#I’m going crazy let me out of here NOW!!!!!!!

[blushsturns]

Hiii could you do a Chris version of the fic where reader does the trend of not saying ily back and he starts crying after she leaves?

title: love you back

word count: 1717

matt’s version is here!

Your boyfriend Chris was lying next to you on the bed, his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled up against your chest. You wrapped your arms around him to pull him even impossibly closer, your head resting comfortably on his chest. You took in a deep breath to take in his intoxicating scent, a satisfied hum leaving your lips. You loved laying here with him, cuddling him, and being close to him at all times. It was nice that Chris was also clingy with you, so the relationship wasn’t one sided.

“Do you have to go film a car video with your brothers, baby? Do they really need you there?” You whined out, your bottom lip jutting out into a small pout.

He looked down at you, his ocean blue eyes filled with sadness, his fingers moving up and down your lower back in a slow, comforting motion. “I know, baby. I wish I could skip out on this one. Luckily, it’s just a car video and nothing too crazy. You gonna be good when I’m gone?”

He flashed you a small smirk after he spoke, wiggling his eyebrows at you playfully. His hand moved underneath your shirt from behind to begin running his fingers against your bare skin causing a soft shudder to run down your spine at the sensation. “You know I will. I’m buried in homework, literally.”

The homework that you have been neglecting has been piled up next to you on the bed. At this point, you both were probably laying on the papers, but you didn’t care at this very moment. You wanted to spend as much time with Chris as possible.

Just when you thought you had more time together, Chris’ phone rang with Nick’s name displayed on the screen. Chris groaned in frustration, pulling away from you to immediately answer it. “Hello?” Pause. “Yes?” Another pause. He looks at you, mouthing Nick’s name as if you didn’t already see his name pop up on the screen. “Okay, be there in 10. Bye.” Chris sighed hard as he set his phone down next to him, pulling his legs around to sit on the edge of the bed, his hands moving into his hair. “I’m sorry I gotta leave, ma.”

You immediately shake your head and move your body over to sit next to him on the edge of the bed, placing your hand onto his thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze. “It’s okay, baby. I’ll be here when you get here back. Give us, and me, some good content, okay?”

Chris looked at you with a widening grin on his face, a soft chuckle emitting from his lips. “That I can do.” He leaned in to press a soft kiss to your lips. “Okay, baby, I’m gonna go before they cut off my head, or my dick. Maybe both. I’ll pick up some takeout on the way home.”

“My man.” You say simply, and proudly as you lean forward to press a soft kiss to his cheek, your lips lingering there for a moment before pulling away. “Now go before they really cut off your head and your dick. You need those, and honestly, so do I.” You flash him a small smirk before allowing a soft giggle to emit from your lips.

Chris lets out a soft chuckle and nods his head, getting up from the bed and grabs his phone, slipping it into his pocket. He leans down to place his index finger underneath your chin to tilt your head up, your eyes locking together in a brief moment before he presses his lips back against yours sweetly. You kiss him back softly, smiling against his lips before allowing him to pull away and he walked over to the doorway before turning to look back at you. “Alright, ma. I’ll be back before you know it. I love you.”

After you hear him say I love you, you debate if you should pull the little prank on him that you saw earlier when you took a break from your homework. It was a video of the girlfriend not saying I love you back to the boyfriend and he genuinely got so confused about it. It wasn’t like you to not say it back, and you already knew Chris would notice it right away, but he’s messed with you before, why not get him back?

“Have a good time filming, baby!” Was all you said back, flashing him a small, innocent smile as you stared up at him.

Your eyes stayed locked onto his face the entire time as you noticed his facial expression changed. He went from smiling, to suddenly he was confused. His eyebrow arched up in a confused motion, looking down at you. “Ma, I said I love you. Did you hear me?”

You nodded your head at his words, biting gently onto your bottom lip as you looked at him. You felt bad, but you wanted to play along with the little joke to see what would happen. Chris was always full of jokes and even pulled some pranks on you and always fell from them, but you never really pulled anything on him before. You get most of your material from TikTok and you doubt that Chris has seen anyone do this to their significant other before. “I said have a good time filming.” Was all you replied back with.

He immediately walked back over to the bed and sat down next to you on the bed. He grabbed your hand in his, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. His face filled with worry, concern, sadness. It made your heart ache immediately seeing him like this and you knew you couldn’t play around much longer if he was going to be this upset about it. You never wanted to upset him, ever. “Baby, what’s wrong? I said I love you and you didn’t say it back, did I do something wrong?”

“No!” You immediately said, shaking your head and squeezing his hands back. “You didn’t do anything wrong at all.”

“I feel like I did. It’s not like you to not say I love you back, especially not when one of us are leaving to go somewhere.” Sadness filled his voice, his thumb running across the back of your palm, which usually relaxes you, but you felt the guilt inside of you eating you alive as you tried to keep up with the silly little prank.

“You didn’t do anything wrong at all, baby. I promise.” You squeezed his hand tightly, scooting closer to him as you kept your eyes solely focused on him.

“But you didn’t..say.. do you love me?” He looked at you with tears welling up in his eyes and that’s when you knew you couldn’t play around anymore. You didn’t like to see Chris upset. It wasn’t often when he showed his emotions like this, but he wasn’t afraid to show them which meant that he was genuine and true about his emotions and didn’t care who saw him cry, even if it made him feel vulnerable.

You nod your head immediately, your heart aching as you notice a tear had fallen down Chris’ cheek. You used your free hand to lean over to wipe it away, feeling like you were on the brink of tears yourself. “Baby, I was kidding. Of course I love you. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you sad.” You squeezed his hand tightly, playing with the ring on his finger. “So, I saw a video of a couple not saying I love you back to the other and thought it would be silly to do to you. I didn’t mean to upset you. It was supposed to be funny.”

Chris looked at you the entire time as you spoke, his eyebrow furrowed up in a confused manner, pressing his lips together in a firm line before opening his mouth up to speak, “Is this you getting me back from the silly little pranks I pulled on you like when I told you that the store didn’t have your favorite lipstick when in reality I forgot the name of it and didn’t wanna ask you without looking suspicious?”

You rolled your eyes as he reminded you of the story from part of your Christmas gift last year. Typical Chris to not just ask you, or someone else and instead just not get it because he didn’t want to get the wrong thing. He meant well, and made up for it, but still. “I guess it is.” You shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly, a soft giggle leaving your lips.

His body seemed to relax, the tension in the room had faded and his cheeks were slightly blotchy from crying, but his blue eyes were bright and full of warmth and happiness, rather than the sadness that had filed them minutes prior. “What am I gonna do with you, hm?” He smirked at you as he licked over his lips, pulling his free hand over to grip your chin with his fingers with a bit of force, causing a soft gasp to emit from your lips. “You gonna make it up to me, my little jokester?”

You loved when he was a little rough with you, especially when you knew the reasons behind it. “And just how would I do that that, baby?”

He grinned at your question, keeping his grip on your chin so your eyes can lock together in an intense gaze, his voice teasing, filling with need and desire. “When I get home, you’re all mine. No homework, no videos, no distractions. You’re mine and you’re going to make it up to me. The only thing I want to hear come out of that pretty mouth tonight is how much you love me, and how I make you feel. Understood?”

You nodded your head slowly, a soft whimper leaving your lips at the tone of his voice and the feeling of his grip against your chin. His hot and heavy breath lingered against your lips; your heart was beating rapidly in your chest from the anticipation between the two of you. Your core felt hot from the excitement filling throughout your veins.

“Understood, baby.”

Tonight couldn’t get here fast enough.

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[rhyrhy]

Full Throttle

“I hope I was worth your time”

꒰ Warnings:꒱ Sexual content, Name-calling & language , oral in a bar bathroom (so classy, I know), Reader is bitchy, Mentioned height difference, Vi has a tongue piercing, Pet names. Angsty-ish.

꒰ A/n: ꒱ HAPPY 400!! (Someone grab the confetti!) Rockstar!Vi oneshot since she won the poll. Aka: a run-in with a face you don’t recognize… until the next morning. Around 5k words

“There she is,” the familiar warm tone said the moment you stepped into the building. she sat, gold eyeshadow reflecting over her eyelids as they opened a bit more to take you in. Growing up together, and still stuck like glue, Mel waved you over to her booth.

The fresh scent of espresso and warm pastries wafted through the air of the café as your shoes clicked across the floor. You couldn’t help but think how much more comfortable these were than last night’s.

“Here I am,” you confirmed, leaning down to hug her side before sitting across from her. “God, I’m starving. Can I?” You reached for the croissant on her small plate.

She pushed it toward you, laughing. “Besides the hair, you look suspiciously well-rested for somebody who said they had a ‘crazy night’ and promised details.” She mused, tapping her finger on the table.

You leaned back on the red-cushioned booth. “Oh, trust me. It was crazy.” You nodded, still chewing, covering your mouth as you spoke. Not missing the anticipation in her tone.

Outside the large windows, the city continued to spring to life. The occasional beep of a yellow taxi horn and incessant chatter seemed to fade into the background as you began to describe your night, with the occasional interruption from Mel trying to get way too many details. You jokingly told her you’d record it for her next time, and she seemed way too intrigued by the idea. But her burst of laughter after reassured you she was joking as always, insisting that you needed to loosen up.

Then, suddenly, you noticed her brown eyes flicker to something past your shoulder. It didn’t catch your attention at first; she was always nosy and hyper-aware of her surroundings. But when her eyes narrowed and her head tilted slowly back to you, your eyebrow raised, and you nodded for her to speak, stopping your previous conversation.

“Now, this might be a longshot,” she squinted slightly, lips pressing together in thought. “But what color did you say her hair was again?”

“Black with, like, highlights. Why?” You blinked. “And who are—” You tilted your head in curiosity, following her gaze to the decorative wall behind you.

A tour poster was plastered across the bulletin board near the café entrance, glossy and bold, listing cities and dates beneath an unmistakable face. Messy undercut. Sharp jawline. A cocky expression even in still laminated print.

Vi. Your hometown was listed for the 22nd to the 26th. Today was the last day. “Holy shit.” You let out a breathy laugh, half in disbelief, half in realization.

Mel’s eyes widened as she studied your reaction. No way. That’s not—”

“Yeah…” You exhaled, shaking your head as a ridiculous, almost nervous laugh bubbled out. “That is her.”

“Details. Now. Right. Now,” Mel demanded, her eyes gleaming as she set her tea down with a clink. Hands clasped.

You rolled your eyes, but the smirk on your lips gave you away. “Oh, settle down.”

“Don’t tell me to settle down, tell me what happened!” She shook her head and leaned forward.

“Okay , okay!” You sighed, as you drummed your fingers against the table. “Well, You had just called me about being late when…”

── ── ☆ That night, ☆ ── ──

The moonlight cast shadows behind you, cool air drifting over your arms as the clacking of your heels echoed down the sidewalk. As the clock ticked and the moon rose, you realized you were definitely going to be later than intended. Not that you wanted to go anyway—loud music, your friends dragging you around the reserved VIP section, and way too many pictures to pose for. You knew you were being a negative Nancy about it—at least, that’s what Mel had said over the phone.

“Where are you? Everyone is already here.”

Mel’s voice was almost drowned out by the bass on the other line, the party clearly in full swing. You held the phone up to your ear, your clutch in your other hand. You knew you should’ve gotten up earlier, but those extra minutes of sleep had been way too tempting. It was a mutual friend’s 21st, so naturally, everyone wanted to dress up and go out. In your defense, though, this was all last minute.

“I’m a few blocks away. There was absolutely no parking.” You replied.

One truth and a lie. Whoops. There wasn’t any parking, but you were definitely farther than just a few blocks. Pushing a few strands of hair out of your face, you glanced down at the blue lettering of the GPS on your dim phone screen—still a few minutes until you arrived. Downtown was always like this, even while the city slept.

Mel kept talking, trying to explain something about a potential shortcut, but you could barely make out a word she was saying. You jerked the phone away from your ear every time she yelled when you asked her to repeat herself. As much as you loved her, she was definitely the time police between the two of you—sometimes helpful, other times just plain annoying.

The neon glow of different bars, shops, even that overpriced café Mel had been begging you to go to, cast vibrant hues against the pavement behind you as you clicked your way around another corner.

The light on the crosswalk was just barely counting down before you’d have to wait for God knows how long. You quickly hung up on Mel, telling her you’d call her back later.

Glancing around, you saw only distant cars on the opposite street, the environment eerily quiet.

The point of your red heel rested flat as you stepped past the traffic light pole, walking onto the rigid, faded lines of the crosswalk. Not to be snobby, but the city could definitely use a small revamp. Potholes, cracked sidewalks, and worn street lines seemed to go unnoticed in a place like this.

You glanced down at your phone, momentarily blinded by a strand of hair falling into your face, causing you to involuntarily pause for a moment. Just a few more minutes on the GPS. But before you could continue down—A rumbling sound. Fast. Way too close for comfort. Your breath caught as the gleam of a shiny dark vehicle reflected your figure in the middle of the crosswalk.

A muffled shout bled out from underneath the helmet of the individual guiding it down the street. Panic shot through you as you jerked back onto the sidewalk, just in time.

“What the hell!?” you shouted, your bag slipping from your hands and your phone clattering flat against the pavement.

The sound of skidding tires, the slam of brakes. The figure, clad in leather, barely stopped short of colliding with you. The bike skidded to a stop just a few feet away, the scent of burnt rubber lingering as the rider kicked down the stand. as she swung a leg over and straightened up, pulling off her helmet with a huff.

“Yeah, what the hell is right,” she shot back, tucking the helmet under her arm. “You got a death wish?”

“Excuse me?” Your head snapped up, eyes narrowing.

“You heard me,” she said, rolling her shoulders back like she was shaking off the near miss. “Crosswalks exist for a reason.”

You scoffed, dusting off your bag. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did I inconvenience your little joyride?” Frowning at the scratches.

She huffed a dry laugh, finally giving you a once-over. one that started irritated but lingered just a second too long. “Yeah. And people cross the road when they see the walking man on the sign.” She pointed at the sign across from you, the little white figure glowing mockingly. “Not randomly whenever the hell they feel like it.”

“Are you serious right now?—” you deadpanned, exasperated. Then, with a saccharine smile, you added, “Thanks, officer. I’ll keep note of that.” You nodded, dripping with sarcasm.

Her eyes rolled, patience growing thinner as your fake smile made her blood boil. Her free hand gripped the leather of her jacket, resisting the urge to grab you by the collar and—

“Oh, ha-ha. You’re really a comedian, sweet cheeks.” She scoffed, stepping forward. Only a foot or two of space separated you now. God, you were prissy. Slightly taller, dressed in expensive, clean-knit clothing. Your eyes barely brushed over hers, dismissive. Plus the way you smelled—how could she even notice that at a time like this?

“Mm You liked that? Thanks, I’ll be here all night. Just gotta stay clear of idiots on death traps,” you jabbed, rolling your eyes like it was a competition—who could do it the most? Then, with a huff, you turned back to dust yourself off.

“Aww, you’re all worked up.” She remarked nonchalantly, watching your expression as you turned away from her. Prissy as hell, sure. But damn if you weren’t kinda (extremely) … cute. “And those ‘death traps’ are a hell of a lot more convenient than walking.”

“The conversation was over like five minutes ago,” you brushed her off, barely paying attention as you glanced at the WAIT sign. Sighing, already knowing you’d have to wait to cross again. “Have fun with that, though.”

“Conversation’s over?” She smirked, shifting her weight on her boots, clearly amused by your obvious desire to be done with her. “You just walkin’ around town for fun or something?” Her gaze flickered downward, taking in your jewelry, your makeup, your hair—all of it. She was obviously sizing you up, and you could tell.

“Stranger danger. Mind yours, lady.” You chuckled, waving her off with a well-polished nail.

“Oh, I’m definitely minding mine, sweetheart.” She shot back, ignoring the smirk threatening her poker face. Her gaze dropped to your nails, interest slipping through her snarky demeanor. “Got a hot date tonight or something?”

You sighed deeply, the heels on your feet turning to face her fully. “Unless you wanna cough up an apology, all this—” you gestured toward her mouth, referring to her talking “—needs to stop. Like, now. Thanks.”

Her smirk faltered, almost turning into a frown. You were bitchy, sure, and definitely stubborn. But now you weren’t backing down? She had to give you credit for that. “Apologize?” She mocked, tilting her head with an amused glint in her eyes. “Relax,, you survived. Besides, technically, you were in the way.”

“I looked before I crossed. You came out of thin air.” You huffed, eyes flickering over her jacket, her piercings, her tattoos—all in contrast to yourself. Then, catching yourself, you quickly looked back at her face. “Whatever. It’s fine.”

She noticed your gaze linger, noting how your eyes moved over her. She didn’t need a mirror to know how drastically different you two looked. But there you were, still talking to her. Leaning forward slightly, she wasn’t even sure why she was keeping this conversation going. “Then we’re done here.”

“Fantastic.” You sighed, arms crossed, waiting for the light to change. The “wait” sign glowing, taunting you.

This felt like a standoff—closed mouths but wandering minds. Raging thoughts that you pushed down, catching the way she kept glancing at your exposed legs just below the hem of your dress. Your usual defenses weren’t working on her. She’s … still here? Her attention had turned back to her phone, her lock screen flashing. Herself. Of course. It looked like she was… singing? Or maybe at some kind of concert—you couldn’t quite make it out before looking back across the street.

The crosswalk glowed: walk. Your eyes scanned the sign, feeling almost… disappointed? You shifted your weight, glancing at it, but didn’t move right away. Your feet felt molded to the pavement below your René Caovilla’s—shoes Mel had gifted you, seeming useless now. This wasn’t a game of freeze tag, but you were definitely stilled.

“Took long enough,” you muttered, trying to act like you hadn’t just hesitated to leave her side. You didn’t even know her, but the flutter in your gut made you not care in the moment.

You had to go through with it, of course you did. You promised to show your face tonight, got dressed, did your makeup. Your leg shifted, about to take that step—threatening to break the bubble that had built between you. The whole situation was bizarre. You were supposed to go to the party, look your best, do your thing. But something had kept you here. You shifted your weight, ready to take that step, only to be stopped by a familiar waft of perfume. The scent was stronger now. lingering in the air like a trail behind you. She was still there.

You glanced down at your phone, a full 30 minutes late now. Mel was going to murder you, but that concern seemed to fade when you looked back at Vi. She was on the phone, sighing as she hung up, seemingly about to leave. Something in you snapped, and you blurted out the words before you could stop them.

“I’ve changed my mind.”

She stopped, her leg coming back down from the curb. “About…?”

“I do want an apology. For you almost flattening me.” You added.

She rolled her eyes, about to shoot back with some sarcastic remark, but you interrupted her before she could.

“Not like that,” you said, cutting her off with a wave of your hand. You pointed across the street to the bar, “I want you to walk over there, and buy me a drink. That’s the apology I’m accepting.”

Vi blinked for a beat, caught off guard. Then, after a long pause, her voice returned, though this time it was softer.

“What?..I…” she opened her mouth to say more, then her gaze drifted over you and that outfit. “You always this prissy and bossy?” A slow smile curled on her lips.

“Maybe I enjoy it part-time,” you shot back, chin tilted just slightly upwards.

She huffed a quiet laugh, shaking her head as she stubbed out her cigarette with the heel of her boot. “Charming,” she muttered, pushing off her bike. Then, with a heavy sigh, like she was pretending this was some great inconvenience. she finally gave in.

“Fine. One drink.”

One drink turned into three maybe four, this part is still fuzzy even when recounting to Mel. then Maybe it was the way you kept seeing her glance at your frame, maybe it was you tracing your fingers on the ends of her jacket sleeve, but Somehow, between biting comments and lingering glances, you’d both ended up here—pressed against the cool tile of the bar’s single-stall bathroom, Vi’s leather jacket hanging off one shoulder, your own clothes disheveled from her rushed hands. The smell of her was intoxicating, something woody, yet sweet. You couldn’t place it.

Her lips finding home along your collarbones.You let out a breathy laugh, fingers grazing over her exposed tattooed back. “Oh, so you do have an apology in you.” your eyes found hers, as they searched yours. Beyond just the color.

Vi smirked, lips just barely brushing yours. “Eh, I just wanted to shut you up.” her teeth tugging at it slightly as she’d mind wondered, wanting to feel those killer legs around her waist.

Your head leaned back further. “Oh really? I’m that bad?” Eyes fluttering closed when she nuzzled closer.

“Mmhm.” She grinned against your jaw, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss there. “Just insufferable, really. Extremely bitchy” She was mocking you, clear as day.

You hummed, nails dragging lightly down her back. “Huh. Seemed like you liked it a second ago.” you challenged.

Vi let out a low chuckle, hands slipping under the hem of your top. “I have bad taste.”

“Oh yeah?” Your grin widened. “Is that why you almost ran me over?”

She laughed, fingers pressing into your waist as she pulled you. “You gonna bring that up forever?”

“Maybe,” you teased, tilting your head as she kissed along your throat. “What, you can dish it but you can’t take it?”

Vi exhaled against your skin, then pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, eyes gleaming with amusement” “Oh, sweetheart,” she murmured, voice dripping with mischief. “I can take a hell of a lot more than this.”

“Plus, That was your fault,” she muttered, her lips curving into a smirk. Her hands roamed, fingers gently tracing the dip of your hip, her thumb lightly tugging the ends of your dress. Every touch was like electricity, the tension building between you. “Should’ve paid more attention.” Her head dipped down, mouth slowly trailing along the column of your neck. She paused every now and again to bite, nibble, kiss, suck—trying to draw out that whimper she so desperately wanted to hear.

You hummed in approval, a laugh slipping out at her sudden movement. Her hands found the back of your thighs, pulling your legs around her waist. Your back pressed against the stall, hips now flush against hers as you held onto her. “Look at you, short stuff,” you teased, resting your forehead against hers. She let out a soft huff at your words, her hands gripping you tighter as she brought your body closer. Feeling you pressed against her like this, the weight of you, it was almost too much. That damn laugh, your breath against her face—she knew you were teasing her about the height difference.

“Yeah? Keep talkin’, see what happens.” Her voice was low, a quiet challenge that sent a shiver down your spine. Her hands roamed, leaving small chills in their wake.

“Ooo, you gonna get mad, huh?��� you teased, pulling her face closer, needing to kiss her again. Your lips found hers, claiming them.

She let out a low moan at the way you took control, your words barely processing as her lips crashed back into yours. The kiss was rough, hungry. She wanted you. Needed you. Her hands gripped your thighs tighter, fingers digging into the flesh as she pushed you back against the stall wall, the sudden shift pressing her body even more against yours.

You gasped slightly, feeling the press of her pelvis against you, heat jolting through your core at the sound of her small moan. Tilting your head, you deepened the kiss, your tongue finding hers, the warm muscle pressing and teasing. Her tongue immediately met yours, her soft whimpers filling the small space as her body shivered. She pulled you flush against her, wanting to be as close as possible. She’d always been impatient, but right now, she was downright desperate for you. One hand stayed on your thigh, anchoring you, while the other skimmed along your hip, gripping hard as she ground herself against you.

