever too.” He plants a soft kiss on the edge of your lips before continuing. “I know saying 'don't be scared' might not calm your nerves, but I mean it if that's what you're afraid of. I've felt your body, love. I've seen you a million different times and I think you're gorgeous every single time. I never said this to you before because I never wanted to pressure you, and I want to, you know, love you right, which is respectfully and the way you deserve, but baby… I’ve wanted to see... kiss your body for ages. Do you know how many times I’ve dreamt about this? About seeing you? About making love with you? I want you - in every single way possible.”
"You've been so patient, and I know it must've been hard... I'm sorry, Koo," you mumble, tears forming at your waterline as you take a deep breath.
“Don’t be, my angel,” he whispers, pulling you in for a hug and kissing your forehead. “I want you even if sex was entirely off the table because I want you.
When you first told me about everything, it's clear you went through a ton of shit you didn't deserve. It makes me so furious but I’m glad you know what you deserve. Someone who listens to you, who makes you feel comfortable and safe, and loves you. I’m trying to be that guy because you’re the girl worth waiting for, baby. The girl worth a thousand, million universes rather than this world alone…. and I love you more than anything.”
He kisses you, deeply and truly, more passionately than he’d ever done - and you know you meant your words as well.
“I love you more than you can imagine, and I said what I said too… I- I want..you, Jungkook. I’m ready,” you say, leaning in with your breath ghosting his lips.
“Are you su-“
“I’m sure, Koo…. I’m wearing lingerie under these clothes,” you whisper with a giggle that he echos.
“Oh, my love….” Jungkook says fondly, inching closer towards you to kiss you once, then staring into your eyes as he pulls you into a hug and moves a hand to rest where you’d wanted it before holding your hand with the other, kissing your knuckles as he led you into the bedroom. But he quickly lets go. In a flash, Jungkook hurriedly dashes around his room, muttering to himself while lighting every candle he owns. “I need to make this romantic - my girl deserves ultimate romance! If I’d have known I would’ve gone all out, I would’ve… I don’t know what I would’ve done other than jack myself off beforehand at the thought of it finally happening, but - fuck, Jungkook, what are you saying? No, it’s good you didn’t tell me beforehand. God, you’re so hot for being spontaneous.”
Jungkook ends his panicked monologue entirely relaxed and only an inch away from you, his demeanor transformed, and your endeared giggles stop at the scene of it all becoming very real.
“Stop me whenever you want me to,” he whispers, caressing your face.
You nod with a smile as you sit back on his bed, taking a deep breath when Jungkook hovers over you and helps lift your dress over your head, leaving you in the new silky lingerie set you’d bought.
It was hard to ignore the excitement on Jungkook's face, of which he made no effort to hide. “My beautiful girl,” he says, taking in the sight of you before finally looking at your face once again and pressing his lips against yours, undoubtedly feeling the rush of your heartbeat with your chest against his and his fingers at your neck.
“Let me ease your mind,” he whispers, letting his hands wander to your hips, gripping them as he lowers himself until he is face to face with your waist. He was steady in his pace, still not rushing while he kissed your waist and up and down your torso with careful touches…. despite the fact that he soon tore your new lingerie into pieces.
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two
Jungkook wakes up beside you the same way he’d made love to you both times the previous night: slowly and gently. Vanilla, just like the scent you inhale on the arm he wraps around you, but passionate and caring in a way that proved your feelings about him, and his towards you. Just what you needed.
The love and care he showed you that morning, from the sudden morning fuck session to the following hours twisted in bedsheets grazing each other's skin, and the soothing, soapy shower you took together, were among the most blissful moments in your entire life. Refreshed and giddy, you meet Jungkook in his kitchen in just your bra and one of his oversized tees - the most naked or revealing you'd been in front of him, save for the night before and the morning you'd spent together…. There probably was no need to cover up anymore, you happily thought… until he seemed to notice your stretch marks.
“Next time, we’re keeping the lights on. How’d I not notice these last night? Or in the shower?” he asks curiously, pausing while plating your meal just to see the lines at your hips.
“You were probably too mesmerized by my beautiful eyes,” you joke, ruffling his hair as he bent down to inspect your marks.
“Way more than just your eyes, baby,” he giggled. “Do you have them anywhere else? I think I see some on your thighs.”
“Yeah and on my stomach too. They’re all over,” you say, showing him, before finally dropping the question on the tip of your tongue. “Are they… a turn-off?”
“A turn-off? Not in the slightest. Why would they be?” he questions curiously.
“People don’t usually like em,” you say, grabbing Jungkook’s arm. “My skin isn’t ‘picture perfect.”
“It’d be boring if it is. Mine isn’t. Look at the arm you’re holding, babe. I added tattoos so my skin wouldn’t be picture-perfect, baby. Except your markings are entirely your own, and hey, the way they look like roots? It’s almost poetic, isn’t it? Wow.”
You kiss his lips immediately, tasting the berries he’d whipped up into your smoothies - but the breakfast was quickly forgotten. Jungkook places you onto the kitchen counter instead, tracing and kissing every mark on your body so lovingly with the daylight shining onto you…. and you’d discovered that Jungkook ate everything with passion and furrowed brows.
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three
Though you’d been spending days with Jungkook already, Wednesday was the day you had a planned date - one that was actually outside, after the back-to-back days spent intertwined all around his apartment.
A knock was at your door just as you were putting on the final touches to your outfit - a dainty set of gold jewelry - and you were still fiddling with the earring when you answered.
Jungkook showed up at your place to pick you up, dressed in a grey, collared shirt with a striped tank top underneath - adorable enough to drive you crazy - but more importantly, he’d shown up with a heartwarming bouquet of sunflowers in one hand and a picnic basket in the other - but he drops both at the sight of you.
“Oh baby,” are the first words Jungkook says, rushing in to pull you into a kiss. “Can we forget about the picnic? This… this is my fantasy.” His finger skim over the cotton fabric at your hips, scrunching up the fabric over your thighs.
“It’s forgotten,” you reply, letting his hand wander. “Tell me all your fantasies, Kook.”
“You, my dream girl. You’re my fantasy….. and fucking said dream girl - you - in a sundress… oof. This was… This always was….”
A laugh escapes you and a feeling of comfort floods your senses, seeing marvel on Jungkook’s face as he studied the floral dress that lay on your body. Neither of you bothered to move about the apartment for a while, kissing, touching, and more then and there behind the front door, until Jungkook pulled his hand from within your underwear to tug the dress off your body, revealing your sheer slip underneath.
“No fucking way,” he sighs, placing his hand behind you, fingers digging into your plush thighs and swiftly lifting you in his hands. With Jungkook still kissing your clavicle and ignoring your fearful, pleased shrieks, you have no choice but to comply, wrapping your legs around him and edging closer to his body, giggling as Jungkook rushes to the couch.
“Ride me? Ride me in this, pretty?” he pleads, kissing your neck once more before already leaning back.
“I’m scared, my love. What if I crush you?” you say, skimming his abs.
“Oh, wait - there’s another fantasy,” he proclaims with a smirk. “I’ll be fine. If you’ve crushed exes in the past, I’m actually jealous. though they probably weren’t strong enough.”
“No one ever wanted me on top, JK… but I guess you're strong enough since no one ever carried me like that before.”
