#STOP THEY BOTH LOOK SO GOOD IN THIS VIDEO

[kitten4sannie]

two player game

pairing: gamer boy! yunho x gf! reader

genre: smut with zero plot

summary: you find something worthwhile to occupy your attention while your boyfriend is wrapped up in his current save file.

w.c: 1.7k

warnings: nasty dom! yuyu (bro gets a bit whiny), tiny bit bratty mostly good girl! reader, pet names + name calling, praise + degradation, SIZE KINK 🗣️🗣️🗣️, monster cock yunho agenda, implied throat/hole training, manhandling, edging, cockwarming w throat, messy oral + deep-throating, finger sucking, a (rough) quick fuck bc yunho cums in 0.5 seconds, breeding + bulge kink, creampie <3

a/n: as a certified yunwhore i simply couldn’t pass up the opportunity to write about gamer boy yuyu ~~ honestly i have no excuse for this tbh i just need him so baddddd and this is what i have to do to keep the voices at bay 😔✊🏼 anygays, enjoy lovelies! and if you liked, please consider sharing your thots with me :3 <3

“You said you would stop playing after you finished that level, Yun, come on,” you whined to your boyfriend, who was currently balls deep in the newest video game he just bought. It should’ve been you he was balls deep in, yet here you were, third wheeling to an inanimate object. 

Yunho ducked and weaved around your waving hands that were currently trying to block his view from the flatscreen tv he was locked in on, sitting up from the slouched position he had on the sofa you both were lounging on. 

“Ugh,” you huffed, throwing yourself back into the couch, your arms crossing over your chest. “Whatever.” 

He turned his head for a moment to look at you apologetically, reminiscent of a golden retriever that just got scolded. “I’m sorry, baby, I swear, I’ll get off soon. I’m just…at a really good part right now.” 

“You said that twenty minutes agoooo.” You leaned against Yunho, your cheek squishing into his large shoulder, pawing at his nearest thigh. “Why can’t you play with me, instead of your stupid game?” 

“Oh, I see.” Yunho raised an eyebrow at you, glancing at you through his peripheral vision. “Someone’s in heat, huh?” 

You let out a whimper, kneading at his upper thigh. “I want you, Yun…Please, pay attention to me~” 

Yunho simply spread his thighs apart, your gaze shifting from his mischievous eyes to his poorly concealed cock still trapped inside his black sweatpants. He grunted, reaching down to adjust it, moving his thick length over so that it laid comfortably across the thigh closest to you. “You can have me, princess. I’m right here.” 

Just as you were about to pounce on him, Yunho grasped the bottom of your face in between his slender fingers. “Ahh, ahh, ahh.” Chuckling at the sight of your squished cheeks and confused face, he leaned in, whispering, “Go ahead and cockwarm me, baby, with that pretty little mouth of yours. You can do that for me while I finish this part, mm?” 

The sick bastard was toying with you. Well, two could play at that game. Licking your lips, you got down onto your knees in front of Yunho, fitting yourself in between his open thighs. Without saying a word, you began to run your fingers along his soft length over the material of his pants, tracing the outline of it, feeling it harden underneath your fingertips, making sure to rub your thumb over his pronounced tip, knowing it was sensitive. 

As if on cue, a small whimper escaped Yunho’s straining throat, his eyebrows screwing together as if to concentrate harder, refusing to look down at you. 

Filled with determination to interrupt his gaming, you tugged the waistline of his sweatpants down, your thighs squeezing together from the way his dripping cock smacked heavily up into his lower abdomen. You wrapped your hand around it, humming at how warm it felt within your grasp, lowering yourself down to slowly drag your tongue from the base up to the tip, licking around the tip until it shined. Lightly sucking it into your mouth, you palmed his balls one at a time, squeezing them suddenly, earning another whimper from your boyfriend. 

“You’re playing dirty, princess,” Yunho grunted, pressing his back into the couch, glancing down at you just in time to watch a good majority of his pulsing cock disappear down your throat. “Fuck, what a good slut…” He stroked the top of your head like he would with a cat, nodding approvingly. “I trained your throat well, haven’t I? Now, stay just like that while I play, okay?” 

Your cheeks grew warm from hearing your boyfriend’s polarizing praise, unable to keep yourself from letting his thick length push even deeper down into your throat, breathing shallowly through your nose, your lips already stinging at the corners. “Mmmrfff….” You stayed still for as long as you could with his oversized cock pressing against your tongue and throat, beads of saliva dripping past your mouth and down along his slick skin, using your hand to lube up what you couldn’t fit inside your mouth in the meantime. 

Yunho shuddered from underneath your touch, his half-closed eyes shifting downwards to burn the image of his tiny girlfriend, who was currently being swallowed by one of his many hoodies, trying her absolute best to fit his big cock inside her mouth. Your stark size differences always made him throb, made him want to take advantage of them in every way he could. “Look at you, taking all of me like that, baby…Take some more, okay?” he exhaled, sliding his slender fingers into your hair and bucking his hips up, fucking himself into your tight, warm throat. 

“Mmnn…!” you moaned back, squeezing your hands into his large thighs, feeling his muscles tighten up underneath your fingertips. You were so wet already, you had no choice but to squeeze your bare thighs together as a poor attempt to keep from soaking the carpet underneath you. Being enveloped in your boyfriend’s warm cologne and clothes while he ruthlessly shoved his cock down your throat was simply too much for a sensitive girl like you to handle without creaming yourself. 

“So tight, princess, just like your wet little cunt, huh?” he groaned out, opting to wrap his fingers around the back of your neck and continue shoving himself into your throat, rolling his hips up in a quick, sloppy fashion, with clear desperation, and a need to give his pretty cum dump a load to gulp down. He audibly hummed at the choked moans and gasps you were letting out, pulling out just to roughly slap his cock down onto your lolled out tongue, grunting and groaning as he shot thick spurts of cum down your throat. He tried to control his panting, wanting to hear your answer to his next question. “You sounded so hot, choking and moaning on my cock like that. You soaked your panties just from getting throat-fucked, didnt you, baby?” 

“Uh-huhhh,” you purred, your voice a bit gravelly from the abuse your throat took, swallowing down most of his load, only sticking your tongue back out when he reached down to push two fingers over it and into the back of your throat. 

Yunho watched with awe as you didn’t seem to gag, humming at the feeling of you sucking the rest of his pre-cum and other mixed fluids from his slender digits. “That’s my good girl…so well trained now…fuck.” 

You moaned onto his fingers that continued to lazily slide over your tongue and occasionally down into your throat, slowly pulling away to purr, “My cunt’s trained too, Yuyu. Don’t you wanna fill up my other hole, see how well I can handle your cock now?”  

Not caring that he had been missing out on the important lore that was playing out in the current cutscene the entire time, Yunho tossed his controller out of the way and lifted you up from the floor, taking a second to push your soaked panties out of the way before he sat you down onto his cock. He let out a small growl, watching your cunt swallow the thick tip of his cock and slowly take the rest of him inch by inch. “God, you’re still so fucking tight, princess…” Yunho pressed his lips onto your ear, rubbing his hands up and down your waist, the borrowed hoodie you wore bunching up near your tummy. “Mm, but you can’t help having such a tiny pussy, can you? So small and cute…perfect for my big cock to fuck full…” 

“Perfect for you, Yun, just for you–nnngh…!” you gasped sharply, just as your boyfriend began ramming himself up into you, his hands tightening the grip they had around your soft waist, using you like you were his own perfectly crafted cocksleeve. “So big, so biggg, fuck–”

“And you’ll fit it all inside your perfect cunt, just like you always do, won’t you, baby? Yeah, just like that,” he groaned out, lowering one hand down to your tummy to rub circles over it, feeling his own cock as it slammed into your cunt each and every time. It never failed to make him feel so dizzy, knowing you were this small, yet you could always take his cock like a champ. “That’s my girl, look at you go, baby, letting me breed you like this…so good for me…” 

“So good, so good for you, Yuyu…” You gripped his shoulders tightly, your nails digging into them through his hoodie, unable to keep yourself from moving your hips down whenever he fucked up into you, growing more and more desperate now that you were on the edge of ecstasy. “Gonna cum…oh my god, breed me, please…!” 

“Gonna fuck you so full of my load, princess…” Yunho tossed his head back into the couch, his deep groans gradually turning into a staccato of whiny, higher-pitched moans, still able to forcefully drive you down onto his cock, but his thrusts growing increasingly sloppy and desperate. All Yunho had to do was lift his head back up to look at your pretty fucked out face and how effortlessly tiny you looked wearing his hoodie to reach his limit, immediately pumping his hot load into you as soon as it began spurting out of his aching cock. “You feel that, baby? All the cum I’m fucking into you…?” 

“Mmhmm…!” It felt so good, you started to cry. “I love it, Yuyu…” 

Just as his cockhead roughly kissed your cervix for the last time, Yunho felt your cunt lock around him like a vice, something warm and wet coating his cock and lap. “Fuck, you just came all over my cock, didn’t you?” He chuckled, rubbing your back in small circles. “Always making such a mess, aren’t you, babygirl?” 

“It’s all your fault, Yun,” you whined softly into Yunho’s shoulder, hugging onto him for dear life, your vision fading in and out. If you had came any harder, you would’ve passed out, though it was always like this whenever you were around your irresistible boyfriend. 

“Mm, why don’t you remind me of who it was that interrupted my gaming session?” He sent a playful smile your way, booping your nose when you pouted. “Oh baby, next time, just ask me if we can switch to a two player game~” 

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[dissapointu]

“More to Love”

How each of the main Arcane characters treats you as a chubby partner, supports you through insecurities, and makes you feel completely loved:

Jinx

Jinx is immediately drawn to your softness, both inside and out. She’s not one to care about societal norms or what people say about appearances, and she makes that very clear.

“Who cares what they think?” she says, draping herself across you like a cat. “You’re perfect just the way you are. Besides, all this?”—she squeezes your side playfully—“makes you the best cuddle buddy ever.”

Jinx can sense when you’re feeling insecure, even if you don’t say it out loud. She’ll do anything to cheer you up: crack jokes, pull you into impromptu dance sessions, or draw silly caricatures of people who make you feel less-than.

When she notices you being hard on yourself, she’ll sit you down and make you look her in the eyes. “You’re mine, okay? I don’t want anyone else, so stop thinking you’re not good enough for me. You’re more than enough.” Her words may be blunt, but the sincerity in her voice is undeniable.

She loves running her fingers along your curves, tracing patterns absentmindedly while cuddling. “You’re like a human marshmallow,” she says with a grin. “Sweet, soft, and impossible not to love.”

Vi

Vi is fiercely protective of you, and your insecurities are no exception. She’s always the first to notice when you’re down on yourself and refuses to let those thoughts win.

“Hey,” she says firmly, gently tipping your chin up to meet her eyes. “Don’t talk about yourself like that. I love every inch of you—every single inch. Got it?”

She’s all about actions, too. If someone makes a rude comment about your weight, they’re likely to get a very stern talking-to (or worse) from her. “No one messes with my girl,” she’ll growl, wrapping an arm around you protectively.

Vi also has a way of making you feel like the most beautiful person in the world without even trying. Whether she’s pulling you into her lap, complimenting the way your clothes fit, or leaving kisses along your jawline, she never misses an opportunity to show you how much she loves you.

“More of you to love,” she says with a cheeky grin, kissing your cheek. “Lucky me.”

Caitlyn

Caitlyn’s love for you is steadfast and unwavering. She’s always been someone who values a person’s heart and character above all else, and she makes sure you know that.

“Darling, your worth isn’t tied to your size,” she tells you gently, holding your hands in hers. “You’re beautiful to me in every way that matters.”

Caitlyn is incredibly supportive when it comes to helping you feel confident. She loves taking you shopping for clothes that make you feel amazing, offering compliments that never feel forced. “That color looks stunning on you,” she’ll say with a smile, her eyes sparkling with genuine admiration.

When insecurities creep in, Caitlyn is patient and understanding. She’ll sit with you, listen to your concerns, and remind you of all the reasons she fell in love with you. “You’re my everything,” she whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “And nothing will ever change that.”

Ekko

Ekko is all about making you feel like a rockstar. He loves hyping you up, whether it’s complimenting your smile, your laugh, or the way you light up a room just by being in it.

“Do you even realize how incredible you are?” he asks, spinning you around playfully. “Because if not, I’ll remind you every single day.”

He’s quick to shut down any negative thoughts you have about yourself. “You’re so much more than what you see in the mirror,” he says, pulling you into a hug. “You’ve got this light, you know? And I’m the luckiest guy in the world to be near it.”

Ekko’s favorite thing is dancing with you, holding you close and spinning you around like you’re the star of your own music video. He loves how free and alive you look when you let go of your insecurities, and he’ll do anything to make you feel that way more often.

Silco

Silco may not be the most openly affectionate partner, but his devotion to you is undeniable. He values your intelligence, your loyalty, and your kindness above all else, and he makes sure you know it.

“You underestimate yourself,” he says, his voice calm but firm. “You see flaws where I see strength. Don’t let anyone, not even yourself, diminish your worth.”

When you express insecurities, Silco listens intently, his gaze sharp and focused. He doesn’t offer empty platitudes but instead reminds you of the qualities that make you unique. “You’ve faced so much, and yet you stand tall. That’s what I admire most about you.”

Though he’s not one for public displays of affection, Silco shows his love through small, meaningful gestures: a hand on your back, a kiss on your temple, or the way he always makes time for you, no matter how busy he is.

“You’re mine,” he says simply, his voice low and steady. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Vander

Vander is a comforting presence, always making you feel safe and cherished. His love is warm and steady, like the foundation of a home.

“You’ve got nothing to be insecure about,” he says, pulling you into a bear hug. “You’re perfect to me, just the way you are.”