She let out an amused hum at the sound of your moan. Hearing you like this, knowing she had this effect on you, was almost too much. It drove her wild. The feeling of your hand on her undercut, the way you teased her, it was almost enough to make her knees buckle. Her lips grazed your skin as they traveled down your neck, pausing to nip at your collarbone, leaving more marks in their wake. When a groan of disapproval came from her throat, you pulled back from her.

“Wait—” “What… what was your name?” You asked.

Ragged breathing, your vision coming back to you as you scanned over her features, your mind still foggy from the intensity of the moment. You both paused momentarily. Feet hitting the ground once more, The woman’s icy eyes widened. Then, she spoke up, not even knowing how you two had gotten this far without something as simple as a first name.

She grinned, running a hand through her dark hair. “It’s Vi.”

You arched a brow. “Vi…” you repeated. “That short for something? Veronica? Vanessa? Vivian?” You listed off name options, trying to match one to her face. It didn’t matter but you couldn’t help but tease her further.

Her smirk deepened, a single brow lifting as if to challenge you. “Violet,” she corrected, shaking her head with a quiet chuckle. “But honestly? I thought we were past names at this point.” Gesturing between you two.

You sighed dramatically, rolling your eyes. “Okay, smartass. Just figured I’d ask before we—”

She didn’t let you finish. Your words were practically swallowed as Vi’s lips crashed back into yours, her hands gripping your waist as she tugged you down slightly. The cold metal of her lip piercing pressed against your lips, the last remnants of your gloss transferring onto hers.

Your hands found the sides of her face, melting back into the moment.

“All those little noises for me?” she murmured, her voice barely audible. Her hands roamed, fingers tracing along the hem of your dress, teasing the soft skin beneath. She wanted to hear you moan again. To be the cause of it. To know that she was the one making you feel this way, the one who had you coming undone beneath her touch.

You laughed breathlessly, nodding. “Yes. For you.”

Just that simple confirmation sent a rush of possessive desire through her. Every moan, every shudder, every whimper—she wanted it all. Her lips attached to your neck again, marking and biting as they traveled across the sensitive skin. She found that spot again, nipping and sucking, drawing out more of those beautiful noises she craved. A soft moan escaped you as your body leaned into her, hands moving to tug her jacket off the rest of the way. A muffled chuckle spilled from her lips as she felt you push the leather from her shoulders. She let it drop down her arms, the fabric hitting the floor with a dull thud. She didn’t care where it landed—her focus was solely on you. Fingers curled beneath the hem of your dress, tugging it upwards. She needed more. Needed to feel more of your skin against hers.

Your arms lifted, inviting her to remove it. Her blue eyes darkened as she slowly pulled the fabric up, baring more of you. The dress joined the growing pile on the floor, leaving you more exposed, her hands tracing slow patterns along your sides.

She caught the motion of your fingers reaching for your shoes. “No, leave those,” she said, her voice laced with something thick

You paused before nodding, leaving the red heels on, and turned to tug at the hem of her black shirt instead.

“Mm, need this off, then.” Her breath hitched as your fingers gripped the fabric. She was more than happy to. Lifting her arms, she let you pull it over her head, her tank top soon joining the mess on the floor. A simple black sports bra covered her chest, the only thing she had on top now. trailing a hand down her toned torso. Tracing the lines of her skin. “Damn, you always this easy?”

her muscles tensing slightly beneath your touch. You could feel the outline of her abs, firm and defined. “Easy?” she chuckled, her hands sliding to your waist, pulling you flush against her.

“I’m anything but easy,” she murmured, lips finding yours in a kiss that was hungry. She smirked against your mouth before pulling back just enough to say, “Now, you gonna let me have you, or are you just here to run your mouth?”

You grinned, fingers toying with her spiked belt. “Mmm, got this far. Might as well.”

A low chuckle rumbled from her chest, her head tilting slightly as she watched you. The way you played with her belt sent heat pooling in her stomach.

“That’s what I thought,” she murmured before her lips were back on your skin, nipping at your throat as one hand tangled in your hair, tilting your head to expose more of your neck to her. The other hand dipped lower, fingers teasing at the fabric of your underwear. A small sound escaped your throat at the tug in your hair, your skin already littered with purples and reds from her mouth. Your fingers flexed as you lifted the belt from its clasp, undoing it. Her teeth grazed your skin as she smiled against your throat. at the way your hands fidgeted slightly, just as eager. She made no move to stop you, only pressing you further against the wall, her tattooed arms keeping you caged in place.

The pile on the floor was beginning to build, the heel of Vi’s boots pressing the fabrics into the flooring. Too focused on how your body felt against hers.

A bar bathroom. Of all places. The kind of place that would usually make your nose scrunch, your skin crawl. The lighting was too harsh, the walls too cold, the bass from the speakers outside rattling against the door. And yet… you didn’t care. Not with the way Vi was looking at you. Not with the way she touched you—like she didn’t give a damn about the setting either, like she’d have you anywhere if it meant having you at all.

It only grew especially more difficult when her mouth began to trail lower, each kiss leaving a burning imprint on your skin. Heavy-lidded eyes followed her movements, watching as her lips dragged a slow, heated path down your sternum. Your breath hitched, fingers threading into the messy strands of her black-and-red hair, nails grazing her scalp.

She made her way down your body, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses in her wake. she kissed down your sternum, her hands firm on your waist. She was all-consuming, her presence overwhelming in the best way. Your hands continued to thread into her short locs, nails grazing her scalp as she moved. as she felt the way your fingers flexed, your grip tightening when her nose grazed your hip bone. Her lips continued their path downward.

Her jeans-covered knees found themselves Kneeling in front of you, still caught between your legs, her eyes lifted to yours, Her hands recurled in the waistband of your underwear, fingers teasing the fabric.

“Let’s take these off,” black-painted fingernails, tugging the elastic slightly. Needing your approval before continuing.

You nodded, breathless. “Please.” Releasing the grip on her hair.

Widened eyes, as the thin damped fabric of your underwear dragged down the soft flesh of your thighs. her eyes roaming over your newly exposed skin. Not missing the way you were practically soaked. The shine only exposed further when her finger

Her middle and index moved to the undeniable pooling slick to act as lube as she glides over your now uncovered clit.

“Look at that…Tell me again how you’re ‘not into the whole edgy thing’?” She asked. Pierced Tounge darting out to kitten lick over your glistening folds.

“Shut up— mmng!” a small whine ripping out when her wet muscle was buried to taste bit of your growing arousal.

With a to bite your bottom to suppress a sudden moan. The space between your shoes only widens are you spread your legs for her further. the pads of her fingers creating circles sending jolts of pressure upward through your body. Eyes fluttering shut once more.

The bathroom echoed with the sounds of soft moans, whispered encouragements, and the wet, slick sounds of her finger pushing inside of your velvety walls. until her knuckle is practically coated. arching your back, off the cold graffitied wall.

“Mmfuuk Violet!” Your fingers knitted right back into her soft stands. Tugging at them. Eyes squeezed shut, at her gentle laps to your cunt. Mewing like a virgin, not remembering the last time you had time to even have a causal hookup like well—this.

Her frim hands grabbing the mound of your thigh to keep you still. Her nose brushing into your cunt. Once you are (somewhat) steady she slides index out then right back into you, bottoming out. Earning another wail from you when she curls it exactly where you can’t reach alone.

“S’good, huh? Yeah, I can tell.”

Just as Vi’s hands started to roam again, the sound of a toilet flushing from one of the stalls cut through the heated haze.

Both of you froze. Then slush of the water draining out made your eyes snap open. Oh my god, neither one of you checked if anyone else was in here. With a tilt of your head Your eyes slowly met hers, wide with realization. Vi blinked once. Then twice. The unmistakable creak of a stall door opening followed.

Vi exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down her face “so…That just ruined it, right?”

You swallowed hard, face burning of embarrassment “..Yeah.”

There was a beat of silence. A shuffling noise from the stall. You really didn’t want to turn around. The bathroom now extremely quiet, faint music from the bar, seeping under the door.

“My place?” you offered, already reaching for your dress.

Vi’s lips twitched. “Yeah. Think we kinda have to now.”

“ Hope you’re okay with a little backseat action.” She smirked, stepping back slightly as she grabbed her belt from the floor. “Because Ya know, you’ll have to get on my bike for that.”

You huffed, rolling your eyes. “Oh, so fun. Not dangerous at all.”heels clicking as you stepped closer. “I’m calling a car.”

Vi grinned, looping the belt back through her jeans. “Says the girl who was just half-naked in a bar bathroom.” She whispered.

You groaned, swatting at her shoulder as she laughed, slinging her jacket over her arm before leading you toward the exit.

You groaned, swatting at her shoulder, but she just laughed, reaching for your wrist and tugging you toward the exit. “C’mon, princess, let’s get outta here before we scar someone else for life.”

Behind you, the poor soul from the stall finally cleared their throat.

“Yeah,” a voice muttered. “Good call.” Vi snorted. You just buried your face in your hands as she dragged you toward the door.

The sun warmed your closed eyelids, pulling you from sleep. You shot up from your bed, hand instinctively drifting to the space next to you—only to be met with sheets.

Cold.

Of course she left. What were you thinking? That she’d stay? You didn’t even ask for her name until you were both half-undressed. With a disappointed sigh and slumped shoulders, you sat up, pushing your hair out of your face. Glancing over at the space next to you once more to confirm.

Yeah. Still empty.

Until you caught your reflection in something small, shiny. Silver rings, hers. When you finally got out of bed to toss them into your jewelry box, you figured at least you had a souvenir to remember her by. But as you approached your vanity, confusion twisted on your features. The cabinet was slightly open. And then you saw it. A number, written in red by one of your lipsticks on the corner of your mirror.

“Had to run, didn’t wanna wake Sleeping Beauty.

Figured I’d give you a reason to find me.

Call me, XXX-XX —Vi”

[jungwnies]

roommate from hell - oscar piastri (1/5)

୨ৎ : pairing : oscar piastri x gn!reader ୨ৎ : synopsis : forced into an accidental roommate situation, oscar and you struggle with clashing habits, sarcastic banter, and unexpected tension…until frustration turns into something much deeper.

୨ৎ : genre : romantic comedy & light angst (barely...) ୨ৎ : tws : forced proximity, mild conflict, emotional tension, and mutual pining. ୨ৎ : wc : 1140

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five

The apartment listing had sounded too good to be true.

"A modern two-bedroom in a great neighborhood! Affordable rent! Recently renovated!"

You had jumped on it. Places like this didn’t stay on the market long, and after what felt like a lifetime of apartment hunting, you were ready to sign a lease and never look at another rental website again.

So, you scheduled a tour, packed a mental list of negotiating tactics, and prayed to whatever higher power existed that this would finally be the one.

Across the city, Oscar Piastri was doing the exact same thing.

Unlike you, he hadn’t even bothered looking at multiple listings. He had sent his assistant a simple message: Find me an apartment. Quiet, good location, no crazy landlords. He wasn’t picky, he just needed a place to live between races. Simple.

At least, that’s what he thought.

One Hour Later – At the Apartment

The moment you walked into the leasing office, you knew something was off.

For one, the landlord, a middle-aged man named Greg who looked permanently stressed, was nervously shuffling through papers like he had forgotten how to read.

For two, there was already another person standing there, signing a stack of documents like he had just secured the place.

You blinked. “Uh, what is happening?”

Greg looked up, his face immediately twisting into an expression that screamed oh no.

The guy next to you, a very casually dressed guy in a McLaren hoodie and cap, barely glanced up. “I’m signing my lease,” he said simply, like this was his apartment and you were the intruder.

You frowned. “No, I’m signing my lease.”

Greg audibly gulped.

McLaren Hoodie Guy finally looked at you properly, his eyebrows pulling together. “That can’t be right.”

You turned to Greg, arms crossed. “Okay, Greg, what’s going on?”

Greg inhaled sharply through his nose. “So, funny story..."

You knew it was not going to be a funny story.

“...there was a bit of a mix-up, and it looks like I… um… may have accidentally leased the same apartment to both of you?”

Silence.

You blinked. "What?"

McLaren Guy squinted at Greg. “You may have?”

Greg winced. “Okay, did. I did lease it to both of you. But in my defense, I didn’t realize it until just now, and I already spent your security deposits, so I really can’t refund you until next month.”

Your jaw dropped. “You already spent...!?!? Are you kidding me?”

McLaren Guy let out a long breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. “So what are you saying? That neither of us can live here?”

Greg let out a nervous chuckle. “Well… I could cancel the lease for one of you, but…” He glanced between you two. “Do either of you have another place lined up?”

You exhaled, crossing your arms. “No.”

McLaren Guy sighed. “No.”

Greg’s face paled. “Right.” He rubbed his hands together, clearly dying inside. “So, um… what if you two just… shared it?”

You and McLaren Guy turned to each other at the exact same time, both shaking your heads.

"Absolutely not."

"Not happening."

Greg held up his hands. “Okay, okay! Just hear me out.”

You shot him a look. “You literally just admitted to scamming us.”

“I didn’t scam you—"

McLaren Guy scoffed. “You spent our deposits.”

“Okay, I accidentally scammed you.” Greg sighed, running a hand over his face. “Look, I’ll cut the rent in half if you both agree to stay. Just for the first few months, until I can sort this out.”

You turned back to McLaren Guy, fully expecting him to shut it down. Instead, he looked like he was considering it.

You frowned. “You cannot be thinking about this.”

He shrugged. “Do you have another option?”

“…No, but that doesn’t mean I want to live with some random—" You gestured at him vaguely. “—McLaren fanboy.”

McLaren Guy’s eyebrows shot up. “Fanboy?”

“Well, yeah,” you said, motioning to his hoodie and cap. “You’re decked out in McLaren gear. You look like you’re about to go meet Lando Norris.”

Greg made a strangled noise.

McLaren Guy just stared at you, something unreadable flickering across his face. His mouth opened for a second, then closed.

Then he exhaled, shaking his head. “You know what? Fine. Let’s do it.”

Your stomach dropped. “Wait—what?”

He grabbed the lease papers, signing his name at the bottom with zero hesitation. “I don’t have time to find a new place, and I’m not about to couch-surf across Australia.”

You turned to Greg. “You cannot expect me to live with a stranger.”

Greg gave you a deeply exhausted look. “I expected to lease this apartment to one person. Life is full of disappointments.”

McLaren Guy grinned. “You’re lucky I’m an excellent roommate.”

You let out a humorless laugh. “I highly doubt that.”

Two Days Later – Moving In

You were right.

Oscar Piastri was not an excellent roommate.

The first issue became apparent when you opened the fridge and found nothing inside except for a can of Monster Energy, a half-empty bottle of water, and two whole heads of lettuce.

You turned to him, arms crossed. "Do you… not eat real food?"

Oscar barely looked up from setting up his PlayStation. "I eat at the McLaren hospitality tent most of the time."

You squinted. "McLaren hospitality—" You let out an exasperated sigh. "Oh my god, you’re a team employee, aren’t you?"

Oscar blinked at you. "Huh?"

"You work for McLaren," you said, pointing at his hoodie, the McLaren duffel bag by the door, the literal McLaren keychain hanging off his keys. "That’s why you’re obsessed with the team."

Oscar stared at you for a long moment. Then, very carefully, he said, "Yes. That’s exactly it."

"Called it," you muttered, going back to unpacking.

Oscar smirked to himself but said nothing.

The second issue? He was too quiet.

You were used to some kind of background noise. Either it was music, TV, literally anything, but Oscar? He just moved around the apartment in silence, which somehow made you more on edge.

Then, later that night, you really reached your breaking point.

You had been winding down, wrapped in a blanket on the couch, scrolling through your phone when you suddenly heard a deep sigh behind you.

You turned your head slightly, only to see Oscar staring at you from the other side of the couch, arms crossed, looking very unimpressed.

You blinked. "What?"

Oscar sighed again, slower this time, louder. "You chew really loud."

Your jaw dropped. "Excuse me?"

"You’re, like, aggressively loud."

Your eyes narrowed. "I will throw this popcorn at you."

Oscar smirked. "You wouldn’t dare."

Without hesitation, you grabbed a handful of popcorn and launched it at him.

Oscar gasped, dodging the attack. "Greg was right! This was a terrible idea!"

You grinned, grabbing another handful. "Welcome to hell, roomie."

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[insidekatmind]

My Turn~Hwang Jun-ho

Wearning: +18,smut

Request: yes!

Hwang Jun Ho is an asshole. An arrogant bastard who has always made you feel like you were there just for his pleasure. He takes you when he wants, uses you like you were his property, submits you without even giving you time to protest. And you, up until now, have let him do it.

But not tonight. Tonight is different.

You find him on the couch, legs spread, one hand holding the glass of whiskey and the other touching the armrest in a bored way. He is drop-dead gorgeous, damn it, and he knows it. With that shirt unbuttoned just enough to let you see his chest and that self-confident look that has always made you lose your mind. But this time you are not here to fall at his feet.

You approach, the sound of your heels echoing in the room. He barely raises his gaze to you, one eyebrow raised.

"What's up, doll?" he asks in that lazy tone, as if he already knew he had you in his grasp.

But tonight it’s your turn.

You straddle him without warning, taking the glass from his hands and setting it on the coffee table. You surprise him. You see it in the way his muscles tense for a moment under your fingers, in the way his breathing changes slightly.

“I’ve decided that tonight I’m in charge.”

Jun Ho stares at you for a second, then bursts into laughter, a deep, incredulous laugh. “Oh yeah? And you think you can do that?”

You don’t answer. You lean toward him, your lips brushing his neck, but instead of kissing him like he expects, you bite him. Hard enough to make him hiss through his teeth.

“Shit…” he mutters, and for the first time, he doesn’t seem so sure of himself.

You like it. You like seeing him like this, surprised, unsettled. You like feeling his body tense under yours, not knowing what to expect. Your hands trail down his chest, calmly unbuttoning the rest of his shirt as he looks at you, still with that challenging glint in his eyes.

"If you think you can control me, you'll have to do better," he whispers, lips curling into a half smile.

Oh, you will. You will.

You pull down his pants and boxers. He lets you do as you please, watching you with a mix of amusement and desire in his eyes.He enjoying the view.

"good girl, suck my dick"

You ignore his command and suck his asshole. He lets out a surprised moan, not expecting you to do that

"oh-h-oh my god, princess-"Jun ho stutters tries to keep his composure, but it's difficult with your mouth on him.

While you lick his hole you start to jerk off his cock. He bites down on his lip to suppress a moan, his hips bucking up into your hand as you continue to pleasure him with your mouth and hand.

"fuuuuck, you're driving me crazy"

he says through gritted teeth, his eyes closed in pleasure.

He grabs your hair, tangling his fingers in it as he guides your movements, urging you to go faster and harder.

"That's it, just like that, princess, keep going."

You stop your movements and walk away,look at him.

He looks at you, his eyes clouded with desire and frustration."Why did you stop?"he asks, his voice low and needy.

Jun ho raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth"oh, is that so? you think you're in charge, princess?" he leans back against the couch, spreading his legs wider, challenging you.

“Yeah, I can leave you here with a hard-on while I go shower if you're okay with that attitude,” you said.

He clenches his jaw, trying to hold back a groan at the thought of you leaving him like this.

"you wouldn't dare"he says, but there's a hint of uncertainty in his voice, like he's not sure if you're bluffing or not.

"I will so behave, I'm in charge tonight" you said.

He lets out a frustrated sigh, knowing he can't argue with you when you're in this mood.

"fine, I'll behave"he mutters, trying to hide the fact that he's enjoying this a little too much.

You smiled and started to read his asshole again while you jerked his cock faster. He lets out a loud moan, unable to hold it back this time as your mouth and hand work in unison, driving him crazy,"fuuuck, princess, that feels so good."He grips the armrest of the couch tightly, trying to hold himself back from thrusting up into your mouth.

He can feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his body tense and trembling with the effort to hold back."I'm close, princess, so close"he says between moans and gasps.

You finish licking it again, stopping.

He whines in protest as you stop, his body trembling with the need to finish.

"why did you stop again?"he asks, his voice filled with frustration and need.

You get up and undress. "Come when I say so," you said, straddling him.

He watches you as you undress, his eyes roaming over your body hungrily."yes, princess"he says, his voice rough with desire. He's desperate for you, waiting impatiently for your next move.

You smile and let his cock enter your pussy.

He lets out a loud moan as you lower yourself onto him, his hands immediately grabbing your hips, guiding you to move."fuck, you're so tight, princess"he says, his voice strained as he tries to hold back from thrusting up into you.

“Be good,” you said as you began to move your hips slowly. He grits his teeth, trying to hold back his own movements, but your words and the feeling of you moving on top of him are driving him wild."I'm trying, princess, I'm trying so hard"he says through clenched teeth, his fingers digging into your hips harder.

He can't hold back anymore, his control snapping as you continue to move on top of him. He thrusts up into you, his hips moving in time with yours, chasing his own release."God, you feel so good, so perfect"he moans, his voice filled with need and pleasure.

You stop your movements and slap him on the cheek. "Be good."

His eyes widen in surprise as you slap him, a mix of pleasure and pain washing over his face.

"Ow! damn it, princess"he says, but there's no real anger in his voice, just a hint of submission.

You start bouncing on his cock. He moans loudly as you start bouncing on him, his eyes rolling back in his head from the sensation."oh god, yes, just like that, princess, just like that"he gasps, his hands gripping your hips even tighter as he tries to hold on.

He's completely at your mercy now, completely under your control as you ride him. His body is shaking with pleasure, his moans growing louder and more desperate with each movement."please, please don't stop, princess, I'm so close"he begs, his voice filled with need and desperation.

You nipped his lip as you continued to ride him. He gasps in surprise as you bite his lip, the pain only adding to the pleasure he's feeling.

"fuck, that's it, keep going, don't stop"he says, his grip on you becoming almost bruising as he tries to anchor himself to reality.

You smiled and moaned as you brought a hand to his neck squeezing it. He gasps again, his eyes widening in shock as you squeeze his neck.

"oh god, princess, please don't stop, I can't handle it anymore"he says, his voice hoarse and desperate. The mix of pleasure and slight pain is driving him wild, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

He's a mess, his body trembling and shaking as he struggles to hold back his release.

"please, princess, please let me cum, I can't hold back anymore"he begs, his eyes pleading with you.

"Cum for me" you say.

He doesn't need to be told twice.

With a loud moan, he finally lets go, his body arching up as he reaches his climax."ahhhhh, princess, I'm cumming"he gasps, his fingers digging into your hips so hard it almost hurts.

He rides out his orgasm, his body shaking and trembling as he fills you with his cum.He's panting and gasping for breath, his eyes still closed as he tries to regain his composure.

After a few moments, he opens his eyes and looks up at you, his gaze filled with a mix of satisfaction and adoration."that was... incredible"he says, his voice hoarse and breathless.

You smiled and hugged him. He returns the hug, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close to him."you're amazing, you know that?"he says, his voice filled with admiration.

He kisses the top of your head, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back.

"I'm serious, you're so damn perfect"he says, his voice soft and affectionate.