“Fucking weak ass idiots. I don’t want to think about that now. I want you on top of me… in this pretty little dress that lets me see… everything,” he gasps, cupping your breast over the fabric before quickly adding, ”…if you’re okay with it.”
“Tell me if I hurt you,” you say as you help undress him.
“You could never.”
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You could never forget the whimpers and the laughs you’d heard from Jungkook that evening, both when you’d asked him the same question. “Am I doing okay?” in the heat of the moment, was met with an ineligible whimper you’d heard for the very first time from Jungkook, who could only respond as such for minutes.
“Fuck, yes, you— you’re doing so good, baby,” he let out, continuously praising you afterwards, even until you asked the question again.
“Was that okay?” you ask him breathlessly when it was all over. He burst into a laugh, and if he hadn’t held onto your body so tightly, you’d have thought he was laughing at you.
“Okay? OKAY?! Honey…,” he starts, placing soft kisses on your skin as he talks. “Let me explain…This angle was… the way I could see you... your body...… and what you were doing to me. Oh, what did you do to me?! The way you wrapped around me, the way you rode… It was just right. And the fact that it’s your first time in that position? Then you pinned me down and I lost myself, I really did. You’re not a mortal human. You’re a witch. Some sex witch. That’s what you are - and you took my soul pleasuring me like that. No… no human woman could ever ride that way… that well. I’ve never felt that good… ever.”
Finally reassured, you wrap your arm around his tattooed one. “My spell worked! I’m glad you felt so good, baby.”
Jungkook sits upright, holding your hand. “Wait, did you feel okay? How was it for you?”
At that, you grab one of your nearby pillows to cover half your face, your shyness returning merely to answer his question honestly. “Jungkook… I know you’re big, but I’ve never felt you that deep before.”
“And? Does it hurt?” he asks with wide, concerned eyes that briefly trail down your sweaty body and how the fabric clung onto it even more.
“A bit,” you admit, throwing the pillow aside. “But it was… very good and very fun once I got over the scare and saw that you seemed to be enjoying yourself, playing with my tummy and tits and all, lifting me up a little too….” You trace his arms, hesitantly finishing the rest of your thought. “And then your hands stayed at my hips and ass. Albeit I missed the beginning, but god, was it heavenly - with your moans and the way you looked so helpless, in awe... pleased... because of me…. I kinda liked seeing you under me then, I liked having that….,” you pause, holding Jungkook’s face in your hands. “To have that control over you. To see you moan like that because of me. It was fun, baby. I wanna ride you again.”
“Yeah?” he asks, laughing again, and even harder when you nod eagerly.
“Oh, baby… You’re in for way more fun than you ever imagined.”
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four
Jungkook reluctantly left your apartment the next day and kept his promise to return by bedtime. But when he shows up at your door at midnight, entirely devoid of color, you’re concerned.
“I know I look like shit, and I do feel like shit, but I’m okay,” he says instantly, quickly explaining that because he’d been spending his days and nights with you, he’d barely had time to go to the gym, so he’d crammed in an intense session before the planned picnic the day before and spent hours boxing after leaving you that next morning.
“Couldn’t you have told them you’re doing enough cardio with me?” you joke, poking his arm, but Jungkook winces through his smile and grazes where you’d touched him - this was the most he’d do to admit that he was so sore.
You wrap your arms around your boyfriend to envelope him in a tight hug, and he does the same, squeezing your soft body and letting out a moan as he does so. “This feels so good. So cozy.”
“Then it’s just cuddles for you today, baby,” you say, rubbing his back and tapping his ass gently. “I’ll go change out of all this lingerie I’m wearing underneath.”
“No, no, no,” Jungkook pouts, shaking his head, nudged in the crook of your neck, as he begins to tug at the hem of your shirt. “My body is still strong, I promise. You proved that you’re not a mere mortal - I’m the same! I won’t let my physical human-appearing body stop me - wait, don’t learn this lesson from me, by the way. You have to tell me whenever you’re in pain, okay?”
“Okay,” you groan.
“Are you still in pain, actually? From all the riding?” Jungkook says teasingly, wiggling his eyebrows, with his hand softly resting on your stomach.
"Yeah, a little - especially this morning. But it’s like my body craves you so much that it basically got over it by nightfall… that doesn’t mean you’re not sore, though, Koo.”
“Please, baby,” he protests, kissing you. “I want you. It’ll help me forget the pain…. Do you really have lingerie under there?”
You allow Jungkook to pull up your top to see your breasts, held just right in pink lace.
“Fucking hell,” he says, rushing to take your top off when you let it drop over your body. “Please tell me you’re down to fuck.”
“Jungkook!” you yelp, pushing your boyfriend’s ticklish fingers aside until you’re able to hold his hands. “You’re in pain, and you’ve been making me feel better all week, baby… Let me do the same for you, hmm? Please?”
Jungkook cocks his brow as a reflex but doesn’t move. He lets you caress his face and kiss him deeply before leading him into the bedroom. He doesn’t say anything beyond quiet gasps of amazement when you begin undressing, down to your lingerie, nor does he say anything when you take off his clothes for him and push him onto the bed...until you let your hand skim down his torso...
“I can fuck, I promise,” Jungkook says in a panic. “Fuck… Are you su…?”
Looking up, you see anticipation in his eyes, his gaze flickering between himself and your salivated lips. You’ve never done this to him before. Surely, he’d been wanting it, and still, he never rushed you… It’s best you hurry up to it.
“Shut up, Jungkook,” you say. “Let me swallow your damn pride.”
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five
It was no lie you’d blushed often after your first night together - merely days ago - and though you’d had each other a number of times since, Jungkook kissed every inch of your face every time it flushed in the slightest. It was only natural for you to do the same to him when he spent the entire morning after your fourth night together flustered.
“You told me not to be shy, and now you’re going all red?” you giggle, kissing your boyfriend’s red ear.
“I can’t help it,” he says, touching where you’d kissed him. “My girlfriend is a fucking sex witch… Wh-where did you learn to do that?”
“The noises you made were a pretty good indication of how you like it,“ you say, letting your hand trail down his chest.
“…God you sound so fucking cocky right now, and it’s turning me on even more”, he groans, his hand resting over yours but letting you lead the way rather than guiding it himself.
“So…. you liked it, huh? Me taking control a little?”
“A little? Hun….” he trails off, so you kiss his forehead. “Can you….” He fiddles with his fingers and his face flushes again, so you kiss his lips. “Aish....” he giggles, trapping your arms to finish his sentence in peace. “Baby, can you…. Can you boss me around again tonight?”
“You want me to dominate you?” you ask, taken aback.
A wide smirk appears on Jungkook’s face.
+
Such a request proved to be a night for your classic black lace lingerie set, with matching robe and dark lipstick… but Jungkook smiles too innocently when you enter the dimly lit bedroom, looking as such.
“I can’t be all bossy if you look at me like that, Koo.”
“I can’t change my round face and round eyes, baby… but then again, I thought you couldn’t switch up your ‘sweet, innocent girl’ persona until yesterday,” he smiles.
You roll your eyes. “Keep saying more things like that. That’ll make it easier to dominate you. I’m not so innocent, you know?”
“Oh, I know. I was there last night.”
“I have no idea how to go about this,” you admit, shoulders dropping in front of your boyfriend. “Tell me what to do.”
“No - you tell me what to do. Boss me around a little. No ‘please’. No pet names for now. Just commands. Tell me exactly what you want. What you want me to touch. What you want me to do What you want me to say. I'll help, and the instructions will help me please you just the way you like it in the future.”
