#LOOK AT HIS LITTLE HANDS🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[moonstruckme]

One of my favorite little details about your poly!marauders works is how fit and strong James is, especially with how often, and how easily, he picks up or carries around y/n. Could I request a fic with the four of them but he gives the same treatment to his boys as well for whatever reason? Both sounding so exasperated but secretly loving every second of it because they love their sweet strong boy so much and love being babied as well? 🥺

Ahhh yes I can't believe I haven't done this more! It will definitely have to become more common in the poly marauders drabbles, thanks angel <3

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 670 words

By the time the credits roll, you’re all drifting off. Sirius’ eyelids are drooping where his head rests on your chest; Remus is snoring softly on James’ shoulder. You and James share a fond look as you turn off the telly. 

You sit in silence for a few moments, your sitting room dark but for the orange glow of streetlights coming in through the window. Unwilling to end the peaceful night. 

“Alright,” James sighs after a moment, worming his arms underneath Remus’ legs and torso. Remus begins to rouse as he does, but he’s in the air before he catches onto what’s happening, hoisted up against James’ chest. 

He makes a sleepy, demurring sound. 

“You’re alright,” James reassures him in a soft voice. Your heart thumps, smitten. “We’re only going to bed.” 

Remus mumbles something like, “You don’t have to…” 

James shushes him. Remus is easily mollified, letting his head settle in the crook of James’ neck as he’s carried down the hall. You watch them go with a warm, goopy feeling in your chest and a tickle of amusement at your own fascination with the way James’ arm looks hooked under your boyfriend’s knees. 

You coil a piece of Sirius’ hair around your finger absently. “That was rather fit,” you murmur to him, “wasn’t it?” 

You could swear Sirius’ breathing evens out only just then. His head weighs heavier on your chest. 

You give a soft laugh. “Fraud,” you whisper. 

Sirius begins to snore. 

You sigh. “James,” you call quietly. 

No answer. 

“James.”  

Heavy but considerate footsteps sound in the hall. “Hm?” he asks as he peers around the corner. His expression softens when he sees Sirius. “Oh.” 

“I’m trapped,” you say. 

“I can see that. Never fear, I’ll rescue you.” James stoops, lifting Sirius as he had Remus. Sirius puts on a very good show of acting groggy, nuzzling James’ shirt a little as he turns into his chest. 

James smiles. You see his thumb sweep over Sirius’ shoulder. “I’ve got you, love,” he promises. 

You snort, and he gives you a funny look, but you know you see Sirius’ lips twitch before he’s taken down the hall. 

You consider feigning sleep yourself for a handful of moments. It probably wouldn’t be very convincing, but you think James would likely play along anyway. In the end, he comes back to the sitting room without prompting, giving you a puzzled look. 

“Aren’t you coming to bed?” he asks. 

You wet your lips, shy but unable to contain your smile. “I am,” you admit. “I just don’t know if I have the energy to walk there all by myself.” 

James, for the indignant air he tries to put on, is unable to hide his smile either. “You want a lift too, do you?” 

“Please?” you ask sweetly. “Everyone else got one.” 

Your boyfriend—your sweetheart—doesn’t even feign reluctance. He kisses the top of your head as he bends to get his arms under you, and you twine yours around his neck happily. His chest is warm and reassuringly solid. If you weren’t already home, you would be now. 

“Are we tiring you out?” you ask, somewhat contritely, as he lifts you from the sofa. 

James makes a quiet pffting sound. “You lot? Angel, I bench two hundred.” 

“You know I don’t know what that means.” 

“It means that I could lift the three of you together, and it wouldn’t be as much as I lifted at the gym yesterday.” 

“Doesn’t that mean you’re already sore, though?” 

“Not so sore,” James kisses your hair, sounding amused, “that I can’t help my loves to bed. Alright? Don’t worry about me, lovie.” 

He places you in an empty spot at the end of the bed, rounding it to lie in his spot by the nightstand where he leaves his glasses each night. As you roll over, getting comfortable with your head on the pillow, you hear a murmur so quiet it might only be air. 

“You were right,” says Sirius. “That was very fit.”

[elixirfromthestars]

Two idiots in love are my absolute weakness, so you have me hooked from the second I read that. 🤭💖

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“You’re telling me you share an apartment with a man who looks like that and you haven’t fucked him?” Natasha stares after your roommate as he heads to the bar to grab the drink he promised to purchase you for losing a bet the weekend before.

^ Nat my dear that is an excellent point 👀🩷 Because I don’t know how long I could go having that man walk around and not lose my mind at how gorgeous he is 😩💕

“Well if you’re not interested, do you mind if I go for it? Pretty sure he’d be the best sex of my life.” Your heart drops through your stomach like an anvil. The thought of Bucky being intimate with anyone, let alone your best friend, is enough to send you into a spiral.

^ No because my heart would’ve sunk too ☹️💔

“You know if you give it a chance, you might find he likes you too. He’s got a smitten little smile for you.” This is what you’re afraid of. Hope.

^ I totally get her because it’s like on one hand when you have a crush you can be a little blinded to things around you, so other people might be able to see what you can’t—but they also might misinterpret things so I completely understand being afraid of hope 😭

The buoyant feeling in your chest which swells as you picture what dating Bucky might actually be like. How soft his lips would be against yours, how he’d mumble sweet devotions against your skin before tasting every inch of you, how in a room packed to the brim like the bar you’re in now, his eyes search for yours and everyone else in the periphery fades into nonexistence because you are the focal point of his entire world.

^ THE IMAGERY 🤭💗💗 You have me giggling and kicking my feet over here at imagining this 🥰

Reading the reader’s inner turmoil and her back and forth with herself is so relatable as a plus size girlie myself 🥺🩷 I’ve gotten better with the voice inside my head, but reading some of this stuff is like reading younger me’s thoughts and it just makes me want to give the reader a big hug 🥺❤️‍🩹

“Here you go, Sunrise.” His nickname for you ignites a flame in both your cheeks, and you’re forced to look down at the table in attempts to hide your reaction. He started calling you that within the first week of moving in, realising your love for staying up to read all night, until the sun came up the following day.

^ Wait that is such a cute nickname omg 🥹🌅💛🧡 And the reason behind it—ahhhh!! 🤭💛🧡

You try not to read into it too much that you are the only person you know of that Bucky has a nickname for. He’s just being friendly. A nice roommate.

^ friendly….a nice roommate…🫠 idiots in love will one day be my ending but it’s okay 😌💖

You are so far gone for him.

^ And I so relate to this. 🥰

His finger traces a light trail down your bare forearm which lights your skin on fire. You’re not even sure Bucky’s aware he’s doing it, it seems so casually intimate, such a soft touch as his eyes bore into yours, but it sends your brain into a meltdown. “Oh Sunrise, you don’t know the kind of heat I can bring if I really tried.”

^ TRY ME 🤭 SURPRISE ME 🤭💖

His face is so close to yours you can smell the beer on his breath and see how he wets his lips with a swipe of his tongue. He’s got these freckles scattered along his high cheekbones which reach the tips of his ears, that you want to place delicate kisses to, learn the constellations of pigmentation over his body so you could point them out blindfolded. And those fucking eyes, they’re impossible not to fall in love with. Those saxe eyes which hold so much wonder and tenderness, which seems to pool in the slightly darker flecks at the centre. You really would be perfectly content if those eyes were the last you ever see, being lured underneath the waves of blue to your doom, but like a siren's victim, you’d dive in with a smile on your face.

^ MUTUAL PINING MY BELOVED!!! 🤭💕💕💕 ITS ALWAYS THE LITTLE THINGS 🥰❤️❤️❤️ All the tension in this scene was so *chef’s kiss* and I am just ahhhhhhhhh!!! 💕💞💕💞 You write in the most beautiful detail Em, I am in awe of your writing!! 🫶🏼 Your prose is so wonderful I love it!! 🥹❤️

“I’m gonna go up to the bar and see if I can flirt my way to scoring a shot.” She announces as she stands, a shameless look passing between you and Bucky. “Some of us don’t have sex personified living in the next room we can flirt with to buy us free alcohol. You kids have fun continuing whatever that was. Just make sure to use protection.”

^ Oh, Nat you little—I love you for that 😂🩷🩷 She’s like the extroverted friend that adopted an introvert a.k.a. the reader 😂🩷

“Sex personified, huh? Is that what you two were whispering about behind my back before?” You might just burst into flames if you actually admit that to him, but the cocky smirk he shoots you suggests he is already fully aware how much sex appeal he has.

^ I mean…looking at us like that….were we wrong? 👀💗

“No, not that it’s any of your business, but don’t act like you don’t know how gorgeous you are Barnes.” There’s a sparkle in his eye as he smiles and scrunches his nose in that way which makes your tummy somersault.

^ The way I pictured the nose scrunch perfectly in my mind and it just brought the giddiest smile on my face 🥰❤️ Thank you for that image my darling 😌💖

Bucky quickly goes through the rules you were vaguely familiar with already, then shows you how it’s done by throwing two darts into the single twenty score area and then hitting a bullseye. He looks proud of himself too, and it brings a smile to your face just how cute he looks. Is he trying so hard to impress you?

^ Trying to impress her omg that’s so adorable 🥹🩷

“It takes a special kind of talent to miss by that much Sunrise.” He snickers, but his eyes still softly gaze at you even as he teases. “Shut up, it’s my first attempt.” You playfully rib back.

^ Mutual pining and cute banter? oh, how I love these two already 🥹💕

“C’mere, let me show you.” He stands at your back, so close you can smell his aftershave, a spicy cinnamon that reminds you of home, as his touch ghosts along your arms. He fiddles with your fingers, delicately directing them where he wants them on the dart. You’re pliant to his every command, conforming to the stance he wants you in, you even tilt your head up when he uses two fingers under your chin to carefully guide your eye line to where he wants it. Holding the small projectile in line with your eyes, you’re extremely aware that Bucky’s examining you, gazing at your profile, the curve of your nose, the undulations of your lips. You feel exposed, like he’s critiquing you, but when the outcome of that is him beaming a besotted smile in your direction, you feel like you must have done something right. You let the dart fly, barely able to concentrate on where it’s going, too caught up in how close Bucky is, how his hand rests on your waist like he was made to hold you, how his broad chest behind you is as solid as a wall, yet would be the perfect place to rest your head as you fell to sleep every night.

^ THE TENSION!! PERFECTION!! 🫠🩷🩷🩷 If that man was holding me that close I would not be able to concentrate on anything else I swear 😮‍💨💖

It punctures into the board this time, scoring a measly four points, but it’s sufficient for Bucky to wrap his arms around your middle, rest his head on your shoulder and give you a squeeze as he lowers his husky voice in your ear. “There you go, great job Sunrise.”

^ Ahhhhhhhhhhh 🥰 The things I would do to stay like that forever 🤭💞

He’s sitting at the table where you just left him, chatting up one of the most beautiful women you’ve ever seen. It’s as if someone’s poured a bucket of ice cold water over you. This devastating, borderline nauseating, chasm cleaving your chest in two is exactly why hope is the most dangerous feeling to cultivate unchecked.

^ Oh no ☹️💔 I’m sure it’s a misunderstanding, but our poor reader nooooo ☹️💔💔

It feels like there’s a cyclone wreaking havoc in your stomach as you watch their interaction. It looks sort of casual, at least given how far they are seated apart in such a noisy room, but there’s an axe carving your heart into splinters at the mere thought of what flirty chat is bouncing between them, the smile curving on his lips, and you find yourself needing to turn away. You know you can’t lose what was never yours in the first place, but then why does it feel like your soul is disintegrating and being sucked out of your body through a hole in your sternum?

^ Wreck my heart in the absolute prettiest detail, seriously 💔 This paragraph was so hauntingly beautiful and I could just feel the pain in my own heart too ☹️💔

What you don’t realise as you make your hasty exit, head down to avoid watching Bucky flirt with the beautiful blonde, is that he watches with an aching heart as you take every step without so much as saying goodbye - because he notices everything about you, in every scenario, hoping for any fraction of your attention in return.

^ MUTUAL PINING + IDIOTS IN LOVE + MISUNDERSTANDINGS = THE DEATH OF ME 😭

He swiftly grabs his jacket to chase after you, muttering a quick apology to his coworker he really doesn’t mean. He sees enough of her Monday to Friday for her to consume his weekends as well, especially when it's taking time away which could instead be spent with you.

^ And he’s going after her right away?? Ughhhh my heart 🤧🩷🩷

“Firstly, you're daft if you think I’m letting you walk that far by yourself. I’d be worried about you the whole time.” He tilts his head to the side and it reminds you of a sweet puppy gazing at their owner with fondness, willing to pursue them anywhere. “Secondly, you’re not ruining anything. It’s no fun without you there anyway.”

^ He’s so sweet to her 😭🩷🩷 I wish the reader could see just how special she is to him 🥺

Warmth blooms in your chest that even though it’s just as roommates, you’re the one Bucky’s returning to the apartment with. He’s not going home with Nat, or any other stunning girl he could pull with a single flirty glance. Instead it’s you who he drapes his jacket around when he notices you shivering and slows his large strides to allow you to keep up as you walk casually back home. Taking your time to extend your conversation and absorb the scent of his coat as you pull it tighter around yourself.

^ I’m going to lock these two in a room and make them talk 😂🩷 They’re so cute and they need to confess!!! 🫶🏼🫶🏼

Em, my darling, thank you so much for submitting this piece for my writing challenge 🩷🩷 My apologies for letting life get too much in the way that it took me some time to get to this fic 🥺 I mentioned this already, but your prose is so pretty I swear I’m obsessed with it!! 🫶🏼🫶🏼 I’m so soft for these two, and I don’t know when I’ll be able to, but I definitely added the part two to my reading list because I need to see these two get a happy ending 😭🩷🩷 Love you lots, and thanks again for participating!! 🥹🩷🩷

Right Here, Waiting

Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Curvy!Fem!Reader

PART 2 > >

Summary: You’re pining after your insanely attractive roommate, but are convinced he doesn’t feel the same way.

Prompts: Roommate AU for @avengers-assemble-bingo’s 108th Birthday Celebration & you can’t lose something you never had for @elixirfromthestars’s cinema writing challenge 🎥

Warnings: strictly 18+, talk of sex, TRIGGER WARNING internal monologue references reader having issues with weight & eating, sucking in her stomach, VERY insecure reader, angst in the form of belief of unrequited love, jealousy, idiots in love

Word count: 3.6k

A/N: as the winner of this very close poll, here is a little roommate AU with our beloved Bucky 🩵 banners by @vase-of-lilies

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“You’re telling me you share an apartment with a man who looks like that and you haven’t fucked him?” Natasha stares after your roommate as he heads to the bar to grab the drink he promised to purchase you for losing a bet the weekend before.

“Men and women can just be friends you know.”

“If my roommate looked like yours, I’d be jumping his bones every chance I got.”

He’s way out of my league, and as much as I might want him, he doesn’t think of me like that, is the rather depressing thought that has been replayed on loop in your mind since the devilishly attractive yet sweet as an angel Bucky Barnes moved in with you.

But instead of voicing aloud your insecurity, you simply hum in agreement. It’s easier than trying to explain your one sided crush that’s only ever going to end in heartache.

“Well if you’re not interested, do you mind if I go for it? Pretty sure he’d be the best sex of my life.” Your heart drops through your stomach like an anvil. The thought of Bucky being intimate with anyone, let alone your best friend, is enough to send you into a spiral.

Nat’s much more the type he’d go for anyway, beautiful, skinny, quick witted. Everything you’re not. She’s always the one who gets attention from guys at places like this, whereas you’re the ‘approachable one’ who gets asked if Nat’s single.

No one’s ever interested in you, especially not when you’re sitting next to your much hotter, thinner best friend.

“C’mon, there’s lots of guys here you could take home. You really have to make things awkward by sleeping with my roommate?” You try to sound as calm and collected as possible, but the lump in your throat betrays you.

Nat gives you a knowing look, seeing straight through your weak facade. She is your best friend after all, and knows you better than practically anyone in the world. “Of course I wouldn't, darling - I’m just trying to get you to admit you like him.”

There’s something almost worse about Nat knowing you’re crushing on Bucky - she can be so incessant, honing in on something and making it her mission to see it come to fruition, even if it’s to a bitter end. Which is exactly how your one sided crush will play out if she tries pushing you together.