[nyoomfruits]

@steviethenarwhal reblogged this post with the following tag

and i was like YEAH i kind of need to see that too SO. i wrote it lmao

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Oscar had plans, on how this meeting was going to go, on what he was going to say when he saw Carlos again. There was a speech, about what happened to him, about the other Carlos, about what they mean to each other, in that universe.

Then he was going to ask. If Carlos wanted to try with him, too, maybe. Go on a date. Just to see if they would work just as well as the other Carlos and Oscar.

But that all sort of goes flying out of the window when he finally lays eyes on Carlos, his Carlos.

He’s standing in the door opening of his apartment, looking confused and apprehensive, and Oscar.

Oscar can’t do anything but kiss him.

He’s wanted to. He’s wanted to so badly, ever since he got to know Carlos better, got to understand him better. But it had felt wrong, kissing a Carlos that wasn’t his. That didn’t belong to him.

Carlos’s lips are soft – probably some stupidly fancy brand of lipbalm – and warm against Oscar’s, and for a moment – a wonderful beautiful world tilting moment – it’s just them, their lips pressed together, Oscar’s hand fisted in the front of Carlos’s shirt.

Then Carlos pushes him away. “Oscar, what-“ He starts, staring at Oscar with wide eyes. “Why.”

“Shit, sorry, I got carried away, I just-“ He takes a deep breath. “Did you know we are married?” At Carlos’s stunned expression, he continues, “Well, I mean, not here. In another universe. We’re pretty happy together too, from what I gathered.”

“Are you- Do I need to call someone?” Carlos asks, hesitant, cautious, taking a step back.

Oscar rolls his eyes. “I’m not crazy,” he says.

“You were in a coma for 2 months,” Carlos states, holding up his hands. “It wouldn’t be weird, if your brain-“

“Look, do you want to date me or not?” Oscar asks, a little impatiently. This is not at all going how he’d planned it. He’d forgotten how goddamn infuriating Carlos could be. Other Carlos was... Actually, no, he was still pretty infuriating. Oscar had just chalked it up to his other universe-ness.  

Carlos is staring at him like he can’t decide to kiss him again or call an ambulance. Oscar, not willing to wait or hope he settles for the first, throws up his hands. “Fine! Forget it,” he says, turns around to stalk away, but a hand snakes around his wrist.

“Wait,” Carlos says. “Let’s just… Come inside? We’ll talk.”

Carlos’s hand is warm around his wrist, and his eyes are big and doe like and make Oscar feel like he’s drowning and his mouth is pulled up into a hesitant smile and Oscar knows what he tastes like, now.

“Okay,” Oscar says. “Okay, let’s talk.”

[jungshookz]

taehyung’s gotten really beefy and y/n feels like a hormonal teenager 

➺ pairing; roommate!taehyung x roommate!y/n 

➺ genre; roomie!taehyungiverse!! honk honk humour!! a little sprinkle of smut because it would be illegal to write about beefy taehyung and not talk about his bulging biceps WOOF WOOF y/n is a lucky girl i need himbo gymrat taehyung so bad 

➺ wordcount; 2.5k

➺ summary; over the last few weeks, taehyung’s noticed that you’ve been particularly jittery and nervous around him and he can’t figure out why… after one of his usual morning workouts, he decides to finally confront you about it and your answer is more than satisfying to him. 

➺ what to expect; “wait, so you’re telling me the only reason why you’ve been acting so strange these last few weeks is because you think i’m… sexy?”

➺ currently playing on cee.fm; hey daddy (daddy’s home) — usher 

»»————- 🏋🏻‍♂️ ————-««

you’re not sure when taehyung decided to go on a new health journey, but it feels like you’ve blinked and watched your boyfriend go from just some handsome guy that you’re in love with to this muscular, gym-crazy man who loves protein shakes and asking for extra chicken at chipotle (who you’re still very much in love with, let’s be clear that nothing’s changed about that) and suddenly has the ability to do like 100 pull-ups without getting tired 

“ugh, fuck-“ taehyung grunts as he does his last push up (this is his fourth set, so technically he just did 300 pushups with no problem), getting up from the ground and twisting his upper body from side to side before putting his phone in between his lips, peeling his damp wife-beater tank off and tossing it on the ground 

lately he’s been working out in the morning before starting his day and it’s honestly been such a great change — he feels super pumped for the day ahead and completely reinvigorated 

and getting his workout done in the morning means he doesn’t have to worry about it for the rest of the day! 

he went for a run around the neighbourhood early this morning, and then came home to finish off with some calisthenics 

and now he’s gonna do a little cool-down stretch and hit the shower

he hums to himself as he adjusts his wired earbuds, usher’s hey daddy (daddy’s home) making him bop his head — maybe it’s a little douchey of him to be listening to this song while he’s working out but he can’t help that it’s a good ass song 

he slips his phone into the back pocket of his grey sweatpants before reaching for the bottle of water, twisting the cap off and lifting the bottle to chug half of it down 

“…good lord.” you mutter to yourself, staring at your boyfriend shamelessly from the kitchen as your jaw goes slack 

oh yeah — you’re here, too, by the way 

you’ve been here the whole time

you watched him do all 300 pushups and you counted 

and now your coffee is cold because you can’t multitask and you couldn’t focus on gawking at your boyfriend and drinking your coffee at the same time 

taehyung didn’t notice when you slipped past him earlier to head to the kitchen (and honestly, you didn’t want to bother him mid-workout because you know that you hate it when people interrupt your flow) and you’re pretty sure he still hasn’t noticed you, but you’re fine with that because you’d rather he be unaware of your presence than know that you’ve been creeping on him for the last twenty minutes or so 

you don’t mean to stare, you really don’t, but… how can you not stare at him in his shirtless, sweaty glory like that?

your mouth goes dry and you swallow thickly when he turns around, his back muscles flexing slightly 

and since when did he have such bulging veins in his biceps?! 

your eyes trail down the wide expanse of his glistening back and you immediately get flashbacks from the other night when you had your nails digging into his shoulder blades, your hands sliding down to his lower back as he pushed himself into- 

“good morning, sexy-“ you’re snapped out of your thoughts when tae delivers a slap to your bare ass as he passes by and you immediately grip onto your mug harder, letting out a nervous chuckle, “you’re finally up!”

“yeah, i-“ your voice cracks and you clear your throat before shrugging, reaching down to pull your shirt down a little to cover your ass, “it’s whatever, i’m cool.” your brows immediately furrow in confusion at your own words 

…what?

what are you even saying? 

see, something else you’ve noticed that’s happened since taehyung decided that he wanted to go on a run every morning at 5am and come home completely JACKED is that you’ve started feeling nervous around him and you have no idea why 

the both of you have been together for five years (and seven months) and somehow you’ve reverted to some lovestruck teenager who giggles at everything

in fact, you feel like how you felt when you first met taehyung when he came to see you about your open roommate application — very intimidated by how handsome he was and hoping that he thought you were cool enough to hang out with 

“did you want some of my smoothie, baby? i can already tell this batch might have a little more than usual…” taehyung hums, his tongue poking out from in between his lips as he measures out his double chocolate protein powder, dumping two full scoops into the blender, “could you get the blueberries from the freezer for me?” 

“smoothie?” you clear your throat, nodding and setting your mug down, “uh, yeah! blueberries.” you turn around, pulling the freezer drawer open and pulling out the large ziploc of frozen blueberries before shaking your head to yourself to snap out of your funk 

smoothie? uh, yeah, blueberries! you mock yourself internally — you are literally incapable of forming full sentences, it feels like you’ve got a bunch of marbles rolling around in your mouth 

and he needs to put a shirt on or something because he’s starting to get those toned v-lines that taper down nicely when he wears his sweatpants low on his hips 

you didn’t even know those muscles existed 

“so did you want some? it’s okay if you don’t, i guess i could drink it all, the extra protein will be good-“

“uh, yeah! i’ll have some.” you nod, setting your mug down and turning to get a cup for yourself 

taehyung turns the blender on and the kitchen is immediately filled with the obnoxious, grating sound of ZZzhzhhZHHZHHHHHhHhZHzh but you’re actually glad the space between you is being filled up with that 

otherwise you’d have to make conversation with him 

and in your current state, you are completely helpless 

you watch as he reaches up to slick his damp hair back, leaning back a little to check and make sure all the ingredients are being blended up nice and smooth  

it just feels like he’s moving in slow-motion and you… you… 

see you just lost your train of thought 

THAT’S how bad it’s been 

taehyung glances up at you briefly from where he’s standing at the opposite end of the kitchen island, noticing that you’ve seemed to space out again 

he has no idea what your deal has been for the last couple of weeks — he doesn’t think anything is necessarily wrong between the two of you, and if there’s a problem he knows you’re more than capable of bringing it up with him and talking it out 

but at the same time, something is wrong because you’ve been unusually quiet and every time he tries to make conversation it feels like you don’t know how to speak like a normal human being 

like earlier when he said good morning and that you were finally up and you responded with “it’s whatever, i’m cool”

it’s whatever, i’m cool

what the hell was that?! 

or the other night when he asked you if you wanted to join him in the shower and you let out the most nervous, high-pitched laugh before practically sprinting away to the kitchen and saying something about needing to wash the dishes 

…is it him? are you not physically attracted to him anymore? 

that can’t be it, either… you guys had sex the other night and you were very vocal (you guys actually got a noise complaint from a neighbour but he never told you because he knew you’d be embarrassed and never want to have sex ever again, and to be honest, he’s just planning on putting his hand over your mouth the next time you fuck — easy fix!) 

“okay, what’s wrong with you?” taehyung asks as soon as he turns the blender off, and you look up from the counter with wide eyes, “you’ve been so jittery with me for the last few weeks and i cannot figure out why, for the life of me. if you’re up to something shady, you might as well tell me now and-“

“what?” your eyelashes flutter in surprise and you let out a snort, his crazy accusation immediately sobering you up, “i promise you i am not up to anything shady, in fact, i’m kind of offended you even had that thought-“

“oh, thank god. you’re speaking like a normal human being, i finally fixed you-“ taehyung sighs, blowing a puff of air out as he pops the blender lid off, dipping his finger into the smoothie before bringing it up to his lips for a taste

“you have got to be kidding me.” you murmur to yourself, watching as some of the smoothie drips from his finger onto his toned abdomen

he swipes it off before sucking it off his finger with a satisfied hum

“you’re a freak!”  you blurt out, “oh my god, you are such a freak and it’s like you do these things that i feel like are on purpose but-“

“what are you talking about??” 

“i’m talking about- i just-“ you stumble over your words, letting out a groan when you find yourself being unable to form a sentence again

you pause for a second, shaking your head before composing yourself and painting a nice, pleasant smile on your face, “you… you… are you… are you aware of how ripped you’ve become?” 

“what?” taehyung laughs in disbelief, his eyes flickering off to the side, “i mean… i know i’ve definitely bulked up a little, i wouldn’t say i’m ripped-“

“you have no idea how hard it is to not throw myself at you every single second of every single day — i mean, i love you and i’m attracted to you no matter what you look like but there’s just something so satisfying about biting into your firm, firm bicep,” you make your way over to taehyung before jabbing a finger into his arm, “like, are you telling me this is all muscle?!”

“i mean-“ taehyung looks down before flexing his arm, making his bicep pop out, “yeah, i guess so. wait, so you’re telling me the only reason why you’ve been acting so strange these last few weeks is because you think i’m… sexy?” 

“you have been walking around all shirtless and sweaty with grey goddamn sweatpants so low on your hips that you’re basically naked, this is not on me!” you gawk, eyes widening when taehyung suddenly rounds the corner to get closer to you, “what are you- what are you doing?”

“nothing! we’re having a conversation, aren’t we?” the corner of his mouth twitches in a smirk as he continues walking you back until you’ve found yourself bumped up against the counter, your hands immediately fumbling to grip onto the edges to keep balanced, “oh, what’s wrong, baby? do i make you nervous?” he coos, using his pointer finger to raise your chin and forcing you to look at him before setting both his hands down on the counter and effectively trapping you in 

“you-“ your voice cracks and you feel your face getting hotter (again, not sure why because you’ve been dating this man for five years, but maybe it’s a good sign that after all this time you still get super hot and bothered being around him — the spark is still very much alive!), “you don’t make me nervous, that’s ridiculous.” 

“oh, don’t i?” taehyung tilts his head, sliding a finger up the side of your bare thigh and smiling to himself when he feels goosebumps starting to prickle at your skin, “you know, it’s funny that you’re scolding me for walking around shirtless in my own home when you’re the one constantly walking around in skimpy little g-strings. how do you think i feel, having to keep myself from bending you over every single surface in this apartment and just pushing your panties to the side?” he asks, voice light as he uses his pinky to brush a strand of hair away from your eyes  

“i imagine you probably feel… not… good…” you murmur, crossing your arms over your chest and keeping your chin raised in an attempt to appear as calm and collected as possible

“you don’t have to be nervous around me, honey,” taehyung leans down, and you’re as still as can be when he brushes his lips over yours before starting to plant light kisses along your jaw, “you know i love you and for the record, i think you’re incredibly sexy all the time…” he takes your hand and places it on his firm abdomen before sliding it down, and your thighs squeeze together upon feeling the ridges of his abs 

and maybe now isn’t a good time to be thinking this but you can’t help but feel good about the fact that taehyung still thinks you’re sexy — it’s giving you the little ego boost you’ve been needing and- I NEED TO SUCK HIS DICK

okay JESUS 

your eyes shoot open at the sudden uncharacteristically graphic intrusive thought and you immediately push taehyung away from you, keeping him at arm’s length 

“wh- what’s wrong?” he asks, eyebrows furrowing in confusion, “did i say someth-“

“i need to suck your dick.” you interrupt, staring at him with a neutral expression on your face

“what?” he lets out a laugh, “i mean, yes, obviously i want that but-“

“you need to be quiet now.” 

taehyung swallows thickly when he watches you drop to the ground in front of him, staring at him in a way he’s never seen before 

oh, jesus.

»»————- 🏋🏻‍♂️ ————-««

“tae-“ you whimper, dropping your forehead on his shoulder as he presses himself into you, a shaky breath slipping past his lips when he feels you clench up around him, “a-agh…” 

“jesus, your pussy always feels so good…” he mutters under his breath, looking down to watch himself pull out slightly before pushing back in all the way, smiling to himself when you whimper and ask him to please, please fuck me-

(needless to say, you guys ended up with another noise complaint. whoops.) 

🎙️ ask taehyung for the recipe to his 70g protein smoothie (talk to my characters!) 

📚 why not explore the rest of the library while you're here? (go say hi to yoongi and y/n in la vie en bonsai!) 

💫 or perhaps you want something shorter to read? (drabbles and mini series like this!)

🌟 or something even shorter? (teeny tidbits!) 

[berfgrimm]

staring at the sun: bae bae | choi seunghyun (t.o.p) x reader

pairing: choi seunghyun (t.o.p) x f!reader

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral, fingering, dirty talk, deepthroating, fluff, spanking, biting. i think that’s pretty much it?

note: the final part of staring at the sun. i appreciate everyone’s patience for this, and I hope you all enjoy! i’ve linked the previous parts below.

staring at the sun | phone call | payback | valentine

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Seunghyun convinces you to move in with him ten minutes after his bandmates find out about your relationship. Truth be told, you were ready to move in the moment he suggested it, but you wanted to play hard to get; now that he has you, it felt more fun.

His persuasion technique is clever, if not slightly diabolical. Once he pulls you into the shower with him, he takes some time to kiss you and touch you gently as the water cascades around both of you. When he helps you wrap your legs around his waist with your back pinned to the shower wall, pumping into you slowly and deeply, he suddenly stops. You clench around and try to use the strength of your legs to urge him to continue, but he only grins deviously.

“Are you going to move in with me?” Seunghyun asks, placing teasing kisses along your jaw. You whimper in response, your nails digging into his back as you try to find the words to beg him. “You can feel this every single night,” he continues, pulling himself out of you just a little. “You can taste me every night.”

“Baby,” you whine. “You know I’ll move in…please, don’t stop.” Seunghyun laughs excitedly, kissing you on the lips so hard, your head bumps against the wall behind you. You attempt a laugh against his lips, but it comes out in a muffled moan when Seunghyun shoves himself back inside of you.

Over the next few days, Seunghyun enlists the help of his bandmates to move you into his home. The other men ask more questions than you expect, desperate to know when you started your secret relationship. You notice the more questions they ask, the more irritated Seunghyun becomes and when you have a moment alone in the kitchen, you corner him to find out the problem.

“I don’t feel like sharing today,” he admits, avoiding eye contact with you. You bite your lip to hide the smile because you rarely see him look this vulnerable and annoyed. “What’s funny?” he asks, when he finally looks at you.

“You’re jealous that I’m getting along with your friends?”

“I didn’t say that,” Seunghyun responds.

“You did, a little bit,” you laugh.

“Oh, yeah?” Seunghyun chuckles along with you, trying to keep a serious look but failing. “That’s funny to you? That I don’t want to share you with them?” He grabs your hips and yanks you closer to him, kissing you aggressively to make you laugh. When he tries to slide his hands into your back pockets, you grab his forearms and pull them away from you, pinning them behind his back with a smile on your face.

“You're crazy if you think I’m going to let you do anything like that while they’re still here,” you laugh. Seunghyun gives you a pout, pretending to struggle hard against your gentle grip on his arms. He finally drops his shoulders and lets out a dramatic sigh, no longer able to hide the smile on his face. “When they leave, we can lay in your bed and you can touch my ass all you want,” you joke, releasing his arms.

“Our bed,” he corrects, grabbing your hips again to pull you towards him for a soft kiss. Your heart skips a beat at the way it sounds: our bed.

“Fine,” you whisper. “But it’s still my ass.”

“No, it’s not, it’s mine.” His hands quickly slip past your waist and he pinches you, causing you to let out a yelp and shove him away, your laugh loud enough to alert the others.

“You can’t do that while we’re here,” Taeyang scolds, as they reenter the room.

“Did we walk into this again?” Daesung laughs.

“I don’t want to watch that,” Jiyong says.

“I tried to tell him,” you shrug. “But he does whatever he wants.”

The rest of the day is smoother, Seunghyun lightens up and is more willing to joke. That night he takes you up on your offer to touch you as much as he wants, but you have no complaints.

The next few days seem to fly by. You get adjusted into your new home with ease, though you feel the urge to pinch yourself because it doesn’t feel real. Standing at the kitchen sink, cleaning a glass, your mind wanders to how quickly things changed for you, and how happy you are. Until you hear Seunghyun enter the kitchen and feel him step between you and the island counter.

”Don’t turn around,” Seunghyun says, his voice a little stern, but also mischievous. You set your cup down in the sink and turn off the taps, staring at the wall ahead of you as you wait for what comes next. “Close your eyes,” he speaks slowly, but you can feel his breath against your neck.

When you close your eyes, you focus on his proximity to you, heat radiating from him. It’s silent, apart from the sound of both of you breathing, and you can only wait for his next instruction.

“I take care of you, don’t I?” His voice is low, but you can still feel his breath hot on your skin, sending a shiver through you. “I give you everything you need,” he continues, nuzzling his head against yours. “Don’t I?”

“Of course you do, baby,” you whisper, gripping the edge of the sink as you feel your knees getting weak just from the way he speaks.

“And you know how to take care of me,” Seunghyun says. “You know exactly what I need…and what I love…” You can tell he leans closer to you, just barely brushing against you as you feel his arms reach past you, presumably to brace against the sink as well. “You’re a good girl,” he goes on. “My good girl…my princess.”

“I love taking care of you,” you mumble. You inch your hand along the sink to place atop his, when you feel he’s wearing leather gloves. “Are you —?” You stop short when you look down at his hands, and see tan gloves along with thepurple sleeves of his jacket. “Oh, god,” you mutter, tipping your head back to bump softly against his.

“Surprise,” he whispers against your ear.

“You didn’t have to—”

“I told you I would. I like to keep my promises.”

“But this is so—”

“Does it turn you on that this is how I’m dressed right now?” A flush spreads across your body and you aren’t sure if it’s from the way his voice sounds or the embarrassment to admit how attractive you think he looks in this specific outfit. “It’s just you and I, princess,” he adds, slipping his hands from your grasp and placing them on top of yours. “We’re in our home…we can do whatever we want here. We can say whatever we want here.”

“Fuck, Seunghyun,” you mumble, shifting your weight to to press your body against his.

“Tell me, princess,” he groans in your ear, grinding against you softly. “Does it turn you on?”

“Yes,” you whisper. “It does. Please let me see you.”

“You don’t have to beg me, baby.” You can hear Seunghyun smiling as he speaks, and it increases the butterflies in your stomach. He releases his hold on your hands, allowing you to turn around and face him.

You could try for years and you wouldn’t be able to pinpoint what turns you on about this look in particular. Being close to him while he’s dressed this way, being able to touch him like you’d envisioned before, you find it hard to focus on what it is you want to do. Your eyes dart all over him, taking in the teal waistcoat, the orange tie, the purple suit, and the contacts.

“Go to the bedroom,” Seunghyun directs, his eyes focused on your mouth. “Take off your clothes.” You nod, still lost in your thoughts about how he looks, not completely tuned into what he says. “Go,” he urges, squeezing your side.

You follow instructions, going to the bedroom and taking off your clothes. You’re down to your bra and panties when Seunghyun walks into the room, walking slowly, almost a strut, as he sizes you up. You feel nervous under his gaze, bringing back the old feelings from when you first began your relationship with him. He notices your sudden shyness, and sidles up to you, placing his hand against your lower back to hold you close.

“Relax,” Seunghyun whispers with a smile. “If you feel shy, remember: you’re home with me.” When you nod in response, he places a soft kiss to your lips and then slips past you to climb onto the bed, settling comfortably at the head of the bed with his back against the pillows.

Even with his contacts in, you can read the adoration in his expression as you remove the rest of your clothes and step towards the side of the bed. He holds out his gloved hand, and you take it to support your movements as he leads you onto the bed, straddling him.

“Now,” Seunghyun says, setting his hands on your hips and urging you to press your weight fully onto him. “What do you want to do?” The fabric of his pants rubs against you as you squirm, trying to avoid the urge to fully grind against him. “Is that what you pictured?” he asks, peering up at you for a moment before averting his gaze to his lap to watch you rub against him. “You’re wet already just from talking?”

“You get me like this,” you whisper, leaning in for a kiss.

Seunghyun smiles against your lips, then quickly slips his tongue into your mouth. You feel the leather of his glove as one of his hands slides from your hip up to your ribs, painfully slow until he cups your breast. You pull in a breath, leaning back to give him a bit of space to do what he wants.

The sight of him looking up at you while he drags his thumb across your nipple, a sheepish expression on his face that you’re certain is his way of teasing you with those contacts in, is almost too much to bear. He leans closer again, pressing a kiss to your other breast, near your nipple, while his thumb teases the opposite. He traces around your nipple with the tip of his tongue, then takes it into his mouth. You thread your fingers through his hair to hold him close, grinding your hips against him. When Seunghyun’s teeth graze over your nipple, you tighten your grip on his hair, giving a small tug without really meaning to.

“Mmm,” he hums, tipping his head back, looking up at you as he licks his lips. “I would have moved you in with me sooner if I knew this is what I’d be treated to.”

