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colorfulrook · 3 months ago
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I have an idea:
Basically, it would be Reader and Jinwoo who have known each other for a long time. They're best friends, and Reader was always super affectionate with him when he was an E-rank. She treated his wounds, cooked him food, etc., and flirted with him directly, but Jinwoo ignored her advances every time (for him, it was just affection between friends), but Reader always continued even though it wasn't reciprocal.
When he became an S-rank, he got closer to the other hunters, especially Cha Hae In, and Hae In did the same thing Reader did for him (taking care of him), except that he reacted to her advances. Reader, seeing this, understood that she had to let it go and was happy for him despite the heartbreak. Everything she did for him, she did with the other hunters in the guild (brought back cookies, put bandages on Baek, while complimenting him on his muscles, etc.). Jinwoo seeing Reader being affectionate with everyone except him gives him a pang in his heart realizing that he hates it when Reader is with people other than him and begins to regret all the times when he didn't reciprocate and ignore her advances. One day when Reader is injured he goes to heal her and tries to do what Reader did for him hoping to be able to get closer to her again
Thank you so much for trusting me with your idea! I hope you will enjoy reading it and tell me if you liked it! I value quite much every opinion you throw ahaha, love you all - Rook
Ps: I proofread it a bit quickly so eventual grammar errors will be dealt it later!
Where the heart awaits [S.JW x F!Reader]
Pairings: Sung Jinwoo x F!Reader Word count: 1.5K Theme: Fluff, angst (Injury ahead!)
Being an A-Rank healer was tough, but it had its perks. You met all kinds of people—arrogant hotshots, quiet tanks, mages who thought they were gods, hell even S ranks—but none of them managed to leave you an impression like Jinwoo. Gentle, caring Jinwoo who, no matter the hardships of being an E-Rank, never backed down on a job.
You met him during one of your first dungeon after you awakening, despite having already some offers for all kinds of guilds, you politely declined, saying that you would like to lend a hand to the guildless people before committing to one.
That’s how you ended up in a cramped, damp D-Rank dungeon with a group of nervous, under-equipped hunters… and him.
He hadn’t said much at first—kept his head down, focused. You watched as he silently took more hits than he should have, trying to protect the others even though he was clearly exhausted. By the end, he was bloodied and limping, but smiling when he handed the core to a trembling C-rank who looked like he might burst into tears. You had walked up to him, healing magic already warm in your palms, and asked with piqued interest.
“Do you always try to be a martyr, or was today special?”
He blinked at you. Then he smiled. “Habit, I guess.” Feeling refreshed as you healed him, warm magic tickled his skin.
That was the start of your friendship.
From then on, things moved fast. Days turned into month that eventually turned into one year.
You started teaming up more often. Dungeons with Jinwoo became your favorite—how you waited eagerly every time there was a new dungeon, a smile forming everytime you read Jinwoo's name on the list. You could already feel your heart warming.
You began to see him after and before the raids, sometimes even cooking for him and his sister after a particularly gruesome outing. He walked you home after late-night cleanups. You learned how he liked his coffee, how he couldn’t handle spicy food, and that he always, always made sure everyone else was safe before thinking about himself.
You started to look forward to the way his eyes would light up when you brought snacks. To the little, tired smiles he’d give you at the end of a run. You flirted with him—openly, shamelessly—sometimes just to see him flustered. But he never responded to it. At first, you told yourself it was just because he was shy.
But you were wrong, he wasn't shy, he just thought you were very friendly.
It hit you one night when the two of you went out to eat in one of those small restaurant full of people and laughs. You'd teased him again—something flirty, casual, something about how you liked guys who were quietly heroic and kind to their teammates. Jinwoo had just laughed. Not nervous. Not awkward. Just… amused.
The thought of you referring to him went completely over his head.
"Don't worry (Y/n), you are an amazing person and hunter, I'm sure you will find someone you love soon enough!"
And that’s when it sunk in. You could feel your smile dropping a bit before regaining your composure.
To him, your kindness was just that—kindness. The way you patched him up, brought him home-cooked meals, dragged him out for breaks, gifted him silly little trinkets to cheer him up—he’d seen all of it as the affection of a good friend. And maybe, in his mind, he didn’t deserve more than that anyway.
So you smiled and kept going, because even if your heart ached sometimes, his presence was worth it. Being by his side was better than not being there at all.
Until it wasn’t anymore.
When Jinwoo came back from his double dungeon, you felt everything change, as if someone pulled a rug from under your feet and disrupted your carefully built balance.
He was stronger. Colder. More focused. You watched as he built his new life—his new guild—and got closer with hunters you barely knew. He spent more time with Cha Haein, and even though she didn’t speak much, she didn’t need to. The way she looked at him said enough. And worse, the way he looked back at her…
You decided to let him go.
You still talked frequently but you decided that it was time to do something with yourself, Jinwoo was happy with Haein, it was time to reach your happiness as well.
You decided to join Baek Yoonho's guild, feeling ready to lend your powers to a bigger group of people—it was time for a "fresh start" as you called it.
You loved it there, truly, you began to grow fond of every member of your usual dungeon party. Thus you decided to spread your affection to them.
You began to take extra care while healing everyone, especially Guildmaster Baek, handed cookies to the office staff, even embracing one of the rookies— "Gukkie" you called him with the affection of a big sister—in a warm hug for nailing one of the raids in a dungeon.
You didn’t mean it as payback. It was just you being you.
But Jinwoo slowly began to notice it.
And for the first time in a long time, he was the one watching you from the sidelines.
Jinwoo didn’t realize when it started—the way his eyes always followed you, shadows always at the ready to protect you.
Maybe it was the moment you tucked a blanket around Baek Yoonho’s shoulders after a gruesome raid and told him to get some rest, your voice warm with that same gentle tone you used to use just for Jinwoo.
"Master Baek, I know you are toning your body everyday but you must take care and rest after a dungeon!" you'd say pouting.
Or when you ruffled that one hunter's hair after he brought you a smoothie and said, “You’re getting sweeter by the day,” and Jinwoo had to stop himself from yanking your hand away, starved of your usual caring touch.
It didn’t hit him all at once. It crept up slowly, a quiet cold wave that nipped at his ankles. A sharp tug in his chest every time you smiled at someone else. And a heavy, sinking feeling when he realized that you haven't smiled like that at him for weeks.
You were still kind and affectionate during the now rare times you saw each others. But you didn’t linger anymore. You didn’t tease. No more late-night texts, no more lingering touches. You didn’t call him “handsome” with a laugh or sneak his favorite candy into his coat pocket before a raid.
And it was his fault.
Thinking back to before he went in that double dungeon left him with a bitter taste on his tongue.
He’d thought it was just how you were. That your softness belonged to everyone. He hadn’t realized—until it wasn’t his anymore—how much of it you had given only to him.
Now it was too late. Or maybe it wasn’t. He didn’t know.
Not until the day of an abnormal red gate dungeon.
When Jinwoo felt the pulse of the gate from across the city so stronge that even Igris twitched.
And then your name came through the emergency report from the White Tiger Guild.
A red gate. An unexpected ambush. An A-Rank healer, critically injured. You.
Jinwoo didn’t remember giving the order to teleport. He just moved. Shadows exploded from the ground like a tidal wave, launching him towards your position.
The first thing he noticed was how small and frail you seemed in Baek Yoonho's arms, whom looked at him with wide eyes.
"We closed the dungeon but we need to help her fast if we want her to live"
You were unconscious, blood seeping from your uniform, your breathing was shallow, and your mana flickered like a dying candle. Someone had tried to patch you up, but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t you.
Jinwoo’s hands trembled as he touched your cheek. For a moment, all he could do was stare.
You were always the one healing. Always smiling through exhaustion, patching wounds, giving warmth without asking for anything back. Now you lay still, quiet and cold.
Something cracked deep inside him.
“Why didn’t I see it?” he whispered, almost angrily. “Why did I let you go?”
Beru stood silently nearby, his gaze lowered. Even his shadows stayed quiet, watching their king kneel beside the one person he could never bring himself to face until it was too late.
Jinwoo’s heart raced as his hands trembled, pouring every ounce of mana into you with a desperate kind of reverence, trying to heal the wound he had failed to stop. His shadows clung to you like a protective cocoon, dimly glowing with the magic he so freely gave, trying to mend what had been broken both in your body and in his soul.
"Please," he whispered again, his voice trembling with a vulnerability he had never shown before. "I can’t lose you. Not like this."
His forehead touched yours, and for a fleeting moment, the world faded into the background. The overwhelming pulse of his heart, the suffocating grief, the quiet dread of losing you—all of it seemed to blur as he focused entirely on you.
His breath came out in ragged gasps as he choked on the words he had kept buried for far too long.
“Wake up…” His voice cracked, the words barely audible. “Please. I still haven’t said it. I haven’t told you…”
But then he felt it—a soft pressure on his hand.
“Jinwoo…” Your voice was weak, your hand reaching up to gently touch his face. “I’m here…”
He leaned down, cheek pressed against yours as relief washed over him like a tidal wave. The fear, the doubt, the hopelessness that had gripped him melted away.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured softly, his hands brushing away the sweat on your forehead. “I'm sorry you had to wait for so long”
You smiled weakly as you felt the warmt of his words settle in your chest, maybe there was still hope after all.
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dadyscumslutprincess20 · 4 months ago
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Hi how are you doing💓can you please make a smut for ahn sohoo from whc1 if it's possible cause I haven't found any for him :( if not it's fine dw ☺️
NSFW Alphabet|Ahn Suho
Get to know Ahn Su-Ho from A-Z
Feat Su-Ho x Fem!Reader
{ I wanted to try NSFW Alphabet so we’ll do it for this one , and if you like this I can start doing more of it}
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(A) Aftercare
How does he tend to you, after you're done. Is he a cuddler? Give you aftercare?
~ 10/10. Sooho would always make sure to wipe your inner thighs down with a clean cloth before carefully carrying you in the shower. He would take his time making sure he cleans every part of your body before cleaning his self, would help you get dressed in your pajamas before putting on his own. If you’re both in the mood he might even watch your favorite show until you both fall asleep with you in his arms.
(B) Body Part
His favorite body part on hisself and his partner?
~ Thighs. He loves your thighs. Doesn’t care if there thick or not. Loves to stare at your thighs during class, even better that you sit bedsides him in class. Now he could grip and squeeze at them any time he wanted.
(C) Cum
Where he likes to cum on his partner? How much he cums? Does he like to cum before or after his partner?
~ Cum a lot , when it’s not a quickie that is. Loves to cover your body with his cum, his favorite place being in your mouth, breast or your pussy. He likes to watch his seed slowly sweep out of your hole down your inner thighs. All while your a whimpering mess for him..truly it’s a sight to see for him.
(D) Dirty Secret
A Dirty Secret he keeps from his partner?
~He still had the sex video that you let him take of you, only if he deleted it after. But he never did , instead he watches it when your to busy to hang out but he never lets anyone sees as he keeps it locked with a password that only he knew.
(E) Experience
How much experience does he have?
~ Sooho didn’t have much experience before you met. Yeah he probably watches prom here and there but he never actually done anything with anyone, well until he met you that is.
(F) Favorite Position
What’s his favorite sex position?
~ Doesn’t really have a favorite position as long as you whimper and moaning it’s enough for him. Loves watching his cock slide in and out of you as he fucks into you.
(G) Goofy
Is he serious or goofy during sex?
~ He VERY goofy. He’ll have times where he finds it funny in a amusing way, when you try to pull away from him as he pull you back against his cock. How could he not , when you acted like a brat today so why the tears…it’s all to amusing for him. But of course , he’ll make sure his pretty girl is satisfied before he finishes.
(H) Hair
How groomed is he?
~Trims when he feels like it. If your both in don’t like hair he would try to keep up with trimming but if you don’t mind he wouldn’t really trim as much. He also doesn’t really mind if his partner has hair or not, it wouldn’t stop him from doing what he wants to you.
(I) Intimacy
Is he romantic, rough or kinky?
~ Romantic and rough, he likes to take his time allowing his hands to foam over your body. Kisses your neck as he gently finger fuck you at a fast pace yet so gentle not to hurt you. Now when he’s jealous…that could be another story.
(J) Jack Off
How often does he jack off?
~ He doesn’t really care to much for jacking off, why should he when you basically live with him. If anything he would pull your out of class to fuck you in the school bathrooms. Now before you came around he would probably only do it every once in a while.
(K)Kink
What are his kinks? Does he have any?
~Size kink. He wouldn’t admit thy to you of course. But he loves how your so much smaller than him, when you first met he didn’t even believe your were the same age until you both got close. Loves to pick you up in his arms as he fucks up in to you couldn’t do anything about it just grab at him and whimper …he was hot to him.
(L) Location
Favorite place to fuck his partner?
~ Anywhere. Long as his cocks buried deep inside you gummy walls he wouldn’t give a shit where you are. Just be a good girl and take, he’ll make sure you’re not caught.
M) Motivation
What are his turn ons?
~ Honestly there’s lots of things you do that turns him on without you even trying. But his favorite one of all is watching your eyes tear and wet as his tongue slowly teases your clit. The other being when you wear someone that shows off your curves , making his cock bulge in his pants his eyes watching your every movement.
N)No
What are his turn offs?
~ Doesn’t have any, pretty much anything you do turns him on.
O)Oral
Preference on it..?
~He doesn’t mind when you suck him off but he prefers more to eat you out. But if you want you could just 69 it so your both receiving pleasure ..just let him play with your pussy while he’s at it.
P)Pace
How fast or rough is he?
~Likes to take it slow at time. But Loves to fuck you fast and hard , it brings out the best moans from you. Your so sensitive , he loved it only making him thrust in you faster than before.
Q)Quickie
How does he feel about quickies?
~He okay with quickies. Besides if you’re at school , you’ll have to get back to class eventual. Don’t worry if you don’t cum , he’ll make sure you do once you come to his house after school.
R)Risk
How risky is he?
~VERY , VERY risky. He doesn’t care if your in public , if he can find a place to pull you off to, someone where no one would see either of you before he fucks you. Even easier for him if you’re in a dress or skirt , just move your panties to the side and he’ll handle the rest.
S)Stamina
How long can he last? How many rounds?
At least 3 or 4 rounds. You’re tired, that’s okay he’ll do all the work from here ..but you’ll own him next time.
T)Toys
Does he use or own any?
~ Doesn’t own any but loves to use the toys you have on you. Why play by yourself when he could do it for you, just lay back and keep your legs spread like a good girl, he’ll make sure you feel good before he fucks you.
U)Unfair
How much does he like to tease his partner?
~Any chance he gets. It hot when you squirm for him, his hands holding you still making sure you couldn’t move away from him. Teasing your entrance as he gently bites at your inner thigh , I mean really it was amusing for him…if you say how much you need him maybe he’ll be nice and stop.
V)Volume
How loud is he? How loud does he like his partner?
~Doesn’t like to make noise much, may let out a occasionally groan when your walls tighten around him. But he loves when your a moaning and whimpering mess. That’s it be a good girl and moan a bit louder, maybe he’ll give you what you want. Occasionally won’t care if anyone could hear.
W)Wild card
~Loves eating your pussy. The way your juices cover his mouth and chin , shining under the room lightening as he licks every drop of your juices. The way your thighs tighten around his hand , your small hands gripping at his hair pulling his face loser to your wet pussy.
X)X-ray
Length, Girth, Curve?
~ At least 7 inches , thick and veiny , curves slightly at the tip allowing him to hit your sweet spot repeatedly. Causing you to squirm as you walls pull him in deeper, he loved it.
Y)Yearning
Sex drive?Horniness?
~ High but not to high. He can’t help it you just so small to him. Doesn’t help that he likes to picture different ways he could fuck you.
Z)Zzz
How fast does he fall asleep?
~ Like to fall asleep after you. He has to make sure his baby girl all settle in bed before he even thinks about going to bed.
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7-deadly-cats · 4 months ago
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killing me softly | 6
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K M S M A S T E R L I S T | <- P R E V I O U S | N E X T ->
✿ G E N R E ✿ she fell first, he fell harder | slice of life | drama
✿ P A I R I N G ✿ s1!rafe cameron x overthinking!reader (f)
✿ C O N T E N T W A R N I N G ✿ swearing, overthinking/anxiety, reader being lowkey dramatic lol
✿ S U M M A R Y O F L A S T P A R T ✿ you and rafe arrived at kelce's. inside, you enjoyed kelce's self-made pizza with the three boys, though afterward rafe kept making cryptic comments about you and kelce. after an awkward back-and-forth with rafe about whether you’re interested in kelce, you both settled in to work on your project, only for rafe to unexpectedly invite you to his place the next evening. as you realized his house will be empty, it dawned on you that he might be setting the stage for a hookup.
✿ W O R D C O U N T ✿ 4.2k+
✿ A / N ✿ this one has less action or rather serves more as a little breather bc i wanted to focus more on what's going on in reader's head as well as rafe's hihihi. next part will have them interacting in person again :) i hope you guys enjoy and as always super thankful for any support <33
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W E E K O N E // T U E S D A Y
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With a slightly lighter feeling in your chest and a deep sigh, you let your phone slip into your bag.
Most of your conversations with Cara about guys were filled with delusions but every now and then, she somehow found the right words to quiet your overanalyzing brain.
At least for a moment.
You turned onto the street leading to your house, grateful for the short walk and the fresh air—though the sun beating down on your cheeks made them feel even warmer than they already were.
Your place was just a short walk from Kelce's, practically around the corner, and honestly, you couldn’t have handled another car ride with Rafe today. Not that it mattered—he hadn’t offered one anyway which, for some reason, stung more than it should have. So you’d just said goodbye to the three of them, thanked Kelce for the pizza, and left.
And yet, you couldn’t shake how weird the energy between you and Rafe had been after he’d brought up the idea of going to his place tomorrow.
Ugh, you didn’t even want to think about it anymore—it made your stomach twist—but your brain kept replaying the conversation on a loop.
"My dad and Rose are at some charity event. Wheezie's on a school trip this week, and Sarah can do whatever she wants, I don't care."
The moment those words had left his mouth, you knew he had to have something else in mind besides just working on a school project.
Or maybe you were completely wrong. Maybe his grade actually mattered to him because he needed it to graduate and it was just pure coincidence that he would have the house to himself that night. It’s not like he’d explicitly said he was expecting anything more.
In fact, hadn’t he even mentioned that it’d be more relaxing for you to work in a quieter space than at school? Plus, his weird attempt at trying to calm your nerves with the fidget spinner in his car before that...
Shit, maybe he is just trying to be nice. Maybe this really was just about making sure you were comfortable.
But if it wasn’t… Because somehow, it was hard to believe that Rafe Cameron gave a damn about you… especially after just two days of barely getting to know each other.
So, if you had accepted and the whole thing would've turned out to be a setup for a hookup, then that would've seriously been the end of you. You’d panic, probably overreact, and make things painfully awkward—or worse, you’d go along with it out of some stupid fear of looking like a clueless virgin and blowing your unrealistic shot with him.
Just thinking of the idea of having your first time with Rafe Cameron, embarrassing yourself in the process, and—OH GOD.
This was all so… UGH.
You pulled out your keys and stepped into the house, stomach twisting uncomfortably. Your parents were both busy with work, so you made a beeline for your room and collapsed onto your bed.
But isn’t this what I’ve always wanted? Some kind of connection with him, no matter how.
You frowned.
No. Not like this.
Maybe—okay, definitely—you were spiraling, overthinking everything, and projecting ideas onto him that weren’t even real. Because the truth was, Rafe wasn’t even a fuckboy. You knew that. Yeah, every now and then he was seen leaving a party with a girl, but normally, he'd spend the night with Kelce, Topper, and some other guys in some back room, doing coke or other stupid boy stuff.
Great. Now you felt like shit for having completely overreacted. You’d shoved the poor guy into a box and immediately assumed he was just trying to sleep with you.
Which was so stupid—and totally contradicted what you’d been thinking before: that he didn’t want anything to do with you at all.
What the hell is wrong with me?
You buried your face in a pillow and let out a frustrated groan. Your brain had been running at full speed for the past two days. Cara was right. You were overthinking—just in the opposite direction this time.
And yet… you still didn’t know Rafe’s real intentions and the fear of the unknown was too overwhelming for you to just take that risk.
That’s why earlier you had simply smiled and said, "That’s really nice, the invite, I mean, but I already made plans with Cara tomorrow afternoon to help her clean out her closet and I have no idea how long that’ll take. Besides, it’s your family-free evening—wouldn’t want you wasting that on a school project."
It was a lie. You hadn't have planned anything with Cara but what else were you supposed to say?
On the first glimpse, Rafe had actually taken it better than you'd expected. He had just shrugged and said, "Okay. Guess you're not as much of a nerd as I thought."
You’d given him another nervous smile, and that was it. The topic was closed, and you both went back to working.
But you knew better.
Your whole life, you’d been hyper-aware of the smallest details around you—how someone looked at you, how they reacted, how they spoke, whether they were actually listening, how they behaved after an interaction, the way they smiled—did it reach their eyes or not?
In short, you noticed everything.
And when it came to Rafe, your brain was running on overdrive because that guy? He was a fucking thousand-sided Rubix cube.
Even though he often said unfiltered things without a second thought, his body language always told a much bigger story. That much you had learned in the last two days.
Which was why you had definitely caught the slight hesitation, the barely-there crease of his brows before he had responded. And in that split second, you knew—he hadn’t liked getting turned down.
Rafe Cameron had an ego. A big one. That much was obvious. And someone like him didn’t take it well when things didn’t go his way—whatever his true intentions with that invitation had been.
So it hadn’t surprised you when he sat a little farther from you after coming back from the bathroom, sinking deeper into the couch with his arms crossed. When his answers and input on the project became noticeably shorter, when his eyes drifted to his phone more often, his leg bouncing slightly, or when that effortless charm—the kind you’d assumed was just second nature to him—suddenly felt replaced by a forced, detached sense of cooperation.
Simply put, he probably wasn’t used to rejection. And you had pissed him off.
If it had been Cara or any of your other friends, you would have said something—you hated dealing with that kind of tension. But Rafe wasn’t a close friend, nor was he anywhere near the phase of becoming one.
So, you had endured the rest of the hour with spinning thoughts and felt nothing but relief when he had finally called it a day.
When you walked with Rafe to the porch to say goodbye to Kelce and Topper, you politely declined when Kelce asked if you wanted to stay longer. Said something along the lines of you not being Rafe’s "little nerd bitch" or some shit like that and that the invitation to his place also included you actually hanging out with them.
Whatever that was supposed to mean.
Not that it mattered. You didn’t care about Kelce. It was the way Rafe had simply given you a nod for a goodbye that had left a bitter taste in your mouth.
And maybe it was in that moment—or rather, in the lack of his usual energy—that you'd realized this was how he treated people who meant absolutely nothing to him.
This, in turn, had sent you spiraling into the worst overthinking session of your life because—WHAT THE HELL DID RAFE CAMERON EVEN WANT?
A good grade? Someone to carry him through art class? A new friends-with-benefits-girlie he would drop after two weeks? A one-time hookup? A harmless friendship? Just the thrill of throwing you off your game?
A relationship was out of the question—he had never shown any interest in that during all his years at Kildare Academy. Every girl who had ever gotten involved with him knew that.
So, be for fucking real, what the hell did he want from you?
You wanted to text him right then and there. Hey, so, um, I’ve had a crush on you since fifth grade haha, and now that we’ve actually spent some time together, I keep getting these weird-ass signals from you hahahahha, soooo… what the actual fuck is your problem?
You squinted your eyes in embarrassment and ran your hands over your face in frustration.
Cara would do it, you thought. She’d write the damn text—or hell, even send a voice memo or call him outright. She hated mixed signals with a passion, and something like this, no matter how small, was the kind of thing she wouldn’t just let slide.
Shit. You know what? Why not? Huh? Why shouldn’t I do the same?
Your fingers were already pulling up your phone, hovering over Rafe’s chat. But then you hesitated. Aside from the fact that this was a total impulse move, what the hell were you even supposed to say?
Realistically.
Because no matter how you'd phrase it, bringing up weird vibes after just two days would make you sound like some kind of psycho.
Who the hell does that?
Fuck, but why was this messing with your head so much? Why did it bother you so damn much that he’d acted even slightly different? Sure, yeah, you had a crush on him but why were his mood swings affecting you like crazy?
Okay. Relax. Seriously.
Maybe you should text him something else first—just to test the waters. See if he really was being distant, or if you were just spiraling over nothing.
Yeah. Yeah! That sounded like a plan (not a good one but if you didn't do anything you'd go crazy in the next few hours).
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And the moment you hit send, all the courage and impulsiveness drained from your body in an instant.
What was Rafe going to think…? Not even an hour had passed since you'd said goodbye, and here you were texting him?
Plus, the text itself sounded so... FUCKING FAKE OH MY HOLY SHIT, UGH THIS WASN'T YOU.
FUCKING HELL, this was so embarrassing. He definitely thinks I’m absolutely desperate for him now. Okay, maybe I can still delete the message before he—
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Oh.
Your heart sank straight through the floor, and you suddenly wanted to crawl under your blanket and never see the light of day again.
So he really was annoyed in some way.
Okay, okay, no big deal, everything’s fine, it's all good hahahahah.
Except your pulse was racing, and your thoughts were spiraling. That one SpongeBob meme with the burning brain and all the little panicked SpongeBobs running around? That was exactly what was happening in your head right now.
Frantically, you started typing your next message.
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The worst part about this whole situation wasn’t this absolutely terrible fake-ass message that made you look even more desperate and needy after his half-assed reply. It wasn’t even the fact that he had read it immediately. Nope—what really did it was the fact that, despite having read it right away, he didn’t respond for the next thirty minutes. And not even in the thirty afterward.
And that was the final blow for today. Completely embarrassed and feeling sick to your stomach, you shut off your phone, buried yourself under your blanket, put on your headphones, and let some random Netflix garbage play in the background. You didn't even bother texting Cara because of how horrible you felt.
Because the truly humiliating part? A tiny part in you, probably your stupid 11-year-old-self, had actually believed, for even a second, that there was some kind of spark between you and Rafe—that maybe, just maybe, he had seen something in the quiet girl who sat on the sidelines in class and at parties.
And even worse? The fact you were reacting this intensely to an absolutely non-intense situation. After. Two. Fucking. Days.
But deep down, it wasn’t just about this one moment. It was the disappointment of having been into Rafe for years, finally getting to interact with him for real, and then not getting to live out the before-bedtime scenario that had played out in your head so many times before.
Or maybe it was simply that his reaction had pretty much confirmed what you were trying not to admit: If he had wanted anything from you at all, it was probably something shallow. And your refusal to come over tomorrow had bruised his ego.
Whatever. Screw this. Screw Rafe, his stupid comments, his smug little grin—screw all of it.
You turned up the volume of the movie, trying in vain to drown out your spiraling thoughts. But your mind was a curse and you couldn’t stop wondering what Rafe actually thought of you.
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"And now she suddenly wants to meet up again," Rafe said, squinting irritated at your last message. "After bailing on tomorrow. No clue what kind of bullshit this is."
Topper tilted his head. "Thought she just didn’t have time?"
"Yeah, sure. Because she has to help her friend clean out her closet." Rafe scoffed, exhaling annoyed as he let his phone drop onto the porch couch. "I know bullshit excuses when I hear them. Sarah pulls the same crap all the time when she doesn’t feel like helping Rose out."