Vander has a way of making you feel loved through his actions. He’ll cook your favorite meals, leave little notes of encouragement, and hold you close whenever you need reassurance. “You’ve got a heart bigger than anyone I’ve ever met,” he tells you, his voice full of pride. “And that’s what matters.”

When you’re feeling down, Vander’s the first to remind you of your worth. “The world’s tough enough without you being hard on yourself,” he says gently. “Let me worry about keeping you safe, and you just focus on being the amazing person you already are.”

All of these characters love you for who you are, making it clear that your worth goes far beyond appearances. Whether it’s through words, actions, or unwavering support, they remind you every day just how loved and cherished you are.

[motomamita]

loser!könig × female!reader

warnings: +18, smut, cunnilingus, sex!

loser!könig

a simple photo of your breasts was enough for könig to become the most submissive and needy being in the entire universe. And how to blame him? It was the first time that a girl agreed to have a conversation with him without leaving him in seen or blocking him.

from that moment on, not a day went by when könig sent you a good morning message or a photo of his fat cock showing through his jeans. sometimes you ignored him or took a while to respond, but he always answered instantly. könig didn't mind staying up late talking to you or having to look at his cell phone constantly waiting for your response, he loved the little attention you gave him.

some nights he would surprise you by sending you videos of him masturbating while moaning your name and telling you in an agitated voice how much he needed you there with him. he set your photo as his wallpaper and, sooner rather than later, asked for your bank account information to send you money every time you delayed responding.

soon könig proposed that you meet him in his city, he wanted to meet you in person. you hesitated at his proposal but soon changed your mind when you noticed the amount of money he had sent you, it was enough to pay for a plane ticket to his city. it was all paid for, so how can you say no?

you met könig in a hotel room that he had reserved for both of you. in photos he looked huge and in person it was even more so. he covered almost the entire door frame, his muscles were visible through his t-shirt and his face expressed absolute desire. in his hand he carried a bouquet of roses that he had bought especially to receive you and a bottle of champagne.

you both didn't talk much. there was no need either, you both knew what you were going for.

könig had you under him, hugging your bare legs preventing you from escaping while his big cock entered and exited you. your pussy stretched deliciously with each thrust while your clitoris rubbed against his skin. könig breathed close to your face, fixing his gaze on every expression of pleasure and how you desperately asked him to slow down a little.

"cutie, i can't stop, i can't..."

könig increased the speed of his thrusts, sinking you into the mattress and approaching your face to kiss you desperately. your tongues played with each other and his alcoholic breath invaded you completely.

"are you going to cum? uh? i can feel your pussy squeezing my fat cock. come on, cum in my mouth."

könig pulled out of you and brought his mouth to your wet pussy. he licks and sucks every part of your folds like he's wanted to do it for a long time, and he did. he brought his large hands to your thighs and squeezed them tightly, preventing you from closing your legs.

you pulled his hair hard as your orgasm hit. könig moaned over your pussy and tried to collect all your flavor with his tongue.

before you could react, he sat up and positioned himself on top of you jerking his cock quickly while moaning your name. in a matter of seconds his abundant warm cum fell onto your belly and a moan of relief left his mouth.

"fuck, cutie... now, can you let me cum inside you, please, please?"

with a face like that, how can you refuse? :(

[submattenthusiast]

dad!dilf!matt blurb cockwarming

"sweeheart we can't there's people 'round" he said, trying to resist you. matt's eyes followed the various people mindlessly passing by you both. "and the kids what if they come back" he motioned towards the water that occupied them for now. you continued to slide your fingers in the waistband of his swim trunks, needing to break him down. "they're fine matt and we'll be covered up so only we'll know" you plead "cmon... i see the tent forming, let me help". matt gave up on trying to stop your wandering fingers with a sigh. you were right and he knew it, his cock was aching for you. he took one last look around before nodding, giving into you.

pushing the tinted sunglasses on his straw-hat to see properly, he kept watch while hurridedly pulling his cock out his trunks and ushered for you to straddle him. you grabbed the blanket from beside you and hovered over him. quickly, you slide the bikini bottom to the side so matt could slip inside you. matt's hands find your waist to glide you down on him. still being cautious he holds back a deep groan as you take him fully. sat on his cock you let a moan slip, forgetting were you were for a second.

covering your bodies with the blanket, you relax into matt's firm chest. you caressed his hands, sensing that he was still slightly on edge. "relax, it's done we're good" you coo. matt takes a hand off you for a second to pull his glasses back down and adjust his "dad hat". "i'm relaxed, i'm cool, we're just cuddling" he tried to convince himself. you giggle at his antics, "just cuddling?" you tease, clenching around him. his smile faded into a o shape as your walls clamped around him. "fuck, sweets y' said no funny business" he groaned.

a/n - got this idea randomly. inspired by matt in the dti video!

[orchestrated-haunting]

using my classics degree for good. i cannot wait for 3.0

my notes from my first watch through of "Amphororeus' Saga of Heroes" under the cut. please note that i did this at 8am with minimal double and triple checking of sources

Aglaea- Aglaea in mythology is the child of zeus and is one of the three Charities in Greek myth; according to Dionysiaca she is one of the "dancers of Orchomenus" who tend to Aphrodite. Helped Aphrodite in her attempt to weave better than Athena by holding and passing Aphrodite the yarn. She also acts as Aphrodite's messanger. Her drip marketing also mentioned her connection to romance so her being a stand in for Aphrodite feels like a easy call

Tribbie- hermes or hecate (likely a combination) she's a messenger like hermes, however the description of "the three-faced" is usually used in description of Hecate goddess of the crossroads

Anaxa- likely the athena parallel as said to have enough knowledge to refute faith and is capable of killing gods. this is in line with athena's domains of wisdom and the logical side of combat; eyepatch is similar to odin of norse mythology as he exchanged one of his eyes for all the knowledge in the world; Anax is the attic greek word for "tribal cheif, lord, or military leader"; there are also several notable figures who have the prefix anax- in their name Anaxandridas II (a king of sparta) and anaxagoras and anaxarchus (both philosphers)

Hyacine - name from hyacinthus, lover of apollo and where we get the name of hyacinths from; she also "severs dawn from dusk" which makes me feel more than confident in her being the apollo parallel

Mydei- ares parallel, lion symbolism is common with warriors in ancient greece; hercules wore the skin of a lion he killed. the rest of it is vibes based but look at him; could not find any strong name parallels immediately as both Medea and Midas do not have many war-like contributions; however medea is close enough to mydei in pronunciation. medea was the daughter of Aeetes and lover of Jason from the argonauts and granddaughter to the sun god Helios; fire motifs, could be connection to hephaestus but i'd need more before i make that call; japanese version uses Mydeimos which points to Deimos, the god of terror and twin brother of Phobos the god of fear, both of which are children of Ares and Aphrodite (thank you @/integraseras for connection)

Cipher- fleet-footed hunter and said to "make time stop" while i can't think of any deity that specifically can do that the fleet-footed hunter aspect along with her being feminine strongly implies to me an artemis parallel; "make time stop" is interesting because in some stories and accounts the gods could stop time to communicate with a single hero or person without others noticing their presence

Castorice- "daughter of the river styx" and other death motives makes her almost certainly Hades; this is likely unrelated but one of the twins of the Diocusi (gemini twins) is named Castor however they are the children of Zeus, however castor was born mortal and pollux was born immortal, eventually they made a deal in which they would spend half of the time with the gods and the other half in the underworld

Phainon- couldnt find one of the olympians that fight however the god Phaenon is the sky god of Cronus (the planet Saturn); name means "bright" or "shining"; this could also be our Zeus figure due to Phaenon being called "the star of Jove" (Jove being another name for Zeus in roman myth)

(following names were from the video description but no other info was given)

Hysilens- name possibly comes from the combination of the gods Silenus and Hysminai; silenus is the god of wine, drunkenness, and the forest while also the foster father of Dionysus. Hysminai is the personification of combat; likely stand in for Dionysus

Cerydra- name has some parallels to the hydra the lake monster of Lerna in the Argolid, cer- could possibly (very unlikely) come from cerberus; my money would be on them being the parallel for posideon; the hydra was also one of hercules 12 labors and the lake Lerna was said to be an enterence to the underworld, possibly connecting cerberus in there, as cerberus is the guard dog of the underworld

Two unnamed characters: also there Gods that haven't been explicitly shown: Hera, Hestia, Demeter and Hephaestus. I could see hoyo combining Hera and Hestia into a single character of marriage, hearth and home

Other notes:

the gods were said to have gold blood

Amphoreus from the greek vessel style of a container with a long neck and two handles used to store oil, wine, milk, or grain. Amphorae were sometimes used as grave markers or as containers for funeral offerings or human remains and Amphora was also used as a unit of measure

the titans in the trailer = titans in myth; the conflict that follows is basically the equivalent of the war in mythology between the olympians and the titans

[bathic]

⌜KHJ/FR/JWY⌟

It wasn’t like McDonald’s wasn’t hiring, or the grocery store down the block didn’t blast on every job-finding website about how they were in desperate need of young, fresh, youth with little to no experience to bag customers purchases. And while you and your two housemates wouldn’t knock it for the ones pursuing those opportunities; that line of pay was just not enough to make it work. And sex sells so much better than burgers. ↳ Warnings: Camera sex, Frottage, mentions of threesome, filming sexual acts, hand-jobs, two dicks in one hand (lmao), some cum.

“Could you just… yeah… a little to the— no, too far. Okay, keep going… stop!” You switched your sight on the viewfinder, fingers adjusting the focus and leveling the brightness out.

“I get we are amateurs, but shouldn’t you have had the camera at least set-up and ready before we got our cocks out?”

“I just bought this thing yesterday, cut me some slack, Joong.”

[Camera zooms in; focus blurs]

“Dammit—“

“Should have spent the rest of the afternoon yesterday figuring out how to work that thing instead of running off to hook-up with San at that stupid frat party.” Hongjoong looked at you with a very mild expression of exasperation. Propped back on his elbows with the bottom of his long-sleeved shirt shoved above his pecs to display his entire abdomen in all its fleshy glory— from dusky nipples to the barely visible happy trail that paved a nice little path to his flaccid cock.

“He’s got you there.”

You fixed Wooyoung with a half-hearted glare, “I wasn’t ‘running off to hook up’ with San… okay, I was— at first. But when I got to his fraternity house, the poor guy was in total freak-out mode.”

[Camera focuses]

“Shit, I think I got it—“

“Finally!”

“Why was he freaking out?”

When you look back up, Wooyoung is mirroring Hongjoong’s pose; laid back on elbows, legs bent at the knees up and spread to give a hood eyeful of his thick tanned thighs, soft cock and the dark bush at the base of his shaft. He chose to not roll his black t-shirt up but plucked the bottom of it up and mouth so that every bit of skin below his belly button was visible.

“Apparently,” You shift to position your hand comfortably into the holding strap, finger perched at the ready against the recording button. “Jongho and his roommate had decided to use his room for some fun and got caught using one of his stuffed animals as a knee cushion.”

Wooyoung seemed to know exactly what you were talking about despite having asked the inquiry to San’s emotional state, snapping his fingers with widened eyes. “The blowjob video! Remember,” He faces Hongjoong with his lips pursed outward, eyebrows raised excitedly. “I mentioned that Jongho and his roomie had sent a recording of her sucking him off to rile me up. That was that!”

Hongjoong rolled his eyes, shifting his gaze back to you.

“Are you ready? The draft in here is making my foreskin cold.” He grimaced at the chill causing his skin to pebble up on his exposed stomach.

“Ready when you both are.”

Wooyoung grumbled under his breath, pouting slightly at having the conversation completely stunted before it even got good. Leave it to Hongjoong to be a buzzkill.

“Wooyoung, the lube.”

The younger of the two men reached an arm back blindly to grab at the abandoned bottle of non-scented lubrication, popping the cap with his thumb and squeezing a copious amount of clear goop onto his palm. You swooped in to collect the bottle and tossed it out of frame. Wooyoung looked over at Hongjoong to see him eyeing the slight bubbled blob with a curled lip.

“What?”

“You’re jerking us off not sticking your fist up my ass. Was that much really necessary?”

Wooyoung groans, head flopping back dramatically. “Do you have to complain about every little thing someone does?”

Before Hongjoong could settle into ‘not everyone, just you’ speech, you interrupted with a shove to both of their knees. “Save it till after we’ve filmed this, yeah?”

“Whatever.” Wooyoung without further comment, scooted closer to Hongjoong until the back of their bare thighs touched and balls lightly pressed together. His hand curled around his own soft cock first, giving it a couple tugs before moving to curl his long fingers around Hongjoong’s. All three of you watched the tricky finessing, the lube making it harder to really wrangle both cocks into Wooyoung’s fist.

“Joongie, move a bit closer. Can’t grab your cock—“

Hongjoong huffed, ignoring the heat burning at his ears and neck as he inched closer. The feeling of his skin shifting and pressing tight against Wooyoung’s made his cock twitch, something he chose to ignore in favor of adjusting himself back onto his elbows and letting his legs widen for the camera in your hand. You gave him a thumbs up, peeking from over the viewfinder.

“Lookin’ good.”

Wooyoung, with his lubed hand now properly wrapped around both of their cocks, gave the signal for you to press the record button.

[Red light blinks on; timestamp appears onto screen of viewfinder; camera recording]

Hongjoong looks at the camera, at that red indicator for a good long second before shifting his gaze down at his lubed cock, held firm in Wooyoung’s fist. Seeing the slightly flushed head disappear then reappear alongside his roommate's bulbous tip, wrinkled skin tugging back like the wrapper on a push-pop, made every grievance he had for this ludicrous idea burn up into thin speckling’s of ash. The sight was undeniably hot, to you, to him, to Wooyoung who had let pretty little whines fall past his self-bitten lips without a single care.