Seunghyun slides his hands over your body, the leather gloves rubbing against the skin of your stomach and your thighs. The sensation begins to feel too synthetic and you ache to feel his soft hands on you instead, so you grab his wrists to stop him. He peers up at you with his brow furrowed at first until you begin to remove the gloves.

“I should have known better than to keep my hands hidden from you,” he mutters, a smirk spreading across his lips, as you toss the gloves to the floor. “How do you want me to touch you now?” He licks his lips and tilts his head to the side to catch your gaze. “What did you think of me doing to you while dressed like this?”

“You can do whatever you want,” you sigh, grasping the sides of his face to angle his head up to kiss him deeply. Seunghyun’s fingers curl around your hips, coaxing you to grind against him again. “Fuck,” you mutter against his lips, pressing your forehead to his when you feel him through his pants. “You love to talk about how wet I get, but I can feel how hard you are right now.”

“You should know how much you turn me on by now, princess,” he mutters, gripping your hips more firmly to force you to move faster. “Knowing how much you need me…and how much you think about me…I love you, baby.”

“I love you, too.”

“Hmm, you look so beautiful like this,” he breathes, kissing your jaw and your neck tenderly. When you circle your hips, Seunghyun lets out a strangled groan and gives a surprisingly hard bite to your neck.

“Fuck!” you gasp, grabbing his shoulders. He looks up at you with a slightly worried expression, but you only grind yourself faster against him.

“Was that okay?” he asks. “I know we haven’t really—”

“It felt really good,” you whimper.

“You like that, hm?” he asks, with a smirk.

“You’re going to make me come on your lap if we do this too much longer.”

The expression on his face shifts to something mischievous, as though he takes your words as a challenge instead of a warning. He tries to urge you to quicken your pace by squeezing your hips, but you tense, slowing your movements as you begin to conjure up a new idea. You smile, reaching between your bodies, undoing his belt.

Seunghyun licks his lips in anticipation, watching as you unfasten his pants and shift your hips enough to reach into his briefs. As soon as your fingers make contact with him, you tug him free from the fabric, stroking over the length of him at a slow pace. You pause for a moment to slip your fingers between your own thighs, gathering your juices and using them to coat his erection.

You loved hearing the noises of restraint that Seunghyun let rattle in his chest, but you loved hearing him be vocal much more. Placing your free hand under his chin, you tilt his head upwards so he peers into your eyes, the contact lenses and his cheeky grin causing another flip in your stomach.

“We don’t have to hide our moans anymore,” you tell him. “Not in our home.”

“I think you only enjoy me losing control,” Seunghyun retorts, closing the space to kiss you quickly. His eyebrows quirk up as you tease the head of his erection between your clit and your entrance. “I’ll moan for you, my good girl,” he whispers. “I’ll do anything for you.”

You get lost in the way he speaks to you, his voice deep and sincere, but vulnerable. Your mind wanders to the question of how you got so lucky to be in Seunghyun’s life, in his home, in his bed. Now that you have him, you can’t imagine your life without him.

“Hey,” Seunghyun says, saying your name so gently as if he’s worried he’d break it. “Are you okay?” You tune back in, finding his worried gaze on you, waiting for an answer.

“I’m great.”

The worry fades from his face, replaced with a sly smirk that usually precedes something naughty. He maneuvers one of his hands between your thighs, slipping his fingers through your folds, getting them covered in your slick. You whimper softly, his gaze never breaking from yours while he teases your clit.

“I want you to come on my fingers first,” Seunghyun says, making certain that you watch his mouth as he speaks. “I want to feel you dripping down my hand.” You part your lips to respond, but he pushes his index and middle fingers into you slowly. “Mmm, princess,” he whispers, once his fingers are buried inside of you as deep as he can get them. “You’re clenching my fingers so tight.”

Seunghyun begins to pump his fingers into you, slowly at first, while he allows his other hand to start rubbing your clit. You can’t help your hips from moving against his motions, your eyes slipping closed and your head tipping back so you can moan into the air.

“Fuck, Seunghyun, baby,” you whimper, fisting the shoulders of his jacket as you roll your hips into his touch. “I love you.”

“You love me for fingering you?” Seunghyun chuckles, quickening his pace. “I know you’re close. I can feel it.” You nod your head, rolling it forward again so you can look into his eyes. The contacts make his eyes more devious than usual, watching you like he wants to write about what he sees.

His speed increases, the thrusting of his fingers in time with the circular motions on your clit, working you faster towards your orgasm. Your hand trembles as you move to loosen his tie and release the top buttons of his shirt so you can have unobstructed access to his neck. You have to pay him back for that bite he gave you earlier.

As soon as your mouth makes contact with his neck, you lose focus. You know that you’re biting and sucking on his skin, but you’re only aware of the orgasm that is creeping through your body. Your movement feels sloppy, and you can hear Seunghyun say something to you in a deep, raspy voice.

The sensations overload your mind, pushing you closer and closer until finally you reach your climax. You break from Seunghyun’s neck to moan his name between words of praise, your legs trembling to hold your weight.

“Good girl,” Seunghyun encourages, continuing to work you hard and fast to help you through your orgasm. “My good girl.”

When he finally slows to a stop, and pulls his fingers from you, he offers you his hand and you obediently take him by his wrist to slide his fingers into your mouth. You suck on his fingers, maintaining eye contact with him while you clean his digits of the taste of you. As Seunghyun watches your mouth, he uses his free hand to stroke himself. When his movement catches your attention, you start to pump his fingers into your mouth at the same pace that his hand works.

”Jesus,” Seunghyun rasps, the corner of his mouth pulling up into a smirk, mesmerized by you.

When you pull his fingers from your mouth, Seunghyun responds with a disappointed expression, but you lean in to give him a kiss. The kiss was meant to be brief, just a little tease, but when he gets a taste of you on your lips, he presses his free hand to the back of your head to keep you where he wants you.

He kisses you deeply, and you can’t help but moan into his mouth at the way his tongue feels against yours. It feels childish to say but you love kissing him; you could spend the rest of your life kissing him if he’d let you. He kisses like it’s the last time he’ll have the chance to do it, like he’s desperate for your kiss. Sometimes it’s sloppy and messy and needy, but today it’s passionate, pulling small whimpers from you and hums of approval from him.

You’re reluctant to break the kiss, but you need to feel him again, you need more. You press your hands to his shoulders to push him away gently, his lazy, kiss-drunk expression not lost on you but you try your best to ignore it, knowing that he’ll be able to pull you in for more kisses and you wouldn’t object. You can feel his eyes on you as you move from his lap kneeling between his legs instead, finally taking a moment to really appreciate the sight of him.

In this costume, with his tie loose, his cheeks tinged with pink, his hand still stroking himself slowly with his eyes locked into your face, it’s better than anything you ever imagined before. You lean over his lap, pressing your hands against the mattress on either side of his thighs to brace yourself. He takes the hint and guides the head of his cock into your mouth before letting go and allowing you to do what you please.

You twirl your tongue around his tip inside of your mouth before taking him deeper. You bob your head over him slowly, only taking him about halfway into your mouth but hollowing out your cheeks to apply more suction. Seunghyun lets out a small groan, his hands gently grasping your forearms as if he didn’t know where else to put them.

“You always need to feel me in your mouth, don’t you?” Seunghyun mumbles, the smile apparent in his voice. You hum around him, causing him to pull in a breath through his teeth. “Fuck,” he mutters, fingers tightening around your arms.

You start to work faster, allowing him to go deeper and deeper into your mouth until he reaches the back of your throat. His hips lift off of the bed slightly, as if he’s hesitant to move but you hum an affirmation around him, hoping it will coax him to continue.

“You want me to fuck your mouth?” Seunghyun asks, his voice strained, as if he struggles to even speak the words he’s so overcome. You hum again, relaxing your jaw to afford him the space to work.

One of Seunghyun’s hands presses to the base of your head to keep you still while his other hand braces against the mattress. He pulls his knees closer around your body to support his movements as he begins to thrust into your mouth. It’s shallow at first, gentle but he doesn’t maintain the pace long. When he pushes deeper, hitting the back of your throat, he starts to thrust faster and harder, letting out whimpered breaths as he goes.

“Can you—?”

“Mhm,” you affirm, knowing exactly what he wants to do. He groans softly, burying himself as deep as he can in your mouth. You gag around him, swallowing to tease him, which pulls a deeper groan from his chest.

You bring one of your hands between his legs to massage him, knowing how much he loves it. The action catches him by surprise, making him let out a much more vulnerable moan than you have heard from him. He quickly pulls your head away from him and drops his hips back to the bed, both of you breathing hard.

“You’re a little tease,” Seunghyun chuckles, watching you try to regulate your breaths with a smile on your face.

“Sorry, I got carried away,” you reply, stroking your hand over him.

“Climb back up here, princess.”

“You’re overdressed,” you reply. “I want to feel all of you.”

He doesn’t like being completely naked. Across your time together, you can count on one hand the number of times he’s taken off all of his clothes in front of you. A brief flash of uncertainty appears on his face, so you employ the phrase that he frequently tells you.

“It’s just you and I, baby,” you whisper, watching him smile faintly. He cups your jaw, rubbing his thumb across your lips.

“Anything for you.”

Seunghyun stands beside the bed, pulling his tie off first then slipping his jacket from his arms next. You watch the apprehension fade from his face, being replaced with more confidence when he sees how transfixed you are. Once all of his clothes are on the floor, he strokes his hand over his length, sizing you up as he tries to figure out how he wants you.

Still on your knees, you scoot to one side of the bed to allow him to climb back in, laying on his back before he nods for you to climb on. You crawl towards him to straddle one of his thighs, leaning over his body to press gentle kisses to his chest and his neck.

“You already gave me one mark,” he mutters, his hand cradling the back of your head as he feels you sucking on his collarbone. “You want to leave more?”

“No one will see them but us,” you mutter against his skin. He chuckles softly in response, allowing you to continue on your task until you’re satisfied. “There,” you mumble, pressing a kiss to the mark you left.

“All done?” Seunghyun chuckles, attempting to look down at the hickey. You grin, staying on your knees as you press your chest against his, so you can kiss him. “I love you,” he mumbles against your lips, as you share a tender kiss.

“I love you, too.”

You get lost in the kiss, it’s soft and careful, like neither of you want to push. Until you feel his fingers begin to slowly tease his fingers along your slit; you let a delicate moan out against his lips, surprising yourself at just how soft you sound. You can’t take much more teasing at this point, all you can think about is feeling him inside of you.

As though he can sense your desire, Seunghyun takes hold of your bros to help you straddle him fully. You reach between your bodies, guiding him inside of you and settling down onto him, taking him all the way to the hilt.

“You’re so…fucking tight,” Seunghyun grinds out, closing his eyes and dropping his head against the pillow.

It makes you blush, hearing him speak like this; he does enjoy dirty talk but he seldom speaks quite so blunt. You press your hands to his chest, enjoying the feeling of his warm skin for a moment until you press harder to his pecs for support. Seunghyun’s eyes flutter open, finding yours immediately, a smirk on his face.

You rock your hips against him, feeling him as deep as you can with each motion. Seunghyun’s hands grasp your waist, keeping your movements steady. You find yourself fixated on his eyes again, the contacts making his gaze much more mischievous and sexy than you expected. It drives you to increase your pace.

“You’re too much of a tease,” Seunghyun mutters, his hands grabbing the back of your thighs now to keep you still. He begins to thrust upwards, faster and deeper; you gasp in surprise, pressing harder against his chest to support your weight.

“Fuck, baby,” you moan, your arms trembling to try to support your weight. Seunghyun notices and quickly wraps his arms around your torso, pulling you down to kiss you as he thrusts faster.

You rock your hips to meet his quick thrusts, moaning and whimpering into the kiss as you feel your climax approaching. Seunghyun moves to kiss your neck now, mumbling encouragement to you through gritted teeth.

“You’re going to come for me again? I love to feel you squeezing me like this. Fuck, you feel incredible.”

The way his voice sounds, desperate and rumbling in his chest, pushes you to your climax. You dig your nails into his shoulders, moaning against his chest and he keeps thrusting through your orgasm. When you collapse against him, his thrusts slow until they are just shallow pumps, barely pushing past his tip. He rubs your thighs soothingly, kissing the top of your head.

“Good girl,” he whispers. “You always do so good for me.” You kiss his neck over and over, trailing up to his mouth so you can press your lips to his. He laughs softly into the kiss, squeezing your hips hard enough for you to feel how tender they are from his grip already.

You get an idea. Almost every time you’ve had sex with Seunghyun, it’s been missionary or cowgirl. Apart from Valentine’s Day, that is. You plant one more kiss on his lips before climbing off him and crawling towards the foot of the bed. You settle onto your hands and knees, looking back at him expectantly.

“Oh, that’s how you want me, princess?” Seunghyun asks, moving to rest on his knees behind you.

“I know you can get deeper like this,” you say, arching your back to press your backside closer to him.

Seunghyun takes hold of your hip, using his other hand to guide himself into you again. He bottoms out, both of his hands not gripping your hips to keep you from moving until he’s ready.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to feel you come inside of me, baby,” you whine, swaying your hips to grind yourself against him.

“Mmm, you’re getting nasty for me now, princess?” he asks, pinching your side playfully. “You were keeping this hidden from me all this time.”

“You told me you wanted me to be a dirty girl for you if you wore that outfit,” you retort. “The contacts really got to me.” You hear Seunghyun hum appreciatively, before he gives you a sharp slap on your backside. You gasp in surprise, fisting the sheets beneath you.

“I can tell you like that,” he rasps, rubbing where he just spanked. “You’re squeezing so tight right now.”

Realizing that you’re able to move since he’s no longer grabbing your hips, you rock forward, pulling off of him until only his tip is inside of you. You crane your neck to look over your shoulder to see him running a hand through his hair, eyes cutting from between your bodies to your face.

When he sees the look on your face, Seunghyun grabs your waist, pulling you back towards him so he’s buried inside of you again. He keeps you still as he begins to work into you, thrusting hard but slower than you expect. Each pump pushes him deeper than you imagined possible, and you rock against him to meet his thrusts.

You drop down to your elbows, your arms getting too weak to support your weight. Seunghyun’s hands grip your hips more firmly, pulling you back harder than you were able to move. You can hear him panting, still stifling his moans much to your disappointment. Reaching one hand behind you and taking hold of his forearm, you yank him so he bends over you with his chest pressed to your back.

“You know you don’t…fuck,” you stop short when Seunghyun’s hand finds its way between your thighs to rub your clit. He leaves small kisses and bites along your shoulder, chuckling softly, but you reach back again, threading your fingers through his hair so you can tug hard. Now he moans against your skin, his hips giving a sharp thrust. “That sounds so sexy, baby,” you mutter, grinding against his hand as he still teases your clit. “Please don’t hide it.”

“Sexy?” Seunghyun breathes, readjusting his grip on you. “Mmm, you know how much I love hearing you say that.”

Seunghyun places one more kiss on your shoulder before sitting upright again, resuming his thrusts. He wastes no time building his pace again, only giving a few slow pumps before he reaches the same speed as before. Each thrust hits you harder than the last, the sound of your skin slapping echoing through the air, and you can’t help but moan at how good it feels.

When you hear Seunghyun release a moan of his own, his hips briefly losing time, your hands fist the sheets again, taken by how good he sounds. You clench around him just to get another moan from him, this one sounding even better than the last. You become aware of how flushed your skin is, cold and hot at the same time, your desire beginning to overwhelm you.

You maneuver one of your hands between your thighs, rubbing quickly at your clit when you feel your climax approaching. You’re certain Seunghyun won’t be far behind, judging from the frantic pace he has set and his firm grip on your hips. Your moans are unrestricted now, all of your care to keep quiet nonexistent as you moan his name, begging for him not to stop. Seunghyun’s moans, though not quite as loud as yours, vibrate through you, deep and rumbling; you could get off just listening to him moan.

When your climax hits, you feel like it knocks the wind out of you, all of your moans escaping you and leaving you gasping. Seunghyun doesn’t stop, continuing to work into you as he chases his own climax. You try to regain your breath, the waves of your orgasm coursing through you and seeming never ending, but finally you let out a moan of Seunghyun’s name, which seems to drive him to go harder.

“Please come inside of me,” you beg. “Let me feel you come inside of me, baby. You always take such good care of me. Let me feel you.”

“Fuck,” Seunghyun grinds out, his hips starting to stutter as he finally reaches his own climax.

The sensation of him finishing inside of you always feels incredible, you think it’s the best feeling you’ve ever known. The way he groans your name, his voice so deep but still soft, that beautiful desperation you love to hear from him ringing in your ears, it’s a sound you could hear for the rest of your life and never grow tired.

Seunghyun drops onto you, though he tries to brace some of his weight by pressing her hands to the mattress on either side of your body. You reach over your shoulder again, pulling him gently by his hair so you can turn to kiss him softly.

“Let me see you,” you mutter against his lips.

Seunghyun carefully pulls out of you, maneuvering to lay on his side next to you before he helps you roll into his arms, facing him. He cups your jaw, stroking his thumb over your lips while his eyes study your face. You feel overcome with love for him, unlike you have before, all because of him wearing this stupid outfit for you.

“Are you okay?” Seunghyun asks, his voice raspy.

“More than okay. I’ve never loved anyone like I love you, Seunghyun.”

“Hmm, I was just thinking the same thing.” You scoot closer, cuddling against his chest and giving him a tender kiss on the lips. You stare into one another’s eyes for a moment, and you see beyond his contacts, trying to read what he thinks. “Thank you for making me feel the way you see me,” he says after a moment.

“Thank you for letting me.” Seunghyun smiles in return, planting a kiss on the corner of your mouth. “You know,” you begin, trying to hide your smile. “I was thinking of when you asked me to move in with you…and you said we can do this every night. Multiple orgasms every night for the rest of our lives might be too much; I may need a few days of rest in between.” He takes your hand and laces his fingers with yours, studying the way they fit together.

“The rest of our lives,” he says, echoing your words as he rolls onto his back and pulls you gently on top of him. “It still doesn’t sound like enough time with you. I think we have a lot of lost time to make up for, princess.” He kisses your knuckles one at a time, then looks into your eyes. “I don’t think it matters what we do,” he adds. “We can do this every day, we can rest, we can go for walks, we can travel the world. As long as it’s just you and I, that’s more than enough for me.”

[arcane-vagabond]

Two Birds: Chapter One

Two Birds: Chapter One

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader x Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Summary: Growing up in the midwest meant that you weren't exposed to many of the dangers of the world, and it also meant that you missed out on some of what life had to offer. Taking a leap, you move to New York City with a few personal belongings and the little money you have left in your savings. You become good friends with your roommate and, by extension, the people at the club she works at. However, it isn't long until you catch the eye of not one, but two mafia bosses that rule the city with an iron grip. Will you stay out of their clutches, or will you give in and become another pawn in their wicked games? (Mafia!AU)

Content Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of guilt, Gentlemen's club (off hours), Flirting, Handsy Bradley and Jake, Pet names, no use of y/n. I think that's it, but please let me know if I missed something!

Word Count: 3.9k

Series Masterlist || Main Masterlist

A couple of weeks had passed, and you were now entering your third month of living in the city. Annie had been right, you had become fast friends after long nights spent gabbing about anything and everything, and late mornings after the previous night’s binge drinking. Your roommate was a fun, happy-go-lucky soul, and you loved her all the more for it.

Your job at one of the local bakeries near the heart of the city provided you with enough money for your portion of the rent, food, and enough to spend however you saw fit, a feat you still weren’t sure how you managed. Your boss was a lovely older woman in her mid-fifties who greeted you with a smile every morning as you clocked in for your shift. Thankfully, she preferred to do the early, early morning prep work herself along with her daughter, so you weren’t expected to walk through the doors until sometime around eight every morning.

You enjoyed the tediousness of the job, the routine giving you something to latch on to in the unfamiliarity of the big city. Annie had been coaching you diligently on how to navigate the never-ending, concrete streets and sprawling subways. Your Midwest manners were quickly stamped down by your burgeoning experience with the different crowds that inhabited the city.

“Don’t walk around at night by yourself if you can avoid it,” Annie had told you during your first week there, the two of you headed back to the apartment after you had decided to go out for dinner. “There are a bunch of crazies out here, Mousie. Me? I’m used to this place, but you got that air about you that just invites people to take advantage.”

You hummed, trotting a few paces to try and keep up with her much longer legs. She cast you a sideways glance with a grimace of an apology.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean anything bad by it,” she sighed, hands pushed into her pockets as she slowed slightly to give you a break. “You’ll perfect the art of the ‘don’t fuck with me’ vibe before you know it, Mouse.”

And you liked to think that you had come along way in the few weeks you had spent in the city, perfecting your mean, scary face so that people wouldn’t approach you. Some still did, but the number had certainly decreased. Though, you still felt the nagging feeling of guilt every time you outright ignored someone, averting your eyes and hanging your head as you walked a little faster down the street.

Today was a day you, thankfully, had off. Though, you still rose early, your body already used to the schedule of the bakery, and as you stretched in bed, your mind wandered to the container of chocolate chip cookies that sat on the counter in the kitchen. A gift from your boss, albeit they were cookies that would have been thrown in the trash anyway due to their age of only two days.

You lay in bed for the next half hour, dozing as the light of the day streamed in past your curtains, illuminating your still plainly decorated room. Annie had offered to take you shopping for more decor, but you had insisted on earning your own money and paying for your own decor.

“It’s not like I don’t have the extra cash, babe,” she told you, lips pulled back into a grimace as she watched you flit about the apartment.

“I’m serious, Annie,” you told her, glancing over your shoulder at her as you set the mop to the side. “It’s not that I don’t appreciate it, but I don’t want to take advantage of your kindness either.”

“How is it taking advantage if I’m offering?” She muttered with a scoff. You had shot her a warning look before placing your hands on your hips.

“I need to prove to myself that I can do this,” you sighed, feeling your shoulders slump.

“Alright, alright,” she relented, giving you an understanding smile. “But if I give you gifts, you have to accept them. It’s a law or something.”

You smiled fondly at the memory, pulling a pillow close to your chest, one of Annie’s many “gifts” as she called them. Your eyes flickered open with a stifled yawn before you lazily rolled over on to your feet. You padded out the door and down the hall to your shared bathroom, Annie’s soft snores filtering out past her closed door. Her job often kept her up until the early morning hours, and there were days where you were headed off to work just as she was walking through the door.

You brushed your teeth and got ready for the rest of the day, settling on a pair of faded jeans, a plain, white t-shirt underneath a beige cardigan and a pair of simple sneakers. You didn’t have much planned for the day, but you had been meaning to check out one of the bookstores downtown. Your groceries were getting low too, and you knew you’d have to go and get more soon, adding a trip to the grocery store to your list of things to do that day. You settled on the couch with a cup of tea, inhaling the aromatic steam that wafted up towards you as you turned on the TV, the news popping up to greet you. A string of violent crimes plagued the city, but you had slowly become accustomed to that news as well during your time there.