Kelce nearly choked on a hit from his hookah. "I don’t know, man, sounds to me like big bad Rafe Cameron just can’t handle getting curved for once."
Rafe’s brows furrowed. "Keep your fucking mouth shut. The only girls you pull are the ones too drunk to recognize your ugly ass." He crossed his arms, shaking his head. "This is some bullshit. I just wanted to get this fucking project done and now it's getting dragged out even more."
"Oh, of course," Kelce smirked, winking. "It's just about the project. It’s fine, bro, you can admit she’s a cute chick."
Topper nodded. "Yeah, she seems nice. Really quiet but not in a bad way, you know?"
"And?" Rafe pulled a face. "She called Kelce ‘nice’ too but we both know he’s a shitface."
This time, Kelce actually choked on the hookah smoke. "She did?"
"I’m just saying, she’s not loud and all over you like the girls that you usually hang out with", Topper replied, scratching his chin. "I also don't remember her ever being involved in any weird girl drama."
Rafe let out a dry laugh. "Nah, the way she acts sometimes? Makes me think I'm talking to two different people. One moment she's all shy and anxious and the next she's got this big ass attitude like she's on some Two-Face type shit."
"Oh, I bet she's a freak under all that shy girl exterior", Kelce said, grinning, but the other two ignored him.
"So, you're weirded out because she got a ... personality?" Topper asked and shook his head as if he couldn’t quite keep up. "Not everyone's as upfront with their self as Kelce, you know."
Rafe crossed his arms behind his head, already annoyed by this whole conversation. He didn’t even know why he was talking to these two idiots about you in the first place.
"I'm just pissed off at whatever bullshit she has suddenly going on", he said.
Topper raised an eyebrow. "Okay but why didn't you call her out immediately?"
"Yeah", Kelce chimed in. "Always talking big and now you puss out."
Rafe narrowed his eyes like he was debating whether to deck Kelce or let his bullshit slide. "Because I need this stupid project to work out." Rafe shook his head, his expression twisting slightly, feeling weirded out by this whole conversation. "And 'cause she’s always so fucking tense and nervous like I'm holding her at gunpoint. Shit's annoying as fuck."
He scoffed but he couldn't shake the feeling that you were indeed throwing him off in some weird inexplicable way. And sometimes your cautious behavior reminded him of Wheezie which somehow made your nervousness feel familiar.
"Sounds like she’s pissed she got stuck with you as a partner, bro", Kelce said, leaning back in his chair with a smug grin. "Probably figured out you’re just hanging on her ass to pass the class."
For some reason, that pissed Rafe off more than it should have but before he could snap back, Topper cut in. "I think you’re just overwhelming her."
Both Rafe and Kelce turned to him with matching confused stares.
"The fuck is that supposed to mean?" Rafe pulled a face.
Topper shrugged. "Bringing her straight here, you know… I mean Kelce alone is already a lot and maybe this was just moving too fast for her, I don't know. She doesn't seem the type to hang out with guys a lot."
"Moving too fast—Topper, what the fuck are you talking about?"
"I’m just saying—"
"She thinks you're trying to get into her pants", Kelce explained.
This time, it was Topper who pulled a face. "No! That’s not—"
"Okay," Rafe cut him off, rubbing his nose in irritation. "Both of you shut the fuck up. Neither of you knows shit."
Kelce smirked. "Aww, sounds like she's messing with your head."
That was enough. Rafe would’ve loved nothing more than to slam his fist into Kelce’s face right then and there but instead he stood up, grabbing his keys. "Okay, heard enough bullshit from you today."
Kelce just waved after him. "See you tomorrow, bro."
And yet, as much as that conversation with the two biggest idiots on Earth had irritated Rafe, it had also made him think. Which was a damn weird feeling because normally, he didn’t waste a second thought on stuff like this—or better yet, on any girl.
Especially not one who'd never really caught his attention in all the years at Kildare Academy. Sure, somewhere in the back of his mind, his subconscious had probably registered your presence. He knew you existed—your last name was recognizable, after all.
But as a person? You were more of a fleeting thought, like Oh shit, she actually talks? whenever you spoke up in class every few weeks, or Huh, guess she has a personality, when you were tipsy on some random couch, laughing loudly with your friend at a party.
But that was about it. Rafe wasn’t the kind of guy to waste brainpower on what he saw as background characters who occasionally made noise. And besides, he wasn’t exactly drawn to what appeared like boredom.
So, at first, he was actually kind of annoyed when Mr. Smith paired him up with the quiet girl. Because, yeah—as his graduation forecast had made clear, Art might be his ticket to scraping by in high school, but how the hell was he supposed to pull that off if his partner was basically a mute rock?
On top of that, you seemed like a total nerd, and he figured if you realized he wasn’t going to put in any effort, you’d rat him out. That would be the end of his diploma, meaning his dad would be horribly disappointed and that was something Rafe was trying his hardest to avoid. No way in hell would he allow Sarah to be the family's favorite.
So, he was determined to get this project over with as fast and as well done as possible. First day, straight to work, setting the base for this shitty project, sticking to your side to make you believe he was trying to put in effort. That had to be the way to impress someone like you, right?
Yeah, he’d expected your first lunch together to end in painfully awkward silence—the kind that would have him wanting to put a bullet in his head from sheer boredom.
He'd been wrong.
Sure, at first, he’d had to push things along but with a shy girl like you that was to be expected. What he hadn’t predicted was how blunt you were without you even realizing it. And the absolute crazy part? If Kelce, Topper, that bitch Ruthie, or literally anyone else said the things you did, it would made his blood boil.
But somehow, with you, it didn’t feel like ... you were mocking or judging him or some shit like that. Your honesty surprised him so much that most of the time he was too amused to seriously confront you about it.
In fact, Rafe found it oddly refreshing.
On top of that, he was used to people sucking up to him, trying to get on his good side because of his dad, or going out of their way to impress him. And why wouldn’t they? He was a fucking Cameron. But you? No clue what was wrong with you but you acted like you were trying to do the exact opposite.
You didn’t try to grab his attention. Most of the time you didn’t just sit there when he ran his mouth. You didn’t kiss his ass with over-the-top compliments or ask about the family business with that fake, polite bullshit—no, you had actually asked him how he was doing today.
Right after he'd asked you to wait in the car when that fucking idiot Scott had shown up, trying to buy a bag of coke. Rafe had nearly slammed him against the damn car—because how fucking stupid could you be, doing that on school grounds? Afterward, he’d been pissed. But instead of teasing him about it or lecturing him about his attitude like his dad would have, you’d just… asked if he was okay.
And the worst part? You actually seemed like you'd meant it.
For a split second, Rafe had even considered venting on how much everything pissed him off. Not just the jerk Scott, no fucking everything that had been on his mind in the past few weeks. Shit, he was glad he'd held back because what made him even consider it?
The fact, you'd somehow given him the feeling of not being judged??? The fuck. Shit, he'd probably sniffed a line too much last weekend because this was fucking crazy.
That would also explain why he had been so tense today. Like when it had pissed him off when Kelce had been drooling over you today. Or when Topper had started sucking up to you—probably just hoping to get another shot with your best friend through you but still, somehow Rafe had to try even harder to hold back his temper than usual.
Shit, up until now, he hadn’t given a single fuck about you. But this? Whatever the hell had flipped in his brain after Kelce had opened his mouth when he first spotted you two... it was messing with him.
And why he had asked you so insistently about Kelce earlier? Rafe had no fucking idea. All he knew was that it bugged him when you'd changed the subject instead of giving him a straight answer.
Oh, and then you had the nerve to turn down his invitation to continue this stupid project tomorrow at his place—with some cheap-ass excuse? Holy shit, that had really pissed him off.
Rafe couldn’t afford to screw up this project though, or he would’ve called you out on it right then and there. Because why the fuck would you say no—unless you actually couldn’t stand him?
Or was that idiot Topper right? Was Rafe being too overwhelming or some shit like that? Of course, he had noticed that you seemed to spend a lot of time in your own head—Wheezie was like that and it wasn't always for the better. So, was there a possibility that you were overthinking his invitation like you had with the whole coming-over-to-Kelce situation?
The thought made him scowl.
Silently, Rafe pulled his Mercedes into the Tannyhill garage and shut off the engine, his fingers drumming relentlessly on the steering wheel.
What Kelce had said came back into his mind and his mood went down through the floor. Rafe knew that idiot didn't know shit and he'd just been running his mouth as usual and yet it messed with Rafe's head.
But did you actually think he was trying to get in your pants?
Sure, he wasn’t gonna lie—you were pretty to look at. But Rafe wasn’t some horny dog trying to shove his dick up the ass of every random girl he met. And he'd thought he'd made that very clear. In fact, just yesterday at lunch, you'd also made it very clear you did NOT think of him like that.
So what the fuck was your problem?
Pissed off, Rafe picked up his phone from the middle console, eyeing your last text message. You wanted to meet up again on Thursday. The fuck? Was this some kind of fucked up power move? Turning him down, so he could be the one to dance to your bidding?
Nah. Fuck that.
He started typing.
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» pairing: arrogant!sunghoon x bratty!reader
» summary: it's nearing the end of mid-term season, and sunghoon is truly on the brink of death. luckily, his roommates have a solution to help him recuperate from the treacherous week: one large ass, big ass, loud ass party. even if it may not be his scene normally , sunghoon figures there's no harm in trying it out. little did he know, from the moment he would step foot into that house, the night was going to be full of mistakes.
» genre + warnings: college au, alcohol consumption, heavy kissing + hard make outs, lots of arguments, hickies, rough sex (like rough), choking, unprotected sex (DONT DO THAT), cream pies, dirty talking, t e n s i on, mean!dom sunghoon, batty!sub reader, enemies to NO lovers, shitty depictions of sim jake and lee heeseung (don't take this seriously)
» w.c: 10.9k
» a/n: not on time, but at least it's within the hour! (no its not) still, give me some credit...
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Entering his shared apartment, Sunghoon is quick to throw off his backpack and sling off his coat. He doesn’t even bother putting them in their designated spots, rather deciding to leave the items scattered about. Yep, he's that out of it, that he doesn’t even care for the mess just now created.
Despite having recently finished his latest mid-term exam, it's as if the burden of stress still weighs on him. His shoulders are tense, there's pressure in his head, his eyes are hanging low. Truthfully, he doesn't even remember the last time he smiled within the past week. Mid-terms were absolutely brutal this time around.
The only saving grace is the fact that it's now done. Finally. After damn near killing himself for the past week and a half; the sleepless nights, the treacherous study hours. Even if he may not have his results for some time now, he's just glad to have it over with.
“Thank, god.” He mumbles more to himself. Currently, he’s beelining straight into the kitchen and to the refrigerator.
He grabs the first water bottle seen, and waste no time screwing the cap off and gulping down sections of liquid. Because of the back to back exams, he couldn’t even find time to properly eat or drink anything, leaving him parched and fatigued. He swings his head forward to cut off the remaining water flow, a small gasp falling from his throat as well.
Little huffs continuously erupt from Sunghoon. Today must’ve worn him out even more than he realized. So much so, that he finds himself going in for another swing, downing the bottle half empty until-
“Holy shit, dude!”
Sunghoon rips the bottle away from his mouth, slightly startled from the sudden outbreak. There, standing in the kitchen, is his roommate and close friend, Sim Jake. Who from the looks of it- with his messy hair, oversized shirt/shorts combo, and titled glasses -probably either just woke up or got done boning someone.
Maybe….both?
“Did you just run a fucking marathon? Why are you drinking it like that?” Jake questions as he goes in above to reach for the cabinet. He originally came in for some snacks, only to get jumpscared by his roommate acting strange.
Realizing he must have looked crazy, Sunghoon lets out a small chuckle, “I just got done with my last exam, and now I’m exhausted.”
“Clearly...” Jake mutters. Quickly, he retrieves a couple of chip bags then closes the cubby door, “But, I hear you. I mean, you did take 19 credit hours this semester. Probably wasn’t gonna be a walk in the park when it came to the tests.”
And to that, Sunghoon could only nod in agreement. Yes, he’s fully aware how psychotic it must have been to request 19 hours this semester. But, Sunghoon has his reasons for doing so, plus he was certain he could have handled it. Now….not so much. If this amount of stress is already getting to him, he doesn’t even want to think about finals week.
Jake lets his own words linger as he’s about ready to step out of the kitchen. Before doing just that, he catches a glimpse of Sunghoon’s face, causing him to instead move in closer. Eyeing the stoic boy, Jake’s face scrunches, “Oh, god. Dude, and your eye bags are getting darker. How much sleep have you been getting?”
With a ‘tch’, Sunghoon swats the boy away and does a side step from the space invasion. He opts to leave the crammed space and book it towards the connected living room, “None, basically. I was hauling ass these past couple of weeks to prepare for mid-terms. In which, there’s no such thing as sleep.”
As he flops down on to the couch, a laborious groan leaves his chest and even that surprises Sunghoon. God, what’s wrong with him? Jake follows him into the living room as well, watching the way Sunghoon’s body stiffly sinks into the cushions.
“Jesus Christ,” Jake comments, the scene unfolding before his very eyes becoming increasingly sad. It looks as if Sunghoon has strained something in the process of….relaxing? and is now rubbing his lower back, “No wonder Y/N called you a hallowed-out machine the other day. It’s like you’re wearing down more and more by the hour.”
At the mention of your name, Sunghoon’s neck snaps up towards Jake’s vicinity. Jake, in turn, finds himself shuffling backwards slightly out of fear, “Don’t you dare speak her name in this apartment. Are you asking for a death wish?”
He and his other roommate, Heeseung, know the rules: no mentions of you ever. It irks him every single time. Coupled with the fact that Jake had brought up the insult thrown at him not too long ago by you? Yeah, maybe he did have a death wish.
Jake swiftly raises his hands in the air as a sign of surrendering, “Look, I’m just saying. You’re so rigid, your spine doesn’t even curve.” Sunghoon instinctively glances behind his shoulder, then goes to straighten his back. Well, as much as he could.
Regarding him, Jake continues, “You’ve been stressed out of your mind lately, Hoon. And now, you can’t even relax properly.”
The disgruntled boy scoffs, shifting around in his seat briefly, “Oh, fuck off…” It also didn’t help that minor sounds of his back cracking occurred.
“I’m being serious!” Throwing his arms out, Jake tries to emphasize his point by a, ‘just look at you!’ claim of evidence. Sunghoon merely jeers, opposing his statements.
Just as the conversation gained traction, out comes Lee Heeseung from his room, a bowl of finished noodles in hand as he slurps the last remaining ramen. He gets only a couple steps in when he gazes up and stops in his tracks, and with wide eyes, he darts back and forth between the always stressed out Sunghoon and a growing stressed out Jake.
He swallows his food, “What’s going on in here?”
“Oh, Hee! Great, now you can be apart of this, I need backup.” Jake’s eyes scan Heeseung’s body as he travels into the kitchen to wash his dish.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Sunghoon rests two fingers on his forehead and goes in for a message, swearing he’s going to lose his mind soon. The swooshing from the running water causes Jake to shout over it.
“Our mate over here doesn’t believe that he’s lost it. You know, with his terribly designed schedule and all.”
Sliding the digits down his face, Sunghoon could only deadpan towards his roommate, “I’m going to strangle you.”
While looking back behind him, Heeseung is wrist deep into cleaning the bowl. Though, that doesn’t stop him from answering, “Oh, yeah. Sunghoon, you’ve been out of it for weeks, man!”
“Tell me something I don’t know.” Sarcasm oozes from Sunghoon’s statement which only acts as more fuel for the fire Jake has created.
“And that’s the issue,” Jake counters, “You’ve been wound up for so long, it’s starting to impact you even after the fact.”
The faucet promptly gets turned off, him placing the bowl in the nearby drying rack, and soon Heeseung is strolling out of the kitchen and up to Jake. The two stand side by side each other as a small pout forms on Heeseung’s face.
“You haven’t slept in days. I know, cause I’ve heard you up past like 1 AM every single night, groaning about your tests.” It took Heeseung about a couple of days into the week to realize Sunghoon wasn’t just jerking off unusually loud, but instead was producing pained moans from his grueling study hours.
A low grumble bubbles out from Sunghoon, with him throwing harsh dagger eyes towards his roommates, “Is this some sort of impromptu intervention? What the fuck?”
“What? No-”
“Yes.” Jake butts-in before Heeseung had a chance to satiate him, “You know what, actually, yeah it is. As your best friends and amazing roommates-”
Holy god.
“-we can’t just let you work yourself dead. Then, who would help us pay for rent?”
Sunghoon stares blankly at Jake’s stupid puppy dog eyes and stupid half grin. After a quick round of silence, Heeseung then takes the time to chime in.
“On a more….sincere note,” he starts off by accentuating the sincere part, “we really are just worried for you, Hoon. Yeah, you’ve always been pretty stiff in manners, but now that’s like…been amplified.”
Jake uses the crown of his head to point towards Heeseung, signaling his consensus. He then brings his hands to his hips, his face morphing into a pondering pose. As his brain churns, the remaining boys just wait for whatever idea is brewing.
“Oh!” Like a light bulb going off in his head, Jake gets the brightest idea. One, for the record, he just knows will cure whatever academic illness Sunghoon’s been subjected to, “What you need…is a few drinks in you.”
“It’s 2 in the afternoon.” Sunghoon turns his nose upright at whatever proposition that was, only for Jake to come back with a retort.
“No..no, not right now. I mean later tonight.”
It’s after those words Heeseung perks his own head up. Ah, okay. He’s picking up what Jake’s putting down, “Ohhh, right. Jungwon did say he was gonna throw tonight.”
“Exactly, and it’s supposed to be the biggest one yet.” Jake sticks out his tongue wickedly, “You should be able to loosen up there. Cause if anything, Jungwon is gonna make sure you will.”
Sunghoon truly can’t think of any other place he would hate going to more than a party. What kind of shitty idea is that?
“No.”
Jake raises an eyebrow, “No?”
“I have to study-”
“No, you don’t!” He exclaims back at the boy sitting on the couch, “See, it’s like you’re infected. Always worrying about school, always concerned about your grades. Blah. Blah. Doesn’t it get tiring?”
Sunghoon can’t believe what he’s hearing. Of course his dumbass friend couldn’t understand the hard work and care he puts into university, when he’s too busy practically sleeping the day away. Or fucking someone, who knows, really. Hoon opens his mouth and is ready to refute the comment when Heeseung jumps in, stopping any forming sentences.
“Just think of this as a chance for you to actually enjoy yourself. You know, getting out, putting some alcohol into your system, maybe….finding another way to relieve some stress?” His eyebrows shoot upwards with a wiggle, indicating an innuendo. Jake immediately yells in delight.
“Fuck yes!” It’s as if Jake’s figured it all out. No wonder why Sunghoon’s been so cranky, “You need to find some girl and stick your dick in her. You’ve been celibate for too long.”
Sunghoon glares over to the two standing near him. One of them bears a look of plead while the other waits patiently for his answer. He doesn’t get it. His friends know he’d rather drop dead than go to some party. So, why try to convince him? Letting out a ghostly sigh, Sunghoon thinks for a bit.
“What if…that’s by choice?” Sunghoon attempts to counter argue. He brings his forearms down to his knees, resting them there.
Jake could only roll his eyes, “Oh, we know it’s by choice. Too many girls have asked us for your socials and shit.”
“They like the whole unapproachable act you do. Apparently, it’s hot.” Heeseung adds, which means it’s now Sunghoon’s turn to do a dramatic eye roll. There is no act. There is no strategy. That’s just how he is.
“You guys are crazy.” He mumbles with a light shake, though Jake doesn’t falter. Instead, he inches closer towards Sunghoon with another single attempt.
“Listen to us Hoon,” Jake starts again one final time. He is determined to get his friend to see the bigger picture, “You’re finished with your midterms, which we know for fact you killed them. At least do it as a celebration for yourself.”
Heeseung points a finger in Sunghoon’s direction, “And the weekend is coming up. You could use this party as a gateway into your much needed time away from school.”
“Plus, you’ll have us there to make sure you don’t get too bored. And wingman if you want us too.” A wink gets thrown in from Jake, and that finally cracks down Sunghoon’s hard exterior. He lets out a short laugh.
So, maybe there is some plausible truth to what he is hearing. And, if Sunghoon’s being honest, he does feel as if he has accomplished something. Is there really any harm in celebrating? Plus, it’s only for one night and he knows the host, Jungwon; if things get too crazy, he can always just leave.
“Are you considering it?” Heeseung quips, leaning in towards his friend. He truly does believe this will help resolve some of that pent up frustration.
Sunghoon blows out a harsh breath, dropping one arm as the other goes in to scratch the back of his head. He thinks it over one last time. Jesus, is he really about to go to this thing? Giving it some more thought, Sunghoon raises back up and soon flashes a tired smile in the boys’ direction.
“What the hell. Alright, fine.”
His two friends cheer proudly. Finally, an actual chance at winding down and enjoying himself. They’re happy Sunghoon made the right choice, or else he would’ve been holed up in here by himself. Which, it’s already sad enough he does that on the regular, at least now he can have somewhat of a social life. All thanks to them.
“Damn, it’s gonna be so much fun tonight.” Exclaiming, Jake knocks himself into Heeseung with a fat smile.
Heeseung laughs back, “I already know Jungwon’s gonnna be psyched to hear that Hoon’s coming. I think Jay and Sunoo said they’ll show up too. Plus Riki, maybe. Either way, it’ll be great.”
Sunghoon sits up and brushes his palms over his thighs, already feeling a mixture between excitement and nerves, “I hope it is.”
“Don’t sweat it. Jungwon’s parties are always fun. You’ll enjoy it.” Jake reassures him and Heeseung throws in his own attestant, confirming the statement.
As they all finish out their conversation, soft footsteps creak against their hard floors, causing the talking to die down. They all look over to see where the noise came from, only to find a disheveled looking girl with messy hair and an oversized T-shirt standing idly near the hallway.
Sunghoon tilts his head in confusion.
“Jake…I was getting worried,” She begins, rubbing her sleepy eyes, “Come back to bed.”
While Sunghoon and Heeseung exchange a glance with one another, Jake placates the girl with a quick, ‘Be there in a second’, then turns towards the two. He drags a lip into his mouth, which does nothing to stop the devilish smile from taking over.
“Well, duty calls.” And then he’s gone.
Heeseung takes his leave as well, returning back to his room after saying his departure to Sunghoon. Now there’s only him.
Sunghoon rethinks the events of what just happened, and although he feels some wariness beginning to creep inside of him, he also knows the feeling of elation is ever more present. Yeah, he really does see himself as being excited for tonight.
Because truly, what’s the worst that could happen?
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Sunghoon feels as if his mind is on Cloud ni- no, scratch that -Cloud 20 right now.
With a sappy grin, flushed face, and hooded eyes, the boy spends his time hovering in a corner, basking in the warmness that's practically radiating off of him.
In contrast, his eyes scan around the chaotic mess of dancing bodies, crowded groups, and alcohol flowing throughout the living room of some giant ass mansion Jungwon was able to rent out. There’s colored lights bouncing off the walls, and if he didn’t know any better, they were synced with the music blasting all around.
He finds that he can’t exactly pinpoint what’s making him feel so at ease. His muscles are relaxed and not tense as usual. He rests casually against the wall. The cup in his hand had only a few sips remaining, and even that would be gone within the next 5 seconds.
Even though he usually chooses to stay indoors and rest, Sunghoon doesn’t truly understand why or how he actually found enjoyment at something so degenerating as a party-
"Hey!"
As if he's moving in slow motion, Sunghoon twists his head to see where the voice is coming from, his light smile not faltering once. Jake comes into focus, who’s sporting a similar manner as himself right now. He walks up with another red cup in grasp.
"You good, man?" He asks once standing next to Sunghoon.
Eyes glossy, Sunghoon regards his friend before whipping his head forwards to the sea of people. Sighing, he allows his head to fall back gently onto the dry wall, "I feel great. Feel so fucking good right now."
"Holy shit. See," Jake laughs a little too hard into Sunghoon's shoulder, causing both boys to stumble slightly, "Aren't you happy Heeseung and I brought you here tonight? You’re finally relaxing.”
Sunghoon could only chuckle softly at the words. Nothing truer could have been spoken. Right now, he is completely at peace and is tranquil all thanks to his persistent friends.
“So,” Jake starts as he moves to the left of Sunghoon, “Found someone worth exploring yet?”
Sunghoon laughs even more, though he knew nothing funny was really said. He didn’t know why, but everything seems more humorous. He loves it, “No. No, I haven’t been looking.”
Groaning, Jake begins to chastise his friend for acting like such a rookie, “Seriously, come on,” he jabs a finger into his temple, “You need to- to get your head…in the game. Start scoping out the scene.”
“What the fuck, man.” Sunghoon playfully darts his eyes away, the corners of his mouth staying upright.
“No, really. You gotta do it for Little Hoon.”
Sunghoon shoves Jake’s arm with a guffaw. What is he even saying right now? The two of them continue laughing and talking, the the topic of ‘Little Hoon’ becoming the forefront of their conversation, when a loud whoop followed by cheers interrupt them.
Entering through a doorway with a silver platter in hand, Heeseung emerges from god knows where, wearing a nearly identical expression to his two buddies. Even with people shouting and yelling at him, he stalks right up to them standing near the wall, and it’s at that moment Sunghoon notices the tray holding six more shots.
“It’s time, guys.” Heeseung parks right in front of them, now blocking Sunghoon’s view of the chaos. He lowers the platter so it’s waist level with everyone, “Rouuunnd three. You know the drill, Hoon.”
Since this is Heeseung’s third time bringing out the tray, of course Sunghoon knows what to do. The first time there were only three shots, second time a merely two- Heeseung had already taken his, and now this is supposed to be the final punch.
Sunghoon reaches down and picks up one of the plastic shot cups, then brings the rim to his eyes, “I think…I should’ve asked earlier. But, what’s in here?”
For a moment there’s silence. Then, instead of answering, Heeseung simply shushes at the curious boy while Jake helps guide Sunghoon’s arm down to his mouth. Once there, he grabs at a mini cup and so does Heeseung.
“Don’t ask. Just drink.” Jake directs, and it’s only then Sunghoon notices just how much thicker his accent gets when he’s inebriated.
“Here we go!” Heeseung leads first with him throwing his head back, and shortly everyone followed suit.
The first of the two shots slide down Sunghoon’s throat with no problem, but he’s still not used to the burning that arises with the liquid. After drinking the last remains in his cup, he goes back in for the final shot, in which the three of them take simultaneously.
“Oh, god.” Jake grimaces from the taste and shakes his head.
“Fuck, those hit me. Yep, I’m feeling those now.” Heeseung shuts his eyes reactively then quickly opens them, letting out a small huff.
Sunghoon feels the alcohol course down his pipe and land right in his chest. It leaves him with a tingly feeling that doesn’t leave him right away. And then, he’s coughing. Oh, wow. That one must’ve went down the wrong way.
“Whew. Alright,” Jake claps his hands together, and with a rub, he glances back and forth between his friends, “Now that we’ve gotten Sunghoon really loosened up, let’s see what’s around.”
Heeseung cheers and does a side step, the three of them now lined up against the wall.
Sunghoon takes a deep breath, yet even that simple task makes him feel strange, “If I’m- being honest. I don’t even know what I’m looking for…” Sunghoon half-shrugs while his eyelids slowly drop then widens.
