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m1ckeyb3rry · 1 month ago

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I was actually kinda pissed with the whole yorozu thing because generally the concept wouldn’t have been god awful maybe but the whole set up and hint dropping about tsumikis lore in s1 really set my expectations too high SIGH anyways a Karasu otoya kiyora light novel would go so hard I lowk wonder if they’d throw someone like kurona zantetsu or tokimitsu in first (preferably not this last option oops) but we shall see!!!! Wait ok the last LN came out in uhhhh July….? The one before came out in October the year before so I feel like we should be getting announcements sometime soon if they’re gonna release one around the same timeframe (aka early next year ish) manifesting so hard

LMAOOOOO chigiri just wanted to do a wellness check and got dragged into a crash out moment fr atp he’s probably like “yeah this is the second time im not stepping into the bathroom when reos in there anymore” THE FLEXING POSE IS THE EXACT SCENE I WAS THINKING OF LMAO but FR yeah because fanon chigiri is always thrown into like the hyperfem discussion and honestly even some of the official art plays into it for marketing the chigiri Bachira friendship is also so underrated ugh stuck in the perpetual dilemma of wanting to enjoy fan art and works and talk to others about a specific piece of media only for it to be over saturated with erm…interesting….fanon takes…….

I’m laughing so hard THE NAMES I’m ngl I don’t personally enjoy the name Tyler but I see the vision which makes me upset that Karasu would be a Tyler but anyways….this is funny though imagine another miraverse spin off and this time it’s America au LMAO Also wait third wingman lavinho that truly would be the most unique rizzing team….but FR the miraverse wingman series is too good first oaeu then rseu and now mbeu

OMG perfect opportunity…wait ok to reconcile the thing about nagi not picking a fight or whatnot imagine it’s actually reo beefing with reader and he drags nagi in by association…or alternatively there’s no beef and reo with his fat ass wallet passes by like the witches booth and is like sure let’s try some magic nagi why the hell not and reader happens to be in the area or something (maybe reos unaffected because the witch was like lmao your friend is interesting I’m gonna fuck with him and scam you and just take your money) but yeah I’ll stop here in an effort to leave it on the vague side ok but WHAT??? Bro the comment….idk what to say to that either but maybe it’s just me but it kinda gives me wp commenter vibes like it’s not constructive feedback and you’ve already published it just leave it at peak fic (BECAUSE IT DOESNT NEED ANY CHANGES ITS PERFECT RAHHHH) but yeah wait also not to say you should take it to heart or anything (although I don’t think you would) but yeah interesting choice of comment I guess….im not a writer obviously but if someone were giving my feedback I probably wouldn’t specifically appreciate it if it weren’t particular constructive (and if it was in fact a sort of critique) but I’ll leave it at that

LMAOO Tullia being so versatile she can have interesting dynamics with so many different people so real PAUSE AIKU W I T H READER LMAOOO the wingman has become the rizzer (uhhh wait actually what’s the counterpart to wingman wingmanee or)

LOL real that’s honestly me but id probably end up deleting them at sometime if it started filling up my inbox too much I feel like we’ve talked about this before but the demand for a seabird sequel is insane LMAO but also so valid I think it goes back to the thing we talked about about how if your characters have to kiss to show they’re in love youre not doing it right LMAO like the openness adds to the lasting impact also maybe it’s just me but I actually usually prefer it more that way with minimal over the top pda and whatnot like it just feels so much more meaningful when they aren’t just eating each others faces I also kinda cringe sometimes when I read stuff like that because I’m not actually a big romance person to begin with oops

It’s not even funny you’ll never guess I was trying to sign up for something the other day too and right as I went to do it the server went down and I fr sat there like what am I even supposed to do someone free me from this

IM CRYING before I finished reading to the end I was like DAMN was hq that bad?? LMFOAOOO but that’s one unique experience

I- WHO AND WHO NOW??? Ok well I won’t hate on anyone’s ship but that’s certainly very very niche LAMOAOA actually it reminds of Karasu x ness which is an actual

Rare pair but I fr have no idea where it came from

LMFLAOAO FR Isagi just worships nagi if it were for the chemical reaction plot he def would’ve gone with nagi LOL

LMAO IKR tbh I don’t think I’ve actually heard of anyone being an anime only but oh well for them anyways

LAHAHSJSH that’s actually so funny this is also so Karasu coded virtual people watching

WAHOO!!! Ok wait I was just gonna ask for colors ok good to know they are described but also if you don’t put Karasu as an npc in there id like to humbly beg for a Karasu Pegasus design post-fic publishing…. LMAOOO LUNAR ECLIPSE wait stop im getting Deja vu we’ve definitely talked about some sort of genius naming involving Luna before but anyways ok perhaps it’s time for another round of “let’s estimate the projected wc” LMAOAO ok so 2k Pegasus birth hmm if that’s the intro and we still have sections where im assuming we see it growing up briefly plus we have riding and some other developments that’s probably like at least 5 births worth of scenes right so im gonna say at least 10k but wait I did skim past that while scrolling and lowk the switch from opp to opp is so funny to me Ike I guess people have a type (no shame obv its just funny) but OOOOOH ok minus the opps that’s persons fr just me having a revelation with your fantasy aus

Sighing so hard all the air leaves my lungs FORTUNATELY I only got that comment once and from a friend who’s equally into this type of content (who also uses discord) and I’ve never received any comments like that from people who don’t know and id never give them the opportunity to catch me lacking and like reading through the manga in public or anything so id say my hiding techniques are working pretty well but LMFAOOOOOOO IMAGINE EMAIL EXCHANGES subject line: YOOO KARASU LOOKS SO HOT AND MAJESTIC im crying that’s too funny but we will find a way should anything happen!!!