You have an understanding which she hasn’t grasped yet that Bucky would never be attracted to you like that, and you’d rather spare your poor heart from his rejection and find a way to be content with friendship than risk hearing you’re too big, too unattractive, too much not his type for anything to happen.

“Can we just drop it. We’re roommates, nothing more.” But you know Nat’s incapable of letting something go once she’s got her claws sunk into it. You mostly love her for it, but in this one instance, it’s a right pain in the ass.

“You know if you give it a chance, you might find he likes you too. He’s got a smitten little smile for you.”

This is what you’re afraid of. Hope.

The buoyant feeling in your chest which swells as you picture what dating Bucky might actually be like. How soft his lips would be against yours, how he’d mumble sweet devotions against your skin before tasting every inch of you, how in a room packed to the brim like the bar you’re in now, his eyes search for yours and everyone else in the periphery fades into nonexistence because you are the focal point of his entire world.

But it’s that blind belief which will tear your heart to tatters. Hope will be your cause of death in the end. The expectation of a happy outcome despite all available evidence which will be your ultimate downfall.

“Don’t be ridiculous, look at him, there’s no way he’d ever be interested in me.” But yet, despite how much you tell yourself you’re destined for heartbreak, you can’t quite snuff out that last ember of hope deep in your chest when Bucky turns around with your drink in his hand and smiles reflexively as his eyes set on you all the way across the room.

“I hate it when you put yourself down like that.” There’s a glint in Nat’s eye like she wants to say more, but she notices Bucky returning from the bar and the words die in the back of her throat.

“Here you go, Sunrise.” His nickname for you ignites a flame in both your cheeks, and you’re forced to look down at the table in attempts to hide your reaction. He started calling you that within the first week of moving in, realising your love for staying up to read all night, until the sun came up the following day.

You try not to read into it too much that you are the only person you know of that Bucky has a nickname for. He’s just being friendly. A nice roommate.

“That’s the last time I bet you anything to do with food. Clearly you can eat and drink me under the table any day.” You know he’s just teasing about your bet, who could eat more spicy Indian food without needing to take a drink to subdue the burning heat on your tongue, but any comment related to the amount of food you eat or your weight always hits a little too close to home.

“Thanks Bucky.” Taking your drink from him, your fingers brush, sending goosebumps shivering down your arm, and his dazzling blue eyes regard you with what your hopeful heart believes is warm adoration. “At least you’re not being a sore loser this time round.”

“Excuse you, I’ve never been a sore loser. You just like to bend the rules to suit yourself.” He retorts before taking a sip of his beer, and you find it impossible to look away from how his perfectly plump lips cover the opening and his Adam’s apple bobs as he takes a sip.

You are so far gone for him.

“Sore loser.” You call in a sing-song voice that makes him chuckle in that way you can feel down to your bones. “Don’t blame me just because you can’t handle the heat, Barnes.”

His finger traces a light trail down your bare forearm which lights your skin on fire. You’re not even sure Bucky’s aware he’s doing it, it seems so casually intimate, such a soft touch as his eyes bore into yours, but it sends your brain into a meltdown.

“Oh Sunrise, you don’t know the kind of heat I can bring if I really tried.”

His face is so close to yours you can smell the beer on his breath and see how he wets his lips with a swipe of his tongue. He’s got these freckles scattered along his high cheekbones which reach the tips of his ears, that you want to place delicate kisses to, learn the constellations of pigmentation over his body so you could point them out blindfolded.

And those fucking eyes, they’re impossible not to fall in love with. Those saxe eyes which hold so much wonder and tenderness, which seems to pool in the slightly darker flecks at the centre. You really would be perfectly content if those eyes were the last you ever see, being lured underneath the waves of blue to your doom, but like a siren's victim, you’d dive in with a smile on your face.

There’s a cough from your left which breaks the trance Bucky’s eyes have you in. You would never admit it aloud, but you’d forgotten, just for a brief moment, that your best friend was at the table with you.

Nat’s looking at you with a bold grin and you know before she even opens her mouth that she’s about to say something cheeky and probably completely against your wishes to keep your yearning devotion a secret.

“I’m gonna go up to the bar and see if I can flirt my way to scoring a shot.” She announces as she stands, a shameless look passing between you and Bucky. “Some of us don’t have sex personified living in the next room we can flirt with to buy us free alcohol. You kids have fun continuing whatever that was. Just make sure to use protection.”

Nat walks off without another word, but after her quip, you find you can’t look Bucky quite in the eye.

You’re positive in this moment he’ll laugh at the insinuation that anything remotely romantic or sexual exists between you two and you brace yourself for the puncture to your heart.

But instead, he just looks at you with those big blue eyes and smiles warmly, as if Nat had simply commented about needing to use the restroom to excuse her absence.

“Sex personified, huh? Is that what you two were whispering about behind my back before?” You might just burst into flames if you actually admit that to him, but the cocky smirk he shoots you suggests he is already fully aware how much sex appeal he has.

It feels like your heart is beating in your throat as you answer and you pray he can’t hear the difference in your voice.

“No, not that it’s any of your business, but don’t act like you don’t know how gorgeous you are Barnes.”

There’s a sparkle in his eye as he smiles and scrunches his nose in that way which makes your tummy somersault. You could be fooled into thinking you were back in your apartment alone with him, the only girl within a hundred miles with the way his pupils grow wide and fixate solely on you in this bar crowded with people much more alluring than yourself.

You shake your head, almost imperceptibly, trying to rid your mind of sanguine thoughts that are just setting you up to be greatly disappointed.

You can’t get your hopes up.

There’s a dartboard which becomes available beside your table and you stand with your drink. “C’mon, last weekend you told me you’d show me how to play this ridiculous game and I’m holding you to that.”

It’s not that you don’t already understand the principle of darts, but when Bucky promises to spend more time with you, you’re not about to turn him down.

There’s this gleam in his eye you can’t quite place as he stands and follows you to the dark corner of the bar. You want to believe it’s something of endearment at calling him ‘gorgeous’, a fondness he reserves only for you, but you try reminding yourself that’s the kind of false hope you’ve been desperately shoveling out of your chest and you have to be stronger to not allow such optimistic concepts to penetrate through your defences.

Bucky quickly goes through the rules you were vaguely familiar with already, then shows you how it’s done by throwing two darts into the single twenty score area and then hitting a bullseye. He looks proud of himself too, and it brings a smile to your face just how cute he looks. Is he trying so hard to impress you?

Pushing that thought from your mind, you step up to take your aim. Your first throw goes very astray, not even hitting the dartboard at all, but instead sticking into the wood panelling about a foot below it.

You feel horrified that you’ve just embarrassed yourself, not only in front of Bucky, but the entire bar. Looking around with a sheepish grimace, you find fortunately no one is paying any attention to you, and when your eyes land on Bucky, you can’t help but both burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter that lasts so long you’re cheeks start to hurt.

“It takes a special kind of talent to miss by that much Sunrise.” He snickers, but his eyes still softly gaze at you even as he teases.

“Shut up, it’s my first attempt.” You playfully rib back.

“C’mere, let me show you.” He stands at your back, so close you can smell his aftershave, a spicy cinnamon that reminds you of home, as his touch ghosts along your arms.

He fiddles with your fingers, delicately directing them where he wants them on the dart. You’re pliant to his every command, conforming to the stance he wants you in, you even tilt your head up when he uses two fingers under your chin to carefully guide your eye line to where he wants it.

Holding the small projectile in line with your eyes, you’re extremely aware that Bucky’s examining you, gazing at your profile, the curve of your nose, the undulations of your lips. You feel exposed, like he’s critiquing you, but when the outcome of that is him beaming a besotted smile in your direction, you feel like you must have done something right.

You let the dart fly, barely able to concentrate on where it’s going, too caught up in how close Bucky is, how his hand rests on your waist like he was made to hold you, how his broad chest behind you is as solid as a wall, yet would be the perfect place to rest your head as you fell to sleep every night.

It punctures into the board this time, scoring a measly four points, but it’s sufficient for Bucky to wrap his arms around your middle, rest his head on your shoulder and give you a squeeze as he lowers his husky voice in your ear. “There you go, great job Sunrise.”

You try not to think about how large your stomach is as he holds you, sucking in slightly, instead trying to savour the feeling of being in his arms. If he recognises how fast your heart is now beating against his chest, he doesn’t mention it.

The two of you continue to play your game, forgetting all about the hearty atmosphere of the bar, just enjoying each other's company, and your atrocious attempt at beating Bucky in a game he’s had far too much experience with.

You suspect he downplays his skill - you hope to spend more time alone with you, but more than likely just so you don’t feel completely embarrassed by your endeavours.

Once he’s beaten you for a second time, you find a free table to set yourselves, before you go up to the bar to order a second round. You can’t seem to shake the smile off your face as you give the bartender your order. A sense of light optimism builds in your chest, Bucky’s just given up his night to spend with you as you make a fool of yourself playing darts.

He could be out with anyone, giving them all his attention. But instead he’s with you. Eyes softening and an enchanting smile spreading on his features as if he’s already precisely where he wants to be.

You turn to look back at Bucky to find the one thing in the world that could dampen your high spirits.

He’s sitting at the table where you just left him, chatting up one of the most beautiful women you’ve ever seen.

It’s as if someone’s poured a bucket of ice cold water over you. This devastating, borderline nauseating, chasm cleaving your chest in two is exactly why hope is the most dangerous feeling to cultivate unchecked.

She’s absolutely stunning, with shoulder length blonde hair, a glittery, low plunging top that brings out the radiance in her light eyes and accentuates her fit figure. She’s everything you’re not, everything Bucky deserves, and everything that makes you so acutely aware of how much physical space you take up in the world.

How someone as beautiful as Bucky could never be attracted to the likes of you when women like her walk on this earth.

It feels like there’s a cyclone wreaking havoc in your stomach as you watch their interaction. It looks sort of casual, at least given how far they are seated apart in such a noisy room, but there’s an axe carving your heart into splinters at the mere thought of what flirty chat is bouncing between them, the smile curving on his lips, and you find yourself needing to turn away.

You know you can’t lose what was never yours in the first place, but then why does it feel like your soul is disintegrating and being sucked out of your body through a hole in your sternum?

Bucky’s single, the two of you aren’t even remotely dating, you are purely roommates. You just so happened to have a spare room available at the same time he broke up with his ex and needed somewhere to sleep. You were a convenient solution to the awkward situation he found himself in.

And you’ve never been anything more.

He has every right to flirt, fuck and date whomever he pleases. Which decidedly isn’t you.

You search out Nat who’s over by the other side of the room, your extremities almost feeling numb as you walk past so many groups of friends and handsy partners, knowing that the one person who consumes your entire world simply views you as just someone whom he shares a bathroom with and occasionally bets wagers of buying a round of drinks.

She’s flirting with some handsome, tall stranger who appears to have bought her a couple drinks. You don’t want to ruin her night either, but you know she’d be irate if you disappeared without telling her.

All you want is the comfort of your bed, snuggled underneath a mountain of blankets where you can escape into a world where Bucky isn’t flirting with someone who is both much prettier and much thinner than you.

Should you even go home if Bucky brings her back to the apartment where you’d be subjected to listening to the entire affair?

Probably not, but at this point you just need to get out of here, as far away as possible from the scene which is causing your throat to constrict and tears to sting behind your eyes.

You touch Nat on the upper arm to pull her attention. “Imma head home.”

Her line of sight specifically redirects to the table you were seated with Bucky at, to find the source of your crushing heartbreak.

“Alright, then I’m coming with you.”

“No, please stay, have fun, I’m fine it’s just getting a little loud in here.” You lie through your teeth, but after pretending all night you're not about to start admitting your feelings now. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The look Nat gives you is a clear indication she doesn’t believe your fib, but you simply turn away from her piercing eyes and stalk towards the door, trying to avoid bumping into the crowd of people in your path.

What you don’t realise as you make your hasty exit, head down to avoid watching Bucky flirt with the beautiful blonde, is that he watches with an aching heart as you take every step without so much as saying goodbye - because he notices everything about you, in every scenario, hoping for any fraction of your attention in return.

He swiftly grabs his jacket to chase after you, muttering a quick apology to his coworker he really doesn’t mean. He sees enough of her Monday to Friday for her to consume his weekends as well, especially when it's taking time away which could instead be spent with you.

“Sunrise, wait up!” You hear a very familiar deep voice call from behind you just as you’re about to put on your headphones. You’d know that voice anywhere, even if he hadn’t used your nickname.

“Bucky? What’re you doing?”

“You think I’m gonna let you walk home alone this late at night?” He says with such an ease, as if it were the only possible outcome given the situation. Like he didn’t have a drop dead gorgeous woman in the bar waiting to take him home and do downright pornographic things to him.

“I didn’t mean to ruin your fun. It’s only a couple blocks, I can walk it myself.” You can’t find it in you to feel guilty about pulling him away from the woman inside, especially not when he looks so content having followed you out into the cold night air.

“Firstly, you're daft if you think I’m letting you walk that far by yourself. I’d be worried about you the whole time.” He tilts his head to the side and it reminds you of a sweet puppy gazing at their owner with fondness, willing to pursue them anywhere. “Secondly, you’re not ruining anything. It’s no fun without you there anyway.”

Warmth blooms in your chest that even though it’s just as roommates, you’re the one Bucky’s returning to the apartment with. He’s not going home with Nat, or any other stunning girl he could pull with a single flirty glance. Instead it’s you who he drapes his jacket around when he notices you shivering and slows his large strides to allow you to keep up as you walk casually back home. Taking your time to extend your conversation and absorb the scent of his coat as you pull it tighter around yourself.

Dammit, there’s that incessant hope again.

You really are too enamoured with him for your own good. Even if it wasn’t tonight, you're just setting yourself up for a more agonising downfall in the end.

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I Can Feel You Pt 24

Metroplex x Reader

• Relaxed, you press your face against Scamper’s neck, feeling the drone’s hands wandering over you as if Metroplex is reassuring himself that you’re okay. Had he worried? Missed you like you’d missed him? Hurt for you. “Anything feel off or wrong?” Ratchet asks and you’d almost forgotten the medic was there. And part of you is still so hurt and angry that he’d taken you from Metroplex even as you understand why. That he’d been trying to help. To save your life. But it’s hard to let go of that anger.

• Half tempted to try and scan you as you ignore him until Scamper nudges your head with his, Ratchet risks a glance at Metroplex’s massive spark. Had been half afraid you’d not survive bonding with the Titan. That it’d be his fault for suggesting it. That he’d have to live with that guilt and failure. “I’m fine. Thank you,” you mutter, tone sullen to make him smile. Doubts you’ll ever really forgive him for taking you from your home and mate, still has trouble comprehending that fact, the knowledge strangely jarring when he thinks about it. That you’re the last Titan’s spark mate. A little human.

• Curling an arm around you to tuck you closer against his drone, Metroplex watches the medic. “You’ll be needed,” Metroplex says and you look up at his drone in question. And he hesitates, not sure how to ask. If it’s even possible and almost wanting to not know if the answer is that he can’t. Wants to lie to himself and pretend it could work. To try. Hand sliding possessively to your hip as he brushes the drone’s cheek against yours, trying to say the words. To just ask. Could you even carry a Titan spark?

• Smiling when the drone brushes its helm against your forehead, you wait. Waiting for Metroplex to gather his thoughts, because he clearly wants something from Ratchet. Probably to scan you and even though you’re sure it’s not necessary, you’ll still let him if it eases his worry. “Tell me,” you whisper, pressing a kiss against the drone’s battle mask.

• Needed? Did the Titan sense something off when he’d bonded with you? Reaching for his scanner, Ratchet heads your way and the drone is staring at him before his attention dips to you. A servo sliding over your bottom lip as the spark high above pulses. “Sparklings?” The Titan asks and it’s the first time he’s ever heard Metroplex sound uncertain. Almost afraid of the answer and you’re frowning, not understanding, but Ratchet does. Knows the Titan is asking if it’s possible, reminding him that Metroplex is the only one left. That the ancient Titans die out with him and disappear forever. Unless he can sire more.