“And if you get uncomfortable?”
“We have the safe word.”
A final kiss and nod of reassurance give you all you need to go on.
Trying it out, you manhandle your incredibly strong boyfriend until his arm wraps around your waist, his left hand resting just where you wanted it at your hip, while you guide the other hand to your heat. Already, you’re electrified by the control and decide to prolong this for as much as possible…. Might as well have some fun...
“First things first….” You say, backing away to lie on the bed and gently pushing Jungkook off when he follows, so he still stands in front of you, waiting. “Strip. To that song from your Calvin Klein ad.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
+
Jungkook was a smartass. He clearly didn’t mind being bossed around for a little - the ‘clear instructions’ did help him, and he seemed to be enjoying every minute of it, as he’d claimed - but when you’d tapped out from it all at dawn, there was not only amusement behind the smile on his face, but pride as well.
“That’s my girl,” he said, kissing your hand when you were both ready to pass out. “Oh, I worship you.”
The little brat knew the effect it’d have on you, and you didn’t wait until the next morning to call him out on it.
“Did you want me to take control because you thought it’d make me more confident?” you ask while Jungkook cleans you up, and he smiles at your question.
“If you feel that way, it’s all you, baby,” Jungkook says, kissing your body. “Is that how you feel?”
“I feel… powerful,” you admit.
A moan promptly escapes Jungkook at your words, and his kisses grow hungrier, finally meeting your lips and letting out another noise when you tug at his lips. Jungkook only breaks away to look into your eyes and sigh in adoration before kissing you once more.
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six
The night made you feel like a whole new woman. And you were ready for more, too, feeling the urge to grab Jungkook the moment you wake up…. but you soon realize you had his bed to yourself. Seeing the messy sheets and his hairbrush tossed onto the mattress, you briefly recall being nudged awake at noon and him muttering some words about a sudden work meeting. A Post-It note tacked onto the bedside table backed up the fact with a short message in Jungkook’s handwriting.
“Baby - Got called into the company. I’ll be there til 7 at least. Text me when you’re awake. I love you.”
Washing up didn’t do anything to wash away the urge to have Jungkook once more - if anything, it only prolonged your steaming shower. Wrapped up in a robe with nothing to do in your boyfriend’s apartment on a quiet Saturday, you get an idea.
Risque pictures were never something you’ve done before, and an hour passes by the time you’re comfortable with the ones you’ve taken. Looking through your camera roll, you weave through and delete awkward photos until you were left with a variety of shots that left you surprised by how hot you’d looked, whether you were entirely bare or with the lingerie you’d worn the night prior.
Though it’d been the afternoon and a long while since you’d woken up, you send the photos to Jungkook.
you🌻 [5:01pm]: “good morning baby :)” (5 attachments)
A text arrives a minute later.
jk💕💫 [5:06pm]: “Oh fuck.”
jk💕 💫[5:09pm]: “what have i done”
jk💕💫 [5:09pm]: “what have YOU done”
you🌻 [5:13pm]: “well besides take the photos, i took a very, very long, very hot shower… since you’re not here. hope you’re having fun at work xx”
No texts arrive while you lounge around the apartment in one of Jungkook’s T-shirts, reveling in the image of him being hot and bothered for you during some meeting … but close to an hour later, you hear the familiar beeps of the keypad at Jungkook’s front door.
Your boyfriend storms through the door with furrowed brows and a stern look, his jacket thrown aside and his shirt already off of him and discarded by the door. Somehow, he manages to squiggle out of his trousers on his way to you, and he’s naked save for his boxers by the time he gets to you on the couch - which all took mere seconds.
“Jungkook!” you squeal with joy when he lunges at you, biting your neck and quickly taking off the t-shirt you were wearing. His bites resume at your clavicle and above your chest, which he aggressively holds in his hands, tutting at the fact that you hadn’t worn any underwear or a bra underneath it. But his fingers move to the small of your back, forcefully pushing your hips upwards and towards him while he wedges his leg between your thighs.
“Brat,” he whispers. “Missed me, huh?”
“You’re one to talk. What happened to staying til 7?” you quickly ask.
“Fuck that,” he says, continuing to kiss you, but soon you’re unable to let go of a nagging worry.
“Baby,” you stop him, placing your hands on his bare shoulders. “I don’t want the boys to hate me. I don’t want to be the reason you’re missing work.”
“You’re saying this now? After you sent me the sluttiest photos I’ve ever seen in my life? While knowing I was at work? And right before the fucking we were going to do because of said photos?” Jungkook asks with raised brows, but you feel his shoulders slouch, and he squeezes between his eyebrows before his hands stroke your arms.
“Baby, it’s fine. I guess I have something to say about it, too. Taehyung hyung…… fuck… he accidentally saw the photos. I was so distracted and obviously aroused by your nudes that I just stared into my phone for a damn while. He was sitting right beside me and peeked. Since I gave him an earful for not looking away until I caught him, he’s apologizing by covering for me. I’m sorry he ever saw it, baby. And for what it’s worth, they all told me they love you already - apparently, I’ve never been so giddy. They can’t wait to meet you, honey….So even though it’s unfortunate that he saw it… at least we get to fuck, mm?”
Smiling, you hold Jungkook’s hands in yours and kiss him quickly. “So… Taehyung didn’t look away, huh?”
Jungkook’s jaw drops, and for the first time in your relationship, he looks genuinely irritated. “And why do you care?”
“I like knowing I’m sexy, boo,” you say, leaning back on your hands. Jungkook seemed to be just as you expected and hoped him to be - the jealous type. “Aren’t you proud to have such a hot girlfriend? One the guys are so jealous of?”
Jungkook’s eyes turn feral, and suddenly, he lunges at you with the same hunger he’d met you with earlier. His lovebites on your neck and shoulders are sure to leave very visible marks, and you couldn’t be happier.
Suddenly, he whips his head up, his nose brushing yours, while his fingers wrap around your neck, grazing over where his mouth had been.
“Listen to me, brat,” he says, obviously resisting the smirk that appears on his face when he catches your knowing, anticipating glare. “I think I let you have too much fun, hmm?”
You nod, slowly, and his fingers tighten around your neck while his other hand finds your chin.
“Don’t you ever forget: I’m yours.”
+
The both of you try to catch your breath, and Jungkook realizes that tears are streaming down your face before you do. His behavior stops at once.
“Baby? Baby, what happened? Did it hurt? Was I too much? I’m sorry,” he says with a croak in his voice, kissing your wet cheeks.
Your angel - though minutes ago, it seemed as though Jungkook had transformed into your own personal sex demon, torturing you with endless, repetitive, fiery bouts of pleasure. It felt too good - why were you crying?
“Jungkook, no,” you let out, catching your breath. “No, it was… electric. Can you cry from feeling too good?”
He lets out a sigh of relief as he wraps his arm around your sweaty waist. “I’ve read once that it can happen to some people, yeah. I’m just glad to know you’re okay.”
“Angry sex hits different I guess,” you say. peeking at Jungkook through your periphery. His eyes seem to be wet too.
“I still haven’t forgotten what you said, you know?” he says, bringing his leg up to wrap around your thighs in a cuddle. “Are you really happy that Tae saw your photos? You want him to think you’re hot? Do you think he's hot?”