Heeseung cranes his neck upwards, essentially dismissing the comment. He attempts to see over the crowd in front of him, then instantly, something catches his eye, “Oh, there’s Park Jia,” he peers back slightly towards his friend, “If you’re wanting a screamer, she’s your match.”
Both Sunghoon and Jake try to follow Heeseung’s eyeline, then quickly spot a girl downing a cup near the beer pong table.
Jake scrunches his nose, “Dude, she has a boyfriend. Of like…3 years.”
Sunghoon glances back over to Heeseung, to which he dryly chuckles, “Not my fault if she came on to me. Suho should have a better grip on her.”
“Fair.” Jake nods then scans his head once more, “How about Lee Chennie? Apparently you can make her wet in seconds, she’s that desperate.”
“But she also does those high-pitched fake porn moans. It’s so annoying whenever you’re trying to fuck her.” Heeseung sneers, obviously not a fan, “How do you feel about Kang Minhee, Hoon?”
“What about Kim Gyuri?”
“Kim Haeyun?”
“Oh, shit. She does give great head.”
“I know.”
As his friends continue to explain previous flings, ex-hookups, and horror stories, Sunghoon’s finding it rather hard to keep up. Just from their recaps, apparently they’ve gotten with nearly every single girl within a 10 meter radius, with each girl having their own unique experience. ‘This girl can do this’, ‘this girl can do that’, ’this girl has a trick with her tongue…’ Sunghoon feels his head is gonna explode with all of this new information. Instead of narrowing down his options, he feels his horizon has expanded. Now, how is he supposed to choose?
“Look, I really don’t have a preference,” He waves a hand around to try and calm the boys down. His own head is getting jumbled from listening to them, “I’ll just see if there’s anyone worth pursui….”
His eyes are trained forward as he kept speaking. He watches the crowd begin to disperse in front of him. People made their way from out of the living room, clearing up space in the once packed area. And it’s only then, when the living room is now much more barren and empty, in which he finds a sight that captivated him, causing him to trail away from his speech.
And not in a good way.
You.
Straight across from him, there you are. You’re passionately dancing with a couple of surrounding girls, a cup waving alongside in the air. You look ecstatic. A bright grin is etched onto your face, body moving along to the thumping beat. While Jake and Heeseung start up talking his ear off again, Sunghoon zeros in on your presence.
What the fuck are you doing here?
He eyes you down. You’re grinding against nothing like a fucking dog in heat, then do a quick twirl. Unintentionally, the movement causes Sunghoon to briefly drop his gaze down to your backside that sways in circles. The dress plastered onto you is short, tight, and black, so it leaves little room to the imagination. His lips quiver from disapproval. Of course you’re going around parading yourself like this. What a whore.
While working his vision back up, a loud giggle floats across the room and stabs him in his ears, courtesy of you. Instinctively, his eye twitches from the sound. It sends him back to the bittersweet laugh you had given him days prior, when you were insulting him. Murmuring behind his chair in class, calling him every name in the goddamn book, ‘an arrogant prick’, ‘a hallowed-out machine’, and other rude things. It ticked him off to no end.
Just like that, he feels his chest begin to burn once more, and this time it’s not from the alcohol. It’s the swirling anger that starts from his inside and radiates outward. Sunghoon tilts his head to the side, squinting his eyes to further look at you.
How is that you always manage to get underneath his skin? One glance in your direction and he’s already losing all rationality. You’ve always had a way of doing this to him, and he absolutely despises you for this fact.
He keeps his sight on you, now feeling his chest heave up and down. Even as the two girls you were fooling around with begin exiting to somewhere else, you keep on dancing; not a care to your name. You’re by yourself now, yet the only drive that’s keeping you in motion is the rhythm that’s blaring aloud.
Jake and Heeseung are still conversing with him, even as they keep recalling more and more girls that walk on by, a few of the girls sending flirty looks their way. Once Heeseung flirts actively back with one of them, only then did Sunghoon snap out of whatever minor trance you had him in.
Right. He should be focusing on relaxing. He should be picking out the girl that he’s going to take upstairs and fuck nice and hard tonight. He deserves at least that. He should be thinking about those kinds of things, and certainly not you. Because when it comes to you, there’s nothing to even consider besides your bratty ass attitude.
Even when trying to distract himself with his friends and their continuous talking, Sunghoon is certainly not fleeting his gaze over towards you every so often, catching glimpses of your winding curves. He knows for a fact that he shouldn’t be staring at your dress which is constantly riding up, almost as if it’s teasing him. Or….inviting him? Fuck, what the hell is he thinking right now?
He shakes his head and rips his gaze away from you, suppressing whatever feeling was creeping up inside him. This is dangerous. He’s becoming too aware of your presence.
That much is evident when he catches himself peering over to your body once more. He follows your hips down to the floor before seductively rising again, and a pang quickly surges throughout his core.
He needs to stop this now. His senses are becoming jumbled, from ideas of hooking up with a girl to you intercepting his attention. It's all leaving him a mess right now. Yet, he finds himself addicted to the risk. Inhaling deeply, he fixes his gaze back on you. This time it's permanent.
He recognizes the fact that his mind is not right. Sunghoon knows this. So why does he find himself shifting against the wall, itching to go over towards you. Why? He has no fucking clue. It has to be the alcohol coercing through him, otherwise in a sober state he’d conclude you as nothing more than a thorn in his side. But, he’s not sober. And his head, which is now flowing with thoughts that just can’t be his, is making him consider going up to you.
His brain feels hazy. Not so much scattered, but full. Full of those unwanted thoughts he would otherwise typically suppress. The kind that normally repulses Sunghoon on a daily basis, but for some reason is invading his head tonight and not wanting to leave. It’s becoming unbearable.
He doesn’t know what comes over. His legs just start moving. Even as he peels from the wall and amble forward, he really isn’t sure what’s happening. His friends shout at him, perplexed about his actions, but he’s direct in where he’s going. With one foot in front of his next, he’s running on autopilot.
It doesn’t make sense why he’s doing this. He’s certain, that with every fiber of his being, he would never allow himself to do something so horrendous had the circumstance been different. Unfortunately, this isn’t any usual scenario.
Soon, he’s standing right in front of you. Sunghoon just regards your carefree stature with glazed eyes and a burning heart, waiting.
You don’t notice your absolute enemy standing mere inches from you. Your eyes are closed as you continue grooving and flowing, the bass hitting your sternum just right. It’s not until you make a full circle, bringing your head up and around, in which you finally crack them open- revealing a scolding Sunghoon now in your vision.
You immediately recoil at the sight, shrieking from being startled, “Oh- what the fuck, Sunghoon?”
He stares at you with flared nostrils, his gaze boring down harshly into yours, “What are you doing here?”
“Huh?” You start to scowl, “What am I…? What are you doing here?”
“Oh.” Sunghoon tries to focus his blurred eyes on your expression; wide, yet confused, “Is me being here really that surprising?”
When going to refute that, you lose your balance momentarily, though you try hiding it with a quick dance move. Regaining yourself, you look back up to him. Your puzzled face has now been replaced with a snarl, “Yeah, actually it is. A hallowed-out machine with nothing better to do with his life….is actually attending a party?” You drop your face mockingly, “Who would’ve thunk it?”
Anger builds up inside of Sunghoon, proven by his eyebrows furrowing in discontentment, “Really? You’re really gonna…gonna act like this? Hasn’t even been a minute of us talking and you’re already being bitchy.”
You simply shrug your shoulders while you keep on dancing, your legs moving about. If he thought he could ruin your good time, oh, he’d be so wrong.
Spinning around, you let a few seconds pass before deciding to addres him, “Did you come alone ‘cause no one else wanted to be around you? Is that why you’re desperate for company?”
He laughs dryly, though his hard expression says otherwise. In all honesty, he isn’t completely sure why he came over here either. Was it the adrenaline rush? The fuzziness of his brain? His brewing thoughts? It wasn’t clear. One thing for sure, he would never reveal that to you.
Rather, he tightens his face as you keep gyrating in circles, “Just like how you’re desperate for attention? You were in my eyesight, and I saw you practically humping the air- thank you for that.”
A disgruntled huff trickles from your mouth. What a fucking scrooge, “Now you’re watching me? Like a fucking creep?”
“I’m sure you wanted the attention,” He makes it obvious he’s referring to your outfit, with the way his eyes casts a disgusted look downwards. He hates how it outlines each and every curve of yours, and pours out your breasts, “Which, now that I think about, doesn’t surprise me. You’ve always had to seek it out somehow.”
Despite your easy going attitude, you find Sunghoon’s words are starting to penetrate you. He always does this. Inputting his beliefs onto you, degrading you. He loves causing unnecessary problems. All. The. Time. God, you can’t stand him. You glower angrily towards the irritating boy, this time putting a halt to your dancing, “What is your problem?”
Sunghoon shifts his weight onto his other foot, crossing his arms. The action causes his muscles to bulge outwards against his short sleeves. Watching that annoyed you, so you peer eyes up. His dark hair is parted and styled, in his usual classic manner. The straight-faced expression he wears perfectly captures his stoic personality, even if his dumb, flawless features help to sculpt his perfect face. Ugh, he just irks you so bad.
“My problem?” He mulls the question over, an eyebrow slightly raising, “To be honest, everything you do pisses me off. It’s hard to pick just one.”
Holy- You think you’re going to kill him.
Abruptly, you spin on your heels- which give you an extra inch of height, and begin staggering your way towards the staircase, “I’m done.”
Sunghoon’s face contorts unpleasantly. His brain short-circuits, and for a second he doesn’t register you leaving, until he’s shaking his head to get his vision clear once again, “Where the hell are you going?”
“Away from you.” You yell over your shoulder. Having made it to the staircase, you grip the railing and start ascending upwards.
“No- no….” Sunghoon’s bunched-in face is ever more present, and this time he takes a step closer to you, “No, I’m not done with you.”
“How about you just take it up the ass.”
“Excuse me?”
You didn’t care if there was no correlation between your statement and his. Instead, you’re too concerned about having to will yourself up each and every stair, “You heard me,” you mumble the next part, “Such a fucking cunt.”
Sunghoon’s absolutely confused, because what? Even as he reels in from the shocking phrase, that doesn’t stop him from leisurely trailing you to the staircase. He still has more to say to you.
“You’re so-”
“-so what?” Cutting him off, you have a bite to your tone. You continue to work your way up the steps, and find it bothersome that you sense his presence lurking directly behind you.
Each time his mouth opens you just want to throw your hands around his throat and strangle him. However, even in your state, you knew unfortunately that wouldn’t go well at a party. Strangling someone and all…
“So fucking annoying. Seriously. I don’t know how anyone can like you.” He jeers. With him following close behind him, he has to stop himself from fully taking in the view of your round ass intruding his space. Oh, fuck him.
“Are you kidding me? I don’t know how anyone can like you.” The two of you reach the top of the staircase and fall into silence afterwards. You dart out a hand to glide against the wall, mainly using it as an aid to maneuver your way down the hall.
He follows your path through the tight area, dodging passerbyers along the way. For the most part, this floor seems to be much more secluded than downstairs. Hardly anyone resides up here. Which also means that once you both reach a bathroom at the far end of the hall- apparently that was the destination all along, you yelp in joy when realizing there would be no line.
As you scurry in, you brush a palm against the door frame then swing around to face Sunghoon who’s coming to a stop, “I’m gonna pee now. So, you can take your….entitled, arrogant, annoying ass somewhere else.”
Those words send him into a spiral. When you go to shut the door close, he’s swiftly throwing it back open, his head jutting out in perplexity, “What was that?”
You waste no time repeating yourself, “You’re an entitled, arrogant ass. That’s also dumb,” you attempt to push harder on the door, “You have a stupid, dumb face.”
“What the…you think you can just say that and leave? Are you trying to piss me off?” He doesn’t let up on the door, and so you quickly give up.
Aimlessly, you make your way over to the toilet, though you don’t sit down immediately. You’re too busy staring down Sunghoon, who’s now worked his way into the bathroom and promptly shuts the door, and locks it.
“You're not so perfect yourself, Y/N,” Sporadically, he gazes all over your body, irritation and something else seeping from within him, “You whine and complain and start problems. You've always had since high school.”
“Oh.” Mentioning the past was not a good idea. Your eyes go large as you now stare intensely at him, taking one step forward, “You wanna bring up high school? Hmm? You wanna? Fine. Let's talk about just how shitty of a person you became.”
“Here we go, again.” Sunghoon rolls his eyes into the back of his head, “That’s what you always say.”
“Because it’s true!” You throw a hand in his direction for emphasis, then without hesitation you plop down on top of the closed toilet lid, “You became friends with those two fucking idiots, and ended up as one yourself.”
Your words simmer aloud before a light chuckles leaves Sunghoon. He shuffles and places his back onto the bathroom door, while crossing his arms yet again, “That’s rich."
You narrow your eyes in his direction, "What?"
"I find it funny you think you have any room to call someone an idiot."
That takes you aback, “What?”
He tilts his head mockingly, "Did you think I forgot? How you almost flunked out our third year because your grades were so low?"
Oh, screw him. Actually, screw him. How could he bring that up? One of the worst periods of your life. Your college career was at stake and he just casually drops that as if it were nothing? Fuck, he's such a cunt.
You don't reply to him, obvious that this struck a nerve so deep. Even Sunghoon is surprised to hear you shut up for once. A chilling silence overtakes the air as you continue to sit on the toilet, sinking in your detest.
Your leg begins to bounce and instinctively, you drag your puffy lip into your mouth, gnawing gently as you begin thinking. Thinking about how to retaliate. You're lost in thought when a past memory brims to the surface of your head.
This time, you're the one to do the short laugh, "Our third year...right. Just like how Na Sohee started that rumor about you being the worst lay she's ever had," you pull your attention over towards his stance, a more apprehensive attitude overtaking him, "Yeah. When she said you were sloppy and gross. That you repulsed her.” you practically spit those words back at him, then finish off your statement, “Which for the record, I never thought of it as a rumor. I'm sure you are shitty in bed, too."
Now that cuts deeply for Sunghoon, evident by the quick inhale he does and his chest raising high. Yeah, he wasn't expecting you to say that. Sohee knew she was wrong for spreading that about him, after he didn’t want to sleep with her. It was disgusting for her to even say such a thing. And there you are, smirking back at him as his jaw clenches.
He’s quiet for a second, then uncomfortably clears his throat, “…..whatever.”
Yeah. That’s what you fucking thought. You eye Sunghoon down menacingly while he becomes visibly twitchy in how he’s constantly moving around. It makes you glad to have made him so scattered, “Yeah, embarrassing isn’t it? Having your past throw in your face…”
He waits a beat before speaking up. Sunghoon’s not blind. He gets why’re saying this. He started the conversation, meaning he can’t necessarily fault you for bringing…that up. However, he feels his pride is getting the best of him. To which, he darts his eyes away and mutters, “Alright. I hear you.”
“Sooo fucking embarrassing. Oh, are your ears turning red, Sunghoon?” You lean your torso in further to tease him, though judging by the plain look he sports, he was clearly not amused by your joke.
“Very funny,” in a deadpan tone he blinks back at you, “You can cut it out now.”
But, you don’t. No, you decide to keep going. Because if there is one thing about you, once the topic of Park Sunghoon gets brought up, you can speak on it for hours. You bring up how the rumor must’ve made him feel so insecure about himself, and how his ego definitely took damages from hearing it. You mention how he probably hasn’t gotten fucked since then, because of how much of a fucking loser he is. Poor Sunghoon.
With each passing second, and each passing insult being hurled in his direction, Sunghoon feels himself dwindling down in composure. He’s already said all of the different variations of ‘You’re right’ without actually saying those surrendering words: ‘Okay, I get it’, ‘Yeah, got it’, ‘Okay’, ‘Yeah’.
And yet, you still ramble on. Like the floodgates are open and nothing’s being done to stop it. You dish out harsher words, “No one is going to ever-”
“Y/N. Just stop talking.” His voice is raised and even slightly reverberates between the walls of the bathroom. He casts a look and regards you with bewilderment. Whatever else that was about to leave your mouth immediately stops after his interruption.
You twist your body even more, so you’re holding eye contact; your knees slightly opening and closing because for some reason you can’t seem to sit still. While you think of a retort to say back, your vision goes away from Sunghoon and focuses on the nearby details. In doing so, you miss the begrudging glance down Sunghoon gives your thighs. He spots a brief glimpse of something white alongside it.
And then, he’s retreating his gaze. He’s not going to allow himself to get distracted. Especially from you. His mind was just cleared. Yes, it took a while for those previous thoughts to fade out, but he was finally escaping them. It would be catastrophic if he permitted himself to start thinking like that once again. To view you as anything more.
You become more vocal about your animosity, which then breaks his internal thinking, “Such a fucking loser. I can’t believe someone like you could even think you had a chance with Na Sohee. With your shit personality? Who the fuck do you think you are?”
In a matter of milliseconds, Sunghoon is back to fuming. Fuck, you just never know when to shut up, “I’m telling you. Seriously, stop it.”
The hotness in his chest is slowly consuming him, and you are doing absolutely nothing to ease him.
Instead, you simply fuel his anger. You put on a fake pout as the movements from your legs gradually widen. You even feel your dress start to hike up a bit, though not a single part of you had an ounce of care, “What? You’re gonna cry? Whiny baby gonna cry? Give me a break. You’re pathetic, truly. A pathetic piece of shit who’s gonna live a shitty life because you’re just too obsessed with yourself to be an actual, functioning person. Good riddance.”
Something snaps within Sunghoon that instantly makes his eyes go dark. You’ve done it. He told you to stop. He told you. The audacity you must have to blatantly disregard and talk down on him, makes him sick. Sunghoon gave you chances to stop. You didn’t. So, can he really be blamed for what’s about happen?
Similar to earlier, he doesn’t know what comes over him. His mouth moves before even a thought registers in his mind. With his eyes narrowing in vexation, and jawline prominent, Sunghoon erects himself from resting on the door. He’s now at his full height when he says the low, simple words, “Come here.”
You didn’t understand the threat that’s laced within the warning, so unbeknownst to you, you shoot up like a rocket taking off, “Gladly.”
There isn’t much room for you to go, but you do in fact make the quick trek to stand right in front of Sunghoon, whom of which harbors a dark and still expression. Even when you challenge him in stance, you glaring upwards to meet his eyes while he stares you down, you feel nothing. You’re not scared.
“What the fuck do you want?” You mutter through your teeth. Though, he heard you perfectly clear.
“What I want….” His wild eyes dart back and forth between your gaze, making sure you were really present for what he was about to say, “Is to put my hand around your throat, and make you shut the actual fuck up.”
And your heart drops.
You register his words- his threat. Scanning his face, you become aware of your heavy breathing because now, your heart is beating ten times faster. He stares at you right back. Coldly. Not a moment of regret is present in his eyes. He meant what he said.
What’s worse? You know that. Sunghoon’s not one to bluff, so you understand the words thrown at you were nothing short of the truth. Your heart begins to beat in your ears, with the acceleration almost deafening you. Yet, for some reason, you want to call him out.
You remain silent as you take one step closer to the fuming boy, scoffing. You don’t break eye contact, not once, not even as the pit of your stomach churns deliciously at his statement. It’s sadistic, how you already know the consequence to your upcoming response. But, that doesn’t stop you from going, in barely a whisper, “Then. Do it.”
Sunghoon’s unmoving, at least initially he was. Then, in a quick turn around, his hand goes flying in the air and grips onto your neck. Five fingers, all squeezing your skin. You immediately seize your breathing and your mouth falls agape, labored breaths tumbling from your open hole.
Sunghoon watches carefully your expression, and with all of his pent up thoughts, pent up feelings, pent up stress, all of it comes spilling out this moment, not another second was wasted, and soon he’s taking your lips within his.
A kiss is what you two share, if you can even call it that. His mouth envelopes your own, but there is no tenderness. No passion. You close your eyes, and follow down the rough path he started, the kiss increasingly becoming messier and sloppier.
Even with his hand around your pretty throat, you both continue kissing, the hatred and loathing seeping out from either ends consuming you two. There are no other thoughts. None of how wrong this is. Internally, you both sense the stirring feeling of regret, however, externally- lust and desire overrides it.
Until a brick of clarity hits.
Almost as if you two simultaneously awaken, you’re breaking away from one another. Sunghoon backpedals closer to the door and you and throw yourself towards the other end of the bathroom. You’re panting and so is he.
“What the fuck was that?” You grit, eyes scattering about. Did you seriously just make out with Park Sunghoon?
Sunghoon stays quiet as he tries to gather his own thoughts. Why did he just do that?
“You came in here to ambush me, didn’t you?” Throwing out an accusation, you find the kiss messed with your head more than you realized. It leaves you dizzy, disoriented, when you try to walk forward, you trip just slightly over your own feet.
He merely grunts, running a hand through his thick hair as a distraction, “Don’t flatter yourself, Y/N. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“Yeah, clearly…” You try to regain your senses, putting one foot in front of the other, when you lose your balance once more and fall into the sink. A few items resting on the counter fly off, and you instantly sigh as Sunghoon scoffs lightly, saying, ‘Great job.’
You tell him to, ‘Fuck off’, then swiftly drop to your knees. The objects are all haphazardly placed around the floor, and so while reaching to obtain them, back arching in the process, your dress begins to raise. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Sunghoon.
His attention gets drawn to those same cotton white underwear he saw earlier this night. This time, they’re cheekily cutting into the lower fat of your ass, and another surge courses throughout him. Dammit. He’s averting his gaze, yet again. Each and every time, you rile him up. How? He’s already lost his mind when he went in to kiss you, how can he trust his thoughts to not progress things further?
Before he knows it, you’re rising to your feet and placing the items back on top of the counter, just as they were. You’re mumbling quietly to yourself during the duration, but Sunghoon could pick out snippets of your words: can’t believe, how did, fucking idiot. He almost wants to tell you to learn how to mutter better, though he knew you were doing it on purpose. You just love pissing him off.
You flip around towards him and in that moment he sees part of your lip tint is smeared off to the side; and for you, you realize part of his lips has been dyed a shade darker. At the recognition, you two glance off to opposite sides of the room. Stillness engulfs the air, until eventually you speak up.
“I can’t believe you did that.” Your voice is hushed, and this time when dragging your bottom lip in- you almost recoil from how your body throbs pleasantly at the taste. The taste of Sunghoon’s spit coats your skin.
“Well, it was an accident. So, calm down.” He throws his head against the door frame, still reeling in from his actions. Even though his mouth claims one thing, his fuzzy head somewhat misses the close interaction. And for some reason, Sunghoon doesn’t mind this fact.
You still can’t help but shudder from disbelief, “You’re fucking crazy.”
“Thank you.” He accompanies the sarcasm with a half-assed eye roll. He’s really not in the mood to hear you whine or complain.
“For real,” You slowly turn to face him, “You’re insane. And drunk.”
He raises an eyebrow tiredly, now looking at you through his eyelids, “So are you.”
“That’s not the point.” You don’t really know what the point is, just not that.
“Oh, really?” He stares at you with hooded eyes as those same thoughts from earlier slowly begin to enter his mind again. The longer he keeps looking at your unkempt stature, the more he finds that same itch fixing to be scratched. By you, “Then what is it? Hmm?”
There’s a change to how he’s looking at you, no, staring at you. It’s not the same as earlier, which was lustful yet hateful. Now, you think you only see one of them. You switch your eyesight to something else, hating the warm feeling that was arising in your pit, “The point is. I would never kiss you sober. Never.”
He’s quick to add on to that, “And I would never kiss you sober.”
“Good.” You say final. Despite whatever longing your body does for Sunghoon, you allow yourself to suppress those growing emotions. It was dangerous territory anyways. Why are you even in the bathroom still? Your urge to pee has been gone for some time now, and really the close proximity is making you enact on otherwise bottled up-
A ragged sigh flows from Sunghoon’s mouth, his skin tingling from a desperation that just has to be curated. Now that he’s gotten a little bit from you, he’s needy for the full thing. He’s needing you.
“Come back here.”
Without thinking, you turn to his wispy tone and immediately the two of you lock eyes. He’s waiting for you to do as he says, him standing still with a resting gaze. The intense contact has your stomach in knots, and you feel your legs shifting in suspense.
“Hey,” you watch his tainted mouth form the sentence, and unhurriedly he does a once over at your uneven dress. He then rakes his eyes back up to your face, and tilting his head down just the slightest bit, he lets out the faintest groan, “I said come back.”
Without thinking, movement starts up in your legs as you feel yourself walk over to him. The closer you get to him, though, the faster you notice your pace increases, until you ram straight into his body and capture his mouth inside of yours. The heat and intensity all comes rushing back to you, to you both, and you hate how good this feels.
As if you two had never parted from one another, the kiss transforms quickly back into the one from earlier, the same insatiable make-out. No longer a kiss, it’s a grueling act of roughness that has you melting. You’re moving your heads in a rhythm, tilting and parting when necessary. You get into a pattern of closing in on his lips before sucking gently on his lower one, opening your lips more, then repeating. When a low buzz passes through his mouth, happy with your treatment, you want to moan right back. You think you even felt it shoot straight down to your pussy.
Sunghoon takes a few steps forward, now moving away from the door. While still entangled in you, he begins walking you back until your ass hits the adjacent wall. When he slips his tongue slightly into your mouth, the action causes you to mewl accordingly. He’s kissing you with hunger, delving deeper and deeper into your whiny mouth, as more faint groans erupt from him. His body leans harshly into yours, and his pelvis pushes even harder against your own.
You relax onto the wall and feel his weight sink down on top of you, his heavy kissing making you addicted. You feel some growth develop below you, and soon a large bulge is pressing against your naked thigh. You’re so turned on by the feeling, the fact that you got him to this point, that even you could sense the slickness from your cunt beginning to coat your fabric.
Then, he’s tearing himself away from your lips, and immediately dives down for your neck. His mouth nips and bites at your skin, quickly finding a sole spot to focus on and delivers stimulation there. You lean your head to side and give him access to the area, your face grimacing from the pleasure. You go to moan from it, when he thrusts his clothed erection against your hips. He just couldn’t help himself, his cock is throbbing so fucking bad right now.
Your hands, which were messily laced throughout his hair, leisurely begin to work their way down. The two of you move in sync, as he’s nearly humping through the wall, and your hands travel all around Sunghoon. Tiny whimpers escape your throat from and every thrust, while his sucking provides the gratification you’ve been needing all night. You feel his tongue lap at your throat, but when his mouth encloses on itself, resulting in a bite, you scream out, “Ah- shit!”
Instantly, you grip his shoulders for support, him continuing to rut rather harshly into your lower half, while his teeth grab at your throat, essentially marking you up. He rotates his head until he’s near your sternum, kissing and licking at that area. You bite your lip when an ungodly whine nearly leaves you.
You’re breathing heavy as increasingly you become lost in the sensation overtaking you. Sunghoon’s worked his way down to your breasts, sucking only the top of both. He leaves dark marks strung about as he switches back and forth between the equally soft tissues. He stuffs his mouth full, basically coating your flesh in a immense amount of wetness.
When he lifts his head up for a brief second, first to make split eye contact with you, then he’s quick to raise up his hands up and yank down that little ass dress which hardly covered your tits.
Now with easier access, the moment he takes one of your flesh within his damp mouth, you gasps sharply, “Nrgh- my god. Sunghoon, fuck, that feels good.”