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[dailynnt]

ONE NIGHT AS THE PRICE OF A REQUEST

⋆˙⟡ Summary: You hate your neighbor Jungkook, but you have to ask him to pretend to be your boyfriend at a party to get rid of your annoying boss. He agrees, but you don't even imagine what you'll have to pay him with. Everything goes according to plan until Jungkook reveals his true price during the dance: one night with him or your life in the neighborhood will be hell.

⋆˙⟡ Couple: Jeon Jungkook/ The Reader, Jungkook/Y/N

⋆˙⟡ Age restrictions: 18+

⋆˙⟡ Index of chapters: ≣

⋆˙⟡ Number of chapter: 10/?

⋆˙⟡ Tags: enemies-to-neighbors-to-lover, fake relationship, hate to desire, dom!Jungkook, heated blackmail, one bed trope (later more than one bed), undeniable chemistry, forced deal, mutual obsession, dangerous game, unexpected feelings, passion on edge, impossible to resist, tension and desire, unprotected sex, sexual tension, slow burning

⋆˙⟡ From author: Here I tried to add drama, added a meeting with the mother (I'll give a little spoiler that this meeting with her will affect the next development of the plot) and it seems that Y/N is breaking down the walls erected around Jungkook 💗 What do you think, my dear? I'm really excited for the published of these two chapters for you 😰❤️‍🔥 Give me feedback so I know where to fix or add something? ❤️‍🔥💘

⋆˙⟡ Dedication: to my biggest love @kelsyx33, @curse-of-art, @kooko009, @smokinghotstargirl, @myjungkookthighs, @mskookie, @minimoninini, @medstudentlifestyle for loving me for nothing. I love you girls twice as much 🥺🤭💜🫶🏻

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⋆˙⟡ Warning: English is not my native language, so please be lenient with mistakes in the text 🥹

Chapter 10. Home

Jungkook's car did not fit into the local landscape. The expensive foreign car stood in stark contrast to the old streets of the city's private sector. The narrow street you knew so well brought back memories from your childhood. The old, shabby fences, painted by your grandfather's hand, and the familiar smell of the sea coming from somewhere far away immediately evoked a warm longing.

Time seemed to stand still here. While megacities were growing up, this place remained cozy and real. The way you left it when you moved to Seoul.

"Does she do this often?" Jungkook asked, watching the road ahead closely, snapping you out of your pleasant nostalgia.

"She's done it a few times. The last time I warned her that if she took the money from Halmoni, I would file a police report," you said bitterly, then laughed in frustration, "and she started blackmailing me, saying she would call my work and tell them I was neglecting her and abusing her. So we agreed that I should send her money once a month to buy her food. But I know that she spends this money on alcohol..." you told Jungkook about your mother. He asked you and you really didn't want to tell him something so personal about yourself. It would have been nice if Jungkook didn't know what your mother was like, but you tell him everything and you really didn't understand why.

He parked the car smoothly in front of your grandmother's familiar house, which you pointed out on the way. The car stopped, and you quickly reached for your backpack, internally preparing to say goodbye.

"Thanks for bringing me," you said quietly, avoiding his gaze. You didn't want him to see your embarrassment. To be honest, you were sure he would just bring you to Busan and go right back to his business in Seoul.

He looked at you silently, and then turned his body around, leaning his elbow on the car door. His smile was almost sly.

"Do you really think I'm just going to turn around and drive back?" he asked, as if reading your mind.

You froze, looking up at him. Actually, that was exactly what you thought. So you didn't understand why he had ridden with you for such a distance.

"Do you want to stay?" you said quietly, not believing you were asking the question.

"Yes," he answered without a shadow of hesitation. "And not just because of you. I have some business here in Busan. I decided to take this opportunity to finish them."

Your mind raced. Part of you was happy - unexpectedly, but very sincerely. And the other part, accustomed to independence, to relying only on yourself, began to feel anxious. What is he doing here? Why does he care about you?

"Well... if you need to..." you muttered, already grabbing the door handle, preparing to leave. But at the same moment you heard him turn off the engine. Your heart sank.

Only then did it dawn on you: he wasn't just staying in the city. He was staying right next to you.

You quickly turned to him as he reached out to get out of the car.

"Wait..." you said suddenly.

He stopped and looked at you.

"What?"

"You... where are you going?" your voice sounded cautious, as if you were afraid to hear the answer.

But he didn't have time to give it. His gaze suddenly shifted - he was no longer looking at you, but behind your back. His eyes became attentive.

You turned around and saw your grandmother slowly walk out of the yard, holding onto the fence. She looked a little confused, but smiling.

She noticed you and her smile became joyful, and her eyes sparkled. You forgot about Jungkook and hurried over to her. You hadn't seen your grandmother for more than two months and you missed her very much. As you hugged your grandmother, you felt her familiar warmth, her palms stroking your back, and her eyes full of love and concern.

"You lose weight... did you eat anything in Seoul?" she murmured quietly, hugging you as if she was afraid to let go.

"I ate, Halmoni, don't worry," you smiled through your tears, feeling your whole body relaxing next to her.

But a moment later, Grandma looked over your shoulder and looked in surprise.

"Who is it that has come with you, my flower?" asked Grandma, rubbing her eyes and fixing her apron.

You turned around sharply. Jungkook was standing by the car, wearing a half-smile that immediately alerted you. He looked completely out of place: expensive clothes, strong posture, and that confident light in his eyes that for some reason made your heart skip a beat.

"This is..." you started, but didn't have time to finish.

"Greetings, Halmoni," he took a step toward you and your Grandma and bowed low, "I'm your granddaughter's boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook, nice to meet you," he finished, straightening his back. You raised your eyebrows and opened your mouth in surprise. You were ready to kill him for introducing himself to grandma as your boyfriend. Jungkook looked at you and liked the way you looked. Your anger was his favorite thing in the world.

"A boyfriend... how unexpectedly,"" grandma said, turning her head to you, she smiled kindly as she assessed Jungkook. "My dear girl, why didn't you tell your grandmother that you have a boyfriend and you coming with him? I would have prepared the best holiday table," she nervously began to adjust her clothes.

"Halmoni is..." you wanted to say something, but you were too shocked by Jungkook's prank. He, in turn, came closer and put his arm around your waist. You glared at him angrily.

"There's no need to worry Halmon, and I'm sorry for coming unannounced, but I wanted to finally meet you, so I asked Y/N to come over together," Jungkook said with a friendly smile on his lips. Grandma was looking at you and couldn't get enough.

"You two are so beautiful together. Y/N daughter, how could you hide from me that you have such a beautiful boy?"

You opened and closed mouth because you just didn't know what to say. You didn't hide anything from your grandmother because you weren't going to lie to her about your fake relationship with Jungkook. But her words made you feel guilty.

"Let's go inside, you must be hungry from the road, I made Y/N's favorite pulgogi and I really want to hear how you met..." Grandma turned around and walked as fast as she could to set the table, and you shouted after her.

"Halmoni, we're coming, we're just going to pick up the grocery bags..."

Grandma said she would be waiting for you inside, and when her figure disappeared behind the door, you moved away from Jungkook too quickly. He knew you were about to protest, and he was prepared to listen to your disgruntled tone. You crossed your arms over your chest, and he hid his in pockets.

"What the hell are you doing? Why did you tell Halmoni that you were my boyfriend? Our agreement has nothing to do with my family!" you snapped.

Jungkook raised his eyebrows slightly, but didn't look guilty - on the contrary, as if he was expecting this.

"Your Halmoni doesn't seem like the kind of person who would let a some guy stay overnight if he's even a friend or neighbour," he said calmly, with a hint of mockery in his voice.

You sighed sharply, flushing red. He was playing the game his way again.

"What do you mean stay overnight? You were planning to stay here tonight?" you were shocked.

"Well, yeah, I can't leave you alone..." he said casually, taking a step toward you. He towered over you, and you tilted your head back a little to see his face.

"You will not stay the night at my halmoni's house, you will go to a hotel," you said clearly. Jungkook pressed his lips into a thin line, clearly not happy with your words.

"How can I go to the hotel now? I'm your boyfriend, wouldn't it be weird if I didn't spend the night with you?" he touched his fingers lightly to your cheek, stroking it gently. This gesture made you lose your sense of reality for a moment, and then you sharply knocked his hand away.

"You did that on purpose! Why are you such a chronic liar?" you raged.

"I didn't do it on purpose. It's just that it's better if we play the game to the end. If your family knows that I'm your boyfriend, then our relationship will look even more believable."

You cringed, as if he'd just said something extremely gross.

"So now my family is part of your play?" you asked quietly, but very sharply. Your eyes glittered with anger and disappointment.

Jungkook didn't answer right away. His eyes became serious. He lost that mocking smile that irritated you and just stood there for a few seconds looking at you.

"If you're part of my show, then so is your family," he said, without the warmth in his voice. "But I'm here for you, in case you haven't noticed."

You gritted your teeth, trying not to let your emotions get the better of you. You ignored his words that he was here for you. Even though they made your heart skip a beat.

"I don't want you to stay." you said with the same coldness in your voice.

"Fine. But I'll stay." He didn't listen to you.

"Jungkook!" you almost jumped up and down in anger. "Can't you do it the way I want for once?"

"I can," he answered calmly. "But I don't want to."

He smiled again and then made his way to the car and opened the trunk. He picked up a few packages as if it were a regular family visit.

"I'll bring the groceries in. And you, if you want, go explain to Halmoni that I'm an impostor and we're not really together. But look right in her eye and say it. Only honestly."

He walked into the house, leaving you standing in the middle of the yard with a knot in your chest and confusion in your head.

Because the problem was that you couldn't tell her the truth anymore. And you didn't know why you didn't have the strength to actually send him away.

***

Grandma fed you the world's most delicious pulgogi and kimchi, and a whole bunch of other dishes she made for your visit. Jungkook ate everything she put on the table without hesitation, and you watched him sneakily.

He lied to your grandmother with gusto about your first meeting and how you "fell in love" with each other, and his cheeks were full of rice and kimchi. He acted as if he had been to this house a hundred times and had known Grandma all his life. It was obvious that she liked him - she listened attentively, laughed at his jokes and brought him plates of extra.

"My daughter, why are you so quiet?" your grandmother finally paid attention to you. She put her hand on your and stroked it gently. You looked up at her and smiled gently.

"I'm just afraid to interrupt your perfect conversation," you said, glancing over at Jungkook. He had finally eaten and was sitting with his hands on the table.

"Oh sweetheart, Jungkook is such a good boy. I like him and I'm glad you two are dating, you couldn't ask for a better match," Grandma said with admiration. You smiled wider and looked at Jungkook again. He smiled smugly. You barely stopped yourself from rolling your eyes.

"You're right, Halmoni, you couldn't ask for a better boyfriend..." you mocked.

"And I won't find a better girl," Jungkook said in a confident voice. You looked at him in disbelief, but he looked so serious that something in your chest trembled.

"Oh, my dear children, I'm so happy for you!" sighed Grandma, holding back her tears. "My flower, I'm glad to see you happy with Jungkook, I hope your relationship will grow into a long and eternal love..."

You almost choked on your juice that were drinking while your grandmother was talking. You coughed and Jungkook hurriedly patted you on the back.

"Be careful, my love, or your grandmother's hopes will not come true," Jungkook joked. You were coughing, but you wanted to kill Jungkook for calling you "my love" in front of your grandmother. You gently removed his hands and pulled away.

"Thank you, honey I'll be careful," you said, sounds pretending sweet. Jungkook felt your tone and squinted his eyes.

And Grandma started praising you again, saying how wonderful couple you were, and you could barely contain yourself. Because it was a performance for you. And only one person in the room believed in everything-your grandmother.

The rumble of the gate you suddenly heard made you tense. You heard a voice from the street and abruptly got up from the table. Jungkook stood up and followed you. You stopped a step away from the front door and saw your mother through the ajar door.

Jungkook froze behind you, silently realizing who the woman was. You looked alike. You were her young copy. But there was a gulf between you. Her once beautiful face was disfigured by the alcohol she had been drinking for years. Her eyes were blurred but sparkled with a strange nervous energy. She was leaning on the doorjamb as if she wasn't sure she could stand. Her lips curled into a half-smile, more like a grimace.

"Look who's here..." she barely managed to say, looking directly at you. "And even with a boyfriend, can you believe it? And I thought you were a chaste modesty."

Your face instantly lost all expression. You clenched your jaw, trying not to let on how much these words hurt. Jungkook remained silent, but you could feel him tense up. His body stood behind yours like a shield.

"Why did you come here?" you asked in a trembling voice. You were holding back too many emotions inside. The sight of your mother, drunk and unkempt, made your heart clench with pain. But even more so with disgust.

"Why?" she took a shaky step forward, but you didn't budge, "Mother promised to give me more money, I have to live for something. You're a cheeky girl, not answering your mother's phone. You're sitting there in Seoul, all important... and I'm supposed to starve to death?"

"Came to bully at grandmother, that she giving you money for a bottle again?" your voice shook with rage. "I warned you not to touch her. If you do anything to her again, I'll go and file a police report against you. For extortion. For violence."

Your mother giggled.

"The police? And what are you going to tell them? That your poor mommy is asking you for a penny because her selfish daughter can't support her?" her eyes glittered with hatred. "Look at yourself. Do you despise me? Do you think you're better because you live in the city, because you fuck a rich guy and drive an expensive car?"

"Shut up." You took another step forward. You were shaking. "You've never been a mother. Ever. You abandoned me when I was a baby. And now you come when you need money for a bottle!"

"I raised you!" she snapped, indignant.

"You?" you laughed bitterly. "You weren't around when I was growing up. When I was sick. And when I was studying. You only appear when you need money. Like a parasite!"

Your mother's face changed dramatically. From a disdainful mask to one contorted with rage. She raised her hand, losing control.

"You little bitch..." your mother raised her hand to hit you, but Jungkook, who had been standing silent right up until that moment, reacted instantly. His hand grabbed her wrist before she could touch you. The movement was precise, without a shadow of hesitation. Your mother flinched.

"I would strongly advise you to never, ever lay a hand on her again," Jungkook's voice was low, almost dangerous. His eyes glittered with coldness, and this sternness combined with his self-control was... eerie.

Your mother was embarrassed and tried to pull away, but Jungkook's grip was like steel.

"Who are you to..." she began, but she didn't have time to finish because Jungkook leaned slightly toward her, never letting go of her arm, and said through clenched teeth in a way that sent chills down her spine.

"I'm the one who will make your life unbearable if you ever show up here again and scare Halmoni or touch Y/N. I can make someone like you disappear from the face of the earth. And believe me, no one will even ask where you went."

His mother stared at him - at first with a challenge, but then fear appeared in those eyes. For the first time in all the years of your life, she was afraid. Really scared. To the bone.

You stood next to him, still trembling, but now... not just from anger. The way he defended you, the way he stood up for you without a shadow of a doubt... Something in your chest shuddered, as if it had moved.

"Do you understand?" Jungkook let go of her abruptly, as if even touching her was disgusting.

The mother swayed, grabbing the doorjamb. She remained silent, breathing heavily, as if she had been running, rubbing her wrist where Jungkook had grabbed her.

"Oh, you bagged yourself a rich man, huh?..." she suddenly looked away from Jungkook and at you. "They're all like that, daughter. First they say they love you, and then they dump you because they've had enough of you..." she spat at Jungkook's feet, causing him to raised his eyebrows, "He'll dump you as soon as he gets tired of you. Just like your dad did to me... but when he does leave you, you better not end up like your horrible alcoholic mother." she turned to leave. "I won't come again, I don't want to know you all."

The mother finally left, stumbling and muttering under her breath, Jungkook turned to you. His eyes were still serious, but softer as he looked at you.

"Are you okay?" he asked, and there was no irony in his voice. You stood there completely stunned by your mother's words about a father she had never spoken of. The whole situation that had just happened in front of you made a new crack in your soul and you no longer had the strength to hold back the hurt and tears. You cried, and Jungkook just pulled you to him. You cried into his chest, and he held you tightly in his arms. Grandma, who stood nearby, was also crying quietly.

***

You silently went into your room at grandmother's house. After your shower, your skin smelled like a delicate peach, but inside you still felt like a crack, like an old wound that had been torn open again.

Jungkook was already in bed. He didn't leave. You asked him to stay after Grandma left so that you two could spend time together. He said that he was going to go to a hotel for the night, but you said that grandma would insist anyway. You felt that if he left, you would become even more desperate.