“I don’t care at all, my love,” you say, softly scratching Jungkook’s scalp and seeking his gaze. “I just had an urge. To fuck or be fucked angrily - but the thing is, you never get angry. I figured jealousy might do the trick, but… it was childish, and I didn’t mean what I said in the slightest - so I’m sorry.” Jungkook remains silent, tracing the marks on your stomach in thought, so you go on.
“You fuck me passionately enough, Koo - too passionately, even - if that’s what you’re wondering. I guess what I said is only half the truth. I knew it might work because I get jealous over you, too, you know? I get angry. Sure, it’s rare nowadays since you’re always there for me and make my world happier and calmer…. but I guess I buried my anger and jealousy, how pent up I can sometimes get seeing other girls - models, idols, staff, fans… everyone - they ogle you and visibly want you for themselves… and I won some cosmic lottery because you’re you and you’re mine! Naturally, I get worried. Jealous.”
He takes a deep breath, and you quickly whisper an afterthought. “I hoped you felt the same way about me. That I’m yours.”
Jungkook sits up, grazing your hair now, before placing a soft kiss on your forehead…. and flicking it right afterward. “My beautiful idiot - and I will only call you an idiot this one time because you’re acting like one! Did you miss the part where I gave Taehyung an earful? I know he respects me, and he respects you, but I still got jealous that he even saw it. I rushed here, so hot and bothered and ready to fuck because of the photos but also because of that anger. I wanted to fuck my beautiful girl. You know how you say you love it when I wrap my arm around you in public - I do that all the time since you said it, but do you know the first time I did it was because a guy wouldn’t stop staring at you? It’s happened far too many times.”
“I was probably too happy to have your arm around me to notice,” you whisper.
“Maybe, baby. Exactly, actually. Baby, you need to look at me when you see those girls you mentioned because if you do, you’ll see what they see: someone so ridiculously in love already. I never took notice because ever since I met you… every other girl ceased to exist in my eyes. The only one I see is my beautiful smartass witch who has taken over my brain and magically transfigured herself into my whole world.” You chuckle, but he goes on. “My love, I can’t tell you not to get jealous. God knows I can’t stop myself, either. But if there’s one thing in the world you shouldn’t worry about, it’s me thinking of anyone else.”
“Neither should you, Koo,” you say, holding onto him.
“I’m yours… and you’re mine.”
“I’m yours, and you’re mine,” you repeat, tears streaming down your face once more.
And once again, Jungkook kisses your tears away before kissing you more deeply, and you discover make-up sex to be more passionate than angry sex.
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seven
The sunlight streaming in beneath the curtains wakes you, interrupting the pitch-black darkness of Jungkook’s bedroom… your boyfriend's arm wraps around you, pulling you tightly against his body in his sleep. You remain that way, happily pressed against him and breathing to the magically rhythmic beat of Jungkook’s snoring and mumbling. A feeling of sleepiness returns as you close your eyes with your mind drifting away in your feelings of contentment… so much so that you don’t notice that his snoring has stopped.
“I think I met you in another life,” he whispers.
Sharply exhaling at the most romantic words you’d heard your entire life, you face Jungkook, brushing away the hair on his face, and to your shock, he opens his eyes widely.
“Oh, baby. I didn’t realize you were up,” he mumbles, with his face flushing.
“I think so too,” you say back, instantly kissing your boyfriend and suddenly bear-hugging him underneath the covers. Ready to fall asleep once again, you rest your head on Jungkook’s shoulder while he moans, happy as ever to lay underneath the weight of you…. but you soon pull away to confirm your suspicion. He is excited.
“Oh, Jungkook, baby…. With the week we’ve had…. I’m exhausted,” you admit while still clinging onto him tighter.
“It’s not a week yet, baby,” he moans, his hand finding the small of your back. “I’ll take it slow.”
“You’re lucky it’s Sunday, and that we have the whole day to ourselves, you little sex demon,” you say, grazing up his chest until your fingers find his nape and you’re able to pull him in for a sleepy, sloppy kiss and mindless touches.
“Let’s sleep in.”
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THE MILLERS 💖 - HALLOWEEN EDITION🎃
No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader
(This can be read as a Halloween 🎃 stand alone, or as a continuation of THE MILLERS 💖, that was also inspired by this post here)
Summary: Joel takes his son trick or treating on Halloween and you three spend a beautiful family moment together
Warnings: fluff, sweetness, Joel being the best dad in the world, sexual tension, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of breeding kink, allusions to smut
A/N: besties, I could go without boy dad!Joel, he's the perfect husband and dad to take our kid trick or treating, am I right? Enjoy it ❤️
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The moment Joel woke up that Halloween morning, Sammy was already all around him, so excited and wanting to play, but not only that, he couldn't wait until the evening came and it was time for his daddy to take him trick or treating. Joel on the other hand, had so many things to do at work, but he had already told Tommy and the other guys he would leave early, because there was no way he was going to run late for such special occasion with his life, as not showing up at all due to work wasn't even a possibility to begin with.
You finished the scrambled eggs and served your husband a plate, Sammy played trucks on the living room carpet, he was never hungry in the morning, but he still ate a grape or two when you insisted on him too, but overall, all he wanted was to play and spend time with his daddy. Your heart was always swollen with pride to see how much your son loved his daddy and how similar they were. Joel was usually a tough man, but he was always so gentle and soft around his family, you knew you couldn't have chosen a better man to build a life with.
Your husband sipped his coffee as he let out a satisfied moan at the taste of your breakfast and gently placed his big hand on yours, caressing it gently as he looked into your eyes
"Is everything set for tonight? What about his costume?"
"If by everything set you mean your son talking about it non-stop for the past week, then yeah, everything's set" you tilted your head and stared at him, Joel was such a handsome man, his features were both gorgeous and attractive and if you really could choose, you would like to drag him back to your room and and sit on his lap, kissing Joel for as long as you wanted and make sweet love to him. It was funny how it always alternated between the two of you; sometimes you wanted it hard and fast, you wanted him to be rough and sometimes all you wanted was to move your bodies in sync as you stared into each other's eyes.
"I was hoping we could spend some alone time after trick or treating, you know…" you bit your lips and he picked the clue immediately, his hand left yours and went down the table, stroking your thigh very gently at first, even if his rough calloused hand didn't need much more than a ghostly touch to get you all worked up.
"Am I neglecting you, baby girl?" He raised his eyebrow and made you blush softly, at the same time you shook your head, Joel Miller would never neglect his woman and her needs, but he had been busy for the past few days, and with a small toddler at home, it was pretty much a miracle when the two of you were actually full of energy enough to fool around a little bit. His hand now squeezed your thigh, running it up and down and appreciating the effect he had on you; Joel Miller was an addiction to you, no matter if you'd been married for a few years and if you had a baby together, he was still the one you craved and desired the most in your life.
However, as life with toddlers wasn't easy at all, the moment you were ready to spice up a little bit, perhaps kissing his neck and nibbling his weak spot or casually resting your hand over his crotch, but tiny steps interrupted any flirting that was going on as your son's beautiful face lit up in a smile
"Daddy! Morning!!!" He cheered excitedly and rushed to his papa Joel, climbing his lap and getting comfortable. He eyed his dad's plate and tiny fingers stole some of his scrambled eggs and you chuckled, it wasn't about breakfast, it was about his dad's breakfast. Sammy loved his daddy with all his little heart and cherished every single minute he could spend with him, to which Joel also appreciated and did his best to make sure it happened very often.