He doesn’t respond, though you feel his smile against your skin. Swirling and licking all over your nipple, he knows you’re feeling good. He senses it in the way you’re squirming underneath him, hands gripping his backside. He’s becoming increasingly aware of how much this is affecting you, your shaking body has proven that for him.
He pops over to your other breast, sucking fast and harsh for this one. Your hips begin to wiggle, the euphoria starting to become too much. Fuck, how did he make you so aroused in a matter of minutes? You continue to move about from his licking, when suddenly he pulls away. Removing himself from your supple mound, though staying eye level with it, he holds his lips mere inches away from the spot of pleasure.
He only peers up to look at you through his eyelashes, “Are you going to let me fuck you? I have to know what you feel like. Need to know what you feel like.”
You spew out a mewl from his words and feel yourself clench around nothing. Just him saying that makes your body weak. When going to answer him, a blatant, 'yes', so close from toppling out, you don’t realize a sneaky finger creeping its way underwear you dress, and pushing your underwear ever so gently to the side.
With your mouth already opened, a loud groan unintentionally bellows out from your gut, all in response to Sunghoon now circling your soaked clit. His eyes still remain on you, a whine abruptly follows after your groan.
“So, are you? You’re going to let me fuck you, right?” He asks yet again. The ripples of pleasure send you into a frenzy, your hips chasing alongside his digit. His adds a second finger to his stimulation, rubbing largely around your active bud, and you feel your eyelids fluttering open and shut.
You rest your head against the wall, a low grunt emitting from you, “Fuck..fuck you. You know-” before you can speak, he presses his digits into your thick skin, causing your eyes to shut tightly and pussy to contract, “Ah! You know I’m going to say yes.”
He keeps his hand right in the spot that produces the most pleasure for you, your body now shaking from the arousal. Oh, fuck. You’ve never been turned on so quickly before- and have been this close to cumming. He’s barely touched you, and you already feel the knot in your stomach beginning to loosen.
“Yeah?” he gives your cunt a rapid shake, wiggling the pads of his fingertips back and forth at speed that must be criminal to your already sensitive clit. Then, as you're seconds away from having your fastest orgasm, he alleviates you from the torture, “Okay, let’s go.” Unplunging his fingers, he removes his hand from under your dress.
“Wha….?” Shaking your head along the wall, you’re too much in a daze to even recognize what’s happening.
One second your drowning in ecstasy, when the next, Sunghoon’s guiding you over to the bathroom sink. He pulls you in front of him, then before you can think, he proceeds to bend you over the counter, your back flattening and ass spreading.
“Good, girl,” he murmurs more to himself, absolutely loving how easy it was to put you in this position. He knew deep down this is what your slutty ass would like. Who is he to stop you from having it? “Gonna fuck you nice and hard from right here. That okay?”
You go to say something, your head slowly lifting up, yet a hand just shoves your face down against the flat surface. It's horrible that you let out a whimper in response.
He wastes no time lifting your dress the rest of the way up- it had already failed to cover half of your ass, and with his free hand he trails your plush skin, preparing himself for when he wrecks you.
The light feel gives your cheek quickly turns into a harsh slap. Your skin jiggles from the impact and you scream as a reply. Sunghoon forces himself to stop a moan from slipping out, “Fuck, I already know you’re gonna take me so well.”
He does the action once more, with you moaning aloud once again, and then he’s ready. He’s practically already pantsless, from how fast he was able to pull them off. His rock, hard cock springs out proudly as Sunghoon relishes in the freedom, finally out of restraints. He’s been untouched for too long, and so he knew he needed you bad.
“Can already feel my cock pulsing, Y/N,” little clear beads bud out from the tip of his cock, just from looking at your sexy ass. He stroking his foreskin while hitting his lip. “You’re lucky I didn’t….”
He has to rethink what he was about to say. He was about to say, ‘Cum all over you’, though, he had plans for that later on. Don’t worry, you’ll see soon.
Aligning his hard-on with your entrance, and without sparing another minute, Sunghoon inserts himself straight and far into your pussy. The moment contact was made, the two of you move forwards slightly, with your head nearly hitting the wall. His cock is lodged so deep inside of you, you swear wholeheartedly, that he’s in your stomach.
“Oh, fuck!” Your eyes go white from the feeling. With him smushing your face hard against the counter, you were left practically immobilized when goes in for another thrust. And then another. And then another.
His hips soon fell into a rocking motion, and Sunghoon has to clench his ass from almost cumming inside of you the moment he sank himself into your forgiving hole, "Holy, fuck."
You feel yourself moving along with him, and your forehead scrunches from the indulgence, your face constantly changing and morphing the faster he pumps in and out of you. Your moans become choppy, disorganized, from the quick movements, “Ah- ah- oh, god…Sung…”
As your eyelids are squeezing shut, then popping wide open when a particularly sharp buck causes you to, you begin to realize that not once did he allow you time to adjust to his length. Just from the feeling, however, you already know that he’s big; but frankly, you did not care.
No, because immediately, you’re already succumbing to the growingly fast pace he’s only offered you. The kind that has you bouncing right back against him. And it feels so, so good.
He holds true to what he said earlier; he’s really is fucking you nice and hard. He's giving you everything you would want in a hook up session. And, you hate him for this. The fact that he felt he could just have free rein over your body. The way he didn’t even let you talk unless it’s to praise him. The fact that this is Park Sunghoon, completely drilling into your leaking backside with no remorse. All of it pisses you off so much.
But, you hate that you're also loving it so much. You love the sensation that builds within your core, and how it grows more and noticeable the quicker he thrusts. The more he keeps pounding into you, the more you feel the sensation change into utter bliss. The kind of pleasure that is going to have you finishing in merely seconds.
“Fu-uck, so fucking good,” He clenches his teeth while raising his head high, his hips continuing to buck deep inside of you, “So fucking good. Yeah, take me like the good brat you are.”
Sunghoon could get lost in this feeling forever. How you velvet walls wrap tightly, perfectly, around his throbbing, bulging cock. You squeeze out just the right amount of pressure that's making him see starts. It pleases him in a way he thinks he wouldn't be able to get anywhere else; from anyone else. Even if you irritate him to no fucking end, he’s always known you're good for something, something magnificent.
“Oh, fuck me,” His body contorts in half, folding in a similar manner to yours. His mouth hangs near you ear as he lets out a low buzzing moan, which falls delicately into your brain. “Oh. S-shit. You’re gonna let me cum inside you too, right? Right?”
He hammers his dick in and out of you, and soon, you find that he’s hitting your pleasure point. Now, it's game over. You begin more rounds of shrieking, mewing, crying; all because Sunghoon somehow found exactly what ruins you. You'll be done in no time.
You whine, “Stupid. Stupid- fucking... I hate you. Hate you so-”
“Answer,” he’s now wrapping his arms around your torso, his hips slamming harshly into your flesh. You better answer soon, or else he’s going to make the decision for you.
A sob bubbles out from your lips, though not a single tear flowed. You were so consumed in your rapture, it made you nearly wail.
“F-Fine! Fine, cum inside me, Sunghoon. Please, please-” a guttural moan gets in the way of you finishing and soon you grow limp. Little moans replace whatever it was you were going to say, and you wait for your orgasm to take over at any point.
You’re so aroused, you can’t even think straight.
Sunghoon’s heard enough. Oh, he’s heard plenty, actually. The moment he heard the slightest bit of confirmation, he relaxed himself into your body with the full intentions of you filling you to the brim with his sticky, thick load.
He’s already unclenched his ass and is just waiting for him cum to shoot out of him, which happens the moment he knicks the special spot that has his cock twitching and releasing hot fluids within your walls.
“Ohh, shit,” he grabs ahold of your hips and forces you close to him, as his dick spills out basically ounces of his semen all inside your pussy. He creams inside of you.
Your eyelids vibrate for the last time, "I'm- c-cumming..."
At the feeling of his orgasm, you quickly experience your own. Your eyes roll back. Your body becomes a trembling mess. Your cunt pulses so much that it’s milking Sunghoon dry, causing his overstimulated dick to shoot out spurts of remaining liquid.
“Fuck, Y/N, fuck.” Sunghoon’s hips stutter as he slows his thrusts down. You’re babbling you’re own incoherent sayings, still experiencing the after shakes of your explosive pop.
Although Sunghoon's climax is slow decreasing, him feeling his once hard cock now softening, he doesn't remove himself immediately.
No, he keeps himself inside of you, and relaxes his tired body, now drenched in both arousal and sweat, on top of yours. Both of you need a breather. And a breather was definitely taken. Which, after a few minutes of heaving panting, turned into a round 2, with this time, Sunghoon fucking you from the front.
While you two stayed in the bathroom for much longer than intended for, trying out different positions, or simply enclosing each other's lips over their own, there’s was an unspoken agreement. A peace treaty, as one might say.
Because, one thing is for certain.
Even if you allowed Sunghoon to continuously stick his dick inside of you round after round, or even as Sunghoon let himself get off to how horny you make him. Even as you two came over and over and over, consecutively…..
Neither of you would remember this night had ever happened, by the time morning came around.
Right?
- Bonus -
Your eyes crack faintly open, the sun shining directly onto you. It acts as a natural alarm for you, which, as you begin stirring awake and slowly sitting up, that fact almost annoys you.
You sit resting on a plush, comforting top, and only after a few bounces, you're able to register that you're in your on-campus apartment, on top of your bed. Though after a few more bounces, you quickly stop because the action begins to hurt your abdomen.
"Oh, god..." Croaking, you let out a good stretch. Then lazily, you swing your legs over your mattress and soon stand up. Your bladder is for some reason screaming at you to go pee.
Even as you shuffle softly into your bathroom, part of your brain must be turned off, because you sense that you're still so out of it from last night. You have no recollection. Of. Anything. You don't even have a memory of getting home, it was bad.
Quietly, you scold yourself for even allowing you to get so inebriated. You mentally said you wouldn't do this again, yet here you are, lost for your memories. You don't remember a single event from before pregamming with your friend, Jungwon.
Screw his stupid jungle juice. That's the last time you'll ever drink that abomination.
Flicking on the light to the bathroom, you find the artificial light creating an even greater headache for you, you squinting your eyes the whole way to the toilet.
Plopping down, you finally relieve yourself your, wipe, flush the toilet, then you're on your way back towards your sink, your head staying down the whole time.
You're mid-washing your hands, with you doing a brief glance upwards, when a quick scream leaves you from what you saw staring back at you.
Red splotches are marked all along your neck, some darker than others. It travels down, you can tell that much, though the random shirt you had on covers the rest.
You lean in closer to the mirror, extending your head up to see the full extent. Oh...is that a hand print? Your eyes go wide at this, the outline becoming much more apparent the longer you stared at the marking.
Just what the actual fuck happened last night?
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seris-the-amious · 4 months ago
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'Nom Noms' ~ HCs
// Yes, I as chewing on my ballpen, yes I thought of Zayne LaDs
Prompt: How the LaDs men would Indirectly kiss you <3
Warnings: Caleb is a bit of a FREAAAK
[Posted on 3-27-25]
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Zayne has uncosciously inherited your habit of chewing/nibbling on pens while being deep in thought, specifically when he sees you writing your annual reports
There came a day you left one of your pens in his bag, the small one he brings during meetings, and it just so happens to be the one he pulls out
He.. hesitantly takes glances at it from time to time as he writes, taking notice of the small dents from you biting the poor thing just a bit too hard
Curiosity seemed to get the best of him as he paused his note-taking to just...
*nom.*
Theres a hint of stawberry-- a h ! It must've been the new chapstick you bought. He quietly fights a smile creeping to his face as he remembers your task for him earlier that morning
"Zaynie can you keep this for a bit? My Desk is too messy i'll get it before you leave" ..You d i d n 't
His gnawing becomes more and more obvious as if he's trying to salvage the left over taste of your lips.
Eventually he almost flinches at one of the Chief Resident's voice; "Everyone take 5, we will resume the meeting shortly."
Snapping out of his thoughts as he gathers his things, he wonders 'why the sudden break?' Until Dr. Greyson taps him on the back with the friendly smile
"The Chief must've felt bad for you, Dr. Zayne" he began "Everyone knows how diligently you work without complaints, but seeing you snacking on a pen during a meeting was enough for them to know you need a break." He chuckles, offering to treat Zayne at the cafeteria for today
Oh boy, who's going to tell him that all he was snacking on was nothing but the traces of his adoring lover? Not me.
He's now been making sure he has at least one of your chewed pens in his pocket/s, the fresher the better.
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Lets be so fr here this man chews on all of your hoodie/jacket strings AND cuffs.
You both tend to share or swap hoodies whenever one visits the other in their apartment, you chew on the strings as you scroll while you nibble on the cuffs when you're hungry
Xavier was VERY quick to pick this up, so whenever he sees you nomming your cuffs he would order you take out or bring you to convenience store dates, but this isn't about that.
Whenever you go on business trips or missions in different cities, he would leave almost no hoodie un-chewed! >:l Once the strings go soggy he'll just put on another hoodie, and then another... and then he probably tuggs on the cuffs with his teeth too
Once you come back and he visits to return the abused clothing, you were deffinitely suspicious. "Xavier, why are my hoodies.. d a m p?" "I.. took them to the laundry this morning" "Xavi.. its pouring outside" "...exactly?" "X A V I E R."
He denies all allegations of devouring the garments during your absence, but how could you scold your sweet-and-innocent boyfriend when he pulls out his bunny face?
"You were gone for too long.. I needed something to remind me of you.." :(( he pouts, nuzzling himself onto you
You let it slide f o r e v e r n o w, but you tell him to buy new strings to replace the ones that have gone too far to save
[probably happens monthly-]
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Here me out, M U G S. Champagne Glasses even. Sylus the man-he-IS✨️ would deffinitely taunt you whenever he drinks from the same cup/s you do
At first it was subtle, when it was your morning coffee time, he would brew his drink after you're done on the same mug you used
"Sy, is that my mug?" You stared. "Sweetie, dont you always tell me to get two of the same one so we can match?" He drawled, taking a sip without ever breaking eye contact from you.
A few minutes later you check the pantry aiming to get a glass for/of water-- ...The other mug is still there.
Whenever he invites you as his plus one in one of those N109 Zone gatherings and balls, he would purposely wait until you've grabbed one of the service champagnes or ordered from the nearby bar
Once you do, he strikes. "Having fun, kitten?" He crosses his arms at the sight of you swishing the half-finished champagne glass "Mm. It's alright, but deffinitely an improvement from the last party you went to" you tilted your head focused on the golden liquid
"I see." He nodded, before you could look at him he gently- but quickly lifts your hand holding the glass to his lips, purposely sipping from where your lipstick has stained
"S-Sylus!" You squealed, face erupting into flames "Careful kitten, your face might as well blend with your dress and I just might think im talking to a ghost." He chortles, almost breaking into a laugh as you slap him on the biceps.
He deviously licks his lips and basks in your flustered state "what's wrong? Isn't right I have a taste?" You flare up even more.
The people almost gape at the sight of Big-Bad-Boss of Onychinus being so carefree especially at the hands of his beloved, they dont dare disrupt their shared moment.
You take note to hide or finish your drinks faster, but that bastard always finds a way to get to you.
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Utensils. This man loves the way you keep your spoon/fork longer in your mouth to savor his cooking.
"Hey pipsqueak, are you going to eat the spoon too?" He'd joke as you roll your eyes-- N O. Lies. This man is the one eating that spoon. Honestly he'd eat anything (minus Cilantro maybe) that you leave on your plate if he could like the puppy he is.
Caleb would usher you to go do whatever in your room whenever you tried to offer washing dishes as thanks. Once the coast is clear, when he finishes scraping the left overs(bones/fats etc.) off your plate and into the bin, he takes your spoon into his mouth to eat the remaining remnance of you food on the spoon
Like Xavier, he will deny all allegations of making out with- using your utensils saying things like "You know I dont waste food, pipsqueak" he'd say either winking or suspiciously innocent
On the less freaky side of things, when going to cafes he'd insist on sharing forks whenever you grab cakes, he enjoys the intimacy(and making you flustered-)
"Don't you know, pip? This is the equivalent of sharing kisses!" He'd chirp, to which you complain "Am I not giving you enough- scratch that, your fleet missions last wayyy longer than mine! I should be savoring this, not you" you huffed as he laughs
"Dont worry pipsqueak, my vacation comes soon" he winks, taking a bite from your shared fork
That was deffinitely the day you caught on to why you sometimes caught him using your spoons and forks, you blush at the thought <3
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// I surprisingly had a harder time thinking about this than I thought-- I wasn't expecting Caleb to be easier than Raf
Perhaps he's a little bit of everyone. Whatever you put in your mouth goes in to his!
Your Pen:(cil?) "RAFAYEL PUT THAT DOWN I NEED IT" you yelled from the bottom of his riddiculously tall ladder "hmph! That will teach you that I come first before your reports." He stuck his tongue out to you, continuing to ruin the poor thing in his mouth
"Raf.. you do know I do what you're doing to that pen too, right?" He proceeds to throw a fit on why humans eat unedible things like they're aliens despite he himself doing so anyways "It's because im a Lemurian, not a Human" 🙄
Your Hoodie Strings: "What? Dont you humans do whatever this is? Eugh, I can still taste its conditioner" Then he proceeds to continue because he knows you've put your mouth into it
"Whats with that look? Shouldnt you be proud that im more open to trying your so-called traditions?" He'd stubbornly say "..Cutie? Wait- NO COME BAACK"
Mugs/Glasses: "Raf! I can't share mugs with you if im sick!" "Yeah yeah right, we Lemurians have better immune systems than your kind"
He got sick the next day. Blames it on working too much.
On other days he's just being a prick as usual "Let's see whats so important about this beverage that keeps you from being in bed with me-" "its water, raf." "Oh." "I knew that-"
Utensils: "..Just say you want matching silverware?" You say completely unaware of his true intentions
"Nuh uh, the food better this way." He shrugged as you sigh and go back to the kitchen to get another set for yourself
You later realize the implication and then thought maybe he wasn't so bad? ...until he starts using it more than you do so you just buy him a matching set much to his dismay
Conclusion: He's just a fish, leave him be. >:l
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MASTERLIST
// I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THISSS, hope you enjoyed! Sorry I wasn't able to do our feesh much justice :((
[Had way too much fun writing Sylus's part and Imagining Zayne's predicament-]
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misshugs · 1 year ago
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The Cameragirl || snc
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You've been Sam and Colby's cameragirl for some time now. Usually, nothing too crazy happened to you in most investigations, but this time...
warnings: paranormal activity, reader getting attacked, near death experience, strangling(?), cursing, angst?
a/n: took a bit of inspo after watching the boys' video of the asylum, but nothing exactly like it. just the fact that the place is an asylum
[part 1] [part 2] [part 3]
word count: 3.6k
[u n e d i t e d]
✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩
As they were making their iconic intro and explaining what this new place was about, you made sure to have a sturdy pulse whilst filming them.
"Today, it's just me, Sam and our lovely cameragirl, Y/n." Colby said, letting you shift the camera towards your face and smile at it.
"Hello there." You said, making sure your face was extremely close to the camera, merely because it has become your way of introducing yourself.
"And since it's only us today like the good old days, we decided to make something fun. ALL of us." Sam explained to the camera and smirked, looking directly at you.
You batted your eyes, looking at them while they kept on smiling menancingly at you. "This wasn't a part of the contract." You said, gaining a laugh from both of them.
You zoomed onto his face and began talking with this soft, almost narrative voice. A voice you very well knew they enjoyed. "What is this oh so fun idea you seem to be hyping about, mr. Golbach?"
"Why thank you for asking." Sam nodded slightly, moving his attention towards the camera. "The three of us are gonna do a little challenge tonight." He clapped his hands together as you began unzooming the camera, putting Colby back on frame.
"That's right, we're going to walk alone, lights out throughout some of the most haunted corridors from this place." Colby continued. "The owners of this place told us it gets freaky when people are alone, so we thought this might get us some good activity."
"We have some cameras with nightvision but we're not gonna see shit." Sam added, "After a while, we all should find our way back to the main lobby."
"So stay until the end to see how that's gonna turn out." Colby says, getting close to the camera before covering it with his hand, making you stop the recording for the cut.
"That was pretty good." You said, looking at the video slightly.
"You're still good with the challenge, right?" Sam asked, looking at you. You scoffed.
"Please. I wouldn't have come if I wasn't sure about it. Remember you told me about it before the video?"
"I know, I know. Just making sure, you know how I am." He laughs. "Wouldn't want you to do something you're not comfortable with."
"You're saying that like we haven't known eachother for how long?"
He chuckles. "You're right. I'm sorry."
"Alright, so since we're all settled, should we start right away?" Colby chimed in, looking at both of you.
"Not yet. This place has some good cinematic potential, lemme cook first." You said, looking around with your flashlight.
"Aight, we'll let you do your thing, I'll go ahead and look for the equipment." Colby said.
"Oh, shoot. I forgot to ask the owners about something." Sam said, taking out his phone.
"Go out with Colby, I'll be here waiting." You said, fixing back your camera to start recording.
"Alone?" They both asked, looking at eachother and then at you.
"I do my best work alone, gentlemen. You know that." You begin walking towards the shadiest corridor you've seen in your life, without even looking back.
"Oh wow. Fearless. She's trying to do the challenge before us." Colby laughed.
"Alright, I'll be super quick. If anything happens, just yell. As loud as you can." Sam said, smiling.
"Copy that." You laughed.
In the blink of an eye, you were left alone. You were used to these type of things, so it didn't bother you much. You've somehow become numb to all of this paranormal adventuring.
And that was one of the main reasons why you liked to take control of the camera, since you were able to keep your cool in stressful situations, making it easier for the viewers later on.
Plus, you didn't know how to act on camera and they were the professionals... allegedly.
Whenever something odd happened, you made sure to try and record as much as you could, in the best angles possible. You liked to joke around and call yourself a professional in your craft, although sometimes it wasn't even a joke.
You were passionate about it. The videos and the ghosts, it was only natural to try and do more, risk yourself to do something more interesting and outgoing.
That's a piece of yourself they loved about you. You were simply a perfect match in their combo.
As you began to do your cinematic, you began to have shivers. A sudden draft of air passing through you, as if a window suddenly opened.
Looking around, there was no possible way of that happening. You were in the middle of the corridor, absolutely no chance of an air draft simply passing through so randomly.
You thought it might've been a bit odd, but nothing you haven't felt before anyways. While you kept on making some videos, an eerie feeling of someone watching crossed over your spine.
The sensation of a presence slowly getting closer to you behind your back.
Almost feeling the heat of another person behind you, towering over you.
Hurriedly looking back, you were met with Sam's hand almost touching your shoulder. He stopped midway, knowing he got caught trying to scare you. "You bitch." You spit out, making him laugh.
"Damn it!" He said mid laugher. "I was so quiet this time, how do you always seem to know?"
"I can feel you lurking closer, you stalker." You looked away from his gaze, trying to ignore the thoughts of his pretty face. You began walking back to where he came from, meeting Colby in the process.
"I'm not a stalker, if anything, I'm protecting."
"Quietly from the shadows, sounds like a stalker to me, but you do you." You smiled softly, looking at the confused Colby.
"I left for a second, what did I miss?"
"Stalker behavior, nothing else." You said, putting your camera up again and ready to record.
Colby shook his head from side to side, already being on your side of the story without even asking further questions. "I can't believe you brother."
"Wha- it wasn't-..." Sam sighed, defeated. He knew you were joking, so he wasn't going to win anyways.
You laughed and pointed the camera at them. "Ready when you are." They nodded and you began to record.
"So as you can see, in our hands we have some devices that we'll scatter throughout this first room. If you've been here before, you'll probably be familiar, but if you haven't, these are basically some motion censor devices that will let us know if something walks infront of it." Colby explained, turning one of the devices on and showing to the camera how it worked.
As they organized everything, the REM-POD immediately began beeping. "Oh, shit. That's the rem pod." Sam said, stopping on its tracks. "That was the temperature dropping."
You made sure the camera caught that as you got closer to it. "Oh fuck. I was feeling a bit cold since we got here." Colby added. "Alright. I think we're ready."
"Okay. If there's any spirit around that would like to communicate with us, we would like for you to use any of these devices we've put up for you." Sam started, as you made sure to get far enough from everything for the shot.
"You can touch these lights on the floor, or maybe this device I have on my hand." Colby continued, pointing towards the EMF reader. "We mean no harm, we'd just like to talk to someone."
A couple of seconds passed, looking around, waiting for something to happen.
"Maybe they don't want..." Sam began, before getting interrupted by the REM-POD beeping, making you hurriedly move your camera angle. "Oop. Nevermind. Thank you very much. Can you do that again if you're here with us? To let us know it wasn't something else?"
Silence filled the room for a while, before the device started to beep once again.
Excited, they began asking questions to this entity, expecting for it to be somewhat intelligent enough to give answers back.
Luckily, it was. It seemed to be someone that died inside the asylum, a woman. Curious about the story of this woman, they kept on asking questions. Some of them being answered, others being completely ignored.
Asides from the constant beep from their device, you heard a knock coming from one of the corridors. Quickly looking around, they stopped talking. "What?" Colby asked.
"Heard something." You whispered. The room went silent, followed by what sounded like footsteps getting closer. You turn the camera back at them and their faces were shocked.
"Holy fuck." Sam whispered.
"That was like... thumps. We're the only ones here, right?" Colby asked him.
"Yeah, we're supposed to be." Sam says, walking towards the place they heard the sound, quietly. You followed close behind. "Hello?"
Nothing. They kept on looking around, searching and at the same time waiting for something else to happen. "There's no one here." Colby says. "But that was clear as day."
"Super clear, the camera must've have heard that, for sure." Sam said, looking at you as you nodded. "That was crazy."
"Yeah, let's try something else but closer to this area, maybe it's more active." Colby said, and all of you nodded.
A couple of minutes later, and you were all set up. This time around, they turned on a spirit box to try and communicate better.
The idea was to first use it as normal, then for Colby to do the Estes Method.
And so, the spirits began to talk.
"What's this." It spat out. Colby and Sam looked at eachother, smiling.
"Hello, this is a spirit box, you can use it to communicate with us. Would you mind telling us who you are?" Sam said, looking around.
"Hello?"
"Hi, hello." Colby responded. "Who are we talking to."
"I'm scared."
"Scared? Scared of what?" Colby asked, furrowing his eyebrows whilst looking at the camera.
"Behind you."
They quickly looked behind them. "Oh, fuck. I hate that." Colby said, as you smiled at their gestures.
It quickly faded away when you felt the familiar presence of someone behind you.
Heart racing, you looked around for a second, but there was nothing there. It didn't mean the feeling went away, though.
"Monster. Care..." It seemed the audio cut before finishing the whole word.
"Monster... care?" Sam asked, confused.
"Or maybe it meant careful? Like, careful of the monster?" Colby questioned.
"It would make sense. What monster are you talking about? Is it harming you? Are you scared of this monster... or... person?"
It took a while before responding. Last thing it said, before a screech filled the radio was... "Run."
Quickly, they turned it off. They looked at eachother. "That was terrifying." Colby said. Sam nodded and sighed.
"Let's try and look around for some other place. This doesn't feel safe." Sam said and everyone agreed.
For the past hour of recording, moving around and joking here and there, you felt a bit uncomfortable. Usually, you weren't the type to get scared over the paranormal, but this place felt more eerie than usual.
You heartbeat has been increasing slowly, as well as a slight pain in your chest that quickly faded. You felt watched.
