#anyway yeah!!! she’s cute I like her!!!

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Plus One, Minus Feelings - Jeon Jungkook

Prompt: The classic let's pretend to be a couple for just a while. Nothing bad will happen, right?

Prompt request: HERE

Genre/tags: Fluff, friends to lovers, fake dating, jealous! Jungkook, goofball! Jungkook, reader is into another person for the first half (spoiler: Yoongi)

Pairing: Jungkook x she/her reader

Word count: 7.4k

a/n: this Jungkook has the personality of someone I know, so it's really easy to imagine him in this scenario lol

It was Saturday night at Jin’s house. A casual get-together routine in your friend group. His apartment condo being the biggest one out of everyone, it was natural that his place became the go-to base camp. 

You were on your third yapping session with Jihyo, with your feet crossed sitting on the floor, and your hands moving expressively. The girl was listening to your rambles, looking at you while sitting on the sofa and sipping her smoothie. You were about to enter your fourth story when you heard Jin calling your name from across the room. The man walked towards where you and Jihyo were, with another guy beside him, Jungkook. 

“You’re single, right?” The guy asked out of the blue. 

“Me?” You pointed to yourself, while still sitting on the floor. 

“Who else? Jihyo has a boyfriend.” He rolled his eyes sassily. 

You folded your arms. “You came here just to mock me?!”

“See! She’s single.” He told Jungkook with a sly smile. 

You raised one of your eyebrows. “Are you seriously trying to…”

“No, geez.” Jin chuckled. “Just ask her.” He said to the other guy. 

“Can you help me out? I need a plus one on a wedding.” Jungkook suddenly said. 

“Who’s getting married? And why me though???”

“My brother.”

“Oh, yeah hell no. I’m not going.” You quickly said. 

“Wha— Why??? I haven’t even told you the whole reason!” He said, lips trying so hard not to form a pout. 

“I don’t wanna get interviewed by your family, duh??? I’ll be fine if it’s just Jin’s wedding or something.”

“Yeah, we’re not gonna see that any time soon though…” Jihyo giggled. 

Jungkook ignored Jin’s loud protests and continued. “I made a bet with my brother and he said he’ll buy me the new Switch if I somehow bring someone to his wedding.” 

“I still don’t want to get interrogated by your parents, Kook.” You sighed. 

“Don’t worry! I’ll tell them. It’s just to fool my brother and all.” He nodded eagerly, hoping you’d buy his reasoning. “Please? I’ll even let you try the switch first.” 

“That’s not a good offer?!” You said in a high pitched voice. 

“I’ll get you one of those cute blind boxes…?” Jungkook offered in an unsure tone.

“Yeah, um… I like those but no.” 

“I’ll throw in a dozen of Krispy Kreme.”

“Deal.”

“That’s what gets you???” Jihyo laughed. 

“I was on Jungkook’s side, but yeah, what the hell?!” Jin joined. 

You shrugged. “I love donuts.” 

“Thank you so much!!!” Jungkook bent down on your level on the floor and side hugged you playfully.

“When is this wedding anyway?” You cringed and pushed him to the side. 

“Two weeks from now.”

You sighed, regretting your decision already. “Awesome.”

**

“Uh, what are you doing here?”

6PM on a Thursday night. The night air was chilly, but not too cold. You just stepped out from your office building, ready to head home, when you noticed Jungkook waiting outside. He was smoking, one hand holding his bud and the other was tucked inside the pocket of his extremely baggy pants. 

He immediately squeezed the unfinished cigarette on the trash can next to him as soon as you were on sight. He clapped his hands to together, cleaning the debris, and straightened his posture. With a pleading look, he flashed you a grin. 

“Please come to my family dinner tonight.”

“Tonight?” You looked at him, processing. “What do you mean by tonight?!”

“It will convince my brother!”

“This wasn’t in any part of our deal…” You said in a warning tone. 

“I know! I’m so sorry, but I accidentally told him early that I’m bringing someone…” 

“Not exactly my problem now, is it?” You sighed and folded your arms. “Attending his wedding is one thing. We wouldn’t even get that many chances to talk with him. But a dinner??? I’ll die.”

“Please? Please???” He clasped his hands together, begging with big eyes. 

You sighed. “No.”

“Uh, please?” He closed one eye and the other peeking at you. A nervous smile on his lips.

“You really didn’t think this through, huh?” His expression almost made you crack. 

“No, I didn’t.” He slumped down. “Pretty please? With another dozen of Krispy Kreme on top and I’ll even buy them for you tonight?” He batted his eyelashes at you. 

“You didn’t just do that to me…” You pointed at him and bit your inner cheek. “I hate you.”

“Is that a yes?” He grinned. 

“I don’t know!” You replied in frustration. 

“Please? I won’t stop begging until you agree.” 

It was as if his eyes got bigger every time he said please. 

“You’re insane.” You groaned. “Whatever let’s just go.”

“Yes!” He threw his fist in the air, celebrating with a loud voice. 

“God bless whoever’s gonna be actually dating you.” You rolled your eyes, smiling nonetheless at his antics. 

“I love you too.” He giggled and pinched your cheeks. You swatted away his hand immediately. “I’ll pick you up tonight!” 

And so he picked you up at your place later on with his parent’s car instead of his Harley. Said he wanted you to be able to dress prettily and not having your hair messed up by the helmet. Also because he just ordered the donuts, like promised. He knew there was a possibility of you actually bailing on him if he failed to do so. 

You were nervous, but he assured you that he had informed his parents about the whole thing, so the only people to fool were his brother and his soon-to-be wife. 

“You think I look okay?” 

You asked the guy, turning around to show him your whole outfit. You were wearing a simple blouse and a pair of flared trousers. You weren’t quite sure if it was too formal or too underdressed for the occasion. 

“I barely see you in anything other than t-shirts and baggy pants.”

“As if you’re not the same.” You shook your head and looked at him. He was in fact, still with his usual baggy jeans and oversized tee. “It doesn't look pretentious or anything, right?” 

“It’s cute.” He assured. “Let's go.”

The compliment just rolled out from his tongue so naturally it almost took you off guard. 

Arriving at Jungkook’s house, the first thing you noticed was a scooter that was parked in front of the fences. You didn’t further question it though as a wave of nervousness washed over you. The reality quickly sank on you that you were going to act as if you were dating your friend to fool his brother.

“Remember we’ve been dating for three months.” Jungkook said to you as he turned off the car engine. 

“And we’re just taking things slow, no pressure.” You continued. “I’m actually so nervous.” You confessed.

He took a closer look at your face. “I mean hey, if you’re that uncomfortable, I’ll take you back home. It’s okay. I can just tell him that you still have work or something…”

“No, it’s fine.” You took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. “Let’s get this over with.”

“You sure?”

You nodded and stepped out of the vehicle. 

As soon as you entered, you were welcomed by Jungkook’s mom, who had a beautiful smile on when she greeted you. You quickly noticed his brother Junghyun and his partner Yoora, sitting on a nearby sofa, eyes clearly on you, in which you quickly flashed a smile in return. You noticed an unknown man present though. He had medium length hair, fair skin, and a very comfy looking hoodie on. 

“I see Jungkook wasn’t lying.” His brother grinned and shook your hand, introducing himself and then his partner. 

You gulped, but kept your cool. “Nice to meet you.”

“Oh, that’s Yoongi by the way. He’s an old friend of mine.” He pointed at the guy standing at the corner and called him to join you. 

The man walked towards your direction and shook your hand, giving you a very short greeting. You quickly smiled at the guy as well, before turning your head at the sound of Jungkook’s mom calling you all to the table. 

“So how long have you guys been dating?” Jungkook’s brother asked.

“Three months.” Both of you said in unison. You cleared your throat, feeling awkward. 

“Where did you meet?”

“Jimin introduced—“

Both of you spoke at the same time again. You looked at Jungkook in annoyance while he grinned apologetically. His mom giggled next to him, seeing the two of you. 

“You guys are actually cute it’s disgusting.” The brother laughed. 

You were glad for whatever that was, it did more good than harm in convincing the man. 

“You guys should introduce Yoongi to someone too, he’s been single since forever.” He continued, earning an audible groan from the friend. 

“Shut up, I do go on dates.” Yoongi protested. 

“Hinge matches that you’ve never met in person don’t count, Yoongi.”

“I don’t have the time.” The man protested. 

“He’s single? I’m surprised.” You said to Jungkook in a whisper. 

“Why is that surprising?” Jungkook replied back in the same volume. 

“He’s lowkey hot.” You said without thinking.

Jungkook looked back at you with big eyes and crunched his nose. Before he had the chance to react further, his brother spoke again. 

“Any of your lady friends single?” Junghyun turned to you. 

“I’m sure we don’t need to pressure the poor guy like that.” You smiled. 

“Yeah, I didn’t wanna date before I met her too. You can’t force these things.” Jungkook said proudly. You almost rolled your eyes at the acting. 

“Ew, who are you again?” The older brother laughed at his sibling’s words. “Y/N, I’m truly impressed. How did you even manage to tame this animal?”

“He’s actually really sweet and caring at times.” You giggled, gazing at him playfully.

“Hopefully that makes up for him being a brat most of the time?” Yoora looked at you with a smile. 

“Hmm… that I’m not sure.” You chuckled. 

“Oh, is that so?” Jungkook pinched your cheek with a big grin on his face. He knew you couldn’t slap his hand away when everyone was looking. 

“You should join our party this weekend!” Junghyun said to you. “We have a couple of friends coming, it’s gonna be fun.”

“Uh, she’s kinda busy on the weekends… no?” Jungkook looked at you with worry. 

You shook your head with a smile. Everyone had been very nice and welcoming to you. You would be lying to say that you were busy on the weekends. Wouldn’t want to add more lies on top of another lie. 

“I know you don’t wanna go but don’t lie for her like that.” Junghyun eyed his brother.  

Jungkook looked at you, perplexed. “Are you sure?”

You nodded. “Yeah, I have nothing better to do anyway.”

After dinner the parents decided to hit the hay first, while Junghyun suggested to hangout at the back porch, having bought beers and all. You and Jungkook volunteered to fetch some cokes and snacks at the mini mart nearby. 

“Seriously, Yoongi?” Jungkook suddenly said as both of you were browsing an aisle. 

You gave your friend a side eye. “Are you judging my taste in men?!”

“You’re into nerds?”

“You’re one to talk.” You threw a bag of Doritos at his direction, that he caught just in time. 

“I still go out and socialize.” He shrugged with a smug smile. 

“Good for you.” You rolled your eyes and walked past him. 

“He barely talks.”

“And you talk too much.”

“Ouch.” Jungkook dramatically put his hands on his chest. 

“You’re taking it way too seriously, I just think he’s hot. I don’t know him.” You pushed him by his shoulder playfully. 

“How about you get to know him then?” He suddenly suggested. You could practically see a broken lightbulb lit up above his head. “I’ll make sure you get to spend some time with him later.”

“You sure switch your lanes fast.” You shook your head. “We’re supposed to be a couple too, so that doesn’t help.”

“Just tell him, he’s chill.” He dismissed. “Knowing him, he probably doesn’t give two shits about it anyway. Besides, it’s not like I’m planning on lying to my brother forever.”

“You don’t think it’s weird?” You thought it was weird too that you actually were considering making a move. 

“He’s a nerd but he’s alright. Decent person.” He made an upside down u with his lips, nodding. “If that’s what you’re into, who am I to judge?”

“You suck.” You threw another snack at him, making him laugh. 

After some chit chats and a few embarrassing stories later, it was almost twelve and at this point everyone just sat down enjoying the night sky. The couple seemed like they were enjoying themselves, cuddling up with each other on the other side of the porch, while you were left with a few more cans or beer with Jungkook and Yoongi. 

Jungkook started to eye you weirdly, signaling you to say something to the awfully quiet man beside you. You looked at him, shaking your head. The boy just smirked at you before suddenly standing up. 

“Gotta hit the bathroom real quick.”

“Jungkook…” You pulled him by his t-shirt, eyeing him. 

“Don’t be too clingy now.” He chuckled and walked away, holding his laughter. 

You sighed and turned to Yoongi, who was now looking at you after Jungkook leaving you alone with him. He took another can and twisted the handle open. 

“You must have the patience of a saint to be with him.” He suddenly said. 

Your eyes widened slightly at the comment, surprising he was starting a conversation. You shook your head, smiling. You didn’t know exactly where to start on the topic. 

“Let me guess, he paid you to act?” 

You gasped, covering your mouth. “Not too loud!”

“They’re asleep.” 

You looked to your right, and a sigh of relief came out as you saw the couple sleeping on the couch. 

“So it’s true?” Yoongi nonchalantly asked as he took more sips of the beer. 

“Well, he didn’t pay me like that… He got me some donuts and I’m just doing him a favor.” 

“You’re doing it for donuts?” 

It was the first time you hear his chuckle, it sounded beautiful. 

“You get a couple of donuts and he gets a brand new Nintendo Switch? That sounds fair.”

“I love doing things for the plot, I guess.” You smiled bashfully. 

He hummed, still with a small smile on his lips. “What’s your favorite movie?”

“Huh? What’s that got to do with anything?”

“I judge people’s character by their favorite movie.”

You giggled. “Jungkook was right.”

Yoongi looked at you questioningly. 

“You’re a nerd.” 

“Oh.” He voiced, seemingly lightly offended.

“It’s Midsommar and Inception.” You answered. 

Instead of reacting, Yoongi just gulped the beer can, this time finishing it. 

“So… what does that say about my personality?” 

“You’re not dating Jungkook, right?”

You were once again surprised. “Depends on who’s asking.” You replied, testing the waters. 

“I’m asking.” He said bluntly. 

You grinned. “Then no, I’m not.”

You had a few more chats before Jungkook came back from his so-called toilet break. You had no idea where he went or what he actually did, but you made a mental note to thank him later for the small favor. 

Jungkook drove you back home that night. The cheeky grin you had the entire ride was giving it away. 

“You look creepy. I assume things went well?” Jungkook asked with eyes still on the road. 

You shrugged but failed to wipe the smirk off your face. “I guess? You were right though…”

“About what?”

“He is a nerd… a cute one.” You giggled. 

“Disgusting.” Jungkook shook his head. “Please keep your act at the wedding.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t betray you like that.” You patted his shoulder from the passenger seat. “After all, you did help me so I could talk to him. So, thank you.”

“Hey, thank you too for even agreeing to whatever this bullshit is.” He sighed. “You know you don’t have to go to that party too.”

“It’s okay, your brother and his girl are good people, I enjoy the company.” You paused then grinned. “Plus, I’ll get to see Yoongi again.”

“If he shows up, that is.” Jungkook laughed. “You better pray cause that man hates parties.”

**

You stared at the reflection in your mirror, fixing the wrinkles on the clothes, you twisted your body to the left and to the right. You were not so sure if wearing a mini skirt was a right choice for the party. You could easily go with your usual baggy jeans and crop top combo, but there was a possibility of Yoongi showing up and you wanted to look pretty. At the very least. Dunking your lip gloss and tint in your purse, you threw in your perfume as well. 

The look Jungkook gave you once he saw you opening the car door was hard to miss. His mouth was ever so slightly gaped and his eyebrows furrowed. You would had guessed that he was insulting you, but his head nodded afterwards, lips turning into thin line as he did. He appeared to be amazed by what he saw. 

“You dressed up well.” He said as you took a seat and closed the door. 

“I’m still betting on Yoongi showing up, remember?”

“Ah yes, of course.” He clicked his tongue. “You don’t need to doll up for him, he’ll show up in a hoodie and bucket hat or something.”

“He doesn’t have to try.” You shrugged.

“Wow, calm down.” He looked at you with judging eyes. “This is you being sarcastic, right?”

You shrugged again, smirking. 

One hour into the party and there was still no sign of your crush at the function. Jungkook’s brother was opening a second bottle of Jägermeister, pouring it for everyone, mixing it with cans of Red Bulls. 

Your supposed boyfriend had already gulped multiple glasses down, his cheeks were glowing pink and he was even more chatty. 

“Looks like your man isn’t coming.” He said to you. 

“It is what it is.” You sighed, downing a shot. 

“At least you look cute today.”

“You think so?” You eyed him with an amused smirk. You wondered if it was already the alcohol doing its thing. 

“Yeah.” He agreed casually. 

You chuckled. “I thought your tolerance was better than this.”

“I’m not drunk yet.” He rolled his eyes. “Wanna go get some fresh air?”

You looked around and saw everyon on the table was dancing around, pretty much tipsy if not drunk already. 

“Can we?” You asked him. 

Instead of answering, Jungkook went to his brother. “We’re going to catch some fresh air for a bit, is that good?”

“Alright, use protection kiddos.” The older man laughed and patted his shoulder. 

“That’s not—“ The man was already back on the dance floor without letting his little brother finish the sentence. 

Jungkook turned to you. “He thinks we’re off to fuck, but we’re good to go.”

“Ew.” You cringed but followed the man out from the club. 

Jungkook sighed heavily as soon as you were at the front of the club. “I thought I was gonna turn deaf.”

“Yeah.” I chuckled. “Your brother parties well it seems.”

“He loves it. He’s borderline alcoholic.” Jungkook shook his head. “I think he likes you.”

“How do you know?”

“He knows my ex from two years ago. He was still bugging me on inviting her even after I told you were gonna show up at our dinner.” He sighed. “I don’t see her, I guess it worked out.”

“Is she someone I know?” You asked with a careful tone. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever introduced her to any of you guys… Jimin knows her though.”

“I see…” You looked away, suddenly feeling awkward on the topic. 

He eyed you and laughed, nudging you before he spoke. “It’s okay to ask, I don’t feel anything for her anymore.” 

You stayed quiet and observed his demeanor, searching for doubts. 

“Seriously! It wasn’t anything bad. We just wanted different things and it didn’t work out. My brother likes her though, so that’s why.” He laughed again, but it slowly faded as he was lost in thoughts on something. “Fuck, if I think about it, he’s gonna be so pissed once he finds out.”

“Is it really worth the Switch?”

“Totally.” He answered without hesitation, laughing. “You on the other hand, I just know it’s not worth the donuts.”

“It’s not that bad. I don’t hate it.” 

“You’re just saying that because you met Yoongi.” He smirked.

“It is a nice bonus!” You cackled, looking up at the sky. “Everyone’s nice and I don’t hate hanging out with you.” 

“Wow.” He rolled his eyes but a smile found his lips. “You know what, let’s go eat some good steak after the wedding!”

“Really?” Your eyes beamed with excitement. 

He nodded. “I don’t hate hanging out with you either.” The grin on his lips was almost blinding.  

Both of you wounded up talking some more. You didn't know that you enjoyed talking basically about shit nothings with him. You never really had the chance to spend time much time alone with him before, given you always met him with the group and you were more close to Jihyo and Jimin. You liked how silly and random he could be and the way he laughed sounded soothing. You were not sure why you came into that conclusion but you decided to stick with it.

Until a certain man stopped in front both of you.  

“Why are you guys outside?”

“Yoongi?” You called, surprised upon seeing the guy. “I thought you weren’t coming.”

The man flattened his lips, trying to appear indifferent. He had his hands inside his pockets and everything. One thing you quickly noticed was how put together he looked. He looked very different from the guy you talked with at the back porch. His hair was sleeked back neatly and you could smell his perfume from where you stood. The black button up shirt fit his physique so well. Surely, no hoodie nor bucket hat like what Jungkook had mentioned. 

Jungkook who seemingly aware of how starstruck you were, let out an audible groan at the scene. 

“I had some work today, I thought of ditching actually.” Yoongi said while looking at you. 

“What changed your mind?” You curiously asked. 

The man shrugged nonchalantly. “Heard you’re invited.”

“Oh.” Your mouth went slightly ajar. You almost couldn’t believe his words. 

“Y’all are disgusting. I’m heading in.” Jungkook walked right through the middle of you and Yoongi, storming right back into the club. 

“Huh.” Yoongi voiced, eyes following Jungkook’s figure disappearing at the door. “Does he know?”

“He knows. It was even his idea…”You confessed. “He went to the toilet on purpose just so we could talk that night.”

“Doesn’t seem like it.”

“Nah, don’t worry. He’s just a pouty brat.” You dismissed. “Let’s go in?”

Yoongi nodded and followed you from behind. 

The moment you and Yoongi arrived at the reserved table, Jungkook was doing two shots of something that one of his brother’s friend handed him. Your eyes met for a split second on his first shot, before he ignored you and chugged another one. Here you thought he was done drinking already. Did he forget that he drove you here?

You had known Jungkook for a while and you knew he could handle his alcohol. You had no problem switching place and drove him. So you kept conversing with Yoongi, thinking your fake boyfriend would be fine, just having a bit more fun wouldn’t hurt him. 

Something was definitely wrong when you saw the lad slurring and excusing himself to puke. 

“Kook? You alright?”

“No.” He replied from the toilet stall. 

You heard another gagging sound before he pressed the flush button. He came out soon after, looking very flushed and unwell. 

“I thought you were done drinking for the night.” You approached him, patting his back. 

“I was being stupid.” He sighed. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I can drive back…”

“It’s okay, I’ll drive you and just take uber back.” You assured him. 

Jungkook muttered a low “thanks” before trailing you from behind, back to the table.

“You alright, dude?” Yoongi looked at the guy with sympathy. 

“Yup.” Jungkook did an okay sign, with half closed lids. “At least I can still form a thought.”

“Geez, how will you get home?” Yoongi looked at your direction. 

“I can drive him and take a cab back.” You replied. 

“I can take you home.” The man said sternly. “I’ll meet you at his apartment complex.”

“Oh, you don’t have to!” You widened your eyes, refusing politely. “You just got here too…”

“I insist.” Yoongi grabbed your shoulder, stopping you from rambling further. “Let’s go.”

You followed Yoongi and walked to bid goodbyes to the party host, letting him know the reasoning before heading to the parking lot. 

The tatted man was pretty quiet and calm the whole ride, except for the very few short verbal responses he gave out when you asked him something. Occasionally he would hum like a little kid. You were just glad he was not that drunk to the point where it was impossible to handle. He could still walk by himself properly, but you walked him to his room just in case. 

You were greeted by an over excited Bam, Jungkook’s dog, jumping up to you. It had been quite some time since last you saw the big Doberman. You were glad at least he didn’t think of you as a stranger. Once Jungkook had sat down on the couch, you went back to pet the dog. 

“Did I tell you that you look cute today?”

You looked back at the man who was staring at you innocently. Finally getting to experience first hand on his drunk baby behavior instead of just hearing stories from Taehyung was something else. 

“Yes, you did.” You said without looking at him. Your attention was still on the giant dog. 

“Did Yoongi tell you that too?”

You halted and thought to yourself. That question definitely made you think. Yoongi did not mention anything about how your appearance whatsoever. Did he really have to though? 

“No, he didn’t…”

“You’ve tried your best and he didn’t even say anything?!” 

“Well, at least you noticed.” You smiled. 

“You’re damn right I did.” He grinned proudly. 

You shook your head at the nonsense. “Good night, Kook.”

“Night, cutie.” 

When you got out, Yoongi was already waiting for you. You panned out exchanging numbers after he dropped you off.

**

“This might be the very last favor I’m gonna ask you before it’s finally done for real.”

“What is it again now?”

“Spend the night at the venue hotel with me? Please? My brother booked a room for the family and apparently he added an extra room for us…”

You could hear his voice begging over the phone call. 

“What’s in it for me? I don’t wanna end up like that time you hit Jimin in his sleep.”

“Free breakfast and an awesome roomie that will try his best not to accidentally kick you in your sleep.” His chuckles slowly faded.

“So you’re basically offering nothing.”

“Please?” You could almost picture his exact facial expression.

“I guess a little staycation won’t hurt.” You sighed. It seemed like you couldn't find yourself to reject him. “We’ve already gone too far anyway, might as well just finish this.”

“Thank you so much!” The man shouted from the other line. “I’ll try my best not to hit you while I sleep.”

“You better be.”

So that was how you were now up binge watching unsolved crimes on YouTube, with your pretend boyfriend, who had a newly opened bottle of wine right in his hand, pouring it down onto a glass. 

“You sure your brother wouldn’t mind us taking one of his wines?” 

“Nah, this was gifted anyway.” He waved.

“If you say so.” 

You took the freshly poured glass and slumped on the bed, enjoying the cool feeling of the bedsheets on your skin. Jungkook was lying down next to you, over the bed cover. Both of you had changed into your pajamas and all.

On the fifth video playing, you finally got a text back from Yoongi after you informed him about your small sleepover situation. It could be the lack of emojis used in the replies, but he seemed chill about the whole thing, only telling you to call him right away if anything cynical were ever to occur.  

You didn’t realize but soon your attention was taken by the small screen in your hands, instead of the huge television in the room. But when it finally came into your attention, you quickly put down your phone. You had always disliked people playing with their phones when hanging out with you, figured you would not want to do the same thing. 

“I just told Yoongi that I’m staying the night here.” 

Jungkook’s eyes were already at you when you looked up from your phone. 