TRUE WAIT I ALMOST FORGOT THAT HAPPENED wait you’re kinda right I just filtered it through because it’s just like HELL YEAH KARASU MALE LEAD idc who comes second lead because Karasu my number 1!!! Kunigami is an interesting choice too considering they’ve never interacted (actually wait at some point I think I passed by some like throuple fic with those two but I didn’t read it because I was like uhhh Kunigami then but I distinctly remember being like wtf is this unique combo)

Lowk that was a thought on the top of my tongue ROUGH AND TUMBLE YUKI or RT yuki supremacy just generally but with Tullia would be such an interesting dynamic wait this is such an interesting take id never considered Aiku/the u20 team taking on bllk players like that omg Aiku watching over baby chick nagi which is INSANE because of that one baby chick nagi panel plus Aiku likes chicks (Both animal and girls) and his whole nurture a striker thing oooooh you’re cooking TRUE without nagi bllk would fr be cooked anyways soo honestly pretty sure kaneshiro fav character is nagi too so he’s also a nagi glazer LMAO you need to get one of those pinboards atp and just stick a bunch of sticky notes on and connect the miraverse ideas with string like that one meme pic

No that’s literally me I used to be more into him and I thought his reactions were funny but after people started fanonizing him and taking everything he did too seriously like I beg the additional times are also playing into that marketing but before I was still able to pass it off as just classic comedy which I feel is pretty common in anime and manga content etc but Yeahhhh the fandom and fanon version…I’m actually also so put off by some fans who take it to the extreme and background check every person they interact with to make sure they’re not a reo disliker or even neutral before interacting and I’m like ok bro.

First selection reo was actually peak everything after that is so dependent on nagi like give the man some independent development please he needs it

LMAO CONDITIONAL real though I never actively choose to read a sae fic unless you wrote it honestly but so real I actually think I cut back on my reading a lot too and mainly just read stuff that I see posted by people I actively follow because the stuff floating around in the nagi tags is off and everything else is like. Empty. LMAOAOA but yeah I definitely got put on the miraverse calibration because I don’t find it all that enjoyable to try and read some of the other like quick drabbles or whatnot anymore no hate to the writers though ofc I just went through some evolution I guess

This is like that one fire Kaiser edit where I’m like why couldn’t you have edited Karasu instead UGH it’s always the opps getting the super cool edits

REAL wait speaking of otoya yuki interactions there was another one from pwc awhile ago I forgot to mention but otoya puts on yukis bodysuit by accident and yukis like oh I think that’s mine and otoyas like ohh no wonder it seemed a bit long, you’re quite tall yuki no wonder you’re a model and yukis like haha you’re not short either and you could be a model too (I need to double check the details bc I’m pulling this from memory right now but it was definitely something like this) I’m crying yuki always has beef it’s insane maybe it’s because of his inner gossip girl LMAOO

I totally forgot Shidou has some..violent ideation towards Santa…LMAO but nagi in a Santa costume as a concept is actually so cute

LMAOAOAOA ok you know it’s bad that whenever you mention Nanami I already automatically associate with the fanon Shidou friend (I guess it’s partially because we don’t talk about him in any other context but anyways)

AHAHAH I was literally about to say is this you entering your editor era again /j

Shidou would 10000% use that slogan LAMOAOA I can imagine him making

Like horrible macaroni art with that written in the middle or something and he hangs it on the PxG dorm doorway

LAMAOAOAO you should link this tiktok when you post otoyas oaeu and be like “see here for vibes”

LMAAO FR THOSE ARE SO FUNNY it’s also hilarious how there’s SO. MANY for bllk

FRRR UGH KARASUUUUUUJ WAIT does that mean Shidous freaky moment is coming up omg I’m still curious about how much they’re gonna censor it LMAOAOA

- Karasu anon

HI KARASU ANON MY BELOVED I HAVE BEEN SUFFERING FROM HORRIBLE MIGRAINES AND GRASS TOUCHING HENCE THE LATE RESPONSE BUT I AM HERE NOW!! and i am off for the week so i will be able to respond at insane chronically online speeds i hope

yeah i think everything with yorozu and tsumiki COULD’VE been done well but then it just…wasn’t…and that really annoyed me but also like we’ve talked about gege is no better than his shounen mangaka counterparts at writing women so like are we really surprised?? and SDKLJFH idk if you saw but my manifestations and predictions are so strong that they even worked on jjk (in phanpara specifically) LMAOO i actually still cannot believe that a cursed technique i came up with in 2021 and the character i also came up with in 20221/2022ish are both now canon SDFHLKJSDFH LIKE WDYM THERE’S AN ACTUAL KAITO NOW???