There was a point where you even felt slightly touched, quickly warning the boys about it.
Due to this, they almost discarted the idea completely, thinking you might be getting targeted, scared that it might do something to you. It took you a couple of minutes of convincing them to keep on recording before the conversation was dismissed.
You tried to brush it all off, as 'something you've felt before', but deep down you were really anxious about it. Perhaps it made you feel better to think about it being just the nerves.
But you weren't the type of person to feel these nerves for no reason.
"Hey, you good?" Colby touched your shoulder and whispered to you, noticing you seemed a bit weird. "You seem out of it today."
"Yeah, I'm good. I was just zoning out."
"Yeah, I noticed." He chuckled, looking into your eyes. "You sure you're okay though?" He raised an eyebrow, seemingly concerned. "You don't look well."
"What? Do I look like a ghost to you?" You asked, smiling, which quickly made him show that gorgeous smile you loved.
"More like you've seen one." You shook your head.
"I'm fine. I've just seen some shadows running in the corners of my eye, but nothing too big to point out."
He batted his eyes. "You've what?"
"Calm down, you know I see those things all the time. It's nothing new." Half of it was true. The other half, well... there was a chance you might've seen a whole figure standing close to a doorframe, but you felt your imagination was tricking you too much tonight, so you didn't say anything.
You weren't a psychic or a medium or something close to it anyways. If anything, you'd probably consider it more like a hallucination due to the constant lack of sleep you've been having lately.
"I know, I know, but still. You could tell us about it, you know? Maybe we all see the same thing you do and since you don't point it out, we don't notice."
You rolled your eyes playfully. You were about to say something, but a breeze passed through your ear, a soft whisper saying "Come play."
You jumped, covering your ear and walking closer to Colby. "Shit." You whispered.
Confused, he held your shoulders. "What? What? You heard something?" His worry was enough for Sam to stop setting the cameras up and walk closer.
"What happened?" He asked. You looked around where you were standing.
"Did you guys not hear that?" You asked, the shook their heads. "I heard something like... right next to me." When you said that, Sam began recording once again.
"Alright, so... apparently Y/n just heard something right next to her." He began explaining to the camera, pointing it at you.
"It was like a whisper, it.. uh... it just said 'come play', like, the creepiest shit you can say. I even felt the air on my ear, that shit made me jump." You tried laughing about it to not let the mood down, but it wasn't working much.
"Although I really want to, maybe we shouldn't do the challenge." Colby said, looking at Sam straight in the eyes, genuinely worried.
"Guys. Come on. Don't back down when we're this close." You said. "We're basically done for tonight, this is the last thing we're doing and we're out, right?"
"...yeah." Sam whispered. "Let's..." He sighed. "Let's do it. Just like she said, we walk through the corridor and come back straight away."
Althought skeptical, Colby nodded. "Fine. Let's hurry up then. The quicker we begin, the quicker we're leaving this place."
And so, everyone held their cameras and said their goodbyes. The three of you went through your respective corridors and began walking, alone, with no light.
"Alright guys. I'm not good at, like, talking to the camera but I'll try." You sighed, pointing the camera at your face while slowly walking the dark corridor.
"Honestly? I'm usually not as creeped out when we come to places like this, but this one is like... up there. It's giving me the chills, making me paranoid, I feel like I'm... seeing thing. Or maybe I'm just sleep deprived. That's... that's also an option now that I think about it."
Looking around with the camera, although it's absolutely useless, you started feeling out of breath. Almost as if the air didn't reach your lungs anymore. "It feels... hard to breathe." You took a deep inhale and shakily exhaled.
You gulped, your throat suddenly feeling dry as the lack of oxygen was evident.
"I'm just gonna walk... faster. I wanna get this over with..." And so, you did. But the further away you got, the worse it all felt. You felt your vision starting to get blurry although you could barely see anything.
You paused as your vision began to get used to the darkness.
At the end of the corridor, what you could shape out like a human figure was standing there. Seemingly the same one you barely saw before.
This time, it didn't seem to go away.
You were also alone.
Unable to breathe.
You don't know when it started, but you were unable to breathe properly. You choked, trying to regain yourself from the feeling.
Your neck feeling tight, your stomach hurting at the sudden feeling.
Putting your hands on your neck, you coulnd't feel anything that would make you feel this way. You started to get worried.
You felt as if you were being choked. You tried to scream, but all that you could spat out from your lips was a soft, quiet, 'help'.
Trying to turn around and walk back, you saw the figure again and got scared, falling towards the floor. You coughed for air, sucking back as much as you could but being unable to.
Leaving the camera behind, you tried to crawl back to where you came from, but the lack of circulation on your body failed you as you coulnd't handle it anymore.
Your body falling on the floor, the camera seemingly recording your movements come to a halt.
Your eyes closing, leaving you unconscious.
It didn't take long before Sam and Colby got back to the lobby. Waiting for you, something seemed off.
They knew the corridor wasn't as long as theirs. You should've been the first one out by that logic. They've been waiting long enough and they were starting to get worried.
Even though the concept of the challenge was to be alone in the darkness, the idea of you being in trouble was too much to bare.
Heck, even if you were pranking them, the anxiety of you not coming back on time was driving them insane, they were ready for a scare if it had to come to that.
But the scare they were expecting wasn't the one they got.
Minutes of walking and calling out your name came to a stop when they saw you on the floor.
Hurriedly, they ran towards you and fell to the floor, yelling out your name. "This isn't funny, Y/n!" Sam yelled, moving your body, only to notice how cold you felt. His heart sank.
"Y/n, come on!" Colby said, putting himself on the other side, looking at Sam. The color from his face was gone when he felt her body. Colby, worried, touched your body and understood why he looked that way. "Oh, fuck. Fuck!"
Throwing the camera to the side, Colby quickly checked your pulse. "Sam. Call 911. This is serious." You still had a pulse, but you weren't breathing. First thing that came to his mind was CPR.
While Sam began to call, Colby was trying as hard as he could to help out. He began doing mouth to mouth, trying to bring some oxygen back to your lungs.
Tears streaming down both of their faces. Colby started making compressions to your chest, while Sam was talking to the 911 dispatcher and using the flashlight to illuminate Colby.
Luckily, they weren't too late. You began to cough and moved to the side to spit out some saliva. You breathed heavily and both of the guys sighed in relief.
As you tried to catch your breath, they softly held you up in place while your color came back to you. You blinked a couple of times, adjusting your view to your surroundings.
When you looked at them, they hugged you tight. "Fuck..." Sam whispered. "Let's get the fuck out of here right now." He held you softly and helped you out, as Colby grabbed all of the cameras.
It was hard for you to walk. It felt as if a ton of weight was keeping you from even standing up. It felt as if your limbs went numb, the lack of oxygen probably acting up.
Sam noticed, and didn't hesitate on holding you up and putting you on his back so that you could rest. They began walking as fast as they could, reassuring you that you will be fine.
You were focused on getting your breath back while listening to them scream at the spirits.
"You are not allowed to follow us home." Listening to Colby talk like this, while taking all of the equipment made you feel light. You started moving your arms and made sure to hold onto Sam, closing your eyes.
"You'll be okay. We're leaving." Sam reassured you, waiting for Colby to grab everything and get out of there in a rush.
After the police arrived and handed you an oxygen mask, you started feeling much better. You had some marks on your neck, like some hands were just squishing the air out of you.
Your body... at first, you could even see your veins pop out of your legs because of your lack of color. The poor circulation that ran through your body for a couple of minutes really drove your body to its limit somehow.
It took you a while to be able to stand on your two feet again, but before the police left you could walk on your own just fine. Sam and Colby however still managed to help you out.
"Let's head back home." Sam whispered to you. You nodded slightly and tried to walk on your own, only to be held up by Colby.
"Don't force yourself right now. You need some rest." He said, taking you back to the car. Your face having a rush of blood because of the gesture.
"I... I can walk."
"Let us do this. Please. It's too much already that you fainted right when we weren't with you." Sam said, looking at you, your heart racing at the look of his blue eyes upon you. You gulped.
"...f..fine." You said, resting your head on Colby's chest, making him smile.
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part two is up!! the link is in the beginning! <3
thanks for reading all the way! likes, comments and requests are much appreciated.
-nikkõ
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penguin-stars · 2 months ago
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Gsgw out of context (Up to the LOOKI MART arc )
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Kim Soleum and Baek Saheon's chat history: KSE: Watch out for serial killers. KSE: Watch out for serial killers. KSE: Watch out for serial killers. (...continues daily for who knows how many weeks).
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Baek Saheon: Keep an eye out for other newbies we can use as bait. Kim Soleum: Wdym "keep an eye out for others." We already have bait. Baek Saheon: ? Kim Soleum: You. Baek Saheon: ?!
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Baek Saheon: Why don't you try asking your...friend? Kim Soleum: Who? Brown? Are you stupid? Why would a doll talk? Think before you speak. Baek Saheon: You pi-- Kim Soleum: What was that? Baek Saheon: ...Nothing, sir.
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Baek Saheon: You know, maybe this Soleum guy isn't so bad. Let's go see if – Kim Soleum standing outside his door with an axe: Bye-bye!
--- Kim Soleum: Eat this idol song, you mountain ghost! *proceeds to sing*
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Agent Bronze: Some of you may die. People stuck in the Cabin: But…? Agent Bronze: That's it.
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[K.LEE]: bitch [Kim Soleum]: Blocked. [K.LEE]: wait unblock me i need to tell u something [Kim Soleum]: Unblocked. [K.LEE]: bitch
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During "The Day I Died": Soleum: This is workplace harassment, better get this over with quickly. Ugh. Soleum: Nvm, she just wanted to give me a promotion. Soleum: WAIT, THAT'S WORSE.
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Lee Jaheon: Kim Soleum-ssi, you are going to therapy. I am no longer asking.
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Kim Soleum, after Baek Saheon attacked him: I didn't expect anything from you, and I'm still disappointed.
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Lee Jaheon: *Eating snacks with the wrapper still on* *Clapping with the back of his hands* Kim Soleum: Why did you do that? I thought you were part of the darkness! Lee Jaheon: ? I thought it was the latest trend.
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Kang Yihak: ? Kim Soleum: 💹💲💵. King Yihak: Now we're talking.
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Kim Soleum: Maybe we could try destroying one of the buildings to escape? Lee Jaheon, raising his fist: Do you want me to do it? Kim Soleum: ...Please don't. Lee Jaheon, lowering his fist: Understood.
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Kim Soleum: *Filling the bathtub with more blood than agreed* Brown: Goodness, Friend. Please don't do that. You don't have to go that far for this Brown. Kim Soleum: Oh, it's ok. Kim Soleum: Hehe, I just wanted to scare him a little.
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Blue Dragon: K I D N A P P E R ! Lee Jaheon: I am not. Blue Dragon: K I D N A P P E R ! Lee Jaheon: I am not. Blue Dragon: K I D N A P P E R ! Lee Jaheon: I – Kim Soleum: Would you please stop?!
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Kim Soleum: Here's how to become a Cult leader in 5 simple steps! Also Kim Soleum: *Actually gives a detailed guide*
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Agent Bronze: Did you really think I'd let you into the Bureau? You're probably a spy from that cult-like company. Kim Soleum: p-please? uwu Agent Bronze: Agent Bronze: You're starting today. My unit. Kim Soleum: Excellent, all according to plan. Kim Soleum: Wait, not that department. I wanted to do paperwork! Agent Bronze: *drags him into a rescue mission*
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Kim Soleum: After careful consideration, I've come to the conclusion that the best course of action is to cut off my right arm. Go Yeongeun: Please put the knife down, Agent Grape. Kim Soleum, while cutting off his arm: I wish this were more convenient.
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Kim Soleum: Alright, this is a great opportunity to get rare items from a ghost story. But we have little time left, so go grab something quickly. Go Yeongeun: Got it. *Grabs useful-looking things* Kim Soleum: *Grabs a lizard plushie*
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DER!Agent Choi, after going to the 4th floor of LOOKI MART:
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chvoswxtch · 6 months ago
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Romcom - with Hotch ? 👀🫶🏼
Girl i’ve been waiting for the right time for you to hopefully take this and do your thing with it cuz you’re amazing. I know it’s specific and long so pls feel free to do with it what you like. Also I’m not sure it fits your movie night theme, so then maybe just keep it for when you maybe do wanna write it???? Here it is, whatever….
K so like hotch and reader are like couple goals, been married long, working through everything and are just downright adorable BUT THEN hotch nearly dies…like for real gets shot in the stomach or something - something real scary. And aaaaall the time he’s mumbleling stuff, reassuringly or scared like: you cant tell my wife she’ll end me or tell her I’m fine, gonna be home for dinner…
But maybe she’s there and she’s trying her hardest to make everybody move, but Morgan is just not having it, making her stay tf back…
When she finally sees him she’s s c a r e d…so terrified of might having actually lost him, of it happening again cuz he will be in these situations again and who is she if not supportive and understanding…just scared and hopelessly in love. bye.
honey you essentially just wrote a whole ass masterpiece on your own
but you asked for my dramatic flair & I am nothing if not a dramatic bitch that lives for the ✨ t h e a t r e ✨
headcannon below the cut
if i stay starring aaron hotchner
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derek knew you would physically fist fight him in the middle of that hospital hallway if he even dared to try and keep you out of hotch's room. he kept trying to reason with you, that you wouldn't wanna see him in that state, but you were not in a state of mind to be reasoned with
when you got the call from rossi that your husband was in the hospital, that familiar stone of dread sank in your stomach, nearly sending you through the floor. he didn't say what had happened, not over the phone, but you could hear the fear in his voice, which terrified you
the solemn faces of his team didn't help ease your anxiety, and the grisly details sent your nervous system into a full on meltdown. you could only pick up bits and pieces of what the surgeon explained
gunshot. loss of blood. critical condition. touch and go.
being in the bau was a dangerous job, and hotch had gotten hurt a few times over the course of your marriage, but it had never been this bad
nothing could've prepared you for the sight of hotch bruised and bloodied, laying in a hospital bed, connected to a bunch of wires that were keeping him alive, with an oxygen tube in his nose to help his weakened lungs do the most basic of human subconscious functions
panic, fear, anger, hopelessness, desperation, sadness; all of these emotions were crashing over each other like perilous tides and you were drowning beneath their tenacity
hotch was the strongest person you knew, physically and mentally. he was your rock. to see him reduced to something so fragile and broken shattered something within you. it wasn't like you were foolish enough to think your husband was invincible, but he was smart and cautious, he knew what he was doing. but today reminded you just how human he was
all you could do was sit there by his side and hold his hand while you fluctuated from silent weeping to full fledged sobbing. it didn't feel like enough, but it was all you could do. you couldn't help but replay this morning over and over in your head, analyzing every frame. had you told him you loved him? had you kissed him before he left? had you savored the few seconds before he walked out the door, not knowing that he might not walk back through it?
"don't tell my wife."
you'd been sitting there for what felt like an eternity in silence with nothing but the haunting background noise of beeping machines and chatter in the hallway. it was so faint, you almost didn't hear it. hotch still looked like he was sleeping, and you weren't sure if you'd imagined it or not
"what?"
you leaned in a little closer, and when he let out a deep exhale, the first sign of life you'd seen since you stepped into this room, you almost burst into tears
"don't tell my wife."
his speech was slightly slurred as he mumbled, and you weren't sure if it was due to the blood loss or the anesthesia that was wearing off from surgery
"why not?"
he was so out of it he didn't even seem to recognize your voice
"because she'll kick my ass."
you couldn't stop the laugh that escaped your lips at that, covering your mouth with your hand while the most imperceptible of a smile tugged at the edge of his lips
"I promised i'd be home for dinner."
giving his hand a gentle squeeze, you sniffled and wiped at your damp cheeks with a sad smile
"i'm sure she'll understand if you're a little late."
a sound that was a cross between a snort and a scoff left hotch as one of his thick dark brows subtly arched
"you haven't met my wife."
brushing your thumb over the back of his hand, you reached out with your other to gently push his hair back
"maybe this is a cosmic sign it's time for a vacation."
in the midst of gently carding your fingers through his hair, the next words that left his lips caught you off guard and made you go still
"maybe it's time to retire."
a full minute of silence passed, and then slowly, hotch's eyes opened, and as if drawn by some invisible magnetic force, the immediately found you
the pressure of him squeezing your hand, a silent gesture of not just reassurance, but also his strength returning, had tears welling up in your eyes all over again
hotch slowly turned his head to look at you, his eyes wandering over your face like he was trying to memorize every detail, and then a gentle but weak smile graced his mouth
"I won't be late for dinner ever again, honey."
I made myself emotional and now i'm gonna go cry excuse me
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angellayercake · 5 days ago
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NSFW Alphabet of Papa Emeritus III
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Safe to say this is very NSFW as it says on the tin so please MDNI!
The template and I believe the source for this can be found here. I started this over a year ago and apparently today was the day my brain decided to work.
These are just my head canons and how I tend to write him but I would love to hear others thoughts as well! What do you agree with? What do you think differently on? Let me know 😊I love talking about him.
A = Aftercare 
You may think your night with him is over once everyone has orgasmed but you would be wrong. He enjoys the aftermath of sex almost as much as the act itself, laying still entwined as your heart rates slow and sharing a cigarette to lengthen the afterglow, showering together washing and drying each other then going back to bed and drifting off to sleep with your arms wrapped around each other. He is very attentive to his partner but he actually is the partner that needs it more so not matter how vanilla the encounter may have been if his partner tries to leave straight after it leaves him feeling hollow.  
B = Body part 
Boobs (g/n) This man loves tits. They make him lose his train of thought, forget his lyrics and just generally turn his brain to mush. If someone of any gender has their shirt unbuttoned he is going to be sweating. He keeps it respectful with people in general but if you are one of his partners then he is looking and he probably isn’t going to stop until his face is in between them, paint be damned. 
C = Cum 
A cream pie fiend, rumoured to enjoy 666 per year in his prime! He enjoys everything about it cuming inside his partner, hopefully getting to feel their orgasm around him as he finishes. He enjoys seeing his cum spilling out of them when he pulls out. He even enjoys the taste, his essence combined with his partner sometimes that is even enough to have him ready for round two.
D = Dirty secret
I don’t think anyone but him would consider it a dirty secret but he hates casual sex, especially as he gets older. He wants to feel a connection with someone and he gets turned off when people proposition him just because he is Papa and they want to fuck. He has multiple partners from people he would consider life partners to essentially friends with benefits but he needs to feel a connection with someone and he feels that goes against what people believe a leader of the satanic church should be. 
E = Experience 
He has more experience than most people can even fathom. He is charming, attractive and incredibly open minded so if you can think of it he has probably tried it and if he hasn’t he is willing to give it a try. He is a very safe partner to experiment with and he relishes in being anyone's first anything, making sure they come through the experience having had the best time. 
F = Favourite position 
He likes his partner to be on top, writhing in his lap, sitting on his face, riding his cock. It’s not that often he allows himself to just sit back and enjoy himself, usually his focus would be on bringing his partner as much pleasure as possible but the right person can have him laying back and letting his mind melt as they use him to get off. Also his face is then at perfect chest height.
G = Goofy 
He is a goofy silly guy as much as he is a smooth talker and that definitely translates to sex as well. Expect lame jokes at probably the worst possible moment that with anyone else might give you the ick but with his accent and the way he makes you see stars in the next moment he gets away with it every time.
H = Hair 
His body hair is as well groomed as his head hair but there is a lot!! His body is almost completely covered in dark hair, which gets more and more grey over time (and is a dead give away to him dying his roots haha) but he is always clean, soft and tidily trimmed. 
I = Intimacy 
He is so very attentive to your needs and your pleasure. He gets off by getting you off so you will always feel like the centre of his world when you are together. Sometimes though it can feel like he is only focused on you at the expense of himself especially when he is stressed or upset and that can be a little too intense. It can be hard to get him to open up fully and you may have to contend with him trying to push you away before he truly lets you in but if you persist and push through his self worth issues you will be rewarded. 
J = Jack off 
As he has gotten older masturbation has gotten less and less frequent due to many factors, his role in the church and increased responsibility and stress being a big one. He isn’t so concerned about orgasms for orgasms sake. Pleasure for him is a group activity, something to be shared with others and the encounters he has with his partners are more than enough to satisfy him. That being said, he is a big fan of mutual masturbation and watching his partner masturbate for him. 
K = Kink
He probably wouldn't admit to it being a kink, at least not with out a lot of persuasion from his partner but if you praise him, if you manage through your pleasurable haze to tell him how good he is, how he is the best partner, the best Papa, the best fuck you have ever had. If he trusts you enough to let you take control and you praise him and remind how good he is, he will be sobbing and begging for you quicker than you might think.
L = Location 
Typically he has all his partners to his rooms, all his tricks and toys are there, he can take all the time he wishes and he can be truly comfortable. However there is a thrill he can never quite resist in risky, semi public sex. Especially when he is just toying with his partner and able to appear unbothered and relaxed as they fall apart in his hands.
M = Motivation 
What gets him off is getting other people off. He enjoys driving people wild with desire, making sure they are having the best experience possible and then coming together in the name of Satan! However he also craves connection and for people to truly want him for who he is and these can tend to conflict with one another. He is at his best when he has a true connection with someone he trusts who cares about him very much and makes sure he knows. 
N = No 
While he is open minded and happy to indulge in various kinks and roles something he would never be able to bring himself to do is consensual non consent. Consent is very important to him so he wouldn’t be able to find any enjoyment out of most scenarios that might fall under that umbrella. He enjoys his partners actively enjoying their encounters with him so even the pretence of them asking him to stop would remove any enjoyment. 
O = Oral 
One of his favourite places in the world is being nestled between someone's thighs. If you spent the night with him there is a very high chance that you wake up with his mouth on you. If you are into it though he loves having his cock worshipped. He loves watching his partner take him in their mouth and lose themselves in pleasuring him is almost as good as indulging himself. He is also a big fan of 69ing; he likes being on the bottom and having his partners use his mouth and his face to get off, even priding himself on managing to distract them from his cock.
P = Pace 
He does exactly what you need exactly when you need it and not a moment before. His goal is always the most pleasure for everyone involved so he takes that seriously. He slowly builds the pace as things get more and more heated. If you prefer slow and intense he has got you and if you prefer to get absolutely railed he will deliver that too.
Q = Quickie 
When he was younger he was much more into seizing the moment and having someone then and there but now he much prefers to take his time. 
R = Risk 
He is willing to take a risk with trying something new, able to find pleasure and enjoyment in a variety of different ways but when it comes to safety he takes no risks at all. He is never willing to put himself or his partners in any danger.
S = Stamina 
His stamina is considerable, even a satanic pope needs a little help as he gets older. He is a big fan of cock rings, for the enhanced pleasure and the stamina boost. Foreplay is an important part of sex for him so his partners might orgasm multiple times before or if penetrative sex even happens.
T = Toys 
He has a box under the bed for sure. His open mindedness definitely stretches to the use of toys. He has a bit of everything on hand in case it is needed, vibrators, straps, restraints. He isn’t particularly fond of gags because he loves to hear his partners begging and moaning for him. The toy that gets the most frequent use is a cock ring. He likes to take his time and a little help with stamina is never a bad thing. His favourite toy for the bedroom though not many people know about it are some luxurious silk restraints. He isn’t opposed to tying his partner up and having his way with them but these are specifically for him. It’s not very often he would give someone else this much control but when he does it is incredible for both of them.
U = Unfair 
He loves to tease he knows exactly how far to push his partner for the most pleasurable pay off but that can feel like absolute torture when he wont let up. One day he will be edging you to the point of insanity and then another day he might over stimulate you until you can no longer think. You may whine that he is unfair while you are at his mercy but you will always be back and begging for more.
V = Volume 
He is very vocal muttering sweet nothings, praising how you look, how good you are for him. He talks you through it, asking infuriating questions and forcing you to answer. Then when he starts to lose himself he will mutter to himself, grunt as he bottoms out, moan as you tighten around him and swear up a storm when you finally come together.
W = Wild card 
If you do ever get the honour of him allowing you to take control then you will see a very different side to him. He won't put up any resistance not when you have gained his trust so thoroughly but he will be more subdued then you might be used to. He will be quieter as you explore his body, leaving marks on his neck, gripping his thighs, nuzzling his belly. You tell him how perfect he is, how you love every part of him, how well he usually look after you and how well you are going to look after him now it is his turn. He will slowly come apart beneath your hands until he is begging and pleading you for more and you will give him all the praise and adoration that he deserves.
X = X-ray
He's on the shorter side (around 5ft6) but he has never had any insecurities about that. Through mist of his adult life he was fairly slim despite having a weakness for indulgences. Though they did begin to catch up with him in his later years, his stomach and thighs softening with age. As previously mentioned he is an unapologetically hairy guy and he wears it with pride. His cock is average sized abut 5-6" but it is pretty, a slight taper at the tip and the foreskin and head turn the loveliest shade of pink when he is aroused. His balls are a good handful and as hairy as the rest of him and he has a lovely round butt despite it being hidden by his suit and robes most of the time.
Y = Yearning 
It fluctuates and is very much tied to his state of mind. When he is happy and relaxed he will be up for almost anything, feeding off his partner's desire for him. When he is unhappy and stressed he would seek out his partners more often for distraction and reassurance although if pressed he would probably just prefer a nice cuddle. He struggles to ask for what he needs though so initiating sex seems like the best route to take, even if after the fact he can feel slightly resentful that his partner didn’t identify what he was really seeking from them. 
Z = Zzz 
He is usually pretty wired after sex, needing to take some time to wind down and tend to his partner and to himself. He isn’t going to relax enough to sleep until he has done everything he feels he needs to for his partner to be comfortable. With casual hook ups I imagine he doesn’t end up sleeping at all as he is unable to find that peace. 
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keirareidss · 1 month ago
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Spencer Reid NSFW Alphabet
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Spencer is definitely very caring after sex, he wants to take care of you and make sure you're comfortable.
He'll tell you to stay in the bed and run to get a damp cloth to clean you up with gentle touches and soft kisses and caresses,
Even if he's absolutely exhausted, he'll still take care of you. When he's made sure you're properly taken care of, he cuddles back into the bed with you, falling asleep almost immediately once he's in your arms.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
I wanna say his favorite body part of his body is his brain (cliche probably, I know, but it's my list I don't care). He thinks it's his best asset and it's what helped him get to where he is today.
His favorite part of yours is your personality (another cliche one, but shut up). He loves being with someone smart enough to keep up with him but also someone he can teach. You're able to bring him out of his shell a bit but you're also happy to stay home with him if that's what he wants, and just relax.
If he had to pick a body part, he'd probably say your thighs. He loves laying his head in your lap after a long day, he loves feeling them tighten around his waist during sex, he loves being nearly suffocated by them when he goes down on you.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
I don't think Spencer really likes a lot of cum play stuff, I think he likes to keep things clean during sex. As for how fast, I think he usually comes pretty quickly, unable to control his desire.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Spencer gets turned on by domesticity. One time, he woke up and came out to find you cooking him breakfast and his heart swelled as all the blood rushed to his cock. He could explain it away with his association with comfort and safety, blah blah blah. He was hard because you made him food.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Spencer definitely doesn't have a lot of experience, maybe one or two official girlfriends in the past and if he isn't a virgin by the time you meet him, he's only had sex once or twice.