Eventually, you grew bored with the news, choosing instead to turn on the latest crime documentary from Netflix, the serious tones of the detectives and witnesses filling the quiet, morning air and lulling you back to a place somewhere between sleep and awake.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed when the sound of Annie’s door opening jolted you awake. You blinked, shuffling to sit up on the couch just as she trudged through the doorway, rubbing sleep from her eyes and looking around blearily.

“Wha’ time’s it?” She asked, voice thick with sleep as she rubbed her face. Her hair was sticking up every which way, her eyes still ringed with the tinges of last night’s makeup. You knew she must have had a particularly late night.

“Uh,” you started, glancing at the clock above the stove, “just before noon.”

“Shit!” She hollered out, eyes growing wide and panicked as she turned to sprint back into her room. You heard a commotion from her room before footsteps sounded in the hall, leading to the bathroom where the shower creaked to life, the spray hitting the tub. You sighed, hoisting yourself up off the couch to rinse your mug out in the sink. The shower didn’t run long, and soon you heard the creak of the valves turning off, soft thuds and movement coming from behind the door. Annie burst out, drying her hair furiously as she padded into her room wearing nothing but the small towel wrapped around her.

“Cannot believe I overslept,” she griped, her door closed just enough to provide herself some privacy as you waited in the kitchen.

“It’s a bit early for you to head down to the club, isn’t it?” You asked, brow furrowing. Usually, Annie didn’t head in for another couple of hours, and you heard her let out a huff as she appeared back in the kitchen dressed in a pair of jeans, fitted black top and matching heels. Even running late, she still looked immaculate.

“Bosses want us there extra early today to try out some new routines,” she explained.

“Bosses?” You frowned. “I thought your boss was Reuben?”

“He is,” she assured you, digging through her purse to make sure her keys were still inside. “But the big bosses are coming in today.”

“Who are the big bosses?” You asked, leaning over the counter. She paused, pressing her lips firmly together before giving you an uncertain look.

“No one you wanna get involved with, Mousie,” she said finally. “I mean, they’re nice enough guys, but…”

She trailed off, and the implication wasn’t lost on you. You offered her a tight smile, glancing at the stovetop clock once more before waving her off.

“You better get going before you’re even more late,” you warned, nodding to the time. She cursed again, shouting a quick “thanks” over her shoulder as she sped out the apartment, the door slamming closed behind her. You let out a sigh, rolling your eyes affectionately after her before grimacing at the apartment. Perhaps you would make it to that bookstore another time. For now, you settled on grabbing your own purse to go grocery shopping.

You had just made it back into the apartment when your phone buzzed. You settled the bags on top of the counter, your fingers aching with the strain of the multitude of bags before fishing your phone out of your bag. Annie’s name flashed across the top, and you quickly unlocked your phone before your eyes landed on the all too familiar words.

I forgot something at the apartment.

Could you grab it for me and bring it by the club pretty please? :(

You huffed out a laugh, typing out a quick response to let her know that of course you would bring whatever it was she forgot to the club for her.

You’re the best! Came her even quicker reply, and you just knew she had been pacing nervously backstage, biting her fingers in that terrible habit she had when she was nervous.

It’s a pair of silver heels and a hot pink boa. They should be on my desk chair. You can’t miss them!

You shook your head, noting how she herself missed them in her rush out the door this morning, but dutifully made your way to her room, pushing the door open as you stepped inside. Sure enough, the heels and the boa lay draped on top of the chair in question, and you quickly gathered them up in your arms to bring back into the kitchen. You grabbed your phone, firing off a quick reply.

I’ve gotta put groceries up really quick, but then I’ll head over. Give me about an hour?

Anything for you, Mouse! I owe you!

You laughed outright at that. This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for your roommate, and you often found yourself making the trip down to the club to bring her something she forgot. You set your phone down and made fairly quick work of the groceries, storing the bags underneath the sink for later use. You grabbed your things before grabbing the heels and the boa, pausing to grab the box of cookies that still sat on the counter before making your way out the door and locking it behind you.

It was about a twenty-minute train ride to the neighborhood where Annie worked, and you exited the subway with a squint as your eyes readjusted to the daylight. You walked a block south, coming upon the familiar, unassuming building with a sign that read “The Hard Deck” in a pretty, pink scrawl across the top of the entrance. A man dressed in all black stood by the door, his face mean and intimidating with eyes hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses. You grinned up at him as you approached, and a hint of a smile pulled on his lips as he caught sight of you.

“Hey Tony,” you greeted, wiggling your fingers with the hand that held the heels and the boa. “How’s your day been?”

“It’s better now that you’re here, Mouse,” he chuckled, relaxing his posture somewhat. “I take it Annie forgot something again?”

“Yeah,” you shrugged, rolling your eyes playfully. “Name a time she hasn’t, you know?”

He laughed at that, his head resting against the brick of the building as he rolled his shoulders out.

“She used to tear out of here like a bat from hell before you came to town, ya know,” he grinned. “Wonder what she’s gonna do when you’re not around anymore to spoil her like this.”

“Well,” you started, “hopefully that won’t be for a while yet. Now, do you want a cookie before the others eat them all?”

“Thought you’d never ask,” he laughed, pushing off from the side of the building to peek into the box you held in your hand. He grabbed one, taking a bite and humming as you walked past him and into the building.

When you had first found yourself stepping into Annie’s work, you had been apprehensive, expecting a seedy, little hole in the wall with sticky floors and tacky decor. Instead, you were greeted with a clean, sultry business that Annie told you had earned a reputation of being the best in the city.

“It’s actually pretty classy,” she had told you when you first asked her about what she did for a living. “It’s a lot of high end clients that frequent there, and they tip pretty well too. It’s decent pay to begin with and the manager is a pretty good guy too.”

You had met Reuben on one of your first trips to the club, the handsome man not being at all what you expected from a manager. He was young, for one thing, hovering somewhere between mid-thirties and forty if you had to guess. He was dressed to the nines every time you saw him, a friendly smile always on his face as he greeted you. He was nowhere to be seen now as you strolled into the Hard Dark, voices filtering out from different areas of the large room and from backstage as your eyes swept the area.

There were no windows, the only lights coming from the artificial ones that hung overhead. The main color was black, a red carpet curving across the floor and red drapes hanging from off the walls with gold accents placed everywhere. It gave a feeling of old Hollywood, almost.

“There you are!”

You turned just as Annie rushed over to you, pulling you in for a tight hug. She pulled away, grabbing her heels and boa from you.

“You’re a lifesaver, Mousie!” She beamed, and you waved her off.

“I wasn’t doing much anyway,” you told her, shifting the box of cookies into your now free hand. “I brought the cookies too for everyone.”

“You’re so sweet, babe. Come hang out with us for a while,” she cooed, pulling you further towards the main stage. Familiar faces of the different staff greeted you as you walked through, several waving and others following you once they spotted the bright pink box in your hands. You often brought goodies from the bakery, making you an instant hit with the employees at the club.

“What did you bring for us today, Mouse?” Bryan, one of the bartenders called.

“Cookies!” You called back with a smile.

“You’re such a godsend, hun,” said Lindsey, one of the other dancers. “I never have time to go to this place before it closes.”

“One of the perks of being roomies with an employee there,” Annie grinned at her, swiping a cookie as you set the box down on the stage and opened the lid. Several others clambered toward the stage to snag a cookie before retreating and allowing the next wave in. You were so caught up in the conversations happening around you that you didn’t notice the figure come out from the back.

“What’s going on here?” A deep timber asked. You noticed Annie stiffen visibly beside you before turning your head to look at the newcomer. He was tall, brown hair curled against his forehead that pointed towards a pair of golden brown eyes. Scars littered the golden skin of his face, and you couldn’t help but notice the strong muscles that lay hidden beneath his dress shirt. Your lips twitched at the sight of the mustache that hung above his upper lip, but you quickly tamped it down as you took in the nervous faces around you. He swaggered over towards where you stood, the small crowd parting easily for him, and you had to tilt your head back just to meet his gaze.

“Shouldn’t you all be working?” He pointed out. His voice was light, playful even, but the underlying warning in his tone was palpable, and all but Annie and yourself hastened to get away. You swallowed slightly, shifting uneasily at the change in the atmosphere. Annie stood still next to you, not saying a word which was unlike her.

“And who might you be?” He asked, leaning against the stage with a smirk. “Think I would have remembered a pretty face like yours. You lookin’ for a job, hm?”

“She’s my roommate,” Annie replied before you could say anything. “She’s just stopping by to drop off a few things I forgot is all.”

“Is that so?” The man hummed, peeling his eyes away from you long enough to cast her an unreadable look before they shifted back to you. “So you’re the little mouse Reuben mentioned pops by from time to time, huh?”

“I guess,” you muttered, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt as you looked anywhere but at him. You felt his smirk grow as he leaned into you, his nose almost brushing yours in the process. You squeaked at the sudden proximity, eyes widening as the smell of his cologne encircled you, the scent of sandalwood, vanilla, and something woodsy ensnaring you as he spoke.

“My name’s Bradley, Mouse,” he murmured, lips curling into a sultry smile as he laced a finger through the loop of your jeans. “You gonna give me a taste?”

You had the distinct feeling that he wasn’t talking about the cookies that still sat on the stage. Without thinking, you grabbed the box, bringing it between you and Bradley, putting some distance between the two of you enough so that you could try to scramble for a coherent thought.

“Here,” you squeaked. Bradley looked stunned for a second, brown eyes wide as he looked from you, down towards the box. There was a moment of still silence before he tossed his head back with a loud laugh, one that caused several people nearby to jump. He looked back at you with a wicked grin, taking the box from your hand and putting it back on the stage with an added chuckle. He grabbed your waist, pulling you flush against him and bringing a hand up to cradle your face as he leaned down, his breath fanning over you.

“I might just have to keep you, honey,” he purred, eyes hooded as he drank you in. Your face warmed at the combination of his words and his hand around your waist that slowly started to wander.

“What are you doing, Rooster?”

You jumped at the new voice, turning your head with a gasp as your eyes landed on the stranger standing next to Reuben. His square jaw was clenched in what you could only assume was annoyance, narrowed, green eyes moving from Bradley down to you. His face softened slightly, brow arching as he took you in. You thought you saw his lips twitch in the hint of a smirk before neutrality settled over his features once more.

“Hey, Mouse!” Reuben greeted, his friendly demeanor almost unnerving. He acted as if you weren’t being held captive in the arms of a strange man, instead looking from you towards where Annie stood behind you. “I didn’t know you were stopping by today.”

“Annie forgot something,” you offered weakly, breath still ragged from how close Bradley still held you.

“Rooster,” the blond man spoke up, his voice commanding attention, “you’re scaring the poor thing. Why don’t you let her go?”

Bradley grunted but let you go slowly, shooting you a wink as you backed up a couple of steps. The blond man stepped forward, hands shoved into the pockets of his expensive looking pants as a slow smirk crawled onto his lips.

“So you’re the little mouse we’ve heard so much about,” he drawled, stopping just in front of you. You shrugged, not saying anything as you averted your gaze. The man arched a brow at you, taking a hand out of his pocket to place a finger underneath your chin, lifting it so that you met his emerald gaze.

“Words, darlin’,” he purred, something twinkling in his gaze as you looked at him. You swallowed thickly.

“Yes,” you replied, earning a hum. The man’s finger traced along your jaw before his hand cupped the side of your neck gently, almost possessively.

“Good girl,” he praised, and something inside of you unexpectedly preened at the words. He leaned forward, the smell of patchouli and a hint of citrus hitting your nose at the movement. His lips brushed against your ear as he murmured, “my name is Jake.”

A shiver ran up your spine, and you felt his lips curl into a grin at your reaction.

“Shouldn’t we be getting back to business?” Bradley snapped, looking put out as Jake withdrew from you. The blond snorted with a roll of his eyes as he stepped back towards his companions.

“Since when do you give a shit?” He asked, the challenge hollow as he kept walking, Reuben quick to fall in line behind him. Bradley frowned as he watched Jake walk past, a muscle twitching in his jaw. His eyes looked back at you, lips curving in a thoughtful smile before shooting you a wink and following his two companions.

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding, Annie coming up behind you quickly.

“I am so sorry,” she cried, blue eyes big and sorrowful.

“Why are you sorry?” You asked with a snort, brushing your hands down your rumpled shirt. “They’re the ones who’ve never heard of personal space, apparently.”

“Babe, do you not realize who they are?” She asked, brow furrowing as she studied you, lips pursing as she shook her head.

“Of course you don’t,” she muttered, placing a hand on her forehead as she sucked in a breath. “God, I’m so fucking stupid sometimes. How could I forget to tell you one of the most basic things?”

“Annie, what are you talking about?” You asked, crossing your arms as a sinking feeling came over you. Her eyes snapped open as she looked at you with an uncharacteristically solemn expression.

“There’s a lot more to this city than you realize,” she told you. “There are groups always grabbing for power and control of it, and right now there are two who are going head to head: the Daggers and the Harpies. You just met the two men who are in charge of the Dagger syndicate, Mouse: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin and Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw. ”

Your heart sank, and your head involuntarily whipped around towards where the group of men walked off to. You spotted them sitting in one of the booths, Reuben talking animatedly about something or other, but your stomach did a flip as you realized that both Jake and Bradley were already looking at you. The blond arched a brow at you while the brunette waggled his fingers at you with a playful smirk. Annie followed your gaze, sighing before continuing.

“And it looks like you’ve gone and caught their eye.”

A/N: Still trying to figure out where to take this one ngl, but I would love to hear your thoughts about what you'd want to see!

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Fix You-Part 4

Kelly Severide x Reader x Matt Casey/Sevasey x Reader

You decide you're staying in Chicago, with your boys

warnings: passing mentions of sex, someone getting shot

“So, let me get this straight” Rein started then stopped to laugh and you cut her off by asking “What are you laughing at woman?” she came back closer to the phone “My own wording? I said let me get this straight about you and a couple. That’s so far from straight” you stared at the phone for a moment and slowly shook your head. “You know if you ever met Kelly, you’d get this statement even more but mine and my brother’s taste in people significantly worries me” 

She gasped playfully then said “Wait, what about Matt?” you grinned “Oh, his taste in people worries me but woman ask your question I need to get ready for work” she took a breath to steady herself “Ok, ok. You were ready to fight another station house, correct?” “Hell yes. Their idiot captain put Matt, Kelly and Capp at risk” you replied and she made a noise that you knew was her sucking air between her teeth and you could practically see that little wrinkle that got between her eyebrows when she made that noise “But you then dove over Cruz’s shoulder to swing on that captain because he continued to antagonize Matt and Kelly” “Yeah, so?” you were starting to get a little defensive. 

“Then when you got the flu,regardless of the fact that they could’ve in turn got it and been out of work for days. They used the three days they were off to camp out on your couch and take care of you, correct?” you sighed “Yeah”    

Rein called your name almost gently and you winced “What?” “You have feelings for them and they have feelings for you” you couldn’t deny it. You knew you had feelings for Matt and Kelly but how would that even work? They were a couple, a committed couple. Hell that was stepping into even more than Fireball stepped into with her guys and you and her had gotten into some pretty deep late night talks about feelings of inadequacy. 

“I don’t know what to do about it” you admitted and she laughed lightly “Here’s an idea, I know it’s crazy but hear me out..talk to them”  you laughed “Rein,have I ever told you how much help you are?” she giggled “Glad to be of assistance sis. Now get to work with your hunky firemen. Your brother will be home soon and I know you don’t want him over hearing anything good” 

“Ok, love ya” “Love ya too” you hung up and stared at the phone for a minute before climbing out of bed. Laying here wasn’t getting anything done.

“I’m telling you, there is something on the roof” Sylvie was staring up at the roof of the ambulance as you pulled back up to fifty one from your last call. You cut her eyes at her “Wasn’t there a dead raccoon on the road like right under the tree we parked at?” she nodded and your eyes widened “What if we have a raccoon up there?” 

“I’ll call animal control” she hopped out of the rig to hit the number but you figured why the hell wait. You’d worked with animal control more than once in New York. You were certified in the safe handling of most smaller wildlife. You opened the door of the ambulance and hooked your foot in the side of it before pushing yourself up and climbing onto the roof. You caught Cruz’s voice saying “Someone go get Casey and Severide” and laughed. Why were you getting told on?

You heard something again and squatted down next to the lights to find two tiny gray bundles squeaking at you. Babies!

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“Why is she on top of the rig?” Matt asked Kelly, both of them staring up at you and wondering just how you'd managed to get up there that fast. Kelly shrugged “I'm not exactly sure. Sylvie said something about raccoons on the last call” 

Matt turned to look at his boyfriend like he'd grown a second head about the time he heard you call his name. He looked up, blocking his eyes from the sun to see you had two little furry bundles in your hands “Is that baby raccoons Spitfire?” He asked and you grinned “Yeah! Now one of you prop me a ladder up so it'll be easier to get down with the little guys. They were hid under the lights they're terrified” 

Kelly grinned “I got you sweetheart” and Matt shook his head “We're not keeping raccoons” he could hear you and Kelly already talking about what to name the raccoons.

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“Why can’t I keep it?” you asked Matt who smiled “They’re illegal to have as pets in illinois! The animal rescue that’s coming is run by Ritter’s cousin. She’s going to let you name them and even said you and Kelly can visit them all you want”  You sighed “Fine” he grinned “What are you gonna name em?” 

You cut your eyes at Kelly before running your fingers over the baby raccoon he held “This one is smokey” then held up the one in your hand “and this one is bandit” Kelly grinned “I love em” and Matt shook his head but you saw the corner of his lips tic up “I’ll let Glory know. Smokey and Bandit”

After Glory took the babies away you were helping to get dinner ready in the kitchen, mainly because your stomach was threatening to eat other organs if it didn’t get anything in it soon. Matt walked past you on a rather large growl of it and raised an eyebrow “Have you eaten anything today?” you shrugged “I think” and mentally cursed her when Sylvie popped up with “No! She hasn’t” you spun around “Snitch!”

Cruz laughed from where he was stirring the chili “I think personally we should all just not let you leave. I mean the snowball fight was the most fun we’ve had around here in a while” “Then the entertainment of her going after that captain” Tony added and you shook your head “Do I get a say in the matter?” Kelly stepped up behind you and you had to look up at him “Of course, but your temp contract is coming up where you could sign on to be permanent”

You opened your mouth to say something but clamped it back shut, afraid you’d stammer if you tried and Matt cleared his throat “That’s enough, everyone and that includes you baby. We aren’t gonna convince her to stay by cornering her”  you shot him a small smile “Thank you” and he nodded before saying “Of course, another station house..their captain may not take up for you like that” and grinned when you shook your head.

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You sat down next to Sylvie and felt your phone vibrate. You picked it up to see you’d been added to a group chat. When you clicked it, only you, Matt and Kelly were in it. You cut your eyes across the room and the two of them were already looking at you. Taking notes from Mouse and Jay now? Really?

Kelly: Something had to have worked. They got their girl

Matt: We’re trying to figure out how to get ours

You felt your face warm. What were they thinking? This was not when this discussion should be had. My contract is coming up,in 6 weeks

Matt: One date?

Kelly: Please?

That was the problem. You knew if you agreed to one date, that would be it. The issue was, what if they didn’t want you like you wanted them. Would they go to this extreme to just get a threesome for one night? No. They took care of you when you were sick. They protected you on scenes. They opened up to you and let you open up to them but you always planned to go home to New York. One date 

Everyone’s attention in the room flew to them when Matt choked on his water and Kelly nearly spit a mouth full of chili out. You couldn’t help but laugh. Sylvie looked from you to them then raised an eyebrow “Did you send them a nude or something?” she whispered and you shook your head “No, I agreed to a date” 

“You’re getting ready, like right now?” Rein asked and you laughed “Yeah, you’re laying on the bed, on speaker phone so I can finish getting dressed before they get here” “Oh damn, you mean I am currently in your bed and your brother’s bed?” she asked before she cracked up laughing. You shook your head “I’m nervous. I haven’t dated that much since I’ve been in Chicago and now there’s two gorgeous men on the way to pick me up”

“Well don’t you have..shoot Fireball and Firecracker who’s in the same boat?” she questioned and you shrugged “Similar boats. Fireball, her fellas were kind of a thing when they figured out they wanted her then when they got back stateside they all went their separate ways then the fellas moved in together then eventually she moved in with them. Firecracker, that one is the exception. She took one look at her fellas and told em if they wanted her they had to figure out their crap first”

Rein sighed dramatically “Alas I only have your brother” and you started laughing “Sorry dear, someone had to take him” your phone chimed with the group chat between you, Fireball and Firecracker so you picked it up. “Was that loverboys?” she asked as you clicked the screen “No, it’s the girls” Fireball: Have fun, we want details tomorrow  Firecracker: Lots of details 

You shook your head and texted back There won’t be that many details but I’ll meet you two for coffee in the a.m.

Before you could lay your phone down a text came through from Matt Hey darlin, be there in 5. I’ll come up for you you cursed and realized you were still barefooted “I gotta go Rein. The guys will be here like any minute and I don’t currently have shoes on” she laughed “Oh hun. Love you” “Love you”

You were walking next to Matt, who reached out for your hand and laced his fingers with yours. “Will you take a breath please?” you cut your eyes at him and he smiled “You’re nervous. We can both tell” Kelly stepped around from Matt’s other side to slip his arm around your waist “Why? We like you, we stayed at your place for like three days and have seen you at your worst and believe me baby” he pulled back and blatantly checked you out “You were cute as hell then and drop dead gorgeous now” 

You felt your face warm as you shook your head “This is just..” “New?” Matt offered “A little weird?” Kelly suggested and you shrugged “unexpected?” 

“How so?” Matt asked, steering the three of you to a bench, where they purposely put you between them. “I always planned to go home to New York after my aunt passed and I got my uncle squared away” Matt nodded “We wouldn’t stand in way of that if that’s what you actually wanted” Kelly scoffed “We might” which caused you and Matt both to cut your eyes at him. He grinned “I’m kidding but still, like we could let her walk away?”

You sighed, staring down at your hands and fidgeting with your rings. “You two love each other. You’re gorgeous. Why do you want me?” 

Matt laughed lightly “Well the day you came rolling into fifty one it felt like the air itself got a little lighter” Kelly nodded “It damn sure got brighter from where we’re sitting” you shook your head “Be serious you two” 

“We are” Matt defended, turning to take both of your hands in one of his and you felt Kelly move closer to your side. “Do you know how long I’ve been trying to get him to open up on Shay’s birthday?” you cut your eyes at Kelly who nodded “Since she died, yet you came flying in. Made me eat, got me to talk and made me pull my head out of my ass to realize I was blocking Matt out from what was going on in my head and heart and that wasn’t fair to neither of us”

“The day you stood toe to toe with another firehouse in our defense” you shook your head “Capp was in there too” Kelly leaned down to whisper “You weren’t yelling about Capp. You were yelling about your captain and your lieutenant” you smiled slightly “Ok, point taken”

“You’re quiet at times you should be loud, loud at times you should be quiet” Matt laughed. “You barely sleep, can’t function without music and drink more coffee than the truck and squad combined” Kelly added and you started to stand up “Well geez just invite me out to tell me all my faults”

“Sit down” Kelly spoke low and you found yourself sitting. Matt smirked “Yeah I do the same” They both took one of your hands “You also have the ability to talk the entire house, us included into a snowball fight at two in the morning” Matt spoke, thumb tracing the back of your hand. “You make the best pancakes and can somehow correctly guess someone’s favorite color within minutes of talking to them” Kelly added, bumping his knee against yours.