Your husband chuckled and placed both hands on Sammy's tummy, holding him tight against his body and resting his chin on his head. His brown curls smelled so good, as you were always so careful with hygiene and you made sure to bathe your son every day. Sammy's hands rested over his dad's. The contrast between his tiny ones and his dad's big ones also made your heart clench. Your life was so good and a part of you feared it was just too good to be true. As Joel questioned Sammy about his costume, your son told him all about it. He was excited to go as an octopus, which surprised the both of you, you knew Sammy had taken an interest in sea animals after his uncle Tommy had let him watch 'Meg' in a very irresponsible move, your son seemed to be fascinated by such animals, so you assumed his chosen costume would be a shark, however, not long after he watched the movie, Sarah came home one weekend and made sure to take him to visit the aquarium and after that, your son seemed obsessed with sea animals. Apparently, octopuses were his favorite at the moment, judging by how frequently he drew them all over his sheets of paper. The fact that Sarah, Joel and uncle Tommy all bought him all sorts of illustrated magazines and books about sea animals, made him even happier. So when he told you about the costume, you had to drive around a little to find a good one, but when you did, your son was in love with what he was seeing. He was just so excited and happy, he wanted to wear it every single day and if you hadn't told him he should make his costume a surprise for his daddy Joel, you were sure he would've thrown a tantrum over not wearing the outfit every single day, but instead, he kept it a secret - and by secret he actually told his daddy every single detail of it - which very often made you and Joel laugh together.
When your husband announced he was going to work, your son sighed disappointed and Joel felt as if something pierced through his heart. He really needed to take a vacation some time soon, he couldn't handle seeing how upset his baby boy was each time he had to leave and also how much you missed him on a daily basis.
"Stay daddy, please…" he said with puppy eyes and you took his tiny hand
"Daddy has to work my angel, you know he would stay if he could, right? But he will be back soon and we will go trick or treating tonight, remember the pumpkins we carved? We'll light them up and they'll look so nice…" you told him and played with his curls, so he nodded obediently as Joel painfully had to put him down and walk to his truck.
You knew Joel would spend a lot more with you both if he could, but since it wasn't possible, you invited your son to run some errands with you in order to distract him until it was time to trick or treat.
•••
Your son was running happily through the backyard as he loved playing with the plushie tentacles of his costume. He was so excited to be finally dressed up for Halloween and the fact the street was slowly getting more and more illuminated by the all the pumpkins and decorations his little heart was racing like crazy out of excitement and expectation, but nothing, even compared to the moment he saw his daddy's truck parking in the driveway. He squealed the word 'daddy' at the top of his little lungs and rushed as fast as his legs allowed him to, the butterflies in his tummy being so much he even slipped and fell, unharmed, simply getting up on his own and jumping on Joel the moment his daddy opened his arms to welcome him in a tight embrace. Joel chuckled and wrapped his arms tightly around his boy, his sweet Sammy could look like him, physically, but he was all his mommy, his intelligence, his wit and that tooth rotting sweetness he could have only inherited from you.
"You look amazing, buddy!? You scared me for a while! I thought an octopus had invaded our garden" he tickled his son's tummy who giggled hysterically and wrapped his arms around his daddy's neck
"You're silly daddy" he giggled and smiled big once you walked to them, you hadn't properly dressed up, but you did throw a nice black outfit, some boots, a darker makeup and a witch hat
"You're so pretty mommy!" Sammy cheered and clapped his little hands and you pretended not to see your husband eying you up and down. You kissed your son's forehead and nodded
"Are you boys ready to go? Uncle Tommy says he'll stay in and hand candies to the kids…" you frowned as you tilted your head "Sammy… we have a problem, we can't go trick or treating without daddy putting on a costume" you winked at Joel who shot an annoyed look at you, but the moment his son agreed and began blabbering about how important it was that he got dressed, you chuckled and handed him a hockey mask.
"There you go, you already got the shirt and now the mask, now we can scare some little kids"
"More like scare dickheads who dare staring at your ass, darling" he leaned towards you and whispered into your ear, giving your neck a quick peck while Sammy ran to the front porch to grab his pumpkin-shaped basket of candy.
It wasn't the first time you three went trick or treating together, but the year before Sammy was still too little to understand it fully and enjoy everything that was happening, unlike that special evening you spent walking around the neighborhood with your family, it felt special, the kind of special you snapped a picture or two to keep it as a memory but not more than that, so you wouldn't be glued to your phone the entire time. Joel took your hand as Sammy walked a couple of meters ahead of you, his basket was full of candy and he cheered each time he found someone looking interesting or even scary, as he wasn't afraid at all.
Joel looked at you with soft eyes, removing his stupid mask
"You look gorgeous tonight, you know that?" He pulled you by the waist and smirked "once our little one falls asleep it's time for us to enjoy our Halloween and you're so damn teasing with this witch bitch costume I might just get you pregnant again"
"What?!" You widened your eyes at his words and couldn't help but let out a nervous laughter "another baby?"
Joel shrugged and kissed your lips
"Imagine a year from now, Sammy will be trick or treating with his baby sister, would you like that?" You take a deep breath, taking a look at him as you lick your lips
"Well… I don't know… would you like that?" You asked him, after hearing Joel call himself old over and over, complain about how he doesn't have energy to catch up with Sammy and how his back hurt, you assumed having a second baby was off the table. However, seeing his hopeful eyes, the way he looked at his and the way he looked at all the other kids, you could tell maybe he actually meant that.
"Do you think I'd joke about that? If I didn't want it, I wouldn't have mentioned it but if you don't want then it's fine, I mean, you're still young an-"
You interrupted him with a kiss, of course you wanted if he wanted, having a family with Joel Miller was the best decision you'd ever taken, there was no way you could pass that up.
"Mommy, daddy!" Sammy called the two of you, he was dragging his basket since it got so full he couldn't lift it up, you chuckled helping him with the candy as Joel lifted him up. You knew your son well enough to see he was already tired, no matter how hard he tried to fight sleep, rubbing his eyes was the only thing he could do as he rested against his dad's chest. Still falling asleep in Joel's arms, you both got home, Tommy was just finishing with the candy leftovers and widened his eyes the moment he saw Sammy's
"Really? Stealing candy from a two-year-old?" Joel raised his eyebrow annoyed at his brother, but you tugged his sleeve, showing him it was time to put Sammy in bed. He helped you take the costume off and it was alright if your son skipped showering for one night, he didn't even wait for dinner, but it was alright, because the next day he would eat a delicious big breakfast you made him and your husband.
As you and Joel went downstairs, he pulled you by the waist, sitting on the couch and taking you with him.
"Have you talked to Sarah?" You ask nuzzling his neck as you know how much he missed his daughter
"We video chatted during my lunchtime… she is very pretty and she was going to a party" he said with a hint of sadness in his voice, it was painful for him to see his little girl growing up so much, so you nodded and snuggled him. You placed your hand on his stomach, gently scratching down his belly as you pecked his cheek and then went for Joel's lips
"So your desire for a new baby was just because Sarah has grown up too fast or you actually wanna do it?" You asked him gently, his arm pulling you even closer as he shrugged
"I don't know… I want it but I'm also scared… it's a lot of trouble, it's a lot of money and Sammy is still so small, he needs us so much. But at the same time it's about having another little version of you, running around, playing and melting my old heart, I can't decide"
"You don't have to decide anything right now, Joel, but we could get started, couldn't we?" You whispered against his ear, to which he kissed you.