He turned back to the screen, going back to take another chip from the bag on his hand. “What did he say?”

“He seems cool with it. Told me to call him straight up if you try anything fishy.”

“Are you guys like a thing now?” 

“Eh, we’ve texted back and forth for days but that’s all.” You shrugged.

The man shifted his position to your direction. “So… do you like him?”

“I mean, I guess he seems like a perfect textbook boyfriend.”

“Whose textbook?” Jungkook raised one of his eyebrows. 

“Well, mine?” You chuckled. “Guess I really do like nerds.” 

“Oh, wow.” Jungkook said in a straight tone, unamused.

“I mean he’s nice and cute, what more can you ask for?” 

The man sighed. “Well, if that’s the case then I guess good for you.” 

“You don’t sound too happy about it.” You noticed the shift in his voice. 

“I’m not excited to see you being all gross with him after this.” He rolled his eyes and pushed the snack to your direction. 

You took one chip and chuckled. “He could just be flirting for fun.”

“Yoongi doesn’t do that.” Jungkook replied with his mouth full. “Bro barely flirts in general.”

“I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.” 

Suddenly a big thunder flashed, making a loud noise that shocked both of you. You jumped from your seat to look by the hotel window. It was suddenly pouring heavy outside. Jungkook followed you shortly, peeking next to you. 

You pulled the curtains open, enjoying the calming rain atmosphere. “We’re gonna sleep so good tonight.” 

“Lights on or lights off?” The man asked. 

“Off, all of them.”

“I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me.” Jungkook went in for a hi-five. 

You crossed your leg and sat on the floor, eyes on the crazy weather outside. Once again, Jungkook mimicked and joined you on the floor. 

“What’s on your mind?” He asked.

“Nothing, it’s just really nice.” You sighed. “Do you have any nosy relatives?”

“The old ones from my dad’s side are sometimes a bit, but nothing too crazy. Why? Ah… you’re scared you’re gonna get interrogated tomorrow?” 

“Sorta, yeah.” You chuckled. “I don’t do well with new people.”

“You’re gonna be fine, they’ll like you.” He assured. “I’ll do the talk, you’ll just have to smile and look pretty.”

“You think I look pretty?” You pointed at yourself, grinning. 

“I’ve told you before.”

You suddenly remember that night when he was drunk. “Oh, you remember that? You told me I looked cute though not—“

“I remember what I said.” He cut you off with a slight annoyed tone.

“Uh, thanks…” You said, suddenly feeling awkward. You didn’t know why he suddenly seemed so serious about it. 

“You don’t believe it, do you?”

“Well, you were drunk and I know you, you love to say a lot of shit nothings.” 

“I’m not drunk now so…” He puffed his cheeks. 

“We were just drinking wine?” You replied. 

Jungkook groaned. “Shut up.”

“Alright, I believe you.” You laughed. Your cheeks feeling ever so slightly warm. You decided it was due to the glass of wine instead of thinking of other possibilities. 

Jungkook laughed as well, after he rolled his eyes at you. Your eyes met for a short second, but you quickly broke it off and looked back at the window. You were not quite sure why, but you felt the urge to lean your head on the boy’s shoulder. Figuring it wouldn’t be weird, you did so. After all, you did it all the time with Jimin too.

You could tell his shoulder stiffened at first, but it quickly loosened and relaxed. A few seconds later he leaned back his head on top of yours, and both of you just stayed like that for minutes, only the sound of the downpour filling up the room. 

“Hey, look at the sky.”

“Huh?” You suddenly straightened your position and looked up. “What is—“

Then your mind blanked. In a split second Jungkook launched an attack, giving you a surprise kiss on your right cheek. You heard it making a loud smooch noise, despite the rain blaring in the background. You looked at him with your hand now holding your cheek. Would you believe that, the man just looked at you with a big grin as if he was innocent, his eyes turned into thin lines, his lip piercing glared under the moonlight. 

“Did you just kiss me???”

“On your cheek, yes.” He nodded like a kid. The smug grin was still there, proudly. 

“You told me to look at the sky!” You whined. 

“That was the most classic move in the book.” He laughed. 

“Whose book is this?!” You retorted. Weirdly enough, you didn’t seem to mind it that much.

“We need to both review our books it seems like.” He chuckled. “I’m sorry, you just looked very pretty under the moon and all, it was very dramatic in my eyes.” 

“Is this the alcohol talking again?”

“Stop blaming the alcohol and start taking my compliments seriously.” He folded his arms, the muscles flexed as he did. 

Great. Now how in the heavens were you suppose to sleep again?

Thankfully, things somehow managed to cool down after that, and both of you soon retrieved to the bed after cleaning up. 

You were glad the man next to you was a heavy sleeper, so he wouldn’t notice you tossing and turning. Should you be overthinking on Jungkook’s behavior? You knew he was a flirty being, you were sure he did things like this all the time. After all, he fell asleep almost instantly like nothing had ever happened, so it must be true. 

The next morning when you woke up, the left side of the bed was already empty. You were glad that at least no accidents happened during your sleep. It would suck to go to the celebration with a blue eye. You still remembered Jimin’s pain that one time you went camping. 

Assuming Jungkook was off to the gym, you got up and took a shower. By the time you were done, there was a sweaty bare back facing you, sitting on the edge of the bed, gulping down a bottled water. 

Last time you saw Jungkook shirtless was a few months back, maybe even a year ago. Jihyo had this immaculate idea of a beach day, only for it to end up raining. You and her stayed inside the cottage the entire time. But the boys? They didn’t care. Every single one of them ended up catching the cold too. 

That being said, at that period of time, Jungkook was already muscular, but he sure as hell wasn’t as this big. Maybe it was the amount of Twinkies he ate on his free time doing wonders on his bulking. 

“Oh, you’re done?” Jungkook suddenly turned, clutching the t-shirt he had on his hand to his chest. It was almost funny how big his eyes popped open. 

“Yeah.” You wondered why he got flustered all of the sudden. 

“I may stink a bit.” He sheepishly laughed. “I’ll shower and we’ll get breakfast after?”

**

And before you knew it, you were on the table with the Jeons. A flared floral dress clung on your body, heels hanging on your left foot as you crossed your legs, sitting prettily as what Jungkook had asked you. 

You were thankful he kept his words. Here you were, giggling at Jungkook’s aunt, telling you a story about how when he was a baby he used to cry every time upon seeing a literal piece of broccoli. You barely need to say anything. Jungkook kept the conversation going and would always wittily shift the conversation away from turning into public interrogation. 

When the main celebration was over, he didn’t stop you from going to converse with Yoongi. Nor he did when the man kindly asked to swap dance partners. Maybe it was just how he didn’t need any more convincing or anything to prove. The job was already done. 

You found yourself questioning on why he didn’t though, on why he just let you be. You questioned yourself on why you never really felt the butterflies around Yoongi. But at this point, you began to realize something was up. He would say something and all you could think of was how Jungkook would react over the top, make a dumb pun, and dance around like an idiot instead. Yoongi was exactly how you would imagine your perfect guy. But was it also a mental block that made you think you felt something for him other than mild admiration? 

“You’re zoning out.”

“Oh! I was?” You jumped slightly, hearing Yoongi’s comment. “I’m sorry.”

“Are you looking for him?”

“I was just wondering where he went, I haven’t seen him since the dance…”

“I didn’t say a name.” 

You were taken aback. Yoongi’s expression was a mixture of amusement and light disappointment. 

“I’m sorry, my head’s been all over the place…” You replied in a low voice. 

The man sighed, crossing his hands. “Don’t apologize. Don’t worry about it. 

“But, Yoongi…”

“Think about it. Would you say yes if any other person asked you to do this ridiculous favor just for donuts? And why does Jungkook even need to do this so badly?! He could afford the console himself if he wanted to.”

Huh. 

He sighed again, but this time there was a small smile on his lips. “Go. Before I like you even more.”

“I’m so sorry, Yoongi.”

“Just go.”

And with that push, you picked up your feet and searched. He was nowhere near his family table and nowhere at dessert bar. And you knew it wasn’t like him to not camp in the dessert area like a hungry child. You texted him but there was no immediate response. You weren’t sure if calling would be a good idea. You figured he must had ran back to the hotel room.

Your assumption was correct when you found him lying on the floor, with arms and legs stretched out like a starfish, tie discarded next to him. He only spared a look at you for a few seconds, before going back on focusing his vision up at the ceiling. 

“Jungkook, what the hell are you doing…” You couldn’t help a smile forming on your lips. 

“Comforting myself.” He grinned with eyes closed shut. “Wanna join?”

You looked at him and shook your head in disbelief. It took you merely five seconds of decision making before giving up and laid on your side next to him. Jungkook quickly turned his body to your direction once he felt your presence close by. With his arm under his head for support, there was that boyish grin plastered on his face looking at you again. 

“So what are we doing on the floor again?”

“Dunno.” He bit his inner cheeks as he spoke. “You look really pretty today.” He mentioned unpromptly. 

“Stop saying that.” You looked away. 

“Just in case Yoongi hasn’t told you.” He grinned. “Why are you here? You should be at the party…”

“And you don’t?! I thought you want that new switch?” 

“I do, it’s just… I can’t really give a damn about that right now, honestly.” He scoffed. “You shouldn’t be here, though.”

“And why is that?”

“It’s giving me hope.” He turned his body and laid on his back, facing the ceiling again. “This sucks balls but I have to admit that I’m jealous.”

You froze in place. Your eyes still glued to him, looking at his side profile as he continued to talk without meeting your eyes. 

“Yoongi is exactly your type. The whole hot nerd vibe. Smart, broody, quiet. He’s what you go for.” He chuckled. “I’m gonna sound so pick me after this, but I’m not that. I’m dumb and loud. And I hate it.”

“Jungkook…”

“I know this is fake. But it didn’t feel fake.” His voice dropped. “Not to me. Holding you, laughing until we can’t breathe, and last night with the rain???” He smiled in defeat. “I guess somewhere along the line, I just stopped pretending. I stopped thinking about the switch. Hell, fuck the switch. Haven’t thought about it even once after that night at the club…” He shook his head vigorously like a dog, as if wanting to get rid of his thoughts. “I got so jealous that night I started drinking like an idiot.”

Your heart thudded painfully. “You know I liked Yoongi.” 

Words coming out from your mouth shocked him, especially the way you were using past tense. His eyes glimmered in hope. Once again you were amazed by his big rounded eyeballs. 

“But even when I was with him, I kept missing you. I kept wondering how you’d react, thinking about how you’d crack a lame joke, how you’d try to tease me about it…” 

He blinked a few times. “Wait, really???”

“Yeah.”You chuckled, a bit flustered by exposing yourself. “I thought I was doing it for Krispy Kreme, but honest to heavens no one would actually be this dumb. I thought I was at least, but even Yoongi told me that this is just beyond ridiculous.” You sighed. “I wouldn’t be here if I don’t actually enjoy being with you.” 

Jungkook’s expression softened. He too let out a heavy breath. He scooted closer to you with his pair of black boba eyes looking straight at you like a giant puppy. 

“You mean it?”

“I mean, I did have one glass of champagne before coming up here…” You giggled. 

The guy pouted. “Not funny.” 

You reached for his nose and booped it, making him flinch. You took his left hand and placed it on your chest, where your heart was literally beating out of your rib cage. The eye contact didn’t last long as you broke it off, feeling your stomach twisted into a knot. 

And Jungkook wasted zero second after that confirmation. He brought both of his palms and grabbed your face close. His soft lips found yours instantly. Your gasp was muffled by his mouth and it took you no time to melt into his touch though. The kiss was short, nothing too much. You were the first to broke it off, but he did leaned over to chase your lips once more. You caught a glimpse of his proud grin before he pulled you into a hug, stuffing your face into his embrace. 

“Do we really have to do this on the floor?” You protested, but your jaw was basically hurt from smiling. 

“You’re mine you’re mine you’re mine.” He chanted like a possessed individual. He buried his face in your hair and laughed freely. 

“You’re insane.” You giggled. 

“Insanely into you, yeah.” He proudly grinned. 

“Oh my god, don’t make regret this.” You rolled your eyes playfully, finding his antics endearing. 

“You’re mine!!!” He declared again, almost shouting while squeezing you. 

“You haven’t asked anything though.” You backed away, raising your eyebrows at him. 

His eyes widened and his mouth went slightly ajar. "Oh yeah, you’re right, I haven’t asked properly. Well then…” He leaned in a bit closer and took your hand in his, looking into your eyes with sincerity. He inhaled and then, “Do you want to eat wagyu steak with me tonight?”

You pushed him off and whined. 

He laughed, holding his stomach as he did. “Let’s get up first. I’m not asking you to be my girlfriend on the floor.” 

Thank you for reading! 💐

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sweetheart!reader can't think straight with mattheo

short little one while i write all your requests <3

"I think Astoria doesn’t like me.” You murmur, though you start to lose your train of thought as Mattheo trails kisses down your jawline to your neck.

“Who?” He mutters, continuing with his open mouth kisses.

You roll your eyes before they flutter close.

“Astoria Greengrass, you know her, I’m sure.”

“Sure, what about her?”

“She said- no, Pansy heard from her friend that she, umm, she-” You can feel Mattheo smirk against your skin before his lips ghost over your ear.

“Yeah?”

“Never mind.” You murmur, titling your head back, leaning into him which makes him chuckle.

“You’re cute.”

“You’re cute, too.” You mumble. He snorts.

“Sure.” He pauses his ministrations, giving your poor brain time to think and giving you some space to breathe before he’s whispering in your ear again.

“I like your skirt.” He whispers, his hand playing with the hem from where it was resting on your thigh, “You should wear it more often.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” Mattheo traces shapes on your thigh, you swear you feel the shape of a heart, “Please, baby.”

He coaxes you onto his lap and smiles smugly when you nod.

“Sure.”

“Good girl.”

You make a mental note to wear this skirt again, you quite liked it anyway. Besides, you’d wear bees woven together if Mattheo asked nicely enough.

He finally moves to kiss your lips, making you feel dizzy and fuzzy all over.

Your hands tangle in his hair as you melt into him.

He pulls away, leaving you in a daze.

Mattheo smirks and pats your head after checking his watch. “It’s dinner time, Sweetheart.”

You don’t respond, your mind blanking.

He laughs. “Come on.”

You snap out of your daze, finally.

“I hate you.” You whine.

He laughs. “Sure you do.”

also! i hope you know that for some of your requests i do have them in my drafts already written but i thought that they fit boyfriend!mattheo more so unfortunately we have to wait a little for those

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Under Construction IV

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From Me: a date, a party, and a bit of learning

Warning: like two more seconds of blood and then fluff and a bit of angst.

Summary: “Miss Bee, I think Mr. Harry needs help,” Niall said knowingly, teasingly, from his table where a little girl was helping Niall with the glitter that he wanted to add to his pumpkin. They both giggled conspiratorially. She snorted.

“I do not!” Harry glared at his friend then looked up at her with the most innocent, adorable face she had ever seen on a grown man. “Niall’s a tattle tale.”

“Miss Bee says there are no tattle tales in her class, Mr. Harry,” Tyler explained. “She said we have to think about if we need to tell her something first. There’s rules on the wall for it by the clock.”

“Yeah, and I don’t think Niall needed to tell on me,” Harry grumbled.

She was ready thirty-six minutes before Harry was supposed to show up. The anxiety she felt, even though he was there less than twenty-four hours prior, made her bouncy. Her knee was shaking as she sat on her sofa trying not to look at her phone for the twentieth time in the same minute to see that time was not moving any faster.

There was the thought to look in a mirror, but she feared she would ruin her hair for adjusting it too much. Or her makeup for thinking maybe one more swipe of eyeshadow would make her look better. Instead, she continued practically vibrating out of her seat in hopes that somehow Harry would get there faster.

She ignored her texts from Louis and Eleanor, both nearly giggling through their messages about being safe and using protection. She read over the itinerary her sister sent for wedding planning and when she got too overwhelmed, she switched gears to her weekly lesson plan. By then, only a mere nine minutes had passed. With how much she was tapping her foot, she thought that her floor was going to get a matching hole like her ceiling.

It felt like she had never been on a date before, and this was the first one. Maybe it was just the first one that actually mattered. Evan took her on dates of course, and in the early stages of their relationship, they were filled with excitement. But not like this. Everything moved so quickly with Evan. Dates, flowers, moving in, home repairs, and many events. By the end of their relationship, dates were extravagant, but almost always more of an event than spending time with one another.

Maybe it was worth waiting the agonizing twenty-four minutes that she still had to wait before Harry arrived.

Her phone pinged beside her. Harry’s name popped up and she felt her heart leap into her throat. Honestly, if he cancelled, she was going to be devastated. But she would of course understand.

I’m itching to come pick you up, Bird. Any chance you’re ready early? I’m only five minutes away from your place.

The wave of relief that flooded her made her feel two hundred times lighter. She laughed quietly to herself. Yes! I’m ready, I don’t want you to rush, but that would be great!

I’ve been sitting in my car for ten minutes and I just thought I couldn’t wait any longer. You’re sure you don’t mind?

Her heart did a somersault in her chest, and she thought she might explode from how cute he was. 🥰 No not at all. I’ve been a bit restless myself looking forward to our lunch.

😅 Good. I’ll see you in a minute, Bird.

Now she wished she had looked at her hair and makeup one more time. She paced her living room and fiddled with the pictures on the wall making sure they looked straight. Her eyes darted to the hole in her ceiling that Harry and Niall said they would fix next weekend once they were assured it was fully dried. They even went to her attic and set up a fan after breakfast yesterday to ensure the moisture wouldn’t accumulate mold. It made her heart skip a beat again to know he was willing to come help her in the middle of the night.

The knock on her door was expected but still surprised her anyway. She hurried over to the door trying not to sound like she was waiting right by the door. Harry stood on the step, a vase and accompanying flower arrangement in his hand. “Hi,” he grinned. “Y’look stunning,” he said scanning her up and down.

She thought she was going to melt right there in the doorway. “Thank you,” she whispered.

He held out the vase. “M’sister told me that getting your date flowers is nice, but s’a lot of work t’find a vase and take care of them right before y’supposed t’go out,” he smiled sheepishly.

She took the vase, inhaling the scent of the various flowers as she did. “Thank you, they’re beautiful.”

“I didn’t know what kind of flowers y’liked so I kinda got one of each,” he admitted shyly.

She grinned. “I love it,” she nodded.

“The ceiling’s okay?” He asked.

She nodded again. “But… let’s not worry about it. I want to enjoy our date,” she bit the inside of her lip as she settled the vase on the small table just inside the doorway.

Harry’s smile grew somehow. It was astonishing. She was pretty sure if a lighthouse failed, they could use him instead. He leaned forward, cupping the side of her face and kissing her on the opposite cheek. Just a quick gentle brush of his lips against her skin. It made her feel warm all over, and she knew her cheeks probably turned pinker than the blush she used. If they did, Harry didn’t comment. He released her quickly. “Let’s go then,” he said holding his hand out for her to take (which she did quickly and enjoyed the way he squeezed her hand once he held it). Harry was dressed in dark jeans, a soft blue button down with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He looked so good, smelled better than the flowers he gave her, and she seriously thought about asking him if they could just stay on her couch so she could stare at him.

Harry opened the passenger door for her, making her heart tumble over itself once more. He closed her in and headed to the driver’s side. “I thought we’d go a town or two over jus’ so y’don’t run into any kids… unless y’want that. More witnesses and whatnot,” he winked.

She smiled. “No, that’s okay. I’d rather… keep you to myself for now,” she looked at her lap.

He chuckled quietly. “Works for me.”

*

Harry was fucked. He was worried he was staring at her too much. But then he was worried he was trying to avoid looking at her too much and seemed disinterested. Which was not the case. Harry was almost certain no one could be more interested on a date than the pretty girl sitting across from him. She was looking over the menu, not a particularly fancy place, but there were cloth napkins. Gemma said that a cloth napkin always classed up the date a bit.

Her eyes roamed the menu, her lips pursed in concentration. Harry was enthralled. The way her lashes framed her eyes, the curve of her smile, the wrinkle of her nose when she saw something she didn’t like. “Have you been here before?” She asked.

He shook his head quickly, getting himself to stop staring. “I’ve ordered take out after a job not too far from here.”

She nodded. “It looks really good, thanks for picking. I promise I won’t talk about teaching the whole time, but sometimes I get decision fatigue. I’m not sure if you’ve heard of it, but basically, I make a lot of decisions all day long—for a lot of people. Decisions I don’t even realize I’m making. Picking what to eat is so exhausting sometimes that I don’t even make dinner and just have snacks,” she admitted with a smile.

That worried Harry, of course. He wanted to make her dinner all the time and not let her worry about it. “What d’you like t’eat?” He asked.

She smiled. “Oh, I’m not too picky, really. The butternut squash ravioli sounds really good, and it comes with bread. I’ll probably get brussels sprouts too.”

Once more Harry forgot that he was supposed to uphold his end of the conversation. She made her lunch choice sound like an acceptance speech for an award. “Hey Bird?” He asked quietly.

“Hmm?” She looked up.

“Y’can talk ‘bout teaching as much as y’want. M’not gonna get sick of it,” he promised.

She ducked her gaze to the menu again and smiled sadly. “Oh,” she laughed softly. “Thank you,” appreciation dripping in her voice as she looked up at him with an almost confused gaze. “I’m afraid it’s a pretty big part of my life and conversation.”

“Good,” he shrugged one shoulder. “I like hearing about it,” he promised with a grin.

*

The conversation flowed very easily. They discussed favorites and movies. She offered some of her Brussels sprouts to Harry and he gave her a handful of his French fries when she said they looked really good. He chuckled when she dipped them into the cream sauce that surrounded her ravioli. “It’s good, you should try it.”

It was good. But he still found it funny.

They chatted about their families. Gemma and her baby, his mum, and her family, who were all thoroughly invested in planning this wedding for her sister. “She picked my other sister to be maid of honor, but I’m doing a lot of the work,” she sighed.

“How come?” He asked.

“Because I’m crafty,” she shrugged. “I get roped into making all the stuff for her bachelorette trip—that I’m not going on because it’s during the school year—and I don’t know. She has this vision for the wedding to have some elaborate archway and I stupidly volunteered to make it.”

He smiled. “Do y’have a picture of it?” He asked.

When she went on dates with Evan, phones were nearly a necessity. She didn’t mind, really. They helped keep the conversation going. She would look up things to talk about and show off pictures of her classroom. Not that Evan cared about her classroom. He used his phone to conduct business even while on their date. Check on the score of a game or the like. But it was a little astonishing that she realized she had nearly forgotten she owned a phone until Harry asked for a picture.

“Oh, yeah,” she pulled her phone from her purse and searched through the pictures of the wedding album she created for her sister. “She’s getting married in June, which is also kind of crazy with the end of the school year. But,” she sighed. “It is what it is.”

Harry looked at the archway. It was pretty. Didn’t seem particularly complicated. “What are y’worried about?” He asked.

“Well, building it.”

“Building it?” He repeated.

“Yes. Because purchasing it would be too easy,” she rolled her eyes. “I shouldn’t complain. It’s not that bad, I’m just busy a lot of time and it’s going to be difficult because I need to get the right tools and—” she stopped. “I sound like an awful sister, don’t I?”

“No, not at all,” he shook his head. “S’a big endeavor t’do on your own. But… I have plenty of tools,” he assured her. “And I’ll help you,” he promised. “It’ll go a lot faster and smoother with two people.”

She bit the inside of her cheek. “Really?” She asked.

What the hell was her ex like that she didn’t feel like she could ask for help? “Yes, really,” he smiled. “S’easy m’sure.”

“Thank you,” she said so graciously, Harry thought his heart was going to melt onto the floor of the restaurant.

“At y’service Miss Bird,” he winked.

Their waiter came back to take their dishes, offered dessert which they declined. “Kitten, put your money away. S’useless here,” he shook his head putting his card into the check presenter. She blushed.

“You don’t have—”

“M’not having this discussion,” he shook his head. “S’no bother. M’happy y’wanted t’come out with me. I know you’re busy and m’taking up precious time on your weekend.”

She hadn’t thought about anything that usually plagued her mind when she was doing something enjoyable. She didn’t think about her lesson plans, the wedding, nor Christmas gifts she wanted to start buying. The only thing she could think about was how nice her time with Harry was when he looked so handsome and couldn’t stop staring at her. “I’d rather be here,” she assured him.

He smiled. “Good.”

*

Before they went into the restaurant, she recognized her surroundings and offered her two cents. “There’s a really good ice cream place nearby if you want to get dessert after,” she said. “Since it’s fall, they have this apple sundae special that’s super yummy.”

Harry put a hand on the small of her back as he ushered her back to his car. “Y’have room for ice cream?”

She nodded. “I always have room for ice cream,” she grinned.

He chuckled. “Ice cream it is.” They sat inside the little shop eating their ice creams. Hers, the small apple sundae she spoke about, and his, a cup of mint chocolate chip with hot fudge. “This is really good ice cream,” he nodded taking another spoonful. She ginned to herself, watching a drip of hot fudge get stuck to the bottom of his chin.