official arts ALWAYS play into the most insane fanon characterizations ever because that’s what sells…like canon chigiri and official art/fanon chigiri are completely diff characters atp LSDKHF but yeah the flexing pose is so iconic and truly sums up chigiri for me 😭 but yeah chigiri is NEVER checking on reo again bro the concern isn’t worth it for him…agreed btw that’s why i prefer just writing my own stuff because it takes soooo long to get through all of the takes i don’t agree with and find something i actually DO enjoy and at that point i might as well just write my own

ngl i don’t like the name tyler but it fits karasu SO WELL okay maybe i’m thinking that because i knew a guy in high school who was abt six feet tall, had black hair that he used gel or something on to slick back, and his name was tyler 😭 so he was actually quite literally karasu’s americasona if you think abt it…my best friend had a FAT crush on him (lowkey she still does i think like if they met in our hometown and he made a move she would happily have her hallmark movie moment with him) so ig he was good looking enough but i never really liked him like that 😰 LMAOOO CAN YOU IMAGINE AN AMERICAN AU WHERE IT’S JUST THE CHARACTERS AS REDNECKS i’m crying also idk why but the phrasing “the most unique rizz team” is CRACKING ME UP like it makes me think of them wearing suits and using pointers on a whiteboard as they prepare otoya to get rizzful 😩 the wingman verse is insane ofc aiku will always be the og but the expansions are always hilarious

LMAOO NAGI AS THE PROXY FOR READER VS REO BEEF that’s actually truly the exact kind of situation nagi would end up in ngl 😰 can you imagine that’s how reader resolves her issues with reo like she sees how nice she is to nagi and she’s like huh maybe he’s not some stuck up horrible rude rich kid meanwhile nagi convinces reo to be nice to reader once things are straightened out and reo’s just like “well nagi never likes anyone so if he thinks y/n is cool ig she must be 😒” SKJFH and YEAH it was such a crazy comment i was kinda flabbergasted really??? like i’m sorry but truly i’m never going to write male readers and probably not even gn just because personally i’m female so i’m going to write what i know?? and i get wanting to read what you want to read but then don’t comment when something clearly isn’t meant for you that you wish it was catered to you because like…it’s not…agreed it wasn’t even constructive because what am i even going to do atp go back and change everything?? half of the jokes in that story revolve around the fact that reader is a girl in a man’s body so i would genuinely have to rewrite the story 😭 but my time on wattpad has accustomed me to silly stuff like that so now i just like complaining about it as a joke but am i actually impacted?? no i think it’s kinda funny

i think with tullia it just depends on what characterization of her i end up going with that determines the dynamics she has which is why she’s so versatile and easy to pop in as a bff character no matter what LMAOOO BUT IMAGINE AIKU FINALLY BEING THE WINGMANNED (?) ig technically that’s also the plot of his oaeu chapter but still it never ceases to be hilarious

i do delete or answer them if i don’t want to actually write something for the request LHKSDJF but yeah it’s crazy sooo many people want a seabird sequel ig because it’s so popular?? and tbf the sae x reader banter is top tier but i also just write banter into almost all of my fics so it’s not really exclusive to seabird i just think my best banter examples are generally for characters that aren’t as popular (so like karasu and the barou chapter of the oaeu) which means people just want more seabird SLDKJHF but i mentioned this to one of my mutuals too…if i had the ideas for the plot of a part two or beyond i would’ve just. included it in the part one?? if that makes sense HAHAH like the end of the story is also usually the end of the plot for me…an example is karasu’s bfb like i COULD keep writing and show their relationship and whatnot but there wouldn’t be any conflict or anything driving the plot forward?? because they’re already together at that point and they have very normal settled lives so i don’t see them getting into crazy fights or having drama they probably just have a very smooth relationship -> engaged -> married -> kids type of thing which i feel would be boring to write and also to read?? the ONLY time i’ve managed an established relationship is with pomegranate ink and even that was only because they were literally BARELY even together and the main focus was on external factors so there was still conflict and whatnot going on

IT WAS LITERALLY KARASU X KAISER EXCEPT THEY WERE BOTH GIRLS i was like who even thinks of this but also like i support i mean go rare pairs!! karasu x ness is also crazy work actually that’s one’s even crazier because what’s the common thread there…but again i mean whatever floats people’s boats…also this isn’t a rare pair but i’ve seen a lot of people on tik tok shipping karasu and chigiri’s sister as of late which is so funny to me because it’s like damn we just got reverse bfb’d 😭 karasu taking notes from yukimiya ig

YESSS we will get side pegasi dw it won’t just be sae reader and kaiser getting them!! that would be a crazy opp infestation SLDFHK and yeah idk if karasu will be mentioned but definitely once i’ve posted i’ll tell you what i would’ve given him if he HAD been…also okay so fun fact the pegasi birth scene is only ONE PART of the intro 😭 the entire intro part which concludes with the birth scene is about 5k words i think?? so if that helps you adjust your estimations any there you go LSKJF i am expecting it to be about 15k words (i hope) but we’ll see it may be more or less…hopefully not TOO much more but it’s actually on break rn while i finish up the nagi and aiku au that i’m working on (praying it’s out tonight or tomorrow depending on my migraine situation and how long it ends up being!!) also yeah i was like…FIRE prompt but it HAD to be for KAISER???? it’s okay though i’m excited to come up with something fun and i’m glad people see my vision re: fantasy/other aus