“Fuck—“ Wooyoung flexed his fingers a bit, adjusting some to bend closer to his inner hand so that the blunt ends of his nails lightly scratched against Hongjoong’s shaft.

You watched them through the viewfinder with rapt attention, sucking your bottom lip between teeth. It doesn’t take a scientist to admit how downright good-looking your housemates are, both tanned, nicely built without the overdone bulging muscles of some steroidal chemical, pretty thick lips and shapely noses. You remembered briefly after a long night bar hopping with a couple of your girlfriends— one slurring over her words as you stumbled to maintain not only her deadweight but your own decline in equilibrium, that she thought you were not only the luckiest person to be alive and the most stupid… to also be alive.

At that point, you had been housemates for about two years with Hongjoong and Wooyoung. And only that.

To her— that made you the biggest idiot on campus. Living with two of the finest men and yet all you ever did with them was watch reruns of SNL and play ‘who can chug the most seltzer water within thirty seconds without throwing up’— Hongjoong holds that title quite proudly, even if he ended up vomiting just a moment after you did. Wooyoung didn’t even last the first three gulps before blowing the drink out of his nose and subsequently choking on the remainder that escaped down the wrong pipe.

No, you didn’t sleep with them… at first.

But now all three of you had just passed the mark of four and a half years of living together and somewhere down the hazy path did you end up with Wooyoung’s cock far down your throat while taking up one of the few stalls with a working toilet in some grimy underground club, knees bruised with small squares of toilet paper you thought would help cushion them imbedded into your skin. Hongjoong, an idea that wasn’t so grand, ate your pussy out on the couch after eating extra spicy jjajangmyeon (curtesy of you and your need to bet on everything) which caused an unfavorable burn to light up between your legs. And while both instances weren’t exactly ideal, they did open the doors into something physical between the three of you.

Something that came with a whole inner circle of friends and a long conversation of not-so exclusive exclusivity.

You were free to sleep with whoever you wanted whenever you wanted— as long as it was only with those in that inner circle. Which meant the mutual friends that bridged between Hongjoong and Wooyoung were fair game, something they themselves agreed on, except for Jongho whom preferred to keep his ‘benefits’ with his own roommate. You had no objections so long as they also kept to the inner circle and even encouraged them to try things with a few of your own friend's (Wooyoung to dabble with Jongho and his roomie for example).

Hongjoong parted his fingers down the center, using the triangular space to slot the base of his cock into, a huffy moan rattling up from his throat. He squeezed— once, twice, three times with every downward drag of Wooyoung’s hand, his nails igniting a tingling path in their wake.

“I can feel your balls twitching against mine.”

You would have laughed if not for the heavily erotic situation. Wooyoung fisting their combined cocks while panting roughly, eyes lidded and focused solely on Hongjoong across from him.

Hongjoong fared no better. His skin flushed from his cheeks down to his neck and along his exposed abdomen, nipples hard where they catch against the crumpled fabric of his shirt lying sloppy against his upper chest. He watched the camera, giving the lens sultry looks and unabashed moans. It made you feel like he was looking at you through the camera.

“Yeah? Feels good… shit, your hand feels good on my cock.”

Wooyoung rolled his head back with a perfect view of every knob along the column of his throat, a gravelly groan shifting his Adam’s apple.

“Don’t— Don’t say things like that, might blow my load early. Wanna… fuck… wanna come together.”

You figured that Wooyoung was playing it up a bit but taking a real good look at his raised brows and parted lips, the sweat on his upper lip and forehead telling enough of how much he was truly into this. Mutually jacking off his roommate and himself struck a profound nerve somewhere within him— it almost made you just a tad bit envious.

Hongjoong’s toes curled, the dribble of precum he could feel at his tip caught on the camera. If you tried hard enough, you could practically imagine the taste of it on your tongue. That thought alone was enough to make your shift a bit, careful not to shake the camera out of focus.

“‘M getting close, Youngie. Go faster.”

Wooyoung’s slicked up hand moved quicker along their cocks, tightly squeezing both shafts and jerking from the base to the tips in one long drag. The rubbing, the moaning, the heat and the skin contact from one underside to the next was enough to throttle Hongjoong over the edge, his cum bubbling up in short spurts that coated his roommates hurried fist. Wooyoung befell to his own orgasm, shuddering enough that his leg accidentally kicked out and shook you from your kneeled position. His cum shot up like a milky geyser, splattering over his shirt and both of their lower extremities.

You gaped at the amount before clicking the stop button and moving the camera from away from your face.

“Dude… I think we might have just made something that’ll pay next month's rent in full.”

Hongjoong huffs, head lolling to the side to lay on his shoulder. “You think?”

Wooyoung plops back, his chest heaving and soiled hand rubbing mindlessly across a clean patch of his shirt.

“I can’t feel my legs— or my arm.”

You scooch closer to them, knees knocking into the sides of their lower legs. “I don’t think— I know. Definitely one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen before. To be honest, I’m a bit jealous.”

Hongjoong reaches a handout to gather some of his and Wooyoung’s cum from his inner thigh, presenting his evenly coated fingers to you with a sly curl to his lips.

“Can’t forget to pay the camerawoman.”

And you wouldn’t dare dream of rejecting such a lovey offer.

[just-your-average-author]

TIT RECAP/THOUGHTS

SPOILERS OBV

Okay so firstly the open PSA that Dan wrote about "no photos or videos if you do, I will sue your ass to the ground" and "no flash photography do you want Phil to fall off the stage...again?!?!?" killed me. it was so cute

preshow playlist, stunning, beautiful all around bops.

the sudden cut off of the music and lights to signal the show started, genuinely shocked and I was SAT let me tell you.

THEY CAME OUT AND THEY WERE REAL?!? NOT A SIMULATION?? listen I still can't get over that, I can't believe they were real people who look and sound exactly like they do on my tv at home!! I was so focused on them and soaking every moment in, I couldn't handle it

have I mentioned how attractive they are?!?!?

okay also literally Phil straight up STOPPED THE SHOW BECAUSE HE HAD TO SNEEZE AND DAN JUST STARED AND WAS LIKE PHIL WTF and I loved every second I was like yes this is straight up what they do in videos, let's have our little squirrel moment babes.

plus it made it feel even more silly and improv, overall I know obv they scripted a lot but it was sooo interactive and they ad libbed so much and I adored it

the dollhouse recap i swear wtf. first off, it was such a creative and fun idea and the different sets, and dressed up dolls that the clothes matched!! also okay I'm so sorry I had no idea the random sex positions would be a theme of the show so I was gobsmacked, but the 69ing during pinof??? "so we did what 2 closeted twinks did upon meeting each other for the first time.... put sharpie's cat whiskers on!!!" shut up for the love.

I genuinely loved the role model or no-el model segment. my show was in NC so they first option for Dan as the Mr. Lawyer was he bans ___ and someone said south carolina and they both just were rendered speechless and were like damn oh dear but laughing too.

The boxing match was so hot dear heavens, Dan's expression when Phil came out in the fake- *cough* I mean very real abs. He was acting for his LIFE.

the confessions were so good, just wish it lasted a little longer. the yapping was good and also idk if this was standardized but the whole thing where Phil said "I have a cute but also sociopathic thing going on and I think it's working for me 😌" like shut up you're so adorable

omg the quick change where they kept their mics on and narrated so many innuendos I was dying omg so silly and so funny I loved it. I was really impressed with how fast they changed, but also talked the whole time.

I loved every single solitary part of this show and I loved how they joked about how they were sorry we all went to school with whiskers then got out in the trash (cause yeah basically) and how they literally did raise us and should be blamed for us being feral not our actual legal guardians.

okay so. this show 9/10. here's where the last 1 point went.

please don't kill me, but I wasn't a fan of the song. I'm not entirely sure what it was, but the whole show was so raw and perfect and then the song was just really synthetic and overly autotuned where I personally didn't even hear their voices. like I couldn't tell who was singing which part. the ukulele part was cute, and I really hoped that would've been all of it, I guess the internet is here and interactive introverts and everything's fine just was so good you couldn't raise the bar again, but that was just my personal opinion, I know a lot of people loved the song and it was catchy and cute, I'm just not personally a fan of kpop/synthesized music so I was a little disappointed in the song but the dancing slapped so hard.

Dan flawlessly executing every move and strut and making eye contact with us while Phil very intentionally was focused on not tripping or walking off the stage and looking at Dan a few times to check if he was doing it right MY HEART.

cuties, gay, both of them, love them

overall I spent last night frantically calculating if I could afford to spontaneously go see the Nashville show as well and spend another 10 hours in the car today but regretfully thought against it.

[myersesque]

ok. so. viktor is my favourite character in arcane. i am also physically disabled and hate the Magical Miracle Eugenics Disability Cure trope with a fiery passion. naturally i have a lot of opinions about where his character is going, but for now, here's a relatively simple one:

internalised ableism has always been part of viktor's character. he describes himself as "a poor cripple from the undercity" (yes, quoting how other people speak about him, but still); he shies away from the spotlight even when jayce encourages him; as a child, he directly acknowledges his disability as the reason other children don't associate with him.

i watched a video essay recently ("how arcane writes men" by schnee) that identified viktor's tendency to just suck it up and push through his problems rather than dwelling on them as a stereotypically masculine trait, which he is written to both subvert and lean into. whilst i agree with that to some extent, i think for viktor specifically it's more of an insight into a very common mindset for disabled people to have; a lot of us do not want to be pitied, and understand that acknowledging our hardships will often unfortunately lead to being treated as attention seeking. he doesn't dwell on things because he can't, unless he wants to be looked down on more than he already is; he's already had to fight to even be acknowledged as more than somebody's assistant, or respected as a zaunite living and working in piltover. i can't imagine he's keen to show any further "weakness"; he only ever cries when he's alone. it makes sense that he'd want to save himself rather than relying on anybody else.

the dangerous thought process of "fixing" people with the hexcore begins with that desire to save himself. at first he's just trying to stop his illness from killing him, but then he progresses to carving runes into his leg, seemingly in the interest of fixing his limp - which works, albeit temporarily. he seems aware enough of the implications of what he's doing to be somewhat ashamed of it (or, at the very least, enough to hide it from jayce). i've seen a lot of (mostly able bodied) people interpret the scene of him running down the pier as victorious, but it always felt bittersweet and scary to me; the dark, painful fantasy of "fixing" the thing the world has always looked down on you for, and the unsettling knowledge that you were never supposed to exist that way. a man experiencing a moment of joy only when he has detached himself from a core aspect of his being; self hatred disguised as progress. he only seems to register the horror of what he's doing when it kills sky.

it's not a leap to say that, with the hexcore dulling his emotions and blurring the lines of his ethical code, he would turn this externally. self loathing so insidious that he mistakes it for kindness and mercy and points the blade of it at the people he swore he'd help. before merging with the hexcore, he was desperate to destroy it and rid himself of its influence, hindered only by his physical inability to do so; under its control, he's seemingly lost all those inhibitions, wiped clean of his understanding of its danger. no longer "clouded by emotion", no longer human enough to know better, no longer suspicious of the arcane.

what viktor becomes in season 2 is, i believe, a hellish mix of his own internalised ableism and the hexcore's desperation to spread and survive. his genuine desire to help people has been warped into stripping people of their individualism, forcing them into some predetermined ideal in the name of healing (very "the empty child" from doctor who). it's his own character flaws mixed with the inhuman apathy of the hexcore. the road to hell is paved with good intentions, and also dressed up so nicely that you don't even realise you're headed downwards.

this is not what viktor stood for, but rather a perversion of his own insecurities, with a fresh coat of hexcore paint to stop him (or his followers) from scrutinising it too closely. they took the guy who dedicated his life to bettering humanity, and warped him into something doomed to destroy it.

(or something like that. idk. i haven't slept.)

[aventurineswife]

yk the penacony trailer and at the beginning aventurine was dancing with caelus?

what if reader walks in on him dancing or something :3

-:3 anon

Don’t Stop the Music

Summary: On a quiet, neon-lit street in Penacony, Aventurine steals the show with his charismatic dance performance, dazzling onlookers with sharp, effortless moves (inspired by Michael Jackson). When you stumble across the scene, he draws you into the spotlight, turning a casual encounter into a playful and unforgettable duet. With his signature charm and bold flair, Aventurine shows you the magic of letting go and embracing the rhythm, leaving an indelible mark on the night.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Fluff, Street Performance, Dancing Together, can be read as platonic or romantic, Playful Banter, Michael Jackson-Inspired Dance, Lighthearted Interaction, He calls you and Caelus “Darling”.

A/N: WHEN I FIRST WATCHED THAT VIDEO, I WAS LAUGHING CUZ BRO THEY LOOKED SO GOOFY!! 💀😭 BUT then I remembered where I came from and that I can't dance or pull moves like em 😕😔💔 decided to change it a bit and write it in my own way totally not because I'm not good describing the actual scene 😙

The streets of Penacony were alive with a nocturnal glow, the soft hum of neon signs and the glimmer of string lights strung between lampposts creating an otherworldly ambiance. The city seemed to hold its breath in anticipation, the empty road reflecting the light like a stage waiting for its stars.

Aventurine stood at the center of it all, his flamboyant overcoat billowing slightly in the cool night breeze. With the magnetic ease of a performer born for the spotlight, he commanded attention. The steady beat of music from a nearby speaker set the rhythm, sharp and rhythmic, each note pulsing through the air like an electric charge.

At his side was Caelus, shuffling his feet awkwardly, trying to match Aventurine’s precise, popping movements. Aventurine’s laughter rang out, bright and teasing, as he spun on his heel, moonwalking effortlessly across the reflective asphalt.