Quietly, you walked to the bed, took off your robe, leaving you in a thin home t-shirt and shorts, and slid under the covers. Your back was to him.

The bed sagged gently, and you felt his warmth. He moved over gently, his chest touching your back, and something about that touch made you exhale a little deeper.

His hand touched your waist - not holding you, not forcing you. Just... holding.

"How are you feeling?" he whispered, so close that his breath was touching your ear.

"I’m fine," you answered shortly, your voice sounding broken. He didn't ask anymore. He just lay there, silent, breathing in unison with you.

"Thank you..." you whispered suddenly. You hadn't thanked him before, and you truly appreciated his support. "For protecting me and Halmoni today."

He didn't answer right away. Then he sighed, slowly, almost silently.

"You were unlucky with your mother... but it looks like she won't be coming back. And if she does, I'll make sure it's really the last time." Jungkook assured you. His words made your chest tighten. You wanted to object, but he was already speaking. "And I'll make sure she returns everything she took to her grandmother. Every last won."

"Don't do that," you whispered. "It's none of your business. I can handle it myself..."

"But I want to," his voice was serious, without a hint of joking. "Your Halmoni is a such kind woman. If you don't want to accept my help, she will. And it will be my pleasure to help her."

Silence fell again. You felt his hand on your thigh - it was big, warm and gentle. He stroked your skin lightly.

This closeness... his breathing, his chest pressed against your back, his fingers that involuntarily slid a little lower... all this made your body tremble with a subtle wave of excitement.

You unconsciously pressed against him. Your hips slipped back a little, and you felt his cock begin to strain from your few movements. But Jungkook didn't seem to notice your hints. You moved again, as if on purpose in his arms. His cock was already hard and you could feel its warmth through the thin fabric of his shorts and underwear.

Jungkook wordlessly moved closer to you, and you both felt it. Your panties began to get wet and between the legs throbbed with excitement. His hand slid down your thigh.

"Are you trying to seduce me?" he whispered directly into your ear, his voice low and husky. "Do you think it's a good idea to rub against my crotch like that... and make my cock get hard?"

You held your breath, and only for a moment, at the sound of his voice, which made you even more hot. Then you whispered, trying not to give away your true intention, even though it was more than obvious.

"I... I just... I'm a little tight in your arms..." you lied.

"Really...?" he huffed in disbelief. His hand, which had been squeezing your thigh, slid to your stomach and continued to move upward, making its way under the fabric of your shirt. He touched your breasts and squeezed lightly. Your moisture was becoming more and more abundant.

Jungkook raised himself up on his elbow and pushed thighs against you as if to tease you.

"You're shameless. You want sex when your grandmother is sleeping in the next room?" he whispered. "What am I supposed to do with you, huh...?" Jungkook asked in the same whisper, his voice low and deep, vibrating somewhere in his stomach. "You've already pushed me away three times after I've done you good. Three times. I'm getting a little tired of hearing it. Maybe we should stop?" He let go of your breasts and brought his palm down. His hand ducked under the fabric of your sleeping shorts, touching your folds. You were wet, so wet and that's all for him.

Jungkook's words were half-joking, and you knew it, but they held the truth, a small stab of disappointment at your past actions and the words you'd said to him without mercy.

He continued to caress your clit and you moaned softly. You barely managed to turn your head slightly to the side, toward him. Your breath was hot and your lips were trembling.

"I won't push you away..." you whispered. "I want... I want it, Jungkook...please…"

He froze. And then slowly, with that predatory playfulness that drove you crazy, he answered.

"You hear that, kitten," he ran his fingers over your aroused clit and plunged his fingers into your passage again and again, pressing you in tighter against himself, "you're begging me again. What about that fucking rule you made?"

Jungkook turned you completely around, hovering over you, never ceasing to finger you. You spread your legs, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Your nails left half-moon dents in his warm skin.

"Fuck the rules," you said between moans. Jungkook laughed softly.

"So bold," he finally kissed you on the lips. His tongue filled your mouth as if it had always belonged to him. Your tongues clashed and wrestled with each other, as if trying to know who was in charge. Jungkook grabbed your tongue and sucked on it, proving his superiority to you. He parted your lips so that you could breathe in some air.

"You're going to throw words like that around, and then tell me to ignore it again because you were having an orgasm?" Jungkook teased. He loved using your actions and words against you.

"Jungkook..." you squeezed the skin on his shoulders harder, pulling him closer "shut your mouth and just fuck me already," your voice sounded annoyed. Jungkook raised his eyebrows and laughed at your intolerance.

"Oh I'll do it kitten, but now you know your rule no longer applies?!" his voice was hoarse with excitement, but also full of triumph. He loved that you had given in, breaking your own rule that you had promised to keep. He knew it from the beginning, that you would be the first to give up.

His fingers slid over your wet fold once more, long, slow, until you trembled, as if trying to brand this moment. And then he abruptly removed his hand, making you moan with loss.

"Fuck you?" he repeated, licking his lips. "I want to do it so badly right now, but you know how much I love listening to your pleas? I think I'll listen to your sweet beseech first..."

Jungkook's lips found your neck, and you arched up, exposing your skin to him. His kisses were wet, warm, slow, and all of this made you tremble even more, clenching your thighs. The kisses fueled your need to have him, but you knew he would soon have you begging. Beg as if your life depended on it.

He took off your shorts and underwear at the same time so as not to spend too much time on this one, so that he could have the moreover of it for something more worthwhile, such as pushing you to your limit. And then he took off his boxers and threw them somewhere else.

He threw aside the blanket you were still covered with and positioned himself between your legs. He could see your pussy glistening in the darkness of the room, making him obsessed with you.

He positioned himself comfortably between your legs, pressing his erect cock against your pussy. You felt his hot flesh and sighed heavily. You need him inside.

Jungkook pulled up your shirt, exposing your breasts. He fell on one of your nipples and sucked hard. You felt pain, but kept yourself from screaming by biting your lip.

"Kook..." you called to him.

"I'm here, kitten" he whispered, stopping for a moment.

"Come inside," you begged. He grinned against your nipple and kept his eyes on you.

You wiggled your hips, hoping that this would make him finally fill you with his cock. But he didn't seem to be in any hurry.

His lips moved to your neck, covering it with wet marks, sucking on the skin, but not doing what you wanted most.

"Please..." you breathed out, barely audible. Jungkook stood over you.

"It's so sweet coming from you. Fuck, I'm ready to listen forever as you beg me to fill you my cock." he whispered. You felt yourself getting even wetter. You had definitely soiled the fresh sheets that Grandma had made for the two of you.

Jungkook pressed his lips to your ear. His voice was soft but full of power.

"You're so impatient... And just recently you were playing hard to get..." he smiled, lightly touching your earlobe with his tongue. "And now you ask me as if I were your last hope. Hmm, I wonder how many times you can ask before I'm satisfied with your plea?" he standing on knelt, placing his legs under of your pelvis.

His hand slowly - too slowly - slid down your stomach, slid back between your thighs, but this time he didn't touch your clit as you expected. Instead, he lightly stroked your inner thigh, giving you no relief.

You arched up, trying to force yourself to slide closer, but Jungkook grabbed your hips and stopped you.

"Don't rush," he whispered. "I haven't had enough of you yet. And you taste so good when you moan because you don't get what you want. "

His fingers touched your folds, but only at the edge, as if by accident. And then they were gone again, leaving you in a state of excited despair. You moaned softly.

"Look at you... so wet... and all this because of a few touches from me?" he tilted his head to the side and looked into your eyes. His gaze was full of fire. "Tell me, have you fantasized about me? About me entering you slowly, deeply? Or maybe how I make you beg again and again?"

You were silent, but he saw the answer in your eyes. "Say it out loud, kitten. I need to hear it."

You felt ashamed, but it came out:

"Yes... I was imagining... you entering me... teasing me... not letting me come..." you whispered, breathing heavily.

"Oh, now you're talking like an adult girl," Jungkook murmured and plunged his fingers into you, this time deeper than before. But not deep enough for you to be satisfied. And when you tried to move your hips again, he removed his hand.

"No, no, no..." he smiled. "You haven't earned it yet. A little more..."

He leaned down and his tongue flicked down your stomach. You could feel his every breath on your skin. His lips touched your thighs, and you realized that a little more and you would explode. And he, this cocky, bossy, damn hot guy, was still playing with you like a favorite toy.

"Please... Jungkook, I can't take it..." you whispered, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He looked at you from under his eyelashes as if amused.

"Oh, I know... and that's what I like best." He ran his tongue over your skin again, but this time between your folds. And when you arched your back, clutching the sheets, he pulled back.

You couldn't breathe steadily anymore. Desire and despair mingled together.

Jungkook towered over you, kneeling down. His eyes were burning, his face tense with desire. He took his hard length in his hands and slid the head of his cock between your wet folds-slowly, with pleasure, forcing you to arch up to meet him. But instead of entering, he rubbed against you, sliding up and down, making you tremble with tension.

"Tell me you want me..." his voice is hoarse, almost breathless.

"I do... I want you so badly..." you begged, your voice tearing from your chest, unashamed.

Jungkook sighed, softly, from deep in his chest. His eyes grew even darker, more serious. And the next moment, he entered you-slowly, deeply, so that you involuntarily squeezed his shoulders and almost screamed. He stopped for a moment, resting his forehead on your shoulder.

"So tight... so wet..." his voice was husky, vibrating against your skin, Jungkook could barely contain himself because his arousal had reached a maximum while he was playing with you. "Fuck Y/N, what are you doing to me?"

A second of silence from both of you. His words hit you so hard...because you weren't doing anything, you were just being yourself.

He began to move, slowly but surely, studying you as he always did - cautiously at first, and then deeper and stronger with each movement. Your body responded to his every thrust as if you had belonged to him for a long time. Moans escaped your lips uncontrollably. Jungkook pressed himself against you, placing his hands on the sides of your face and leaning in almost close. He looked at your satisfied face and couldn't get enough of the pleasure you were showing. You wrapped your legs around his buttocks, squeezing him tighter. You moaned louder and louder at his sharp and deep thrusts and Jungkook was slightly nervous that your grandmother might hear you.

"Shhh..." he whispered, moving deeply and rhythmically inside you. "Don't make a sound... Do you want your grandmother to know what her sweet granddaughter sounds like when she's being fucked?" You bit your lips, moaning, and Jungkook picked up his pace as if to spite you, driving himself harder into your thighs. Like an insatiable man... pushing you to the limit.

He didn't forget to kiss your lips between thrusts.

And just when the wave of orgasm began to build, when your body froze in sweet anticipation, Jungkook leaned down to your ear and whispered in a breathless voice.

"Cum for me, kitten. I want to feel you tremble under me..."

Your body exploded after a small series of deep thrusts. Wave after wave pierced you, your moans were soft, trapped in your chest, and you squeezed his cock as you came.

And Jungkook, feeling your climax, gave a few more thrusts and, as he started spilled inside you, pulled out releasing onto your stomach with a quiet growl that echoed in your chest.

You were still trembling, your skin covered in a light sweat, and your chest heaving in a rapid rhythm. Jungkook hovered over you, leaning on his elbows, watching you slowly come back to your senses after the sweet storm. He kissed the corner of your lips, still warm from your moans.

"So your rule is no longer in effect and I'm glad you destroyed it yourself," he said with a heavy breath that made it hard to speak. Your eyes were shining with the orgasm you'd had, and you recognized that you'd made the rule in vain at all.

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[kings-highway]

more airport headcanons bc Im in an airport again. A handful of mild implied ships you know the drill

- Kageyama cannot figure out where his gate is, ever. It doesnt matter if he's in a little domestic terminal or a big international one. He'll just be spinning in circles, confused.

- Tsukishima absolutely fucking hates slow walkers and will go from zero to a hundred on his frustration scale trying to get down a hallway where he needs to go.

- Daichi trying to explain to Suga that the airport has a shuttle between parking and the terminal over and over and over again and Suga continuously going "but we're parking so far away 🥺" and merely not listening to him.

- Absolutely lost as fuck Atsumu and Osamu checked out while they were on the shuttle and now they are in an entirely different terminal than they wanted to be.

- Sakusa gets up and moves every time someone sits near him and eventually just ends up standing in front of whoever he's traveling with.

- Daichi and Suga are sitting in an airport food court eating a nice, leisurely dinner before a long flight simultaneously to Noya and Asahi sprinting through trying to find where the fuck they're going.

- Tendou compulsively makes terrible, inappropriate jokes to the security team and then they have to search his bags. He always realizes what he's done a second too late and sighs at his own behaviour and just starts walking over to the pat down spot without being told

- Kita experiences flight anxiety and has a fear of flying, but specifically a fear of turbulence, because unlike everything else in his life, there is literally nothing he can do to prevent this plane from crashing. Cant just... Practice and get better. He has to trust the pilots done that enough. And he doesn't trust the pilot.

- connecting to the above Aran and Kita flew together before they got together and Kita held his hand so tightly the entire take-off and landing and he thought it was adorable.

- Hoshiumi threatens out loud to throw babies off planes when they start crying and his friends have to beg him to stop speaking so loudly

- Ukai and Takeda tried to fly together once and during a layover accidentally entered the country illegally by accidentally going through a staff only gate and ended up outside and had to try and reenter the airport and Takeda was having an anxiety attack the whole time thinking they were going to jail and Ukai could not stop laughing

- Ushijima helps everyone on the plane put their stuff up into overhead bins and take it down not because he wants to but because people look lost and the bags look heavy and he assumes he has to. The flight attendants have to tell him to stop and that they'll do that

- sorry to say it but Tanaka starts lining up before his section is called and Kiyoko thinks its so embarassing

- Hinata and Kageyama once missed a flight despite getting there 2 hours early because they got so engrossed in fighting with each other they didn't hear the announcer for 30 whole minutes

- all of the Karasuno team will make Daichi talk to the airport attendants if there is any issue. Lost bag, gate issue, whatever, they get all sweet and ask if he could. Ppllleeeeaaasssse go ask? He does, every time. Staff in airports love him for some reason.

- when he's traveling alone Oikawa will send pictures from around the airport to Iwa to review them and rank against other airports. He's a very mean critic.

- Yachi took one short domestic flight one and had a repeating nightmare of a plane crash for months before and afterwards

Okay thats all the time I had thank you for listening

[cbeargyu]

affection ✧.* c.soobin

summary: you weren’t looking for love. just… something. a hand to hold, a moment of quiet, a heart that didn’t feel so heavy. but chasing affection in the wrong places had left you emptier each time — until you met him. soobin. kind, gentle, patient soobin. you pushed him away when he tried to reach the parts of you you didn’t want anyone to see. but he stayed. he saw the broken pieces and didn’t flinch. and somehow, just standing next to him felt like coming home.

pairing: nerd!soobin x fem!reader

tags: angst, hurt/comfort, unrequited love, slow burn, mutual pining, emotional vulnerability, past trauma, soft smut, comfort sex, college au, emotional intimacy, fluff with heavy angst, crying during sex, heartbreak, toxic ex (jaehyun).

warnings: sexual content (soft smut, explicit but tender), emotional vulnerability, references to emotional manipulation/past toxic relationship, crying during intimacy, self-worth issues, mentions of emotional trauma, angst-heavy scenes, mild cursing, reader has intimacy and trust issues, soobin is the softest human alive and will make you cry (18+ only, minors DNI).

notes: i’m so happy and grateful for all the love the beomgyu fic has received — it truly means a lot to me 🥺🖤 just a reminder: English isn’t my first language, so thank you for your patience! This is also my first time writing smut, so I hope you enjoy it and feel the love I put into every word.

soobin never planned to go to that party. he had a project due on monday, a group report no one else was helping with, and a whole list of unread notifications in his coding forum. parties weren’t his scene. they were loud, chaotic, full of meaningless chatter and fake small talk.

but his roommate, choi beomgyu begged him to go — “come on, hyung, the girls from visual communication are joining this time. you can't code your youth away.”

so, reluctantly, soobin showed up, neat as always — white button-down shirt, black slacks, and his usual black-rimmed glasses that he adjusted every few minutes out of habit. while his classmates shouted over music and downed shots of soju like water, he sat at the far end of the table, sipping a soda, quietly observing.

that’s when you walked in.

he saw you before you noticed him. you wore confidence like perfume — not overwhelming, but impossible to ignore. your black crop top hugged your body perfectly, a short skirt revealing just enough, and those heeled boots clicked against the floor like a beat only you could walk to. your hair fell just right. your eyes scanned the room like you already owned it.

and then they landed on him.

you tilted your head curiously. he looked different from the others — formal, stiff, awkwardly seated like he was out of place. but there was something about him... maybe it was the way his lips twitched nervously whenever someone made a joke, or how his fingers tapped rhythmically on his glass, like his brain was always working on something unspoken.

you slid into the empty seat across from him.