She bit her lip and grabbed a napkin between them. “May I?” She asked reaching out to his face. He smirked and she dabbed his skin.

He grabbed her hand when she was finished, made her drop the napkin to the table and he scooped her hand into his and smirked. “You look like a whole bouquet, Bird,” he scanned her again.

A puddle. She was certain her insides turned to mush, and she was no longer solid but liquid on the floor of the ice cream shop. She felt so warm she thought the heat she was producing would melt her sundae into the puddle of her organs on the floor.

“A bouquet?” She questioned.

“Prettiest bouquet I’ve ever seen.”

“I think I’m going to melt,” she whispered.

“Y’can’t melt when I haven’t even kissed y’yet,” he didn’t move his eyes from hers. A small gasp escaped her lips. “M’going t’melt as well,” he squeezed her hand. “Thought ‘bout kissing you yesterday. Well, ‘ve actually been thinking ‘bout kissing you since I met you,” he admitted with a smirk. “But y’really gave me a scare on the roof,” he reminded her.

The sight of her up there in the rain, not knowing what to do, terrified him. When he yelled, he didn’t think about her reaction—didn’t think it would send her over the edge of her home and nearly fall. Cradling her, no matter how briefly, felt like heaven. Despite the circumstances. Regardless of if it was raining and at one in the morning. Even though his heart felt like it was in his throat and his stomach twisted with worry.

All Harry wanted to do was wrap her up in his arms, a blanket, anything, and hold her for as long as possible.

“Will you be kissing me when you drive me home?” She asked.

“Would that be okay?” He squeezed her hand.

Would it be okay if the hottest man she’d ever seen kissed her? Yeah. She’d be okay. She nodded. “Very okay.”

*

She felt her hands nearly shake as she opened the door. Harry stood a few feet away; his hands tucked into his pockets as he glanced around the front of her house. “The door sticks a little,” she warned.

“I could look at that,” he offered.

She gave it a little shove and pushed inside. Harry watched the skirt of her dress flutter with the movement, and she stepped into the doorway. Harry helped her get her coat off and hung up on her coat rack. “Do you want—”

Harry grabbed her by the hips, then turned her so her back was against the wall adjacent to the door that he kicked shut. He put his hand behind her head protectively as he pushed her. Once safely against the wall, he brought one hand to her face, the other on her waist. He gazed at her, his nose almost touching hers. His breath smelled like mint chocolate chip ice cream and hot fudge.

 She hoped she smelled like apples and not pasta or garlic. “M’pretty bouquet,” he hummed and brushed the back of his finger along her cheek. He wasn’t kidding about melting. And he still hadn’t kissed her yet. But was she breathing heavy? Panting? Like she had run a marathon? She thought she might lose her mind a little if he prolonged this. “This was the best date of m’life,” he brushed his thumb along her lower lip. “Can we have another?” He asked.

She nodded. “Please,” she breathed.

He grinned, nodded to himself happily. “M’gonna kiss you now, kitten. M’gonna make y’melt,” he promised.

“I’m sure,” her voice was hardly anything more than a whisper.

He smiled, leaned the final inch in, and covered her lips with his. She thought she was going to be embarrassed and moan but instead Harry beat her to it. And it was anything but embarrassing. She breathed out as he moved his mouth over hers, applying the most perfect amount of pressure.

An expert at fixing desks, a roof, and kissing. She should have known. His hand tangled in the back of her hair and brought her closer to him. His lips were soft and firm. A tantalizing, oxymoronic pressure that made her feel like her legs were going to give out. She grabbed a fistful of the front of his shirt in each hand. He licked and nipped at her, deepening the kiss. The hand at her waist shifted south, rubbing her hip, her leg through the skirt of her dress.

Harry moaned again, pulled away and dropped his lips to her jaw and he kissed down toward her ear, moved to her throat and brushed his lips against her collarbone. “Mm,” he sighed. “So good, Bird. So, so good,” he whispered into her skin. “Can I?” He asked, his hands drifting further south.

“Yes,” she whispered breathlessly. “Anything you want.”

He chuckled quietly; the air tickled her skin as he did. Slowly, he dropped his hands to cup around the side of her thighs, still politely over her skirt. He groaned. “So pretty, m’pretty Bird,” he slowly lifted until she was off the floor, her legs wrapped around his waist. “Don’t want y’melting all over the floor,” he murmured into her neck.

She didn’t care that her skirt rode up her hips and her underwear was probably showing. She hoped she picked a cute pair; that Harry would like her even if she wore comfy underwear too. “Mmm,” her hands moved to his shoulders, the back of his neck pulling him closer and wishing he could sink deeper into his mouth, his body, everything. She pushed away from the wall, nearly grinding into him as she wrapped herself tightly around him. She moaned softly, Harry groaning again in response as he pushed her back against the wall, her leg hitting against the table inside the entry way. Immediately, her pretty flowers and vase toppled to the ground and shattered.

Harry pulled away and sighed. “S’what I get for trying t’make y’life easier,” he smirked, kissed her cheek. “I’ll clean it up.”

“I could give two fucks about that,” she told him, her lips only a breath away from his. “Keep kissing me,” she begged.

He laughed again, brushed his nose against hers, “M’at your service, Miss Bee,” he whispered before parting her lips with his again.

*

She felt like she was floating at work. The little ones were all very excited about Halloween, their sand-witch party and everything. She wasn’t on top of her game because all she could think about was the hot construction worker just a short walk away from her. Her eyes drifted to the window. She wouldn’t be able to see him of course, but just the thought of him got her melting all over again.

It was a miracle she could sleep after Harry left her. The smile on her sore lips—she hadn’t felt sore from kissing since… well… ever—her mind spun with hundreds of thoughts all about Harry. Not a single lesson nor a bridal shower game entered her brain last night. The only thing she could think about was Harry.

Good morning, Miss Bee

She woke up to the text as her alarm rang for six o’clock. The time stamp said that Harry had been up for at least an hour. Biting her lip, she texted back. Good morning ☀️

Sleep well? He asked almost instantly.

Her heart skipped a beat. Yes, you?

Hard falling asleep when yesterday was so nice 😍

Agreed 🥰 I gotta get ready. See you at recess, maybe? I’ll be wearing blue and a head or two taller than the little ones.

Can’t wait, bird.

However, now she couldn’t find him through the window, and she had a class to tend to. But her lips still felt sore, and she couldn’t help but smile as she focused on the kindergarteners in front of her. “Did we all have a good weekend?” She asked as they moved to the carpet for another installment of Charlotte’s Web.

“Miss Bee, I tolded my mom that I want to be a construction worker when I growed up.”

She giggled. “Told and grown, my love,” she reminded Kai sweetly. “Are you going to dress up like one on Wednesday for our party?”

He nodded. “Mr. Harry is bringing me a hat and a vest,” he explained.

“Is he now?” She smiled.

“Yes. I asked him at recess.”

“Hmm,” she hummed. “That’s very nice of him. Maybe we’ll have to write him a thank you note, yeah?”

But she also thought she could thank him in other ways.

The kindergarteners didn’t need to know about that though.

*

Harry was sitting in a chair much too small for him. He happily cut up paper, glued, and drew with children that she loved so much.

Niall and he were eating sandwiches that were also much too small for them, and they still had a few hours of grueling work to do once they left the party.

But they didn’t bat an eye at the situation. They looked like they were enjoying themselves even. Every so often Niall would get up in his ketchup costume and inspect something amiss around her room, catching Harry’s eye. There was a nod from Harry, a silent conversation taking place about the problems in her room that he seemed to be keeping on a mental to-do list.

One thing that she noticed, it was really nice to have a few extra sets of hands in her room for the day. With twenty students using scissors and glue it was bound to get a little crazy.

“Miss Bee, Mr. Niall put four triangles on his pumpkin!” Janie said in excitement.

“No way!” She gasped.

Not that she didn’t believe Kai, but Harry did bring little hard hats and vests (with an Under Construction logo on the back) for the five students that said they wanted to be construction workers. He stopped by her classroom yesterday after school let out and he had a box in his hands and a sheepish smile on his lips. “I didn’t want t’be empty handed for the kids that aren’t planning t’be in the construction business.”

She blinked back tears as she inspected the package of vests and accessories of a variety of jobs. “Harry,” she said softly. “This is too much. It must have cos—”

“Probably a tenth of what y’spend on them in one year, bird. Don’t worry ‘bout it. ‘Ve spent m’money on a lot worse than the future,” he assured her.

She dropped the box between their feet and threw her arms around his neck and squeezed him tight. He chuckled as he pushed the box out of the way with his foot and lifted her gently as he squeezed her back.

“Miss Bee, I think Mr. Harry needs help,” Niall said knowingly, teasingly, from his table where a little girl was helping Niall with the glitter that he wanted to add to his pumpkin. They both giggled conspiratorially. She snorted.

“I do not!” Harry glared at his friend then looked up at her with the most innocent, adorable face she had ever seen on a grown man. “Niall’s a tattle tale.”

“Miss Bee says there are no tattle tales in her class, Mr. Harry,” Tyler explained. “She said we have to think about if we need to tell her something first. There’s rules on the wall for it by the clock.”

“Yeah, and I don’t think Niall needed to tell on me,” Harry grumbled.

“Miss Bee says it’s only a need if it’s a matter of safety.”

“This is not a matter of safety,” Harry muttered bitterly.

She giggled, which made his whole body feel warm and he wondered how on earth he could be so obsessed with someone’s laugh after just a few short weeks. It felt like a bad day if he didn’t hear it. “Miss Bee, can I have the broom?” Amara asked. She tugged on Miss Bee’s costume, a tulle green skirt, a matching headband with two wire pieces that had big M&M’s bouncing from side to side, and a green M&M shirt. The class giggled at her when she changed into it (put it over top of her leggings and white sweater dress.

“Of course, thank you for being so thoughtful to keep your space clean, Amara,” she praised so the others could hear and hopefully help with clean up when the sand-witch party was over.

She went to the side of the room where she kept the cleaning supplies in a cabinet closet. However, when she pulled the door open it fell right off the old hinges. She yelped as it hit her foot and face at the same time. Her free hand went to her nose instinctively, and she lost her grip of it with her other hand but still tried to stop it as it toppled toward the tables.

The little ones screamed a bit dramatically, but Niall and Harry jumped right into action, grabbing it before it hit anyone else or caused any (more) damage.

“Are you alright?” Harry asked quickly, putting a hand on her hip innocently enough and scanning her from head to toe.

“Ah,” she shook her head and moved her hand to find that naturally she had given herself a nosebleed. “Fuck,” she whispered so no one could hear but Harry.

“We can fix it!” The little ones that had on their hard hats were ready to go to work with Niall and Harry even though they were dressed as ketchup and mustard.

“Oh Miss Bee! You’re bleeding!” DJ was dressed as a doctor, a stethoscope at the ready thanks to Harry’s kind gift.

She winced. It felt like defeat showing weakness. “I’m alright, my love. I just need to use the restroom to clean myself up.”

“I can help too!” Brayden said. He was dressed as a nurse, with a mask on his face ready to help out as well.

Harry crouched to the future medical professionals. “I think Miss Bee jus’ needs minute t’herself,” he whispered. “When she comes out, I bet she’ll let you look her over so y’can give her a clean bill of health,” he winked.

They both nodded with understanding and headed back to their tables. Harry grabbed a few tissues and ushered her back toward the bathroom. He wanted to close the door for the sake of her privacy and he really wanted to tend to her the way he wanted to, but he was sure that would look very bad in front of twenty, nosy kindergarteners who loved their adorable teacher.

“Are you okay?” He asked softly as she washed the blood off her hands and face while trying to maintain composure in front of the guy that she had a massive crush on while dressed like an M&M and a nose pouring blood like a faucet.

“I’m so embarrassed,” she whispered.

He snorted. “For what? M’dressed as mustard,” he reminded her.

She smiled and winced at the pain it cause in her face. She shook her head. “The door landed on my foot,” she said. Harry crouched to the floor immediately. He took her ballet flat off like a reverse Cinderella and he still made her feel like princess. He brushed his fingers over her skin, and she hissed.

“S’a little scraped. We’ll have t’bandage y’up with your doctor and nurse,” he said from the ground while smiling up at her so cutely. A dumb, triangular cone on his head for his costume.

She already knew she was already falling hard for him, but she was almost certain she was going to tell a man dressed as a mustard bottle that she loved him in a kindergarten bathroom while she was wearing an M&M headband. She smiled again, holding a wad of tissues to her nose.

“Did it break y’nose?” He asked standing back up and skimming his fingertips along her cheek and tilting his head to get a better look to see if he missed some initial bruising.

She shook her head. “No… I just… I get nose bleeds very easily. I breathe too hard, and I start bleeding,” she sighed. “Sorry, that’s gross.”

“S’not gross, Bird,” he chuckled. “Jus’ making sure you’re alright.”

“I’m good. Thanks for getting me a minute to myself. We should probably go save Niall.”

“Niall’s fine, m’sure,” he promised. “If y’need another minute, I can go back out there with him.”

She wondered what the worst that could happen if she got caught kissing him during school hours.

“Mr. Harry,” fortunately they were interrupted by Milo before she could test any hypothesis. “Is Miss Bee going to die?”

He chuckled. “No, lad. M’thinking she’ll make it. We’re gonna check in with Dr. DJ and Nurse Brayden though,” he nodded and ushered the little one back toward the classroom. “Mr. Niall, y’think our little crew can help us repair the door?” He asked brightly. There was a chorus of cheers while she bit her lip.

“Miss Bee,” Zara whispered as she entered the classroom again. Zara was dressed as a baseball player which she loved more than most of the costumes she saw that day for a lot of different reasons. “Do you think you’re going to marry Mr. Harry?”

She smirked. “Are you trying to spread rumors about me, my love?” She asked with a giggle.

“No,” she giggled and put her hand on her mouth. “But I think you and Mr. Harry make a really cute couple. Like Lady and the Tramp or Delores and Mariano.”

She laughed. “Well, Mr. Harry and I are just friends,” she didn’t want the little ones knowing any of her private business when they were as involved with Harry as they currently were around the playground.

Niall returned from the outside entrance carrying a screw gun, a box of screws and few other items. “Guys and gals,” she moved over to where the group of five waited patiently with Harry and she crouched to their level. “Mr. Harry and Mr. Niall are being really nice to show you how to fix this. You have to listen to them very carefully. We’re not going to argue over who hands screws to them or ignore them if they say to let go or ask you to move out of the way, correct?” She eyed them seriously all in turn, all while keeping a tissue pressed to her nose.

“Yes, Miss Bee,” they sang in unison.

“They’re all yours, boys,” she gestured while standing up. “A good crew if I’ve ever seen one.”

“Thanks Miss Bee,” Niall pulled the trigger on the screw gun twice and Harry winked at her.

“Miss Bee can Brayden and me look you over now?”

“Brayden and I, my love,” she said gently with a nod. “Let’s go sit on the carpet, yeah?”

Harry smiled as she passed by him again brushing his hand along her back quickly and not even looking at her as he turned his attention back to Niall and his lesson of screw gun safety.

*

The sand-witch party was a huge success. She was already thinking of ways to make it better for the following year. Part of her was sad that Mr. Harry and Mr. Niall would likely be at a new job site. She wondered how that would change the dynamic of the party. Or if she was reading into it too much since it was a party for kindergarteners.

But once she got going it was hard to stop. There were so many learning targets she got to roll into one fun event. There were fine motor skills like gluing and using scissors, there was shapes, and prior to ketchup and mustard’s arrival, they wrote three sentences about the future career they had chosen and why they wanted it.

Harry and Niall said their goodbyes, took their pumpkins and some leftover sand-witches. “Who thinks the hexagon tasted best?” Niall asked as he bit into another one at the door. The class giggled at him, and they all shouted out their favorites and making a lot of noise while they waited expectantly for their departure. “Oops, sorry Miss Bee,” he said sheepishly.

She shrugged and smiled. “Zip it, lock it,” she said a little louder than normal.

“Put it in your pocket!” Then it was silent.

“That’s wicked,” Harry said almost dreamily. Niall snorted and hit his hand against Harry’s chest.

“Take it easy,” Niall muttered under his breath as he passed him to head back outside.

“All my friends love to thank Mr. Harry and Mr. Niall for coming to our party and hanging out with us!”

“Thank you!” The choir of six-year-olds cheered.

“See you later alligators,” Harry winked at them and waved as he and Niall stepped outside the room.

“In a while crocodile!” They all shouted back excitedly.

"Bye Miss Bird!" He practically cooed. He hoped the kids didn't notice but even if they did, he was having trouble caring.

“You’re an absolute goner,” Niall snickered as they headed back toward their job site. “Obsessed. In love,” he continued pulling the red ketchup hat cone off his head.

Harry smiled. “Mm, that obvious, hmm?”

Niall chuckled. “Think she’s a bit smitten too,” he said. “No one in their right mind would have sided with you about me being a tattle tale if they didn’t like you that much,” he reminded him and flicked his cheek before running ahead toward the jobsite again.

“You’re acting like a kindergartener!” Harry shouted.

“I know you are but what am I!?”

*

The remainder of the day was a little rowdy. Fun, learning got done, but she was very excited for the day to be over and very excited that there was a professional development day without her sugary students following Halloween night.

“See you all Friday!” She said cheerfully as her students scattered toward the busses and cars in the lot for pick up. She stood at her post outside where she always did, waving and grinning at former students, coworkers, and even a few parents as they tried to sneak out before the fleet of busses.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Harry at the fence, waving from afar, to those that knew who he was as well. “Miss Bee,” Milo tugged on her skirt as they all got ready for dismissal. She crouched next to him and smiled happily.

“Yes, my love? What can I do for you?”

“My uncle is picking me up today,” he smiled excitedly.

“Oh yeah? Is he taking you trick or treating?”

He nodded excitedly, his little construction hat bobbling back and forth. “Do you want to meet him?” He asked shyly.

“Of course, Milo,” she grinned. “I have to tell him what a great reader you’re becoming and how good you are at line leading,” she said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He took her hand and pulled her toward the exit. As they approached the end of the bus port, she had a better view of Harry. His coworkers booking it out before they got stuck behind busses but not him. She felt a smile twinge on her lips as she waved goodbye to other little ones that wanted her attention.

“Well, hello there.”

She nearly froze in her tracks. Her gaze snapped forward at the sound of his voice. Milo’s hand released hers and he launched himself forward at the man before her. “Careful of your shoes on my clothes, buddy,” he chuckled. “Funny seeing you here,” he ruffled Milo’s hair and winked at her.

“This is Miss Bee,” Milo introduced.

“Miss Bird, I thought,” he continued smiling at her. But it felt like she was watching a documentary of a safari. She felt like a gazelle completely at the disadvantage.

“Miss Bee is a nickname,” Milo explained.

She must have looked like a goldfish, her mouth opening and closing trying to find the words. A deer in headlights if there ever was one. “So you’re the famous Miss Bee,” he chuckled. Like it was a private joke that only he knew the punchline too.

For a moment, she forgot she was a teacher. A member of the town community with a reputation she needed to uphold. She wanted to run away. Or slap him across the face. Yank Milo out of his arms and take him home with her instead. There was no way she could let sweet, little Milo out trick-or-treating with the likes of his uncle. But instead, she mustered as much strength as she did when she wasn’t feeling well, when she was exhausted, or when her life outside the classroom was falling apart and she was expected to continue smiling in front of her little group of young minds. She plastered a smile on her face and pretended everything was fine as she finally spoke, “Evan.”

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[kiyuhai]

iwaizumi, Osamu, and kuroo(if you write for him) with a s/o that has mochi-like (face😭) cheeks?!

note. hi!! thanks for the ask hehe<3 honestly, it would range with squishing and biting. they get cuteness aggression. tbh, me too.

Iwaizumi Hajime

It was the first thing he noticed from you. Round cheeks that remind him of…. Hajime looked at the mochi in his hands, and slowly raised it up to compare it to your cheeks, even from far away. “.... Mochi.”

Oikawa gives him a look, glances over to where he was staring, then grins. “Ah, did you mean [Name]-san?”

“Is that her name?”

“Yes?? Do you think her name was mochi or something?”

“Well, she looks like one.”

--

“So is that why you call me mochi? I thought it was just a cute nickname!!” You huff at him, shifting away from him as you pout. Hajime laughs, and scoots closer, only for you to move away. This takes only a few more scoots before you reach the end of the couch and you simply cross your arms and pout. 

He pokes your cheeks, “It is a cute nickname! Because it matches you.” 

You squint. “Are you trying to get on my good side right now, Iwaizumi?” 

“Oh no, not the last name.” Hajime rolls his eyes, but his smile only widens. You catch a glint of mischief in his eyes and freeze.

“What- hold on, what are you doing–” 

Too late. 

He has his hands on your face, squishing and kneading like there’s no tomorrow and you splutter. “Haji?!”

“Shhh, let me squish your very squishy face.”

You pout, but that makes it worse. Resign to your fate, oh, mochi-cheeked lover. 

(when you try to move away, he bites your cheek. Its the cuteness aggression talking.

Osamu Miya

It was his nickname to you, since you were friends and since you started dating. It NEVER went away. “Mochi-cheeks.”

You glare. “I have a name, y’know?!”

“Yeah,” Samu shrugs. “But mochi-cheeks match you better.”

Your cheeks puff out and he grins, pointing to them. “See? Mochi-cheeks.” 

“Ugh, ‘Samu!” 

He just laughs, and reaches over to hold your face in his hands, ultimately squishing your cheeks together. “‘Samu!!” He squishes your cheeks again, and you groan. 

“What, Mochi-cheeks?”

“Stop– Squisfhing me!” Your words come out muffled when he stretches your cheeks and he simply grins. 

“Nah.”

You narrow your eyes at him and his stupid lopsided grin, but you don’t really do a thing to stop him anyways. So that’s your fault. 

Kuroo Tetsurou

He bites you. Bite you as in, BIG chomp, teeth on your cheeks, and you screech. Loudly. “KUROO!”

Kuroo only smiles, pulling away slightly, a glint in his cat-like eyes and you lower your body, quickly maneuvering yourself away from him. You raise your hands up against him as you say, “Stay! No!"

"What? C'mon, sweets! I'm not gonna do anythin'!"

"No! You're a biiig liar, Kuroo. No! Stay- Bad Kuroo!! Bad- YAH!”

Unfortunately for you, he’s taller, and much more agile, so now he has you in his arms, keeping you in place despite your squirming and attempts to run away. 

You try again, “Kuroo-” the warning in your voice goes unnoticed- more like ignored- and he takes a big bite of your cheeks. 

You screech. 

He laughs. The stupid, hyena laugh. 

You are so gonna kill him.

[delugyu]

Ohmygoshwhereisthe7thchapter IM GOING FERAL WANTING TO KNOW WHAT GYU TEXTED TAEHYUN

right hereee! this part got so long LOL

part six / part seven

(wc: 9.8k / warnings: more crying and arguments, making outttt, manipulation kinda, gyu reeks of desperation, fingering, loss of virginity!!!!!, cheating, unprotected sex… sorry, pull out method… sorry, gyu is emotionally constipated)

“imagine my shock when i saw your name finally appear on my phone screen again,” taehyun laughs. he was quick to pick up beomgyu’s call, and maybe that speaks to how much taehyun’s missed him, but beomgyu doesn’t care as much as he probably should.

“my bad. i’ve been busy,” beomgyu says. he mindlessly plays with the strings of his hoodie, fidgeting out of boredom.

“what’s up?” taehyun asks.

“right now? not much.”

taehyun hums. “so what finally inspired you to call?” his tone is light, but beomgyu knows taehyun better than that. there’s a little bit of hurt behind his words. beomgyu probably would’ve felt bad for that a couple months ago, but he can’t bring himself to pity taehyun now. he has everything beomgyu wants—there’s no reason to feel sorry for someone who already has it all.

“your girlfriend asked me,” he answers.

“oh,” taehyun says. his surprise is mild, but definitely apparent. “how come?”

“she thought we should talk more.”

taehyun laughs a little. “it’s cute that she cares about our friendship.”

“yeah.” beomgyu wraps his hoodie string around his finger. their friendship, which was once so valuable. the years of laughter they’ve shared, the random calls at midnight asking for a ride, the times they’ve saved each other from stupid little things, the deep conversations that changed beomgyu’s life. it should mean more to him, but it doesn’t, and he almost wishes that it frustrated him more. his heart refuses to care about anything but you.

“what’s kept you so busy recently?” taehyun asks.

touching your girlfriend. trying to convince her to leave you. other explanations beomgyu shouldn’t say.

“i’ve been hanging out with y/n,” beomgyu answers. taehyun probably thinks beomgyu’s joking, but his laugh is tense and forced nonetheless.

“that makes two of us,” taehyun says. beomgyu bites his tongue. an ugly feeling rises all the way up to his throat, and it’s all he can feel.