“You pick up on people’s moods and can figure out what they need to help them. You go above and beyond for those you call your friends. You’re the most amazing woman we’ve ever met” Matt whispered and Kelly leaned over to add “And we think we could treat you right if you just gave us a chance here”  “And if we don’t work out?” you asked, not looking at either of them.

“Give us the six weeks you have left. A real chance. If you don’t want us then, we’ll help you pack and pay to have your stuff shipped back to New York” Matt offered. You raised your eyes up to look at him “Confident or cocky there Casey?” Kelly leaned over “Little bit of both? C’mon, the worst thing that happens is we take you out and spend time with you over the next six weeks. If you want sex, we’ll happily oblige. Then if you want to tear our hearts out and leave us, we’ll even pay for you to do so”

You rolled your bottom lip between your teeth “I’m gonna have to make sure you both can kiss before I agree to anything”  before you could say anything else Kelly’s hand was gripping your chin gently to turn your face towards him. The moment his lips brushed against yours, you melted against him. He grinned into the kiss, licking into your mouth as he pulled you closer to him. You moaned lightly before having to pull away to get air “Fuck Sev” you breathed and he grinned “So I get a passing grade apparently” and looked over you at Matt “Baby, you’re up” 

Matt turned you towards him, his touch was a bit more gentle than Kelly but just as demanding. He kissed you slowly, savoring the feel of your lips on his, his hand slipping back to cup your head and hold you in place as he deepened the kiss, rolling his tongue against yours and when you whimpered lightly he pulled away, laughing when you chased his lips. He grinned “Think I passed too”

You shook your head slowly “This is going to be interesting to say the least” and they both stood up each offering you a hand “C’mon spitfire. The night isn’t even over yet darlin” Matt teased with a wink.

“Welcome to the club” Fireball laughed, clicking her glass against yours. Matt and Kelly were playing darts against Jay and Mouse. Firecracker had texted that her, Connor and Will were on the way too. “I still have a couple weeks before my temp contract is up” you reminded her and she cut her eyes over the guys. “You look at them how I look at Jay and Greg. You’re staying honey”

You raised an eyebrow and she grinned “It’s me Spitfire. I walked into a preexisting thing. I know how it feels to think you’re on the outside, to want to fall so bad but hold yourself back. Hell I left Chicago when they were asking me to stay because I just felt like I didn’t deserve being loved like that. Don’t hold yourself back. Bad shit happened to us when we held ourselves back from each other, I think about it too much, of what would’ve happened had we just stayed together when we got home”

“It’s barely been two months” you whispered and she grinned “That you’ve been dating them. You’ve known them for how long now?” and you smiled slightly “True” she shrugged, taking a sip of her beer “I’m just saying, if you care about them, think you could love them..don’t let it slip away” 

You woke up with Matt’s arms wrapped around your waist, your upper body curled up to Kelly’s chest. “What time is it?” you whispered and Kelly groaned, looking over his shoulder at the time “Early enough we can get breakfast at that place you like if we get up now”

You grinned “Sounds good to me” he pressed a kiss to your lips then leaned over you to catch Matt’s lips in a kiss. Matt pulled you back into a kiss once Kelly released him “Have you decided what you’re doing yet darlin?” your contract was up this week. There was no way you could leave Chicago. There was no way you could leave these two. 

“I think I’m going to stay” you all but whispered and they both froze. “Did she say she’s staying?” Matt asked Kelly who grinned “She did” you shook your head with a smile “Did you two really think I was going to leave?” Matt shrugged “We weren’t sure” “We hoped you weren’t” Kelly added.

You looked from Kelly back to Matt “I’m happy with the two of you, though I am going to have to renew my lease” Kelly waved a hand around the room “I own the loft baby. Why should you pay rent?” you shook your head “I can’t do that” “Bull. You’re our girl” Kelly argued and Matt nuzzled his face into your neck before telling Kelly “Don’t argue with her but darlin, there’s a spare room here if you’re not comfortable being in here with us every night quite yet. We can find middle ground here”

You nodded slowly “I really care about you two, I hope you know that” “We really care about you too” Matt replied and Kelly added “A lot” you smiled “I’ll think about moving in, ok?” “Ok. Lets go get breakfast” Kelly agreed.

You were walking through the common area when a call rang out for an ambulance to respond to an officer having gotten shot. Your heart hit your feet simply because you knew too many people. You cut your eyes at Sylvie as you ran to the rig.

You jumped in the driver’s seat and she jumped in the passenger seat as you pulled out onto the road. “Tell me it wasn’t intelligence” you asked and she flinched “It was” you felt your stomach knot.

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You pulled the ambulance to a stop when  you spotted Voight’s suv and jumped out, grabbing your bag. “Who is it?” you asked him, falling in step. “Jay” 

You stood in the waiting room, between Matt and Kelly. Both of them had their arms wrapped around you. Fireball was curled into Mouse’s chest, her hand holding onto Firecracker who was curled into Will’s chest. The four of them were clinging to each other while Connor was tasked with saving the brother of the man he loved and one of the boyfriends of one of his closest friends. 

“Jay’s strong. He’s survived worse. You and Sylvie got him here alive darlin” Matt whispered in your ear. You nodded, eyes not leaving the four in front of you “Still doesn’t help my heart seeing my friends in pain” 

You spotted Connor and knew your knees weakened because Kelly and Matt’s arms tightened around you. You held your breath when Fireball, Mouse and Will stood up. When Fireball slung herself into Connor’s arms hugging him and they both laughed you let out a shaking breath. He was ok. Jay was ok.

Fireball looked over at you with tears in her eyes and mouthed “Thank you” you nodded “Go to your guy” she grinned and grabbed Mouse before following Connor down the hall “See? You helped save him” Kelly told you.

You turned to look at the two of them and felt a smile slip onto your face “We’re off tomorrow right?” they both nodded. You rolled your bottom lip between your teeth before saying “Help me move into the loft?” smiles slipped onto both of their faces “We can get your stuff tonight” Kelly offered and Matt shook his head “She’s tired!”

You laughed lightly “I am, so can we go home?” Kelly grinned “Yes ma’am” and he grabbed one of your hands while Matt grabbed the other.

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[winpocalypse]

Have you ever thought about writing Wincest/Samifer inspired by some scene from Nosferatu?

alrighty how about this <3 s7 wincest feat. hallucifer + the iconic "you could never please me as he could" scene on AO3

Carve. It’s what he can do. It’s what he does. For a long time.

Sam carves and carves and carves. 

Well, that ain’t gonna do it.

Shut up.

Just saying, you’re wasting your time. And blood. You know you can actually die from blood loss here, right?

Shut up. Shutup. 

It’s not like the Cage, you know.

Shutupshutup.

“Sam?”

“Shut up!”

Sam throws the knife, this fucking useless thing, across the room, and it lands pathetically next to Dean’s feet. He looks up to his brother’s expression, the wide eyes, the hands up in the air, hesitant, like he’s trying to approach some wild unpredictable animal. 

“Sorry, I—” Sam brushes the hair out of his face with the back of his hand. The coppery smell follows the motion. “I didn’t notice you.”

“Yeah, I figured,” Dean says, approaching slowly. “What the hell are you doing to Bobby’s walls, buddy? He's gonna flip.”

Sam looks at the walls. Some of it is painted red, the symbols dark and leaking, most of it already drying, just like his hand. When the blood wasn't enough, he tried carving the symbols into the wood with his knife, now dull and bent, but still— Not. Enough. 

Lucifer sits on the couch, cross legged, an amused smile on his lips. 

Sam turns to his brother. Shit, he must look crazy. Wide-eyed, bloody, carving symbols like some lunatic. He can feel the skin around his eyes, sunken and dark, pulling at his eyelids. “I just… I was just trying to get some sleep,” he whispers.

“Is this some new bedtime routine?”

“I was trying to get him out.” Sam looks at his hand, all covered in red. He raises it in Dean’s direction. “It’s not working anymore, Dean.”

The cut has now been torn open, by Sam’s own doing, and when Dean takes Sam’s wrist to inspect the loose skin hanging, almost black from blood now, his face contracts on itself, his eyes closing for a second. 

“Is he here?” Dean asks.

He is here alright, Lucifer’s voice sings.

Sam nods. 

Dean sighs. “Alright, let’s stitch this together again. Get something to eat. Hydrate. A shower, urgent. Maybe we can even get you Bobby’s bathtub, we know he has one for his feminine needs.”

Dean’s voice is almost distant as Sam focuses on his hand, still wrapped around his wrist, tugging him to the kitchen. It’s warm… but almost unfamiliar now.

“You haven’t touched me properly since I got back.”

Dean stops in his tracks. “What?”

“You—” Sam lifts his eyes. Dean’s frowning, like he believes he didn’t hear it right. “Aside from the stitching, you just didn’t— You haven’t been touching me since I got back.”

Dean straightens his back, letting go of Sam’s wrist. In Sam’s peripheral vision, Lucifer turns his body to them, elbows in his legs, chin in his hands, like some A+ student paying attention to class. 

“It’s ok,” Sam says. “I get it.”

“Get what?”

“It’s hard for you, I get it.” Sam still has his hand halfway up where Dean let it go, and he closes his fingers in his wound. “I’m not clean.”

Well yeah, but that’s not hot news, buddy.

“Sam, that’s not…” Dean rushes the words then hesitates, pressing his finger in his eyes. “Listen, that’s not—”

Just as well. I mean, he could never please you like I could, could he?

Lucifer’s words linger in his brain, the whisper of it just like a shout, but when Sam notices Dean, his mouth hanging open, his eyes wide and in disbelief, that’s how he knows… Lucifer’s voice came to life through his own. 

“Dean—”

Sam has his back hitting the uneven hard couch the next second, Dean’s fingers wrapped around his throat, and his eyes dark, just a few inches above. “What the fuck do you want from me, Sam?”

Lucifer appears right behind him, and he leans in Dean’s ear, but only Sam hears his soft words. 

Oh, he wants to be clean so bad. 

Sam grabs at Dean’s arm, bringing him closer, almost desperate. Completely pathetic. “I just—”

And because of that he can beg so good. 

“Shut up!”

“Sam!” Dean roars.

“Just touch me, Dean, c’mon.” He reaches for his brother’s pants, and he hates how foreign this is to him now. “Get him out of my head.”

Dean’s fingers tighten around his throat and he’s pinned back, his hand reaching for anything he can touch now, anything. “Look at me,” Dean orders, low and rough. “There’s only you and me.”

Sam’s made aware of how much his windpipe is constricted the second Dean retreats his hand, and he has to gasp for air, as his brother tugs his pants down, open his knees wide, carving his skin as frantic as Sam carved the symbol on the walls. 

He always did like it better dry, right, Sammy? It’s a penance thing kinda.

When the contained laugh from Lucifer reaches his ears, Sam closes his eyes, trying to shut out the voice, the words, the touch, but he’s made to open them when Dean once again punches the air out of his lungs, his hand against Sam’s throat. “Keep looking at me.”

So he does. When it goes in, not the first try, not the second, Sam keeps looking at Dean, at his set jaw, at his pissed off eyes, at the disgust in his expression, Sam keeps looking, he has to. He can't look an inch out of Dean's face, and his hand, open and painful, leaves red marks between them.

“Yes, Dean,” he whispers, fighting the urge to shut his eyes, let his head fall back. God, it's such a tight fit.

Might be the new body, you're like a virgin all over, Sammy boy. Well, not anymore.

“Harder, Dean, come on,” he begs between teeth, he does, he can't help it. Dean groans, trying to find his way in, in, in. It's not a smooth one. “Show him.”

You're putting a show alright. You know, for all the times I made you bleed, I don't think it ever happened like this. I'm quite gentle.

“Come on, come on,” he whimpers.

Dean puts his palm in Sam’s mouth at last, muffling his noises, muting the words that he doesn't quite know anymore if it's coming from him. Dean now found enough space into his body to numb his mind, to blur the world around, so nothing but Dean’s voice, smell and skin can register in his senses.

“Don't worry, Sammy,” Dean says by Sam’s ear, before letting his forehead slide against Sam’s, they're so tightly sewn together, they're almost one. “I'm gonna fuck you right into a deep sleep.” Sam moans. “And I'm gonna keep going. You're only sleeping and waking up under me. You’re safe.” 

When Sam’s allowed to close his eyes, he's getting there. The devil’s voice is so distant now, like a fading nightmare, and slumber, quiet and peaceful, is embracing him as his brother rocks him back and forth. 

[tommiib]

Taboo: Yeosang x Reader

Y/N thought Yeosang was the perfect escape from the chaos of her life—intense, captivating, and everything she wanted in a man—but as their connection deepens, so does the tension. Beneath his charming smiles and soft-spoken words, Yeosang harbors secrets that threaten to unravel everything Y/N has come to trust, and she finds herself questioning if he’s truly the love she’s been searching for or if he's slowly becoming her biggest enemy. As the lines blur between passion and betrayal, Y/N is torn between the desire to let him in completely and the growing fear that the man she’s falling for might not be who he seems at all. The question remains: Will he be her savior or the source of her downfall?

content warnings: swearing, party, alc, smoking, kissing, suggestive but nothing crazy.... yet

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This is my first time uploading to Tumblr so sorry if the layout is a bit weird! This is chapter one of a series ive been working on for a bit! I hope you enjoy

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“Please, Amira, we have to go to this party!” you groaned in frustration, your pleas falling on deaf ears as she remained too heartbroken to consider going out. “Don’t let that asshole get the best of you! Yoona and I will be there for moral support,” you urged, trying to reason with her.

You weren’t exactly a party person, but when you were in the mood, you knew how to have a good time. Tonight was no exception, despite the fact that your best friend/ roommate had been dumped by some guy she’d been seeing a week ago. She hadn’t left her room since. You never met him, but he must’ve been something special to leave your friend this devastated.

With her gorgeous looks and bubbly personality, Amira never had trouble finding or keeping a guy. She wore her heart on her sleeve, but she’d never been this torn up over anyone, let alone someone she’d only been seeing for three months. Skipping classes over it was unheard of.

“I’m just not feeling it, Y/N. Please, don’t stay back because of me. I know Wooyoung is dying to see you. I’ll be fine.”

Ah, Wooyoung—your other best friend, who you’ve known since childhood. You recently reconnected when he transferred to your university at the beginning of the school year, and since then, the two of you had been inseparable.

Before you could protest, your other roommate and close friend, Yoona, chimed in. “It’s fine, Y/N. You already told Woo you’d be there. I’ll stay here with Amira. Besides, I don’t think Yunho will be at the party anyway, so I’m okay with sitting this one out.”

Yoona, the peacemaker of the group, had the kindest heart you’ve ever witnessed. For nearly three years, you’ve watched her harbor a crush on your mutual friend, Yunho. It was obvious they both liked each other, yet neither had the courage to take the first step. The situation was painful to witness, as their mutual shyness kept them apart. 

“I can literally text Wooyoung right now and tell him I can’t make it. Then we can all watch movies and cry together over some birthday cake ice cream,” you sigh, trying one last time to convince them. You’re definitely the stubborn one in your friend group,  always speaking your mind. No wonder you’re majoring in criminal justice.

Suddenly, Amira perks up and stares directly at you. “You’re going. You’ve been looking forward to this party since Wooyoung invited you last week. There’s no way you’re backing out because of me. I’ll be fine here with Yoona. Trust me.” Her tone is serious. “Plus, you need to get laid. It’s making you grumpy,” she mumbles, and you gasp in mock outrage.

“Okay, it hasn’t been that  long,” you defend yourself.

This time, both Yoona and Amira give you a look like you’ve grown two heads.  

“Girl, it’s been, what… a year?” Amira remarks.

You throw your hands up in defense. “I’ve been busy focusing on myself, and all these guys on Hinge are ugly or just looking for a quick hookup. I’m not going through another two-minute disaster,” you groan, recalling last year’s hookup that lasted all of two minutes, literally. A total waste of a night.

And it’s not that you’re against hookups; you just have standards. Which, apparently, are unattainable with the current dating pool. You physically roll your eyes at the thought. All you want is someone who’s hot, clean, smells good, friendly, good in bed, and doesn’t have a sketchy reputation. Is that too much to ask for? It’s not. But yet, it seems impossible to find, especially since getting out of your “serious” freshman-year relationship with this dude named Miko. He was sweet at first, but quickly turned possessive and insecure, practically confining you to his dorm for all of freshman year and half of sophomore year. Since then, it’s just been casual hookups and situationships—you’re not looking to commit until you graduate next year.

“Uh huh, well, go focus on yourself and make sure you get some dick,” Amira says, getting out of bed and practically pushing you toward the door.

“OR PUSSY!” Yoona shouts from the other room, laughing as she watches Amira drag you out of your shared apartment.

You sigh and turn around, only to be met with Amira shoving your purse and phone into your chest. “And don’t even think about coming home tonight. I don’t care if you have to crash at Wooyoung’s.”

Resigned, you slip on your heels and grab your stuff from Amira. “And you people call me stubborn,” you grumble, earning the first laugh you’ve heard from Amira since the breakup. You can see Yoona cracking a smile and giving you a thumbs-up from across the room.

“Okay, fine! But if I come back without getting laid, please let me back in the house,” you pout.

Amira chuckles before saying, “Well, no!” and promptly shuts the door in your face. Rolling your eyes, you quickly book a Lyft to Wooyoung’s, where you’d pregame and head to the party together.

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“WOOYOUNG, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?” you yell at your best friend, who’s lounging on his bed with a smug, knowing smile.

“Hey, it wasn’t my idea! Amira asked me to do you a little favor!” he defends himself.

“So, you invite me to this party and then tell San that I’ve been crushing on him? Which, by the way, IS NOT TRUE!” you huff in frustration.

“Well, you did have that little crush on him,” Wooyoung points out.

“DURING SYLLABUS WEEK OF FRESHMAN YEAR?” you exclaim, rolling your eyes as he laughs at your irritation.

“That guy has a reputation, a bad one. All he does is hook up and break hearts. Even if it’s just a quick fuck, I’m not that desperate,” you say, looking Wooyoung square in the eye.

“You’re right… I shouldn’t have stirred things up, ” he admits with a genuine apology, despite the shit eating grin on his face.

“Seriously, when did everyone start caring so much about my sex life?” you mutter, making Wooyoung laugh.

“When it started making you grumpy,” Wooyoung quips.

“I am not grumpy.”

“That’s what they all say—until they get laid. Then it’s all peace, love, sunshine, and rainbows,” Wooyoung teases, grinning.

“Yeah, maybe for you, Mr. ‘Can’t Keep It in His Pants.’ Your reputation is worse than San’s!” you retort, making Wooyoung clutch his chest in mock shock.

“Okay, that’s a bit extreme. San’s a whore. I just like to have fun! And at least I don’t string people along!” he defends himself.

“Yeah, yeah, but your body count is higher than our area code, which is a little concerning,” you tease, laughing as Wooyoung protests.

“It is not!” he insists.

“I’m just messing with you. But still, my point stands, I don’t need sex to be happy. If it happens, it happens. I’m not going to force it. So you and Amira can especially stop pushing it on me!” you huff.

“Ugh, I guess you’re right,” Wooyoung concedes, rolling his eyes. “Let’s just have fun, get drunk, and look sexy while doing it, okay?” he says with a smile. You roll your eyes but nod in agreement.

You do look hot tonight, as you check yourself out in the full-length mirror in Wooyoung’s apartment. You’re wearing a low-cut, halter-neck black top that accentuates your cleavage, paired with a tiny, flowy black skirt that barely covers your ass. Thin heels, medium-sized silver hoops, and a simple star necklace with your initials carved into it complete the look. Your makeup is bold, with smoky eyeliner and a glossy lip combo that stands out. 

You glance over at Wooyoung, who’s casually scrolling on his phone as he orders your Lyft. He looks just as good.  

Wooyoung has always been attractive, everyone knows that. Tonight, he’s rocking a natural look, his hair grown out to its natural black color, now shoulder-length. His new eyebrow jewelry stands out, having just healed, allowing him to shorten the bar. His lips are glossy and plump, and he’s wearing a black button-up with most of the buttons undone, paired with form-fitting blue jeans adorned with black crosses. He’s accessorized with silver earrings, a silver chain, and his usual array of bracelets and rings. It’s no wonder both guys and girls fall for him—if it’s not his looks, it’s his outgoing, infectious personality.

“Why are you staring at me?” he chuckles, catching you in the act.

“I just think we look hot as hell,” you reply nonchalantly, giving both yourself and Wooyoung a double-take in the mirror as he gets up and stands behind you.

“We do look good, don’t we?” he teases.

“Alright, don’t make it weird now,” you joke.

“Says the one who was eyeing me down like I was her last meal three seconds ago,” he quips. 

“I wasn’t eyeing you down,” you retort, rolling your eyes. “I was checking out your outfit—I can’t have you embarrassing me.”

“As if I could embarrass you. It’s always you doing the weird stuff, not me!” Wooyoung retorts.

“Says the guy who got way too drunk and stripped in the middle of Mingi’s birthday party, only to throw up in the flowerpot at our Airbnb—while in his underwear,” you fire back.

“Hey! We promised not to bring that up!” Wooyoung whines, and you burst out laughing.

“I’m just reminding you! I can’t let that ego of yours get any bigger than it already is.”

Wooyoung scoffs as he heads out of the bedroom. “Whatever. The Lyft is two minutes away, let’s head down.”

“Wow, that was fast.”

“It’s a Friday night in a college town; it’s impossible not to get a Lyft within minutes,” Wooyoung says, slipping on his shoes.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” you agree, spraying some perfume before following him out of the apartment and down to the lobby.

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You enter the party with Wooyoung by your side, taking in the buzzing atmosphere. It’s not the biggest party you’ve been to, but it’s far from small—probably around 200 people packed into the frat house. The music is loud, and the lingering smell of sweat makes you wish for a drink already.

“Let’s dance!” Wooyoung exclaims, grabbing your hand and pulling you toward the dance floor.

You follow his lead, eager to let loose. The crowd is already moving to the beat, and the energy in the room is electric. As you and Wooyoung find a spot near the center, where the bass hits hardest, Lil Wayne’s "Lollipop" blasts through the speakers.

Wooyoung immediately starts to groove, his body moving with a smoothness that makes you laugh. He’s always been a great dancer, and tonight is no exception. You join in, matching his rhythm, placing your hands on your knees and moving your hips against him. It's all fun and carefree, the perfect way to start the night.

“I missed this!” you shout over the music, throwing your hands in the air as you spin around.

“Me too!” Wooyoung shouts back, grinning from ear to ear.

Just as the song shifts to a more upbeat track, "Ayy Ladies," you spot Mingi making his way through the crowd, a familiar swagger in his step. He’s wearing a black tank top that clings to his toned chest and shoulders, accentuating his broad frame. A silver chain gleams around his neck, catching the light as he moves. His jean shorts sit low on his waist, exposing the band of his designer underwear—Calvin Klein, of course. And, in true Mingi fashion, he’s wearing sunglasses inside. It’s corny, but it’s part of his charm, his signature flair.