CAN YOU IMAGINE WE JUST EMAIL EACH OTHER TIK TOKS AND STUFF SDLKJFHS i’m crying i’m just imagining being on my laptop and getting a notification from [email protected] or something and people being like wtf but YAY BLESS UP glad that neither of our covers are being blown fr

wait i think i know exactly what throuple fic you’re talking about because i too was like hello??? and yeah kunigami as second lead was truly very random ngl if it were me i would switch them and have yukimiya as second lead to karasu/kunigami second lead to hiori i feel like that makes sm more sense?? also it would be another opportunity for karasu and yukimiya beef LMAOOOO but yeah i’ve actually been having more trouble trying to think of a love triangle situation than my fantasy aus i think because love triangles can feel so contrived if not done well and i don’t want anything like that so i have to come up with a way to do the most cliche trope of all time in a way that doesn’t feel forced (it’s especially hard with karasu/kunigami because it would be SO easy to have kunigami be the stereotypical sweet bff second lead and karasu be the stereotypical sassy dark haired cool sarcastic male lead but i always make fun of stories like that so now i can’t do it myself)

I’M ACTUALLY WRITING THE NAGI AND AIKU AU AND IT’S LOWKEY SOOO FUN writing it from nagi’s pov is def. interesting. because his mindset is honestly not too explored so i’m kind of making it up as i go based on vibes love and plot reasons but basically the set up is they meet kinda randomly and aiku convinces nagi to play soccer with him by saying that it’ll be the path that requires the least effort in life and because he (aiku) is the best defender in japan, nagi will only need to score one goal per game if they play together (since aiku will defend all of the other goals) so it’s just them going through and nagi taking that SUPER literally and only scoring that one goal per game UNTIL he meets sae and then in the game against the bllk11 he finally scores more than once which is why the u20s end up winning instead…obviously no romance but it’s fun to show nagi being friends with completely different people and how different his dynamic with aiku (who does kinda mother him but absolutely doesn’t coddle him) is compared to how he is with reo canonically…like i said i’m hoping to have it finished super soon and posted (finally breaking my “no writing for over a month” streak) so then you can read it in full yourself ^^ once it’s out i’ll get back to the carnivorous pegasi racing au because i want to also post a request since i haven’t done so in ages 😭

IT’S LITERALLY THE FANS he’s not insufferable in the actual source material and the additional times just feel like comedic gags (iirc they’re like barely even canon anyways??) but people who like him and also who ship him with a certain someone just make me automatically click off content for him because i know i’m about to be treated to the craziest take ever

KJSHDF the last fandom i read a LOT of fics for was attack on titan and then i read less for jjk and now none for blue lock i think it correlates with how big the fandoms are too??? the aot fandom is/was huge because of how long it’s been going on so there were a lot of works which naturally meant more quality…then jjk slightly less but still a fair amount because of how big it got…and then we have blue lock 😓 but yeah honestly i can’t consume ANY sae content i literally only like him in (CERTAIN) edits and my own fics 😭 even in the show itself i’m not that excited when he shows up the way i am when nagi karasu or barou are (speaking of barou…waiting patiently for him to come on the field i know his goal is about to be ALL my tik tok fyp shows me and i cannot wait)

no because it truly is ALWAYS the opps getting the best work LMAOAO i need these editors to turn their sights to nagi (okay actually nagi does get a lot of really good edits but i wish his edits had more EDIT vibes to them instead of just being his best clips set to music if that makes sense) karasu and especially BAROU because every single barou edit is FIRE there just needs to be more of them

LMAOO it’s funny because yuki is actually the only nice one who genuinely doesn’t have beef with anyone (isagi for like. one match. but that barely counts + it’s isagi sooo) but we just keep making him have issues with everyone 😭

THE SHIDOU VS SANTA BEEF IS CRAZY like ik it’s probably smth traumatic related to his past but it’s also just funny to think that shidou has random unbridled rage towards santa KDFHDH but yeah nagi in a santa costume would be sooo 🥹

HELP she would probably be so happy to hear that ngl but yeah nanami is truly irrelevant to the miraverse outside of making fun of her

PLS imagine official m1ckeyb3rry editing account…sadly tik tok is too much of an opp with how they suggest accounts so idt i could ever do it again 😫💔

SHIDOU WOULD MAKE A DRAWING OF HIMSELF AND KARASU HOLDING HANDS AND IT JUST SAYS “best friends forever” 😭 he would give it to karasu and ngl karasu would be touched like he’d definitely put it on his (nonexistent) fridge or smth

i feel like they lowkey might just not censor it at all FJDJSB i think the most popular translations of shidou’s scenes are actually fan translations?? not that the officials are much better but people will probably be mad that they didn’t get the iconic lines but they’re actually not even official lines…kinda like how everyone’s mad that sae didn’t call shidou “my little demon” or whatever but that was only ever a fan translation in the first place??

SPEAKING OF KARASU…the additional time for today’s episode was SO funny LMAAOAO LIKE PROFESSOR KARASU???? THE WAY IT WAS ALL JUST BACHIRA’S DREAM??? like THAT is what i want from my additional times not reo crashing out part 394738

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toloveandbelovedtoo · 2 years ago

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Day 5: connection

Wow... Today was... Wow. Not what I was expecting. Like at all. I was having some trouble with myself and thoughts late last night and feeling so uncomfortable in this exploration, but knowing it was because I was outside my comfort zone and this is all just so new feeling. As I was showering, I thought to myself, I should go out to this yoga studio I like that offers their classes for free to trans people. My therapist had mentioned taking in person classes and I finally remembered to look up the classes.