He's definitely a fast learner and he'd love cataloging all the things that give you pleasure and learning how to make you feel good while learning what makes him feel good as well.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
His favorite position is definitely missionary or any where he can see your face. He wants to know immediately if something hurts or if there's a slight change in your expression to let him know if he's doing something wrong, or something very right.
He'd definitely be open to trying other positions if you asked him to but ultimately he'd always prefer being able to see you.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
I think the first few times he'll try to be serious as he wants everything to be perfect for you. You can tell he's a little, no, a lot anxious your first time and as your relationship progresses, he'll relax a little more.
Most of the time, it's very intimate and special but he's able to laugh or crack jokes during it. He's not opposed to giggly, fumbly sex when your both tipsy and he's definitely very vocal during sex.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Spencer is definitely well groomed but it's more for comfort than appearance. He likes the look of being clean shaven and proper.
He doesn't mind hair on his partner, he thinks if you don't want to shave then you shouldn't have to and if you want to be smooth as can be, he's okay with that too.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
I think he's very romantic all the time and that goes for sex too. He's very loving and doting during sex, making sure you're okay, kissing you passionately, making sure you always cum first.
I don't think he's ever rough, not wanting to hurt you, and the one time you asked him to be rougher, he didn't like it as much as you thought he would.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He's definitely not an avid masturbater, never really having the need to, but when he met you and you were always nice, and sweet, and complimenting him all the time, he needed a way to release.
He'd have thoughts about you, unconscious, Freudian images playing through his brain, distracting him from his work until he had to excuse himself to the bathroom.
Once you started dating, though, he did it less and less because now he had the real thing and it was so much better. But when he was away from you on cases you couldn't be on (or every case if you aren't in the FBI) and you happen to send him nudes or even a seductive text, he'll slink off to a private room and call you just so he can get off to the sound of your voice.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
I think Spencer definitely has a praise kink and it's very obvious when he gets flustered by every compliment you give him. You'll tell him how smart or handsome he is and he crumble and have to rush off to the bathroom to take care of himself.
A more secretive one would be the domination/submission. Spencer would really enjoy letting you take control and use him like a toy and just turn his brain off for a while.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
His favorite place is definitely the bed in either of your apartments or sometimes on a different surface in your house (couches, countertops etc).
He isn't used to public sex. Once or twice, you drag him off for a quickie during one of your bookstore dates or he'll get too needy in the bar and you'll both slip away to the bathroom.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Spencer is turned on very easily when it comes to you. Mainly, it'll be praise, compliments or teasing touches, that get him going but sometimes it's just a suggestive look or the way you say his name and he'll be hard as a rock.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He would never want to do anything to hurt you, he doesn't like being rough, hitting or choking you and he makes sure you always know the safe word.
He isn't a fan of messiness or food play unless it's controlled and on a towel or something, using something that could easily be cleaned off.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Spencer Reid is an expert at eating pussy. He goes down on you like its is last meal. He prefers to give than receive because he's more concerned about your pleasure than his own. He's definitely not opposed to receiving.
When he does eat you out, you cum at least twice every time. You always have to pull him away by his hair because he can't get enough.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Spencer always starts slow, wanting to relish the moment with you, but every time, inevitably, he gets frantic and speeds up. He has to force himself to go slower, even needing reminders from you sometimes but he's never rough.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Before you, he didn't think he'd enjoy quickies. He thought that they were too risky and he'd be too anxious to enjoy himself. But sometimes he gets too needy in public and he needs you right at that moment.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Spencer will try pretty much anything you ask him to. He wants to be able to give you as much pleasure as possible and, though he doesn't have a lot of risky suggestions himself, he'll basically do whatever you tell him. Even if that's wearing a dog collar and a leash and letting you fuck him with a strap.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
I think Spencer can go multiple rounds with a break or two to have a banana (as his insistence) but he probably doesn't last that long. Occasionally he'll finish too early (though you tell him there's no such thing as finishing too early) and he'll quickly make it up to you by shuffling down between your legs, using his finger and tongue to make it up to you.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Spencer doesn't own any toys of his own and he doesn't think he ever will. He never finds the need to use them on himself and with you, he prefers to be able to touch you himself.
If you're the type to have toys and you suggest using them to Spencer, he'd be up to it. You'll use a vibrator and drag it up and down the length of his cock, swirling it around the head as Spencer shudders and moans.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He doesn't tease you much, too eager to feel you. He also doesn't want to be too cruel in case you actually don't enjoy it. On the other hand, he absolutely loves when you tease him, even if he doesn't show it, whether verbally or physically.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Spencer doesn't hold back his sounds. He's loud and verbal during sex, sometimes even telling you little facts that have nothing to do with your current activity, just something that's been on his mind.
During sex with him, you'll hear mostly whimpers and whines, with the occasional begging. He's not afraid to show you how good he feels or how much he wants you.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He so unused to being taken care of and, multiple times, he's cried during sex because of how emotional it made him. He loves when you take care of him, he doesn't usually feel like he can turn his brain all the way off and just enjoy the moment.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
I think he's long and lithe, like the rest of him, not very thick but he makes up for it in length.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
After his first time with you, he's addicted. He wants you anytime, anywhere. He's touch starved, so once he's had a taste of you, he can't get enough.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Spencer tries not to fall asleep until you have but sometimes he can't help it. He at least makes sure you're both cleaned up first and once you're wrapped in each other's arms, it doesn't matter that much but he still wants to make sure you sleep okay. Sex does tire him out a lot so it's pretty quickly afterwards that he's buried in your neck, breathing evenly.
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stardustrebels · 5 months ago
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A Hunger Like This- A Joel Miller x f!reader one shot
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Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader Rating: E/ 18+ MDNI WC: 5k
Summary: I really wanted to write a Joel Miller Valentine’s Day story, but couldn’t decide between naughty or nice so I wrote both.
Tags: No Outbreak!AU, established relationship, Joel Miller x f!reader, no/ minimal age gap, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected PIV, pet names (darlin’, sugar, honey, baby,) dirty talk, rough sex, creampie and some bdsm elements- D/s dynamics, praise, light spanking, pussy/ clit tapping, edging and orgasm denial. Use of traffic light system & aftercare. Everything’s safe, sane and consensual. No use of y/n, minimal descriptions of reader. She wears fishnets, a bra and heels and has hair long enough to pull. Joel Miller is a competent partner because of course he is. Possessive dom!Joel comes out to play. He eats pussy like an absolute beast, as he should. 
A/N: A Valentine’s day story with a rough Joel Miller who’s had a bad day and a reader who likes to tease. I just wanted an excuse to write something porny for fun and it ended up a bit of a monster. I’m not even sorry. 1/2 of my Joel Miller Valentine’s day naughty & nice one shots. Enjoy!
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You knew by the way Joel answered the phone at lunch time that he was having a bad day. He was still kind, called you the sweet names he usually did, and still told you he loved you before he hung up, but you could tell from his tone that something was wrong. He was dog-tired from working too hard and trying to hide it from you. He’d told you he booked a table at your favourite place for that night to celebrate Valentine’s day with you, but you knew it was only to make you happy. He’d told you once he’d do anything to see you smile. 
You figured you could probably make his day at least a little better by offering to spend the night at home, but you wanted to make it extra special, and when you eventually decided on how you would do that, your insides fluttered with anticipation. Joel wasn’t one to talk much about what he wanted, but you paid attention when he did. One night during lazy conversation between tangled sheets he’d let something slip. 
“Fishnets, huh?” You’d teased, grinning as you lay draped across his chest. 
“Mhm.” His voice had been thick with sleep, his fingers trailing idly across your skin as he admitted there was just something about the idea of fishnets and heels that drove him wild, that they had since he was a teenager, and you’d stored that little detail away knowing that you’d use it one day. Today was that day. 
By the time Joel’s truck pulled in to the driveway, you’d positioned yourself in the entryway, leaning against the wall in black fishnets, the bra from the lingerie set Joel had bought you last year, a barely-there skirt that left little to the imagination, and your favourite pair of black heels. 
When he stepped inside, the first thing you noticed was the bouquet in his hand- red roses held together by brown paper with a familiar logo stamped on it. This man, despite his tiredness, had gone across town after work to pick up flowers from your favourite shop. Your heart stuttered and for a second you almost abandoned your plan and ran straight in to his arms. 
You stopped yourself as soon as you saw the look on his face.
“Jesus Christ.” Was all he offered as he closed the door behind him.
You stepped forward, smiling sweetly as you reached out to lay a hand against his arm.
“Rough day, baby?” 
Joel’s fingers tightened around the bouquet, the paper crinkling under the grip. His gaze dragged over you so slowly you could practically feel it. 
You took the bouquet, looking up at him through your eyelashes.
“Are these for me? They’re so beautiful, thank you.” You said, tone saccharine as you placed them down on the console table beside you. 
Moving your attention back to him, you slid your hands up his chest to push his jacket from his shoulders. He let you, though you could feel how tense his muscles were under your touch. 
“Darlin’…” he muttered, so low you would have missed it had you not been standing right in front of him. You shushed him, giving his jacket one last shove, letting it land on the floor by his feet. 
You leaned in, lips grazing the shell of his ear. “You’ve been working so, so hard,” you said, emphasising the words with an exaggerated pout and a whine. 
The way his eyebrows shot up towards his hairline almost made you break, but you caught yourself before you laughed, pressing a kiss against his shoulder to hide your smile before you continued. “Why don’t I help you relax?” 
His hands drifted up to rest on your waist, fingers pressing gently in to the soft skin there, one of his favourite parts of you, he’d admitted one night. You peppered gentle kisses up his neck toward his jaw as your hands wandered across his chest and down the firm muscles of his arms, before moving to undo the buttons of his shirt. His jaw clenched hard under your lips as your fingers ghosted over his bare chest, and you expected him to snap, to take control the second your hand touched his bare skin, but he didn’t. 
Interesting. 
You felt his stomach tense under your touch, heard the tiny intake of breath as your fingertips dipped lower and brushed just past the waistline of his jeans, but he didn’t move. 
You grinned and leaned in to brush a kiss under his ear, where you knew he was sensitive. His fingers twitched against your waist, but still he held back. 
“You must be exhausted, baby,” you murmured against his skin, voice dripping with sympathy. “I thought for sure by now you’d be telling me exactly how you wanted me.” 
The hitch of his breath was almost satisfying, but he still didn’t react. It made you pause for a second. Was he too tired? Had you misread this? Doubt crept in around the edges of your plan, and you faltered a little, until you glanced up at him.
His lips were curled in to a devilish grin, dark eyes locked on yours, dazed with a look that was nothing more than pure, unadulterated lust. He was letting you have your little game, enjoying it until it was time for him to play.
Oh. 
You swallowed hard, trying to keep your composure, but the heat now pooling in your stomach made it difficult. 
You pressed a couple more kisses down his neck and onto his shoulder for good measure before taking his hand to lead him further in to the house. You made sure to sway your hips just enough, knowing damn well that his eyes were fixed on your ass. 
You could practically feel the tension radiating off him when you stopped in front of the couch, and a heat crept up your neck at the severity of it. You resisted the urge to look at him, knowing if you caught another glimpse of that dark, hungry look in his eyes, you’d lose your nerve entirely. 
You stepped close to him, your focus fixed on your hands dragging up his chest, slow and deliberate, pushing his open shirt to hang loose on his shoulders. You traced a nail lightly across his sternum, revelling in the subtle shiver that ran through him at the sensation, and you couldn’t help your smirk when you noticed his jaw tick out of the corner of your eye. 
You pressed yourself against him and reached for one of his hands, guiding it to rest on the front of your thigh. A sound rumbled from his throat then, a low groan that he couldn’t hold in, but he still didn’t move. His fingers trailed up with encouragement from yours on top, his rough skin catching against the delicate net. You pushed his hand up further, brushing past the hem of your skirt and between your legs. His body went rigid against yours when he realised you’d forgone any underwear as part of the surprise. 
Something in the air around him shifted as his fingers hovered between your legs, just shy of where you wanted them. Resisting the urge to buck your hips up in to his hand, you finally met his gaze and his expression made your heart skip more than a few beats. He’d never looked quite so intense; pupils blown with lust, nostrils flared, taking slow, deep breaths. You were struck with the sudden urge to run. 
As if he could sense it, he pushed you down on to the couch before you could move. The air left your lungs with a squeak as you collided with the cushions. He caged you in with his arms and took one last deep breath as he smiled down at you. 
“My turn,” he said in a growl, kicking your legs apart with a gentle tap of his foot before sliding down to kneel between them. 
You let out a whine as he admired you for a second, head tilted slightly at the sight in front of him. He trailed his hands up, pushing the skirt up to bunch up around your waist.  “Is this what you wanted?” He murmured, eyes locked between your legs as his thumb brushed over your clit, pushing the net against it ever so slightly. You sucked in a breath and raised your hips, trying to gain just a tiny bit more friction. 
He stilled and his other hand slapped the inside of your thigh, just hard enough to sting and send a jolt of electricity through your core. 
“I asked you a question, baby.” He said, his voice thick with arousal. “This what you wanted when you decided to tease me like that?” 
You swallowed hard, head spinning from how quickly he’d flipped your game on its head. 
“Yes,” you whimpered, gasping when his thumb pushed harder against the seam over your clit. “Yes, Joel, it’s what I wanted.” 
He hummed in approval, adjusting his weight to pepper kisses up your thigh. You bucked your hips again and Joel tapped your clit lightly with his fingertips, making you gasp and grip the cushions on either side of you. 
“Uh-uh, dirty girl,” Joel muttered against your skin, resuming his trail of kisses, torturously slow. “For all your teasin’? You’ll get what I fuckin’ give you.” 
When he reached the apex of your thigh you let out a long, needy whine, trying desperately not to squirm as he nudged his nose against your mound, pressing his tongue flat over the net that barely covered your folds. Your head fell against the back of the couch and you let out a string of curses, causing him to chuckle, the vibrations of it heightening every sensation. 
The seams between the holes of your tights were scraping against you as he licked, adding a new level of torture as his tongue flicked up and down, catching tiny points of your skin underneath. Your legs trembled, heels sliding against the floor as you tried to arch up to his mouth, desperate for more, but his fingers dug in to the outside of your thighs, keeping you pinned. Every time his tongue dragged against the fabric, it was almost where you wanted it most, but not quite. It was torture. Exquisite, delicious torture. 
You let out another whine, this one more frustrated than the last and Joel stopped altogether. 
“Somethin’ wrong, darlin’?” He drawled, lips ghosting over the netting, his breath hot against the dampness that had gathered there. “Thought this was what you wanted?” 
You groaned and gripped fistfuls of cushions in clenched fists. Joel hummed in amusement and kept going, alternating between light flicks of his tongue and slow, dragging licks that made you squirm uselessly under his hold. Every time you tried to angle yourself so that your tongue would hit where you ached for it, the fishnets got in the way. It wasn’t until you felt the breaths of another soft chuckle that you realised he was doing it on purpose. Another frustrated noise bubbled up in your throat, and you grimaced at how sensitive your clit was under the seams dragging against it. 
“Joel, please-”
He exhaled sharply, the sound almost sympathetic, but the way his tongue continued its ministrations told he wasn’t quite done making you suffer. You gasped when he sucked gently on the sensitive spot just above your clit, his teeth scraping lightly, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through you. Your legs twitched, thighs threatening to close around his head, but he gripped your hips and held you where he wanted you. 
“Jesus,” you gasped, panting now, every muscle tight with need. “Joel, I- I can’t-” 
He groaned against you, tongue pressing a little harder, still blocked by the crosses in the fabric. You let out a desperate sob and raised your head from the back of the couch. He stilled and locked eyes with you. 
You felt as wrecked as he looked, and he must have felt some pity for you because the next thing you knew, his fingers were tearing a hole in your fishnets, right at the center of your soaked aching core, earning a gasp and a shocked, breathy laugh from you. 
He ripped at the fabric until he was satisfied with how much of you he’d uncovered, groaning at the sight now in front of him. He swatted lazily at your thighs, pushing them further apart. 
“Spread those legs, baby. Let me see what’s mine.” He rasped, voice dripping with desire. 
You hardly had time to take another breath before he was on you. His tongue was everywhere- hot, wet and relentless. Now that there was nothing in the way, Joel was devouring you like a man starved. You struggled to focus on anything, but obeyed and spread your legs wider, earning a muffled hum of approval as he buried his face deeper. 
Your fingers found their way in to his hair, threading through his thick curls as his tongue worked you over, unsure if you were pulling him closer or trying to push him away. Either way, Joel wasn’t going anywhere. 
His grip on your thighs tightened as he flattened his tongue and dragged it up through your folds again and again, his low groans mingling with yours in the most intoxicating way. 
“Fuck, sugar,” he murmured against your heat, “Ain’t a single inch of you I don’t wanna put my mouth on.” 
You gasped as he latched on to your clit, sucking just hard enough to make your back arch. The pleasure was sharp, coiling tight at the base of your spine, dancing just beyond your reach and tempting you to chase it. 
And then, he pulled back. 
You groaned in protest and your fingers tugged uselessly at his hair, trying to guide his head back to where it had been. Joel chuckled, pressing a wet kiss to your inner thigh instead. 
“Not yet, darlin’,” he murmured, glancing up at you. His face would have been the picture of innocence had it not been absolutely saturated in the evidence of your arousal. 
His fingers replaced his mouth, teasing through your folds, barely pressing where you needed them. You writhed beneath him, trying to push in to his touch, but he only pulled away again, leaving you aching. 
You whined a plea down at him, voice cracking with frustration and he hummed back in mock sympathy.  “Y’gonna be a good girl f’me?” 
“Yes,” you gasped, more desperate than you’d ever been for him to make you come, “Yes, please I’ll be good. I’ll be a good girl just please-”
His tongue was on you again in an instant, causing your rambling pleas to morph in to a deep moan in your throat, but it was too soft and slow, keeping you just on the edge without allowing you to fall over it. 
“Joel,” you sobbed through your moans, rocking your hips, “I- I need-”
“Oh, I know, baby,” he said, pouting before pressing a teasing kiss on to your clit. “Poor thing. You’re real close, huh?” 
Your fingers tightened in his hair. “Yes!”
He pulled back again, lips curling smugly as he looked up at you, eyes dark and heavy-lidded. 
“You’ll come when I let you.” 
The whine that left your lips was such a foreign sound to you, you almost couldn’t believe you’d made it. Your thighs were trembling uncontrollably and you glanced down at Joel, tears blurring the edges of your vision. His smirk softened just a fraction at the sight of you and his fingers moved from your thigh to trace the curve of your hip. 
“We green, darlin’?” His voice was rough with restraint. Your head was swimming, but the mention of your safe word system grounded you for a moment.
You swallowed thickly, nodding. “Yeah,” you gasped, breath hitching at how delicately he was caressing your skin. “We’re green.”
“Atta girl.” He rumbled, voice thick with approval. He traced slow circles back down to your thigh, his eyes fixed on yours, watching your changing expression intently. “You’re gonna be good f’me, ain’t you? Good girls get to come.”
When you let out a sigh and shot him a relaxed smile and a nod, his satisfied smirk returned, sharper this time. His head dipped again, and he pressed teasing kisses around your clit before flicking his tongue over it, making you shiver. It wasn’t long before you were moaning and gasping again, whispering broken pleas up toward the ceiling. 
“Tell me how bad you want it,” he ordered, his thumb taking over, pressing against your clit in the way he knew drove you crazy. “Beg for it, baby.” 
You had no pride left, no shame. They were gone and raw, desperate need had taken their place. Your head fell back and your hand left his hair to grasp at the edge of the couch and you rocked your hips against his hand, legs threatening to close around his head. 
“I need it, I need to come, I- please, fuck, Joel, I-”
He groaned and slid two fingers inside of you, curling up to press against the spot he knew made you come undone. The moment he nudged it, you let out a sharp cry, hips jolting toward him as the heat coiled tighter in your stomach. 
“There it is, pretty girl. Come f’me, let me feel it,” he murmured, before flicking his tongue back against your clit. 
You clenched around his fingers in response, thighs twitching, pleasure so sharp it was almost unbearable. Your moans gave way to a garbled sob, fingers clutching the cushions in a desperate attempt to ground yourself. Joel grunted and lapped at your clit like a man possessed. Every flick, every calculated curl of his fingers, every slick, filthy sound had you spiralling toward your inevitable release. 
You held your breath as your body went tight, pleasure knotting so tightly you thought you might snap in half. When you finally fell over the edge, it hit you like a truck; pleasure slamming through you so hard your vision went white. You let out a choked cry as your entire body seized, back arching clean off the couch. The pleasure was devastating- wave after wave of it crashing through you, with Joel’s fingers dragging every last drop of pleasure from you as you sobbed his name, trembling under his touch. 
After a moment, his hands slid down your legs to your feet, his touch gentle and reverent. He sat back on his heels and slid your shoes off one by one before tossing them over his shoulder. His hands continued their tracing, back up to your waist. He unbuttoned your skirt before pulling it off in one smooth motion, leaving your wrecked fishnets firmly in place. 
He stood, unbuckling his belt and shrugging off his shirt. You bit back a moan when he shoved down his jeans and boxers, freeing his hard, leaking cock. He stroked himself, breathing heavily as he watched you squirm and lick your lips beneath him.
Before you got a chance to really admire him, Joel grabbed you and flipped you on to your front, setting you on all fours, fingers hooking in the net to drag your hips toward him, causing the fabric to rip again. He ran his palm over the curve of your ass and gave it a squeeze as his other hand slid between your legs, fingers pressing against your swollen clit, drawing a choked moan from you. 
“So sensitive, sugar. I know you can take it, though.”
You whimpered, pushing back against him, silently begging for more. Joel huffed a laugh as he lined himself up against your entrance, teasing. 
“Tell me you want it.” 
“I want it,” you gasped, hands clutching against the cushions, scratching at the fabric as you keened.. “I want you. Please, Joel-” 
He didn’t make you wait any longer. With a low, wrecked groan, his entire length was inside you in one slow, ruinous thrust. 
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” he hissed through gritted teeth, fingers digging in to your hips. “You feel so goddamn good. Gonna let me take what I need, darlin’?”
“Yes,” you sobbed, arching your back to press further into him, revelling in the way he was stretching you: overwhelming in the best way. 
Joel pulled back and slammed in to you again, setting a ruthless pace, dragging you back to meet him with every thrust. His hands were rough, one hand gripping your hip, the other sliding up your back to fist in to your hair.
“That’s right, pretty girl,” he praised. Each thrust was deep and desperate, stealing what little breath you had left from your lungs with each sharp snap of his hips. Joel sounded like he was hanging on by a thread, babbling strings of praises punctuated by hissed curses, voice wrecked and rough with need. “You’re mine, ain’t you? Mine. Takin’ me so well. Made for me. So fuckin’ perfect.” 
His hand left your hair and you almost whined with the loss of contact before his fingers curled around the nape of your neck, the feeling pulling a deep, animalistic moan from your throat. The sound only seemed to spur Joel on, and he dragged you up against his chest, keeping his rhythm with near-perfect precision against something blissful deep inside of you. 
He pressed a burning kiss to your neck, growling against the spot just below your ear. You could barely keep yourself upright, but Joel was one step ahead of you, wrapping an arm around your middle to keep you pressed to him, his other hand reaching between your legs, fingertips circling expertly against you, despite the rapid pace he’d set. 
“Love havin’ you like this,” he rasped, rhythm stuttering just slightly as you clenched around his cock. “Fuck, that’s it, you’re gonna give me another, ain’t you?” 
A sob tore from your throat, a familiar pleasure tightening like a vice inside of you. 
“I got you, sweet girl. C’mon, come on my cock. Let me feel it.” 
You shattered with a cry, pleasure ripping through your muscles so intensely you thought you might collapse beneath the force of it, but Joel held you steady, his movements turning frantic, losing his perfect rhythm as the tight heat of you squeezed him, pulling him over the edge alongside you with a deep, guttural groan. It vibrated against the damp skin of your neck and contorted in to something soft and raw, breaking apart in to broken whimpers as he spilled inside of you, his body wracked with tiny, involuntary shudders. His hands trembled where they held you, fingers flexing and gripping like he needed you closer, even though there wasn’t a single inch left between you. 
It left you gasping, sucking in the air even though it felt like there was none left in the room; overwhelmed by the sheer intimacy of it all. The way he clung to you, the way his lips imparted breathless murmurs of your name, the word falling over your skin again and again like a confession. His devotion to you rolling off of him in waves, pulsing through you with every thump of his heart against your back, along with aftershocks that made you quiver along with him. 
For a long moment, neither of you moved. The only sounds filling the space were your gasping breaths -  lingering echoes of your pleasure. You turned your head just enough to press a shaky kiss to the side of his jaw, the sharp scratch of his scruff pulling you further from your reverie. He let out a heavy exhale and rested his forehead against your temple, his breath cool against your scorching skin. 
“Fuck, I love you,” he finally said, voice scratchy and worn. You gave a satisfied hum. You knew he did. How could you not - he was clutching you to him like some precious thing that might fizzle out of existence the moment he let go. 
“I love you too,” you said in return, lifting a hand to cup the back of his head, carding your fingers through his thick, tousled curls. “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.” 
He peppered kisses down your neck in response and shifted so that he could slide out of you. You groaned in unison as he did, his spend leaking out on to your thigh. He ghosted a finger between your legs to feel it, and a low hum rumbled from his chest; the feel of it igniting the residual embers of possessiveness, ever-present at the edges of his desire for you. 
“Can you stand?” Joel said against your neck. You nodded, and moved away from him, but the moment he eased his grip and your feet hit the rug, your legs wobbled beneath you. His reflexes were quicker- of course they were, and his strong arms were around you before you could sway even an inch.
“Yeah, I figured,” he chuckled. “C’mon, sugar. Hold on t’me.” 
He slid a hand down your arm and laced his fingers with yours as you clutched his arm to steady yourself. Even when you found your footing, he kept his hold on you, making sure you were alright on your own before he even thought about letting go. He turned you to face him and lifted himself from the couch to press a soft kiss against your lips, the energy of it in such stark contrast to how he’d fucked you not ten minutes before. You sighed in to the kiss, tasting yourself on him as his tongue danced over your lips, coaxing yours out to meet it. 
“Let’s get these off,” he said, crouching down to help you out of your torn fishnets. He peeled them off with care, muttering about how it was a damn shame, before glancing up at you with such a salacious grin that it made you giggle. 
“Guess I owe you a new pair of these, huh?” 
You smirked, “Only if you wanna do that again.” 
His smile grew, crooked, lazy and just shy of arrogant. 
“I’d do that every day if I could, sweetheart.”  
Joel stood and his hands moved to your bra, unclasping it with practised ease, his fingertips following it as it slid from your body, his gaze tracing over every inch of exposed skin. 
“Christ, look at you,” he muttered, tone tinged with reverence, “Most beautiful thing I ever laid eyes on.” 
You felt suddenly shy at the way he was looking at you and you shot him a coy smile. His hands cupped at your waist and he guided you in the direction of the bathroom. 
“Let’s get cleaned up, darlin’.” 
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The steam of the shower curled around you both as Joel pulled you under the water with him, his broad chest solid against your back. He took his time, lathering shampoo through your hair, massaging at your scalp until you melted against him. His lips found the curve of your shoulder and he pressed soft, lingering kisses between quiet murmurs of praise. 