“Mingi! Get over here!” Wooyoung calls out, waving him over.

Mingi breaks into a wide smile and strides over, seamlessly joining the dance circle. He starts dancing with the two of you, his movements smooth and effortless. Despite the sunglasses, you can tell he’s having a blast.

“You look ridiculous,” you tease, gesturing to his sunglasses as you continue dancing.

“You know you love it,” Mingi shoots back with a playful grin. He turns to Wooyoung, “You look nice tonight, man!”

“I know!” Wooyoung laughs, giving Mingi a playful shove. “Where’ve you been? Haven’t seen you all week.”

“Just busy with some stuff, you know how it is,” Mingi replies, still moving to the beat. He then glances over at you, “Wow, Y/N, looking stunning as always.”

You feel a warmth spread through you at the compliment. “You’re not looking too bad yourself, Mingi,” you say, eyeing his outfit. “But the sunglasses? Really?”

He chuckles, adjusting them with a smirk. “It’s all about the aesthetic.”

The three of you dance together, catching up between laughs and compliments, the music fueling the good vibes. Mingi’s presence adds an extra spark to the fun, his easygoing nature and corny flair making the night even better.

You’re glad you came out tonight; the night is already off to a great start. You notice Mingi glance down at his phone as he receives a text, then lean over to whisper something into Wooyoung’s ear.

“I’m gonna grab a drink,” you shout to Wooyoung over the noise. “Want anything?”

“Nah, Mingi just told me they’re playing truth or dare downstairs. I’m gonna head there. Wanna come?” he replies.

You shake your head, remembering the last time you played truth or dare at a party. Let's just say it didn’t go well, and you’re not eager for a repeat.

“Suit yourself!” Wooyoung grins before heading off with Mingi.

You part ways with Wooyoung and make your way to the kitchen. Once there, you pour yourself a hefty serving of the mystery punch, the strong scent of alcohol hitting you immediately.

“Damn, did they add any juice to this, or is it straight liquor?” you mutter after taking a sip. It’s easily 90% alcohol, 5% ice, and 5% juice. This punch alone is going to mess you up.

“I don’t think they added any juice, to be honest,” says a deep voice behind you. You turn to see one of Wooyoung’s friends, what was his name again?

“I’m Yeosang, by the way. Sorry if I startled you,” he says, noticing your hesitation.

Yeosang! You remember now, the hottie who had to leave Mingi’s birthday party early! Family issues or something. You’ve only ever seen him in passing, and from what you’ve gathered, he doesn’t talk much. But he’s definitely close to Wooyoung, always hanging out with him, San, Mingi, and their other friend Jongho.

It piques your interest that you don’t really know much about him. With looks and a body like that, you’d assume he’d have a reputation as strong as Wooyoung’s or San’s, but no one ever really talks about Yeosang—not in that way, at least.

“My bad, I’m Y/N,” you say with a smile, letting out a little laugh. His strong eye contact and deep voice are making you a bit nervous. Not to mention, he’s wearing a white tank top that shows off his chest and abs beautifully, paired with a black jacket and loose-fitting blue jeans. His slicked-back blonde hair, with black roots peeking through, and the bright diamond studs in his ears complete the look. His hands are adorned with bracelets and rings, adding to his effortless cool.

“Oh, you’re Wooyoung’s friend!” He lights up, and you nod.

“Yeah, we met briefly at Mingi’s party, but you had to leave early,” you say as casually as possible.

“I remember that! It’s nice to see you again,” he smiles. “You look amazing tonight.”

You feel the heat rise to your cheeks as you try to hide a smile by taking another sip of your drink. “So do you,” you respond, and he lets out a deep laugh. You don’t quite get what’s so funny, but you don’t mind—it’s a rich, deep laugh, and honestly, it’s hot as hell.

“Thank you,” he replies. “I assume you came here with Woo?” he asks, and you nod.

“Yeah, but that jerk ditched me to play truth or dare in the basement,” you say, and Yeosang chuckles.

“The downside of being friends with someone who knows everyone—you get left behind a lot,” he smiles, taking a sip of his own drink.

“Yep, I just don’t understand how he knows half the damn campus when he just transferred,” you say, already feeling a bit warm from the drink, taking another sip.

“I can’t understand it either. It seems overwhelming,” Yeosang chuckles, and you nod.

“Oh, definitely. Have you seen his phone? Over 4,000 unopened messages. It’s insane.”

“I’ve seen it. He really needs to clear that out,” Yeosang agrees, making you laugh.

A comfortable silence follows between you and Yeosang, silently sipping on your drink before Yeosang speaks up. “Wanna go dance?”

“I would love to,” you smile, grabbing Yeosang’s hand heading back onto the dance floor, keeping your drink in your hand. 

His hand is calloused but soft and welcoming. He leads you to the dance floor, where the two of you start moving to the song “Don’t Tell ‘Em” by Jeremih. Yeosang still hasn’t let go of your hand, holding it up in the air as your back presses against his chest, his free hand wrapping around your waist. You feel warm, and you’re not sure if it’s from the heat between you and Yeosang or the punch kicking in. 

“Oh, Yeosang, I’m impressed,” you tease, tilting your head back to rest on his shoulder. “I didn’t expect you to have this much rhythm.”

He chuckles before speaking up. “Why? Do I look like I can’t dance or something?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. 

You shake your head with a playful smile. “No, it’s just that most guys can’t keep up.”

“Yeah?” he says, sounding all smug, and you can’t help but roll your eyes jokingly as the two of you continue to move together. As the song ends, you’re still pressed against Yeosang, his hands resting politely on your waist while you take the opportunity to sip your punch. The next song, “Wild Thoughts,” starts playing, and you hear Yeosang hum the melody, his hips naturally finding the beat. You two quickly fall into rhythm, and he buries his head into your shoulder, his cheeks tinted a light pink, a sure sign he’s just as tipsy as you are.

“I didn’t expect this from you,” you whisper into his ear.

“Expect what?”

“You to be so smooth. I never see you with any girls at parties,” you say, which earns you another chuckle from him. And God, could you listen to him laugh all day.

“So you’ve had your eye on me?” he smirks, his voice teasing.

“Not necessarily,” you reply, trying to keep his ego in check. “You and your little friend group just tend to attract attention, that’s all.”

He chuckles again, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “I’m very different from my friends. You don’t know anything about me.”

Though his tone is playful, there’s a hint of teasing that sends a pulse of excitement through you. He suddenly turns you around so that you’re facing him.

“You’re so pretty. I want to look at you while we dance,” he says, and you try to hide your smile by turning your head away.

“I didn’t take you for such a flirt. Do you compliment every girl you dance with, or am I special?” The eye contact between you two is intense, even though you’ve just met. 

He smiles before replying, “I always try to be a gentleman and compliment people. But I don’t just dance with anyone. I’m a little scared of strangers y’know.” 

You laugh as you continue dancing with the handsome man in front of you until the alcohol and the heat make you feel a little too stuffy. Tapping Yeosang's shoulder, he leans down so you can whisper in his ear, "Gonna step outside, wanna come?" He nods, and you take his hand, leading him into the backyard.

Surprisingly, you find Wooyoung and Mingi along with their other friends Jongho and San, deeply engaged in an intense game of beer pong. Mingi is about to take his shot, with Jongho looming over him, clearly frustrated by Mingi’s poor performance so far.

"Mingi, if you miss this one, you're sleeping on the lawn tonight," Jongho threatens.

"Hey! I'm only missing because I'm already drunk. Wooyoung just got here; it's not fair," Mingi huffs, making Wooyoung laugh.

"Just admit you suck," San teases.

"Fuck you," Mingi mutters before throwing the ping pong ball—and missing the cup yet again. Judging by Jongho’s expression, this isn't the first time.

"Bro, I want a new partner!" Jongho complains.

"Nope, not happening," Wooyoung says mockingly.

Jongho rolls his eyes, finally noticing you and Yeosang walking down the steps toward the hammock set up in the yard. 

"OH SHIT, YEOSANG! COME HERE, I NEED YOU!" Jongho shouts.

"Yeosang? Where? I thought he was staying home with Yunho tonight," Wooyoung says, scanning the yard until he catches sight of you and Yeosang holding hands. His mouth drops slightly. "Y/N??"

"Oh, don't act so surprised—you left me alone," you say, rolling your eyes as you and Yeosang approach the beer pong table, still holding hands.

Wooyoung gives the two of you a once-over before returning his attention to the game. 

"Yeosang, please switch with Mingi. I'm begging you—I can't lose to these two idiots," Jongho pleads, but Wooyoung quickly protests.

"Sorry, no can do. It’s against the rules. Gotta just take your L," Wooyoung mocks, making Jongho lift his fist in a mock threat, causing Wooyoung to dart behind San for protection.

You and Yeosang laugh, watching the antics, until another voice speaks up.

"Wow, Y/N, you look hot as fuck," San comments, earning an eye roll from you.

"Thanks. You don’t look terrible either," you reply, deliberately avoiding giving him any indication of interest.

"My turn, my turn!" Wooyoung interrupts, bouncing the ping pong ball into Jongho and Mingi’s last cup. "HELL YEAH!" he shouts in victory, high-fiving San.

"Song Mingi, you are a dead man," Jongho mutters before downing the beer. "Rematch?" he pleads, but Wooyoung quickly declines.

"I gotta go back into the party, man, do my thing," Wooyoung says, shaking his hips dramatically, making everyone roll their eyes.

"Yeah, I'm not playing with you again, you’re scary," Mingi admits.

"Like I’d ever choose you to be my partner again," Jongho grumbles. "Fuck this, I need a drink," he says, leaving the table to head to the kitchen. You notice San’s attention has been diverted to another girl you don’t recognize, but frankly, you don’t care, as long as you aren’t his next target.

"Wanna head to the hammock?" Yeosang whispers in your ear, and you nod, following him over.

Over in the hammock, you and Yeosang talk for what feels like hours. Whether it's the alcohol or just the vibe between you two, you're having an amazing time. You didn’t come to this party expecting to meet anyone, but now you're glad you did. Despite his quiet nature, Yeosang is extremely funny, witty, and surprisingly good at holding a conversation. You can't help but wonder how in the world this man is still single.

“But yeah, after that, I swore off cooking forever. I still have the burn mark on my arm,” he laughs, finishing his story about how Wooyoung forced him to cook, nearly causing him to blow up his apartment.

“How do you even eat?” you laugh.

“My roommate, DoorDash, or ramen,” he says with a smile. He’s such a man, but it’s endearing.

“Maybe one day I’ll cook for you,” you say, watching his eyes light up.

“For real?” he asks, sounding genuinely excited.

“Maybe,” you tease. “I only cook for people I really like, so you’ve gotta prove yourself first.”

He pouts, his full, glossy lips forming an irresistible expression that you’ve been trying not to stare at all night. He definitely notices but doesn’t say anything, both of you are a little more than tipsy.

“What, you don’t like me?” he pouts, leaning in closer.

“I didn’t say that,” you reply, trying to keep the teasing tone.

“Oh, so you do like me?” he smiles, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Have you always been a tease?” you ask, trying to match his energy.

“Only with people I really like,” he says, locking eyes with you. His big brown eyes are so captivating that you find it hard to look away. God, this man is absolutely gorgeous.

For the first time since you sat in the hammock, there’s a moment of silence. But it’s not awkward—just an intense, charged quiet as you both stare at each other. You’ve never felt this kind of connection with anyone before. There’s a magnetic pull between you, and all you want is to lean in and kiss him, just to get a taste . It seems like he feels the same way as he gently cups your face with his hand.

Yeosang’s hand is warm against your cheek, his thumb brushing softly over your skin. The world around you seems to blur, the sounds of the party fading into the background until it’s just the two of you in your own little bubble. His gaze flickers between your eyes and your lips, and you can feel your heart pounding in your chest, the butterflies in your stomach going wild.

“May I kiss you?” he asks softly.

You nod, unsure if you can trust your voice to give a verbal response. The anticipation is almost too much to bear.

Slowly, Yeosang leans in, his lips barely brushing yours at first. The kiss is soft and tentative, as if he’s savoring the moment. His lips are warm and tender, moving gently against yours in a way that sends a shiver down your spine. You close your eyes, letting yourself get lost in the sensation, the sweetness of the kiss making your heart swell.

But there’s an undercurrent of something more, something electric that builds with every passing second. You can feel it in the way his hand moves from your cheek to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. Your hands find their way to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your fingers as the kiss deepens. The soft, tentative start gives way to something more urgent, more passionate.

Yeosang’s other hand slides to your waist, his grip tightening as he pulls you even closer. The hammock sways slightly with the movement, but neither of you seems to notice or care. All that matters is the heat building between you, the way your bodies seem to melt into each other. The kiss turns hungrier, your lips parting to let him in. His tongue teases yours, and you let out a soft sigh against his mouth, feeling the butterflies in your stomach turn into a full-blown storm.

The world outside the hammock no longer exists; it’s just you and Yeosang, your lips moving in sync, your breaths mingling in the small space between you. His hands are everywhere, tracing the curve of your waist, your back, and your arms, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. Your fingers find their way into his blonde hair, tugging lightly as you press closer, craving more of him.

Yeosang’s kisses grow more insistent, his lips moving with a mix of tenderness and raw desire that has your head spinning. You can feel the warmth of his breath on your skin as he moves his lips to your jaw, trailing soft, wet kisses down your neck, making you gasp. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure through your body, and you tilt your head back, giving him better access as his lips explore the sensitive skin of your throat.

He pauses for a moment, his lips hovering just above yours as if he’s giving you a chance to catch your breath. But you don’t want to stop. You tug him back down, capturing his lips in a kiss that’s more intense, more passionate than before. He responds eagerly, his hand sliding up your back as he deepens the kiss, his tongue dancing with yours in a rhythm that leaves you breathless.

The hammock sways more now, the movement matching the feverish pace of your kisses. Your bodies press against each other, heat radiating between you as the kiss turns into a full-blown make-out session. The intensity of it all is overwhelming in the best way possible. You can feel his heartbeat matching yours, both of you lost in the moment, in each other.

When you finally break apart, both of you are breathing heavily, your foreheads resting together as you try to catch your breath. Yeosang’s eyes are dark with desire, and you can see the same heat reflected in your own. Neither of you says a word, but the connection between you is stronger than ever, leaving you both craving more. 

“Yeosang…” you manage to whisper, still breathless from the kiss.

Before you can finish your sentence, a loud, familiar, drunken voice interrupts, shattering the intimate bubble around you. Both of you quickly pull apart, startled by the sudden intrusion. 

You can’t help the feeling of possessiveness that washes over you. What just transpired between you and Yeosang felt amazing, something you wanted to explore further. You wanted him—just him—all to yourself. A deep instinct told you to keep this between the two of you.

A quick glance at Yeosang reveals he feels the same way. His expression mirrors yours, but before you can say anything, Wooyoung stumbles over, flopping down between you in the hammock and throwing an arm around each of you.

“I love you guys sooo much!” Wooyoung slurs, his voice thick with alcohol. You chuckle, realizing he’s way too drunk for any of the hookups you assumed he'd be chasing tonight, meaning you’d be stuck taking care of him.

“My god, Woo, how much did you have to drink?” you ask, laughing as he plants a sloppy kiss on your cheek.

“Way too much of that punch and a couple of body shots,” he mumbles, resting his head on your shoulder.

“Where the hell is San?” Yeosang mutters, and something about hearing him curse sends another wave of butterflies through you. Every little thing he does—from the way his Adam’s apple bobs when he talks to the way he gently pries Wooyoung’s hands off his neck—has you feeling warm all over. You can't tell if it's the alcohol or just Yeosang himself, but you've never been this worked up over a man before.

“He’s with some girl. They left like ten minutes ago,” Wooyoung grumbles before suddenly gagging.

Oh no.

“JUNG WOOYOUNG, YOU ARE NOT ABOUT TO THROW UP RIGHT NOW!” you exclaim, half-laughing with wide eyes. You glance over at Yeosang, who looks just as disappointed as you.

“Fuck,” Wooyoung groans, and before you can react, he’s hunched over, vomiting into the grass right in front of you and Yeosang.

“Well, that’s a turn of events,” Yeosang says dryly, shaking his head.

You wince but smile apologetically at Yeosang. “I think I should take him home.”

Yeosang nods, rubbing the back of his neck, suddenly looking a bit shy. “Yeah, I think that’s a good idea.”

“He’s so annoying,” you say lightheartedly, gently wiping Wooyoung’s mouth with the bottom of his shirt. “Begs me to go to a party just to leave me and get too drunk to function.”

“That’s Wooyoung for you. But hey, at least I got to meet you.” Yeosang smiles, and you notice the tips of his ears turning red. You can feel your own face heating up at his words. You really didn’t expect to meet anyone tonight—just to chill, dance, and have fun—but Yeosang changed all of that, and you’re not mad about it in the slightest.

Not only is he incredibly handsome, but he’s also kind, respectful, and funny. You don’t want this night to end.

“Hey, totally okay to say no,” Yeosang starts, fiddling with his fingers, which you find adorable considering how bold he was just a few minutes ago. His shyness is endearing; everything about him is just so cute.

You look at him, nodding encouragingly for him to continue. Your eyes meet his beautiful brown ones again, and you unknowingly bite your lip, something he definitely notices. It seems to give him the confidence to finish his sentence.

“Do you mind if we exchange phone numbers?” he asks, his face turning a light shade of pink.

You can’t help but smile, despite Wooyoung still retching beside you. “Of course.” You hand Yeosang your phone, and he quickly puts his number in, texting himself to save it.

You want to say something more, but Wooyoung’s vomiting interrupts the moment.

“Fuck, I drank too much,” Wooyoung groans, coughing a bit. You pat his back, shaking your head.

“Took you this long to realize,” you tease, smiling down at your friend. As annoying as he can be, you love him.

Looking back up at Yeosang, you speak softly, “Thank you for tonight. I had a really fun time.”

“Me too,” he replies, smiling warmly at you as you stand Wooyoung up straight, using his shirt to wipe his face again. Yeosang makes a disgusted face but then looks back at you. “I hope to see you around, Y/n.”

You nod, feeling a little sad that the night is ending. “Bye, Yeosang.”

“Bye, Y/n,” he says softly.

You wave at him before guiding Wooyoung to the front of the house, trying to avoid as many eyes as possible. Despite everything, Wooyoung still has a reputation to uphold. You quickly order a Lyft, paying extra for priority pickup, and set the destination for Wooyoung’s apartment.

On the way there, Wooyoung falls asleep on your lap, groaning and huffing in his sleep. You push some of his hair out of his face, admiring his peaceful expression.

“Fucking idiot,” you mutter affectionately, laughing softly. Checking your phone, you see the message Yeosang left you. It brings a smile to your face, knowing that this night was just the beginning.

"Next time, less interruptions, deal?"

[jeonqquek]

2 AM Adventures

Pairing : HAN JISUNG X READER ( lover, fluff, late night )

Summary : At 2:14 AM, Han wakes the reader for a spontaneous adventure to an abandoned record store

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I wake up to the sound of my phone buzzing on the nightstand. Groaning, I reach out blindly and grab it, squinting at the screen.

Han: Wake up sleepyhead, I’m outside.

My eyes widen. What? I sit up too fast, the blanket sliding off my shoulders. I glance at the time. 2:14 AM. This boy is crazy.

I don’t live with my parents anymore. Moved out a while back, got my own tiny apartment in the city. Han had been over a million times before, sometimes spending entire weekends here just because he could. We’ve been together for a while now, but he still has this habit of showing up unannounced, especially at the most ridiculous hours. And I let him. Every time.

I stumble out of bed, still half-asleep, and peek through my window. Sure enough, Han is standing outside, hoodie on, hands stuffed in his pockets. The streetlamp casts a glow on his face, and he looks up at me with a small smirk, like he knows he’s being a menace.

I text back. Y/N: What are u doin here???

He doesn’t answer. Instead, he lifts his hand and motions for me to come down. I hesitate for like, two seconds, but let’s be real, I’m already grabbing my jacket.

Slipping on my shoes, I quickly pull on a hoodie and head out, the cold night air hitting me as I step onto the sidewalk. Han watches me with amusement, hands still buried in his pockets.

“Did you really come to my place in the middle of the night just to stand there and stare at me?” I whisper-yell, rubbing my arms for warmth.

He grins, rocking on his heels. “Nah, babe, I came to take you somewhere.”

I blink at him. “Right now? Are you serious?”

“Always.” His eyes twinkle with mischief, and I already know I’m doomed.

Sighing, I shake my head. “Han, if we get caught, I’m blaming you.”

“As you should.” He grabs my hand, and even though I should be mad, I let him. His hand is warm, and suddenly, I don’t feel as cold anymore.

We start walking down the quiet streets, the city feeling different at this hour—slower, softer. The usual chaos is replaced with distant traffic hums and flickering neon signs. I can’t help but smile. This is so dumb. But this is also so him.

“So where exactly are we going?” I ask after a few minutes.

“You’ll see, sweetheart.” He squeezes my hand lightly, and something about it makes my heart do this annoying little flip.

We walk for what feels like forever, turning down streets I barely recognize until we stop in front of an old, abandoned record store. The sign is faded, the windows dusty, but there’s a certain charm to it.

Han pulls out a key from his pocket, and I gawk at him. “Tell me you don’t just casually have a key to a closed record store.”

He grins. “I might know a guy.”

With a dramatic bow, he pushes the door open, and I step inside, greeted by the scent of old vinyl and dust. Rows of records line the walls, the place frozen in time. There’s a small couch in the back, like someone had been using this place to hang out rather than sell music.

Han plops down onto the couch and pats the spot next to him. “Welcome to my secret hideout, babe.”

I sit beside him, looking around in awe. “How did you even find this place?”

He leans back, stretching his arms behind his head. “Just stumbled upon it one day. Figured it’d be cool to have a place just for me… and now, you too.”

My heart clenches at his words. The way he says it so casually, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“So, what do we do now?” I ask, fiddling with the sleeve of my hoodie.

Han stands up suddenly and starts digging through a crate of records. He pulls one out, dusts it off dramatically, and places it on an old turntable in the corner.

Soft music fills the room, crackly and imperfect, but perfect in its own way. He holds out his hand. “Dance with me, baby?”

I raise a brow. “At two in the morning?”

He smirks. “When else?”

Laughing, I take his hand, letting him pull me up. We sway to the music, our steps clumsy, but I don’t care. In this moment, nothing else matters.

As we dance, he leans in slightly, his breath warm against my cheek. “You know, babe,” he murmurs, “I think this might be my favorite night ever.”

I smile, feeling my heart race. “Mine too.”

We keep swaying, the world outside forgotten. The weight of the night, the secrecy of this moment, it all feels like something out of a dream. I rest my head against his shoulder, letting the music carry us.

Han chuckles softly. “We should probably head back before you fall asleep on me.”

I groan, tightening my hold around his hand. “Five more minutes, love.”

He hums in agreement, resting his chin on top of my head. “Five more minutes.”