“yep.”

it’s quiet for a few seconds.

taehyun clears his throat and starts up again, “yeah, she’s fun. i’m going out with her later.”

“nice.” beomgyu doesn’t sound rude, but he doesn’t sound quite interested, either.

there’s another tense pause. beomgyu wonders if taehyun’s catching onto anything at all yet.

“what do you guys even do when you hang out?” taehyun asks. seems like he’s getting a little shaken up. beomgyu would be a little smug about it, but he can’t shake the feeling that he’s still the loser in this game. sure, he gets little pieces of you physically, but taehyun has you entirely—heart, mind, soul, body soon enough. a bitterness spreads through beomgyu’s chest.

“ask her yourself,” beomgyu says. “you’re hanging out later anyway.”

a really selfish, mean part of beomgyu feels so gratified finally getting to plant these seeds into taehyun’s head. he can imagine taehyun’s thoughts right now, the images that are conjuring up. he bites down on a smile, excited that he’s finally letting his feelings breathe a little. bottling it up only makes things worse anyway, so this is a good thing, really.

“is everything, like, alright, dude?” taehyun asks.

not really. things probably won’t ever be alright unless beomgyu can get you to leave taehyun. “don’t worry about me,” he says.

“okay, you’re just being kind of weird. no offense.”

alright—well that makes beomgyu a little upset. weird feels like an insult here. before he can speak, taehyun continues, “i don’t really get what you’re insinuating between you and my girlfriend.”

beomgyu has a choice here: he can be peaceful and just drop the topic, or he can add fuel to the fire and risk everything. he knows how bad you’d want him to keep the peace—he can practically see your pleading eyes asking him to shut the hell up—but danger is addictive and beomgyu loves toeing the line and testing every limit.

“ask her,” beomgyu says again. he keeps his tone flat enough to avoid any arguments. as awful as it is, it feels so good to get the tiniest piece of this off his chest. honestly, he’s within his right; he had you first, and he’s still having you now, so your boyfriend might as well know that he’s got competition.

it’s quiet for a minute. maybe taehyun’s biting his tongue. beomgyu knows very well that taehyun isn’t an idiot, and they’ve known each other long enough to recognize when a silence is tense.

“i’m gonna go now,” taehyun says, not sounding mad—not sounding like much at all, really. he’s always been good at holding back his feelings when he needs to. “i’ll talk to you later.”

“yeah, see you,” beomgyu says. the phone hangs up.

maybe saying that stuff to taehyun was as stupid as it was petty, but it was only a matter of time until something happened anyway. a childish, rotten part of beomgyu feels satisfied knowing that you’ll talk to him again if taehyun says something to you. you’ll come to beomgyu’s apartment or have him go to yours, and you’ll be so upset, just crying on and on about how he’s ruined everything, but you’ll still need someone to comfort you, and beomgyu will be happy to do so.

he’ll be happy to kiss away your tears, to cling onto your hands and beg you to let him make things better. he hates seeing you so sad, but this one time he can indulge in it. he especially hates being the one to get you all upset, but if it means he gets to be the one to make you feel alright again, then he has to do it. it’s the only way he feels alright these days.

so he waits, and a couple of boring hours pass before he hears from you. it’s like he knew right when you were about to text him, cause he sees your message immediately when you send it.

[y/n] we need to talk

your words should strike fear in his heart, but all he feels in his chest is a flutter. his brain is quickly becoming a useless thing; his heart eats away any reason or logic it may have.

he’s rushing to text you back, frantic fingers flying across his keyboard.

[beomgyu] okay

[beomgyu] ur place?

you only take a few seconds to respond.

[y/n] yeah, just come now

beomgyu wastes no time in running out the door. he could be flying too close to the sun, but he doesn’t care. he won’t feel the heat until he’s burning alive.

you’re quick to open your door when he knocks. “hi,” beomgyu greets, a little out of breath. your face is stone, and you don’t say hi back. you stare at him for a long while. it gives him the chance to stare at you, too.

“are you just gonna stand there?” you ask. beomgyu blinks out of his stupor.

“no,” he says dumbly, shaking his head a little and finally stepping inside. “sorry.”

you shut your door and sigh, and it takes you a few seconds to look at beomgyu. he almost worries that it’s because you can’t stand looking at him anymore.

he waits for you to say something. maybe you’ll tell him you hate him. maybe you’ll demand he steps out of your life forever and force him to watch you choose taehyun for good. he thinks, though, that he might be able to convince you to let him stay. he knows you’re soft and spineless, and he knows you want to be a good person so bad, but no matter how hard you try, you’re better off not being with taehyun—you’re better off being only beomgyu’s. it’s a truth that he believes in as strongly as some might believe in god.

“do you have something you want to tell me?” you finally ask.

he looks between your eyes, and he’s sure you already know. there’s no point in saying it himself besides to just let you hear it from his own mouth. he almost says it anyway.

“do you?” he asks instead. he can’t tell if it’s disappointment that flashes on your face or if his mind is just making things up.

“yeah,” you answer.

“then say it,” beomgyu urges, and it sounds more like a beg than it does a command. you look away for a second, as if you can’t compose your thoughts when your eyes are on beomgyu. your gaze is fiery when it returns to him.

“you piss me off so much.”

if you thought those words would hurt beomgyu, you’re wrong. he doesn’t bother asking why you’re mad; that would just be an extreme display of stupidity, and it would only serve to piss you off more.

“i’m sorry,” he apologizes hollowly.

“no you’re not,” you say. “you told taehyun about us.”

he doesn’t want to be annoying, but his response definitely comes off like it: “not really.”

“yes, really!” you argue. you scrunch your brows like he’s being impossible. “why would you do that to me?”

“why do you do this to me?” he counters.

“what? let you do whatever you want with me cause you know i can’t say no to you? yeah, how dare i,” you spit.

“you’re treating me like i’m your side piece! i am your side piece!”

“like you’d want anything more!”

“i do!”

“like what?” you ask incredulously. “to fuck me? that’s all you want. it’s the only reason you stick around.”

“no it’s not,” he insists.

“then why else?”

“you know why.” he saw it in the way you tried to let him down easy when he found out you were dating taehyun. you have nothing to say to him; must be because you don’t want to admit the truth or to play dumb and force him to say it.

beomgyu starts again, “what did taehyun say?”

you sigh, and he can see the fight leaving you. “he asked if there was anything going on between me and you.”

some sort of pride swells in beomgyu’s chest. “and you said..?”

“that there was.” he’s surprised at your honesty. he doesn’t know if he expected you to lie. you correct yourself before he can gloat, “that there kind of was.”

a bitter feeling stirs inside him. “hooking up is more than kind of something,” beomgyu says.

“yeah, well…” you start, but struggle to find a defense. “that’s what i said.”

“okay, then what?” he asks.

“he told me everything will be fine. we didn’t linger on it.” you get quiet, but beomgyu can tell there’s more to it than that.

“that’s it?” he’ll be incredibly disappointed and frustrated if that’s all that happened.

“well, he told me not to see you again,” you finally say. beomgyu immediately takes a step towards you, as if the thought of putting space between him and you was impossible.

“so then why am i here?” he’s a fighter. he’s not backing down. you look like you’re about to burst into tears.

“cause we needed to talk,” you answer.

“no,” he says. “why am i here?”

“cause i wanted to yell at you.”

“that’s not true though.”

you frown. “no. i wish it was.”

he tries again, “why am i here?”

he’s standing so close to you now. he doesn’t even know how he got this close, all he knows is that you look even prettier like this. you look into his eyes so deeply that it feels like you’ve reached his soul. the tears that brim your eyes make them shine even more than usual.

“cause i have to say goodbye.” your voice breaks when you say it. that’s how he knows this one’s the truth.

“no you don’t. you can stay,” he says. clearly you don’t want to leave beomgyu if the thought has you crying like this. he’s brought back to the last time he saw you, how you cried that time too. he didn’t understand in the moment, but he does now. you like him. maybe even more than you like taehyun.

“no, but…” you trail off, taking a moment to hold beomgyu’s soft gaze. “taehyun doesn’t look at me the way you do.”

beomgyu knows what that means. he sees your resolve cracking, and he takes his chances while he can. he grabs your hands, clutching them desperately.

“so leave him,” he urges. “be with me.”

“beomgyu…”

“you know this isn’t the last time. you know i’m not leaving.”

your big doe eyes make his heart clench. “i know,” you answer in a whisper. you drop your head in defeat.

beomgyu picks your head back up, hand cradling your face gently. “why don’t you just leave him? won’t that save you so much drama? do i have to beg you?”

“don’t beg me,” you insist pitifully.

he doesn’t listen. “please leave him. please.”

it’s like hearing him say that hurts you. he can see it on your face.

“i can’t,” you say.

“you can. i’d do it for you.”

“no. i can’t leave him.”

“what does he have over you? and what does he have that i don’t?”

“i like him,” you answer. beomgyu’s world stops for a moment.

“don’t say that,” he begs quietly, shaking his head.

“i like him, beomgyu. i’m sorry.”

“no. you don’t mean it. you like me.” he refuses to believe anything else.

“we shouldn’t be doing this,” you say, trying to step away, but beomgyu doesn’t let you.

“i don’t care,” he says. he holds onto you tighter, scared to let go. “please, baby.”

“don’t say that…”

“baby.”

“beomgyu, please.”

“please what?”

he waits for an answer. you just blink up at him, pathetic and doll-like and frustrating and gorgeous, and it all just riles him up so much.

“please leave,” you whisper.

he keeps holding you and doesn’t budge. he kisses your cheek.

“beomgyu, please, leave.”

he kisses your other cheek.

“why do you never leave?” you groan. he doesn’t answer.

he presses the tiniest kiss against your lips, then waits for you to reprimand him. you don’t. he kisses you again, staying just a second longer. you let him once again. he stares at your pretty face for a long moment until he decides that he’s held himself back long enough. he comes in again, more desperate to taste you, opening his mouth a little more, happy to see you accepting it so easily.

he walks the two of you backwards until you’re against the door, hitting the surface with a tiny mewl. he doesn’t pull away from your lips for a second. part of it is because he’s scared you might tell him to leave again, part of it is because he wants to make your brain turn to mush so you can’t think of taehyun anymore, but most of it is just because he really likes kissing you.

he holds your hands in his, then drags his hands up your arms and over your shoulders until they land on your face. he holds you in place while he tilts his head, kissing you deeper like it’s all he was made to do. he’s desperate to keep you here with him, to keep you in this moment forever, to never stop kissing you because it’s going to hurt when it’s all over.

he breathes into your mouth, not daring to part from you. he’d sooner run out of air than risk hearing you tell him to leave again. you emit all these little sounds that only encourage beomgyu further, making his head spin and his stomach tie up in knots.

he licks at your lips, a silent plea for you to open up for him, and it’s not long before you do. you must be drunk in him too, lost in the feeling. he feels like he’s good for you in moments like these, like he’s good enough to make you forget your stupid boyfriend and all the stupid commitments you have to him.

beomgyu could make you happy too. he’s not only good for this stuff—he’s pretty good at planning dates, he could show you. there’s that lake nearby that looks beautiful at sunset, and it’s got all these flower bushes around it, you’d like it so much. they’re prettier than the flowers taehyun brought you to see. beomgyu knows the best places. he’ll find more if he runs out, he’ll show you the world.

he whines when his tongue collides with yours, hot and desperate and aching to be further inside you than he can get. he wants you to choke on him, to feel and think nothing but him, and even that won’t be a tenth of how he feels for you. he wants you to see it. he wants you to realize how bad you’ve got him.

beomgyu wonders if you even know what it feels like to be this crazy over someone. does taehyun haunt you like this? no, that’s impossible—you wouldn’t have enough room in your mind to think about beomgyu if that were the case.

he presses harder against you, like he wants your body to merge into his own. nothing is ever close enough. his fingers press into your skin, dying to dig himself inside of you. he wants more than you could even offer. he’s greedier than ever, and all he has is your mouth. he feels nothing but blinding need; he’s never been so consumed by a feeling before.

this is him proving himself, this is him showing you how he wants you like no one else could. you’re crying into his mouth now, pulling at his hair, and maybe you need air but he can’t give that to you. he just needs a little more. he’ll always need a little more.

his lungs ache, body shaking from the need to breathe, limbs getting weak and head getting light. he could die like this—he could die and be happy, collapsing at your feet, but he can’t let you die too, so he pulls away and finally allows the two of you some air. at least you can’t tell him to go away when you’re gasping for breath.

his chest heaves as his lungs get their fill, but he doesn’t regain his composure. his eyes are zeroed in on you, admiring your open mouth sucking in all the oxygen you can get. there’s a hazy look in your eyes, blinking slowly as you stare at him. there’s something like admiration in the way you look at him, like he’s just shown you the light. it sends a rush through his body, and he just has to keep you looking at him like that.

his mouth moves to your jaw, lips closing around the skin and sucking. he pulls away and keeps his dark gaze on you, gauging your reaction. you still wear that dazed, needy look, and he can tell that you’re finally as desperate as him. he grins, body lighting up with an overwhelming feeling of victory. he clings to the sensation and chases it further, dragging his lips down your throat until they’re pressed against your pulse point. he lingers there for a moment, closing his eyes and indulging in the feel of your pulse against his lips.

he pecks you sweetly, then comes back to your mouth for another short kiss. he brushes the hair from your face, then holds your head still so he can admire you again. your breathing seems regular now.

“you okay?” he asks. it’s a little cruel how much of a power rush he feels by having you so docile in his arms.

“i’m okay,” you say.

he brings his hands to your thighs and urges you to jump onto him. he holds you close and walks to your bedroom, delighting in the feel of you clinging to his body.

your body looks so perfect sprawled out against the mattress, like this was the way you were made to be looked at. you’re still dressed up, still wearing a cute dress that taehyun must have loved, still wearing your make-up that’s gotten all smudged from the kisses. if beomgyu tries hard enough, he can imagine that he’d just taken you home after a date with him. no taehyun, no messy drama, no arguments, just you and beomgyu and the little sparks that go off every time you’re with him.

he’d work so hard all day, tell all these dumb jokes and make a fool of himself just to hear you lose your breath laughing so hard. then he’d take you home and kiss you the whole way back. you wouldn’t be able to pry him off of you, and he’d have you laid out just like this. you’d look up at him just like this.

he puts his hands on your thighs, his touch innocent. he looks at the skirt of your dress. he knows very well by now what lies beneath it, but a part of him feels like it’s the first time all over again. he brushes his fingertips over your stomach, lightly tracing lines down to the hem of your dress, where the fabric meets your thighs.

“you look pretty,” beomgyu murmurs absentmindedly. his eyes dart back up to your face, waiting for your response.

you gulp. “you look handsome too.”

beomgyu smiles. you don’t even know you’re feeding into this domestic little fantasy he has. his hands run down your thighs again, keeping the pressure light. it makes you shiver, which makes him swoon.

he wants to push you a little further, so he does. his fingers just barely slide under your dress, rubbing the smooth skin he finds there. he kisses your neck and stays there for a second to inhale your scent.

“baby, you’re perfect,” he says against your skin. your hand comes up to run through his hair, and it makes his heart skip a beat.

“don’t make me cry,” you say, a sad smile on your face as your fingers brush his hair back. he kisses you sweetly.

“i won’t.”

he urges your legs apart a little further. he wants to take care of you, he wants to be the only one who sees you like this. he wants to be the only one you run to when you’re wet and desperate to get off.

his hands go beneath your dress to hold your hips, brushing his thumbs over the fabric of your panties. in his mind, you wore these just for him to take off, for him to lose his mind over, and no other guy even crossed your mind. you’re so sweet to him in these daydreams. you only care about him, and he only cares about you.

“pretty,” he whispers, tracing his nose against your jaw. you turn your head to look at him. you wear that same innocent look that captured him in the first place. your eyes are wide and curious and aching to know a world unexplored.

“beomgyu,” you whisper back.

“can i touch you?” he keeps his voice quiet, not needing to talk too loud when he’s so close to you.

you hold his gaze for a long while, and he wonders what you must be thinking about. what could be keeping you from letting beomgyu make you happy? what’s so wrong with living in the moment, not letting anyone else fog your mind and change your decisions?

his chest stings the longer you go unresponsive. there’s a vulnerability cracking open inside him, and he’s trying to force you into that crevice, unable to stand your silence or rejection. he’s scared now, and fear fuels his actions when he dips his fingers beneath your panties, ready to tug them down.

“say yes,” he begs, uncaring how pathetic it is. “let me have you. you need me. let me show you.”

“but”—

“no, forget him.” he knows exactly what you were going to say. “he’s dead next time i see him anyway.”

“beomgyu!” you scold.

“come on, please,” he whines, almost ready to start crying. “i need to feel you, need to feel like you like me.”

your lips tug downward. “i do like you.”

“not the way i need you to. not enough for me to be the only one for you.”

“gyu, i like you a lot.”

“no you don’t,” he sulks, bringing his head to the crook of your neck.

you soothe him with your fingers tracing down his scalp and neck. he sighs, melting into the feeling.

“you can have me,” you relent. beomgyu picks his head up immediately.

“yeah?”

you nod. “yeah.”

“you want it?”

“i do,” you say, rolling your hips up needily. he smiles and starts peeling your panties down, kissing your cheek as he gets rid of them for you.

“how bad?”

“so bad, i like you so much. i wanna prove it,” you say.

“so perfect for me,” he hums happily, touching all up and down your legs. he pushes the skirt of your dress up, and you take it upon yourself to pull it off of you entirely. you throw your bra to the ground too, and beomgyu sits back starstruck for a moment. it feels like you really want him. it fuels his need to be the best he can be for you.

he attaches his lips to your nipple, hungry for your sensitive skin. he laps over the bud until he hears you whining, then sucks some more. you shouldn’t be able to stand how bad you want him, you should be crying and shaking for him, needing his touch like how he needs yours. that’s how you’ll prove you like him, he decides. you’ll give him everything he wants.

he brings his mouth to your other tit, giving it the same attention as you writhe beneath him. he grins when you arch your back, seeking out the pleasure he’s giving you. you moan a little as he grazes his teeth against the flesh of your mound.

he inches his fingers towards your cunt, and he feels the heat radiating from between your legs. he loves being the one to do this to you, he loves that he has an effect on you. his fingers ghost around your pussy, dancing against your skin teasingly.

“gonna let me fuck you on my fingers?” he asks, looking up at you with a pleased grin because he knows your answer.

“yes, i need it,” you say, bucking your hips forward to try to get him to touch you.

“tell me how much you need it, and everything you want me to do,” he says, tracing circles over your lower stomach. he doesn’t usually tease you, but he feels like he has to right now. he wants you to chase him a little, it’s unfair for him to be the only one to do it all the time.

“so bad, i need to feel you inside me,” you whine, pouty lips shining in a way that makes kissing you irresistible. he steals you for a kiss for only a second, because he wants to hear what else you have to say. you look so far gone, and it makes him feel accomplished.

“tell me more,” he says.

“i want your fingers, i can’t stand being so wet and empty.” your words make beomgyu moan. when did you get so fucking dirty? did he make you like this?

“need me to stretch out that tight hole? get you ready for a real cock?”

you whine and shut your eyes, rolling your hips up, dying for friction. beomgyu gets a wicked sense of satisfaction from it, urging your hips back down to the bed. he watches your reaction as he brings a finger to your entrance, gathering your arousal unhurriedly. he doesn’t push in, he only lingers at your hole, prodding only enough to drive you crazy.

your sopping cunt continues to leak as he teases you more and more, and it’s the most satisfying sight in the world to see you shake with need beneath him. your hole flutters, practically begging him to get inside you, but he only drags his finger up to your clit to tease you there too.

your fists tighten in his shirt, clutching desperately as if to speak how urgently you need him, and he can feel it now. he can feel that you’re worked up beyond hunger, beyond desire, beyond lust—you’re becoming desperate and miserable, something more like him. he almost laughs in triumph, coming in to kiss you because he just can’t help it.

you chase his lips when he pulls away, and he lets you have his kiss again. he brings his finger to your entrance again, pressing down almost enough to start sliding in. you moan into his mouth and push your hips forward greedily, and he finally lets you have it. you’ve been so good in letting him be a little mean.

“fuck, beomgyu, thank you,” you sigh out, finally getting a fraction of the relief you’ve been looking for. he’ll give you something to be thankful for. he wants to be good for you so badly, wants to hear you make noises no one else has heard, wants to make you feel things that no one else has.

you’re tight around him, and he gives you time to adjust to his finger inside you. god, he’d piss you off a thousand more times if it meant another night with you like this. feeling you so intimately beneath him, feeling you give yourself up to him, it all makes beomgyu feel like he’s done everything right in life.

if only that were true—if he’d done everything right, you’d be his alone right now. the ugly thought returns that he’s not your only one; in fact, he’s probably the less important one between him and taehyun. he doesn’t occupy your entire mind the way you do to his. the thought is accompanied by a small ache in his chest.

it seems like nothing beomgyu does is ever enough for you. he refuses to give up, though, even when it gets draining and hopeless and painful for him. maybe he’s just not good enough yet. he has to be a little nicer, a little smarter, a little better.

your hands come up to his face, touching him in a way that makes him pause. you hold him like he’s delicate. you hold him like you’re cherishing this moment. he locks eyes with you, finding something soft and vulnerable there.

something’s different now. he’s not sure what happened, but that one look is all it takes for the pain in his heart to subside. that one look and the way you hold him is all it takes for him to realize that he’s wasting time thinking about taehyun—the only thing that matters right now is making you see how bad beomgyu wants to be yours.

he holds your gaze as he fucks his finger into you. he’s slow and careful, making sure not to hurt you by taking too much too soon. your brows are upturned from your pleasure, your mouth dropped open to expel your heavy breaths. his heart beats faster in a way that almost scares him.

he pushes a second finger into you, feeding the flame eagerly, cherishing the moan you give him in response and the way your hands move to rest around his shoulders. a warm feeling grows in his body, more greedy and overwhelming than just lust. the feeling makes him fuck you with a greater goal in mind, needing to bury you in his affections and force you to face his need.

your noises encourage him further, and he hooks his fingers up to hit a spot inside you that has you giving him those cute high-pitched moans that he loves so much. he craves more from you, the fire never dies out. his hand finds your waist, holding you down like he’s scared you might run off. he needs you here with him. he needs you only here, only with him, forever and ever, like nothing else matters but this, like no one else matters but him.

“gyu, so good, i love it.” your words are whiny and make his heart soar. he keeps up his pace and curls his fingers inside you again, smiling when you keen.

“you love it?” he repeats.

you nod vigorously. “yeah, love it.”

he bites his lip and thrusts his fingers into you a little harder. you cry out and arch your back, nails digging into his shoulders. it’s such a rewarding sensation.

you look too pretty like this, too gorgeous and he just can’t be normal about it. he needs to have you forever. he needs to be yours, it repeats like a mantra in his head and corrupts his mind. it makes him dumb, makes him spill out words he shouldn’t say.

“call me your boyfriend,” he says, panting, digging his fingers deeper inside you.

“what?” you ask, voice all shaken.

“call me your boyfriend, tell me how good i am to you,” he repeats.

he feels your walls clamp around him, he feels how close you are, and he wants to give you everything and get you off and be that man for you. he wants to believe he’s yours, even if you’re only saying it because you want to cum. he doesn’t care, he’ll take what he can get.

no words leave you. it seems like you’re making him work for it. “come on, say it. don’t you want your boyfriend to make you cum?”

you gasp, and beomgyu brings his hand up from your waist to your breasts. he takes a handful of your flesh there, enamored by how sensitive you are to his touches.

“y-yeah,” you stutter out, eyes growing more hazy. you look at beomgyu like he’s the only man in the world.

“i’ll take care of you, pretty. won’t you thank me?” he rubs against a spot that has you gasping out, watching with a grin as you struggle to obey his wishes.

“thank you..! thank you!”

beomgyu hums happily, continuing to rub that spot inside you as you start to squirm under him. he sinks himself back into this fantasy where you’re back home from a date, and he’s being the best boyfriend to you by getting you off just how you like. he knows your body better than anyone else, knows how to command its pleasure, and he’ll be damned if anyone else ever steals his place here with you.

you grow senseless, arching up toward beomgyu’s body, clinging onto him desperately, whimpering like the sweetheart you are. you’re so close, and you’re so delirious, and he’s so consumed by the sight.

“please, i’m gonna…” you trail off, and beomgyu laughs a little.

“mhm? gonna cum for me? i touch you that good?”