“More flair, darling!” Aventurine called out, his magenta and cyan eyes flashing under the streetlights. “Think less ‘marching soldier’ and more… oh, I don’t know, ‘unstoppable icon.’”

“I’m trying!” Caelus huffed, attempting a spin and nearly losing his balance. Aventurine caught him with one gloved hand, steadying him with a playful grin.

“You’re killing me here,” Aventurine said dramatically, wiping an imaginary tear. “But don’t worry, darling, I have enough style for the both of us.”

It was then that you turned the corner, the sight of the impromptu performance freezing you in your tracks. The music, the lights, and Aventurine’s dazzling charisma made for a scene straight out of a dream. He caught sight of you immediately, pausing mid-spin, his eyes locking onto yours.

“Well, well,” he drawled, running a hand through his hair as he stepped toward you, his signature grin firmly in place. “A curious audience, or perhaps a future partner in crime?”

You blinked, caught off guard by his intensity. “I didn’t mean to interrupt,” you said quickly, heat rising to your cheeks. “I was just—”

“Passing by?” he interrupted, tilting his head in mock disappointment. “Darling, no one just passes by when I’m performing.”

He extended a hand toward you, his fingers adorned with rings that glittered under the lights. “Come on, join me. Let’s give this sleepy street something to remember.”

“I don’t think I can keep up...” you stammered, glancing nervously at the sleek, polished moves you’d just witnessed.

“Nonsense,” Aventurine said, his voice warm and coaxing. “I’ll lead. You just have to trust me.”

Before you could think to refuse, he took your hand, pulling you into the makeshift dance floor. The music swelled, and Aventurine wasted no time demonstrating a quick, sharp move, his body snapping into angles and gliding with unnatural smoothness.

“Like this!” he said, showing you the basics. His movements were impossibly fluid, his feet tapping and sliding with precision, his body swaying in time with the beat. Tentatively, you mimicked him, feeling awkward but determined.

“There we go!” he encouraged, clapping once. “Now loosen up, darling. Feel the rhythm. It’s not about perfection; it’s about presence.”

With every step, Aventurine’s infectious confidence began to rub off on you. He spun you around with a flourish, guiding your movements until you matched his energy, if not his finesse. When he threw in a dramatic slide, you followed, the frictionless motion exhilarating.

“You’re getting it!” he laughed, his voice filled with genuine delight. He popped his shoulders and tilted his hat that he seemed to have conjured out of nowhere, adding a theatrical edge to his routine.

The final beat of the song came to an abrupt halt, and Aventurine struck a pose, his arm outstretched and his grin wide. You stumbled to a stop beside him, out of breath but laughing.

“Bravo, darling!” he said, taking your hand and bowing dramatically. “You were magnificent.”

“Thanks,” you managed, your cheeks warm from the exertion and his praise. “But I think you carried the team.”

“True,” he said, his tone teasing as he pulled you closer. “But even stars need a little gravity to keep them grounded.”

Before you could respond, Caelus reappeared, a drink in hand and a raised brow. “Are you done showing off?”

“Never,” Aventurine replied, spinning on his heel to face him. “But since you’re back, shall we try again? You’re still my project, after all.”

As the two resumed their playful practice, you stepped back, watching them with a smile. The memory of Aventurine’s bold moves and even bolder charm would stay with you long after the music faded.

[nebulousbrainsoup]

[23:17]

SUMMARY: San has been stuck. Maybe it's time to let go. PAIRING: Choi San x gn!reader GENRE: angst angst angst AU/TROPE: nonidol au, exes WORD COUNT: 907 TAGS/WARNINGS: not beta read RATING: G A/N: back at it again, using fanfic to cope. also, thought a little timestamp might be a good way to get me back into writing for ateez. shout out yappers [ @justhere4kpop, @cheolism, @kwanisms, @yoonguurt ] for helping me craft this.

The diner still looked the same. The barstool San settled on still had a tear in the vinyl straight down the center, and it still jolted under his weight, tilting a bit to the right. He still had to squirm until it clicked back into place, and even then he spun away from the counter without his leg as a brace. The same mismatched coffee mugs, donated by local businesses for advertising, were still stacked up on the shelf in front of him, and the waitress still grabbed the third one from the left—this time, something from an insurance agent whose name had long been rubbed away—and filled it in the same movement.

She didn’t reach for the next mug from the left anymore. That had changed.

Everything else remained the same. 

San still ordered a slice of apple pie, warmed up, à la mode, while he doctored his coffee with a little creamer cup and a packet of sugar. He still held his steaming mug in both hands, clutching it close to stave off the winter chill that had followed him. He still made small talk with the waitress before she sauntered back to the kitchen to fill his order, and his eyes still drifted over to the windows, watching as the snow fell lazily. The lights still reflected back at him in the glass, the one in the back corner, just above the kitchen door, flickering every few seconds.  

Silence fell over him, no one peering out from behind him in the reflection to prompt him with a question or lean over and show him a new cat video. That had changed. 

So little had changed, but so much had changed. San closed his eyes, drew in a deep breath, held it, and exhaled shakily. 

The waitress still spoke the same chipper greeting as she set his food in front of him, but her smile these days was just a little melancholy. He still savored his treat, balancing each bite between the pie and the ice cream and making sure not to wash the taste away too quickly with his sips of coffee, but when he finished and looked at the clock, only fifteen minutes had passed, and he hadn’t needed a refill of his mug. He still went up to the same cash register to pay, but now, his bill was half the price it should have been. The long brown coat was the same one as last winter, and he pulled it tight around himself in the same fashion he always did as he stepped into the night, but it felt stuffier with the fleece scarf around his neck, too.

Last winter, it would have been around yours. 

He wasn’t sure what exactly had happened, where he’d gone wrong. One morning, he’d woken up beside you, pouring his love into every soft kiss he planted on your lips. You looked at him like he’d hung the stars. The next, his bed had been cold, and when he’d found you staring out the balcony window at the winter’s first snow, you’d slipped away from the wrap of his arms around your waist.

“Jagiya?” 

“I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”

The breath left him like he was still in the room, still staring at you, still stunned and floundering for the words to beg you to stay. San inhaled sharply, the chill air filling his lungs bringing him back to his senses, and kept walking. He wasn’t sure when he had stopped.

He’d spent a few hours angry. At you, at the world… At himself, for whatever it was he’d done to make you leave him. It faded quickly, leaving a simmering hurt behind, sadness mixing with confusion. It had been so sudden, and even in the minutes you’d spent gathering your things, you hadn’t bothered to spare him an explanation.

His search for one had been entirely fruitless. Texts went unanswered, calls rang through, and after the first time that little red exclamation point taunted him, telling him his message could not be delivered, he gave up. The anger came back for a split second, of course, but most of what he’d felt was a sense of defeat and a fresh wave of sadness. He would never have an answer, would never know why. 

He still wondered, of course. On nights like tonight that were a little too quiet, a little too cold, a little too dark, he wondered. Without you, everything was still the same. His coffee tasted just as bitter, his pie just as sweet. Snow still fell and lights still flickered and the world still turned. He was still the same man, still had the same cat you’d loved so much, laughed at the jokes you’d fall over onto him to and worked at the same dead-end job you cheered him on through. He had not changed, nor had the world, but it seemed so much dimmer without you beside him.

Joyous laughter contrasted the sorrowful sigh he released as the bus doors opened. He stood just to the side, let the people filter off—and barely caught you in his arms as you stumbled down the slick steps and nearly fell into the snow. You still looked the same. The snow still fell, the wind still chilled him, and the bus doors began to close.

San smiled as you righted yourself, a joyless thing, and let you go.

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[joonsmagicshop]

Faking It- Chapter Four

Summary: When you first met Namjoon you never expected he would ghost you for a month due to his own clumsiness. You also never expected him to walk into your café and ask you to be his fill in girlfriend at his cousins wedding.

Pairing: Namjoon/Reader.

Word Count: 6k

Rating: M/18+

Tags: Jungkook back story, Namjoon back story, first kisses, a very hot make out scene, grinding, flirting, sexual tension, mentions of boners

Author Note: it's starting to get spiiiicy.

*message me if you want to be added to the taglist*

Masterlist for this fic

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November quickly turned into December before you knew it. The air was crisp and cold and the sky alternated between a beautiful blue and a somber grey.

By the start of December Jimin had decided that they had waited long enough and Christmas decor would go up.

He hauled boxes from the office and began decorating the cafe in reds and greens humming Christmas songs as he worked.

A small Christmas tree was placed in the corner and you all stayed after work one day decorating it.

Jimin demanded they play only festive music from now until Christmas. He even looked up some Jazz playlists for Taehyung so it wouldn’t be the same five songs playing over and over.

Jungkook also got in the Christmas spirit by making a bunch of new treats that would be special for December only.

Green and red cookies, gingerbread, and little snowball cookies were added to the menu much to the customer’s glee.

It was one week until the wedding and you were completely prepared. Jimin was nice enough to go shopping with you to help pick out a dress, shoes, and accessories to match. Of course, Namjoon promised he would pay for it all but you still tried to stick to a modest price even though Jimin wanted to go above and beyond.

You didn’t have much time to spend with Namjoon though, as you both got busy with work and life. He stopped by the Cafe a couple of times on his way to work to hang out with you for a bit but other than that you had not seen each other much.

You still texted every single day though, and it started to become routine. You would send him a good morning text as you always worked earlier than he did. You both would text each other when you got to work and on any downtime you had. Nights were spent either texting or sometimes video chatting.

You both slowly grew closer as the days went on.

You told Namjoon about how you and Tae grew up together

Namjoon told you about when he first learned to ride a bike and how his parents equipped him with so much padding he could hardly move his legs to pedal.

You told him about your family and how it would be the first Christmas without them.

He promised you he would try to make Christmas as special for you as he could

You shared your hopes and dreams and Namjoon shared his. You also got to know more about his family and what you were going to be walking into at this wedding.

His father was a businessman who worked long hours and wasn’t there for most of his childhood as he was always away on trips. For the last five years or so he tried to slow down at work so he would have more time with the family.

His mom was a stay-at-home mom who cleaned houses on the side. She always made home-cooked meals and filled the house with music and love.

His sister was an overachiever like their father and always strived for more and for better. She got married two years ago and was finally starting a family of her own.

Last night he asked you if you wanted to come to his place to watch a movie and have dinner. He said how you two hardly saw each other and should probably “strategize”

When you asked him if that was a fancy way of him saying he wanted to see you he just responded with laughing emojis

Things between the both of you were easy. You still got butterflies when he texted you and still sent each other silly pictures throughout the day. It wasn’t always selfies either. Namjoon sent you a variety of nature pictures which always made you smile because he would always send a message right after to let you know he was thinking about you.

It was now Friday and you were tapping your nails on the counter waiting for it to be five so you could see Namjoon. He was coming to pick you up from work and take you back to his place so you could hang out.

You brought a small backpack full of clothes and left it in Tae’s office at the start of your shift and now you were stuck waiting for time to tick by faster.

“Y/N can you go with Kook to get this delivery?” Tae asks as he snaps you from your thoughts and you startle.

“Me? Why me?” You ask looking at the cold day outside and wanting to stay in the cozy warmth of indoors.

“Because you can’t sit still and have been staring at the door for the past twenty minutes. Go with Jungkook it will make time go by faster until you see your man.” Taehyung teases.

“I have not.” You argue but you still step away from the counter as Jungkook emerges from the kitchen already in his big black puffy coat with a black hat pulled over his messy hair.

“Yes, you have. Believe me, I called your name twice before you even heard me. Now go.” Tae says trying to look stern but still shooting you a smile that has you throwing up your hands in surrender.

You run to grab your coat and hat and hastily put them on as you make sure your phone is in your pocket.

“Do I need to bring anything?” You ask Jungkook as a couple of customers come in and Jimin takes over your job of making drinks.

“Nah just bring yourself I got the rest covered.” He says shooting you a small smile as you both wave to Tae and Jimin and head out back to where the small staff parking lot is.

Jungkook unlocks his black truck and you hop in the passenger seat rubbing your hands to warm them up as he turns the dials to blast the heat.

You feel the warm dry air blast your face as Jungkook backs out of his spot and begins to head to the warehouse where you get your supplies from. It has been a while since you went on a supply run so you let Jungkook navigate the streets and watch the world go by.

Everywhere is decorated for Christmas, there are green wreaths on almost every lampost and red and green ribbon intertwined around the poles and in the trees.

A couple of massive Christmas trees are set up, and even though it is the middle of the day everything looks cozy and bright.

“Can’t believe how close it is to Christmas already.” You comment as Jungkook waits at a red light, tapping his blunt nails on the steering wheel.

“This year has flown by. I feel like I was just making spring cookies last month.” He replies as the light turns green.

“Those flower cookies were amazing though. Everything you make is amazing Koo.” You praise as he flushes and bites his lip shooting you a small smile that exposes his front teeth.

“I was worried about the gingerbread because I’ve never made it before but it turned out well. I was so excited to experiment with it. I have other cookies I want to make but that might be a closer to Christmas thing. Or a next-year thing if I run out of time. I just have so many ideas.” He says excitedly as he turns down a side street and soon enough you are cruising out of the city leaving the bright lights behind for a four-lane highway.

“Wait how far is this drive?” You ask turning around to see the city disappearing behind you.

“It’s about thirty minutes each way. Don’t worry you won’t miss your date with Namjoon.” Jungkook teases as you playfully roll your eyes.

His fingers come to play with the heater again turning it down as you take off your hat and smooth down your hair pulling out your phone when you feel it vibrate in your pocket.

Namjoon: I have a very small break! I’m so excited to see you tonight.

You smile a type a message back before locking your phone and slipping it back into your pocket.