Joel wasn't very sure if he wanted another baby or not, but he was so happy to have you and Sammy in his life. He loved his little family with all his heart and there was nothing he could ask for other than live a world of happiness with the two of you.
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This is actually an idea I've had a long time - that the reader is Eddie's girlfriend - they haven't been together very long but head over heels in love with each other. But then, at the events during s03 she gets dragged into the mess (maybe she works at the mall or even at Scoops Ahoy with Steve and Robin) and since she feels like she can't lie to Eddie to his face every day she breaks up with him, even though she still loves him. And then, that thing with Chrissy happens and she comes with the gang to Rick's place and Eddie is totally shocked she's there with them (maybe he thought she dumped him because she liked Steve better), and after he tells them about Chrissy and he founds out what happened he's like "wait ... this is why you broke up with me?" and they have a sweet and smutty reunion after the others leave.
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I hope this is what you were looking for. I did not write a full smut scene, but the build-up is there
Never proofread ( I can admit that I feel like this is a letdown on my part compared to how amazing this idea is, so apologies in advance.)
Thank you for requesting <3
Y/N lived a normal teenage life, she worked at an ice cream shop over the summer with her best friends and believed she met the love of her life.
She spent her summer days scooping up ice cream alongside Robin and Steve. And ended her nights in Eddie's arms. She was happy, she was having fun, and she was in love.
She met Eddie on the first day of summer, he came into the ice cream shop, and his smile and charm won her over instantly. It was a summer filled with love, desire, and tension. They got so caught up and fell so fast. But everyone could see the love between them, and no one ever thought they would see the day the couple had to be apart.
But then the world got flipped upside down. She got dragged into monster hunts with her best friends. Fighting for her life every day, and lying to the man she loved the most. She hated that she had to run out on so many dates with Eddie. Leave him alone in bed and race to the upside down. She had a secret life and it killed her that she had to lie to Eddie's face over and over.
"Please let me tell him! I can't keep lying to him when he wonders why I keep ditching him." Y/N pleaded.
Steve's heart broke for the girl, but he knew it would be too dangerous to tell Eddie the truth.
"I'm sorry but it's too dangerous. Do you want his life in danger?" Nancy asked, watching as Y/N's tears ran down her face even faster.
"Never, I want to keep him safe but I can't keep breaking his heart." Y/N whimpered, she could feel the makeup stinging her eyes.
The group knew Y/N didn't have a choice when she broke up with Eddie. She did it to keep him safe.
Steve held her all night when she sobbed in his arms. The freshness of breaking Eddie's heart took everything out of her body. She was empty and drained.
Nancy kept a close eye on her at all times. It was clear in Y/N's eyes she was barely living, just surviving.
Dustin's heart broke for the both of them. He knew breaking up with Eddie was something Y/N never wanted to do. And it killed Dustin to see Eddie's wet and puffy eyes when he answered the door. The drunk words fell off of Eddie's tongue. He wondered why she left, why she was distant, why he wasn't enough, and where they went wrong
Dustin tried to help Eddie the best he could, but it killed him to not tell Eddie the truth. He wanted to tell Eddie that she did love him, but it was out of her control.
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Even months after the breakup, neither one was getting better.
They missed each other. He was hurt that he never got answers, and she hated that she never got to tell him the truth. She broke his heart and never got to apologize.
She never thought she would see the day he got yanked into the mess.
She felt the anxiety rush over her when she saw his name on the news. Chrissy was dead and he was on the run, but she knew Eddie would never harm someone. Dustin backed up her worries, convincing the gang Eddie was innocent and something wasn't right.
That's how she found herself holding back tears when she saw Eddie's body jump out of the boat, throwing himself at Steve, a scared look in his eyes.
"It's just us, you know me, Robin remember? I worked with Y/N" Robin tried to explain. Eddie's eyes ran her over, trying to click the connection to the girl.
"Eddie" Y/N whispered
His head turned around to her, and his grip on Steve went weak as his eyes stayed on her. Steve took the chance to move away from Eddie.
"Y/N? What are you doing here?" Eddie was shocked, he never thought he would see her again. It was like she broke his heart and ran away.
"Let's talk, yeah?" She offered
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"You have to believe me." Eddie pleaded, his eyes staring right at her. He could never live with himself if Y/N believed he was a killer.
"I believe you, this is something I kind of know a lot about." She joked, even though nothing in the situation was funny.
"You know? What?" Eddie asked
He was convinced that no one would believe him. He believed that no one would ever see him the same again. He knew he sounded crazy.
"The upside down, and everything that connects to it." She explained everything she knew and the start of it all. Now was her chance to tell Eddie everything she wanted to tell him when she had to break up with him.
He listened to every word. His heart was breaking that she was going through so much and he never knew.
"Is that why you broke up with me?" It was killing him that he never truly knew why.
"She had to. She truly did not want to break up with you, but we couldn't risk telling you." Steve admitted he felt guilty that he was part of the reason they had to break up.
"I love you, and it killed me to leave you," Y/N confessed, moving herself to kneel right in front of Eddie. Cupping his handsome face in her hands.
The gang slowly walked out of the house, leaving the two alone to have their moment.
"All I wanted was to find out what I did wrong so I could fix myself for you," Eddie said, his voice cracking as he took in the feeling of her soft hands.
"You never did anything wrong. You are perfect. I wanted to come back to you the second we got everything figured out but then Chrissy happened and I don't think this will ever go away." Her hands stayed on his face as her voice shook.
"Now we can deal with it together. I appreciate you wanting to keep me safe. But we can keep each other safe. I cannot lose you again" Eddie whispered, moving his hands to wrap around her body. Closing his eyes as he melted into her touch.
"you...you weren't like with her, right?" Y/N felt like it was so inappropriate to ask. Chrissy was dead and all she could think about what if Eddie was dating her or not. She was a horrible person, but she had to know.
"No, I was selling her drugs. I never wanted to move on from you." He opened his eyes as he spoke.
"neither did I," She said, a smile stretching across her face as she leaned closer.
Eddie has been dying to kiss her since she left, he didn't care to wait another second.
He leaned in, smashing his lips on hers. Not hiding how desperate he was to be tasting her again. His hands ran up her back, sending shivers down her spine. Her hands moved down to his neck, traveling to dig her hands in his hair. Letting themselves lose each other as they hungrily kissed and grip onto each other.
Needing air, Eddie pulled away. His eyes were dark with desire as he took in her red lips and hooded eyes.
"Show me you missed me?" She practically begged. The desperation was in her voice as she moved her hands down to his jacket, pushing it off of his shoulders and down his arms.
Eddie didn't bother to say anything. Shaking off the jacket as he stood up. She followed his lead, standing up. He grabbed her hand, smiling as he led her to the bedroom.
She let go of his hand to take off her shirt, and Eddie was fast to take over. Slowly stripping her down until she was bare in front of him. He took a second to take him in. She was always so gorgeous. She felt shy under his stare, moving her arms to cover her chest but Eddie stopped her.
"Please don't hide" He whispered, his lips attached to the soft skin on her neck. She moaned into him once she felt his familiar touch. Every memory came back to her. All the nights she spent gasping his name when he was deep inside of her, she missed this.
And it was clear he missed her too.