“hi,” you said, voice clear and sweet, but assertive. “soobin, right?”

his eyes widened slightly. “y-yeah. How’d you—?”

“you’re the only one not yelling,” you smirked. “kinda refreshing.”

he chuckled nervously, pushing his glasses up. “i guess i don’t blend in much.”

“that’s a good thing,” you replied without hesitation. “wanna drink?”

he hesitated, eyes flickering to the soju bottle you were holding.

“i don’t really drink.”

you leaned closer, a playful smile on your lips. “i won’t let you overdo it. promise.”

something about the way you said it — lighthearted, but sincere — made him nod.

you poured the drinks. one. two. light sips. soft laughter. his walls started to come down, little by little. you asked about his major. he asked about yours. you joked about how communication students always had to look flawless for presentations, and he admitted he didn’t even own hair gel.

then, the conversation shifted.

“so, uh,” soobin began, scratching the back of his neck, “i’ve been playing around with some indie game engines. just as a hobby. i’m trying to create this… interactive narrative? like a retro pixel art game with moral choice-based paths. i know it sounds kinda nerdy—”

“nerdy?” you interrupted. “that sounds sick. wait—so, like, the player’s decisions affect the storyline?”

his eyes lit up. you weren’t mocking him — you were interested.

He nodded, and as he talked, he got more animated. His voice rose with excitement as he described the branching paths, the artwork, the emotional arcs. he didn’t notice the way you shifted closer, your hand now resting on the table near his. he didn’t notice the way your thigh gently brushed his leg under the table.

“so... moral choices, huh?” you say, chin propped on your hand as you watch soobin’s eyes light up with every word he speaks. “like what? save the princess or let her die?”

he laughs, warm and unguarded. “kind of. but more... morally gray. like: help your friend cheat on an exam and risk your own grade, or tell the professor and lose the friendship.”

you raise a brow, intrigued. “damn. that’s... deep. and very specific. did that happen to you?”

he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “no. maybe. it’s a hypothetical.”

“right,” you say with a smirk, reaching for the soju bottle to pour another round. “well, professor choi, i hope you gave your digital friend some slack.”

“i made two endings,” he replies, then pauses. “wait, professor?”

you shrug, tilting your glass toward his. “you talk like one. all serious and nerdy.”

“i’m not that serious,” he protests, smiling now, more relaxed.

you lean in slightly, voice soft. “you kind of are. but I like it.”

he’s silent for a moment, blinking.

then, in a softer voice, he asks, “what about you? i’ve been rambling this whole time. what’s your major again?”

“media production,” you say casually. “i make pretty things look important.”

he smiles. “sounds fun.”

you nod. “it is. lots of editing, lots of late nights. but i like telling stories.” you pause, your gaze dipping to his lips for the briefest second before locking eyes again. “even the fake ones.”

he laughs at that. “maybe you could help with the cinematics for my game.”

“only if you give me creative control over the main character’s love story.”

he raises a brow. “that’s... oddly specific.”

you wink. “everything’s a love story, soobin.”

he swallows, hard.

but he noticed when you suddenly leaned into him to hear better — the bar had gotten louder, the music thumping. your shoulder touched his. your chest grazed his arm. and for the first time in his life, choi soobin forgot how to breathe.

you didn’t pull away.

neither did he.

you both sip your soju, and for a moment, neither speaks. the table around you has gotten louder. someone yells out a drinking chant. you glance sideways, then lean in just a little more so he can hear you.

“you know,” you murmur near his ear, your breath warm against his skin, “your friend beomgyu is wasted.”

soobin follows your gaze. beomgyu’s halfway off his seat, swaying dramatically while trying to sing along to a girl group song.

he huffs a laugh. “he’s always like that. gets drunk off three shots and starts performing like he’s on music bank.”

you turn your face toward soobin’s, still whispering. your lips are inches from his ear. “at least he’s not in the bathroom with a sunbae.”

soobin blinks. “what?”

you grin. “my friends went with a few. they’ve been gone for a while.” you pause for dramatic effect. “you do know what happens when girls go to the bathroom with sunbaes, right?”

soobin’s entire face flushes.

“i—uh—i mean—maybe they’re just—talking?” he stammers.

you burst into soft laughter, brushing his knee with yours under the table. “you’re so pure, soobin.”

“i’m not!” he protests, but he’s still red, ears pink and glowing.

“oh, really?” you tease, tilting your head. “then why are you blushing so hard?”

he opens his mouth to say something, but no words come out. he looks away, adjusting his glasses, trying to hide the way his eyes keep drifting back to your lips — still glossed and shining from the soju.

you lean closer, your voice barely above a whisper now. “you’re cute when you’re flustered.”

soobin freezes.

you smile.

and he realizes something, right then and there: you're not just beautiful. you're dangerous.

the music booms louder. someone starts chanting for shots again. but for you and Soobin, the world has narrowed into one tiny space: the few inches between your face and his.

he’s looking at you like he’s not sure if this is real — like you might vanish if he blinks too long.

but you don’t.

instead, you stay close. too close. your perfume has wrapped around him like a spell, and your knee is still brushing against his. the room is hot, but it’s nothing compared to the burn beneath his skin.

“soobin,” you whisper again, teasing, your voice honeyed, “are you really as pure as you look?”

“i—” he starts, voice dry, but you cut him off.

you tilt your head and, without warning, you press your lips to his.

it’s soft.

just a taste.

he freezes for a second — surprised, breath caught — and then, like something deep inside him snaps, he kisses you back.

harder.

with need.

his hand finds your waist, gripping tight, pulling you closer with a quiet desperation. you gasp slightly against his mouth, not expecting the sudden boldness. but you love it. you lean in more, wrapping your fingers around the collar of his button-up shirt, tugging him toward you.

he tastes like soju and mint gum and something that’s just… soobin.

his other hand fumbles before settling on your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek. there’s something both unsure and intense in his touch — like he’s scared he’ll mess it up, but even more scared to stop.

you pull back just enough to breathe, your lips swollen and your eyes glazed with heat.

“not so pure now, huh?” you murmur, teasing again.

he looks at you like he doesn’t know whether to kiss you or confess something bigger — but he chooses the first, crashing his mouth back onto yours with a groan that rumbles from his chest.

when you shift closer, almost climbing onto his lap, he holds you with more force than you expected. his fingers dig into your hips as if anchoring himself, as if he doesn’t want to let go.

your hand slips beneath his shirt, palm brushing his stomach, and he exhales sharply against your mouth. his lips move to your jaw, then your neck, uncertain at first… until he hears your soft gasp.

“let’s go,” you whisper in his ear, breathless, the suggestion hanging hot in the space between you.

he stiffens. “to… my place?”

you smirk. “too far.”

your hand slips into his, firm and electric.

“my apartment’s closer.”

you don’t wait for him to agree.

you just lead him out — past the pulsing music, past beomgyu still singing in his drunken stupor, past your friends who are nowhere to be seen — and into the cool night air, where soobin’s heart beats so loud he’s sure you can hear it.

he doesn’t know what’s going to happen.

but he knows he’s not stopping you.

and that he wants this — you — more than anything he's ever wanted before.

your apartment was dimly lit — soft, warm, intimate. the moment the door clicked shut behind you, it was like the air changed. soobin stood there for a second, his eyes scanning your space like he’d just stepped into another realm. then you turned to him, a teasing smile curling at your lips, and tugged him gently by the hem of his shirt.

he followed like gravity.

the first kiss happened slowly — a hesitant brush of lips that turned into something deeper. desperate. heated. you tasted of soju and strawberry gloss, and he tasted like restraint finally snapping in half. his hands found your waist, clumsy at first, then firmer, as if he was trying to memorize the shape of you with his fingers.

clothes fell off in pieces — half-forgotten in the trail from the hallway to your bed.

soobin’s eyes never left yours, even when you pulled him over you, even when your nails raked softly down his back. he asked you quietly if this was okay. you answered with a kiss that made him groan against your mouth.

and when he finally moved inside you — shaky but tender — it wasn’t perfect.

it was better.

it was real. hot. messy. and achingly good.

you guided him, whispered to him, taught him what you liked — and he listened. god, he listened. every sound you made, every arch of your back, he responded like he was being graded on it.

and if he was, he passed with flying colors.

he was intuitive. curious. attentive.

no man had ever made you feel like that.

the climax hit you like a wave crashing too fast — unexpected and all-consuming. his name fell from your lips like a secret, like a confession. and when it was over, when you lay tangled together in the silence of your room, your heart was racing not just from the sex, but from him.

you should’ve felt satisfied.

instead, you felt… addicted.

the hum of the editing lab wrapped around you both like a low heartbeat. it was almost midnight, and the room had long emptied, save for the soft glow of the screen and the occasional sound of soobin typing, hesitant, as if even his fingers were overthinking.

you leaned back in your chair, eyes on the render but mind somewhere else — maybe still tangled in his sheets from last night.

“you okay?” he asked quietly, glancing sideways at you.

you nodded, absently. “just tired.”

"so..." he starts, voice low, not meeting your eyes. “last night. i didn’t mean to stay so long.”

you tilt your head, smirking. "you mean, you didn’t mean to keep me up 'til 3 am?"

his ears flush pink, but he chuckles. “well, you didn’t seem to mind.”

you lean in, your voice dropping an octave. “i didn’t.”

it was a half-truth.

you weren’t tired. you were numb.

not from exhaustion, but from the repetition — the cycle.

work. touch. release. silence.

he opened his mouth like he wanted to say something more, then stopped. instead, he scrolled through the code, pretending to focus, but his eyes kept drifting.

you noticed. of course you noticed.

you always did.

“you know,” you said, breaking the silence, “your animation loop still stutters at frame 27. i can help you clean it up later.”

he smiled — small, shy. “you don’t have to. I already owe you too much.”

you shrugged. “it’s your project, soobin. i’m just… happy to be part of it.”

another silence fell, but this one was heavier. His gaze lingered on you longer now. not the way he did when you were naked and under him. this was different. softer. wanting.

you hated that look.

so you stood up, stretching slightly, letting your shirt ride up just enough to tease.

“i should go,” you said.

he blinked, caught off guard. “already? it’s not that late—”

“you need rest,” you cut in, grabbing your bag. "big day tomorrow.”

he hesitated. “can i… can i come over?”

you turned to him slowly, a small smirk tugging at your lips.

“do you want to?”

his ears flushed. he looked down at his hands. “you know i do.”

you stepped closer, just enough to feel the warmth of his breath. “then say it.”

soobin looked up, meeting your eyes. there was something fragile in his expression — hope, maybe. longing.

but you didn’t let it bloom.

you leaned in, brushing your lips against his, soft and fleeting. a kiss with no promise.

no future.

“i’ll text you,” you whispered. “if i feel like it.”

then you turned and left, the door clicking softly behind you.

it was past 1:30 a.m. when you heard the soft knock at your door.

three short taps. hesitant. familiar.

you were in bed, hair loose, wearing nothing but an old oversized tee and underwear, your laptop glowing softly with a paused movie. for a second, you thought you were imagining it. but then it came again — one more knock. you got up slowly, half-annoyed, half-curious.

when you opened the door, there he was.

choi soobin. hoodie slightly damp from the drizzle outside. his glasses fogged up. eyes wide, like he didn’t plan on actually doing this until he did.

you leaned against the frame, arms crossed, eyebrows raised. “couldn’t sleep?”

he looked down, hands stuffed deep into his pockets.

“i couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he admitted quietly. “i didn’t want to wait for a text.”

your lips curled slightly. “bold tonight, aren’t you?”

he gave a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “can i come in?”

you stepped aside, not saying a word. he brushed past you, and you closed the door behind him with a click that sounded like permission.

as soon as he turned around, you pressed him against the wall, your hands sliding under his hoodie. he gasped softly, but his hands found your waist like instinct.

“i wasn’t sure you’d come,” you murmured against his jaw, lips ghosting over his skin.

“i told you i would if you asked,” he whispered, already breathless.

“i didn’t ask.”

“you didn’t have to.”

you kissed him then — no teasing, no buildup. just lips crashing, hungry, messy, desperate. he kissed you like he’d been starving for it, like he’d imagined this moment a hundred times, and now it was finally real. your fingers tangled in his hoodie, pulling it up, and he broke the kiss only to help you tug it off.

your hands roamed his chest, down to his abs — firm, warm. he wasn’t the scrawny nerd you first thought he’d be. He had strength, a body that surprised you. you tugged him down by the waistband of his sweats, eyes locked on his, voice a low whisper against his lips.

“sit back for me, soobin.”

he blinked, confused, aroused. “w–what?”

you pushed gently at his chest, guiding him to the edge of the bed. he obeyed without protest, legs parted, hands gripping the sheets.

“i want to taste you,” you said simply, dropping to your knees between his thighs.

his breath hitched. “y/n…”

you smiled up at him, slow and sinful. “relax.”

with one hand, you pulled his sweats and boxers down in a single motion, exposing him fully. He was already hard, flushed and twitching, and the sight of it made you ache.

“shit,” he whispered, covering his face with one hand. “i can’t believe this is happening.”

you leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his inner thigh, then up, up — teasing, warm, slow. he trembled under your mouth. when you finally took him in, inch by inch, his hand flew to your hair, not to push, just to hold. like he needed something to ground him.

“f–fuck, y/n—” his hips bucked slightly, but you pressed a hand to his stomach, holding him in place. your tongue swirled around him, dragging moans from his throat like music.

“you feel so good,” he groaned, head falling back. “i don’t think i’m gonna last…”

you pulled back just enough to say, “then don’t.”

then you took him deep again, your rhythm relentless, cheeks hollowing, eyes locked on his. watching him fall apart under your touch. his thighs tightened, his moans got louder, breath ragged.

“y/n— i’m— i’m gonna—”

you didn’t stop.

you stayed right there, even when his hips jerked, when he spilled into your mouth with a broken, helpless cry of your name. you swallowed, slow and deliberate, then licked your lips as you sat back on your knees, wiping the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand.

he looked down at you, completely wrecked.

“you’re gonna kill me,” he whispered, eyes still glazed.

you just smirked. “not yet.”

then you pulled him down to the bed, climbed on top, and whispered against his lips:

“soobin,” you whispered, voice low, sultry. “you gonna just stay there, or are you gonna fuck me like you mean it?”

his eyes widened, dark with desire. “i don’t wanna mess this up.”

you stepped closer, pressing his hand against the curve of your ass. “then don’t.”

That was all it took.

he grabbed your thighs and lifted you easily, like instinct, like he’d wanted to do this forever. you wrapped your legs around his waist, lips finding his again as he carried you, bumping into the walls, breathless laughter between kisses. when he laid you on the bed, his hands trembled — not from fear, but anticipation.

he knelt between your legs, pulling your panties down slowly. watching your expression. eyes flickering between your parted lips and the way you bit them.

“god, you’re beautiful,” he whispered. “i’ve never seen anything like you.”

you smirked, “then show me how much you like what you see.”

and he did.

his mouth, warm and eager, exploring your skin, your thighs, your core. It wasn’t perfect, but it was passionate. raw. messy. and so damn real. you moaned his name, fingers tangling in his hair, and when he finally slid inside you — slow, deep — he gasped like it was the first breath he’d taken in hours.

“so tight,” he groaned into your neck. “fuck—i... i love this..."

you rocked your hips against his, matching his rhythm, breath against his ear. “feel me, baby. you’re inside me now. nothing to overthink.”

his pace quickened, your bodies moving in sync, sweat slicking your skin. his name spilled from your lips, breathy and broken. he looked down at you, jaw clenched, fighting to last.