I found one for today called Yoga Nidra, or sleeping yoga and I thought, hell yeah, I like the idea of getting to lay on my back with a blanket and listen to a meditation and singing bowls. I went in a bit nervous cause it's a new location with unknown people, but I wanted to stop being such a hermit and get out of my house more. I had laid down on the mat, thrown the blanket over me, and placed this bean bag thing over my eyes. I laid with a bolster under my knees and palms up as I listened to the teach guide the class through relaxing the body piece by piece.

She had guided us to imagine being in different locations, I can't remember the first location, but she had us imagining being at the edge of a pond facing a sunset. It was in that time I felt like I had sunken into my body and a flood of emotion overtook my body. It felt like a flood of cold, my body was shaking, and I felt so anxious. She told us then to imagine the moon and I tried to think about the moon and the craters and shadows, but my thoughts kept going back to fear, to this feeling of not wanting to dying, to being so scared because I was feeling so much.

I repeated to myself that I was Taylor. I was laying in a building in my city that is in my state and that I was going to be okay. I opened my eyes but they were still covered by the eye mask, but the slivers of light they peaked through grounded me. The practice ended with us rolling onto our sides then sitting up and as I was folding my blanket, I saw a giant palmetto bug making a bee line to me a few inches from my mat. My body was loose and my limbs weren't cooperating with me, but the teacher caught it in a jar and took it out. I think about that bug, one of the ones that creep me out and maybe it was there for a reason.

I was feeling so anxious and shaky after the session and I didn't feel like I could go home just yet. The yoga teacher had explained beforehand that she was also a therapist and she would spend some time after class in the lobby if anyone wanted to talk. I sat down in a chair and wait for the other student to leave and when she did, I asked the teacher if she would sit with me because I wasn't okay. I felt like crying, I did cry, and she stayed with me while I let that emotion out. We did a breathing exercise and I explained to her what I felt and how I felt it was related to this exploration that I was doing, the release of all that I was holding.

I had this beautiful moment with a stranger that I had asked for help, I gave myself that space to allow a stranger see me be scared and vulnerable and it was an act of love for myself to ask for something I need as well as an act of love to receive that care from someone I didn't know. She explained to me the therapeutic uses of yoga nedra and how it releases emotions that we have been carrying and I told her about the practice I felt was similar that my therapist I do to explore what emotions feel like when I give them the space and honor their presence.

I went home after getting a milkshake from Cook-out and tried to lay down to allow those feeling space, but I ended up in the bathroom listening to Encanto's soundtrack while I journaled what I was feeling. The bathroom is a safe space for me, a place where I could go to cry and be emotional without anyone hearing me. I would turn on the shower and cry and I don't really know if the shower and fan drowned out my cries, but it helped. And half way through writing, it just all felt like I understood what I was trying to do by undertaking this project.

That I am worthy not despite my flaws and broken bits, but because they are apart of my whole being. I am worthy of love and being loved and giving love because I'm Taylor, I don't have to be anything else, I don't have to make myself smaller, or quieter, or easier to handle, I am loved for my true being. And sure, I think those that tried to minimize me and make me feel smaller loved me, but not in a way that was healthy, sustainable, and was twinged with toxic believes and actions. I saw myself the way my friends I have now saw me and that I didn't have to have a skill or a service to offer them, I was just loved for being me.

I feel like a butterfly crawling out of my cocoon after being caterpillar goop and I'm learning to look and love my new wings, to let them open and flourish them, to feel the wind around them as I try to take off. I was having a lot of emotions recently after having a really tough 2022, after feeling burned out from work, after doing some heavy trauma healing work the last few months, but especially the last couple of weeks. There was a lot I needed to unleash and that yoga practice helped. I feel scared, but I feel hopeful.

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aetheternity · 3 years ago

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Oh? You like me?

After a long road of pining you're ready to try your luck with the guy you want.. (Aether, Gorou, Venti, Xingqiu)

Disclaimer: This is Sfw only with no gender specified for reader. Reader in not traveler in any of these.

Gorou~

He'd met you through Kokomi and it was pretty much all down hill from there. His ears flopped against his head when she introduced you, tail wagging uncontrollably.

"I believe the two of you will work well together." Kokomi had said with a smile almost devilishly out of character.

"G-gorou.. Gorou of ahem general of the resistance." He spoke firmly as he finally quelled the urge peaking through his tail. Ears straightening as he spoke.

"I know all about you Gorou, general of the resistance." You replied firmly repeating his title. "I know we'll get along well."

Unlike everyone else in the resistance you weren't too much older than Gorou. Less than a decade to be more precise and since you were pretty easy to talk to Gorou found himself coming to you whenever he could. Work related or not.

You soon became a co writer for "That's life" after Gorou started to get more and more romance questions that he didn't feel he could answer genuinely. (He insisted on getting you credit for your answers and soon a rumor started that Ms. Hina was seeing someone.)

Yeah.. as much as it made you cringe to see the Ms. Hina fan club sobbing over it you kept the news as far away from Gorou as possible.

Everybody in the resistance knows how you two feel and they force you guys together as often as they can. Young love should be nurtured after all right?

"What, you guys aren't eating in the mess hall tonight either?" Gorou questions as people leave with plates.