“That was him texting you wasn’t it?” Jungkook asks.

“Maybe.” You tease

“Oh, I know it was him. You always get a look on your face when you're texting him. You like him don’t you?”

You think about Namjoon and all the things you have learned about him. In such a short period he has become someone you care about. A friend for sure, maybe something more eventually. He makes you smile, he makes you laugh, you can lean on him when you have a bad day and so far you have not run out of things to talk about.

Yeah you like him

You might like him more than you should

“I mean we’re friends. We decided to hold off on the relationship thing until after the wedding. Didn’t want to make things confusing.” You answer as Jungkook signals to get off the highway and soon enough you are driving down a slightly bumpy county road.

“That’s good. He seems like a good guy. I like him.” Jungkook comments as you pull up to the big white warehouse and Jungkook tells you to stay in the car as he pulls his hood over his head and leaves the truck.

You wait only five minutes until Jungkook is back with two guys who easily load the supplies in the back and Jungkook pays them before returning to you.

His cheeks and nose are pink and he cranks the heat again as he pushes his hands by the heater to warm them up.

“I swear it’s getting colder by the minute.” He complains as he puts the truck in drive and you both head back.

“I mean what I said you know. I think Namjoon is a good guy. I know Tae was a little leery but I think he’s just overprotective sometimes.” Jungkook comments as he once again fiddles with the radio and you can’t help but stare at the tattoos on his hands.

They were so intricate and delicate and your mind flashes back to climbing ivy with tea cups and coffee cups tangled up in it.

“Namjoon is a fan of you too you know.” You say as Jungkook briefly looks your way in shock before turning his attention back to the road.

“He doesn’t know me though.”

“He knows of your art.”

“W-what art Y/N?” Jungkook asks voice slightly high pitched in nervousness.

“On our first date, Namjoon took me to a cafe where there was this beautiful artwork of green ivy climbing up the wall. Teacups and Coffee cups are tangled up in their leaves. Namjoon said the piece was kind of a legend because the person who painted it seemed to finish the job and then disappear into thin air, never to be seen again. The only clue of who it was were initials that were left over.” You say as Jungkook blushes and swallows hard, his hands coming to tap on the steering wheel again.

“I didn’t know you were such a good artist Kookie. You always do a great job with our signs but that piece. It’s amazing.” You praise staring at his reaction.

He bows his head but can’t hide the smile on his face as you complement him and you worry you flustered the poor boy with how much he is blushing.

“Thanks Y/N. I- I drove by that Cafe almost every day and had a vision for that wall. Eventually, I spoke to Jin and he was nice enough to let me do it. I didn’t want to do it for praise or even a paycheque I wanted to make something beautiful.” He explains as he smiles wider and his nose and eyes crinkle.

“It really is beautiful. Namjoon was so excited when I told him I knew the artist! I want to see more of your art one day if you will let me?” You ask as his dark eyes widen.

“You’d want to see it? Like actually for real?” Jungkook asks as you nod and he can’t help but duck his head and smile wide.

“I have so many sketchbooks! How about in the new year? Oh, this is so exciting I’ve never had anyone to show my art to before.” He babbles in excitement as he turns back on the highway and you watch other cars go by.

“Well, maybe you can share it with Namjoon too. He loves art and I have to be honest, I can appreciate it but I don’t know the first thing about it.” You admit.

“Do you think Namjoon would want to see my art? Oh wow, that would be so cool. Someone as cool as him wanting to look at my art? I think I’d die!”

You beam at his excitement.

“Wow, you think highly of Namjoon huh?”

“I mean have you heard what he has produced? What solo songs he has!? He’s so cool!” Jungkook beams as you look up at him in confusion.

“Wait you’ve listened to his music? How? What?” You stammer as Jungkook bites at his lip.

“Well…that night you had the first date… Taehyung….um…instructed Jimin and me to dig up as much as we could about him. Sorry, I probably am not supposed to tell you this but well…we did.”

You started at him as he shifted in his seat.

“Well…I... Jimin didn’t find much or maybe he thought the thing was silly but I did some digging and found his music stuff. I mean it’s not that creepy I promise! I know Yoongi and had no idea they were connected until I saw Yoongi’s name pop up.” Jungkook pleads.

“Anyway, I found some of his music stuff which was hard because like Yoongi he goes by a stage name.”

“I met Yoongi. That’s not his real name?” You question as Jungkook’s eyes go wide and he nearly drives you both off the road.

“You met Suga?! Like for real?! I only met him once and I was so nervous I couldn’t speak.”

You quickly explain the whole date with Namjoon to him and when you finish Jungkook looks star-struck.

“You had a conversation with Min Yoongi! I’m so jealous holy shit. He came in when I was painting one day and I could hardly hold the brush straight. He’s a legend. An icon. He has produced some of the biggest songs.” Jungkook gushes as you feel your phone vibrate and it’s Namjoon again.

“So wait… what did you find on Namjoon?” You ask.

“Well, Namjoon is his birth name but most producers have stage names. Yoongi’s is Suga.”

Then it clicks.

“Nah it’s okay it’s just Yoongi. He is our resident grumpy grandpa but he’s sweet as Suga.”

“Namjoon’s is RM,” Jungkook explains to you as you once again are stopped at a red light.

“RM? What does that stand for?” You ask as Jungkook shoots you a timid smile.

“Well okay, I’ll tell you. But if he tells you himself…maybe pretend like you don’t know.”

“Is it bad?”

“No, it’s just… Okay, so I have been following Yoongi as a producer for a couple of years now. I love the music he comes out with and he’s just cool. Like super cool. Anyway, their company was going to make a boyband and Yoongi said he would only do it if his protege could come along too. In walks this tall, nerdy, lanky kid who goes by the name of Rap Monster.”

“Uh…” You say letting out a small confused laugh.

“Yeah well, the company didn’t believe Yoongi so they had Namjoon show off and he blew everyone away. Immediately they were hunting for new talent but after a year nothing was working out so Yoongi demanded they become producers instead. Namjoon changed his name to RM because he thought it was more mature sounding as a producer. Or at least that’s what I have found online. Nothing online is ever truly gone. There are clips of his rap battles and honestly, he smoked everyone he met. It was insane.”

“Wow, you did a lot of research.” You say taking it all in as Jungkook turns down the street of the cafe and you are surprised you are almost back.

“Yeah well, I had an in knowing about about Yoongi. And also. I wanted to make sure the guy you were with was good. Little did I know you would be dating RM.” He says sounding starstruck as you laugh and he pulls into the parking lot and parks the truck.

You help him unload everything despite him telling you he can do it on his own and after a busy afternoon rush it is almost five so you head to the office and lock the door to change.

You opted for black leggings and a black tank top with an oversized colorful cartigan overtop. You fix your hair and smooth everything down as you can hear Jimin talking to Namjoon outside.

You grab your things and make sure you don’t leave anything behind as you unlock the office door.

Namjoon is standing in his big puffy coat with a dark blue hat over his hair, smiling at Jimin’s words. Taehyung is standing behind the counter scrubbing things down and Jungkook is next to Jimin looking up at Namjoon as if he can’t believe he is real.

You walk over and Namjoon smiles when he sees you. Without a second thought, he swoops down and presses a kiss on your cheek and you flush and stare at him with wide eyes. He never kissed you before and he must remember that, as his full lips part and he blushes.

“Hey, Joon.” You say softly as he still is staring at you wide-eyed and in shock as if he did something wrong.

“I know you have met Jimin but this is Jungkook. The artist.” You say as Jungkook bites his lip and shifts from foot to foot.

“Wait you’re the one who painted that mural!? Jungkook you are amazing! That is one of my favorite pieces. Oh, it is so good to meet you!” He says grabbing Jungkook’s hand for a handshake and moving towards him in excitement.

“Thank you! You are also an artist… your music. Wow.” He says with affection in his eyes as Namjoon smiles at him.

“Ah Jungkook you are too kind!” Namjoon praises and Jungkook seems to flush under his praise.

“I told Jungkook today that maybe you could go over art one day. I don’t know anything about it but you both seem to love it.” You offered as Jungkook shot you a look and Namjoon smiled.

“Oh, I would love that! Jungkook anytime you want to discuss art hit me up! Yoongi hates it when I talk about it too much.” He says urging Jungkook to take out his phone so Namjoon can give him his number

“Well, we should get going,” Namjoon says lacing his hand through yours as you hike your backpack up on your shoulders and smile up at him.

“It was great to see you again Jimin, great to meet you, Kook. I’m serious anytime you want to discuss art text me.” He says sending them both a wave. You both say goodbye to Taehyung as well as you leave the cafe and head toward the black van that is parked outside.

“I had my driver pick us up I figured it would be easier.” He explains as he holds the door open for you and you slip inside as Namjoon follows suit.

Soon enough you are driving through the streets taking in all the lights that are turning on now that the daylight has slipped away.

Namjoon slips his hand in yours and you can’t help but smile as you watch the world go by.

Namjoon’s house is huge and when the car pulls up you can’t help but be in awe. He comes around the side of the vehicle to open your door and you giggle when he takes your hand to help you out.

You make your way to the front door and when he unlocks it you are met with a narrow hallway where you both deposit your shoes and coats and he shows you around.

The living room is large, with floor-to-ceiling windows and plants and books scattered everywhere. The kitchen is a decent size but Namjoon already told you he is a terrible cook and doesn’t need a big kitchen anyway. You already offered to teach him how to cook one day.

He shows you to the three bedrooms and the two bathrooms and soon enough you both are settled on the couch waiting for the takeout to arrive.

You sit sideways facing each other and when his knee bumps yours you can feel electricity run down your leg.

“So uh? I wanted to talk to you about today.” Namjoon says shifting on the couch and pushing his knee into yours.

“What about today?” You ask

“I uh- I just saw you and didn’t think before I kissed you on the cheek. I hope it was okay. I know we didn’t really discuss that.” He faltered sounding nervous.

“Joon I didn’t mind. Really. I liked it.” You say eyes flicking down to his full lips which he is currently biting into and when your eyes linger for too long you see him smirk.

Shit, you were caught.

“So you are okay with that then?” He asks, voice dropping an octave and causing you to shiver even though the temperature in his house is comfortable and you still have your cartigan on.

This time his eyes flick down to your lips and he stays there for a while. He isn’t trying to hide it and something about his boldness is making you squirm.

“Yeah I mean…we are pretending to be a couple right? It would be weird if we didn’t kiss.” You say taking in his reaction. His eyes widened slightly, his lips parting, his tongue darting out to lick at his lips. How every mole and freckle on his face adds to his beauty. How his eyes darken at your suggestion and his fingers twitch in his lap.

You are captivated by him. You want to stop staring but you can’t seem to pull yourself away as you slowly inch closer.

“Yeah, it would be super weird. We need to make it believable you know.” Namjoon says inching closer to you as well, the tension in the room palatable as you both are now mere inches from each other.

You decide to place your hand on his knee and he raises his right eyebrow in a silent question.

“I mean I would hate to go through all this trouble and people think it’s fake.” You whisper as you glance back down at his lips and wonder what they would feel like pressed against yours.

Is he the type to keep his hands to himself or would he tangle his long fingers in your hair and never let go?

It starts to turn into a cat-and-mouse game of who is going to make the first move and the anticipation is killing you. Namjoon carefully brings the pad of his thumb up to your lips and slowly takes his time tracing your lower lip. He is gentle with his movements as he takes his time, eventually running it along your cupids bow before tracing the bottom lip again.

“Beautiful.” He mutters eyes not leaving your lips

You remain as still as possible feeling like if you even move one muscle the spell will break and Namjon will pull away.

Namjoon presses his knee into yours harder and you let out a surprised squeak when he removes his hand from your face, takes your hand, and this time brings it up to his face, pressing the smallest sweetest kiss to the back of it

His eyes flutter closed for a second and you hold your breath when you feel his soft lips connect with your skin. He is so gentle with you and when he finally opens his eyes and releases your hand you feel on fire with how much you are blushing.

“I mean I promised you we were in it together right? We should at least practice before the real thing you know.” He says voice husky as you can’t stop staring at his lips captivated by how desirable and full they are, and your heart beats wildly in your chest

He’s going to kiss you

And you want to kiss him.

His Adam's apple bobs nervously.

“Practice makes perfect.” You say voice coming out soft and high as Namjoon grins and leans towards you. His face inches from yours and you flutter your eyes closed.

His large hands come to cup your cheeks to keep you steady and you feel excitement course through you.

Right when his lips are about to connect with yours, someone rings the doorbell and you jump back in shock.

The spell is broken and the tension disappears like morning fog as Namjoon gets up from the couch and swears under his breath as you put a hand over your racing heart.

You take slow deep breaths and try to calm yourself down so you don’t seem as affected by an almost kiss when Namjoon returns with takeout bags in his hands.

The food

Right.

Your heart is racing and your head is spinning and Namjoon looks just as flushed as you feel as he motions for you to head to the dining room with him.

The food is delicious and the conversation is silly and light and makes you feel right at home as you quickly do the dishes together and they settle on the couch.

Namjoon grabs the remote from the coffee table and you both decide to watch a movie.

As the opening credits roll he pauses the movie and mutters “Something you should know about me… I’m a cuddler. C’mere.” and pulls you to his side resulting in you both struggling to cuddle on his couch. No matter what position you get in, you both cannot get comfortable.

“Why is it so hard to cuddle on this couch?” You ask between giggles as Namjoon brushes your hair out from his nose for the fourth time and grins at you.

“Maybe we should go to the chaise lounge instead? Might be easier to lay down.” He suggests as he softly pushes you off of him, stands up, and extends a hand to you helping you off the couch.