"I love you"
"I love you too"
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Coincidences w/ Ted Lasso
Imagine: A series of seemingly random coincidences lead you to meet a dashingly handsome football coach.
Contains: ted pining hardcore, small age-gap, fem!reader who is a singer, mentions of roy x keeley
Warnings: none
The first coincidence was Rebecca deciding she needed to work on her delegation skills, leading her to give Keeley the job of finding a performer of some sort for the annual AFC Richmond charity gala. The young woman preened at the task, and coincidentally knew exactly who she had to have.
You hadn't seen Keeley in nearly a year by that point. As a semi-popular American singer heading your very own world tour, you had little free time. But the two of you had kept in contact, calling and texting all the time. You met her a few years back on a shoot for a magazine spread on you and your music, by pure coincidence. She was the sweetest thing and you two became fast friends, despite you being a few years older than her. You had a lot in common and were very similar people.
Which was why, when she reached out with her proposal, you didn't hesitate to agree. In all honestly, you admitted to her, you'd been looking for a reason to relocate to England for a while now. Queue coincidence. It was your favorite place you'd ever been- and you'd been around a lot. You were also tired of life on the road. You were getting older, entering your late 30's, and you'd gained a strong desire to settle in one place and work more on writing/producing.
Keely was over the moon with the news, and jumped right into planning. Though the gala was still months away she did not hesitate to help you find a nice flat in the Richmond suburbs, as well as help with all of the other troublesome tasks that came with moving across the pond.
And just like that, your event of coincidences finally lined up.
-
It didn't come as a surprise that when you stepped off your plane and into the London airport, Keely was standing there with a big WELCOME sign.
Upon spotting her you immediately rushed over to give her a big hug. "It's so good to see you!"
"You as well,” she gushed. "Listen, I know you just got in and are probably exhausted, but the team is absolutely gasping to meet you."
"As long as I'm fed first, I'm in."
"Deal."
-
A few hours later Keely was parking the car at the AFC Richmond field house/office building. She had indeed fed you and let you change out of your comfy travel clothes. You were now in jeans and a nice top, as the two of you planned to go out after meeting everyone.
"I don't know why I'm nervous," you said with a little chuckle as you followed your friend in. "I think I just want all your friends to like me."
"Oh babes, do not even worry about that. They're going to love you. And you and Rebecca will get on like a house fire, I'm sure of it."
Ultimately you trusted Keeley, so you shoved down your nerves as you followed her down the hall and towards your destination. She knocked on a door labeled locker room, and only entered after someone called out the all clear.
"Hi everyone," she chirped. "This is one of my dear old friends.” She's just moved to Richmond and is going to be performing at the charity gala for us!"
You waved at everyone, smiling kindly. "Hi y'all, it's nice to finally meet the people Keeley never shuts up about."
"Oi!"
A rumble of chuckles echoed through the room of people.
Kee, once she finished glaring at you, introduced the team and then the coaches, Lasso, Beard, and Kent. Roy, who you'd actually met once before, gave you a friendly nod while Beard saluted you. Then Lasso....Lasso just stared.
He couldn't help it.
It wasn't as if Ted had never seen a pretty woman before. Heck, Rebecca was stunning and he worked with her nearly everyday. But you.....you were something else entirely. You were make-his-knees-go weak, heart-stopping, drop-dead gorgeous. He had to remind himself, with a gulp, who you were. You were a semi-famous star, who would never in a million years go for little ole him. Not to mention he was nearly 7 years your senior.
That didn't stop him from appreciating the jeans you were wearing, which did nothing to hide the curves and swell of your hips and behind, and the top that showed-ehem-a generous amount of cleavage. He gulped again. He was so fucked.
"Pleased to meet you, ma'am." He finally managed to spit out, tipping his ball cap. "Welcome to Richmond. Is that a bit of a midwestern drawl I hear?”
You smiled sweetly, ignoring Keely's gaze as it burned into the side of your head. "It is, Ohio born and bred. And thank you, Coach."
"Oh Ted's just fine."
"Alright, Ted."
Holy mother of god his name sounded angelic coming from your lips, Ted thought.
Holy mother of god Keeley hadn't mentioned how hot the head coach was, you thought.
"We were just planning on going out to get some drinks if you lot want to join? Surely you must be done with practice by now?" Keeley looked to the coaches.
"I don't know, we still had a couple more formations to work on," Roy said with a frown, causing the team to groan.
"Oh come on, the sun's proper setting and the days nearly over. It'll be fun," Keely begged, giving Roy her very best puppy dog eyes.
"Come ooon," you joined in, batting your eyelashes at Coach Lasso. "I need someone to teach me darts.....and the tab'll be on me."
The boys perked up, knowing that was an offer their coaches couldn't turn down.
"Well that's mighty kind of you, though i'd sooner shave off my own mustache before I let you pay for all the drinks. But I do suppose I could pass along my darts expertise."
The team cheered, high fiving and hooping. You and Keeley joined in, exchanging excited grins.
"We'll meet you lovely ladies there, sound good?"
"Sounds like a plan, stan."
Roy snorted. "God, you sound just like him."
You flushed as Lasso shot you a beaming smile, before grabbing Keely's arm. "Come on, let's go."
She obliged, blowing Roy a kiss before steering you out of the lockerroom and back outside.
"Soooooo" she trailed off as you two climbed back into the car and headed for the bar.
"Go on, out with it."
"When were you going to tell me you had a thing for football coaches?'
"I didn't realize I had a thing for football coaches until I saw that fine man. Please tell me he's single? Otherwise I'm going to have to seriously re-evaluate my morals and stance on home wrecking."
"As single as single can be."
"Perfect."
-
You laid on the charm later that night as you hung out with the team and their coaches. True to his word, Ted taught you darts and refused to let you pay for a single drink of his. He may not have relented, but you did insist everyone else put their drinks on your tab.
When he asked why, you just shrugged and told him you had more money than you knew what to do with, so you liked to spend it on other people. You didn't say it to brag or to make him feel bad, it was just the truth. It was matter of fact.
And fuck did Ted think that was hot.
The two of you chatted about anything and everything, from your time growing up to stumbling through adulthood. You had a great time, and everyone was incredibly kind and welcoming.
Unfortunately after that night the team got busy and you threw yourself into preparing for the gala. Kee had been right, of course. You and Rebecca got along incredibly well, and when she noticed you had an eye for details she invited you to be included in the planning on the finer details of the nights entertainment. The lights, the band, the set-up, all meticulously planned. You saw the coaches and members of the team in passing, never having more than a few minutes to chat. But that didn't deter Ted, who took every opportunity to talk to you and ask about the move and the writing and if you needed help with anything.
The quick chats were nice, but all of the ongoing work meant you didn't have the opportunity to really hang out with the team or coaches again until the night of the gala itself.
-
Keeley and Rebecca had taken you dress shopping beforehand and helped you pick out an exquisite gown.
It was the perfect shade of dark blue, covered in sequins that caught the light and shone like stars in the midnight sky. The strap-less bodice and floor-length skirts left you feeling elegant and beautiful, and with matching jeweled gloves you felt like a symphony.
With your hair up, makeup on, and carefully tied into your dress; you were ready.
You arrived to the venue after most of the crowds, through a back entrance. The idea was that no one would lay eyes on you until your performance, then after which you would be free to roam and enjoy the rest of the evening. Rebecca and Keeley were in a group chat on your phone, swapping updates, and you shot them a quick message to let them know you'd. A few moments later the two found you backstage, each in their own stunning gown.