"Sorry boss, I'll be up bright and early for training though!"

"I can't, I gotta go write letters to my family."

"Yeah, tonight's bad.. I gotta.. shine my shoes.."

Excuse after excuse goes through until you and Gorou are sitting across from each other with only your plates in between.

"I wonder if I've done something wrong.. Have I been too rough with training recently?" He asks you, ears twitching at the tips.

"No.. no I'm sure everyone is genuinely busy tonight." You offer even though you're biting down on your spoon exceedingly hard due to both anger and embarrassment.

"But.. Kavinski.. shining his shoes?? He barely cleans his armor."

You started to pick up on how bad your crush on Gorou was getting when he invited you rock climbing at four in the morning and you didn't hesitate to say yes.

"Really?" He'd questioned the tip of one of his ears twitching in response. "I kinda figured you'd say no.. I mean it is pretty early and you've never pegged me as a climber."

Ultimately your desire to stay by his side ruled over the necessity to sleep in late. And unsurprisingly at four in the morning when the sun hadn't even awoken yet. You'd begun trudging up behind Gorou to reach the peak of a mountain you'd genuinely forgotten the name of. Your feet dragging from the fatigue that still plagued your body.

"Maybe we should take a break." Gorou said as he looked back at you standing with both hands perched on your hips.

"No, No, you wanted to try to get close to the peak before seven. We should keep going."

With zero warning he hooked his arm into yours pausing your honestly poor attempt to continue walking past him. "As your superior, I think a quick rest would be good."

The fight in your body had left you a long time ago and the immediate satisfaction you got from leaning back against a cool rock and splashing water over your face only further proved it.

"Seems I wasn't wrong." Gorou piped up "Please forgive me if I upset you in saying this but you seem to be against this. Why would you agree to it?"

Your eyes shut as you look away from him, head resting completely against the rock behind you. "I didn't know how else to get you alone so I could tell you how much I like you."

His silence prevailed for far longer than you were comfortable with. Enough for you to push yourself to glance over at him. His mouth hung open, eyes wide and ears impossibly straight.

"I.."

"General.."

"No one's ever.."

You finally manage a laugh, heart finally easing as you cup his impossibly heated cheeks. "Then I'm the first. That's good because I want to be your last too."

Xingqiu~

The first time you'd met him was through your mother's introductions. Since his family and your family often worked together it was only natural that both of the youngest heiress' should also be acquainted.

You'd worked through your anxieties, smiling your normal business smile and being as polite as possible though his stare was lingering. His eyes wide and the faintest flush of pink dappled over his cheeks as he responded to your greeting. It wasn't long before you both found that the real reason for the sudden meeting was to get the two of you accustomed with each other for a possible arranged marriage.

You'd nearly choked on your water when Xingqiu's father announced it.

"Father may I speak to name in private?" Xingqiu had asked and you blinked blankly when his father approved. The two of you exiting the main dining room to the hall. "I apologize that our first meeting has led to this being sprung on you. My father can be rash sometimes." He'd explained with his thumb on his chin.

"Yeah my mother's very similar."

"Though since this is our first introduction to each other we still have some bearing on the situation. We should take a bit of time to get accompanied before any further preparations go under way.. if.. you'd like." His eyes soften, pure gold looking back at you with a touch of unease.

"I would like that." You reply

It doesn't take long for the two of you to spend any free time you had together. While you might not have grown up in Liyue your family owns some property there. So in the spirit of allowing the two of you to get closer your mother is nothing short of ecstatic when you tell her you wish to stay in Liyue for a while.

Normally when the two of you hang out together it's in his study room. His long legs draped up against the frame of the couch, book perched between his thighs. His hair succumbing to gravity whenever he looked over at you sat behind the desk with a little smile on his face like a sort of reminder that he knew you were still with him.

Sometimes you'd come and stay in here with him just to get away from the world and practice your calligraphy. It was such a calming quiet space you'd even drift off for a few minutes only to wake up to a blanket draped over your shoulders and Xingqiu sat in a different position on the couch.

"Hey what'cha reading." You stick your neck out over the spine of the book in Xingqiu's grasp.

He quickly lowers the book to the bridge of his nose and even if he's trying to hide it the rising color to his cheeks is incredibly noticeable. You opt to force your grin down but as his cheeks get further stained your smile gets wider.

"Xingqiu.." You giggle poking his side.

With zero malice he taps the edge of his book against your forehead. "Not. a. word."

"Word."

Sword matches but you tell him not to go easy so he spends the entire time flipping you onto your back and not actually fighting you.

"Xingqiu!" You huff, kicking your legs like a toddler.

He just giggles, "You said not to go easy!"

"You know exactly what I meant by that!"

It's not so much that he's afraid of hurting you, no he's seen your skills and genuinely believes you could probably take him. More than anything he's merely enjoying an opportunity to be more relaxed during his normal training hours.

"You're making it far too easy Name, I'm almost bored."

You're not really sure how but at some point you do actually manage to flip him and the wide eyed stare matched with the little oof from his mouth is enough to last you a lifetime.

The first time you meet Chongyun he's damp and biting through a popsicle at an inhumane speed. As much as you hoped your confusion didn't show on your face the way Xingqiu was bent over laughing proved some of your concern was very visible. After a while he did calm down enough to issue an apology for his behavior and Xingqiu introduced the two of you over a small lunch at Wanmin

"Your name sound familiar." Chongyun pondered "Is your family the business that sells goods to the Feiyun Commerce Guild?"