And for those five minutes, we exist in our own little world—just us, the music, and the quiet promise of something more.

The song fades out, but neither of us moves right away. Han finally pulls back just enough to look at me, his gaze soft and unreadable. “You know,” he says, voice low, “we should do this more often.”

I scoff playfully. “What, sneak out in the middle of the night to break into abandoned buildings?”

He grins. “Exactly.”

I roll my eyes, but I can’t help but smile. “You’re impossible.”

“But you love it, babe,” he teases, nudging me gently.

I don’t answer, but I don’t have to. The way my fingers tighten around his says enough.

We finally decide to head back, the night air crisp against my skin as Han keeps his arm draped lazily over my shoulder. He hums quietly, a melody I don’t recognize, but something about it feels comforting.

When we reach my apartment, I hesitate at the door. Han watches me, his hands back in his pockets, rocking on his heels like he always does when he’s waiting for something.

“Stay?” I ask softly.

His lips curl into a slow smile. “You sure, sweetheart?”

I nod. “I mean, you did wake me up at two in the morning. You owe me.”

He laughs and follows me inside. We move through the dimly lit apartment, everything familiar and warm. I toss him a spare hoodie before crawling back into bed, and he joins me without hesitation, wrapping an arm around my waist like it’s second nature.

“You know, one day we’re gonna be old and boring, and we won’t do dumb things like this anymore,” I mumble sleepily.

Han chuckles, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Nah, baby. Even when we’re old, I’ll still wake you up at 2 AM just to take you on little adventures.”

I smile against his chest. “Good. Don’t ever stop.”

“Never, babe,” he promises, his voice fading as sleep starts to take over.

And with that, I drift off, safe in the arms of the boy who will always be my greatest adventure.

[naked-covered-in-bees]

Goodnight, Sweetheart

Since returning from the Empty, Cas needs human things like sleep.

It’s harder than he remembers. The Empty made it harder. Sleep is something he fears now.

He keeps his bedroom door open a crack, letting a shaft of light in from the corridor.

This way he can also hear Dean’s footfalls when he’s up late.

Often–every night in fact–Dean’s footfalls stop outside his door.

One night, there is a quiet conversation between the brothers in the hall as Cas keeps his eyes shut tight, determined to sleep like a regular person who doesn’t make trouble for anybody.

“Whatcha doin’ out here?”

“Nothin’.”

“Are you…are you guarding Cas’s door?”

“No, man. Shut up. Just…” A sigh. “He has trouble sleepin’. Want to make sure he’s okay. Empty gives him nightmares.”

“Why don’t you just go sit in there?”

“Why don’t you mind your business?”

Cas thinks maybe he imagined it, caught between dreaming and waking, until one night when he wakes up screaming and Dean is at his side instantly.

“Cas! Hey, Cas!” Dean’s voice is soft, his arms are strong, solid around him. “Cas, it’s okay. I’m here, sweetheart. I’m here…”

He was screaming Dean’s name he now realizes.

“Mmm’ alright,” Cas mumbles, sitting up.

“Like hell,” Dean rasps. “Fuckin’ asshole Shadow did a number on you, didn’t it?”

Dean sounds so fierce, as if he might march right down to the Empty with a machete and give it a piece of his mind. It would be an amusing thought if Cas didn’t think Dean had the nerve to do it.

“What did it do to you?” Dean says more gently. “In the dream. I mean. You don’t have to…”

“It was you,” Cas whispers, shaking his head. Dean is sitting on the edge of the bed, still clutching Cas’s shoulders as if he might disappear if Dean doesn’t keep a hold of him. “Y-you were in…in the Ma’lak box at the bottom of the ocean. And I couldn’t save you, I couldn’t reach you, you were…” He’s shuddering, he realizes, so hard it makes his teeth chatter.

“It’s okay.” Dean wraps his arms around him. “S’okay, sweetheart. I’m here. No mark, no Ma’lak box. Right here with you.”

“But that’s what I saw.” Cas lets himself be held, because he can’t help himself. He shuts his eyes and speaks half into Dean’s shoulder. “In the Empty, that’s what it made me see. And it felt like years. Years of knowing you were in there alone in the dark…”

“But you were alone in the dark, man.” Dean’s voice breaks and he sniffs. “You were. And I couldn’t reach you. I couldn’t reach you.”

“Have you been standing outside my door?” Cas winces as he says it.

“Can’t really sleep if I don’t know you’re okay,” Dean mutters. 

I’ll watch over you.

“You could…just stay here with me,” Cas says. “If you want to.”

“Yeah, alright.” 

They shift around as Dean gets under the covers. His hair is still a little damp from a late night shower. He smells like shampoo and toothpaste and like his soft pajama pants are fresh from the dryer. Cas inhales deeply.

Dean shifts around as if he’s just getting settled, but he ends up much closer to Cas than is probably necessary and when Cas turns his head he can feel the regular puff of warm minty breath on his neck.

He’s half asleep before Dean’s hand appears on his chest, resting there over his heart that Dean had a hand in growing.

“Dean…?”

“Mmm?

“Did you call me sweetheart before?”

“Who, me? Nah. You’re crazy. Go to sleep.”

Cas can hear the smile in his voice, feels a golden warmth spreading up his body from his toes and he shifts closer, his nose buried in soft damp hair as Dean’s arm tightens slightly over his chest.

“My mistake,” Cas murmurs. “Goodnight, Dean.”

“Hmm. Goodnight, sweetheart.”

[1dmonthlyficroundup]

— 1D Monthly Fic Roundup —

Hi, and welcome to the 1D Monthly Fic Roundup for February 2025! Below you’ll find 1D fics that were all published this month. We hope you’ll check out these new fics! If you would like to submit your own fic, please check this post on how to submit or visit our blog @1dmonthlyficroundup​. You can find all our other posts here.

Happy reading!

＊ Dreaming of You by @louislittletomlintum [E, 30k, Louis/Harry]

“Do you like cigarettes after sex?”

Harry blanched, wondering why on earth Louis would ask him a question like that.

“Oh, well, I - well I have asthma, and ehm, I’m actually a virgin, so,” Harry managed to stutter out, answering purely on instinct as he fiddled with the edge of the vinyl case he was holding and looked at Louis nervously.

He met Louis’ eye after a few seconds and saw an amused glint, one of his curved eyebrows raised in question as he nodded down at the vinyl in Harry’s hands. Harry looked down and was met with three words in white, serif typeface against a misty black background:

Cigarettes After Sex

or the one where harry's in his mid-20's so it's probably about time louis took his virginity

＊ I Can Feel It Take A Hold by @louislittletomlintum [E, 16k+, wip, Harry/Louis]

“Do you always swim in the nude?” Louis broke the silence, his smile growing when Harry felt his blush deepen.

“Sometimes,” Harry answered wearily, pushing his hair back in the hopes that it would maybe not look quite as dishevelled as it felt.

“Mm,” Louis hummed, cocking his head to the side like he didn’t quite believe him. Harry felt properly studied under his gaze. “And what was your plan?”

“My plan?” Harry countered. The water licked at Louis’ legs, darkening his hair and wetting the back of his shorts where he was sitting.

“Well. You were obviously wanting to get my attention,” Louis mused, Harry blushing further. “So what are you going to do with it now that you’ve got it?”

or the one where it’s call me by your name but with; developed frontal lobes, oranges instead of peaches, golden by harry styles, and a happy ending

＊ laid bare by @disgruntledkittenface [NR, 3k, Harry/Haymitch Abernathy]

It's not the first time that Haymitch and Harry meet.

But it is the first time that Haymitch really sees Harry.

＊ Caturday Night by @disgruntledkittenface [M, 6k, Harry/Sutton Stracke]

“You know it’s Caturday,” Sutton continues, lifting her eyebrows. “Now that’s non negotiable. Please tell me you like cats.”

“I do actually,” Harry says, pleased to find that she doesn’t mind keeping up with the twists and turns of the conversation. “I like how independent they are. Everything on their terms.”

“Amen,” Sutton replies. “I have three. Just call me crazy cat lady. Or kitty cat. Those can be good nicknames.”

Harry chokes on a sip of her lager. Given the right circumstances, she'd be more than happy to call Sutton “kitty cat.”

Sutton is intimidating and charming and maybe a little mercurial. But also she’s kind of weird.

And Harry fucking digs it.

＊ baking me crazy by @disgruntledkittenface [NR, 2k, Harry/Seth Meyers]

Harry bakes when he’s had a bad day. He finds out that his roommate Zayn has been texting their neighbor Seth to let him know on those days that free baked goods are available. But he doesn’t mind.

Seth does a better job of cheering him up than baking ever could.

＊ Isn't She Lovely? by @enchantedlandcoffee [G, 312 words, Louis/Harry]

"Lou, our jobs revolve around being up at night." Harry chuckled, his voice getting closer signalling to Louis that he'd entered the room. "Yeah, well apparently I've got dad brain. How could I misplace a football uniform of all things?" Louis groaned before leaning to look through the drawers again.

Or, Louis and Harry as first time parents.

＊ You Can't Go To Bed Without A Cup Of Tea by @enchantedlandcoffee [G, 333 words, Harry/Louis]

"Hazza?" Louis whispered, tiptoeing further into the kitchen and around the island. The sight infront of him broke his heart. Harry's face was red and blotchy from crying, his duvet wrapped tightly around him. "Oh Hazza, love. What's wrong?"

Or, Louis can't sleep and stumbles across a sad Harry on his way to make a cup of tea.

＊ We Made It by Blue_Green28 / @bluegreen28fics [M, 10k, Louis/Harry]

5 times Harry hints that he wants a baby and 1 time Louis finally gets it.

or, the one with Harry having a bad case of baby fever

＊ I’ve been thinking about you by nevermind_991 / @nevermind991 [M, 50k, Harry/Louis]

“It’s not that I don’t trust her, but you know how she is, Lou. Taylor’s so…”

“Perfect?”

“Exactly! She intimidates me a bit. I wouldn’t be this worked up if it were someone else. I’d probably be less nervous if it was a total stranger or, I don’t know… someone I knew wouldn’t judge me if I’m terrible at it.”

Louis knew he shouldn’t laugh, but he couldn’t help a small chuckle from slipping out. “Sorry, sorry… but, H, aren’t you overthinking this a bit?”

“I don’t know… I just want everything to be perfect…” Harry seemed to drift off, thinking, then turned back to Louis. “Lou?”

“Yeah?”

“You wouldn’t… No, forget it.”

Louis raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “No, Harry, come on. What’s going on in that curly head of yours?”

Harry flicked his cigarette to the ground, taking one last drag. “Would you… help me?”

Oh.

Or- Harry and Louis were best friends, but after a rather unusual request for help, their relationship—and their friendship—fell apart. They cross paths again five years later, with Louis now in the same band as Harry’s ex, Taylor, and a past to confront and a future to decide.

＊ Blue eyes look my way (Make today my lucky day) by magpielivingforglitter / @builtyouahousefromabrokenhome [E, 98k, Louis/Harry]

November 1968. Harry has to quit the Liverpool College of Art and go back home to Sheffield to work in the steel mill, after his step-dad died and left his family with debts and too many mouths to feed. But that also means Harry gets to catch his local ice hockey team’s games again. And the Sheffield Steelers have two new players who could turn the season around - maybe even Harry’s whole life …

＊ The Stranger the Better by @haztobegood [G, 2k, Harry/Hozier]

Sometimes a painful break-up can lead to an unexpected new beginning. The note with a famous singer’s phone number in Harry’s hand is proof of that. Thankfully it wasn’t Harry’s heartbreak that led to this, but his best friend Niall’s.

＊ History's pullin' me back by Worldsofdreamers / @defences-down [M, 1k, Zayn & Louis]

A plan years in the making comes to fruition.

Or the story of the 2025 reunion in LA

＊ Flowers for You by Worldsofdreamers / @defences-down [E, 3k, Harry/Louis]

Louis might be exhausted from writing his next album and travel but he'll be damned if he doesn't find a way to make his baby's birthday special.

Or what they got up to on Harry's 31st.

＊ If We Were Living In Utopia by Worldsofdreamers / @defences-down [E, 3k, Zayn/Niall]

The tour reaches San Francisco and they have a conversation they've been putting off for a while.

＊ Hearts All Whole by @justanothershadeofblue [M, 33k, Louis/Harry]

Father Louis Tomlinson hasn't seen or talked to his high school boyfriend in over a decade, not since they went to different universities and slowly grew apart. This means it's a bit of a surprise when he looks out from the pulpit on the first Sunday of Advent and sees Harry Styles' unmistakeable head poking up from a pew halfway back and on the left. How's a priest supposed to make it through the madness of the holiday season with his very friendly, very attractive ex distracting him at every turn?

＊ Pink Guinea Club by @haztobegood [NR, 837 words, Harry/Chappell Roan]

Harry's one night stand was interrupted by four adorable guinea pigs.

＊ (un)stuck by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright [T, 3k, Harry/Zayn]

Coworkers Zayn and Harry find themselves stuck in their office elevator together one evening after work. In such a small space, there may not be enough room for Zayn's crush on Harry to stay hidden.

＊ The Nestuary by @homosociallyyours [T, 5k, Harry/Louis]

Louis has never gotten the hang of nesting, so when she gets an Instagram ad for a nest building service, she worries it's too good to be true. It's not, fortunately. She's hooked.

Harry is too, for entirely different yet not unrelated reasons.

＊ Be With Me by @allwaswell16 [T, 100 words, Louis/Zayn]

Zayn wants Louis to know she deserves the best. And well, Zayn is the best.

＊ You Keep Pulling Me In by galactic_larry / @galacticlarry [T, 5k, Louis/Harry]

Being invited to a high school reunion was pretty much the last thing Harry wanted, so of course it had to happen.

What happens when her friend and co-worker, Louis, offers to be her fake girlfriend for the evening?

＊ The Best Gift Is One You Can Share With Someone You Love by @loulousmiles [M, 2k, Harry/Louis]

“Wow, Harry,” Louis said. She sounded hesitant—maybe confused?—as she turned the box over in her hands and looked at the packaging. Louis’s brow furrowed before she seemed to remember her manners. “Thank you,” she said, looking back up at Harry. She cleared her throat. “I really wasn’t expecting this.”

“What do you mean, Lou?” Harry asked. “Isn’t this what you told me you wanted?"

Harry may have misunderstood what Louis said she wanted for her birthday slash Christmas present. It may be just the thing for them to finally share how they feel about one another.

- Fic Fests -

＊ 4th Annual Femslash Festuary / @girldirectionfest / masterpost

A short and sweet fest in honor of Femslash February for Girl Direction lovers of any stripe.

[cherubcameron]

Igual Que Un Angel

Chapter Three

Synopsis: Sofia is pregnant, and the last thing she needs is for Rafe to find out. It’s her dirty secret, it’s not like he’s barging down her door to speak to her. He looks as if he’s done with her for good. Will outside forces, force Sofia to confront the situation at hand. Or will she be able to keep this secret up? Not like, her belly isn’t growing everyday or anything.

MASTERLIST

Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

“Come on, Rafe. Don’t make this harder than this has to be.” John B says, over a slumped Rafe. His body against the table. His hand still wrapped around his beer bottle.

“I’m not getting on that damn, death trap. You’ll—” Rafe felt John B, pulling him up from the table. The world spun for a second, everything suddenly going off-kilter. Rafe hears his beer bottle clatter to the floor. He hisses, his only form of escapism, emptying onto the ground.

“You can barely walk. Just, let’s go.” John B carries Rafe away. His head is lulling to the sides. John B hauls him towards the Twinkie. The last thing Rafe wants to be in. “Up and at em.”

“Who even called you? Was it Sarah? You can tell her I don’t need her pity or—” Rafe slurring is cut off by John B.

“It wasn’t Sarah… Sofia called us.” Rafe narrows his eyes, his jaw setting.

“I don’t need her help…” Rafe says bitterly, John B shakes his head.

“Just get in the van, Rafe.” John B says, exhaustedly. Shoving a drunk Rafe into the back of his van.

The first person Rafe saw, after being with the Pogues, was Topper. He’d met Topper on his boat. Not sure how he was feeling about seeing his best friend; again after so long. It didn’t feel right anymore. Their relationship didn’t feel the same anymore. He felt worlds away from Topper.

“Hey man! Where have you been?!” Topper yells, a big smile crossing his features. Rafe approaches, a grin on his own face. Bringing Topper into a hug.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m back now. That’s all that matters.” Rafe looks out towards the marsh. He stared out of Topper’s boat, the water lapping against it.

“Got you, got you.” Silence overtakes them, not as a welcoming friend. But as if it becomes a wedge between them. Rafe isn’t sure anymore why he’d shown up. He sneaks a glance at Topper. He’s drinking a corona, and Rafe can’t help but feel; for the first time; like he doesn’t belong here.

“Have you gone to see Sofia?” Topper asks, Rafe felt like his heart was plunged into cold water. He clenched his jaw, he stared down at the corona that Topper had offered him. He hadn’t even taken a sip.

“Why’re you asking me about her?” He asks, not meaning to come off harsh. Topper finally gazes over at Rafe, his brows furrowed. Like if he was finally seeing him for the first time.

“Why would I ask you about your girlfriend?” Topper asks, he scratched his brow. His brows knitting further together, if that was even possible. Rafe didn’t want to have this conversation, he wanted to suddenly, be anywhere but here.

“We broke up, okay. Let’s not talk about it.”

Hollis death struck Sofia harder than she thought it would. It felt like she’d been the one who’d pulled the trigger on the gun. She remembers the last words she’d said to Hollis. A part of her wishing she’d been a bit kinder. But then again, why would she had been? She wiped her brow with water, her eyes staring at the plates she’d been washing. She’d wished she had stayed far away. Anger, be damned. But now she was stuck in the aftermath of it all.

—Her eyes train down towards her stomach. A sense of wonder over washing her. She could see the baby bump now. It was crazy to her, how fast babies grew. The bump wasn’t too noticeable if someone had been staring at her from afar. But up close, Sofia could see. Her baby. Hers.

Was it evil of her, to not want to share them with Rafe? She shook her head, not wanting to think too much about him. He wasn’t here. He didn’t have a choice in what she did and didn’t do. And they weren’t together anymore. She was all on her own with this. This was her responsibility to bear.

“Hi…” Her hand going onto her stomach. “The doctor says you can’t hear yet. But regardless, I need you to know, that it’s you and me against the world. No one will hurt you. I’ll do everything I can to protect you.”

Sofia dried the last dish she needed to. Then headed towards her bedroom. Nearing bumping into her sister Kimberly.

“Kim!” Sofia says in surprise. Her hand out to prevent them from colliding any further with each other. Kimberly’s eyes narrowed suspiciously.

“Who were you just talking to?” Kim eyes Sofia, almost as if she could see right through her.

“I-I wasn’t talking to anyone.” Sofia says, trying to feign ignorance. Kimberly eyes continued to narrow, but shrugged her shoulders and walked away. Sofia let out a shaky breath, making her way to her room.

It’s not like Sofia didn’t want to tell her family. This was a weight that was hard to carry. So many intangible emotions she couldn’t come to terms with. Being pregnant was the last thing, she needed to be. But here she was. Two months pregnant with a baby. How the hell was she going to navigate this? It was just best to keep them out of it for now. So she could figure it all out. Without them feeling, like she further failed them.

Sarah rapped lightly on the table, Rafe’s eyes shifted to her. Raising a brow, a look of annoyance passing his features. There was a drink of water in front of him. One he still hadn’t touched. Sarah shook her head, a grimace appearing on her face.

“I know I’m not one to talk. But the way John B found you—”

“I was fine—”

“The way John B found you; rose concern. Okay, we can’t keep doing this. We can’t.” Sarah pushes the glass of water further into Rafe’s hands.

Rafe frowned, staring at it like it was going to burn him if he touched it.

“I don’t need you guys babysitting me. I’m not a child.” He pushed the glass back towards her, earning him a frown from Sarah.

“You sure act like one.” She shoved it back at him, some of the water splashing on the sides. Nearly splashing onto Rafe.

“Hey! Watch it!” Rafe nearly yells, John B appears in the room again. Staring at Rafe in warning. Rafe rolled his eyes. “Sorry—okay—I’m sorry.”

Sarah rubbed her belly, “Drink water. And please go to bed. We promised each other, we were going to take care of each other.” Sarah gets up, Rafe stares down at the ground. His jaw ticking, he could feel a headache begin to come on. He finally wraps a hand around the glass of water. Taking a sip.

“Good night Rafe.” Sarah says, he only grumbles as a reply. He hears as John B takes Sarah into the next room. Whispering to each other. Rafe stared down at the water, almost wishing it to cure not only his inevitable hangover. But the heartache of having to see Sofia.

Sofia

Even when he knew he should hate her. His heart still felt drawn to her. Like a moth to a flame. She was the one person he wanted. And the one person he should hate. But he knew, the damage she caused was done. He wasn’t sure she could ever come back from it.

[annoyinglilbro]

big sibling who after a few weeks of being terrorized finally figures out that all the creepy notes and missing stuff had just been their lil bro. they go to confront him about his “prank” but he’s actually not in his room for once.

curious and determined to find their stolen shit, big sibling starts going through lil bro’s stuff. everything seems (mostly) normal until big sibling peeks in the closet and finds lil brother’s stash, except, this seems less like a stash and almost like a shrine or something. pictures and mementos arranged wildly but intentionally around various stolen treasures.

big sibling is a little unnerved but at least there’s not like, candles or some shit… though it does seem like a lot of these pictures are smeared with, uh, various fluids….

whatever. big sib starts grabbing their shit (wow they didn’t think they were missing THIS much underwear) and it’s about when they get the idea to rip up the pictures that they hear lil bro’s door open

“What are you doing?! Don’t touch that!” Little brother who rushes forward, trying to tear the stuff from their hands. “You’re not supposed to be come in my room!”

“Isn’t that alittle hipocritical? You’re stealing my shit! What is this? Dude I don’t…” they trail off, shaking their head. They’re not sure how to approach this. “This isn’t normal. You don’t need these photos.”

“It’s not normal for a little brother to love their big sibling? You don’t love me?” He asks, pouting out his bottom lip but his eyes are horrifying right now. They never realized how unnerving their little brother really is.

“Ofcourse I love you but this is just…crazy.”

“I’m not crazy! Don’t call me crazy, that’s not a nice word. I just love you so much, you’re my favorite person in the world. But you don’t pay attention to me! You’re always busy with your stupid friends or trying to date. But you don’t need any of that! I’m right here.” He’s backed them into a wall, hands grabbing theirs and kissing their shakey fingers. “I can be everything you need. Just let me…” he’s on his tiptoes, and he presses a kiss to their lips. It leaves them shocked, frozen in place. They shove him away, wiping their mouth on the back of their sleeve.

“You’re being so weird! Just stop it! And get rid of this weird little shrine, you pervert!”

They storm out of the room, carrying as much of their stuff as they can. When they slam their bedroom they lock it. They can’t believe their little brother is this fucking obsessive. He’s always been clingy but this is a new level.

Little brothers in his room, tapping the photos back together with a smile. They got a kiss, a real kiss! And they said I love you! He knew they loved him. Today was a dream come true <3