"Holy fuck," Keeley screeched the moment she set her eyes on you. "I knew you were going to look good but you look unreal, babe. Ted is going to want to rip that dress right off of you when he sees it."
“Keeley!"
Rebecca just laughed, used to Keeley's antics. "She's right though, you do look magnificent."
"Oh listen to you two, have you looked in any mirrors tonight? You both look hot."
"Enough about us. How are you feeling about the performance?"
"Honestly I thought I was going to feel nervous, but I'm just excited and antsy to get it done with so I can come hang out with you guys."
"Oh I'm sure. Ted's already cornered me once, asking where you were and when you would be coming," Keeley said, giggling like a school girl. "I told him you'd save him a dance."
"Keeley, what am I going to do with you?"
"After tonight I have a feeling you're going to thank me."
You were spared from any more of your friends teasing when one of the backstage managers came up to the three of you, letting you know you were to be on stage in 10.
"Well, that's my cue." Rebecca straightened up her dress. "I'm on to give a little speech and introduce you ." She gave you and Keeley kisses on the cheeks before leaving, promising she'd find you both afterwards.
"I'm gonna’ find my seat now too, I wanna be able to watch Ted the entire time you're on stage."
Despite everything racing through your head, you laughed. "Oh I love you Kee."
"I love you too babe. Good luck, I know you're gonna kill it aye?" She gave you a final thumbs up before hurrying off, leaving you alone.
You were quickly ushered to the stage wing, where you could watch as Rebecca thanked everyone for the attendance and donations. Perhaps at some point earlier in your career you would have felt nervous before a gig like this. But being on a stage and singing felt like home to you now, it was like second nature. You knew you were good and you were proud of that.
"Now I have the absolute joy of welcoming our guest of honor tonight. Not only did she agree to come and perform for us, but she also surprised us with a generous donation to jump start one of our new community programs. I'll let her tell you a bit about it herself, so please join me in welcoming her to the stage!"
Applause erupted as you were given the green light and you stepped out onto the stage. You didn't flinch when the lights hit you, nor when the eyes of everyone in the room landed on you. You smiled brightly, accepting the microphone from Rebecca. As you stared out into the crowd you quickly found Keely and the team, all sat at a table together. They waved and cheered and gave you thumbs ups.
"Thank you very much for that introduction Rebecca. I promise I won't take up too much of your time, I just wanted to give my sincere appreciation to Rebecca and Keeley, Ted and his team, and everyone else here for making me feel so welcome. Richmond has become my home, and I am so blessed to be surrounded by so many new friends. I am also incredibly excited to be helping launch a new school program, in partnership with AFC Richmond, to provide under-funded schools with equipment and support to help kids participate in sports and other extra curricular activities, including performing arts."
The crowd erupted once again, loud whistles coming from one table in particular. You flushed under the extra attention, pausing before you spoke again. "I'm sure Rebecca and the others will be coming forward with lots of details about all of that soon, but in the meantime I think I should get to what I know best."
Rebecca winked at you, taking a final bow before exiting the side of the stage. You set the mic in the stand already positioned at the front of the stage as the lights changed and the curtains raised on the band who'd been set up and waiting behind it. As the beginning notes of a song started, you closed your eyes and let yourself get lost in the music.
You sang your heart out, to some of your post popular hits and a few of the ones that meant the most to you. You shamelessly stared and smiled at your friends as you sang, giving Ted a wink as he watched, his mouth agape. You floated across that stage in your gown like you were amongst the stars and god with Ted looking at you like that, you could have sworn you were.
You finished the final note of your final song and stared, breathlessly, out at the crowd as the applause began suddenly and all of once. Your friends were on their feet, screaming so loud their throats would surely hurt the next morning. And there was Ted, eyes crinkled from smiling so hard, looking at you as if you were the only people in the entire room.
The applause continued, even as you took a bow and exited the stage. Your chest was still heaving, lungs trying to play catch up. You gratefully accepted a cup of water from some assistant, taking gulps of the cool liquid to soothe your throat.
"Sir I greatly respect you for doing your job, but I'm afraid I must insist that I speak with her."
You set down your water, turning to find the source of commotion. When you found it, you nearly choked on your own spit. Ted was standing nose to nose with a security guard, trying to get into the backstage area that was roped off.
"Now I don't like to raise my voice, but I'm about to get madder than a hornet's nest if you don't let me-"
"Ted!" You called out.
He looked up, meeting your eyes, and his posture immediately relaxed.
"It’s okay, he can come back."
The security guard nodded, unclipping the rope.
Ted slid past him, tipping his head. "Thank you kind sir, I hope you can forgive any threat I may had said in the heat of the moment. I-"
"Ted," you called again in warning, hoping he would just stop before the guard actually kicked him out.
"And I'm walking away." He finally got the hint, turning away from the guard with pink cheeks and walking towards you. You met him halfway, one hand holding onto your skirts so you didn't trip.
"I'm sorry about that sweetheart, I just had to see you and I wasn't about to let one guard-"
You grabbed ahold of the front of Ted's suit and pulled him in, capturing his lips with yours. He froze in surprise for a moment before relaxing into you. His mustache tickled in the best way, stubble gently scratching your skin. One hand came up to cradle your cheek, the other wrapping around your waist to pull you against him. Your hands moved up through his hair, scratching his scalp gently with your nails.
You pulled away at the last possible second, lungs screaming for air, though Ted's arm around you didn't let you get far. You stared at one another, chests heaving in sync, noses just a hair apart.
"Are you sure?" He said softly. "I'm not one of those young, athletic boys who would be lucky to have you."
You could see the uncertainty in his eyes, the desire fighting with the hesitation.
You reached up, fingertips gently dancing over his cheek as you stared unabashedly into his eyes. "Ted, you are the sweetest and most genuine man I have ever met. You are so fucking handsome, and every time you look at me with those kind eyes it feels like fireworks are going off inside my chest. And I mean, have you seen your ass in those uniform khakis?"
That succeeded in making him laugh, and the worry in his eyes eased.
"I don't care what anyone else thinks, and I have never been more sure. I want you. If you'll have me."
Then he was kissing you again, this time taking the lead, wrapping both arms around your waist so he could lift you off your feet and spin your around. You smiled into his lips, unable to keep from laughing as he pulled back just far enough to look into your eyes again.
"I'll have you for the rest of my life if you let me, darlin’. I've been waiting so damn long for you."
"And I you."
He couldn't help it, looking down at you he leaned in to peck you quickly-then again-then again, leaving you breathless every time.
"Come on sweetheart, I think we've got some team bets to settle."
You laughed again, cheeks sore from smiling as Ted settled an arm around your waist and led you back out towards the gala. "No way, tell me the team didn't bet on whether we would get together."
"Oh no....they bet on when we would get together."
"Your team is full of cheeky little shits."
"Yeah, well they're about to become our cheeky little shits."
He paused at the edge of the room, looking out to where the team was impatiently waiting for his return and then back to you.
"Ready?"
You knew what Ted was doing, giving you one last opportunity to change your mind or go running for the hills. But you did neither. A series of coincidences may have brought you two together, but you knew know it was meant to happen this way. So you grabbed one of Ted’s hands, kissing his knuckles before interlocking your fingers with his.
"Ready."
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