"Yup that's us." You remark "Right here from Fontaine."

"That's amazing, The people of Liyue really are thankful for your family's work."

Your smile was gentle, relaxed not stiff in the same way it was when discussing work topics with potential clients or in some cases talking with your family. "These new technological advancements should be shared after all. We're very much in favor of helping the rest of the world in anyway we can."

Chongyun smiled back taking a sip of his ice water. "It has it's own merits then, similar to exorcism."

You steal a glance at Xingqiu who's smiling over his own drink. "You're weirdly quiet."

His chuckle is mirthful, "I don't want to disturb your friendly conversation since you two are hitting it off better than anticipated."

"Oh? Are you sure you're not just plotting?"

"He might not be at the moment, his eyes aren't glinting." Chongyun butts in

You gasp, "He has a tell? Good now I know!"

"That's quite alright as they say you can run but you can't hide."

As if programmed you and Chongyun glance at each other across the table. You didn't need to say a word to each other Xingqiu's sneer was enough to have you both shivering down to the base of your spines.

With the whole arranged marriage thing hanging over your heads you were a bit concerned that when you and Xingqiu hung out it was more friendly than anything else. At first it hadn't been bad he'd been so gentlemanly and that was incredibly reassuring to you but the back of your brain craved something a little more.

You peered over at Xingqiu beside you. His smile affectionate over the words of a new book. He'd taken you to Wanwan bookhouse so many times at this point but today you couldn't begin to pay attention to any book you picked up.

"I take it by your prolonged stare that something is troubling you. Care to speak on it?"

He's glancing at you from the corner of his eye. Book still open between his fingertips. When you sigh he steps closer lowering the book further.

"What do you think?"

"Hmm?"

"Of.. me, of us, what do you think of us as? I know that our parents think we should get married but I don't know how you feel, you haven't really said much about it."

You'd missed the part where he'd closed his book too preoccupied with your own current of thoughts spilling out from your brain. His bangs tickled the bridge of your nose, your breath catching just as his lips pecked yours.

"Forgive me, I should've explained my intentions but now that you've taken my first kiss I hope we'll have plenty more time to discuss it."

About half of that went over your head and unprocessed thanks to your untamed heartbeat flooding your ears at the same time. But overall the relief of him feeling the same allowed a pleasant warmth to spread through your stomach.

Venti~

The first time you'd seen him it was hard not to be transfixed. It wasn't the pretty voice, the pretty humming or the pretty tune he was conjuring up. No, it was just the pretty bard himself. Those eyes and how everything on him perfectly complimented his entire aesthetic.

"Hello." He greeted warmly "Are you looking to hear any song in particular? I'm taking requests."

You scratched the back of your head, his eyes didn't dwindle in the slightest as he patiently awaited your answer. "I'm not sure.. perhaps.. one of your personal favorites?"

His smile deepened and his lashes flickered over his cheeks as he began to strum a slower song. One that you're not sure you've heard before but you stay put to listen nonetheless. Fixated completely over the way his lips opened for every single word. The rhythmic strum of his fingers splaying and thumbing along perfectly complimenting his enthralling voice.

The sudden burst of applause all around you yanked you right back down to Earth. And as much as you hoped he hadn't noticed the low giggle he let out at your fright implied that he had.

"I have not encountered you around Mondstat before. May I ask your name?" He questioned his features growing far more serious.

"It's Name.."

He repeated your name with a calm gaze up at the sky. "I'm Venti, Venti the bard." He offered with a smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Name."

The next time you encounter Venti is when he's out of breath perched in an alleyway. His hands curling around his knees, hat slipping slightly off his head.

"Oh gods Venti." He jumps a little at your sudden arrival his eyes once shut now alert before quickly relaxing.

"Oh it's just you." He exhales slowly patting his chest.

"Venti, were you robbed?" You gesture to his messy clothes, shirt untucked from his shorts and cape barely hanging onto his shoulders. Without thinking about it you adjust the cape sliding off his shoulders.

"Ehe~ kinda hard to get robbed when you have nothing." He admits "I almost got caught pilfering food again.." He sighs reaching up to adjust his hat.

"Ugh so you're the thief." You pull faux disappointment. That is until the eruption of his belly makes you both fall silent.

"Let me buy you lunch."

"Wha- are you sure?"

"Yes, during it you can explain to me why a bard as successful as yourself needs to steal food."

Going to Stormterror's lair was something you did every now and again, while you enjoyed the hustle and bustle of the city it was nice to get away from it every now and then. And with the new outbreak of monsters running rampant in Wolvendom there was no way you'd be able to have any peace there either.

It didn't take you long to reach the top of the tower. Bookbag lightly clinking as an array of different items mashed together inside. The moment you'd arrived you noticed the small figure of Venti curled up against the gravel, his hands outstretched in front of him cape slightly whipping with stronger winds. Hat placed beside him.

You stopped by his side nearly awwing at how soft his facial expression was. His breathing even and his lips parted slightly. Without rustling your bag too much you slid it off placing it against a pillar then gently sliding into a criss cross position with your hands in your lap.