Once you were both clean, wrapped in the fluffiest towels you could find, Joel led you to your bedroom and draped your robe over your shoulders while he rifled through drawers for the comfy clothes he knew you favoured on nights like this. He froze when he turned back to you, glancing at the clock on the bedside table. 
“Shit,” he said, “We’ve missed our damn dinner reservation.” 
You bit your lip, sheepishly avoiding his gaze as you took your clothes from him. 
Joel squinted at you, catching the shift in your expression. “What?” 
“I canceled it earlier,” you muttered, a shy grin curving your lips. 
His brows lifted. “You did?” 
You shrugged, reaching out to clasp his hand in yours. “I thought we could just have a quiet night at home instead. Just us. Order a pizza or something. I just wanna spend some time with you, Joel, I don’t mind where we do it. I bought you some beers, or we could have some wine- maybe just relax for a bit?” 
Joel only stared at you, the crease between his brows deepening like he was trying to work through what you’d just said. His throat bobbed and his fingers twitched against yours as he let out a shaky breath.
A quiet chuckle slipped past his lips, but there was a slight waver to it. “I’d love that, sweetheart. It sounds perfect.” 
You barely had time to register the movement before he was wrapping his arms around you, tugging you against him so tightly it almost knocked the breath from your lungs. His nose nestled in to your hair as he held you, chest rising and falling in controlled breaths beneath your cheek. 
“You’re so good t’me.” 
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Joel had dressed in his sweats and left the room after checking in with you one last time and pressing a kiss to your temple. You agreed to meet him downstairs once you had dressed and dried your hair. 
By the time you made your way down, Joel had cleaned up. The evidence of your earlier tryst had been erased: your shoes, the fishnets and Joel’s clothes were gone. He’d placed your favourite blanket on the edge of the couch and there was an open bottle of wine on the coffee table between two glasses. The bouquet of roses he’d brought home was already in a vase on the side table, and you allowed yourself a second to admire them. 
Joel was leaning against the counter in the kitchen, phone in hand. The sight of him in comfy clothes made your heart ache- you couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen him in them. He glanced up when you walked toward him, a smile breaking through the tiredness on his features.  “Pizza’s on its way,” he said as you reached for him, tucking your hands under his t-shirt, suddenly struck with the need to feel his bare skin against yours again. 
“Great,” you said, “You wanna come cuddle with me on the couch?” 
He cupped your cheek and his eyes flitted between yours as he looked down at you, his expression overflowing with adoration. 
“I’d love nothing more, darlin’.” 
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lilacprincess7 · 2 months ago
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summary: in which you help Pau deal with being sick before and after the el clasico
a/n: I heard that he had a stomachache before the match and that was why Flick subbed him off so this was the outcome
warnings: mentions of sickness, vomit, intense pain, hospitals, panic /anxiety attacks, dating a minor
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Pau had seen better days. Today, the Friday before the El Clasico, he felt extremely tired. At first he thought it was normal. He had a double training session in the morning, then he hit the gym with a couple of the guys and after that he went to his dorm to study. And even though he felt exhausted he couldn't fall asleep.
That's how you found yourself awake at 2 am, being in Pau's own words 'The best girlfriend ever without whom I wouldn't survive another day..' he was dramatic but overly cute. He asked you to just talk to him, claiming that your voice was soothing to him, like a lullaby.
The next morning you met up for coffee.
"So love everything okay?" you asked, concerned because of last night. Pau most of the time slept like a baby.
"I-I don't know to be honest. I feel more tired than usual for the past couple of days, but I can't fall asleep at night. Like yesterday..."
"Would you like to sleep at mine tonight? Do you think it would help you amor?" you suggested
"Can I? I think it would help having you by my side..." Pau trailed off
"Then it's arranged, I'll come pick you up from the dorms at, let's say... 8?"
"Perfect, hermosa, thank you"
"Anything you want guapo" you said back and kissed him lightly on the cheek. The blush immediately appearing on his pale cheeks, paler than usual...
When you kissed him you thought his skin was warmer than normal. You didn't comment on it, thinking that you were sitting under the sun and that Pau always run a bit warmer than most people.
By 8 o'clock you were at the dorms of La Masia, signing a permission slip for Pau to stay with you for the next four nights. You would tell him later that you were keeping him out of the dorms for longer, in hopes that his sleep schedule will improve.
A couple of hours into the night, everything took a turn for the worse.
You woke up in the middle of the night to find Pau unable to breathe normally.
"Love, breathe for me... deep breath through your nose, deep exhale through your mouth... good... close your eyes for me amor and name 5 things you can feel"
"I-I ca-an fe-el yo-our hands-s, the-e sheets, my pillo-ow, you-ur feet and-d... mm" he couldn't finish the sentence. He didn't have panic attacks often. Rarely. And even then not this severe. You started rubbing circles on his back. Hugging him, his back on your chest, you started to kiss his shoulders, your presence by him always calming.
You stayed that way for a while, occasionally singing a tune to him in your native language. He always claimed it had a calming effect on him.
Pau was breathing by trying to mimick yours. You kept your breathing as even and steady as possible, wanting to make him feel better.
"You're feeling any better, amor?" you asked quietly, your hands now drawing shapes on his abs and ribcage, your hand resting on his shoulder, your chin touching his shoulderblade.
"Hmm, a-a bit..."
"Keep on breathing like this love, in and out clear your mind..." you trailed.
After some time he managed to get his breathing under control.
"Let's go make some tea, si? I think it will help you calm down.."
"Si.." he replied, a little hesitant, not because he didn't agree, but because he was afraid he wouldn't be able to walk properly down the stairs. You went to his side of the bed and helped him up, staying close to him in case he felt unwell. When the two of you reached the stairs Pau got dizzy. Thank all these years of being involved in sports that you managed to catch him effectively. He didn't pass out but was close to it.
You knelt down next to him and had him rest his back against the wall. You checked for his temperature just to realize that he was extremely warm. Fortunately, you had colder hands than most, so you placed your hand on his forehead and he relaxed a bit.
"Amor, don't move, I'm getting you a wet cloth okay? Wait here for a bit"
You ran downstairs and ran a clean towel through the running water of the open tap. After draining it slightly, you raced back upstairs and placed it on his forehead. Fortunately, you managed to help him get up from the floor and back in bed. You left him there for a bit. Gathering everything you would need for the next couple of hours. You went back down and grabbed two glasses of water, along with ibuprofen and a thermometer, wanting to check his temperature immediately. You even fetched a bucket, remembering that sometimes your lover had stomach problems after panic attacks.
In the end, the last object wasn't needed. From then on, even through the fever, Pau slept. When he woke up the next day he didn't remember much, which was to be expected really. He felt tired still, which was normal if you took into account how bad that panic attack was and how he collapsed after.
The rest of the Saturday was passed lounging around, watching movies and cuddling. By that, I mean that you were watching, Pau was... snoozing for a lack of better term. He somehow managed to sleep for quite a while during the day, so with the medication, his fever got down.
You were getting ready for bed, brushing your teeth, when you saw Pau bending over the toilet and vomiting everything he had eaten the whole day. Unfortunately, the rest of the night went similarly and the bucket turned out to be quite useful. Pau woke up more than a couple of times and each time you went with him a rubbed circles on his back. You had no clue what was causing your boyfriend so much pain and at this point you even concedered calling his mum for help.
On Sunday morning, he looked like a zombie. Dead on his feet, trying to keep himself upright. Exhaustion seeping through every pore of his skin. Yet, somehow, he convinced his coach that he could still play. Which he did, with great difficulty. He had to defend against the likes of Mbappé, Vinícius, and Bellingham but he somehow ended up doing alright. He pushed through, like the true warrior that he was.
At some point though, the stomachache became too much for your lover to handle. His coach subbed him off for Christenshen. You were advised from the personnel about what to do if he got worse and the advice was to take him to a hospital. Especially if he kept vomiting everything he ate.
Pau's sickness got the better of him, so that night you found yourself calling his mother from the corridor of the hospital.
"Hola senora Gloria..."
"Y/n, my girl, how are you doing? Is everything alright?" she asked concerned, knowing that if this was a regular call you would have called her from the house phone.
"Not so good, I need you to stay calm... Me and Pau are in the hospital"
"Why love? What's going on?"
"I don't think we should have this conversetion from the phone. It's better if you come here so I can explain properly."
"I'm waking up Robert and getting Irene, we will be here in a bit dear, hang in there..."
After saying goodbye to one another you hang up. You sat on the empty corridor, waiting for a doctor to tell you what was wrong with the love of your life but no such information came. Fortunately, the rest of his family arrived a bit later, so you weren't alone anymore.
"My dear, what's going on? Is he okay?" Gloria asked concerned
"Since last week, he hasn't been sleeping all that much. So I convinced him to stay at mine for a couple of days. Hoping that he would be calmer. Friday night he had a severe panic attack but we managed it in the end and since he had Saturday off, I let him sleep as much as possible. Unfortunately, his stomach couldn't handle anything that he ate. He played today and I guess it got even worse. The team doctors told me that if he got worse I should get him to a hospital, so here we are..."
"Oh my god... why though? Do you think he ate something bad or..?" Robert, his father asked.
"I honestly don't know. I cooked pasta and soup when we were at home, before that I have no clue what he ate at La Masia, but I highly doubt it was any of those... I'm just waiting for the doctors to come back and tell me what's going on with the tests but nobody has informed me yet."
"Y/n, you didn't say why you brought him in though..."
"I- that really scared me... he went t-to take a shower to feel a bit better while I cleaned up around the house. He-e collapsed, like almost passed out, he hit his head a bit but he was still awake at the time. He didn't bleed or anothing either and he was coherent. He was really dizzy though and I was not gonna take a chance with a head injury..." at this point you were shaking more than a bit, your eyes shone with tears, you got so scared at that moment when you saw him on the ground, barely awake.
"Dear, you did good, take a breath for me, si? In and out..." Gloria guided, wanting to make sure you wouldn't have a full-blown anxiety attack.
As you calmed down, a doctor finally came over.
"We carried out multiple tests, for most we have clear answers. My first diagnosis is that he is extremely stressed and amids that he cought a bug which caused the vomiting. I want to see the rest of the exams but I'm pretty sure that's it and he has not something more serious. However, I highly suggest of you, and I will most definetely contact the team doctors too, that he needs to be closely monitored for anxiety. We will talk about that on a later date. You can go see him now." the doctor said and guided us to Pau's room.
And there he was. Lying in bed, looking as pale as the bedsheets that he was covered with, his eyes closed and yet he didn't look calm, nor peaceful. He didn't look like he was resting. He looked to be in pain, exhausted, torn apart.
"Doc, is he okay? He looks to be in pain..." you said
"Perhaps the pain relievers haven't kicked in yet, I'll talk about it with the nurse that handles his doses and we will maybe find a better solution."
"Thank you."
You and the rest of his family went inside. You and Irene sat on one side, their parents on the other. He was so out of it that he didn't even hear you come in the room. You took his right hand in yours, Irene let her own hand fall below his knee. Both of you really just trying to reassure yourselves that he was okay., even though he didn't quite look the part.
"So, let's address the elephant in the room, what are we going to do about this anxiety of his?" Glorias asked the rest of you, worry painting her features, those features she and your boyfriend shared so obviously.
"I think he needs to see a therapist, like a professional, a psychologist. It could help him, no?" his father said
"I agree" said Irene from next to you, her voice quiet.
"Me three. And I'm going to do something that will probably get him a bit mad..."
"What's that nina?" asked Robert.
"I'm going to find a way to attend all of his games. I don't know how just yet but I've been thinking a lot about it lately. I have finished my PhD and my company is basically working on autopilot. The rest of my business can be handled through calls and internet meetings. So, I can possibly travel with him for games. That way I can make sure that he is not too stressed..."
"Amor..." Pau's voice hoarse
"Don't do that please... don't put your life on hold for me..." he said quietly.
"Hermoso, I will do everything for you. Everything, you hear me? You are my whole world. My desicion is final. I'll make a way to be there for you, always, no matter how far away is the match, I'll be there." you said, kissing the back of his hand and looking into his beautiful eyes, green and blue mixing with one another. He squized your hand tighter and gave you a smile. Unfortunately, it quickly turned into a wince.
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A couple of days passed by. On those days a lot of progress had been made. Pau was out of the hospital and back to training. His parents decided that he should stop leaving in the dorm ans started looking for an apartment for him. However, you stopped them.
You sat down in your living room and talked to them about it. You explained how you believed that Pau could stay at yours, if they were okay with it. In the end Pau was still barely an adult while you were 21 years old. You always asked his parents for permission on such things, knowing that there was a need for the existance of trust between you and them.
They agreed easily enough. You see, Pau's family was hesitant when they met you, but in just one afternoon you won them over. They realized that you were perfect for him, as well as a good influence. Always there when he needed you. Not only were you his girlfriend, you also were his closest friend, a confidant, an advisor.
Day by day, things got better. Pau agreed easily about staying with you, even though at first he wasn't sure. You explained to him that you wanted what was best for him and that his parents had agreed with it, but if he wasn't comfortable with the idea they would find a house for him. He agreed that it was the best option. Both for him and for your relationship. You had known each other for a while before you got in a relationship. And even though a bit illegally, you had been dating for a while. Your relationship was stable and you both were looking forward to what the future held...
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a/n: thoughts?
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7-deadly-cats · 3 months ago
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killing me softly | 10
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K M S M A S T E R L I S T | <- P R E V I O U S | N E X T ->
✿ G E N R E ✿ she fell first, he fell harder | slice of life | drama
✿ P A I R I N G ✿ s1!rafe cameron x overthinking!reader (f)
✿ C O N T E N T W A R N I N G ✿ swearing, suggestive language, mild sexual references and implications, mentions of drug cravings (coke), rafe being unable to name his emotions or rather rafe being a pro at deflecting his feelings, just rafe being rafe let's be real
✿ S U M M A R Y O F L A S T P A R T ✿ while rafe was making himself something to eat, you felt comfortable enough to joke around with him openly. later, though, you thought you had annoyed him during the sketchbook discussion and brought it up. rafe reacted irritably which made you snap back at him. after a slightly tense back-and-forth, the argument ended with rafe inviting you to kelce’s party on friday night so you could finally shut your brain off for once. before you could overthink it, you agreed.
✿ W O R D C O U N T ✿ 2.6k+
✿ A / N ✿ after that last part i felt like it made sense to check in with rafe’s pov again aka him being confused as shit (he's so fun to write omg), plus i threw in more smau elements bc i felt silly (that’s also why the written part is shorter than usual). sorry if this part felt a little underwhelming, next part will be more in-person reader x rafe interactions again. anyway, as always, i hope you guys enjoy reading, pls lmk what you think <33
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Rafe set his phone back down on the kitchen counter, a frown tugging at his face. These fucking idiots weren’t worth his time.
Shit, he already regretted having mentioned you were coming on Friday in the first place. Now he had to deal with Kelce’s dumbass comments and Topper’s curious bullshit until then.
Already, his phone buzzed again—then again.
Fuck, should’ve just kept my damn mouth shut.
Annoyed, he put his phone on silent, tapping his fingers against the counter while listening to the faint sound of your voice through the door.
A few minutes ago, your phone had gone off at the table—your dad apparently—and you'd quickly excused yourself to take the call in the foyer.
You two had been working for two hours straight on this shitty project, writing stuff down, finalizing ideas and shit, and Rafe had used the moment to refill his water. Bored out of his mind, he’d decided to check the group chat.
And now, who would've guessed, he was pissed again.
What pissed him off the most was stupid Topper actually agreeing with Kelce. Fucking idiot.
Rafe wasn’t acting crazy, the fuck? He’d just made it very clear that the two of them shouldn’t act like brain-dead thirteen-year-olds in front of you on Friday.
You’d already been so fucking tense yesterday at Kelce’s place, and Rafe really didn’t need to soak up more of that nervous energy.
Then again, it wasn’t like he’d invited you as his date or anything. You were just a guest. He wasn’t your fucking babysitter—or boyfriend—or whatever.
At that thought, Rafe furrowed his brows. That’s the last thing he needed—some clingy girl who constantly needed his attention.
After his last situationship with Amelia Brooks, he was done with girls who wanted to talk his ear off or track him down at school to dump some unnecessary bullshit on him.
And honestly? He didn’t even know why he got into the whole fuckbuddies thing with her in the first place. Hanging out with her had been boring as hell and in bed? Same shit.
Shit, next time I get that bored, I’ll just get a fucking dog or something. At least that’d be more fun.
And even though, at first, he’d thought he’d drawn the short straw getting partnered with the quiet girl, he was honestly fucking glad it had been you—out of all the try-hard artsy girls and weird-ass hipster dudes in that class.
You only texted when necessary, never made pointless calls, and today you’d even tried to avoid him at school. Shit, even Kelce acted more like a clingy girl than you did.
Three days into the project, Rafe still couldn’t tell if you actually liked him or just tolerated him. One minute you were distant and off in your own head, the next you were all bubbly and cracking jokes.
So, like, what the fuck?
Either you had some kind of split personality or you were just fucking weird.
Shit, both probably.
Although, the way you’d snapped at him earlier when he'd called you out for overthinking? Yeah, that kinda pointed to the first option. It had thrown him off for sure, but holy fucking shit, more than anything, it had amused him.
Most people didn’t have the balls to push back on him—his annoying sisters being the exception. Girls usually just tried to act all whiny or pulled some pick-me-whatever-bullshit, and if he argued with a FWB chick, he’d just drop her and that'd be it. And guys? A punch usually did the job.
But you? Fuck, he really hadn’t expected you to actually argue with him without throwing curse words at him or some shit like that.
And weirdly, it was kinda refreshing. For once, it'd felt like he'd been talking to an adult, someone who took him seriously and not just started shit to provoke him.
What really caught him off guard, though, was how you could just slide back into a normal conversation afterward—no big blowup, no lingering drama.
How the hell you pulled that off, Rafe had no idea. Not that he cared enough to figure it out. Yeah, sometimes it pissed him off that you wouldn’t just say what was on your mind, but still… you were kinda chill to be around?
Nah. Rafe didn’t know how to describe it. Shit just didn’t feel like a total waste of his free evening, that was all.
The door to the foyer opened, and Rafe straightened up. Judging by your face, the call hadn’t been an emergency.
Rafe leaned back against the counter, a crooked smirk on his face, Topper and Kelce's bullshit forgotten. “Daddy pissed you’ve been gone too long?”
“Ugh,” you said with a frown. “Please never use that term again when referring to my father.”
Rafe chuckled. “Save that shit for the bedroom, I see.”
And holy shit, the way your face always turned red whenever things got even remotely sexual? Rafe found it deeply entertaining. The only dick you’d ever seen was probably in a high school biology textbook.
That’s exactly why you just needed to get it over with, then maybe shit like that wouldn’t throw you off so bad.
Shit, maybe Rafe would get you laid himself if he didn't fear you'd explode at the sight of seeing a cock in real life. Plus you'd probably make things unbearably uncomfortable during sex AND for the remaining project sessions and he absolutely wasn't in for that shit.
Irritated by his own thoughts, he just said, "So, you heading out or what?”
For a second, your brows furrowed for reasons Rafe couldn’t quite figure out. Then you just nodded with a small smile. “Yeah, uh, my dad and I usually do movie nights on Wednesdays and he just wanted to know if we were still in for that.”
Either that was another half-assed excuse or you had some weird-ass relationship with your—
“It’s kind of a tradition,” you added, this time with an awkward smile, “since my mom has her girls’ night every Wednesday. I kinda forgot about that.”
So this was like... a father-daughter bonding thing?
Rafe immediately thought of his dad and favorite child Sarah, and yeah, that pissed him right the fuck off.
He shrugged. “So?”
Your smile faltered a little which did something weird to his chest. “I don’t know, I mean—we got pretty far today, right?”
“Yeah, I guess,” Rafe muttered, arms crossed.
You crossed yours too, scratching at your upper arm. “Okay… so maybe we call it a night then.” There was an hesitation in your voice and after a small pause you added, “Unless you wanna continue.”
An awkward smile tugged at your lips, and the fact that you still looked uncomfortable around him irritated the hell out of Rafe.
He nodded slowly, shrugging the weird feeling in his chest off as annoyance. “Yeah, nah. I’m done with school-shit for today.”
You mimicked his nod with a subtle frown. “I think next time we can start with the final draft,” you said, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. “Depending on when you’re free.”
Didn’t you have art class together tomorrow? Whatever.
Rafe exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. “No idea. I’m at the country club tomorrow, and Friday’s Kelce’s dumbass party.”
You nodded and let out a stiff little chuckle. “Yeah, no, definitely not in the mood to work then either.”
No shit.
“Yeah, Saturday’s off the table because of that, and Sunday’s that open-air movie thing,” Rafe added, half considering asking if you wanted to join but then, why the fuck would he? Just so he wouldn’t have to bear Topper and Kelce alone?
Yeah, nah. He’d just do a line before, and they’d be bearable enough.
You nodded again. “Okay, yeah, no big deal. We’ll figure something out next week then.”
But the smile on your face didn’t quite match the weird tone in your voice, and fuck—why were you so damn complicated?
“Yeah.” Rafe pushed off the counter with a quick nod and jerked his chin toward the dining room. “Don’t forget your stuff.”
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After the door clicked shut behind you, Tannyhill fell into a weird kind of silence that made Rafe feel… off.
Not uncomfortable or lonely or any of that bullshit, he didn’t even know what it was exactly. It felt more like coming down from a line. And this being the closest comparison he could come up with?
Had to be withdrawals from last weekend or some bullshit like that.
And the fact that he’d sold his last damn gram to that bum Scott yesterday? Yeah, that wasn’t helping either.
In fact, it just worsened his mood.
Fuck, now that he thought about it—feeling that void—he needed it even more.
Jaw tight, Rafe made his way upstairs to grab his wallet. As much as it pissed him off to hand over the cut, Barry needed his fucking share if Rafe wanted to keep dealing.
At the door, he grabbed his motorcycle helmet, already halfway out, when he noticed—no phone.
Groaning, he set the helmet down and started searching the kitchen. He spotted it lying on the dining room table, and turned to head out when—
The fuck?
Something white caught his eye on the carpet: your dumbass Apple Pencil. He’d nearly stepped on it.
Annoyed, he picked it up. Usually, your brain caught every fucking thought in the goddamn world—how the hell did you forget this?
Fuck, no. If this was some kind of "girl marks her territory" move, holy shit, absolutely not.
He placed the pencil on the table and pulled out his phone, brows furrowed.
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Rafe let his phone drop back into his shorts pocket and just stood there for a second, completely blanking on what the hell he'd even been about to do before having texted with you.
You’d scrambled his fucking brain again, and like, no joke, what the actual fuck was going on in your head? Or more like: what the fuck did you even base that occasional attitude on?
Because this? What. The. Fuck.
He’d gone into that damn chat pissed, annoyed at your dumbass Apple Pencil, and now he had another app on his phone and let himself get pulled into those fucked up weird-ass-creature-whatever-pictures.
And the fact that Sarah had been talking to Wheezie about you? Fuck, that nearly sent him into full rage mode. He legit wanted to crash Sarah’s stupid little hangout with her lame-ass little friends and tell her to keep her fucking nose out of shit that was none of her business.
Somehow though, there was this weird, lingering lightness in his chest that kept him from doing so. And he had no fucking clue what it meant.
Rafe rubbed the bridge of his nose, brows knit. Fuck, what—At this point, he wasn’t even sure anymore if it was withdrawals, because come on, his coke usage hadn’t even been that heavy lately.
Or maybe Kelce was fucking right. Maybe you really were a goddamn witch.
Because fuck, sometimes you made his nerves fucking boil, frustrated the shit out of him with that split-personality vibe of yours, but just as fast as that feeling came, it vanished again.
And what fucked with his head the most?
You actually seemed to care. Not in some fake or soft, pathetic way—but like… you noticed when he was pissed. And you tried to understand why.
Like today. With the sketchbook thing.
Rafe just couldn’t, for the fucking life of him, understand why you couldn’t just rip one goddamn page out of the sketchbook, set Wheezie’s pad aside, and be done with it. But no, you had to start arguing with him about privacy or whatever kind of bullshit.
That had definitely pulled at his nerves but he had seen the way you’d reacted yesterday when he picked up your iPad, and even though he still didn’t get it, he figured it must mean something to you.
Yeah, and then? You'd called him out on his mood.
And holy shit, you'd been like two seconds away from giving one of those weird-ass little speeches again that made both of you feel uncomfortable as shit.
So he’d cut just you off. Shut your bullshit down before you got any deeper. And that—fucking hell—that’s when you'd snapped.
But just as fast, you’d chilled out again, even gotten soft. And then you started with that “Overthinking is a me problem” crap.
Like dude, could you please just shut your damn brain off for one minute?
And since your nervous energy was starting to give him a migraine—and Rafe couldn’t stand one more goddamn second or project session of that kind—he decided he’d put an end to it.
Once and for all.
Or at least until the project was over. After that, you could go back to spiraling for all he cared.
Jesus. Just the thought of seeing you at Kelce’s party on Friday. He almost felt bad for you.
Kelce’s parties weren’t like regular Kook parties. Nah, that fucking idiot had to go big every time.
He’d invite like 200% more people than his parents’ place could physically hold, and 90% of them were some annoying bitches from school, the other 10% just random dudes Kelce was cool with or knew from the gym.
The music? Played at a volume that could probably be heard across the goddamn Cut. And the alcohol? Jesus fucking Christ. Liquor stores probably quadrupled their profit that weekend alone.
Not to mention the lineup of party drugs.
Rafe had once taken acid from some random dude and had ended up hallucinating his fucking soul out.
After that? He stuck with Barry’s shit. At least with him, Rafe knew that guy wouldn't try to kill him.
And girls like you? Shy and introverted: your spawn rate at those parties was basically zero.
Sure, Rafe had subconsciously noticed you at other parties or bonfires before. You weren’t new to the scene exactly. But a Kelce party?
Shit. Either you were gonna get eaten alive or throw your overthinking brain in the trash and actually let go for once.
And Rafe? He had no clue how you were gonna play it. Which, fuck, only made him even more curious for Friday.
Would you actually be down to do a line? Or would you just curl up in some quiet corner with a lame-ass beer?
If some annoying bitch tried to start a fake-deep convo with you just to squeeze gossip out of your shy little mouth, would you entertain her? Or let yourself get dragged into gossip on your own?
And what Rafe was most curious about—what really fucked with his head—was this: If one of Kelce’s gym-bro frat-type assholes came up and started hitting on you, would you let him? Or would you hide behind your friend, pretend you weren’t even there?
Then—bam—out of the blue, some random image popped into his brain.
You. With some dude. Making out in some dark-ass corner. Your hands in his hair. Your lips on his and—
What the fuck.
Rafe furrowed his brows, rubbed a hand down his face like he could scrub the image from his mind, and physically shook his head to throw it off.
Shit.
He needed a line. Two, actually. Shit, maybe three at this point.
He grabbed your goddamn Apple Pencil and shoved it in his backpack by the front door, grabbed his helmet, and shot Barry a quick text:
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Because fuck. Rafe didn’t even know what was making his head ache this bad. Or this—Jesus Christ—this weird-ass feeling in his chest.
Like pressure. Or heat. Or fucking whatever.
All he knew was that it pissed him off to be stuck in his own brain like this right now with no one around to entertain him with their bullshit.
Because, shit, yeah, surprisingly Rafe found you—your nervousness excluded—oddly … easy to be around. And in just three days, he’d already gotten so used to your presence, this new, unknown variable in his life that entertained him that–
Fuck all that.