“yeah, so good, gonna cum on your fingers, my boyfriend’s fingers,” you pant. beomgyu nearly blows his load hearing you say that. he’s frenzied now, he has to stop himself from hammering into you, has to be mindful that you’re still so new to this and he can’t just go crazy because he wants to.

he’s probably saying a lot of stupid shit right now, but he barely registers it. it’s a lot of urgent pleas for you to cum and a lot of sweet names that roll off his tongue so easily for you. he thinks he’s not even human anymore, that he’s just something made to touch you and serve you. he watches you twist up in pleasure, lips parting over a moan as your orgasm crashes over you.

he loves this, loves everything about it. he loves how you look cumming for him, he loves how you feel squeezing around his digits, he loves how useful it makes him feel. he bucks against your thigh, needing a little relief for himself, unable to contain his own pleasure from watching you.

he pulls his fingers out of you once you’ve come down, letting them drag out of your walls slowly. he rests his forehead against your chest, feeling it rise and fall as you catch your breath. his hands find your hips, holding them like he needs it for his comfort.

the air is thick. you lie limp and easy and pliable beneath him, and he gulps because he can’t believe how much he’s holding back. it’s horrifying how bad he wants to take it further.

this should be enough, he shouldn’t want more. you’re so pretty and innocent and he’d be evil to try to go further. he’d be evil to ask for more. he’d be awful. he’d be wicked and terrible and selfish, and he can’t be like that to you.

but he’d be gentle. he’d be kind. he’d watch you and listen to you sincerely, and he’d make you feel wanted and cherished. maybe even loved.

he kisses your chest, right where he may feel your heartbeat if he lingers too long. he picks his head up slowly, catching your eyes to see if you’re still lost in this fantasy with him. you look dazed as ever, and it works to get beomgyu’s heartbeat to pick up.

you’re his girlfriend. for just this moment, he can pretend you are, and you can be good and let him. his hands are almost hesitant as they find your thighs, spreading them a little wider to allow him more space.

the moment feels just as dangerous as it does sacred. it feels like dragging an angel down to earth, like heaven’s losing something. he gives your skin a gentle squeeze.

“if you’re my girlfriend, if you’re all mine”—he brushes your hair back, careful and sweet—“then you should feel all of me.”

he slots his hips between your thighs, not forceful or rough, but with enough pressure to make your breath hitch, as if to remind you that the night’s not over. he watches you, waiting, aching for your next words, as if you’ll determine the fate of the rest of his life.

your hand cups his cheek, holding him like he’s delicate. the gentleness of it makes him throb. you’re all soft parts and pretty pieces.

your response comes in a whisper, “then show me all of you.”

he leans forward, kissing you because it means more than any words he could speak. you’re too perfect, too good, and he’s going to have you forever. he’s going to be yours, and he’s going to make you happy.

your hand falls to his pants, prying them down slowly along with his boxers, letting each second drag so the moment can last. beomgyu cradles your cheek when he parts from your lips, holding your face still so he can uncover every emotion you must be feeling.

he lets his cock drag through your folds without any rush, savoring the sensation of your warmth right against him. his mouth drops open, moaning without shame, letting you hear how bad you affect him. you’re soaked, and he’s not even side you but you already feel like heaven against him. he’ll be done for the moment he pushes in.

“let me have you, pretty,” he says, voice quiet like that too may break you.

“you have me,” you answer. you gasp when the head of his dick catches your clit. he focuses his attention there a little longer, adoring your reactions.

“only me,” he says.

you nod, staring at him with big eyes filled with need. “only you.”

“and only i can take care of you. it’s just you and me.” he kisses your neck, wetting your skin with his tongue like that could portray all his affections.

“just you and me,” you repeat. he brings his tip down, collecting your arousal one last time before stopping at your entrance. he’s still holding your face, still looking into your eyes, still trying to unveil every thought that must be running through your head.

he spends some time like that, a few long seconds that feel like the ending of a chapter. everything changes after this. all is still.

“i’m your first?” he asks. he already knows the answer, but he appreciates it anyway when you give him a meek nod to confirm. he can’t stop himself from smiling. he always knew he’d get you like this, and he’s going to make sure he does everything right for you.

he used to have thoughts about ruining you for anyone else. he used to think about taking your virginity the same way he’d take you from taehyun: with ultimate sin, filled to the brim with pride and lust and greed—but this moment doesn’t call for that. weighty, selfish motives like that don’t cross beomgyu’s mind at all. instead, he feels attuned to you, like he’s not stealing something from you, but giving you something, building something.

he pushes in slowly, just an inch at a time, and watches the way your breathing picks up, the way your hands scramble to find purchase on something. he takes one of your hands in his own, smiling at you comfortingly.

he’s got his tip inside you, and he’s already gathering his breath trying not to burst. even after stretching you out on his fingers, you’re insanely tight around him.

“does it hurt?” he asks, voice strained.

“no, just… stay like that for a minute,” you say. beomgyu obliges, letting you adjust to his girth. he knows he’s big, that he’s a lot to take, but he knows you’ll be perfect for him. he’ll give you all the time in his world, he just has to hope he can last that long.

you’re warm and wet and everything he could have dreamed, and it leaves beomgyu whimpering above you. he’s wanted this for so long, wanted you for so long, and he can’t believe he’s finally getting you.

it’s the intimacy of the moment that’s really twisting his stomach now; he feels closer to you than ever, and it excites him in a way that triumphs however else he’s ever imagined having you. all the thoughts running through his mind beg him to make you feel good, to reward you for being so sweet to him.

your free hand trails down beomgyu’s back, grazing your fingers against him soothingly. it sends a chill throughout his body, igniting sparks that he’s already familiar with thanks to you. you entrance him effortlessly, always putting him under this spell that makes him crave you in ways he’s never felt for anyone else.

“give me more,” you finally say, allowing him to move again. he sighs in relief, hissing as he gets another few inches of himself into you before letting you adjust again. you’re gorgeous and so worked up beneath him, and he can’t wait to see how good you’ll feel when he gives you all of him.

he imagines how you may react when he starts really fucking you. he wonders if he’ll get to hear any new noises from you, or if he’ll feel your body tremble and quake in different ways. he can imagine your cunt sucking him in so deep, just begging for his load, and he has to stop the thought there because his cock twitches from the excitement.

“still okay?” he asks.

you nod with a whiny moan, and it makes beomgyu want to coo at you. “gyu, i—ah—i feel so full already…”

he laughs, “i know, baby.” he eases his hand over your body, finding amusement in the way you shiver when he brushes over your tits.

“you’re so big,” you whine, throwing your head back. you’re making it hard for beomgyu to keep his focus by saying things like that.

“can you take more?”

“yes, want more,” you moan. he smiles, feeling his heart warm at how good you’re being for him. he knew you’d be such a dream.

with your permission, beomgyu sinks into you further, groaning as he finally bottoms out. he’s blinded by the pleasure for a second, and in that short time he thinks he sees his entire future with you. one where you’re always here, always with him, always ready.

he calms himself down enough to check up on you, scanning your face for any discomfort. he comes in to pepper kisses onto your cheek, hoping they spell out how proud he is and how amazing you are. it’s not beyond him how lucky he is to be the first to have you—or to have you at all, for that matter.

“you need some time?” he rasps out. he hopes you say yes, because he needs a breather himself. he’s way too close to cumming already.

“yeah, please,” you breathe. he obliges easily, spending his time kissing your neck and listening to your pretty sighs. he stays sheathed inside you, and your walls wrap around him so tight that he worries if he’ll even be able to move much. you’re so warm and wet and nice, and it’s fucking crazy that he’s the first to feel you like this.

his hands are in constant need to be filled by you, grabbing at every inch of your skin like it’s all his to claim. you’re finally his, in your most bare and precious form; you’re his in the most meaningful and beautiful way. he’s as close to you as he could possibly be.

his mind is running faster than he can possibly keep up with. his brows scrunch, trying to ground himself as he leans his face into your neck, but he feels all too floaty to come back down. he holds your hips, firm and strong, groaning when you get impossibly tighter around him for a second.

“you’re still mine?” he asks, pulling himself up to look down at you. you don’t look too put-together anymore. beomgyu loves it. the messiness suits you well, it brings out something more genuine in you.

“yeah,” you agree easily.

“my girlfriend?” he doesn’t care how much of an idiot it makes him sound like. he needs to know you’re still in this with him.

he grinds his hips against you a little, earning a delicious moan from you that has his mouth dropping open in awe. he could devour you whole right now. he could blend your bodies into one, spend an eternity deep inside you.

“y-yeah, your girlfriend,” you repeat back, and he grins. you make him so proud.

he picks himself up a little more, leaning back so he has better leverage on your body. “so i should be a good boyfriend then and fuck you just right?”

your lips pull up, giving him a smile that’s just as sweet as it is enticing. he smooths his palms over your thighs, enjoying your soft skin while he’s still buried to the hilt inside you.

“take me, baby,” you moan. he almost ruins the whole night by passing out at that.

“gonna take it all, pretty,” he promises, coming down to kiss you one last time. he starts pulling out slowly as his mouth is on yours, letting his cock drag through your walls and memorize every inch. he eases himself back in, drinking up your noises eagerly.

god, this is the meaning of it all. he’s never pulling out of you, he can’t, this is where he belongs. he grunts into your mouth as he bottoms out again, holding your waist like you’ll disappear if he won’t. he slides out a little yet again, and thrusts back with the slightest more vigor this time.

“gyu, fuck!” you cry out.

“too much?” he asks, thumbs soothing your skin as he pauses his movements.

“no, it’s good, i love it,” you babble out.

“yeah? you love it? love having my dick in you?” he does the same thing again, pulling out just a bit to slide back in hungrily.

“yes!” the whine in your voice has him holding back whines of his own. it’s unreal how perfect you feel around him. you take him so well, it’s like you were made for him.

it’s so easy to lose himself into the idea that you’re only beomgyu’s when you look up at him like this. it’s like you realized he’s the piece that you’ve been missing in your life, like you’ve finally figured everything out and you’re seeing it laid in front of you now.

it works out in his mind perfectly: he’s your boyfriend, and he’s dedicating his life to you, and you’re letting him take your virginity like the good girlfriend you are. he wonders if that’s what you see too—he hopes with his whole heart that’s the case.

he pulls out a little more this time, sliding back in with a groan. you’re too good for him; it’s impossible to cherish this moment enough. you whimper so sweetly, and it just makes him want to take care of you forever.

“god, you’re so good,” beomgyu grits out.

“feel so full, gyu.” he can’t help but to press down gently where he’s buried deep inside, letting his palm sit right there while you gasp and writhe beneath him. you’re figuring out what to do with all the pleasure, and beomgyu can’t get enough of it.

“yeah, gotta make sure my girlfriend’s nice and stuffed. gotta keep her wet, keep her happy,” he pants out, hypnotized by the feel of your cunt. you bunch up his hair in your hand, arching your back. you bite your lip, but it fails to hold back your moans.

he doesn’t want this to end, but he can feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge. he needs to make sure you’re there too, needs to feel you cum on his cock before he has to pull out. his thumb finds your clit and you jolt, overwhelmed.

“beomgyu!! oh, god!” you yelp, nails digging into him. the pain only encourages him, has him thrusting a little more fervently.

“cum all over me, baby. show me how much you like me, just like you said you would.” you’re tightening around him again, and he can barely move so he focuses all his attention on your clit instead, keeping his pace steady until your breath hitches and you’re right there, on the edge, surrendering everything to him.

you cum with his name on your tongue and his dick buried inside you, and there will never be anything more fulfilling than that. his fingers dig into your hips as he forces himself not to cum inside you, holding out for just a few more seconds until you calm down.

he pulls out then, jerking himself with half his mind gone. he’s shaking, turned on beyond belief, and he needs to let you know how bad you have him. if you’re his girlfriend, and you’re giving every part of yourself up to him, and you’re doing everything so well, then you should know—he should say—

“i love you,” he pants. he sees the surprise in your eyes, and you open your mouth to say something, but he covers it with his palm before you can, gentle but firm. “i love you. just let me love you.”

his cum spurts out of him after that, dribbling onto your stomach as he lets out a moan from deep inside his chest. he’s breathing heavily, clinging onto the moment so reality doesn’t crash onto him yet. he wants to be here forever. he wants to hold you down and do whatever it takes to make you stay. he was doing good warding off that possessive feeling for a while, but it comes back like second nature.

“you’re still mine,” he says, staring you down so you know he means it. he slowly lifts his palm from your mouth.

you don’t say it back this time.

beomgyu grabs your dress, ready to use it to wipe his cum off you, but you grab his wrist and push it far away from your body. he blinks at you innocently, wondering what he did wrong.

“grab a towel! why are you trying to ruin my dress?” you ask. beomgyu laughs at how your voice has gone a little raspy.

he heads to your bathroom and comes back with a towel, wiping your skin and tossing it aside carelessly. he sits in front of you as you lay before him, legs still spread to accommodate for the space he takes up.

beomgyu doesn’t want to say anything and risk ruining the peace. he doesn’t ask what now? even though it’s all he wants to find out.

he got what he wanted, he supposes. he’s probably supposed to feel satisfied now. he tries his best to.

still, the weight of something more hangs in the air. he can feel it in the silence that takes over the room, and he can see it in the way you can barely look at him. you pretend to find interest in your bedroom walls.

can he still kiss you? does he still get that? did everything just end right before his eyes?

“i guess you got what you wanted,” you say, half-hearted and light like it’s supposed to be a joke. beomgyu doesn’t find it funny. he doesn’t even think you do.

“don’t say it like that,” beomgyu says.

“then tell me what else you want,” you prompt. your tone holds no challenge, only curiosity.

“i want to talk to you,” he answers. he lays beside you on the bed, getting in the way of that staring contest you were having with the wall. you blink and breathe and do everything a human would, but beomgyu still thinks you’re a doll. you endear him endlessly.

“okay,” you agree. “what do you want to talk about?”

beomgyu smiles. “isn’t it kind of obvious?”

you laugh, “kind of.”

beomgyu wraps an arm around you and urges you closer, holding you against him. you accept his embrace, and there’s a happy thrum in his chest when you lean on him.

“maybe we should talk about something unexpected then,” beomgyu jokes.

“like that wasn’t unexpected enough?” you both laugh.

“yeah.”

“so stop dancing around it and just say it,” you order, swatting his chest playfully and making him laugh again.

“you’re not a virgin anymore.”

he practically feels you deflate.

“oh.”

“what?” he asks. you act like you didn’t know that.

“nothing.”

panic rises within him, even more so when you start pulling away. you sit up, and he follows.

“baby, what’s wrong?”

“why are you still calling me that?” you counter.

he’s utterly confused. you were so bubbly and fun a minute ago. did he really ruin your mood that much by pointing out the truth?

“what did i do?” he asks.

you shake your head and sigh. “nothing. it’s me.”

beomgyu groans, “oh my god, this better not be about taehyun.”

“it’s not,” you bite. “he didn’t even cross my mind. not for a second. so if it counts for anything, you win.”

beomgyu scrunches his brows. “i don’t get it then.”

“don’t worry about it. i don’t even think it matters to you,” you say. this is so unfair. you’re not even giving beomgyu a chance.

“just tell me,” he pleads, softening his voice.

“i thought it was obvious,” you mutter. beomgyu’s lost. is this still about your virginity?

“i don’t want you to be sad. not after what we did. please.”

you look at him and sigh. there wasn’t fight in you to begin with, but your resolve dissipates nonetheless. he can see you giving in now.

“when you said…” you pause to find your words, then shake your head after a few seconds. “no, nevermind.”

“no, tell me,” beomgyu urges. you sigh, unable to meet his eyes, so he grabs onto your hand to try to soothe you. to his surprise, you pull your hand away, almost as if you can’t stand his touch anymore.

his eyes go wide, darting across your face for an explanation or a sign. “baby..?” he tries.

there’s no way you’re sending him out after this. he’s not walking out, he can’t after what just happened. he’ll bury his feet into your floor if he has to; he’s not leaving.

“when you said you love me,” you start again, bringing your gaze back to his. there’s a vulnerability in them that makes you look more fragile than a porcelain doll. “was that pretend, too?”

you blink at him expectantly. his mouth drops open, but he struggles to find an answer.

“tell me, gyu,” you insist, but your tone holds no bite.

“i… don’t know.” it feels like the wrong answer. with the way you bow your head, he guesses it was.

“okay,” you say. you look dejected, and beomgyu can’t seem to figure out why. you’re the one who already has a boyfriend. you shouldn’t even be asking these questions. god, why did you have to ask that question? beomgyu’s so in his head now.

“baby, please, this isn’t”—

“stop calling me that.”

“this isn’t fair and you know it! how could you expect me to answer that?”

you laugh like this is so beyond you. “then why the fuck would you say it? and why did you seem so ready to tell me you loved me earlier?”

beomgyu’s head hurts. you must be reading too much into it. fuck if he knows why he does anything—his only answer is always you, you, you. you drive him crazy, you make him do crazy things. you’re doing so right now, too.

he doesn’t think about things so deeply like that, because when he does life gets even messier. love tangles things up in knots. it doesn’t make sense to him, he’s not smart like you and taehyun. if he knows one thing, though, it’s that he doesn’t want to let you go. that must count for something.

of course he craves you. he yearns for you. he wants you to feel loved, but he—fuck, his mind is whirring too fast and he doesn’t know anything, but you deserve an explanation and you deserve better than him, but you shouldn’t ever have anyone but him and, and, and—

“beomgyu, stop, calm down,” you say, putting a hand on his shoulder.

he looks up at you. he didn’t realize when he started breathing so heavily.

“sorry,” he murmurs.

“just… lay down,” you say. he does. you pull the sheets over him. you sit there for a minute, watching him until he feels better.

you get up then, and beomgyu feels his heart pick up again. “you’re leaving?” he asks.

“go to sleep, beomgyu.”

“don’t leave me.” he feels like crying.

you turn to him and level him with a stare. “i’m just showering.”

he blinks, and a tear falls from his eye. “okay.”

he shuts his eyes, but he doesn’t dare fall asleep until he knows you’re not lying. he feels the bed dip beside him some time later, the familiar weight of you coming into bed. he’s asleep within seconds.

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UR FICS ARE AMAZING!!!!! Could I request thunderbolts x platonic teen reader, where the reader wakes up in the middle of the night and knocks on each thunderbolts’s door to sleep in their room/cuddle with them :-3

This is so cute I love this. I think they'd all be very welcoming since they know what it's like to struggle with sleep.

Anyways, hope yall enjoy!!

Thunderbolts x Gn!Teen!Reader

✦ Thunderbolts Reacting to you knocking on their doors at 1am Headcanons ✦

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You got up.

Barefoot, hoodie sleeves pulled over your hands, you padded quietly through the halls, heart beating a little faster with every step. You paused in front of the door and hesitated.

✦ Ava Starr

You knocked on Ava’s door once, and she answered it so fast you thought she hadn’t been asleep at all.

Her face softened immediately when she saw you.

"Couldn’t sleep?"

You shook your head.

Ava didn’t say much. She wasn’t a big talker, but she gestured to the bed and sat down, her back against the headboard.

You sat beside her, close but not touching, and let the silence settle between you.

She handed you one of her extra pillows and, in a rare gesture, rested her shoulder lightly against yours.

It was quiet comfort, the kind you didn’t know you needed.

✦ Bucky Barnes

You hovered outside Bucky’s door for a long time.

You didn’t want to bother him. You knew he wasn’t the best sleeper either.

But eventually, you knocked.

Bucky opened the door, squinting, his metal arm catching the moonlight.

"Hey… what’s up?"

You looked at your feet, fidgeting with your sleeve. "I, uh, I can’t really… I just…"

He didn’t make you finish.

"Yeah. Come in."

You perched on the edge of his bed, unsure, but Bucky grabbed an extra blanket and handed it to you.

He didn’t crawl into bed himself—he just sat in the chair nearby, resting his chin in his hand, like he’d stay up to keep watch until you fell asleep.

And that’s exactly what he did.

✦ Alexei Shostakov

You expected Alexei to snore right through your knock, but the man had surprisingly light sleep.

"Who’s there? Is the base under attack?"

You poked your head in. "No, sorry, it’s just… me. Couldn’t sleep."

His whole face softened instantly. "Come, little one. I have much room."

You hesitated at the door, but he patted the mattress enthusiastically.

"Don’t be shy! It is safest here. Russian hero’s bed, no bad dreams can pass through."

You couldn’t help but smile.

When you climbed in, Alexei immediately pulled you into a side hug, squeezing you just enough to make you wheeze.

"You are strong. But even strong people need good rest, da?"

You buried your face in the pillow to hide your stupid grin. "Yeah… thanks, Alexei."

He was already half-asleep again, muttering something about his brave little soldier.5

✦ John Walker

You hesitated for maybe a full minute, chewing the inside of your cheek before you knocked, soft as you could.

It only took a few seconds before his voice came, rough with sleep. “Yeah?”

You pushed the door open just enough to peek inside. “Hey. Sorry, I—uh—I can’t sleep.”

He sat up immediately, switching on the lamp. His hair was a mess, and he rubbed his face with one hand, already awake enough to know.

“You want to stay in here?”

You gave a small, embarrassed nod.

John just lifted the blanket. “C’mere, kid.”

You didn’t even hesitate. You climbed into the bed, curling up with your back to him. He didn’t crowd you. Just stayed there, close enough to feel solid and safe, letting the silence settle.

“Bad night?” he asked after a while, his voice quiet in the dark.

“Yeah.”

“Wanna talk?”

“No.”

“Okay.”

That was it. No pressure. No lectures.

Just quiet breathing and the steady rhythm of him being there.

✦ Bob Reynolds

When he opened it, half-asleep with a t-shirt and boxers, his brows furrowed the second he saw your face.

Without you even asking, he stepped aside.

“Yeah, okay. C’mon.”

You climbed into his bed, this time finding his arms already open.

Bob was a hugger, even when you pretended to hate it.

He wrapped you up tight, one of those huge bear hugs that felt like it could hold you together when you couldn’t do it yourself.

He rested his chin on top of your head.

“You’re safe. Go to sleep, kid.”

You mumbled into his chest. “Thanks, Bob.”

He just squeezed you a little tighter.

✦ Yelena Belova

Yelena’s door was a gamble. You were sure she’d tease you.

But when you showed up, hoodie sleeves tugged down, looking away as you awkwardly asked, “Can I—uh, can I crash in here?”

…she didn’t laugh.

She actually softened, surprisingly gentle as she waved you in.

“Yeah. Yeah, sure. Get over here.”

She made a big deal of pretending to “grumble” about it, but her arm looped over you anyway.

You fell asleep to the sound of her muttering sarcastic comments about “inviting pests into her bed,” but she never once told you to leave.

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Do Not Disturb: Love Loading

Woke up tangled like overcooked noodles - too much warmth, too little space, and just the right amount of accidental intimacy.

Paring: LADs x Non-MC reader

Genre: Fluff

Writer's note: I think I'm in my squishy reader fluff era. Most of my (non-requested) fluff content for the time being will have squishy readers in mind, but still be for everyone.

Cold Hands, Warm Disaster

The infirmary cot wasn’t built for comfort, let alone shared comfort, but you insisted on staying with him during inventory checks.

He humoured you.

You both nodded off.

You wake up tangled around him, your face in his neck, your soft middle squished against his chest, one of his arms locked around your waist protectively.

He is wide awake. Has been.

For forty-seven minutes and counting.

Vitals: elevated.

Core temp: dangerously flustered.

Memory storage: permanently ruined.

I should move. I cannot move.

She is so soft. Her thighs are warm.

Her tummy is adorably squishy I’m going to clinically expire.

This is how I die. Peacefully. In bliss.

Then you nuzzle deeper with a sleepy sigh. “Mmm… Zaynie…”

He has to bite back a low groan.

Every part of his body reacts in slow panic. Muscles tense.

A whimper nearly escape as his soul leaves his body. Code Blue: Overwhelmed Boyfriend Detected.

You go right back to sleep. Blissfully unaware.

He contemplates every life choice that led to this moment. Decides he wouldn’t change a single one.

Then wonders if medically, it’s possible to pass out from cuteness overload.

When you eventually wake, blinking groggily and realise the position, he whispers, “You don’t have to move.”

And you don’t. You smile sleepily and rest your cheek back on his chest.

He will never emotionally recover.

He changes the infirmary shift schedule just to nap with you again

Might also requisition a bigger cot. Purely for... "ergonomics".

Celestial Breakdown Mode

You were just going to watch one episode. Maybe two. But the couch was small. You were both tired. And now?

Now Xavier is lying flat on his back with you starfished on top of him like you fell there from orbit.

Your entire body is pressed against him, head tucked under his chin, and his arms? Pinned under your weight.

He is awake.

He has been.

For one hour and thirty-seven minutes.

Don’t move.

Don’t move.

DON’T MOVE.

She’s so soft.

So warm.

This is fine.

This is nice.

This is a terrifying level of softness.

What do I do with my hands?

You’ll wake her. Don’t ruin this. Don’t breathe.

I love it here. Help.

He chose to wrap them around you. Gently. Tentatively. You didn't protest, so now they’re just… there. Holding.

When you stir, it’s to murmur something incoherent against his shoulder. Then, instead of pulling away, you cuddle closer and sigh with a sleepy smile.

He has to suppress a groan in his throat. A small, overwhelmed noise slips out anyway.

His face is flaming.