“i’m close,” he warned.

you cupped his face, kissed him deep. “then don’t hold back. cum for me.”

he did — with a soft, choked moan against your neck, his whole body trembling. and you followed soon after, your climax crashing into you like a wave, sharp and sweet and overwhelming.

you lay there for a moment, tangled in sheets and each other, chests rising and falling in sync.

but then, the moment passed.

you pulled away first.

no words. no promises. you grabbed his hoodie from the floor and tossed it to him.

“It’s late,” you said, voice flat now.

he nodded, quietly getting dressed, still catching his breath. “right. i’ll… see you tomorrow? for the project?”

you smiled faintly, eyes unreadable. “of course.”

and just like that, he left — around 3 a.m., hoodie half on, hair messy, heart heavier than he’d admit.

you lay back in bed, staring at the ceiling.

he was addictive.

but this wasn’t love.

just affection.

the next day, you were already in the media lab by noon, hair up in a clip, sipping an iced coffee like nothing happened. like you hadn’t spent half the night moaning his name into your sheets. you were scrolling through some reference animations when you heard the door creak.

he walked in — soobin, hoodie slightly rumpled, eyes darker than usual, laptop tucked under one arm like a shield.

“hey,” he said, voice low, careful.

you didn’t look up right away.

“hey,” you replied casually, then shot him a glance. “you look like you slept five minutes.”

“three,” he muttered, sitting beside you. “thanks to you.”

you smirked. “you're welcome.”

he chuckled under his breath, but the way his eyes lingered on your collarbone, on the way your fingers tapped against your straw — it wasn’t casual for him. not anymore.

“so… did you get a chance to work on that npc dialogue system?” you asked, flipping the screen toward him.

he blinked. took a second too long to switch gears. “yeah, uh—yeah. i built the first tree structure. i’ll show you.”

you leaned closer, shoulder to shoulder, like nothing. like you hadn’t had him inside you hours ago.

he shifted uncomfortably, adjusting his position, fingers suddenly awkward on the trackpad.

“you okay?” you asked, feigning innocence.

he nodded, then… hesitated. “do you… always do that?”

your brows lifted. “do what?”

he stared at the screen. “act like it didn’t happen.”

you tilted your head, biting back a grin. “did you want a commemorative plaque or something?”

soobin flushed immediately, lips pressing into a line. “no. just—forget it.”

silence stretched for a moment. you let it.

because you were fine. it was what it was.

friends. collaborators. occasional bodies tangled in bedsheets.

no promises.

no future.

just affection when the night hit hard and the skin craved warmth.

you leaned in again, voice low and playful, barely above a whisper. “i like you better when you’re coding instead of catching feelings.”

that made him laugh — small and bitter, but still soobin.

“yeah,” he murmured, “me too.”

you sat side by side, going over the storyboard edits for soobin’s game. but his knee kept brushing against yours. your fingers kept finding excuses to linger near his. every time you spoke, he looked at your lips instead of your eyes.

a laugh. a brush of fingers when you reached for the same pen. the hum of your breathing syncing unconsciously as you leaned over his sketchpad, discussing the new character render.

but the tension was undeniable — thick, like summer air before a storm.

you shifted in your seat. soobin’s gaze followed the curve of your mouth when you smiled at something dumb he said. his knee bumped yours under the table — once, twice — and this time he didn’t move away.

your eyes locked.

he licked his lips.

you tilted your head.

“are you going to kiss me,” you whispered, “or just keep pretending you’re focused?”

soobin blinked, startled — but only for a second. his hand cupped the back of your neck, pulling you in with a hunger he rarely let slip. his mouth found yours in a kiss that was wet, desperate, a little uncoordinated, but still made your body heat like a fever.

you straddled him in the lab chair, fingers digging into his shoulders as his lips mapped your throat. he groaned quietly when your hips rolled against his. you loved how sensitive he was, how new it still felt to him.

his fingers fumbled at your waistband, and yours slipped under his hoodie, nails grazing the skin of his stomach.

and then—

his voice broke through the haze.

“i think i love you...”

time paused.

the kiss didn’t end — not completely. but you stilled in his arms, lips barely touching.

he looked up at you, chest heaving. there was no mask, no hesitation in his gaze — only raw, trembling honesty.

you swallowed hard.

“someone could see us,” you murmured, pulling back slightly. your hand pressed flat against his chest. “we shouldn’t… not here.”

he nodded slowly. “right. sorry.”

but you saw the flicker in his eyes.

he knew you weren’t talking about getting caught.

and you knew… he meant every word.

soobin picked at his food, eyes blank, fingers tapping against the side of his glass.

beomgyu dropped into the seat across from him with the energy of a man who hadn’t just bombed an engineering quiz. “yo, you look like someone stepped on your graphics card.”

before soobin could reply, minah slid in beside beomgyu, planting a kiss on his cheek. “hey, babe.”

soobin blinked. “you guys are dating?”

minah giggled. “it’s recent. we met at that party a few weeks back. y/n introduced us.”

beomgyu grinned. “she’s basically the campus matchmaker.”

soobin tried to smile.

minah looked at him with a knowing softness. “she said you two are close. working together?”

“yeah,” he said, voice low. “the game project.”

“she always puts her heart into everything,” minah said, stirring her coffee. “she’s one of the kindest people i know. genuinely warm. i’ve never seen her turn anyone away.”

beomgyu smirked. “you sure that’s all it is, soobin? that game project?”

Soobin froze, caught.

minah’s smile wavered. “can i… tell you something?”

his throat tightened. “yeah.”

minah took a breath. “she dated someone last year. jung jaehyun. from the film department.”

beomgyu’s eyebrows rose. “that asshole?”

minah nodded. “he cheated on her. more than once. manipulated her too — made her feel like everything was her fault. she loved him so much, and he treated her like she was disposable. it took her almost a year to recover. she still isn’t fully herself.”

soobin felt the blood drain from his face.

“she stopped believing in love,” minah whispered. “she’s terrified of it now. of letting someone in. that’s why she pushes people away when it gets too real.”

suddenly everything made sense.

the kiss that ended too soon.

the soft panic in your eyes when he said those words.

the coldness in your voice that didn’t match your trembling fingers.

you were afraid.

not of him — but of what he made you feel.

the soft hum of the bustling street outside the café filled your ears as you stepped out into the cool evening air. you hadn’t expected to see soobin again so soon after that moment in the lab — after everything.

but there he was, standing a few feet away on the sidewalk, looking lost in thought, as if he had been waiting for something… or someone. the moment you saw him, your heart did something unexpected. It skipped, then raced. the last few hours replayed in your mind like a movie — the confession, the words you couldn’t quite process, and the tension that clung between you two.

it felt as if the air around you was thick, but in a way that made it harder to breathe, harder to stay composed. you didn’t know what to expect. but you couldn’t walk away now. not after what had happened. you hesitated, then took a step toward him, the streets buzzing around you as you made your way through the crowd. and when he turned to face you, his eyes met yours, searching. they held something — hope, maybe.

but beneath that, a vulnerability, something you’d never seen in him before. “soobin,” you said softly, just to break the silence that seemed to hang in the air. his lips parted as he spoke your name, but before he could say anything else, he took a step closer.

“i didn’t expect to see you here,” he said with a small smile, his voice a little breathless. you stood there, unsure of what to say next. the weight of your emotions was too much to voice. you’d been trying to keep your distance, but everything you’d told him in the lab — everything that had been left unspoken, was still so fresh. "y/n," he began, his tone softer than before, as if he was carefully choosing his words. "i heard something earlier... from minah. about you and jaehyun."

you froze for a moment, your heart dropping to your stomach. you hadn’t expected this, not now, not after everything. the mention of jaehyun's name immediately brought a rush of old memories — the good and the painful.

soobin noticed your reaction, his expression filled with concern. he continued, his voice quiet but sincere. “she... she told me about your past with him. how he hurt you. how you’ve been carrying that pain for a long time.”

the words hit you like a cold wave, and you immediately felt the familiar wall go up inside you. the one you had built after jaehyun shattered your trust. you tried to keep your composure, but it was hard to suppress the hurt that resurfaced in an instant.

"i didn’t mean for anyone to know," you said softly, voice barely above a whisper.

soobin stepped closer, his gaze steady but filled with empathy. "y/n, i... i didn’t know. but hearing that from her, i just want you to know that i’m not like him. i’m not going to hurt you. i care about you."

it was like everything about him had a magnetic pull on you, drawing you in. but what was it? you wanted to understand it, but you weren’t sure you were ready for that yet. you had never really thought about falling for someone again — not after what jaehyun did to you. but soobin? he was different.

from the moment you met him, something in you had clicked. his presence, his voice, the way he made everything seem lighter. it had been almost a shift in your routine. the days had become brighter, the moments when you found him beside you felt full of a warmth you hadn’t realized you’d been craving. and, just like that, your feelings for him had grown, but slowly. subtly. almost like an invisible thread that tied you to him.

and now, standing here, you realized that in the short time you’d known him, everything had changed. your world had shifted, in the best way possible. you couldn’t even remember what life was like before him anymore. the routine of school, the small annoyances that once felt like mountains, they didn’t matter anymore when you were around him. soobin made everything feel like it could be okay, like things could be light again. he made you smile without trying, made you laugh just with the way he looked at you, or the way he spoke to you. and as your heart raced now, looking at him, you realized it had been him all along, ever since that first encounter.

he took a slow step toward you, his eyes full of something sincere. “i never expected to meet someone like you,” he said. “you… you’ve made things so much better. i wasn’t sure how to say this before, but now, i have to tell you. i’m really glad i met you.” your heart skipped a beat. the words, his honesty, made your chest tighten.

"i am too," you whispered. "but i’m just... scared. you know?" he paused, looking at you with understanding.

“scared of what?” he asked gently.

"scared that i’m not ready for this," you admitted, trying to keep your voice steady. "scared of... falling for someone again. what if i screw it up? what if i can’t do this? i don’t want to hurt you, soobin."

soobin stepped closer, so close that you could feel the heat radiating from him. his voice was barely above a whisper.

"y/n... i'm not going anywhere. i’m here for you. whatever this is… i’ll be here, for as long as you’ll have me." you felt like you were losing control of everything inside of you. his words, his sincerity, the feeling of being cared for in a way you hadn’t felt in so long, it made your heart ache in the best possible way.

you looked up at him, meeting his eyes, and for the first time, you felt a flicker of hope. but then the fear crept back in. the fear that maybe you weren’t ready to trust again, that maybe you weren’t worthy of someone’s love, especially not someone as kind as soobin.

"why does it have to be so hard?" you whispered, almost to yourself.

soobin squeezed your hand, his voice steady and calm. "because it’s worth it. if we give it a chance. if you give me a chance."

you didn’t know what to say. the vulnerability that you felt in this moment was overwhelming, but you also realized something. soobin wasn’t asking for perfection from you. he was asking for honesty, for a chance to show you that he wasn’t like jaehyun.

and despite all the fear, despite the scars left by the past, you wanted to believe him. you wanted to believe that maybe, just maybe, things could be different.

soobin and you walk into your apartment, the door clicking shut behind you like sealing a secret. neither of you speaks—there’s no need. the electricity between you crackles in the silence, heavy with all the things you’ve both wanted to say but instead chose to show.

soobin shrugs off his hoodie in one smooth motion, and underneath, the fitted polo clings to his arms, hugging every inch of muscle you’ve fantasized about. your eyes drag over him, slow and hungry, and he catches your gaze, a smirk twitching on his lips.

“come here,” he murmurs, voice thick with intent.

you don’t even make it to the bedroom before his hands are on your waist, his mouth crushing into yours with a hunger that steals the breath right out of you. you melt into him, fingers gripping the fabric over his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heart pounding like it wants to break free.

the kiss deepens, lips sliding, teeth nipping, tongues meeting with desperation. he backs you into the wall, grinding his hips into yours just enough to make you gasp. one of his hands travels under your shirt, grazing the soft skin of your waist, while the other cups your jaw to tilt your face and devour your mouth deeper. you moan into the kiss, your knees going weak, and he catches you like he was waiting for it.

“you feel so good,” he breathes into your neck, licking and sucking at the skin there, leaving you marked—claimed. “you drive me fucking insane.”

by the time you reach the bed, your shirt is gone, your bra unclasped, and soobin's hands are everywhere—greedy, but still careful. he kisses down your chest, slow and savoring, like he’s worshipping you with his mouth. then his fingers slip under the waistband of your panties, finding you already soaked.

“fuck,” he groans, voice rough, eyes hooded as he pulls them down. “look at you. so wet for me already. you want this?”

“god, yes,” you whisper, breath trembling.

he slides a finger inside you, slow at first—testing. then a second joins, curling just right, hitting that perfect spot that makes you whimper and arch into him. he watches you like you’re his favorite sin, completely mesmerized by how you fall apart under his touch.

your moans get louder, higher, your body trembling as he picks up the pace, his thumb circling your clit with expert pressure. he kisses your thigh, murmuring praises between each stroke—how beautiful you look, how tight and perfect you feel, how he could stay between your legs forever.

when your climax crashes into you, it’s sudden and overwhelming. Your walls clench around his fingers as you cry out, your hips jerking and your thighs trembling. he doesn’t stop until he’s milked every last spasm from your body, until you’re panting and spent and completely undone beneath him.

“shit… that was so hot,” he says, his voice low, lips brushing against your cheek as he slowly withdraws his fingers. you catch his gaze and, feeling bold, you take his hand and pull his glistening fingers into your mouth, sucking them clean while holding eye contact.

soobin lets out a broken sound—half-moan, half-growl—as he crashes his lips to yours again, desperate, messy. he pulls you into his lap, settling you on top of him, both of you half-naked and feverish with want.

your body is still humming, trembling in the aftershocks of your climax when soobin kisses you again—hungry, desperate, like he’s chasing something deeper. his hands don’t leave your body, fingers tracing over your hips, up your stomach, down between your thighs again.

you whimper when he strokes you, still sensitive, but the way he looks at you—so enamored, so lost in you—makes the overstimulation morph into pleasure all over again.

“you can take it,” he murmurs, pressing soft kisses along your jaw. “you’re so fucking perfect like this… i need to feel you again.”

he doesn’t wait for an answer. his fingers glide between your folds, spreading the wetness he’s already coaxed from you. he groans low, almost a growl, as he guides himself to your entrance, teasing you just enough to make you whine.

then he pushes in, slow but deep, stretching you inch by inch.

a gasp leaves your lips as he bottoms out, your body molding to fit him. he shudders against you, his arms wrapping around you tight like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.

“fuck—” his breath stutters. “you feel so good, baby… so fucking good.”

he starts moving, slow at first—rolling his hips in a steady rhythm, savoring the way your body clenches around him. His forehead rests against yours, and when you open your eyes, you find him staring at you like you’re something sacred.

that’s when his voice breaks.

“i love you,” he confesses, hands gripping your waist like a lifeline. “god, i love you so much it hurts.”

tears spill from his eyes, slipping down his cheeks before he can stop them. the rawness in his voice, the vulnerability in his touch—it makes your chest ache.

you don’t answer with words. instead, you hold his face, kissing his tears away, soothing him with soft whispers, with the warmth of your body moving in time with his.

then you shift, pushing gently on his shoulders, guiding him onto his back. he lets you take control, his lips parted in awe as you settle on top of him, sinking down onto him so slowly that he swears under his breath.

“fuck—” he gasps, head tipping back against the pillow.

you start moving, rolling your hips, riding him at your own pace, watching the way his brows knit together, how his hands grip your thighs, his lips falling open in pleasure. he looks wrecked beneath you, completely at your mercy.

“you’re such a good man, soobin,” you whisper, leaning down to press kisses along his damp cheeks. “you don’t have to hide from me. i see you… and i want you. just as you are.”

a broken sound leaves him—half-whimper, half-sob—as his hands slide up your back, pulling you closer. you keep moving, slow and deep, letting him feel everything.

his hips stutter under you, his breathing turning erratic.

“baby, i—” he cuts off with a strangled moan, his body tensing beneath you. “i can’t— i’m gonna—”

“cum with me” you whisper, kissing him deep as his release overtakes him.

soobin lets out a wrecked, breathless moan, his whole body shaking as he spills inside you. sis hands grip your waist, fingers digging into your skin as he rides out his high. his chest rises and falls in heavy gasps, eyes fluttering closed, overwhelmed and undone.

even as the tremors subside, the tears don’t stop. you brush them away with gentle fingers, pressing soft kisses over his damp cheeks, his forehead, his lips.