The chaise lounge chair is a dark grey color and looks very comfy. Namjoon sits down first and eventually props the pillows up behind his head and moves to lie on his back. His shirt rides up in the process showing you a stunning view of his stomach and the patch of hair that leads south. You feel your throat go dry and he snickers catching you staring.

You quickly crawl onto the lounge and end up curling onto your side and laying your head on his chest. You can hear how fast his heart is racing and it makes you bury your face in his shirt and smile.

“This is so much better.” You sigh out as he tangles his hand in yours and presses it on his chest holding you close to him.

“Yeah, I like this a lot.” He mutters pressing a kiss to the crown of your head making you snuggle into him even more and breathing in his scent.

His sharp eyes then glanced at the TV and you saw him frown.

“What’s up? Want to change the movie we picked?” You ask as Namjoon shakes his head with a small smile on his face.

“We just got comfy and I left the remote on the coffee table.” he groans as you dissolve into giggles

“And it’s so far away.” Namjoon moans as he stretches out his arm and tries to reach for it fingers grasping at thin air which has you dissolving into giggles again.

“It’s okay I’ll get it.” You respond as Namjoon holds your hand captive and raises an eyebrow when you try to get up.

“Absolutely not you are a guest here,” he says with a beaming smile.

“Okay, then you get it.” You tease giving him a slight hip check to get him moving.

“Yes but here’s the problem I’m super comfy and I like having you in my arms. To leave this moment for a silly remote would be devastating.” He laments as you smile but roll your eyes at his goofiness

“So poetic Joon. Is that how you woo all the girls?” You tease as his laugh rumbles in his chest and he clutches you tighter towards him.

“Only the ones who work at cafes and make me very very happy.” He says, his boldness and honesty making you blush.

“Such a charmer.” You say trying to brush off the compliment but Namjoon won’t let you. He grabs your chin softly and forces you to look into his eyes.

His piercing gaze is magnetic and your eyes once again flit down to his full lips before you look back up at him.

“I mean it Y/N. You make me very happy. I like it when I wake up from sleep and get a text from you. I like that you like to send me goofy silly pictures of your day. I like that you are kind to everyone, even the customers who are grumpy and moody. I’m so grateful you gave me a chance.” He says honestly and when you stare at him it hits you.

He has become someone very important to you.

He has become a friend, someone you want to know everything about, someone you want to support, and someone who you couldn’t imagine not talking to.

To think that a couple of months ago he was a complete stranger, and now you were curled up with him on a couch holding his hand.

You couldn’t imagine not getting his good morning texts or silly pictures. You couldn’t imagine him not being a part of your life. He was a permanent fixture now and the whole thing shocked and scared you with the intensity of it all.

“I feel the same way Namjoon.” You sigh out wondering how he was so poetic about it and you find your brain was having a hard time even forming words.

“When this is over I’m going to do it right. I have it all planned out.”

You open your mouth but Namjoon stops you.

“No, I’m not going to tell you, that will ruin the surprise.” He says eyes sparkling.

“But I can promise I’m going to do it right. I hate that we have to fake it in front of my family. I honestly wish I could turn back time and change it.” He says seriously as the TV screen turns black basking the room in darkness as Namjoon holds you closer and you yelp out in surprise

“It’s okay I got you.” He whispers causing goosebumps to appear on your skin.

“I know you do. I trust you.” You admit feeling your heart rate speed up and your palms start to sweat as you can hardly see him in the darkness.

“I’ll also have to get up to turn on the lamp you know.” He admits with a chuckle.

“Darkness is fine. I-I like the dark.” You stammer, feeling flushed as you can see a grin stretch along his lips.

“You are so beautiful you know that?” He says rubbing your hand with his thumb.

“You can’t see me. It’s dark.” You joke feeling all out of sorts as Namjoon tugs you closer to him so you are almost on his lap.

You open your legs to straddle him and in this position, you can see his features a lot better. He looks stunning under you and you can’t help but notice how much his eyes are flicking down to your lips. While the darkness and the unknown hide a lot of things being this close to Namjoon lets you see everything.

“I don’t have to see you to know you are beautiful. I just know it.” He says matter a factly which makes your nerves zing and your breath come out shorter and quicker.

He is going to kiss you.

You can just feel it.

“You know. We kind of got interrupted earlier...” He starts and you roll your eyes in impatience.

“Namjoon enough with the build up just kiss me.” You demand and he chuckles as he sits up straighter.

“Bossy. I like it.” He teases with a wink.

Before you can think of a snappy or witty comeback Namjoon grabs your hips and pulls you forward and kisses you.

His lips are soft and gentle like he is testing the waters as his mouth molds against yours.

Your hand comes up to tangle in his shirt to hold you steady as you feel like you might float away with all the butterflies in your stomach

Both his hands come to hold yours over his shirt as his mouth starts to move with more urgency and you moan against his lips causing him to snicker.

You wanted your mouth on his since the first time you saw him and the only thing you could think was more more more when he was kissing you.

Namjoon was an excellent kisser. He applied just the right pressure, made sure to switch between soft and urgent to keep you on your toes and when his hands left yours to tangle in your hair you once again moaned against his mouth.

The tension in the room was a thick cloud as you began to push into him harder and the kiss became more passionate. Namjoon’s hand was a thick tangle in your hair as he used the other hand to pull you even closer to him so you both were chest to chest.

The kiss was fire burning through your veins and you didn’t mind if you burned along with it. When his tongue probed yours you whined and involuntarily ground your hips down feeling him under you.

And oh did you feel him.

His bulge was thick and hot against your core and when you wiggled your hips the sweetest moans fell from his mouth like a prayer you wanted to hear over and over until it was memorized.

You continued to grind on him and Namjoon’s hands trailed down your back, before coming up to rip the cartigan from your shoulders and shove it off your body making goosebumps rise on your heated skin. You couldn’t take it anymore so you brought your hands up to tangle in his hair

Namjoon switched the angle so your noses bumped and you giggled softly against his lips, feeling euphoria wash over you as he held you close to him caging you in, keeping you from falling, keeping you safe in his arms.

You continued to slowly grind down on his cock soaking in all the noises he was making and before you knew it his tempo was slowing, and so was yours.

You felt like all the air had been squeezed from your lungs as you fought to breathe but instincts be damned, you wanted to keep kissing him.

Namjoon was the one to pull away as you both started at each other wide-eyed and breathing heavily. Even in the low light, you could see how dark his eyes had become and how red and swollen his lips were.

You dragged your thumb over your bottom lip feeling the swelling and the tenderness.

“Holy fuck.” He whispered as you finally stilled your hips even though every fiber of your being was screaming at you to continue to grind on him. Your pussy was pulsing and you felt lightheaded.

“Holy shit you got me fucked up.” He admits carding a hand through his hair and smiling, showing off those beautiful dimples.

“I-Yeah-same.” You admit breathless as you press your forehead to his and you both let out shaky breaths.

“That was…a lot wow,” Namjoon says as he rubs your thighs.

“A lot in a good way?” You ask feeling nervous as you push your hair back from your face and stare down at him.

“Probably a little too good. I haven’t had a first kiss fuck me up like that in… Shit… I don’t know how long. I’ve wanted to kiss you for weeks now and that. That was worth the wait.”

You smile and press a soft kiss on his forehead.

“But we gotta-we gotta stop because it’s taking everything in me not to bend you over this couch.” He admits and you feel his cock twitch under you.

“I mean….” You say mischievously and Namjoon’s eyes roll in the back of his head as he throws his head back against the pillows swallowing thickly.

“You are going to be the death of me. I’m trying to be a gentleman and take you on a real date first.” He scolds teasingly as you grind against him again and watch how his hands come to your hips and squeeze.

“Y/N I’m serious. Please show mercy. I’m-fuck…. got me so fucked I’m close.” He stammers looking panicked as you stop your movements and shift your hips back to give him some relief.

You can’t help but stare down at his sizeable bulge. The hard ridge in his jeans makes your mouth water and your fingers ache to touch him.

“Sorry, that’s super embarrassing to admit. It’s just- It’s been a while.” He says as you tear your gaze away to look up at him.

He looks so small and shy sitting there you can’t help but lean forward and soothe all his worries with a slow tender kiss to his lips smoothing your hands along his jawline too.

“It’s okay Joon. Me too.” You whisper to him as you break from the kiss and smile softly at him.

“I swear on my life after this wedding I’m going to do it right. It will be worth the wait. I promise.”

You detach yourself from him and Namjoon sits fully up, pushing your hair away so he can kiss your neck.

“Believe me I will do it right and when it’s time I will worship every inch of you.” He promises in a tone that has you shivering.

“Fuck that’s- fuck.” You laugh as he pulls away and stands up.

“These pants are super uncomfortable in general so I’m thinking I’ll change and make some popcorn then we can finally get to this movie how does that sound?”

You nod and Namjoon leaves the room, turning on the lamp as he goes.

You take your time getting off the lounge chair and wincing uncomfortably when you feel how sticky you are between your thighs.

You grab some blankets and get them set up as Namjoon comes back and you make sure you have the remote in hand.

When you turn to look at him you groan.

“Sweatpants? Really Joon that’s playing dirty!” You complain as he looks down at his clothes in confusion.

“They’re comfy.” He pouts.

“Well, you look hot.” You argue

“Should I put on a full suit of armor? Would that help?” He teases

“You know what It just might!”

“Or I could get that turtleneck again?” He teases with a wink.

“You’re a menace!” You complain affectionately

Namjoon nudges you softly as you move over so you can get back to cuddling and you throw the blanket over both your legs as the movie starts.

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Alex V. “Ajax” Johnson moodboard + random headcanons

🎸⋆➤Imagine him to be born in the early 80’s, ok 1988 which makes him a millennial of course, raised in very supportive but sassy asf parents, he could've been from the hood but he's too nice for hell. His momma is very good at coming up with insults, but she's got a very good voice, and dad is clever dude who knows life hacks n shi then they all moved to a citylife. He has to be a city boy...

🎸⋆➤He and Keegan were either childhood best friends bc they were neighbors, went to the same school, playing pranks and causing trouble but always having each other's backs. Their moms being friends is also a nice touch, maybe they even used to arrange play dates for them when they were younger.

🎸⋆➤Being a bit of a 90s video game nerd. Maybe he had a SNES and Genesis when he was a kid, and now as a teen he's moved on to the 360 or PlayStation. (challenging Jemima to random games or competitions, just to see who can be the more competitive) He might even have a Game Boy stashed away somewhere for all those late-night gaming sessions. He'd probably be the one to drag the others into retro gaming binges where they'd spend hours playing old school Mario or Zelda, until Merrick or Keegan finally puts a stop to it. Always trolling Keegan at Mariokartt, Ajax's goal isn't to win the race, his goal is to green shell Keegan in game.

🎸⋆➤Ajax as the 2nd bassist in the band, making it a duo with Keegan. Maybe they bonded over their mutual love for bass, spending hours practicing together and jamming out to their favourite songs. They could even have a friendly rivalry going on, trying to outdo each other during rehearsal and constantly one-upping each other's riffs and licks.

🎸⋆➤^And considering Ajax's "cheesy goofball" personality, I could see him always coming up with the cheesiest bass-related puns and jokes. Like when Keegan asks him to play a funky bass line, Ajax might respond with a cheesy line like "Oh, you want funk? I've got the funk, baby! I'll hit that note so hard, you'll hear it in your bones!" or "You want to make the bass sing? Well, I've got the perfect recipe - a pinch of slapping, a dash of popping, and a whole lot of attitude!"

🎸⋆➤Can beatbox decently but only to the point he can impress people who don't beatbox, not the crazy sounds. Hes just very good with rhythm and beat.

🎸⋆➤DEFINITELY be all over Keegan for having Jemíma, just picture him constantly teasing Keegan about her, saying things like "Hey, look who's got a pretty girl tagging along with him lately!" or "Hey, loverboy, can you spare a minute from your little date to focus on the music for once?" Maybe he'd even write a cheesy love song about Keegan and Jemima, just to get under Keegan's skin. "Love Ballad of the Bassists," anyone?

🎸⋆➤Ajax's bassist skills would pair with Keegan's - both of them are pretty damn good. But where Keegan is more technical and focused on precision and technical skill, Ajax would be wilder and more energetic, playing with raw energy and power.

🎸⋆➤Loves indie rock and the classic boy band sound of the Backstreet Boys. And the drummer covers are a great touch too! Maybe he stumbled across a video of a sick drum cover on YouTube one day and got hooked, spending hours watching and rewatching the performance and trying to mimic the insane beats. Now, he's a total drum cover enthusiast, always keeping an eye out for the latest and greatest covers on the internet. (Meanwhile, Merrick might roll his eyes at Ajax's love for drum covers, saying something like "Seriously, man? You're more obsessed with those drum covers than you are with actual music. But Ajax would just wave him off and say, "Hey, you're not the one playing the thunder-making instrument here)

🎸⋆➤Has a few other quirky habits and interests outside of music. Maybe a secret love for collecting vintage action figures or sports memorabilia, or a hidden talent for painting or drawing. A weird addiction to eating way too much chocolate or candy and strange obsession with collecting rare bands vinyl's like ''Yo check this out''. He’s also a bit of a wisecracker and loves to banter back and forth with his friends. Habit of accidentally dropping his bass during rehearsal and blaming it on the other guys, saying they spooked him or something.

[lillyspeakz]

fun fairs and copywrites.

a/n: the soothouse video basically. I made it longer though- like 5-6k words. So enjoy!

warnings: some sexual innuendos, fluff, David and George being the classic third wheels, autistic reader basically, anxiety, all over fluff with some mental issues but they’re small.

not proof read at all!

enjoy!

video link.

-

It was the middle of November and knowing the group, they had nothing they had to do besides uni work and recording videos for Wilbur so he could edit them.