When you finally blink awake, Xavier’s eyes are wide like he’s been caught with stolen stars.

“Xav?” you mumble.

He clears his throat. “Good morning.”

You realise the position and start to scramble off, and he catches you.

“No. Stay,” he says too quickly, too softly.

You stay. And in his head, the galaxy explodes.

Yeah. He’s not moving for another hour.

Devilishly Still, Dangerously Pleased

Falling asleep in Sylus’s tiny underground crash couch was always a gamble. But this time, after you curled up beside him post-midnight mission and promptly passed out, the gamble paid off.

Because now you’re draped over him. One arm under his shirt, one thigh straddling his.

Your cheek resting just above his heart. You’re completely tangled.

And Sylus?

Fully, completely, absolutely awake.

Has been for 78 minutes.

She clung to me in her sleep.

Don’t. Move. A. Muscle.

I'm a villain, and I am being cuddled like a teddy bear.

She’s soft. She’s squishy. Her nose just nuzzled me.

She smells like vanilla and lavender. If I breathe wrong, she might shift.

I can’t move. I won’t. 

This is heaven.

Don’t mess this up.

Normally, he’d tease you into oblivion for this. Call you clingy. Tease you about attacking him in his sleep.

But right now?

His hand rests low on your back. Thumb tracing slow circles over your shirt. A smirk playing at the corner of his lips—but no sound. No snark.

He’s too full.

Full of warmth. Of awe. Of the terrifying, exhilarating knowledge that he wants to be your favourite place to fall asleep.

He has one arm draped casually around you, the other behind his head. He looks cool. He is not cool.

When you stir, it’s not with panic, it’s with a sigh. You shift, squish your soft tummy further into his side, and mumble, “Mmm… comfy…” before immediately falling asleep again.

He has to bite back a groan. A low, instinctual sound that nearly betrays him.

His smirk falters into something dangerously soft.

Every nerve ending is screaming as he nearly combusted.

 Then he lets out a chuckle that would make any henchman quit on the spot.

“…You’re lucky I like being used as a mattress,” he mutters.

You eventually wake again and try to move, but he tightens his grip.

“Don’t. I’m your bed now. Sleep tax.”

You do. He never moves. Not even when his comms beep. Not even when a stray wrench falls.

You are priority number one.

Trapped Under Muse

You fell asleep during one of his long rants about artistic philosophy, on his bed, because, of course, you did. He joined you later. You don't remember the moment it happened.

But now you’re sprawled on top of him like a blanket, one leg hooked over his hip, your drool-stained cheek squished against his bare shoulder.

You’re out cold.

He is not.

Her breath is in sync with mine. 

Her hair smells like heaven. 

I could die happy. 

She’s on me. 

ON ME. 

This is art. 

I am trapped. 

Blissfully. Utterly. Gloriously trapped. 

I’m never moving again.

Then you squish yourself even closer in your sleep, mumbling something about “warm paint clouds”, and bury your face into his neck.

He has to stifle a very real, very dramatic whimper.

A part of him screams in Lemurian. I am a brushstroke away from transcendence. Her nose is on my collarbone. Her tummy is pressed against me. I am undone. Reduced to seawater and seafoam, hopelessly swept into her tide. What if she wakes up and moves away? No. No, I must become the bed. I must merge with the mattress. The other gods have smiled upon me, and I refuse to squander this divine gift.

When you stir, you do so only to sigh contentedly and nuzzle again.

 He instinctively strokes your hair.

He looks at the ceiling like it holds divine secrets.

You don’t even wake fully, you just instinctively hold tighter and drift back into dreams.

He melts. Fully.

Into the bed. Into you.

Later, you wake to find him still cradling you with the softest smile.

“You make a wonderful weighted blanket, my heart.”

You groan. He giggles. And tucks you in closer.

“I’m keeping you. Forever. You’re my favourite composition now.”

Colonel Snuggle Suppression Protocol

You’d both been watching a late-night debrief video on the couch when you dozed off against his shoulder.

He hadn’t meant to fall asleep, too, but apparently he did, because now it’s morning and you’re fully tangled in him, practically on top of him.

One leg, tossed over his hip. Arms around his middle. Face squished into his chest. Drool long since soaked into his shirt.

And Caleb?

Fully awake.

Has been awake. For over an hour.

Because you moved in your sleep. Got even more impossibly closer. And his entire body seized like he was under sniper fire.

Breathe slowly.

Stay still. She’s sleeping comfortably

This is fine. 

You are a soldier, so do not engage

Ignore how good she smells.

A soldier trained for extreme pressure. 

This is NOT an emotional ambush.

Don’t react to the fact that her thigh is- 

SYSTEM OVERRIDE. 

EMOTION LOCK-DOWN. 

ACTIVATE PLAN: UNFLUSTERED WALL OF MUSCLE. 

Reroute blood flow to literally anywhere else. 

Don’t blush. 

You are NOT blushing.

Don’t move. 

You’re FINE, Colonel, hold the line.

He hasn’t dared to shift even a finger.

His hand has been hovering an inch above your back the entire time.

He wants to hold you.

He wants to.

But if he does, he might short-circuit.

Every breath is measured.

Every blink is calibrated.

Meanwhile, your sleepy little hums and the soft warmth of your thigh over his have his heart doing tactical somersaults.

Then you murmur something sleepy against his chest. “Mmm… warm.”

And instinctively nuzzle deeper into him. Your soft curves press more firmly against him.

He has to hold back a whimper.

His brain breaks. Sparks. Dies. Reboots.

Every part of him is now awake and aware in ways that are criminally unfair.

You fall back asleep, cheek squished against his collarbone, a soft smile on your lips.

Caleb exhales a slow breath like he just survived a sniper ambush.

When you finally stir properly and blink up at him, mumbling, “Morning…”

He nods stiffly. “Good morning.”

“…You’re already awake?”

“I’ve been awake since 0500.”

“…Why didn’t you move me?”

A pause. “…I didn’t want to compromise your comfort.”

You smile and shook your head as you tried to roll off him. He catches you gently. “No… It’s alright. I… didn’t mind.”

You smile again, kiss his cheek, and bury your face back in his chest.

Caleb.exe has fully crashed.

Later, he’ll be thinking about this until he dies.

He adds three new pillows to his couch that night and searches up how to tactically hold your girlfriend without combusting.

[lyssakinzzz]

anything with Remmick🫣🫣

maybe readers small town is slowly being killed off by vampires and Remmick is the one that finds her and tells his group not to kill her, cause she belongs to him? 🤯🤯

Oooh? Lowkey. FUCK YEAH.

Why the fuck do I keep on forgetting to post.

Might be the longest thing I've done written...

uhm btw! This is how you imagine remmick during the part where he eats you.

YOURE TRIPPIN IF YOU DONT THINK IM GONNA WRITE IT BASED OF THIS SCENE.

Warnings: Dark remmick if you stand really car and look at it through a microscope while in THICK glasses and head turned sideways. Protective remmick, posseive remmick, SMUT. Oral! (F receiving bc why not?), p in a v!

Wc:1780

It felt like you've been living in this town since the beginning of time. All your major life events happened here. In this small southern town, off the coast of the Mississippi delta. Hell, it was more of a Hamlet then town.

But something was just so off, ever since some Irish man moved into it, you never understood him for it, I mean he could've passed as white and went on to live in a white neighborhood with a beautiful wife and a couple of kids, maybe a dog too, if he felt like it. But no, at first you thought it was some grand plan, the klan wanted to kick y'all out, maybe gentrify it. Or the Whites wanted to live in some cute coastal town. Either way folks weren't having it.

There was something just so off with the fella, it gave you the willies. I mean, he honestly turned into a urban legend, old folks swore they saw him, grandma's felt they were a thing back in the day. Some lady even said he was her baby daddy. But, nothing truly added up. He was just too young. But the thing that really scared folks were that people were missing. Everyone was just vanishing, it was crazy. You'd swear you'd see a sliver of them at night, but nope. No where to be found.

You thought all those years finally caught up with them, everytime people told you to watch out for him. How they'd scare little children into being home by dark, you could really care less. Until, everyone started to go. Your town of 1000 slowly turned into 209. Something was definitely up, it was like he was a parasite. Taking over everyone's minds, body's. He was the devil himself.

So, you were gonna leave. Move up north, maybe stay down here. Marry, have kids. You were of age anyways, it wouldn't be too much of a problem. That's when you heard it. Loud, anxious, desperate banging. It sounded alarming, yet it reeked of a poor soul needing aid. Your aid. You had to let them in, especially with that Lunatic out on the loose. You rushed to the door, and opened it to find the familiar pale man on his knees sobbing.

"Oh, they tryna get me!" He sobbed, as he reached out to your foot, gripping onto it like a lifeline.

"Oh, then done got just near everyone in town, please y/n you gotta help me! Y-y-you gotta save me."

He swallowed, as he looked up at you with those blue, puppy eyes. You exhale, and swallow.

"Come on in..." You whispered as he sobbed getting off your leg and walked into your now packed up home.

"Oh, ya leavin'?" He asked, as he examined the moving boxes.

"Yea, this towns just too damn crazy..." you whispered.

"Would you like something to eat, or?" You asked, innocently. He chuckled and nodded.

"They'res lots of things I'd love to eat, Ma'am" He smiled, you could've sworn his teeth were awfully sharper than normal.

O-oh.

You ignored his recent sentence as you heated up some chicken for him.

"This good, sir?" You asked, placing the plate of chicken and rice down for him.

"Oh, more than good, ma'am..." He answered, before picking up his utensils and eating the freshly heated food.

He groaned as he savored the food.

"Delicious." He smiled as his pace grew faster.

You smiled to yourself at the compliment, as you washed up and was about to go back to packing, then you heard the deep Irish accent, smooth like molasses call out your name.

You hummed in response, as you walked to the round table and sat down.

"You don't wanna sit with me?" He asked, mouth half full with chicken and rice.

You chuckled. "I'll sit with ya." You smiled, softly as you felt the rough texture of the lace on your dining table. You and Remmick got to talking, it was nice. Refreshing, truly. You chuckled at his little joke as he excused himself to wash up his plate. The faint smell of lemony dishsoap filling up your nostrils.

"Y'know I still don't get why yer leavin', miss Y/n." He said, inhaling a bit. Taking a pause for you to register his words. "I mean, I'm gon' miss, that's all...but you shouldn't let some strange myth kick ya' out. I mean ain't it a miracle that ya ain't go missin' with all the others. Maybe, some higher powers protectin' ya. It would make no sense if he just stopped right 'bout now, right?" He argued as you still played with the lace.

"Sir, I've been here since God made Eve from Adam's rib. Even with the protection the kind lords granted me, it'd make sense to just go, huh? Explore, find me a man." You smiled, as you chuckled slightly. The pale werido was going to miss you.

"But, if it makes ya feel better I'm gon' miss seein' you beg like a stray, and yo eyes. Those big, blue eyes." You smiled, as he turned around.

"What about my eyes ya like, sug?" He whispered as he looked into yours deeply. It was almost like he was luring you in. It was silly to think he was.

"T-they're very...very..." you were losing your words. It sounded like your old stutter in primary school, even though you kept trying to say the words fully, it didn't work. At all.

He chuckled. What hoodoo did he put on you?

"Well, since ya leavin' I'd like to say a thing or two about what I like about you, huh?" He asked, as you nodded, lump in your throat.

"Well, I like the way my palm can perfectly fit your neck, and I most definitely like how squeamish you are right now, love." He smiled as he kept looking at you, with those eyes. Those puppy eyes hiding lust, and malicious intent. You inhaled trying to speak again but it felt like he was holding your tongue.

He inched closer and closer to you, a devious smirk appearing on his face. You inhaled, backing up a bit, but your eyes trailed down to his very hard length.

He starred to give you an open mouthed kiss, you moaned into it, as he fell into the chair with you, he bit your lip so hard it bleed, he moaned as he saw the familiar crimson stain your soft, full lips. He sucked the blood from the acute wound.

"I'm sorry, angel. You shouldn't have ran from it huh?" He whispered as he breathed heavily, leaving open mouthed kisses on the nape of your neck, you let out soft moans, then you felt little bites at your neck, he gave you a hickey and looked down, at your flustered and shocked expression.

"So, they all know you belong to me..." He whispered, as his thumb ran down your bottom lip. He picked you up as you wrapped his around him and carried you to your bedroom. He laid you down, and slowly stripped you. You did the same but found some blood on him, your eyes narrow as he just smirked down at you.

"Some people just don't get yer mine, you know. They were tryna hurt you but I took care of it, don't you worry love." He smiled, acting like he just killed a spider before you could see it. Acting like he saved you the last piece of cake at a busy party. He chuckled.

"Dont be scared, I won't let anything happen to you, you know. You're mine. You've always been mine." He smiled, he pushed you back down gently as he took off your tight nightgown.

"You wore this for me, huh? You done knew I was coming. Didn't you?" He whispered, as he slowly slid it off your body.

"You know, i awfully enjoy pink." He chuckled to himself. He left hickeys on your brown soft skin, as he kissed your stomach as his lips lead down to your thighs. He spread your thighs apart and slowly sucked your inner thighs, he moaned as he muttered. "I'm gon' make you feel so good, love. I swear." He said looking into your eyes, still sucking, leaving open mouthed kisses on your inner thighs. You pushed his head down, he moaned the second his tongue made contact with your pussy. His eyes rolling back a bit, fluttering.

"Mmm, you know how much I've been yearnin' for this thing." He whispered as he savored your taste on his tongue.

"I haven't had nothin' this good in years, darlin'' he exclaimed as he kissed around your labia. He treated it like good ice cream he saved up for in town. He was holding back, until he wasn't, that's when he started lapping at your pussy like he hasn't drank water since the 1800s. He left a little bite causing you to whine loudly. Pleasure coursed through you, your body arching as his mouth worked in perfect, desperation. To bring you closer and closer to the edge every minute. You're hands went down into his hair, you gripped each time his tongue pushed deeper, he Rocked his hips into the bare mattress, since everything was packed up of course. He grinded into the mattress going deeper everytime you moaned, or even touched him. You felt heat pool in your stomach as his tongue kept roughly exploring you.

"Fuck..." you whimpered as you gripped his hair harder, pushing him down into your pussy. Your eyes fluttered rolling back as you came on his tongue. You whined as he circled your labia like a shark the second he came up to take off his soaked pants, you shut your legs. Tight. He groaned as he tried to pry open your legs for your overstimulated pussy.

"Come on, I've done killed for you. You ain't never gonna meet a man who's gonna do that for you, huh,girl? The least you can do is let me feel that sweet pussy 'round my cock, huh?" He asked, as you slowly let your legs be pryed open by the starved man. He teased your folds with his cock head. You gasped, slightly as he rubbed it on your clit.

"Mm...that's it, don't run from this dick, baby." He whispered, as he aligned his cock with your needy hole. He slowly slammed into you, you moaned, loudly. Your hands ran up to his hair as he slammed repeatedly. He moaned in your ear, his movements erratic, he kept speeding up, pounding into you.

"Ain't no one gon' handle you like me, huh baby?" He whispered, in between loud, lewd moans. He whimpered as he continued to grow faster.

His eyes rolled back as he had your legs on his shoulders as he thrusted into you, he whined as he was growing closer. You felt him about to grow closer and closer to his finish. That's when he spilt into you.

He stayed in there for a bit too long.

"Gotta make sure, it doesn't all go to waste, love." He said, a casual smile.

[blackdawn70631]

The Mothers

I'm so sorry y'all for staying silent. Been having a lot going on at home and work has been crazy.

*Cute baby Yautja drawing at the end of the story. *Grammar editing credit goes to @supernovamirror *Warning: Contains gore and blood. ~~~ One of the barricades was faulty. That was how she and this unknown man had gotten back under the arena. 

They had been running this way and that, avoiding any sign of the arena guards, but she wasn’t aware for how long. Time was a blur. 

She initially thought they had lost the guards, but now that she had put some distance between them, she was able to grasp the meaning of their loud trills.

It had been a command to halt. But she didn’t know why. Now she did.

The guards were scared shitless of the rooms that she and the man had blindly stumbled into.

Females.

Big. Brawny. Armored and armed. Worst of all, they had young with them. 

The youngsters were little tykes, shaking in fear while they clambered to their mothers' timber legs. Their heads didn’t even come to their bearers’ knees. It was soul-crushing to the woman's dwindling hopes of escape to see tiny babes swaddled to the females’ chests. There wouldn't be any fighting out of this. She couldn't. It would be impossible. Not without unintentionally hurting the young ones. 

There was another screech, and she turned back to a downed female. This female was in labor and leaning against the wall. Though alien to the woman, the woman could clearly discern the expression of terror etched across her face, eyes zeroed in on the pistol that was aimed at her round belly.

“Back off!” The man demanded at the roaring females that encircled them. 

The females roared, a booming intimidation at both humans but primarily the man. 

The female in labor roared louder than before, her forehead scrunched. Kneeling, she fell onto her hands and knees and bore down.

A nearby female launched forward with a taunting swing of her talons. Purposely not striking the man but trying to get him to back off.

The woman was frantic, not for herself but for what she knew he was going to do. She tried to reason with him.

“What are you doing? We're never going to get out of here anyway,” she pleaded.

“Yeah,” His pistol shifted lower, aimed toward the arriving baby. “But at least I can take one of these bastards with me.” 

The woman's heart sank. This wasn't right. 

Tears were streaming down the female's mandibles now, her head low to the man, warbling her alien language at him. The words sounded entreating.  

Anger exploding like a dormant volcano, the woman screeched at the man, “It's a baby!”

His fingers squeezed the trigger. 

“And one that won't live to see tomorrow.”

Her world stopped turning. She didn't need to think. There was no need for it. She knew what she had to do. 

It was her life or the baby, and she made her choice.

The woman lunged at the pistol. The deafening bang rang in her ears from the firing weapon, heat filling her gut. She could taste oil. The woman struggled with the overpowering man, but a strike from a nearby female swiping at his spine gave the woman the upper hand she needed. She shoved him. He fell onto his back with her on top, his pistol grip loosened. 

Yanking her arm out to the side, the pistol was now in her hand. She didn't have room to aim, but she could swing, and that's just what she did. First a pistol whip to the jaw, then she clubbed his head, and then again. Then a third time. She struck over and over. Until the heaving cracking of his skull subsided into wet squashes. 

She didn't know she had stopped until her body halted her, her gut aching. She found herself looking down at what was left of the man’s face. Now splattered brains and mushed eyeballs.

Her ears had been ringing, but soon she heard the warring cries that were issued by all the females. Their pitch was different now, which made her twist around to look. The woman's wails joined the ruckus over the tiny, lifeless body with the umbilical cord wrapped around its neck. 

She didn't know she was moving until she had careened into one of the female's legs. The pistol tumbled from her grasp; she fell to the floor in a pool of her blood. The females’ calloused hands held the woman down, talons driving into her flesh as they protected the grieving mother.

She sobbed in a misery not derived by the hands.

This wasn't happening again. 

“Please,” she begged to whoever would listen, “let me save him!”

The woman's cries trifled with the mothers’ own as she reached out, tears blurring her vision. “Please!”

She felt the pressure lift. They let her go. She didn't wait to see if they were going to kill her. She didn't care. 

Time was precious right now.

Crawling past legs, the lifeless infant found its way into her hands. She kissed the babe, breathing her life into him. Her thumbs made compressions on his chest. The howls of the females beckoned his life to return.

She repeated. Breathing between his tiny mandibles and pressing his chest. 

Tiny mandibles suddenly pinched her lips, accompanied by a tiny whimper. All held themselves quiet to listen. The whimper repeated, followed by warm color entering the baby’s face, dawning like a bright sunrise. He trilled a tiny, beautiful trill. His hands lifted, and then he finally wailed, calling forth his mother, who snatched him away.