“you’re okay,” you murmur. “i’ve got you.”

he exhales shakily, arms wrapping around you as he pulls you against his chest, still buried inside you, still trembling. he doesn’t say anything, just holds you—like you’re his anchor, his salvation.

and you let him.

because even though you didn’t say it back, he knows.

he feels it in the way you kiss him. in the way you hold him. in the way you don’t let go.

and for now, that’s enough.

he stops, just for a second, forehead pressed to yours, his breath shaky and shallow.

“i love you,” he says, barely louder than a whisper, but it hits like thunder.

you freeze, just for a moment. your heart skips, your lips part—but you don’t say it back. not yet. instead, you kiss him. slow, deep, tender. you pour everything into that kiss—every spark, every silent yes, every beat of your heart screaming me too.

he exhales like it’s all he needed. you hold his face, thumbs brushing his cheekbones, and whisper, “you’re everything right now.”

he nods, tears brimming in his eyes.

and for the rest of the night, you show him. again and again, in every touch, every breath, every moan—you show him exactly what he means to you.

it’s more than just affection.

[frownyalfred]

Daniel when he walks in and realizes “the pup” isn’t just an adult, but is over six feet tall and huge and snarling and looks as if he could crack bones with his bare hands and also is clearly the most scared pup in the universe right now and suddenly he GETS IT. That’s a pup. That’s a baby. He’s a fully grown omega man but that’s also clearly a baby who has so much learning and growing and time with his parents left to spend. That’s a pup. He understands the protective instinct immediately even though he is then a little shocked when he finds out lex and Jason have only known each other for like six months maximum

🥺🥺🥺 that’s pack!!! Lex crashed out over this pup and Daniel backed him up so here they are. Daniel is the kind of alpha Jason wished he could have been back when he wanted to be an alpha - sharp, strong, always drawing attention and fear/respect when he goes places. But Daniel’s the kind of alpha who doesn’t wear that like a badge of honor because it’s not important. Idk something about Jason realizing that could never be him and accepting it but also drawing comfort from the fact that that isn’t him. He’s like Lex and Lex is here!

[starmocha]

Random filthy question of the day thrown your way:

How do you think the guys would react if, after going down on them and making them see stars because it was that good of a job, mc plants a little kiss or two at the head of their cock like it's her most sacred treasure abd looks up at them all pretty and cute?? 🫠

ksdklsl;s;safa love waking up to these questions lmao

Xavier — xavier.exe has stopped working. He's barely registering the BJ and she just did what??? He's completely dazed by her pretty, cheeky smile and when he finally finds his voice, he manages to rasp out, "Do it again."

Smirking, she obliges, teasing him and he shudders before he pulls her up into a hot, searing kiss. He's losing his mind because of her, so perhaps it would only be fair if he messes her up the same way, too, right?

Rafayel — "Holy fuck—"

"You don't like it? 🥺"

He's sputtering now and instantly reassures her that he likes it. He likes it a lot! A few minutes in, he stops and realizes she's messing with him when she's unable to stop giggling at his panicking.

He starts sulking and crosses his arms in disdain, turning away from her. He's refusing to speak with her now.

She tries to apologize.

"Nooppppeeee. I'm not listening to a meanie like you."

"Rafayel—"

"Weird, I'm alone in this room and it's almost like I heard something call my name."

"😔🙄 Fine this 'something' will just have to give a BJ to some other guys from now on—"

Before she could leave, his hand is wrapped around her wrist. "Wait, I'm not that mad."

"Well, I'm mad now." Before Rafayel could respond, she kisses him and teases him again, "But if my fishie will return the favor, I might be able to forgive him..."

He gives in and laughs, his forehead presses to hers. "I'm all yours. Use me until you're no longer mad then, cutie."

Zayne — It takes Zayne only a few seconds longer than normal to register what had happened, but he catches on fairly quick, and chuckles in amusement at her playful little kiss.

He lifts her into his arms, surprising her. With her legs wrapped securely around his waist, he carries her to a couch. Confused, she barely registers what is happening until he is knelt down in front of her, her panties pulled down from under her skirt, and her legs thrown over his broad shoulders.

"Za-Zayne, what are you—"

He chuckles again, giving her a handsome, devilish smirk, asking her teasingly, "Isn't it polite to... return the favor?"

Sylus — He's catching his breath, but when he notices what she did, he chuckles low. His hand is cupping her cheek, and he teases her, "What a naughty little kitten you are today."

He uses his Evol to bring her into his arms and he is kissing her tenderly, murmuring in between breath, "Hmm, so this is what I taste like on your lips. How divine."

She's getting breathless, growing dizzy because of him. She's unable to catch her breath, her heart racing faster when he breaks away and whispers into her ear, "But I think you will taste even more delicious, so allow me to indulge now, sweetie."

Caleb — "You little..."

He is more delighted than mad. In fact, he's doubling down, and tells her this should become a regular thing from now on. When she refuses, he starts teasing her mercilessly, "I thought you liked me? Don't you want to give a kiss to the little colonel every time? 🥺"

"THE LITTLE WHAT—"

Before she could get up and walk away, he's using his Evol to keep her on her knees. He's stroking her cheek, laughing off her glare. "I'm just messing with you, like how you did with me just now..."

His thumb brushes over her lips. "But you know... you do look so fucking pretty on your knees like this for me, pipsqueak."

"I'm biting your dick off next time."

He laughs again. "No, you won't."

He brings her to the couch, keeps her in between his legs, her back to him. She peers up at him confused, her eyes suddenly widening in realization when she feels his fingers dragging her panties to the side, and slipping into her, drawing her moans out instantly. He kisses her lips and murmurs, "My turn to play with you. My pretty girl will like me again after this, yeah?"

[callsign-rogueone]

a fair trade

aaric graycastle / cam tauri x reader (sunny!!!!) words: 1.2k 🏷: progressing through the beginning of IF! this one has a lot of transitions and jumps between scenes, which is my least favorite thing ever, and a major reason why it took so long, but I wanted to show these two interacting every day and slowly becoming friends, so here ya go! the next chapter will be so much better and much longer, I promise 🥺

It’s incredibly strange to be standing in this corner of the gym again, in the same spot where Nadine had died, and Violet nearly had too, avenging her. You’d never seen that much blood before in your life – but now it’s gone without a trace. Had someone knelt there last night and scrubbed it away, or had it been erased with magic? Which option is worse? 

Aaric appears at your side, speaking softly so as not to startle you. “You’re fast, and you’re smart, but at some point you’re going to have to throw some punches,” he prods. 

That’s fair. You’re the only one of the group who hadn’t made any offensive moves in your assessment match, and the last to find a partner to fight with today. 

“Yeah,” you say after a moment. “I’ve been dreading that part, honestly.”

“Let’s see what you’ve got. Just a basic stance, first.”

You nod, settling into a position that looks something like what you’d seen Imogen do earlier — she’s probably a good bet to copy.

He shakes his head. “Your feet need to be farther apart. And if you tuck your thumb in like that, you’re going to break it. Here.”

He steps forward and adjusts your fist — not missing your inhale of discomfort as his thumb presses against the swollen joint of your ring finger. He pulls back immediately, offering an apology and adjusting the technique. “Sorry. You should be fine to just keep it loose like that, as long as you adjust the impact point — what part of your fist is going to hit your target."

Another nod.

"If you just do... this," he explains, carefully reaching out to rotate your wrist to the side, careful not to put any pressure on the bandage there, "then you can make an impact with your pointer and middle finger. It won't be as effective, but it'll work until your hand heals."

Realistically, it won't — it hasn't shown much improvement since March, and the burn doesn’t help things either — but he doesn't need to know that.

"Don't worry about it too much," he offers, sensing your apprehension. "You’ve got more strength in your legs, anyway.” 

———

Being assigned breakfast duty means fewer hours of sleep, but you’re used to being up this early, anyway – you’d be going to bed at this hour, if you’d stayed in Calldyr City, just dragging yourself into the bathing chambers to hose off the sticky feeling of the ale you’d been serving, and the unwanted attention you’d been paid.

Someone is waiting for you outside the girls’ dorms; Aaric. He looks a little shy, shifting his weight awkwardly as he speaks – at a whisper, considerate of those who have been afforded the precious extra time to rest. “I saw you got breakfast duty, too, so…”

You give him a warm smile. “Glad to have a familiar face around. Do you have any idea where we’re going?”

It’s evident that he hadn’t thought this part through. “No, actually. But it can’t be far from the mess hall, right?”

You just hum in reply, nodding down the hallway. “Good place to start.”

He’s right – there’s a little door you hadn’t noticed by the serving line, propped open for you. You can already smell the bread baking, hear the pleasant bustle of a fully staffed kitchen. Not too different from home.

....

You turn to grab another potato, your eyes catching on the one Aaric is holding -- it's mangled, cut in odd places, yet somehow still holding onto half of its skin despite him having hacked at it for a good two minutes.

So there is one thing Aaric Graycastle doesn't excel at, after all -- one thing you could help him with. But you’ve never been the type to offer unsolicited advice.

Aaric is nice, though, and he’d given you so much advice on fighting, so he probably won’t be offended if you return the favor. It's a fair trade, or close to it. Still, you choose your words carefully. “Have you ever peeled a potato before?”

“Once,” he answers, a slight blush on his cheeks. 

You cross over to his side of the table, grabbing one yourself along with a short knife. “You’re digging in too hard, and taking the meat along with it. You need to hold it more flat, and scrape, to take off just the skin. Like that,” you say with a smile, finishing yours and adding it to the bowl.

“How are you so good at this?”

“Years of practice,” you answer. “My best friend is — was —  a kitchen maid. I used to sneak downstairs to help her sometimes.”

“For once you’re done with those,” the cook announces, dropping a crate onto the end of the table with a thud. “Cored and quartered.”

“Whoa.”

“That is a lot of strawberries,” he agrees.

“It must have cost a fortune.”

His head tilts. There had always been strawberries, and a variety of other fruit laid out for every breakfast, more than they’d ever eat, but he’d never considered the cost, or what became of the leftovers. 

Thankfully you continue the conversation for him, a fondness in your eyes. “We bought a whole pound of them for my birthday once. We were going to try to make them last, but they were gone by dinnertime.”

He just offers you a smile and a soft laugh, returning his attention to the vegetables.

———

“I am a god among men,” Ridoc announces, grinning from ear to ear from where he kneels over Sawyer, the executive officer pinned underneath him in what looks like a very uncomfortable position.

“Yeah, and I’m the next queen of Navarre,” you quip over your shoulder. “Saying it doesn’t make it true.”

Aaric’s heart nearly stops. He can’t help but imagine you dressed in the fine silks of the royal court, bejeweled and shining, crowned in gold, seated beside him and Halden at his father’s dinner table — a beautiful but miserable existence.

This is better. This feels right, seeing you in the sleek black of the rider’s quadrant instead of yards of stiff brocade, being able to hear you laugh and joke like this rather than sitting quietly for the rest of your days like an ornamental vase.

Your boot connecting with his stomach and his back hitting the floor snap him out of his daydream, and knock the breath from his lungs.

Your eyes widen as you realize what you’ve done. “I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he wheezes, cheeks reddening as he takes your outstretched hands and lets you haul him to his feet — it takes a considerable amount of strength. “That was good.”

You can’t help but smile a little about your small victory, the only time you’ve bested anyone in combat, though you know he was definitely going easy on you. “Maybe one of these days, I’ll really win,” you laugh. 

He sounds considerably less winded as he speaks again. “We’ll get you there.”

You blink at the words he chose – not you’ll get there, but we. He’s invested in your success. That’s the squad mentality, you suppose. It’s odd, but not unpleasant. 

———

“I didn’t even know I had muscles in some of these places,” you groan, folding your arms on the table and resting your head on them. 

Visia pats your shoulder gently. “That’s good – it means they’re growing.”

Your response is muffled, but universally understood by the rest of the group, who are all similarly exhausted after a full week of Rhiannon’s extra training sessions. 

All except Aaric. “Eat,” he encourages. “It’ll help.”

[ccupcakeyss]

May I request for a nagireo x reader threesome? 🥺

YES LETS GO

Ꮺ LAZY MORNINGS AND LOVE ♩  ᛝ

SUMMARY: waking up with your two boyfriends on a lazy morning filled with affection, cuddles and more.

WC: short story, 583!

NOTES: just fluff but some kissing and stuff, not anything smutty. OKAY pls tumblr let this post

The morning light streamed lazily through the half-open blinds, spilling onto the tangle of limbs and messy sheets that made up your shared bed. It was a Saturday, the kind of day where lectures and deadlines didn’t exist — just soft pillows, sleepy sighs, and the warm, unspoken comfort of the two boys tangled up with you.

Nagi was the first to stir, white hair even more tousled than usual, his cheek pressed against your shoulder as he blinked sleepily at the ceiling. His arms, heavy and warm, were looped loosely around your waist, and he let out a soft hum.

“Too early,” he mumbled, pulling you closer and nuzzling into your neck. “Let’s stay like this all day.”

Reo’s voice floated in from behind you, slightly more awake but just as relaxed. “You always say that, Nagi. But you know they promised we’d go get pancakes today.”

His hand slid across your stomach, fingers linking lazily with yours while his lips brushed the back of your ear. The soft affection made your heart flutter — this was the best part of living with them: the little domestic moments that made your chest ache with warmth.

“Yeah, but pancakes can wait,” you murmured, turning slightly to catch Reo’s lips in a sleepy kiss. He smiled against your mouth, deepening it just slightly, before pulling back to look at you — his lavender eyes sparkling, but gentle.

“Fine,” Reo chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Fifteen more minutes. But only because you’re both too cute to say no to.”

Nagi’s lips found your shoulder, placing featherlight kisses there as his hands started wandering — slow and lazy, like he had all the time in the world. His touch was soft, the barest brush of fingertips over your skin, until he tilted his head, looking at you through half-lidded eyes.

“Reo’s right, y’know,” he whispered, voice still husky from sleep. “You’re cute when you’re all squished between us.”

Reo laughed softly, his hand sliding down your waist, joining Nagi’s, the two of them bracketing you perfectly, keeping you sandwiched between their warmth and affection. The mood shifted from sleepy to something a little more heated, but still soft — all gentle touches and playful teasing.

“Should we make them beg for pancakes?” Reo teased, his voice a low purr against your ear, while Nagi’s fingers lazily traced patterns on your thigh under the covers.

“Too much work,” Nagi yawned, trailing his lips lower along your neck. “I just wanna hold you.”

You melted into the attention, letting the sensation wash over you — their touches weren’t rushed or demanding, just sweet and slow, like the three of you were caught in your own little world. Eventually, the heat turned to giggles, as Reo tickled your sides, pulling you back from the brink of anything too serious.

“Okay, okay, I surrender!” you laughed, breathless as both boys grinned at you, clearly pleased with themselves. Reo pressed a final kiss to your cheek, and Nagi, predictably, refused to let go, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

It wasn’t the steamy kind of morning you might’ve expected with two gorgeous boys as roommates, but it was perfect. Comfortable, safe, full of love — the kind of closeness that made your heart feel like it might burst.

And as the minutes ticked by, with soft touches and whispered jokes shared under the covers, you realized you didn’t mind waiting for pancakes at all.

[vodika-vibes]

HAVING A SHITTY TIME VOD’IKA

so I’m supposed to be on a really fun vacation right now to Arizona, which should be awesome bc a) vacation b) my birthday is in a few days and c) my special interest is the Wild West/red dead redemption.

BUT. I GOT SICK. and I feel like I’ve been punched in the face 80 times, forced to swallow glass, and now my ears are going snap crackle pop like those fuckin rice krispy bitches. I PHYSICALLY CANT TALK

AHEM ANYWAY. could you pretty pretty please with a cherry on top 🙏🙏🙏🙏write a lil sickfic. Nothing too long. About alpha-17 gently bullying the reader back to health. Pretty pretty please🥺🥺🥺

Take Care Of Yourself

Summary: When you get sick while Alpha is away for work, you decide to ignore it. It’s not like the chores can be put on hold just because you have a little cold. Besides, Alpha will never find out.

Pairing: Alpha-17 x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1073

Warnings: None

A/N: Oh no! Why is it that whenever people go on vacation they end up sick? It doesn't feel fair. Anyway! Because I'm an amazing person, not only is this a (slightly long) Alpha-17 fic. It's also a Western AU! I hope you like it! And I hope you feel better!