Knowing the place like the back of his hand, Wilbur suggested they go to the fair downtown, wanting to get out of the tight space they call an apartment and into the fresh freezing air. George and David agreed to go, wanting to fuck around and escape their problems for a bit, as Wilbur looked at you with hope in his eyes.

“Please come? We can go on as many rides and do as many games as you want. I’ll even let you wear my coat, I know you like it.” He smiled up at you as he crouched down, looking into your eyes as he took your hands in his, playing with the rings adorning your fingers.

You smiled back at him, shaking your head as you leaned down and placed your forehead against his, sighing as your nose touched his. The close intimate space the two of you were in, warmth taking over both your bodies as you hummed out in question.

“Fine. As long as you make me hot chocolate when we get back?” You asked as he chuckled at your response, leaning back as he cupped your face in his hands.

“Always.” He said as he searched your eyes for any hesitation, only finding love and excitement, leaning in with a laugh as he placed his lips on yours. The smiles on your faces interrupted the sweet moment, giggles ringing through the room as footsteps were heard from the hallway.

“Can you two stop being a couple for five minutes and get ready? The fair closes at 10!” George hurriedly said as he got out Wil’s coat and a scarf for you.

-

Wil’s camera hung around his neck as he made sure his SD card was new and working, as well as his lense.

You huddled next to him, trying to find another source of warmth in this weather. You had a long sleeved on as well as one of Wilbur’s hoodies and his winter coat. He forced the scarf on you, not wanting your ears to get cold, no matter how much you complained that you were fine.

“No, you need it. I know you, you’re going to regret not wearing it because the wind will get down your jacket and make you more cold and you’re going to get sick and-“

“Wilbur, baby. I’ll wear it if it’ll make you feel better.” You said softly as he took a deep breath and sighed out in relief.

“Please.” He said while nodding, holding the cloth out for you as you stepped towards him.

“Of course.”

Wilbur had his other winter coat on, yet the old material not doing him any good as it was worn from many years of service. He wore his signature beanie, desperately keeping his ears out of the cold. His nose was strawberry red and his hands turning white and blue.

“Baby, come here.” You took the camera from Wilbur’s hands, placing it down gently against his chest as you took his hands in yours. You kissed his nose gently as you placed his hands around your waist, into the jacket against your warm body, hoping his hands warm up slightly from the new found comfort.

“Thank you. If this camera would work, we would be able to get this over with faster but-“

“Hey! It’s ok. The boys are doing-“ you looked over your shoulder to see David and George waving their hands around in weird gestures, ranting about god knows what. “Whatever they do. And I’m here with you. So take your time.” You whispered to him as he smiled at you, placing his forehead on yours once again.

“Luckily for us I got it to work and I need a video by the end of this week.” Wilbur sighed out as he called George and David over, them both racing to be first.

“I won!” David said while panting, coming in a few seconds behind George as you and Wilbur both laughed, the camera being pointed to the dying man as the blonde scoffed.

“Fucking when? Because from my understanding, you ate my dust so-“ George finished with sticking his tongue out at the man, screaming in fear as David reached out for him.

“Ok! Ok, let’s get going before it gets too late, it’s bloody cold outside.” Wilbur complained while pointing the camera at you than the boys.

“Hey guys, it’s me David from Soothouse. And I’m here to endorse London. This is just an average day at the park, as you can see, they’re all having a lot of fun.” David explained in a monotoned voice as Wilbur zoomed into the fair happening behind them all and onto Dave’s face.

As he walked away, George came up beside Wilbur, watching the event take place as Wilbur turned the camera onto him. “Basically. Yesterday there was a mass panic and-“ before George can finish your laugh broke through the silence as Wilbur and George followed along with you, not being able to handle the serious tone George held.

“Why the fuck- I’m sorry that was so fucking funny…” you said while wiping your eyes of any tears that fell, falling into Wilbur as he laughed along with you.

“It’s very tragic! Someone could’ve died-“

“Oh fuck… wasn’t a false alarm?” You asked Wil as he simply stared at you and raised an eyebrow.

“Oh so now I’m just your personally Google?!” The man joked as you shrugged, and looked away while slowly nodding. Wilbur gasped out in betrayal as you laughed and immediately started denying what you said.

“No no! I love you! And you’re more than a personal google, you just pay attention to things more than I do..” you giggled at him as he shook his head at you and brought you into a soft kiss, fingers gripping your chin as he tilted your head.

“Don’t inflate his ego anymore than it is! We talked about this-“ David groaned as you both pulled away as Wilbur smirked at the two.

“What can I say? I’m simply just so smart to my partner that they can come to me for anything…” Wilbur smiled as the boys groaned and complained how he’s going to brag about this to everyone, as you simply rolled your eyes at them and looked up at Wilbur expectantly. “Yes it was a false alarm, there wasn’t any evidence of shots being fired-“

As Wilbur put the camera back up, George started up once more, the tone coming back as he got close and personally with the camera. “We were all very scared. And- you know life’s about celebrating the good things! And um- that’s why we’re here today. We’re here to walk around the outside of winter wonderland and look in-“ George concluded as you and Wilbur laughed at his words, both freezing your asses off yet not caring enough as you guys were enjoying each others company.

“Would you ever go on that David?”

“Hell no! Look at it- the people on one side, they lose their limbs at the end.”

“Oh don’t say that-“ you whined out as the sight of the ride made you sick to your stomach.

“the sheer terror on their faces! Can you see it from here? Because I can! They’re terrified.” George looked at the ride as you hid into Wilbur’s side, not wanting to look at the ride anymore. You didn’t hate rides, but ones that went too fast, or caused your body to go into positions you didn’t like entirely, made you uneasy. And Wilbur knew this.

“Hey, we all collectively agreed we won’t go near that ride yeah? We can go on all the kid rides if you want, I may not fit, but it’s worth the try if you’ll have fun.” Wilbur put the camera down as he took your hand in his, pressing the cold skin against his lips, somehow warming both parts of the body up as he did.

“I’d like that.” You agreed as you smiled at the man in front of you, kissing his nose once more as you pulled him along, catching up with David and George.

As all four of you walked towards the fair, having to go around the place, you were hanging off of Wilbur’s arm, talking about what you were doing for the holidays coming up and what he should do, knowing how he dealt with them.

“You should come with me! Or even go visit your mom-“

“Wil- look what this fucker is doing!” David interrupted as Wilbur softly apologized and told you he’d be back.

Getting the camera set he pointed it at George as he danced to the music. “This is my jam!” Twisting and twirling as the faint music played, almost falling over himself as he did. David looked around clueless as Wilbur zoomed in onto him, then immediately panning onto you, making you look like a little big.

“Aww wait this is actually so cute- my little bug baby!” Wilbur cooed as you smiled up at him, nose scrunching in embarrassment as his comments continued.

“Stop, I don’t need anymore bad content on me on the channel-“

“Bad? Baby that was adorable! I’m keeping that for myself…” Wilbur whispered to you with a smile as you whined at the confession, never getting used to his way of showing his love for you and his compliments.

“Ok lovebirds- let’s go yeah?”

-

Walking further away from the fair, Wilbur telling the three of you it’s a “short cut”, which you all knew was bullshit.

Finally making it to downtown London, you all sat and looked at the structure in front of you.

“I don’t think it’s an arch-“ you said to George as you turned your head in many different ways, standing in front of Wil who caught the little mannerism on camera.

Laughing, Wilbur zoomed in closer to the structure as George hummed and nodded.

“Looks like an arch to me!”

“Are we- are we in France guys?”

“Yes. This is France.” David answered immediately as you snapped your head back to look at Wilbur with a playful smirk.

“Tu veux que je t'apprenne comment nous, les Français, nous embrassons ? Nous sommes vraiment doués pour ça, nous avons inventé une façon de nous embrasser grâce à ça.” You expressed with a smirk on your face as all three boys looked at you with wide eyes. Yet Wilbur’s weren’t filled with confusion. He knew exactly what you were saying thanks to your late night teachings after long days and activities. He was always curious, and he loved hearing you speak the language.

“What the fuck did you just say-“

“Yes please.” Wilbur and David said at the same time, George and David looking at Wilbur like he’s crazy.

“Did you just say yes to your death?!” George teased as you scoffed at him, gently nudging him as he laughed at you.

“No, let’s just say he has some stuff to learn when he get back home…” you winked at the tall man as his eyes widened and cheeks flushed.

“Did not need to hear that, did not need to hear that at all, we are going!” George said, taking David’s hand in his as you laughed at the pair, taking Wil’s in your own, falling back into step with the duo.

“I’m joking. Unless you do want to-“

“You think I’m passing up such a good opportunity to learn more French?” The smirk placed on his face made it aware that what he was saying had a deeper meaning only meant for you. “Plus it’s with you so please.”

You smiled up at him as he started pulling you faster, closer to George and David as you made it into the city. Buses going by as people crowded the streets, the smell of beer and drugs lingering in the air as you made a distasteful sound and cornered next to Wilbur.

Your anxiety went up when you were in big crowds and loud areas, hating how all the factors were combined at once, especially when you barely knew the area unlike Wilbur. He held the camera with one hand and your own in his other, making sure he knew where you were at all times.

Jazz music played as you all walked passed a saxophone player on the sidewalk, the speakers blaring loudly at you all. Covering your ear closest to the loud music, you wrapped your arms around the man, fear over taking your senses.

“I’m sorry.” You said into his chest and yes squeezing shut as you let him guide you. “I didn’t think it’d be this bad today-“

“Hey, what did I say about the ‘s’ word? It’s not your fault baby, I didn’t either. If I knew I wouldn’t have gone this way.” Wilbur spoke softly to you, camera in his hand still, pointing at the ground as he held you close to him. “Just knows I’m here and I won’t let anything happen to you. If you need we can go into a little shop real quick?” Wilbur asked as you shook your head, yet holding into his arm and hand tighter as he held you through the whole way.

As you all made it to a crosswalk, waiting for the go ahead, Wilbur asked George what their mission was now.

“Looking for a place to shit. That’s really what it’s about. Harder than you think!”

“Have you guys tried any of the corner shops we passed? We’ve passed like 5-“

“That’s how little you think of us? We demand a luxury bathroom with a bidet and a glass of whine on my hand!” Wilbur exclaimed to you as he pointed the camera on your direction as you laughed.

“Well… we do live in London…” you dragged on as Wilbur gave you a playful stink eye, knowing you were right about that statement and how expensive stuff was now for something so simple.

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that-“ Wilbur deadpanned as your laugh broke through the air, his tone and glare dropping as he smiled at you.

The camera filmed your shoes as you both took big strides, or you practically ran as Wilbur walked. It took you all about 5 more minutes to get to your destination, your pants being heard as you grabbed onto Wilbur to slow him down.

“I have little legs…”

“Want to hop on my back?” Wilbur asked as he turned around, ready for you to hop on.

“Baby, you won’t be able to film. I’ll be fine- Wilbur!” You screeched as he wrapped your arms around his neck and hoisted you up onto his back, gripping the back of your thighs as he jumped up to get you into place.

“See. Nice and cozy. Now just grab your legs around my waist- yup! And I can film! I’m a man of many wonders love.” Wilbur smirks back at you as you scoff at him, chin resting on his shoulder as he lifted the camera up to David, walking towards the fair as he did.

“where are we, David?”

“Um… think we’re in New Orleans last time I checked.” David told the camera as you all continued to make your way down the path, an automated voice greeting you on your way.

Finally making it to the entrance, you hopped off of Wil’s back as you wrapped yourself up with the coat, the fur of the hood covering your ears and making you nuzzle into the warmth more.

“I like to reconnect with my ears when they’re cold.” George said as he held his hands over his ears, hands not any better than his ears.

-

“Dude! Didn’t we trade mark the word-“

“the word house?” David finished for Wilbur as he repeated the sentence, laughing as they pointed at the fun house, claiming that they could technically sue for copyright.

“Do you think we should sue?”

“Fuck no! We barely have money for it, plus they were the og’s so-“

“She has a point…” Wilbur sighed as David slapped his arm.

“Siding with your partner isn’t always the right way!”

“It’s the only way David. I’m always right.” You finish off for him with a smile, Wilbur laughing at you as he nodded, not putting up a fight with that.

As you continued to walk further into the event, you all stopped at a ticket booth, dragging Wilbur by the arm as George and David followed and laughed as Wil made a face back at them.

“How many?”

“Um, 100 please!” You smiled at the worker as they grabbed a bundle of tickets and handed them to you.

“That’ll be 32 pounds please!” The worker said, exhaustion underlying their tone as Wilbur reached for his wallet, being cut off by your cheery voice, thanking the person as you grabbed the tickets.

“Love, you didn’t have to pay for those. It wasn’t even your idea to go!” Wilbur exclaimed to you as he rushed back to your side.

“Wil, you pay for my stuff all the time, and your still trying to pay for Uni. It’s the least I can do for you guys!” You smiled up at the man as he sighed out, bringing your lips into a sweet kiss as you walked.

“Thank you. I love you.”

“I love you too!” You exclaimed back at the man, both of your eyes practically shaping into hearts as you both looked at each other.

The moment was cut off as you ran into a pair of backs, George and David turning around to look at you too with exasperated looks.

“They were looking at each other again, weren’t they?!” George asked David as he nodded at the question, rolling his eyes jokingly at the pair, grumbling about how sick they made him.

-

As you stood in line for the Ferris Wheel, you all got into one cart, filling up the space as you did. You sat across from Wil, George next to you as David was next to Wilbur.

As the door closed, Wilbur asked if we all thought we could break out and get out of the cart before it started. He reached for the door, making you grab his hand and shake your head.