She felt rigid and cold, like the life had drained from her being. The woman's world faded, accepting the trade she had established all those years ago. Her life for her baby. Everything had finally come full circle. 

~~~

The woman wasn't aware she was waking until her eyes opened and blinked to a world of calm and warmth. This didn't feel like heaven. Maybe this was hell. 

Why would this be hell after her sacrifice?

Her gaze had finally focused, realizing she did know this place, and dread wallowed in her soul. It was a cell. She was back, alive. 

They saved her. 

Hatred welled in her chest like a deep cyst. She wanted to cry but didn't have the willpower to do so. 

That damn Warlord. He was so high on himself that he couldn't even let his prisoners die. 

Sitting up slowly, she found herself back in the popsicle chamber, its top open, and afloat over the floor. Her hands wandered to a weight on her neck and found the death collar. Feeling a strange sensation on her torso, she lifted the hem of her shirt and found fully healed scars ebbing across her skin. 

They weren't there prior to the meeting with the mothers.

Bastards!

She did something honorable, and they still couldn't let her die. They still wanted her for their stupid games. 

Hearing the softness of feet shifting from behind made her turn around to look. Not surprised to find a sentry on guard, what piqued her interest was his placid stance. 

He seemed at ease, not rushing in. He simply remained watching her until finally she got out of the pod. He shifted his frame aside to allow her exit of the cell, bobbing his head toward the hall. 

He wanted her to follow.

Once making it to the door, the guard kneeled, then he stood and led her away peacefully. 

She passed more halls and more guards, all of whom knelt passively in her wake, until reaching a door. The door slid open, and she was led inside to a small gathering of her captors. 

Her breath hitched. The Warlord himself was present. He had his back to her. She didn't have to see his face to know it was him.  

She cried in defiance, lunging at the guard that led her here. Grabbing his blade and unsheathing it, she sliced, not caring that some of the guard’s hide trickled a stream of neon.

She was going to end her tormentor right now or force his hand to end hers. 

He turned slowly, and she braced herself, ready for his strike. Her own, animalistic howl amped her stance, ready for his charge. But he didn't advance. Instead, he remained still and silent. As did everyone else…or almost everyone. Only one made a sound, and it shifted in the crook of the Warlord’s arm. 

The infant she had saved was swaddled and held to his breast. The Warlord was holding the newborn with great care.

She knew it was that little one because he had the same dark green birthmark on his head.

The mother who birthed the child was standing beside the Warlord. She, almost his height, was narrow in the waist despite having given birth and was thick in the chest and shoulders. 

The mother lifted her right arm, pressing a few buttons on her gauntlet. The woman's collar beeped and then surprisingly dropped to the floor in a rattling clunk. 

The mother rumbled and clicked, “You're free.” The mask translated the word to the woman’s language. 

The woman quite literally took one step back in shock. Not to run, but because she never thought she'd hear those words. Still, a part of her didn’t believe it. This had to be some sort of trick. Something to get her to lower her defenses, but her captors had been respectful to an extent. She did save the baby’s life after all. The life of what she now assumed was the Warlord’s child.

Her eyes watered as memories long passed came back, and she sobbed with deep pain from her tightening throat…

“I want to go home.”

The mother clicked a few more buttons on her gauntlet, and a hologram beamed a few inches above it. There was Earth, but it wasn't. The woman didn't recognize anything. Time had passed. 

“If you wish to return, you may,” came from the mother. “If not, you may stay here freely, and you will be treated with honor.”

The mother took her baby from the Warlord and stepped to the woman, carefully placing the tiny infant into her grasp. The babe seemed to take up the entire length of her arms, not really so tiny after all.

He was too cute. She couldn't get over how adorable he was. 

He had tiny pincers for tusks, chubby mandibles, and big red eyes. A plushy, round crest. His skin, the same sand pigments as his kind. Minuscule ringlets that were his tendrils poked out the sides of his rather large bobblehead. His tiny arms flailed, and he squalled loudly. 

She could have sworn he was smiling when those top mandibles spread out. His bottom mandibles remained tight, and his eyelids squinted slightly with raised eyebrows. His little nubs for talons reached up, grabbing the ends of her hair, and he was sifting her frayed locks through his digits in awe. 

How could she say “no” to a little face like that?

[lemonduckisnowawake]

You know...I made the mistake of watching reacts of the KPDH movie, and I was like. Where's the critical thinking and watching comprehension? Or maybe it's just me who's hallucinating. But anyway, imma rant because I don't think the point of this movie was another "let's throw away our ideologies because they're wrong" more than. Well...

First of all. I like what they did with Rumi's arc. I like how they incorpotated the songs to tell the stories the spoken/visual narrative couldn't - because songs are really effective ways to incorporate exposition and an emotional punch at the same time that may be important to the plot without overshadowing it. How It's Done was a way of showing them as cool, effective, professional, confident ladies juxtaposed against their silly normalcy of being gals who like to eat and be silly. Golden was delivering the emotional journey of Zoey and Mira's stories that the beginning scene had set up through the fan's reactions, as well as telling us both Rumi's past, her sense of home with the HUNTR/X members, yet secret shame that she felt would be dissolved through this family she'd made with the girls. Soda Pop was the Saja Boys' introduction and really well thrown into the story with the fans' reactions, the ladies' reactions, and their general vibe. And so on.

Anyway, what that was meant to say was that, they set up Rumi to be confident and feel at home with her girls - even the little flashback to Rumi wanting to tell the girls but Celine reinforcing her sense of shame about it told us how close she was to the other HUNTR/X members. How it really was the insecurities and lies she'd been thrown and nothing Zoey and Mira done that made her unwilling to spill her shame. The switch from Golden to Takedown was a good example of that, anyway - from belonging with the HUNTR/X girls to her worst, secret fears coming true. And the relief that it really wasn't them temporarily had overshadowed her own shame about her marks before their hurt and confusion brought it back.

As much as the romantic undertones between Rumi and Jinu, and the whole revelation of how demons come to be, do carry a good weight to the story, setting up the theme of things not always being what they seem...we saw the demons eat everyone on the train. Rumi didn't question everything they stood for - because the scene with her asking Celine to kill her showed that she was here to protect, not hate and destroy. What she questioned was that hatred/shame of the self that she saw in Jinu reflected in her own self and perpetuated by Gwi-ma (and Celine. They are foils, except Celine is carrying on a cycle while Gwi-ma began it). She wondered, "hey....maybe demons can be more than the nature of their destructive, soul-stealing thing"...and Jinu's betrayal shattered that ideal and reinforced that, oh....demons are actually bad an maybe it was a matter of time before she went bad. And yet Celine's refusal to kill her and simultaneous rejection of that demon part of her probably unlocked something that Zoey and Mira had unconsciously fought with their acceptance. It WAS a moment of clarity for Rumi, who right now had lost everything but was still the confident and practiced professional the movie had set her up to be.

She still had her ideals to protect and an apology for hiding from her friends to give, so she went back and found that they accepted her and related to her (and that's what we hear in the lyrics of What It Sounds Like), as well as forgiving her and vibing their own apology back (because it was also set up that despite them being taught to hate demons, they were all in it for their fans and to protect the world from having their freaking soul being stolen to the giant fire demon in the underworld. And having their hatred shattered and questioned and shaken, they still had that fire to protect....maybe not through hatred this time, but through the unity of hearts that the honmoon had always been powered by). And anyway, the girls are always quick to get back on their feet - How It's Done Showed them pummelling those demons and still delivering a banger concert, the makeup scene covering their scars was also another once tbh, and composing lyrics together showed their strong connection and dynamic, etc. The bath house scene is where they can process it all and just ugly cry about it, anyway.

So yeah. Movie's theme was less about "maybe not everyone is bad and everything we stood for is wrong" (again. Rumi isn't stupid. She saw the demons swallow up people's souls during the train scene, even after wondering about it briefly in that one scene during the Takedown BG) and more about unity and self-acceptance, as well as hope and redemption. Less about the morality of people groups and more about the self, how you do not have to be your past and how you can reclaim and redefine it instead. About replacing a protection through hatred with a protection based on unity. Jinu's sacrifice and redemption came after he had once again fallen into his old patterns of leaving people behind because he finally saw proof of someone who did not let a shame she'd only just learned the full extent of break her and send her back into a cycle of hiding.

But, man....sometimes a theme isn't about questioning millennia-held ideologies and more restructuring/rediscovering their original or true depth. The honmoon wasn't a bad idea. Protecting people from demons and gwi-ma wasn't a baseless thing. Even thinking demons were evil wasn't baseless, as Gwi-ma really did gaslight his entire hoard of people to do terrible things, pushing them deeper and deeper into a hole they'd stumbled into in a moment of weakness (and the madung probably had no way of really knowing that until Jinu). And the discovery of the last part, as well as Rumi's heritage, shook everyone...but it didn't make the foundations of good intentions and actually valid necessities crumble.

Aaaand, with that, I'm done with my long-winded and nonsensical ramble.

[electriccleric]

The framing of this shot isn’t by accident

I was part of the GA when season 4 released and this shot right here made me realize that they were gonna go through with a love triangle. Not only that, but that Will & Mike were likely going to end up together. Why? Because it’s been hardwired into my brain what this type of shot means. The person in the middle tends to end up getting the guy/girl. Here’s just a few examples from shows I’ve watched throughout my life.

Exhibit A: Ross & Rachel from Friends

Ross literally got married to someone else and STILL ended up with Rachel in the end. Because they’re each other’s lobsters. (That’s a Friends reference lol) This is my mom’s absolute favorite show in the world so I’ve seen episodes of this show a million times. She plays it every single day. Well, I know where I got my obsessive behavior from lol 😆

Exhibit B: Lizzie and Gordo from Lizzie McGuire

I was too young to actually ship them and appreciate them while it aired but recently did a rewatch and omg the best friends to lovers trope really does have me in a chokehold. So adorable! The final scene of the entire show is literally a cute ass montage of Lizzie and Gordo moments before a freeze frame of her kissing him on the cheek. Oh and they end up kissing in the Lizzie McGuire movie as well. I’d say that’s endgame lol

Exhibit C: Eli and Clare from Degrassi

I’d say this is the first ship that I actually obsessively shipped while it aired. Their popularity within the Degrassi fandom was insane and the writers knew that. So because they knew that, boy did they make us suffer and put us on one hell of a rollercoaster. So. Much. Drama. So much playing with our emotions. After everything they actually were endgame though. Miraculously. That’s not typical for a Degrassi couple. Oh, and Eli Goldsworthy was the original emo boy we all went crazy for lol boy drove a freaking hearse! His Degrassi entrance is legendary haha

So yeah anyways, Byler endgame! The Duffers absolutely know what they’re doing with a shot like that. They chose to make Will in love with Mike. It’s not like Mileven is a good ship either. They could’ve made them good together, but they didn’t. Why do all of that for Byler not to happen? Why make the main gay character suffer so damn much right up until the end? Especially for a show that’s meant for the marginalized and outcasts. Makes absolutely no sense whatsoever. Byler better be endgame istg…

[stewpidcheescatarinabluu]

what if pirate au but karina is the captain and male reader is the runaway noble heir who boards her ship and mistakes it for a ship for trade, but he only realizes it when a crew member finds him hiding? ykyk 🤔

“The Compass Never Worked Anyway”

Synopsis: You ran from a crown and found freedom on her ship — chaos, love, and the kind of pain gold can’t pay for. She was fire on the sea. You were everything she shouldn’t have let stay.

Word Count: 2,388

Karina X Male Reader

a/n: what a unique fic! thanks for the request, Really enjoyed making this one anon ^^

You thought you were clever.

Cloak drawn tight, hood pulled low, you slipped past the dock patrol under the cover of mist. The harbor was alive with noise — shouting merchants, gulls overhead, crates rolling across slick wooden planks. No one noticed you slipping onto the ship at the far end of the port.

She looked modest enough. Fast. Lightly armed. The kind of vessel that traded spices or silks. Perfect for escaping the capital without drawing attention. You had no time to be picky — the king’s men would be scouring the roads by morning, and you had no intention of being dragged back in chains to a life you never wanted.

So you found a corner below deck. Between crates. Behind a barrel of apples. Cloaked in shadows and the quiet thrill of escape.

You fell asleep thinking you’d made it.

Until—

CLANG.

A heavy boot kicked the side of your crate.

You jerked awake.

And standing above you was a woman with wild eyes and a sharper grin. A red scarf tied around her waist, twin daggers at her hips. Her jacket half-unbuttoned from the sea breeze. A tattoo trailing her collarbone. Not a merchant.

Not even close.

“Oi,” she called over her shoulder, voice like honey and gunpowder. “We’ve got ourselves a stowaway.”

Shit.

Another voice chimed in, laughing. “Poor bastard probably thought this was a cargo ship.”

“Oh,” she turned back to you, crouching low enough for her face to fill your vision, “sweetheart, you’re on The Black Lure.”

You blinked.

“The what—?”

“The most wanted pirate ship in this hemisphere,” she finished for you. “Congratulations.”

Your mouth opened. Closed. “I—I’m not a threat. I’m just—”

She raised an eyebrow. “A runaway in noble silks with no crew papers? Mm.” Her eyes dragged over you like a blade. “Cute.”

Then she stood. “Captain’s gonna love this.”

You froze. “The captain—?”

“Yeah,” she smirked. “You’ll meet her soon.”

The door slammed open minutes later, and that’s when you met her — Captain Karina, in full command. Hair tied back. Coat dusted with salt and gold. A sword at her side and a pistol on her belt.

She stepped toward you like the ocean herself answered to her.

“And who,” she said, voice smooth but sharp as flint, “decided to board my ship without permission?”

You stammered, trying to speak—

But she beat you to it. Smirked. Tilted her head.

“…You know I could sell you back to the nobles for a pretty sum.”

You swallowed hard.

“But…” she walked a slow circle around you, “I do have a thing for pretty runaways. And you just made things interesting.”

You should’ve died the second she found you.

Captain Karina had her boot on your chest, her sword pressed to your throat, and a smirk that made your blood run cold.

“A stowaway?” she sneered, tilting her head. “You got a death wish, princeling?”

“I have gold,” you gasped.

That paused her.

“I’ll pay you,” you said, coughing. “Safe passage. No questions.”

She crouched low, blade still kissing your neck. “You nobles always think a bag of coin solves everything.”

“I don’t think,” you whispered. “I hope.”

She stared at you long and hard.

Then, slowly, she lowered the blade.

“Fine,” she said. “Your money gets you a floorboard to sleep on and a mop to keep busy. But try anything royal,” she said with venom, “and I will sell you back to the highest bidder.”

You nodded quickly.

And so began your place aboard The Black Lure — not as a passenger, not quite a prisoner. Just tolerated.

By her.

And only because you paid enough to buy that silence.

It started with a wound.

A shallow scrape across your forearm from an unlucky tangle with a stubborn rope and an unexpected wave. You didn’t make a sound, but she saw the blood as you passed her on deck.

“You’re bleeding,” she called.

“It’s nothing.”

She grabbed your wrist. You flinched — not because of the pain, but because it was her.

“Hold still.”

You watched as Karina wiped the blood with a strip of cloth from her coat, brows furrowed. There was something almost surgical about the way she moved—detached, efficient. But then, her eyes lingered.

“You don’t have sailor’s skin,” she murmured. “Not even close.”

She flipped your wrist slightly, noticing how soft your hands still were, despite the months on her deck.

And then—almost absently—she asked, “How old are you anyway?”

You blinked. “…21…why?.”

Her eyes widened just a fraction.

The silence between you tightened.

“You’re my age,” she said quietly.

You nodded.

Karina let go of your hand. She stepped back, expression unreadable.

She didn’t say anything for the rest of the day.

But you caught her glancing at you more often than usual.

It happened a week later.

The storm had passed. The sea was calm. But you could feel the tension crackling like lightning between you.

Karina slammed open the cabin door, the map to the Hidden Island clutched in her fist.

You stood, already bracing.

“You lied,” she snapped. “You told me you wanted to run. You didn’t say the entire royal fleet would be chasing your name halfway across the sea!”

“I didn’t think they’d follow—”

“They’re nobles, you idiot! They’ll cross oceans to get back what’s theirs!”

You stiffened. “I’m not theirs. Not anymore.”

“Maybe not in your head,” she growled, “but your last name is a price on all our heads now. Do you realize what kind of danger that puts my crew in? The bounties? The ports that’ll close their gates just for harboring you?”

You raised your voice. “You think I wanted this?!”

Karina’s face twisted. “You paid to hide. That’s all this ever was, right? Another coward with gold, thinking he could buy freedom.”

Your heart cracked.

“I stayed,” you shot back. “I learned the ropes. I fought with you. I bled for this ship.”

“You’re still royalty!” she shouted. “Even if you bury it beneath saltwater, it’s in your spine, your bones, your fucking posture—”

“I didn’t choose this life!” your voice broke. “I was born with a script I never wrote!”

Silence.

Then, through gritted teeth: “Why did you run?”

You swallowed hard. Everything inside you ached.

“I ran because I don’t want to be part of a systematic love array,” you whispered. “Because I don’t want to marry someone I’ve never touched, or wave from a balcony and pretend I’m not suffocating.”

Karina’s breath hitched.

“I want to live. I want to live like I decide my life—not survive under someone’s judgment or some storyline built for me before I was old enough to speak.”

Your chest rose and fell.

The map slipped from her fingers.

And Karina stood there, hollowed out by your words.

She didn’t speak for a long time.

The lanterns flickered as the waves rocked gently against the hull. You expected her to say something cold. A warning. A line you couldn’t cross again.

Instead, her voice came quiet.

“You talk like someone who’s never been kissed but already knows heartbreak.”

You looked at her.

“I’m scared,” she said. “Not of you. But of what you’ll bring. I’ve fought too hard for this ship, this crew. I can’t lose it chasing the ghost of a prince.”

You took a step forward.

“I’m not a ghost.”

She met your gaze.

“I’m here. And I’m staying. If you’ll let me.”

A long silence.

Then, she closed the distance — slow, like she didn’t trust it, like she was holding her breath.

“I don’t love easy,” she said. “I don’t trust easy.”

You smiled, just barely.

“Then don’t do it easy,” you said. “Just do it with me.”

Her eyes fell shut.

And when her forehead touched yours, it wasn’t victory. It wasn’t surrender.

It was a beginning.

You didn’t even get to have a breather, She dragged you through the bustle of a port market, your hood barely hiding your nerves as she shoved a cracked compass into your hand and said, “Smile like it’s made of gold.”

You blinked. “Is this broken?”

“Yes. But if you don’t sell it for at least fifty gold, I’m throwing you overboard.”

“What—?!”

“You’re a silver merchant named Elric. Recently divorced. You drink too much and can’t stand your cousin, who’s also your landlord. Go.”

You didn’t know what was more absurd — the story or how easily she slipped into it like second skin. You stumbled through your lines, heart racing, half-certain the merchant would have you arrested.

But he bought it.

Fifty gold, on the dot.

Karina cackled behind a barrel for three straight minutes. You’d never heard her laugh like that. Head thrown back, eyes crinkled, clutching her stomach like joy was foreign and dangerous and uncontrollable all at once.

You smiled for hours after.

Then there were the knife lessons.

“You’re holding it like it’s a spoon,” she groaned, circling behind you.

“I’ve never stabbed anyone before.”

“That’s the problem.”

She pressed close, hands wrapping around your wrist, guiding the blade. Her breath brushed the side of your neck, but her voice was steady, cool. “Elbow in. Wrist loose. No hesitation. Unless you want them to pin you first.”

You swallowed hard. “…That wouldn’t be the worst outcome.”

She stilled — just a second — then grinned over your shoulder. “Careful. You’re flirting with your captain.”

You met her gaze in the mirror.

“Maybe I am.”

That night, she gave you a shell game to play — glossy black shells, hand-painted cards, and an absolute refusal to follow the rules.

You lost every round. Every single one.

“I swear you’re cheating,” you muttered.

“I’m not cheating,” she lied. “I’m just good at lying.”

She handed you a small folded paper, smug.

On it, in sharp script:

IOU 1 kiss. Redeemable anytime. Non-transferable.

You stared. She didn’t look up from her cards.

You slipped the paper into your pocket.

Later, you would run your fingers over its edges every time she passed by too close.

After a raid, after your first real scrape — a bruised shoulder and a pulse that wouldn’t settle — she found you crouched beside a crate, breathing like the whole sea was on your chest.

Karina didn’t speak right away.

She sat next to you, knees bumping.

“You did well,” she said.

You laughed bitterly. “I froze. I let my sword go.”

“You picked it back up.”

“I got in the way.”

She turned to you. Her voice, quiet. “You’re still my favorite.”

You blinked.

“I thought you hated me.”

“I hate how much I don’t.”

And then she stood, just as easily as she arrived, leaving behind something soft and terrifying in the air between you.

The next morning, just after dawn, she found you on deck staring at the horizon.

Wordless, she pressed a compass into your palm.

You looked down at it. The casing was old, the needle twitching toward nothing in particular.

“What’s it for?”

“In case you get lost.”

You squinted at her. “This doesn’t even work.”

Karina smirked. “No. It doesn’t.”

She stepped closer. Her finger tapped your chest — right over your heartbeat.

“It always points back to me.”

You didn’t say anything.

You just held onto it.

Like it mattered.

Because it did.

Because somewhere along the line — between scams and bruised knuckles and late-night laughter behind barrels — she stopped being just your captain.

She became your compass.

3 Weeks Later.

The sky was still black when she found you.

You were already on the dock, your coat fastened, a satchel slung over your shoulder. The tide lapped gently beneath the wooden planks. The Black Lure sat in the distance, anchored and still asleep.

But Karina wasn’t asleep.

She stormed toward you without a word, eyes blazing, wind catching her coat like wings.

“You think I wouldn’t notice?” she hissed. “You thought you could just disappear without telling me?”

You didn’t flinch.

You turned slowly, met her eyes.

And smiled — soft, broken.

“I was hoping I could.”

She stared at you like she was waiting for the punchline. When it didn’t come, her voice dropped, colder now.

“Why?”

You hesitated.

Because there was no short version.

Because everything that came next would hurt.

But you owed her the truth.

“You know why.”

Karina stepped closer, jaw tight. “Say it.”

You looked down.

Then up again, forcing your voice to stay steady.

“Because I love you.”

She blinked. For a moment, the fight vanished from her face.

“Then stay.”

You shook your head.

“Loving someone doesn’t always mean staying, Karina.”

She didn’t move. Didn’t breathe.

You took a step forward, close enough to feel the heat of her.

“It means doing what’s best for them. Even if it hurts.”

“You’re not protecting me,” she snapped. “You’re just scared.”

“I am scared,” you said. “Scared that the next port will have my name in every soldier’s mouth. That the bounty on my head will double, and suddenly you and everyone on that ship will go down for hiding me.”

Her expression cracked.

“I’m not worth your crew’s blood,” you whispered. “Not worth yours.”

“You don’t get to decide what you’re worth to me.”

Your heart shattered at the way her voice broke.

“I already did.”

The silence hung between you. Thick. Devastating.

Then you reached out, gently cupping her face with one hand.

“I want you to find that island, Karina,” you said. “I want you to keep chasing what’s yours. Without looking back.”

A tear slid down her cheek. She didn’t stop it.

“And what about you?” she whispered.

You smiled, even as your throat burned.

“I’ll be the myth you tell your crew on sleepless nights. The noble who fell in love with a pirate and left to keep her free.”

“Don’t do this,” she said, voice shaking.

You leaned in and pressed your forehead to hers — just like the first time.

“I already did,” you whispered.

You kissed her once. Light. Lingering.

Then turned.

And walked into the fog.

Because loving means providing what’s best for them, Even if its leaving.

[sydwritess]

Groupchats With Y/n Pt. 6

F1 grid x fem!reader

Summary: texts in the F1 group chat with Y/n

Notes: requests are open!

01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08

Georgia peach added Isack and Franco

Isack

Hello :)

Franco

Hi all.

Charlie

Guys, why is Y/n talking to Toto and Zak.... alone... in the same room.

Georgia peach

She threatened to a little kid to punch him

Gas station boi

What why?

Charlie

Okay... cause last time we were here she had a 'crush' on them.

Franco

What? Gross

Lando-tastic

Basically, some little kid walked up her and Kimi and the kid called Kimi bad because he crashed into Max. I guess Kimi started tearing up because he already felt bad enough about it.

Georgia peach

She grabbed the kid by the arm as he went to go walk away and threatened to hurt him because he hurt Kimi's feelings. She said it loud enough to cause attention, and basically, the mom told on y/n to Zak and Toto, who were together at the time.

Isack

Wow.

Roscoe's dad

Oh Jesus. Is she getting kicked out?

Lando-tastic

We don't know...

Gas station boi

She should be more careful

Georgia peach

No shit Sherlock.

Y/n is typing...

Lando-tastic

This is taking a while.

Y/n

I FUCKING HATE KIDS. FUCKING HATE THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU DO NOT MAKE MY KIMI ALMOST CRY LIKE THAT AND FUCKING GET AWAY WITH IT. HIS MOTHER FUCKING TOLD ON ME LIKE SOME BITCH LIKE GO FUCK YOURSELF. DONT MAKE MY BOY CRY!!!!!!! EVER!!!!!!!!!!!

Kimi Kardashian

It's okay, seriously Y/n

Georgia peach

Did you get it all out if your system?

Isack

Are you okay?

Franco

Your Kimi? That's honestly so cute

Y/n

No. AND WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU? HIS FUCKING TEAMMATE WASN'T EVEN THERE FOR HIM. I WAS. WHICH HE LIKES ME BETTER ANYWAY BUT WHERE. THE. FUCK. WERE. YOU.???????

Gas station boi

Maybe we should calm down and... grab a bite to eat or something?

Y/n

NO

Lando-tastic

Y/n, it's going to be okay. Did you get kicked out?

Y/n

No.

Charlie

Well that's good right?

Y/n

I'M ABOUT TO KILL THIS MOTHERFUCKER

Roscoe's dad

No. No, you will not.

Y/n

Does anybody have the key to the sound proof room? I need to scream my fucking head off.

Pastry 🥐

I do

Y/n

Give. It. To. Me.

Pastry 🥐

No 😀

Y/n

FUCK YOU MOTHERFUCKER I WILL CUT THE GODDAMN BREAKS ON YOUR FUCKING CAR

Pastry 🥐

Please don't 😀

Roscoe's dad

Y/n why don't we go down into the cool down room and take 5, yeah?

Y/n

Fucking whatever.

Gas station boi

Well that was... something

Georgia peach

I feel kind of bad 😕

Kimi Kardashian

I didn't mean to make her mad or cry. I just didn't expect him to say that.

Charlie

It wasn't your fault. We understand. Do you know how many times we've lost or crashed and went through that?

Gas station boi

A fuck ton of times

Franco

For real loll.

Lando-tastic

For real. Jesus, though. I've been her like mad and a joke, but never this mad. She just walked by me and Oscar with Lewis. She gave me a death stare and muttered cuss words under her breath 😳

Pastry 🥐

Yeah she told me to go fuck myself... that's what she said.

Charlie

Interesting....

Isack

Not laughing out loud

Red Bull #1

He so is.

Bearman #1

Wow. Y/n has never been that mad.

Red bull #1

For real.

Alexandria

I know. I just saw her go into the cool down room. She did not look good...

Kimi Kardashian

God I feel so bad.

Carlos 🌶

Kimi, it's not your fault, mate. It was that kid. And part of y/n protrectiveness, but mostly the kid.

Lando-tastic

Kids are fucking stupid anyway.

Gas station boi

For real, I hate them.

Charlie

Don't you have like two of them? Wtf 😂

Georgia peach

Wow. Poor P and Lily.

Gas station boi

Oops 😬

Y/n

Ksksiejebw

Lando-tastic

What the fuck?

Y/n

Wowifj fbxkslsm

Alexandria

Is this like Morse code?

Franco

What the fuck?

Y/n

I GOT MY PHONE BACK AFTER FIGHTING LEWIS FOR IT AND NOW HES CHASING ME DOWN GHE PADDOCK!!!!! I'M FREE!!!!!

Gas station boi

Oh boy.

Carlos 🌶

So that's what the letters were.

Y/n

AHAHAHAHAHAH 😈😈😈😈🧙‍♀️🧙‍♀️🧙‍♀️🧙‍♀️

Charlie

Brother 🤦‍♂️

Roscoe's dad

Are you seriously making me text you y/n? Were at opposite ends of the hallway.