Why the hell was this even taking up space in his head?
Annoyed by something he couldn’t even name, Rafe slammed the door of Tannyhill behind him, mind already locked in on the high waiting for him at Barry’s shitty-ass trailer.
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oh-obrien · 8 months ago
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GRID ACE 0.5
GAMER READER x Lestappen SMAU
Summary: Reader is a Red Bull e-sports athlete who happens to catch the attention of two particular drivers with her streams.
All pictures are from Pinterest and reader has various face claims!!
Part five and I promised this one would be the last but I’m a slut for this pairing apparently and can keep going🤭
Look for one or two more parts!
Also look out for a Maxiel college SMAU!!
Comment to be tagged ☺️
Masterlist / Previous Part / Next Part (my links aren’t working right now I’ll be fixing it tonight 😊)
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Xx.y/n.xX , @ yourbestfriend and the grid... not sold separately.
Yourbestfriend shop the package deal today!
-> Danielricciardo it's like those American stores that sell huge amounts of things!
-> Xx.y/n.xX today on @ Danielricciardo can't google the correct terms: Big Box Stores
-> Landonorris to be fair he isn't American and he's trying
-> Xx.y/n.xX hey, @ landonorris. Five. Seconds.
-> Oscarpiastri great now he's crying in the corner
-> Danielricciardo @ landonorris crying in the club (the hotel bathroom) because he just received the most devastating news ever (y/n was a bitch) even though it was expected (y/n is a bitch every day)
-> Yourbestfriend WOAH WOAH WOAH DANNY BOY. She might me a bitch but she's my bitch.
-> Maxverstappen1 my bitch.
-> Charles_leclerc ours*
User1 MY PARENTS ARE PARENTING IN THE COMMENTS
-> User2 sometimes I forget they're actually dating and then they whip out that
-> User3 no because Max and Charles will just say our girlfriend sometimes and my brain like factory resets
-> User4 NO LIKE Y/N LITERALLY SAID MY BOYFRIENDS ON STREAM THE OTHER DAY AND I WAS KICKING MY FEET GIGGLING
-> Landonorris imagine how tired we are of it.
->User1 LANDO NO
-> Georgerussell63 imagine how tired we are.
-> User5 I’m D E A D GEORGE TOO
f1 you all better be ready to race next weekend after this one
-> Redbullracing what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.
-> McLaren we don’t want to hear wedding bells only car engines
-> Scuderiaferrari VROOOOOOOM
-> Xx.y/n.xX they’ll all be in tip top racing shape for next weekend 🫡
-> User1 EXCUSE ME WEDDING BELLS???
User6 I’m trying to tell who on the grid is out all together.
User7 I WANT TO KNOW WHOS FINGER HAS THAT FAT ROCK ON IT IN THE SECOND PICTURE.
-> User8 THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT I WAS TRYING TO FIGIRE OUT TOO. THERES TWO THOUGH SO LIKE???
-> User7 I feel like it can’t be Y/N she always has really fun nails and they just hard launched like a few weeks ago
-> User9 my boyfriend is a RB mechanic and says this has been going on for well over a year now
-> User10 it always makes me mildly uncomfy when people speculate about this stuff
-> User7 girl sit down they’re public figures
-> User10 it can really easily just be a friend out with them and one one of the drivers SO’s though
-> User11 Y/N in her gold digger era bagging two F1 drivers
-> Xx.y/n.xX my contract from professional gaming ensures I don’t need to “bag” anyone thank you very much. Sorry you can’t find one man to love you let alone two ☕️
-> User12 OH MY GOD THAT IS INSANE
-> User13 period Queen 👑
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Story Replies:
DanielRicciardo : you’re going to be in trouble for this one
Landonorris : Danny boy, Max posted it with me while Charles and y/n were on their bathroom break.
Georgerussell63 : Today on Lando breaks the internet
Landonorris : it’s my duty 🫡
Xx.y/n.xX : If I wasn’t so hungover right now I’d be mad about this.
Landonorris : your lovely fiancé told me I should post it
Xx.y/n.xX : my lovely fiancé was almost as drunk as I was and his judgement was impaired
Landonorris : no, max was actually pretty in his right mind.
Xx.y/n.xX : if he wasn’t out getting me and Char coffee right now I’d be more mad about this
Yourbestfriend : best man 🤝🏻 maid of honor 🤝🏻 being menaces to society
Landonorris : you know it sweetheart
Yourbestfriend : sweetheart?
Landonorris : did I stutter ?
Yourbestfriend : 🫣
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User1 E X C U S E M E?????? I know we all went FERAL over Lando’s post last night but WHAT??
-> User2 I just assumed it was one of his friends. I did not realize the rest of the grid was there
-> User3 I bartended for most of the event last night and I can tell you they brought out the club and if you KNEW who it was you’d go INSANE!
-> User1 GIRL YOU CANNOT JUST SAY THAT
-> User3 the couple was ALL OVER each other.
User4 REMBER Y/N’s INSTA THE OTHER DAY??? We NEED to figure out whose hand that ring was on!!!
-> User5 my vote is on Max, Charles and Y/N
-> User6 Y/N’s Val team was posting on their stories that they were in Vegas a couple days ago, why else would they be there?
-> User7 Y/N’s best friend has also been posting that she’s in Vegas.
-> User5 she’s been traveling with the grid also, I think there’s something else going on there with her and a driver as well.
F1forthegirls BREAKING : an unnamed source has confirmed that the party was for Y/N, Max and Charles. The source c confirms that Land and Yourbestfriend rented out the club, set up catering and tapped most of the grid to help decorate.
-> User8 NO FUCKING WAY THIS IS TRUE
-> User9 Until my mother confirms absolutely nothing is true!
-> User10 WHEN DID THEY GET TOGETHER THIS IS INSANE
-> User3 they were like a bunch of love drunk idiots last night it’s definitely real. Those boys WORSHIP her
-> User11 WE NEED MORE DETAILS @ user3
-> User3 nah they deserve to keep is mostly private! They haven’t even announced yet and this leaked!
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Xx.y/n.xX Max and Charles have the best pit crews but I have the best “I Do” crew.
User14 I AM SO SORRY BUT W H A T THE ACTUAL FUCK
-> Xx.y/n.xX ahh you can’t say fuck, penalty.
-> User14 HELLO???
Danielricciardo I made a great pick with the last decorations
-> Xx.y/n.xX 🙄
-> Landonorris I HELPED
-> Xx.y/n.xX no boys allowed ✋🏻❌
Yourbestfriend girly really goes for it with the hard launches
-> Xx.y/n.xX it’s my specialty 🤭
User15 are we just not going to ask when this happened???
-> User16 so it was totally y/n in her last post with the MASSIVE engagement ring
-> User17 it looks like a stack my bet is she got two rings actually
-> User18 each boy would’ve definitely gotten her one
-> User19 I NEED THE DETAILS!!!
-> User20 I want to know when they ACTUALLY got together being that they’re apparently ENGAGED now??
Maxverstappen1 what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas
-> Charles_leclerc no you just party too hard to remember
-> Georgerussell63 actually @ oscarpiastri and I needed to drag you and Y/N out of the club, Max was perfectly fine.
-> Maxverstappen1 exactly.
-> User21 WHY AM I THINKING ABOUT LOVE DRUNK MAX GIGGLING WHILE HE FOLLOWS THEM BACK TO THE HOTEL
-> Xx.y/n.xX @ Landonorris drop the vid!!!
Redbullgaming excuse me that’s OUR top frag we’d like to keep her!!!
-> Redbullracing actually she’s coming home with me
-> Scuderiaferrari I feel like we deserve a place in this conversation now also
Yourteammate1 THE BEST WEEKEND 🍾 🎊
-> Yourteammate2 THE BEST BRIDE TO BE
Valorantesports Whatever they’re doing I like it!
-> Xx.y/n.xX admin pulling out the Neon vocie lines 🥹🫶🏻
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Charles_leclerc Together is a wonderful place to be
Xx.y/n.xX Forever and ever and ever!!
Maxverstappen1 of course this is the picture you picked
-> Charles_leclerc it happens to be one of my favorites
-> Xx.y/n.xX they’re all my favorites
Landonorris ITS HAPPENING STAY CALM! STAY CALM!
-> Danielricciardo he is not calm
-> Oscarpiastri he’s definitely not calm
Scuderiaferrari CONGRATULATIONS TO OUR FUTURE FERRARI ROYALTY (and max too we guess)
-> Redbullracing truce?
-> Scuderiaferrari we’re still coming for that world championship
Carlossainz55 🍾🎊🥳 Congratulations!!
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Maxverstappen1 My favorite place is next to you
-> Xx.y/n.xX and Char*
-> charles_leclerc AND CHAR!
DanielRicciardo let the festivities begin!
-> Xx.y/n.xX Danny’s in his wedding planner era
-> DanielRicciardo at your service m’lady
Redbullgaming Two world champions and a soon to be world champion? UNSTOPPABLE!
-> Maxverstappen1 Hell yeah! My crew delivers!
-> Valorantesports Max Verstappen three time world champion pulling out OUR voice lines? AHHHHH
-> Xx.y/n.xX you’re not ready for Max’s Geckko main arc.
Lewishamilton Congrats, mate! Lucky to have gotten a front row seat to your story.
-> Xx.y/n.xX 🫶🏻
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writtenbyan-aries · 11 months ago
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Okay babe, I need a good old fashioned childhood friends to lovers with Sam. Moms are besties or they grew up next door to each other. Maybe reader is a part of their social media team and lives in LA with them? Could comfort Sam after a breakup or reader has a severe panic/anxiety attack and only Sam can get her to calm down? Can turn into smut can just be super soft fluff, I’m open to whatever, I just need some snuggly cuddly Sam.
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You giggled as Sam messed around with the keys of the piano, “I don’t think you’re supposed to play it like that, Sam.”
He laughs, pointing to the key, “You try.”
You tilt your head, poking at the keys with one finger. Sam giggles, reaching over to drag his hand over the keys from one side to the other.
“Sam.” His mom peaks his head into the room, “Gentle, please.”
“Sorry, mom.” Sam looks back at her and you look back, seeing your mom looking in, too. You wave and turn back around, laughing with Sam, “You got in trouble.”
“Did not.” Sam argues and you give him a dramatic sigh, “Did so.”
“Did not.”
“Did so!”
Sam laughs, gently tapping the keys of the piano, “Do you think we’ll be friends forever?” You look over at him, “Do you want to be friends forever?”
He nods, “Yep.”
M i d d l e • S c h o o l
“Is your teacher a jerk?” You looked up at Sam, “Mine yells over everything.”
Sam can’t help but laugh, “Mine spits when he talks.”
“Oh, that’s so gross.” You laugh as you pick at your lunch, “Do you want my fruit cup? I don’t think I’m going to eat it today.”
He nods, “I’ll trade you my brownie for it.” Your eyes go wide, “You love those brownies. Are you sure?”
He nods, sliding it across the lunch table, “Yeah.”
Everybody thought you were a couple. Whenever you weren’t in class, you were side by side, laughing at stupid jokes or making fun of how a teacher said a word - middle schooler stuff.
As middle school went on, you were each discovering yourselves. Both changing everyday in certain ways, but the only thing that stayed the same was your friendship.
H i g h • S c h o o l
High school rolled around and the two of you became three. Colby was added and you all clicked so well. The same speculation of you being with Sam, snowballed into you being with Colby, then you with both of them.
You know, the high school rumors.
No one ever let that get to them. Colby shut those rumors down when he got a girlfriend, and you and Sam just continued doing what you’ve always done.
“They’re cute together.” You nod towards Colby and his girlfriend, “Don’t you think?”
Colby’s girlfriend smiled, she didn’t mind having you around, “I think they’re making fun of us.” Colby scoffs, looking back at Sam, “Can you not.”
Sam laughs, “Sorry, you’re just an easy target. Are you going to that optional band rehearsal?” Colby nods and you chime in, “Going to try and not trip like last time.”
Sam rolls his eyes, “Can we let that go.”
You scrunch up your nose, shaking your head, “No, not for a while.” Sam sighs, “Fine, but only because it’s you.”
You couldn’t lie, there have been feelings for Sam, even way before you understood what they were. You liked being around him, talking to him, FaceTiming him at random times.
You developed a more serious kind of love for Sam, and you were scared of many different things going wrong, or even not going at all.
After graduation, you and Sam remained close, along with Colby. They started up a ghost hunting YouTube channel, and to say it took off, is an understatement.
They were flourishing, quickly at that.
They’ve gotten deals, interviews, requests from people to come investigate their properties, and of course you were there every step of the way.
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“Guess who I just got off the phone with.” You say as you walk into the living room, glancing at Sam as you sit down.
He sets his phone in his lap and looks over at you, “Mm, I don’t know.” He smiles, “Tell me.”
You raise your brow, “What’s up?” He shakes his head, “Nothing, nothing. Who did you get off the phone with?”
You turn towards him, “I just got you and Colby and interview on The Evening Show.”
Sam jumps up off the couch, “What!?”
You laugh, nodding, “You heard me. I got you an interview.”
“With Charles Callahan?” He asks, his eyes wide with excitement, “Are you actually fucking serious?”
“Yes, Sam!” You stand up, scrolling on your phone to show him the details, “It’s all right here.” He lays his hands on top of his head, “Y/n, that’s like, a massively famous talk show.”
You nod, “I know.”
“With Charles Callahan.”
You nod again, laughing, “I know that, too.”
“Oh my god.” He wraps his arms around you, squeezing tight, “I don’t know how you managed, but I love you.”
You freeze. It’s normal for you to say it to them, especially Sam, because you’ve known him longer, but everything felt much different for you.
“Seriously.” Sam leans back, his hands on your shoulders, “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you for everything you’ve done for us.”
You smile, “I get paid for helping you succeed.” You tease, clearing your throat, “You go next week.”
“We.” He corrects you, “We go next week.” He shakes his head, “Does Colby know?”
You shake your head, “I tried calling him, I don’t know what he’s doing.” Sam nods, sitting back down, “I’ll text him, tell him to come home as soon as possible.”
You nod, sitting back down, “Okay.” You prop your arm on the back of the couch, “So.”
He glances up at you, “So.. what?”
“You gonna tell me why you seem off?”
He shrugs, “It’s nothing.”
“It’s something.” You raise your brows, “What’s up?”
He sighs, “I didn’t feel.. okay.” He takes a deep breath, “I broke up with Leah, and..” he laughs slightly, “I don’t think she’s taking it well.”
“What do you mean?” You tilt your head and he shakes his, “She, posted a picture of us afterwards, you know once people started speculating that we did, and she’s just adding fuel to the fire and I’m just..”
“Trying to move past it?” You ask and he nods, “Exactly.”
“Why’d you, um, if you don’t mind me asking, why did you break up?”
A smile plays on Sam’s lips slightly, “She had an issue with you.”
“With me?” You scoff, “Sounds like she has bigger issues to worry about than me.”
He nods, “She said she didn’t like the fact that you lived with me, I told her that we’re not like that, we just- “ he stops talking, looking down at his lap, “If anyone has a problem with you, they now have a problem with me, you know?”
You nod, “Yeah, yeah. I feel like that’s the same for me. I guess a lot of people don’t know how to trust.” You shrug, “I’m sorry that you broke up with her.”
He shakes his head, “She wasn’t helping me in any way.” He looks up, “Not like you do.”
You go to ask, but the front door open, and Colby calls our, “Guys? What’s going on?”
Sam springs up, “Colby?!”
“What happened? Is everything good?” He looks at you and Sam and you nod, “Go ahead, Sam.” Sam looks from you to Colby, “Don’t sit down because you’ll just spring right back up when I tell you this.”
“Tell me what?” Colby asks confused, glancing from you to Sam, “What’s happening?”
“Y/n got is on with Charles Callahan.”
Colby’s goes go wide and he looks at you, “What?! No fuckin’ way, dude.” You nod, “Yes fuckin’ way, dude. You go on next week.”
“Shut the fuck up.” Colby walks over, giving you a hug, “Oh my god.”
“She’s the best, right?” Sam smiles and Colby nods, “The absolute best, holy fuck.”
You laugh, “It’s just an interview. Relax.”
Colby rolls his eyes, “Just an interview..” he mocks you, “Y/n. This is a once in a life time experience. I don’t know how you did it, but Jesus fuck. Good job.”
You smile, “You’re welcome. You’re welcome.”
“Come on, Sam. We have to come up with an announcement post.” Colby walks towards the steps and Sam stays there for a moment, staring at you.
“Go.” You wave him on, “If I get anymore details, you’ll be the first to know.”
He shakes his head, “That’s not-“ he sighs, walking over to press a kiss onto your forehead, “Thank you.”
You so badly want to pull him back in as he is walking away, tell him he missed and kiss his lips, but you don’t. You watch as he makes his way up the steps and sit down.
You start coming up with ideas because you know they’ll be coming to you for an announcement post.
Over the next few days, things seem to be more, interesting, between you and Sam.
He’s been everywhere you are, and you’re everywhere he is. You both use the, there’s a lot of work to do, excuse, but neither one of you will admit that you just want the other as company, mainly because you both just already knew it.
“So I was thinking.” You turn your laptop towards him, “This hotel is the closest to the studio, if you’re okay with that I can book three rooms? Each one has two beds and the one has a nice pull out couch, I think.”
“Why three?” He asks and you shrug, “You and Colby get a room, Mitch and Logan can get one and then I can finally get some peace and quiet.” You smirk at him and he laughs, “Oh I see how it is.”
“Do you want that room? I’m sure Colby won’t mind me-“
“No, no.” He cuts you off, “You’re fine, I was just.. messin’ around, you know.”
You nod, “Yeah, yeah. I got it.” You laugh, “Figured we could get there the night before and that way you and Colby have the day to kind of rehearse your answers.”
He nods, “Sounds good to me.”
You nod, going back to your computer before you sigh, “Can I-“ you look over at him and he’s already looking, “When you said that she didn’t help you like I did..”
You laugh slightly, “What did you mean?”
He shrugs, “Just that.. no one really knows me like you do.”
You nod, “Right, right.” You go back to looking at your laptop and Sam ask, his voice kind of quieter, “What did you think I meant?”
You shrug, looking at him, “Exactly what you said.” You give him a small smile and he nods, “Right.” He clears his throat, “Yeah, I mean. We’ve known each other since we were what, five?”
You laugh, “Yeah, yeah.” You tilt your head, “You still got in trouble for playing the piano the way you did.”
“I did not. My mom just told me to be gentle with the keys, but you remember that?” Sam laughs and you nod, “Yeah, I also remember you-“
“Y/n, I swear to god, If you say-“
“Tripped when you were doing your routine for the band.”
He groans, “That’s it.” He stands up, “This conversation is done. I have to go pack.”
“You have a few days yet, Sam.” You yell and he shakes his head, “Sorry, can’t hear you.” He laughs as he looks back at you, “Come on, help me pick out some good outfits.”
“I’ll be up, let me book these room quick.”
——
“Seems like you’re doing a good job on your own.” You smirk as you lean against his door frame, “Oh, gosh. Wait. I take that back.”
You walk over to his suitcase and pull out a pair of pants, switch these out with that black pair. That’ll go better with this stripped shirt.”
He nods, tossing you the pants, “Yeah, I do didn’t do that on purpose.” He chuckles and you roll your eyes, “I’m sure.”
You laugh, “a white tank will finish this look, is this what you’re wearing for the actual interview?”
He nods, “If you think it’s best.”
You nod, “Oh yeah, I like this a lot. Make sure, well, I don’t have to tell you guys, but just a reminder, as your one manager, take pictures for the gram.”
“It’s so weird.” He laughs and you tilt your head, sitting down on his bed, “What is?”
“You’re my boss.” He shakes his head, “I just, I don’t know. When you asked if we’d be friends forever, I didn’t expect this.”
“Me working for you? Sam, you’re my boss.” You laugh, “But yeah, I get what you mean. Never did I picture us living in LA, I never seen myself getting out of that place.”
“I was taking you with one way or another.” Sam sits down next to you, “You deserved more than what that place gave you.”
You nod, “So did you. And looks like we got it.”
He nods, “We got it.”
“Guys!” Colby yells from down stairs, “Where are you?!”
“That man has impeccable timing.” Sam rolls his eyes and stands up, “Yo, Colby. Up here, man.”
“Oh good, okay.” He walks in, “When do you plan on leaving? Like what day?”
“I booked the hotel rooms a day in advance, so we’ll get there on Wednesday and then your show is Thursday and then Friday we can either come back or so whatever.” You look up at him, “Why?”
“Because I was doing research and they have this bar that just overall looks like a sick experience.” Colby shows you and Sam his phone, “I figured we could do that Friday night?”
“I’ve heard about this place. We definitely have to go.” Sam nods, “Are you up for it?”
You nod, “Yeah. I’m down for it.”
——
The days leading up to leaving were busy. Everyone was around everyone. You had a celebration dinner, people were coming over, to talk about the upcoming show.
People were even talking about how great of a person you were for Sam and Colby.
It was, overwhelming at times, but fully worth it.
“You still scared of flying?” Sam teases as he nudges your arm. You scoff, “Please, with the amount of planes I’ve been on with you guys, that fear is well over conquered.”
“We do fly a lot.” Sam chuckles and you look out the plane window, “At least it’s a short flight.”
He nods, “kinda wish it was longer.” He shrugs, “I don’t know. I like flying.”
You smile slightly and lean back. The rest of the flight was Sam picking on Colby, who is sat in front of you, and small talk.
Mainly about the show coming up. Sam’s nerves, your nerves. Everything but what you wanted to talk about most.
Once you’ve landed and get to the hotel, you make your way up to the rooms, two in one, Sam and Colby in the other, and then you in your room.
You sit down, letting out a sigh as you lay back.
Your mind swirls around the thought of Sam, mainly wondering if you should just push the idea of anything happening between the two of you away or if you should jump on it.
You sit up, making up your mind right then and there.
You walk over to your door, pulling it open and you stop.
“Hey I was just-“
Sam cuts you off, “Can I come in?”
“Yeah, of course.” You move out of the way and he walks in, “I haven’t..” he turns around as you close the door, “.. been fully honest with you.”
You look down, “I know the feelings.”
Sam walks over, cupping your cheeks. He looks into your eyes and takes a deep breath, “You are the person who has been keeping me going. You, y/n..” he smiles, “You feel more like home than everywhere I have been and I just..”
“I have loved you since we were children, even before I knew what love was, Sam.”
“I can’t do anything with thinking about you, fuck. I think I love you a little bit more each day.” His eyes move between your lips and your eyes, “to spend life with you..” he chuckles, his thumb rubbing over your cheek, “..that’s my childhood dream and the more time I spend with you, the deeper I fall.”
Your hands slide up to his face as you nod, “Glad we’re on the same page.”
Your lips meet and he pulls you closer, “I couldn’t be with someone else, knowing you were right here.” He leans back, “I just must have been stuck on thinking it wouldn’t have worked out.”
“You said it first, I know you better than anyone and same goes for you.” You run your hand through his hair and he smirks, “Yeah, we just have that special connection don’t we.”
“We have somethin’ special.” You smile, leaning in to peck his lips again, “So I take it.. Colby is getting his own room?”
“Yeah, that’s what I came to talk to you about.” Sam laughs, “Colby said that if I didn’t tell you he was going to, and I think it would have been better if I just had the guys to do it myself.”
“It was.” You smile, “Definitely was.” You wrap your arms around him and he holds you tight, “I promise, I’m never letting go.”
“You haven’t let go, all these years and I’m still here.” You smile against his chest, “I really don’t want my life to be any different.”
“Really? You wouldn’t change anything?” Sam glances down at you and you look up at him, “I mean..” you laugh slightly, “How about you ask me that, after a nap?”
He nods, “you read my mind.” He smiles and pulls you with him to the bed. You lay down with him and take a deep breath, “Sorry I haven’t said anything either.”
He shakes his head, “Don’t do that, baby.” He kisses your head, “we’re here now.”
You smile at the name, “Yeah baby.” You look up at him, “We’re here now.”
He pulls you in closer, his legs hooking over yours to hold you closer, “I’ve stayed awake at night fighting the urge to just come and cuddle you.”
“You should have just given in.” You smirk and he starts babbling, “I didn’t.. I wasn’t sure if you-“
“Sam.” You lift your head, “I know, I know.”
He laughs and dips his head down to kiss you, “I regret the time I lost, not being able to hold you like this.” You nuzzle your face into his neck, just breathing him in, “It’s fine, Sam. We have the rest of our lives to make up for it.”
He kisses your head, “get some sleep. Colby’s got a list of plans for us for these next few days.”
You laugh, “Of course he does.”
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a new curriculum
written for ‘new’ wc: 517 # | rated: e | cw: no archive warnings apply | tags: established relationship, light bondage, use of d&d dice during sex, eddie "the tease" munson
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“C’mon baby, I know you know this one,” Eddie teased from his perch on Steve’s lap. Between two fingers, he held one of his dice where Steve could see.
Steve wasn’t allowed to touch, his hands tied with a scarf to their headboard. Just look, from a good enough distance to recognize.
Steve was naked. Eddie wasn’t.
“D12?” Steve answered hesitantly, scrunching up his nose.
Steve had gotten two right so far, although the triangular D4 was kind of a gimme. Eddie had rewarded him with a hickey and a handjob until Steve nearly came for them—but he hadn’t told Steve in any detail what would happen when he got one wrong.
When, because Steve had only just started to show an interest in D&D—if that happened around the same time Eddie enticed him with sex for learning types of dice and spells, then that was just a coincidence. Really.
Eddie had started Steve’s education only a week ago.
Today was his first pop quiz.
Eddie hummed, leaning forward until their lips nearly touched. Steve craned his head for an anticipated reward.
Eddie didn’t let him.
“D10, Stevie,” he said. “Very close, though.”
Steve’s eyes fluttered closed as he realized the mistake. As the realization that the free reign Eddie had on him in the moment was about to come to fruition. The implied promise that came with Steve being tied to the headboard and Eddie not removing a single shred of his clothing until he decided to.
Eddie slid off Steve and the bed, padding over to their box of tricks sitting open on the dresser. He set the die with the rest beside it, grabbing another and a length of fabric from the box.
He turned and found Steve watching him, neck extending to try and sneak a peek at Eddie’s decisions. Eddie let him in on one with a grin, raising his hand and letting one end of the black silk blindfold hang loose.
Steve let his head fall back against the pillow with a soft groan. He did and didn’t like the blindfold. It dialed his sensitivity up to eleven, but Eddie pushed and pushed until he had to beg.
Eddie returned to his perch, and Steve sighed under his weight while Eddie tied the blindfold over his eyes. Sitting back up, Eddie traced his fingers through the dark hair on Steve’s chest, humming softly.
The handcuffs clinked as Steve stretched his fingers, arching slightly into Eddie’s touch. A shaky breath left his lips when Eddie traced further down. When he sat up onto his knees and shifted to slowly stroke the hard line of Steve’s cock, Steve bit hard on his bottom lip.
Eddie brought up his other hand and pressed the die to Steve’s flushed skin.
“You tell me what this one is, and I’ll make you cum, baby. No matter your score,” Eddie promised, rolling the die across Steve’s stomach.
Steve nodded, thrusting blindly up into Eddie’s hand.
Eddie couldn’t wait to tell him that he’d have to guess with the blindfold on.
A D20 would be too easy, otherwise.
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