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You, genuinely, love the home you’ve built with Alpha. It’s near enough to town that you’re able to walk if you really need something, but it’s far enough away that you don��t have to hear his brothers when they go to the saloon and get drunk after work.

Sure, owning a ranch is hard. There are a lot of animals that need to be tended to, and you have your own personal gardens that you have to tend to, but between you and Alpha you can handle anything.

Which is why, when Alpha tells you that he’s been invited to watch over a group of his younger brothers while they go on a camping trip, you have to think about it for a moment. In truth, there are enough employees that you don’t have to worry about handling the animals and the crops, so you give him your blessing, and even help him pack.

You really are the perfect spouse.

And he agrees, judging by the fond smile on his face, and the way his kiss lingers against your lips when he leaves early the next morning. The kiss is a promise, a hint of what’s to come when he comes back, and you can’t stop the heat that rushes to your face at the look he shoots you before he mounts his horse and takes off down the road.

The first day passes uneventfully.

As does the second.

But the morning of the third day, you wake with a tickle in your throat that no amount of hot tea will soothe, and a throbbing headache that no amount of pain medicine will banish. But the animals and the crops can’t wait, so you ignore the pain and continue on your day.

The morning of the fourth day since Alpha left on his camping trip, sees you with a headache and a scratchy throat, but also a rattling cough that hurts and body aches so severe that you stood in the shower for almost an hour to try and soothe the pain.

It didn’t help.

But, once again, the plants and animals can’t wait for you to be healthy so you take as much cold medicine as you can handle, and slowly go about your day.

Alpha will return in two days. Hopefully you’ll be healthy by then.

The fifth day dawns, and you’re woken by frantic knocking on the front door. You stumble to the door, only to come face to face with one of the ranch hands. He looks frantic, though that look flashes to alarm the moment he looks at you.

You’re not able to get a single sentence out, before he’s ushering you to the couch and promising that he, and the other ranch hands, will handle everything on the ranch today. He makes you promise that you’ll rest, and though you feel guilty about it, you fall asleep on the couch before he even leaves your home.

When you wake on the day that Alpha’s supposed to return, you force yourself to your feet. He’s going to need food, after all, and you haven’t had the chance to tidy up in days.

Sure, your head feels like it’s about to explode. Sure, it feels like you have a horse laying on your chest and every cough feels like a knife to your diaphragm. And sure, it feels like someone has tied weights to every single joint in your body.

But you have a responsibility as Alpha’s spouse, and you’re not going to disappoint him.

When you hear Alpha return, several hours later, you don’t even have the strength to move. You’re sitting at the kitchen table, your head buried in your arms. A small trash can filled with tissues is sitting on the table, next to a mug filled with hot tea.

You feel like death warmed over.

Death sunny-side up, even.

“What are you doing?” Alpha asks from the doorway to the kitchen, you can hear his spurs clinking against the floor, but you don’t even have the energy to scold him for wearing his riding boots inside your clean-ish house.

“Cooking.” You reply, hoarsely. Your poor voice had given up the goose late last night, and you’re barely audible, even to yourself.

He’s silent for a moment, and you lift your head from your arms to squint at him. The light hurts your eyes, but you can manage. After all, you’re nothing if not stubborn.

Alpha is watching you, and you can see the judgment on his face as his gaze slides from the pile of dishes in the sink—though it’s all mugs, you’ve not eaten in a couple of days—to the nearly filled trash can full of tissues, and the almost empty tissue box.

“No offense, darlin’.” Alpha drawls, “I’d rather not eat your plague food.”

You blink at him, owlishly, “Plague...food?”

You should be offended by that, right?

“In fact, I think it’s time for bed.” He walks over to you and carefully propels you to your feet, “You think I didn’t notice that you slept on the couch, darlin’?”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re a walking bio-hazard is what you are,” Alpha disagrees, “How about, I run you a bath? With that oil you like so much. And then I’ll finish dinner and bring some to you.”

“...sorry.”

“What for?”

“You shouldn’t have to take care of me.” You mumble as you lean into his chest.

Alpha scoffs, loudly, “I seem to remember something about in sickness and in health as part of our wedding vows. If I knew you were gonna get so sick, I would have made Colt take the brats on the camping trip.”

“You like camping.”

“I like you more.” You feel his warm lips against your temple, “Now, let’s get you that bath. You’ll feel better.”

“You think so?”

“I know so.” You feel his hand settle on the small of your back, “But you’re also seeing the doc in the morning.”

You press your face even tighter against his chest, he smells like the forest where he goes camping and you find the scent comforting, “Sorry for being a burden.”

You whine when he lightly taps the side of your head with one of his fingers, “Don’t be stupid. As if you could ever be a burden to me.” He drops a kiss to the top of your head, “Come on, sicky. I’ll take care of you.”

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[jd-loves-fiction]

“come back any time, i have very few blue lock requests”

ur wish is my command. 🙏

i’m back, with another karasu request. idk how u feel about angst/comfort so again feel free to ignore this!

could you write like an argument with karasu and the aftermath? angst but a happy ending. i honestly dk what the argument could be about so u can pick whatever.

thank youu💗💗

🌑KARASU MY MAAAAN 🥺❤️

[15:46] “C'mon baby, you know I love you.”

“Really? Because you're not great at showing it!”

Karasu goes to speak but you cut him off.

“It's all jokes with you, isn't it? Can't you be serious for once? I'm asking what we are and you're making jokes!”

The heartbroken, panicked look in your eyes sends his brain scrambling, trying to find an easy solution where there's none.

Tabito tends to work well under pressure, at least in the environments he excels in (football), but right now all he wants is to get you to stop looking at him like that.

The timing couldn't be worse as his phone starts ringing, screen lighting up with the name of his team's coach, no doubt to talk about the pre-game meeting coming up. If he could, he'd throw the thing as far as needed to stop hearing that noise. But it's important.

You see the look in his eye before he says a word.

“Can we talk about this later? Believe me, I want to talk about this seriously but, I want to be focused, y'know?”

“You can't–” Deep breaths, “Fine, but it better be quick.”

You stomp away while trying not to shout as your boyfriend watches, bringing his phone up to his ear with a mighty guilty look on his face.

The phone call takes a long time, or maybe not but to you it feels like an infinity – sitting dejectedly on the couch without even turning on the TV, moping.

Finally, after 15 endless minutes, Karasu slowly walks through the living room door. By the silence, he almost expects you to be asleep, but the top of your head peeks above the back of the couch, “Hey, baby…”

“Hey…”

“Can we talk now?”

“I don't know, can we?” You snap weakly, biting back mostly to distract from the fact that you’re already over it – you can't show him that or else the conversation will end before it’s started, “Sorry, yeah, let’s talk.”

He smiles gratefully, sitting down beside you, “I see now that I haven't shown you how– wait, how much I–. Let me start again, I love you more than anything and I'm so sorry that I haven't been showing it baby. I am serious about you, about us, but sometimes work just starts taking over and I kinda let it. Because deep down I still feel like you deserve someone better and you're gonna realize it one day and I know I shouldn't let that affect us but… it did. It has.”

You listen in patient silence, slowly moving to tenderly hold his hand as he speaks, “I’m sorry.”

“I forgive you. I had a feeling there was something bothering you, I just needed to get it out of you. I’m glad you told me, honey.” Your foreheads touch as you both sigh in relief, tired after so little.

“Nap?”

“...Nap.”

[woozinhos]

Hello, i love ur work! can i request a mafia dino with a chubby partner after an important meeting 🥺

Notes: first fic of the dayyy wooop woooo

After a long and important meeting with his fellow gang members, Chan storms into the room where you are waiting for him. He's visibly agitated, his jaw clenched and his eyes dark with frustration. He slams the door shut behind him and strides over to you, his movements quick and aggressive. "I need you," he growls, grabbing your arm and pulling you close to him. You're surprised by his sudden urgency, but you don't resist as he wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly against his chest.

"Chan, what's wrong?" you ask, concerned by his demeanor. He buries his face in your hair, inhaling deeply as if trying to calm himself down. "It was a mess in there," he mutters, his voice muffled. "The others were arguing and fighting, and I couldn't get them to listen to me."

You can feel his body trembling with pent-up anger and frustration, and you know that he needs to release it somehow. You rub his back soothingly, trying to comfort him. "It's okay," you say softly. "You're the boss. They'll listen to you eventually."

Chan pulls back to look at you, his eyes burning with intensity. "I need to blow off some steam," he says, his hands roaming over your body. "I need you to help me." Chan's hands move to your hips, his grip firm as he pulls you even closer to him. "I need to feel you," he growls, his fingers digging into your flesh. "I need to be inside you."

You can feel his erection pressing against you, a clear indication of his need for release. You know that he's not in the mood for gentle or slow lovemaking – he needs something rough and primal to help him let go of his frustrations. Chan spins you around and bends you over the nearest surface – a table, a couch, it doesn't matter. He yanks your pants down, not bothering to remove them completely.

"You're mine," he growls, his voice low and commanding. "Mine to use, mine to take whenever I want." He doesn't waste any time, pushing into you with one rough thrust. You gasp at the sudden intrusion, but you're quickly lost in the feeling of him inside you. He sets a brutal pace, his hips snapping against yours with each thrust. You can hear the sound of skin slapping against skin, mingling with your moans and his grunts of pleasure.

Chan grabs a handful of your hair, pulling your head back as he continues to pound into you. "You love this, don't you?" he growls, his breath hot against your ear. "You love being my little plaything." You can only nod in response, lost in the sensations coursing through your body. The pain from having your hair pulled is mixed with pleasure, and you find yourself getting even more turned on by his rough treatment.

"Say it," he demands, his grip on your hair tightening. "Tell me how much you love being used by me."

"I love it," you moan, your voice trembling with desire. "I love being yours, Chan. Use me however you want." Chan lets out a feral growl, his pace becoming even more brutal. He releases your hair and grabs your hips again, pulling you back against him with every thrust.

"That's right," he grunts. "You're mine to do with as I please. You're my property." You can feel yourself getting close to the edge, your body coiled tight with tension. You know that Chan won't stop until he's satisfied, until he's marked you as his in the most primal way possible. Chan can't get enough of the way your ass jiggles with each thrust. He watches intently, his eyes glued to the way your body moves beneath him.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful," he groans, his hands roaming over your curves. "So perfect for me." He spanks you hard, leaving a red handprint on your skin. You cry out at the sudden sting, but it only serves to fuel your arousal further.

"You like that, don't you?" he taunts, spanking you again. "You like being spanked like a naughty girl." You nod again, your body shaking with need. "Yes, I like it," you moan. "Please, Chan... more." Chan chuckles darkly, clearly enjoying the power he has over you. "You're such a needy little thing," he says, his voice dripping with lust. "I'll give you what you want, but you have to beg for it."

You don't hesitate to beg, your pride forgotten in the heat of the moment. "Please, Chan," you whimper. "Please give me more. I need you to spank me and use me until I can't take it anymore." Chan's eyes flash with excitement at your words. "Good girl," he purrs, bringing his hand down on your ass again, harder this time. "You're learning how to behave so well."

Chan can feel himself getting closer to the edge, his thrusts becoming more erratic and uncontrolled. "I'm gonna come," he grunts, his grip on your hips tightening. "I'm gonna fill you up and make you mine." You can feel his cock twitching inside you, a sign that he's about to explode. "Please," you whimper again, wanting to feel him come undone.

Chan lets out a final, guttural moan as he reaches his climax, spilling himself deep inside you. He collapses on top of you, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm. You lie there, pinned beneath him, as he catches his breath. He slowly pulls out of you and turns you around to face him, a satisfied smirk on his face.

"You did so well," he praises, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. "You took everything I gave you and begged for more." Chan straightens his clothes and runs a hand through his hair, trying to look presentable again. He looks at you, still sprawled out on the table, and chuckles.

"You look like a mess," he says, amused.

"I'm glad I could be of service," you say, grinning up at him. Chan laughs and helps you off the table, pulling you into a possessive embrace. "You always are," he says, kissing the top of your head. "You're my perfect good girl ."

[darksigns-exe]

what about a first kiss with brand new boyfriend nicky? 🥺

He’s nervous — fidgeting with his keys and you know that there is more he wants to ask.

You’ve just gotten past this big old hurdle of figuring out what you and Nick are and you can understand that it’s all nerve wracking for him. It is for you too.

He insisted on driving you home, even though you could have easily walked the distance from the little burger place you’d been too.

And now here you are idling in front of your door, with neither of you willing to part ways yet.

There’s an unspoken thing between you. You think that he wants to ask you for something you’re all too willing to give to him.

“Thank you for tonight Nick.” You say eventually.

He gives you that pretty bashful smile of his, that makes your insides melts.

“Thank you.” He replies, “This was really nice.”

“You know what would make tonight even nicer?”

He shoots you a questioning look, head cocked to the side so curiously.

“A kiss goodnight?”

His cheeks tinge the prettiest pink in response.

“Would you like one?” You ask then.

He gives a quick nod.

And you can’t help but feel so very endeared by him.

Your hand finds its way to his cheek, gently steering him closer to you.

The kiss is soft, barely there. Just a little kiss goodnight. And just as you’re about to move back, his hand finds the small of your back, keeping you so very close to him.

His lips feel so soft against yours. Kissing him is addictive and you don’t know how you’ve ever gone without this.

“Nicky.” You say when you’re finally parting, “Would you like to stay over?”

[plaidconvers]

Can I please have a little Happy ?

Like the trope - mean to everyone but you 🥺

Love soft Happy 😊

Always you~ H. Lowman

~ Happy Lowman x fem!reader

Summary: Happy is just a big ole softly for his lady but god forbid someone else tries anything with you.

CW: threats, mentions of alcohol, just happy being protective of his girl!

A/N: oh heyyyyy! I took the liberty of assuming this was for Happy Lowman so here ya go! This man is so fun to write for especially for a fluffy fic! Half proof read (fully did this instead of notes in class teehee 🤭) Thanks sm for requesting I hope you all enjoy :) MWAH 🥰

You curl into the worn leather couch of the clubhouse, its smells of cigarettes and disinfectant oddly comforting. You nurse a beer as you take in the sounds of the club— laughter, music, the occasional crash of something being broken somewhere in the background.

Happy’s across the room, leaning against the bar, his arms crossed and jaw tight. He’s got that look on his face. The one that’s usually followed by less than savory actions. You catch his eye and flash him a smile and you watch that look he has falter just a little.

“Hap, you’ve been eyeing your girl for 20 minutes now,” Juice says from beside him, smirking, “You gonna let that slide?” Juice is always one to stir the pot when it comes to you and Happy, the man lives off of it, but he knows better than anyone that you’re off limits and the guy sitting on the arm of the couch is just a little too close for anyone’s comfort.

Happy doesn’t look at Juice. Just mutters, “He makes one move, he’s done.” Happy knows you can handle yourself but he’ll never let it escalate to that.

And that’s the thing.

Everyone at the clubhouse knows— you’re off limits. Not just because you’re Happy’s, but because he’s different with you. Different for you. No one wants to find out what happens when they cross that line.

The guy in question finally gets brave — or stupid — and slides off the arm of the couch into the seat next to you. You side eye him but before you can get a word in Happy is there instantly.

“Get up,” he says with a too calm tone, but still low and lethal.

“I was just gonna—“ the guy starts, hands raised as he rises from the couch.

Happy doesn’t let him finish. He leans in close, just enough for the guy to catch the glint in his eyes. “You look at her again, and you’ll be doin’ it with one eye.”

The guy bolts. You never get a word in.

Happy turns to you, his whole face softening like he didn’t just threaten to blind a man for simply sitting next to you. He kneels down in front of you, resting his work-worn hands on your knees.

“You okay baby?”

“You nod, hiding your smile. “You didn’t have to threaten the man blind Hap,” you say with a laugh.

“I did,” he says seriously, rubbing a thumb over your leg through the fabric of your jeans. “Don’t like people looking at what’s mine.”

You tug him closer by his kutte, a grin gracing your face. “I like when you get all murdery for me.”

He huffs a rare laugh and kisses your knee through the the fabric. “Only for you, girl. Always for you.”

[nipuni]

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