Y/n

FUCK YOU

Roscoe's dad

I will hunt you down and put you in that room again. No phone this time. No TV. Just silence.

Y/n

No! ✋️🖕🏻

Georgia peach

Uh oh. Just heard thumping outside of the garages.

Y/n

HELP! 911! 911! HES CHASING ME!! STRANGER DANGER!

Carlos 🌶

HAHAHAHAHA

Gas station boi

Well, be proud Kimi. You finally caused some drama 😀

Kimi Kardashian

Not proud at all.

Lando-tastic

Guys, I think Y/n has turned into Mr. Otterton from Zootopia when he went rabid.

Gas station boi

Zoo- what?

Georgia peach

You un-cultured twine.

Pastry 🥐

Uhm- I just saw y/n run into a wall, but still kept running from lewis... is this the norm now?

Lando-tastic

Yes.

Y/n

OW MY FUCKING HEAD! STUPID FUCKING DOOR!

Lando-tastic

Perfect timing lmao

Gas station boi

Sadly true.

Georgia peach

Very much so.

Red bull #1

Yes mate.

Franco

Jesus

Alexandria

Sí

Pastry 🥐

Not Lando trying to jump on Lewis to let y/n escape

[1 video sent]

Georgia peach

What a dumbass 🤣🙄

Charlie

Oh my God 🤣🤣

Isack

Haha wtf 🤣

Y/n

THIS IS FOR NOT INVITING ME TO DINNER YOU FUCKER!

Roscoe's dad

So texting is the only way to do this... I have Lando trying to sit on me and y/n running away from me.... wtf.

Georgia peach

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Isack

Haha

Kimi Kardashian

Omg 😅

Roscoe's dad

Don't make me get Wolff.

Y/n

Hmmmm...... fine ass man, or continue texting???? Weighing my options here.

Lando-tastic

You're a menace.

Y/n

And your a 'wanker' which yes, I did find out its a real thing, and yes, lando does it.

Roscoe's dad

You know, at forty I never thought I would chase someone around like a kid.

Y/n

And your complaining because...? You legit have the abs of fucking steel hoe.

Roscoe's dad

Jesus.

Kimi Kardashian

Okay...

Isack

Wtf did I get myself into?

Red Bull #1

This... it's Yuki btw.

Franco

Thought so

Y/n

WAIT WE NEED FUN NAMES!

Georgia peach

Oh boy

Y/n change Isack to I-sack

Y/n change Franco to Francisco

I-sack

Oh Jesus 🤣

Y/n

STOMP ON A LIL PUSSY HOE WITH SOME SHELL TOES

Lando-tastic

YEAH Y/N!

Y/n

SLAPPIN RAP BITCHES AND MAKING BAIL HOE!

Lando-tastic

YEAH Y/N!

Roscoe's dad

Jesus Christ

Georgia peach

Enough with the lyrics please!!

Y/n

I AIN'T NO FUCKIN CINDERELLA!

Lando-tastic

STUPID BITCHES!

Francisco

Get it Y/n!!!

Roscoe's dad

Are we done here?

Y/n

No.

Y/n

THIS IS A KID FREE FUCKING ZONE MOTHER FUCKERS!!!!!! FUCK A HOE!

Lando-tastic

YEAH Y/N!

I-sack

Are Y/n and Lando just like power bff's or something?

Gas station boi

Don't mind them. They always do this.

Francisco

Gas station boi, funniest thing I heard!! 🤣🤣🤣

Y/n

You got it bitch!! You need a name? I got the game!

I-sack

HAHAHAHA 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Lando-tastic

HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Georgia peach

WTF! 🤣🤣

Y/n

OOP- WAIT!!!!!

Georgia peach

What?

Francisco

????

Kimi Kardashian

Yeah?

Y/n

I see Mr. Wolff over there... let me go hunt him down.....

Georgia peach

NO!!!

Roscoe's dad

No. You will not.

I-sack

What the actual fuck-

Gas station boi

You'll get used to it mate. She's always like this.

Francisco

A girl likes what she likes. No shame in her game.

Charlie

Let's not encourage her to go to men 40+ years older then her. Let alone MARRIED.

Y/n

They don't give a fuck unless you give 'em something good in return. 💋

Roscoe's dad

NO!! THERE ARE CHILDREN HERE!!!!!!

Francisco

GET HIM GIRL!!!!! 🤣

Lando-tastic

THAT'S WHAT I'M SAYING. CHASE YOUR DREAMS BOO!!!!! 💋

Y/n

Fine ass motherfuckers all around this joint!!!

Gas station boi

Oh my. You need help girl!

Y/n

Yeah. I agree. He'd be helping me out. IYKYK

Francisco

YES QUEEN GET YOUR MAN

Lando-tastic

GET YOUR MAN

Kimi Kardashian

And again. Every time I see my boss I'm going to think of this.

©sydwritess

Hey loves! Pt. 6 of the GC's, hope y'all like! Comment to be added to the tag list. Requests are open!

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@makanirock05 @averylambros

@leviathan0000

[natscqtorccio]

So rockstar!nat and reader who can sing but isn’t in the band but just has a lovely voice. So Nat convinces her to sing at one of the shows. Maybe they play some super cheesy love song and make it like a duet. Even though it’s a rock band 😭

Or Nat who makes the band play love songs that she writes and dedicates to you. The fans go fucking nuts over it

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this is so wholesome and cute 😭😭😭 thanks for the request! hope you like it :)

the first time nat hears you singing is like a few months into the relationship - you've stayed the night at her apartment and that next morning, she's woken up to hearing you singing while you're in the shower.

(side note but i’ve been thinking of reader as korean… mostly because i am but anyways-) you singing in your native language in the shower… nat sits on the floor by the door to the bathroom; she has no clue what you’re singing but she thinks it’s beautiful…

when you come out of the bathroom, towel around your shoulders, hair still wet, you get surprised by nat just sitting there looking at you like “you didn’t tell me you could sing” - you blush, saying that you’re not that good but nat is entirely unconvinced by that with what she just heard 😭

you do find yourself singing more around her after that point, when you’re just hanging out with her in the apartment, and nat loves to hear it…

i think you might be too stage shy to sing on stage in front of a crowd but i think maybe you would be okay with like singing something in a video (off screen..)

nat comes up with a new song (a duet) about you (this is like the sappiest thing nat has done yet in your relationship) and asks if you’d want to sing it with her… you can’t help but say yes after you hear the song and the lyrics…

so nat films a simple little video of just her sat with her guitar in the apartment, you just off camera, singing together and posts it on her personal youtube and the video kind of blows up amongst her fans/the band’s fans…

everyone’s wondering who the other person singing is, because nat didn’t put your name or anything in the captions/descriptions (at your request) and the speculation is rampant (especially people saying nat must have a girlfriend or something, because nat’s looking at you the entire time during the song with stars in her eyes, and the fact that you’re singing a love song… yeah… the fans are Suspicious lmao)

[rekino2114]

Death devil x male reader scenarios

A/n:this is a collection of some small scenarios I had in mind for death that weren't long enough for a full fic some I had in mind ever since she was still fami. Genuinely the more I write for death the more I love her

Disclaimer for this one: I don't know Japanese, and I am probably very wrong, so blame Google translate. Also, don't question the logic of this cause they're supposed to be speaking Japanese so it really doesn't make sense

"We need to find you a human name"

Your girlfriend put down the food she was eating and looked at you with those piercing pink eyes of hers

"Why?"

"I can't just go around saying that my girlfriend is called death"

"I've heard humans with weirded names"

"I.....can't deny that, but don't you think people are gonna get suspicious if they know your name?"

"And why should that matter? If someone starts bothering me I can just scare them until they give up and if they're really persistent I'll just deal with them"

"But you don't have any paperwork and you need to find a human name for those"

"And what would I need paperwork for? Boring human procedures don't interest me"

"To get married for example, you can take my last name but for that you need a human first name and that can't be death"

Death looked lost in thought for a while before resuming to speak in her usual emotionless tone

"......so I can't get married to you unless I get a human name?"

"I guess-"

"Alright then, I'll come up with one'

".....o-oh ok, I didn't think it would be this easy"

"Please I'd do much more to continue being with you"

"Alright, so you got any ideas? oh, and the name can't be fami. I'll admit calling yourself fami when you actually weren't famine was a genuis move, but you need to find another one"

"I wasn't going to use that anyway"

"Then what is it going to be?"

"I.........do not know"

"Really?"

"Sorry, I am not fully familiar with human names, also it's weird to think about changing your name......well I suppose I already did that once but still"

"Oh yeah I get it let me think"

She nodded and resumed eating while you sat opposite to her with your hand on your chin thinking hard about the name for some minutes, until you had an idea

"How about shin?"

"Hm?"

"Doesn't shi mean death? And shin is an actual name right? So it still works do you like it?"

She looked at you even more enigmatically before nodding softly

"Shin......I like it"

"Oh really?"

"Yes its nice"

"OK alright then shin it is"

"Alright........but still call me death in private"

"O-oh of course"

You deadpanned at the sight of your girlfriend dumping in the entire box of cereal she had in the much smaller bowl causing a mountain of small chocolate flavored circles to stand inside and on top of the bowl but it was way too early to deal with her weird tendencies plus you had gotten used to them

"Worthless"

That caught your attention as you took another sip of your hot drink and looked up at death yeeting the box at the wall and starting to eat the cereals spoonful after generous spoonful

"I suppose the cereals are good at least"

"What's wrong?"

"Hm?"

"You looked disappointed when you opened the box"

"Oh yes, I was looking for the toy"

"...........what?"

Death picked up another box of the same brand of cereals and turned it around to reveal the back showing an announcement in bold brightly colored letters that advertised an action figure of a cartoony mascot hidden in some boxes of the cereal

"However when I opened the box the cute toy was nowhere to be found. I will have whoever is responsible for this decapitated"

You were like......65% sure she was joking, but it's always hard to tell with death's lack of expression or any emotion, so you didn't want to take the risk

"C-calm down, it says it's only in some boxes looks like you just got unlucky"

"Oh......I suppose it's true, but it's still disappointing"

"Why are you interested in that toy anyway? I didn't take you as the type to like stuff like that anyway"

"It's cute plus I like his attitude"

".....what do you mean his attitude?"

"His determination to do anything to get the cereal is inspiring, even if all of his plans always end in failure he never lets go of his objective and relentlessly pursues it. It's inspiring really, a representation of humanity's relentless spirit and determination that I admire"

".........death did you......watch the ads for this cereal?"

"Yes, once they came on the tv and I got interested so I watched all of them"

".............you got actually invested.....in cereal ads?"

"Yes, it's one of the better human shows I watched"

You blinked twice genuinely wondering if the woman in front of you actually was the strongest devil in the entire world who was literally this close to ending the entirety of humankind before she met you, but just sighed again and decided to start your own breakfast

You dropped some of the same cereal in your bowl now, understanding why death had been so insistent on buying that specific brand the last time you went grocery shopping but stood shocked when you saw a small plastic toy coming out of the box and resting on the cereals in the bowl

"..............."

You looked up and saw exactly what you expected death staring right at the action figures, once again you sighed and handed her the toy

"Here take it"

"..........really?"

"Yeah of course, it's not like I like it that much anyway"

She quickly grabbed it and started playing with it, twisting its arms and moving it around the table, it was actually kind of adorable to watch. After a few more seconds of playing, she put the toy in front of her chest and hugged it protectively

"Thank you so much, I will treasure your gift with my life, just like you"

".........i-it's nothing"

The next two ideas were given to me by: @michaelaftonhasjoinedthechat thanks

"I'VE GOT IT!"

You put the plate aggressively above the table making sure bot to break it, death moved her pink glowing gaze between your exhausted form while you were trying to catch your breath and the food in front of her

"More food for me? Thank you, you're really been spoiling me with meals lately, is there something special going on?"

You continued breathing heavily, taking a drink of your energy drink before speaking almost yelling in between breaths

"I've spent *breath* these past two weeks *breath* making the perfect dish for you"

"...?"

You took a deep breath and calmed down, wiping sweat from your forehead and now being able to talk in full sentences

"You know how I've been taking cooking classes?"

Death nodded

"And how I've been feeding you food for these past days and asking what you thought of it?"

Another nod

"Well now I have done it! I have made the perfect dish according to your tastes, I took everything you told me you liked and made you the most perfect food possible"

"......I see, can I try it?"

"Obviously, if you couldn't then why would I have done it in the first place?"

Death was taken aback by your unusually aggressive tone

"Oh....You're right I apologize"

You sighed and took another sip of your energy drink

"No it's fine I'm sorry....I'm just.....it took me way too long to make this and now I'm sleep deprived, I'm not complaining mind you, I'm doing this because I love you it was just.... tiring, I hope you like it at least"

"I don't have a shadow of a doubt I will as they say"

Death grabbed the utensil and took a bite out of the dish you made and.....she gasped and her eyes widened it was genuinely the most surprise you had seen out of her in a long while

"So.....what do you think"

After she finished swallowed death started drooling, looking at the food. She ignored your question ans started scarfing down all of the food on her plate without thinking about etiquette or getting her clothes stained or anything else really

Once she finished eating in record time she placed the silverware down before grabbing a napkin you placed next to her, expecting this exact result

".......I.....assume you liked it?"

She finished wiping her mouth and looked at you with her usual emotional stare

"It was the best thing I have ever tasted in my immortal existence"

You sighed in relief, took another energizing sip, and bowed, death, slightly misunderstanding the gesture, started clapping......stopping when she heard a thud and saw you collapsing out of pure exhaustion

".......oh"

Death got up and started carrying you bridal style to bed, you stirred and woke up seeing her staring at you

"....death?"

"Please don't overwork yourself"

"...o-oh yeah sorry"

"It's alright, I just don't want you to be exhausted like this, if cooking that delicious meal causes you to end up like this everytime then I'm more than willing to never eat it again"

"N-no, it's not that. It's my fault. Really, I just worked too hard trying to make it perfect"

"Well it was perfect so at least you reached your results......however"

She lowered her head to kiss your forehead

"I truly dislike seeing you in this state, so remember to take breaks alright? Not even the greatest food in the world is worth seeing my boyfriend like this"

"......thank you"

"By the way how old are you?"

"Hm?"

"Since you're the death devil and all I was curious, I mean i always assumed you were pretty old every since you told me you were a devil but isn't death supposed to be like the oldest fear every living being has in common?"

The devil stopped eating and looked up for a second before her gaze came back to you

"May I tell you a story? It's about how and when I was born"

"Sure"

You sat on the pillow in front of the table and locked eyes with her as she cleared her throat ready to start speaking

"An immeasurable amount of time ago the first being that considered itself alive realized something.....one day it would no longer be, it would cease to exist like the leaves in trees that didn't exist yet, be forgotten by being whose idea wasn't even born yet only existing as an idea a concept of the first life in the world and nothing else......once it had that realization it started living differently, it took the smallest precautions, started taking less risks, whatever those may have been been, all because of one simple idea, a law of nature that every single living thing, human, plant, devil, animal follows with incredibly few exceptions......everyone wants to live as long as possible and die at the latest possible opportunity, some even do not want to die at all despite how impossible that is.....and the first living being followed that rule as well.......even the progenitor of everything around us....was scared of death and once it realized its own mortality....."

Death finally breathed, having not taken a breath during the entirety of her speech. She raised her eyes now, looking at you again with a gaze that made you freeze for no real reason

".....that's when I was born"

You know death didn't mean it but her sheer presence made it hard to breathe you only relaxed slightly once she finished the story because she had resumed eating

".................."

"I don't exactly remember when that was but if I had to take a guess I'd say i'm......around 810 billion years old"

"................really?"

"Approximately so"

".......i guess I'm into older women then"

Warning:this one is pretty suggestive and is probably the result of the many dirty thoughts I had about her. And also my writing sucks even more than usual cause again I don't know how to write smut oneshots

It all started when death came over to you and started kissing your face for no apparent reason, sure it was weird that she did it so out of nowhere but death was such a good kisser that you certainly didn't complain to receive more

Then the kissing moved to your lips, and you two engaged in a heated make-out session for a while. You saw death's face go red, which was unusual considering how muted her skin tone usually was, she was the pale rider after all. But what caused you to become even more surprised is that she quickly started straddling your hips and breathing in your ears

"......y/n.....what I'm feeling right now.....it's the first time I've ever felt anything like it, it's something more than normal love"

You blushed even more. Her closeness made it so you could feel all of her curves pressing against you and her hot whispers made you feel just as turned on as she was

"...d-death"

"Please y/n I want to make you happy in any possible way, please let me make you feel good"

She planted a bite on your neck, however it didn't hurt at all it felt more like another one of her amazing kisses, she continued leaving hickeys across your neck until she reached your lips pulling you into another passionate kiss.

When she pulled back, she looked at you again and then, without warning, started to remove her shirt. You blushed even more at that and looked away for a second but death grabbed you by the chin and turned your head to stare at her face

"Y/n....don't be shy, look at me, at my body, do I......look beautiful?"

Your blush deepened, but you did as said and started scanning her torso. She really did look stunning

"You look more than bea-......WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?"

Death blinked looked at herself and then you before having a realization

"Oh have you never seen a woman naked before y/n? It's alright there's nothing to be embarrassed-"

"NO I MEAN WHY IS THERE A GIANT GASH ACROSS YOUR BODY!?"

She looked down again and emitted a sound of understanding while you continued staring at the giant cut that was present from below her chest all the way to above her crotch

"Did I never tell you about this?"

".....n-no you didn't what the hell even is that?"

"Some time ago, before I met you, I tried to remove all of my organs from my body to see if I could die......as you can see i was unsuccessful"

"................"

"Do not worry though, I have put all of my organs back in their original place.....I'm fairly certain of that at least, I'm not completely familiar with human anatomy and the internet can be unreliable at times so I can't guarantee everything is where it should be.....not that it matters anyway"

".......s-so you're just ok with living with that forever?"

"Why not? It doesn't hurt.......or does that make me less attractive in your eyes?"

For some reason she sounded more worried about the possibility of looking less attractive to you than the gash actually hurting or being an inconvenience

".......no it's fine, to be honest I should have expected something like this when I started dating a devil, you still look beautiful with it it's just......gonna take a while to get used to"

"I understand, I'm sorry for not telling you earlier"

"It's alright just......whenever we go to the beach or the pool....please wear a one piece swimsuit"

"Alright........could we resume what we were doing earlier?"

"........yes"

And with that she kissed you again and placed her on top of you making you fall on the couch and starting to take off your shirt while you were still making out

You don't know exactly why you agreed to go with her, maybe cause you were hungry too or just wanted to stay with her but probably it was because you really did love her so much but no matter the reason you are not sure if it was worth standing in a McDonald's parking lot at 3:54 AM with little to no sleep

Death had woken you up and demanded a midnight snack, the problem was that you had planned to go grocery shopping the next day so your fridge was rigorously empty of any edible things so the solution was obvious, drive to the closest fast food and grab some pick up

You rested your head on the wheel as you turned around and saw death getting into the car with two bags of food in her hands, she gave you one and placed the other on her lap

"Thank you again, I really needed this"

"Yeah alright whatever"

"I promise I'll make it up to you"

You sighed and grabbed one of the burgers from the bag as death did the same

"It's really fine, I don't mind.....just next time let's do this during the day"

Death nodded and took a bite out of her burger. You were about to do the same until you noticed something in your burger, causing you to sigh

"......dammit"

"Hm? Whats wrong?"

"No it's nothing, I just don't like pickles but they're still in the burger"

"........what?"

You turned to see death looking at the burger with what you assumed was indignation

"I specifically asked that yours should have had no pickles.......and they still didn't listen"

"....i-it's fine really, I wasn't hungry anyway"

"....I'll fix the issue"

"Wha-"

Before you could finish your sentence, death wasn't in the passenger seat anymore, you don't know if she teleported or was so fast that you genuinely didn't see her but you quickly ran out too and entered the restaurant to see her arguing with the overworked underpaid teenage girl at the register

"I don't see anything wrong with the burger"

"There are pickles"

"And?"

"My boyfriend doesn't like them"

"So what am I supposed to do about his baby palate"

Death narrowed her eyes at his comment but tried her best to maintain her composure

"I need a new burger"

"I am not making another burger at 4:00 am cause you ordered wrong, you're lucky I even made you the first one, you know I shouldn't even be here, my stupid boss-"

"I could not care less, I need a new burger and you are going to make it"

"And the hell would I do that?"

"Because I ordered one without pickles and you still added them, You made a mistake so now fix it, isn't that common human decency?"

"Fuck off weirdo, I'm not making your stupid boyfriend another burger just because he can't handle a little bit of pickles"

In that moment you knew the poor girl was fucked, as soon as she finished her sentence death grabbed her by her uniform making her look up at her while she was glaring at the girl with her piercing eyes

"Apologize to y/n"

"W-wha-"

"I don't care if you called me weird or whatever, what I care about is you insulting my boyfriend because of his tastes, apologize and make him a new burger, do you understand?"

"...........i-i-"

"Do you understand?"

"I-i'm sorry"

Death let go of the girl's uniform as she started running to the back to make the food while you approve your girlfriend sweat dripping down your face

"And give us free fries"

"Y-yes ma'am"

"........did you seriously just scare to death a teenage girl cause she put pickles on my burger?"

"No......I did that because she disrespected you"

"...I.....I see"

"Don't worry I'll give her a tip later for the good service"

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

i haven't been able to get this idea out of my head for like two weeks so

imaining SFSGSW Dave with a sweet/soft gf who's sensitive (not like childish bc that's just age play) but like they've had sex a few times before but shes never ridden him (idk if thats the right tense) but like Dave is sitting up on the couch and shes in his lap maybe they're just kissing making out and its all innocent until she feels him get hard, so maybe it makes her feel more horny anyways eventually she starts riding him and since he's in her all at once all deep and shit shes like moaning rly loud and Dave is praising/degrading her calling her pretty girl... or pretty slut (they alternate) but he's just praising her and uh yeah

i have such a bad praise kink and a degradation kink help

Warnings: Smut, riding, praise and degradation, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

You'd flown out to see Dave during the tour, he'd managed to get a bus to himself and some stage gear, but it was worth it to be alone with you after all this time.

You hadn't been together all too long, almost a year but he was also touring a lot during that. Still, he'd flown you to some beautiful places and often called you to see how you were, make sure you were loved and cared for even while he was gone.

Dave was the experienced one, having had a lot more adventure in his life than you in more ways than you could count, but you loved listening to his stories late at night with your head on his chest while he played with your hair and just talked and talked, his voice getting raspier the later it got but he wouldn't stop until he was sure you were out.

You were rather innocent, you'd had partners before Dave, you'd had sex before, none better than Dave but you weren't a virgin when you met. Dave new some things were still going to be new to you so he never rushed you, never pushed you to do anything you weren't comfortable with, always checking in on you to make sure you were doing ok.

You knew your period was coming, you were hoping it would stay away since you were coming to see Dave, but you were getting desperate and your fingers just weren't cutting it.

Dave had you on his lap, his hands on your hips and holding you just a little tighter, kissing you just a little rougher. Your arms were around his neck, hands lost in his thick hair.

You shifted in his lap and a soft groan left him, making your ears perk. You shifted again, this time his hold on you tightened to keep you in place, more importantly you felt something firm beneath you. Dave chased your lips as you pulled away. "Davie?" You started. "Do you like this?" You asked with a smirk, rolling your hips again.

Without your lips to muffle the sound he moaned, nodding vigorously. "Yes-! Yes, I like it a lot." He said, swallowing thickly. "Can you do something?" He asked, not knowing how much you could feel your heartbeat in your pussy.

"I can definitely help with that." You assured, hopping off his lap to take your pants and panties off before straddling his lap again. Dave's cheeks brightened, his hands going to your hips again and holding you firmly in place.

"What are you doing?" He asked, watching as you reached for his jeans, undoing them with practiced ease.

You tugged his jeans and boxers down just enough for his hard, leaking cock to spring free. "Trying something new." You mumbled, sitting on his cock, not putting it in yet just sitting on it, letting your wetness gather on his length.

Dave smiled softly up at you. "Trying something new?" He repeated. "What a big girl you are, thinking you're in control because you're sitting on my lap." He mused, rolling his hips, tip catching your cunt. "I'm not gonna help you with this one, you know that, right?"

You had to think about that for a moment, you always took his worry over you as cute and caring, sure he could be mean and he was definitely dominant, but he was also praising you the whole time, genuinely giving you the love you deserved. "I can do it." You assured, taking the tip in first.

Dave smiled widely at your confidence, moving his arms behind his head and watching as you took more of him in. "Aw, looking at you stretching around me... pussy's so tight." You were pulsing around him, needing to pause to adjust. Your breathing was heavy, blush bleeding down to your chest. "Too much? Come on, you've taken me before, too much of a whore to stop now." You thought that comment would hurt more, the moan you let out said otherwise.

You sunk down further, taking more of his cock until he was completely buried in you. "See? I-I can do it." You said, swallowing thickly.

"I see that." Dave purred, a sense of pride in his words, he'd trained you so well. "Now keep going, bounce on me." You nodded, taking his slight encouragement and starting to move.

It didn't take long for your legs to start hurting, but the pleasure you were deriving from it was helping. "Hah! Oh, fuck, Davie!" You moaned, going a little faster now. Dave was still just sitting there, leaning back into the couch and watching you do all the work.

He was pulsing deep inside you, Dave was watching the bulge in your stomach while you kept bouncing on his cock. He saw your thighs tensing, legs starting to shake from the sting of it. He rolled his hips up and you squeaked, legs momentarily giving up and forcing all of him in you, so deep, deeper than you normally took him. "Can't do shit by yourself, can you? Need me to put in the work and fuck you myself, is that what you need? Can't even handle riding me." You bucked your hips at his words, desperate to prove him wrong when he was right.

"Please, Davie..." You begged, looking at him with your biggest, saddest pleading eyes. He smiled back at you.

"How can I say no to that?" He asked, hands finding your hips again and guiding you, easing the pain by lifted you himself, letting you see his muscles flex.

Your moans got louder, head rolling back in pleasure. "Fuck! Davie, oh god!" You moaned, trying to move faster but he held you at a steady pace. "Please! Being such a good girl."

Dave scoffed. "Being a good girl? With that dirty mouth of yours?" He asked. "Fuck this, fuck that... Do you even deserve to cum at this point?" He asked, but the steady rhythm was good and he knew just the way to angle his cock, you were so close.

"I-I do! I'll be good, I promise!" You pleaded, squeezing him tighter. An idea came to Dave, his smirk widening to a grin as he lifted you higher on his cock, leaving just the tip.

"You'll be such a good girl, I just know it." He purred, slamming you down on his cock.