“Wilbur I swear to the heavens above, you’re lucky you even got me on this thing. If you’re not going to pull a Ryan Gosling by climbing up this torture device and asking me out on a date, don’t think about it.” You said sternly at the man as his eyes widened at you, sitting back in his seat.

“Damn… you’ve watched the notebook too much-“

“Tell him that-“ you pointed at Wilbur as he looked at you with betrayal as George laughed at him.

“You always want to watch it?” David exclaimed as Wilbur shook his head.

“Not always! It’s a good movie and the plot is very interesting-“

“He cries to it every time. He’s a real man. Take some notes.” You said as you looked at the pair next to you.

“Yeah! I’m a real man, fucker.” Wilbur told David as you all laughed.

As the ride slowly went up and the height difference became more apparent, you didn’t pay any mind to look down, knowing if you did, it would be your demise.

George went on about how they couldn’t do content anymore and how you all were going to jump out of the ride, while you looked at your shoes, tapping to a random song that was in your head. More so one Wilbur had gotten stuck in your head.

“And here’s my lovely partner, who is definitely terrified of heights but it’s ok-“

“Hey!” You laughed as you looked up at him to see the camera focused on you, Wilbur looking at what the film was capturing, keeping it in focus the whole time.

As you looked at him, you were making faces and smiling, causing giggles to escape both of you. Finally making eye contact with you, Wilbur silently said a small ‘I love you’ as your cheeks flushed red and your smile turned to one that hurt wearing from how big it was.

‘I love you too.’ You worded back as David asked to sit next to George, causing you to nod immediately and switch seats with the man, huddling next to Wil as you did.

“I prefer this.” You whispered to the man, lying your head on his shoulder as he nodded, agreeing with your statement as the ride continued and slowly came to a stop, letting you all out.

-

“If I die in here I’m blaming you.” You said as you pointed to David who convinced all of you to go into the fun house.

“Why me?!” He questioned as you shrugged at him, trying to come up with a good reason.

“Because. Weren’t you just wanting to sue this place for copyright?”

“No! That was not my idea at all, that was his!” Dave said as he pointed at Wilbur who had a shocked look on his face, almost hurt at the call out.

“You agreed!” Wilbur fired back as you all walked further into the building.

As you continued walking, going through hallways and staircases with various different obstacles, you came across a bridge that went through a spinning tunnel.

“Holy fuck- I think I might actually fall.” You laughed as Wilbur’s free hand came up to your back, guiding you through as he filmed David and George.

As you slowly walked through, your eyes fell onto the wall that was spinning, causing you to slowly trip in front of the man.

“Fucking hell! Do I need to carry you?” He said while laughing as you held onto the railing, laughing your ass off, as Wilbur slowly ushered you off of the platform. “Almost killed us!”

“I even warned you!” You said while walking over to the boys who were equally as giddy as you both from the scene they just witnessed.

“How did that even happen?!” George asked while you wiped away the tears that ran down your cheeks.

“Don’t ask-“ you said as you walked towards the mirror maze, looking back at the guys with a scared look. “I’ll stay back here.”

As George and David walked through, your hands immediately went out, feeling what was around you and what mirror was where, desperately trying to find an open space.

“Baby, you don’t have to do that! I’m in front of you, worse comes to worse I hurt myself ramming into one.”

“And that’s exactly why I’m doing this! To make sure that doesn’t happen..” you retorted back as one of your hands went and held Wilbur’s jacket.

As you both followed George and David, all your trust in them to get out, George and David went separate ways to see which one was the right one, yet failing as they did.

“We already went that!” David exclaimed to George as he turned around and went back the way we just came.

Wilbur continued to walk straight, not paying attention to the reflection of his camera on the material in front of him.

“Wilbur that’s not-“

“Ow!” Wilbur let out as his camera hit the wall, colliding with his chest as he caught himself before face planting.

Your laugh filled the area as you slide down the wall behind you, grabbing onto Wilbur once again as he turned to you, laughing as well.

“You were supposed to be helping me!” He yelled out as he bent over, camera dangling down as he tried to catch his breath.

“I-I’m s-sorry! That was s-so funny!” You barely got out as you also tried to catch your breath, tears once again falling as you did.

“Oh man, thank god the cameras fine, thought I crushed it.” Wilbur said as he examined the device, focusing and turning the lense as he checked.

“Yeah, I tried warning you but- that was worth it-“

“What happened over here?!” George asked as he came back over, leaping over you too as you both shook your heads telling him you’d show him later.

-

You all finally called it a night, the cold getting to you as you all played a couple games and rode some more rides to make the tickets well worth it.

As you stood on the train, one hand holding onto the rail and the other holding Wilbur for balance.

Wilbur stood his ground as he held the camera up to George as he summarized the day they had. Or night.

“It had a beginning. Definitely had a middle. This is the end.” He whispered into the camera as Wilbur laughed, turning off the camera to save the battery as much as he could.

“Fuck I’m tired.” Wilbur mumbled as he rubbed his face, body swaying with the train as it moved.

“We’ll go to bed once we’re home, get all nice and warm.” You whispered to him, your head gently resting on his chest as he wrapped one arm around your shoulder, the other holding onto the handles as well.

“What about the tea?” He questioned, remembering the promise he made to you.

“Hmm you can make it for me when we wake up tomorrow. I can wait, but right now what I want is to just sleep and have you hold me.” You said, your words slurring as sleep washed over you, body falling into Wilbur’s as he caught you into his embrace.

“Ok baby, let’s get off real quick and I’ll carry you the rest of the way, yeah?” As you nodded at him, he gently dragged you with him, telling George and David to go ahead.

As you both made it up to the streets, Wilbur brought you in front of him and gently lifted you up by your thighs, wrapping them around his waist. Your arms automatically found the space around his neck, nuzzling into the cold skin as you fell in and out of the desirable state.

“I love you..” you slurred out as Wilbur chuckled at you, opening the door to the apartment.

“I love you too darling.” He said softly, waving at everyone that he hasn’t seen yet, whispering a small goodnight, the saying being reciprocated back just as softly.

As you heard a door open and shit softly, your back making contact with a plush mattress and hands leave your body, you whined out, looking for that warmth again.

“It’s ok baby. I’m getting you some clothes so I can help you change.” The man said softly, quickly finding a sweater of his once more and your favorite pajama pants, placing them on the bed.

“Ok, come here love. I’ll be quick.” Wil said as he took your shoes off in a swipe of his hand, helping you shuffle and shrug everything off. With you being no help whatsoever in this state, he struggled to get you dressed.

Your hands kept finding his and wanting him in the bed to sleep, complaining of the cold weather and wishing you were back home.

“We are home love, and if you get these pants on, we can go to bed yeah?” That proposition seemed to peek your interested as you helped the man get your pjs on quicker than before, immediately getting under the covers and grabbing for him.

“Wil..” you held out his name until you felt the bed dip from him sitting down.

“Can you move over love? I need to lie down too-“ Wilbur asked as you were currently starfished across the bed.

Scooting over, you curled up in on yourself under the covers, feeling the man curl his arms around you and hold you to his chest.

“Thank you for coming today. I’ll make it up you, promise.” Wilbur whispered as your soft breathes made him smile down at you, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

“I love you.” You said once more before sleep finally took you on her grasp and whisked you away with her.

As he closed his eyes, Wilbur realized he wasn’t far from sleep either, falling victim to her sweet song.

Holding you closer than before, he sighed out with a smile before the sweet taste of sleep became too much.

“I love you.”

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[teninchdildoll]

I'm actually so incredibly normal about this

[123pixieaod]

Inspired by this godly post which unlocked a part of my brain I didn't know existed, and solidly gave me complete and utterly brainrot until I wrote something

A thousand thanks to Lily for her wonderful help :))

"Does Kelly not mind you spending all your time with me?" Daniel asks, because she's Daniel and once she's thought something she can't keep her fucking mouth shut, even if she knows it's trouble.

Max looks up, pausing his set of weights, and blinks at her. Daniel feels her cheeks warm. One day, that mouth of yours will run you straight into trouble, young lady, her mum used to tell her, voice firm. Good girls know when to keep quiet. Daniel used to just laugh at the warning. Her laugh is loud and the opposite of quiet, but she used to know that everyone always loved her laugh.

"No," Max says after a beat and then continues lifting. Daniel hates the way her gaze tracks over him, lingering on the movement of his muscles, the ease with which he lifts the weight. Tawny hair brushed out of his eyes, cheeks dusted warm from the exertion. "Of course not."

"Why of course not?" Daniel asks. She wants to sew her mouth shut. This time, Max didn't look over as he answers.

"Kelly's very secure, she's not like other girls. And besides, she knows you."

It's strange. When Daniel was seven and Michelle eleven, they'd gone rock pool fishing. Michelle had been crouched over a shallow pool of water, her finger delicately brushing the tentacles of the anemone. Daniel had been scaling the rocks, wanting steeper, taller, more.

She'd found the shark first, nestled high at between the rocks, and for a beat she hadn't known what she was looking at. Just details, but nothing collective. Rotting smell. Shrivelled holes where eyes should be. Scales of silver lightning. Rubbery fish picked clean. The flash of bone, pearl white.

Then she realised what she was staring at, and screamed. Her father held her while her mother scolded her. I told you not to go climbing! It's too dangerous, Daniel. Why can't you just be good like your sister and stay by the shallow pools?

And then, later, ice cream. Her dad, beside her, explaining the horror away.

It's just nature, Dani. The waves wash them up, and they get stuck there. They can't get back to the sea, and then the sun dries them out.

They drown on air, Michelle helpfully pointed out, her feet kicking happily as she licked her 99. Daniel just just nodded, ice cream untouched. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the sunken holes, the rotting flesh.

She hasn't thought about that moment for years, but suddenly it washes back over her. She feels simultaneously both. The child, staring at the carcass, frozen in shock. The shark, burning up in the sun, chocking on air.

"What does that mean?" She asks, and somehow her voice is normal, is fine. She's fine. She's not a girl or a shark. She's stupid and a fool and a gawky, ugly idiot, but she's fine.

Max manages to shrug, even with the 50kg weights. "You know. Just that Kelly knows you. She knows what you're like. And she knows me too, of course."

Daniel swallows. She nods. She hates everything about herself.

"That's sexist," she forces herself to say lightly because if the silence stretches anymore, Max might notice and set his weights down and look at her, and Daniel can't bear that. She doesn't want his eyes on her, taking in every blemish and imperfection. The boyish, ratty clothes she works out in and her curls gone frizzy with sweat and her inked skin, so different to Max and Kelly's pale, perfect complexions.

"What's sexist?"

"Saying she's not like other girls," Daniel tells him, setting down the weights she been doing. Instead, she goes to grab the skipping rope, just for something to do.

Max laughs. Daniel's glad she's turned away. Her cheeks are burning again.

"It's the truth. You, of course, Daniel, are not like other girls either." He says it lightly and ends with a chuckle, as if it's all just a joke. Daniel drags a sweaty hand over her cheeks. Burning, burning, burning.

Apparently, in Max's mind, she and Kelly are the same; both not like other girls. Kelly, with her faultless makeup and wonderful daughter and classy dresses and perfect feminity. One end of the scale. Daniel, the other. Barely even considered "a girl." Always one of the boys, only woman in f1 for a reason.

"Thanks," Daniel says. She wants to make it sound humorous, like she's in on the joke too. Instead, it's too cold; muttered as if she actually gave two shits about the conversation anyway. She has an F1 season to prepare for, she's too busy to care about stupid shit like this.

There's a beat of silence as Daniel stretches out the rope, feeling the plastic flex and give. Then, Max exhaling, the gentle bump of his weights against the floor, the workout bench shifting as his centre of gravity changes. Daniel keeps her back to him, ignoring it all.

"I did not mean it as insult," Max finally says, stubborn. Daniel forces a laugh, turning to give him a smile, all teeth.

"Of course not Maxy. I get that." Voice light and blithe. One of the boys.

She thinks he'll drop it, but instead, his frown only grows. Pinched brows, thin lips, cheeks growing blotchy. Blue eyes regard her, intense and unyielding. She burns from the inside out.

"I've upset you," he says, in that blunt, genuine way only he can do. Daniel barks out another laugh.

"Don't be stupid. You're not important enough to ever be able to get under my skin." She gives him another smile with only teeth. She feels insane. Her mother tells her good girls stay quiet.

"I'm sorry," he tries again, growing frustrated now, "I did not mean -"

"I told you, you didn't upset me," she drops the skipping rope without actually using it. "Anyway, I'm bored. Wanna get lunch now? Or are you still trying to pump those muscle with more testosterone?"

Max gives her one last, searching look before standing. They're almost the same height. She wants to shrink to nothing.

"That is not how testosterone works, Daniel," he says with the air of an overworked teacher. He looks at her with a smile, uncertain but genuine. She laughs, allowing him to move the conversation on.

She walks out of the gym first but holds the door for him. He grins, relieved. His fingers skim hers as he takes it and she lets go. A chill runs through her. Cold like scales, cold like ice cream untouched.

Follow up here!

[jheselbraum]

The biggest tragedy of oot is that link needs fucking parents and there is literally no one who is capable of filling that role in his life. Maybe Impa, but by the time the game ends the only other competent adults in the game, Darunia and Nabooru, have no idea who Link is, and every other adult is either unfit to raise a child (Ganondorf, Ingo, due to being evil), incapable of raising a child (the Deku Tree, due to being dead) or it'd be weird like if Talon adopted him (due to it being implied Link later marries Malon). It's debatable at best whether or not Navi is an adult in the first place, she reads like an older child to me, but it doesn't matter cause she either abandoned Link at the end of the game making her an unfit parent due to her abandoning him or she was actually mortally wounded and left Link to go die somewhere else like a goddamn cat or something making her incapable of raising him due to being dead.

I could parent him.