The soft winds splay your hair back from you face and you pull you legs into your chest still thoroughly entranced by the figure of the bard laying beside you. You probably shouldn't watch but you can't bring yourself to stop. Wanting so badly to reach out and swipe the braid hanging over his face back and before you can really think about it you do it.

Venti blinks, eyes half lidded but still mildly still faced. He grumbles and then his eyes meet yours the corners of his lips curving upwards.

"Ah! I'm sorry Venti, I didn't mean to wake you." He doesn't say a word but he shakes his head blinking at you with warm eyes. "Do you.. maybe want to use my bag as a pillow?" You offer tugging it away from the pillar you'd placed it on.

His eyes are becoming more alert but he still shakes his head, moving to sit up, stretch and yawn. Without a word he presses his head down in your lap moving to get comfortable as your heart nearly escapes your chest.

"Consider staying here until I awake again your only punishment." He finally says and without another word his breathing evens and he's gone again.

Meeting him at Windrise is a chance encounter. You'd been reading a book that Lisa had recommended you but that you had to give back in two days so you were trying to makes sense of the story while also actually reading the story.

"Oh hey! There you are I was looking for you."

You snicker, "Diluc chase you with a broom again and now you need someone to take you to lunch?"

"No! I have mora today thank you very much so I figured I'd treat you. As a sort of thank you for all the meals you've paid for me."

"Aw Ven, you don't have to do that for me. I'm happy to treat the god of anemo whenever he needs."

His head swiveled around so hard you thought for a second it might snap off.

"Yeah.. I kinda figured it out. Though I'm surprised no one else has seriously the statute in the plaza looks just like you."

He giggles breathily "Well now that you know I don't have to reveal it to you later." He kneels before you cecilias falling into your lap from his hands.

"Venti.."

"Let me take you to dinner." For a split second a look of concern flashed over his eyes. "Please."

"I would love that."

Aether~

The first time you run into Aether it's in a very literal sense..

"I didn't hurt you did I?" You rub your forehead with the palm of your hand looking up at his own outstretched hand before you. You hadn't completely taken in the situation but your eyes had soon curved past his face to the strange attire that adorns his body, taking an almost too long glance at his midriff in all too plain view.

"I think this person got hit too hard." Another voice chimes up and you end up noticing a floating creature by his side.

Your eyebrows furrow when you realize how judgmental the flying thing was and without taking his hand you pull yourself off the ground dusting the backs of your legs.

"Sorry I ran into you." He apologized "I guess I wasn't looking where I was going. I'm Aether and this is Paimon."

"Name." You reply quietly, rearranging the items that had slipped from your grasp earlier. "You're the Traveler, I take it."

"Yes, I would offer to help you carry all of that but I really have to run. Have to finish a late commission. Though maybe I'll see you around sometime?" He doesn't wait for you to actually reply instead he bolts off. His little friend screaming his name as she follows swiftly behind.

"Aether.." You repeat against the text books in your grip. Before you can walk off yourself however, a certain glint on the ground catches your eye. Being careful not to rock the books in your grasp you graciously examine it.

Two little feathers attached to a small colorless ball with a hook at the end of the forgotten jewelry. It was warm to the touch, makes sense seeing as he'd only just dropped it. Your fingers cradled the little piece like you'd just received it from someone special. A part of you thought to chase after him to give it back to him.

Commissions?

Though another part of you had a far better idea.

When you'd first commissioned him it was for help in the shop. Your quaint little shop of small trinkets with the nicest souvenirs from your hometown. Perfect for the occasional traveler to wander in and ponder over the shelves. The newest shipments had arrived yesterday and though you normally did the work solo the idea of having someone help especially him helping made you a bit giddy.

He'd walked in while you perched over some boxes with a small knife making careful incisions against the tape. The welcoming ring of your shop's door and the wide eyed rapture filling those golden irises was enough to make your palms sweat.

"Ah it was your commission I had a feeling when Katheryne said your name after I'd asked." He said

"Well it was partially because cleaning up all these boxes alone would be a hassle but also I found this after we bumped into each other yesterday." You reached a hand behind the counter fingering the small piece of jewelry in your grasp for a split second before handing it to him.

"I did drop it when I bumped into you! Thank you so much for keeping it safe."

"Of course." You watch as he brushes aside loose strands of hair neatly folding them behind the shell of his ear. "Oh! wait allow me."

With a gentle smile he hands you back the ornament. Even though he'd already done it you took extra precaution in sliding your fingers through silky blond strands coaxing them over the warm shell of his ear. He didn't move at all patiently allowing your hands to lightly tug at his earlobe in search of the hole.

"This earring of yours, It's quite beautiful, may I ask where you got it?" You press the hook into his ear making sure it was tight enough that it wouldn't fall out again.

"My sister was the one that got it for me."

"Aw that's so sweet." The rumors you'd often heard of his journey began to echo in your mind. The posters you'd seen referring to his sister being missing. "Uh.. what I mean is.."

He turned his head in your direction and it instantly clicked to you just how close the two of you were. Your hands clasped to his shoulder his breath fanning your nose.

"Ah!" The ball of your foot slammed into a box behind you as you backpedaled.

"I.. um thank you for my earring." He quickly changed the subject bending over to grab a box by his side. "Let me.. just do this for you." He shuffled away awkwardly

"Uh oh right. By the way where's your um floating friend."

"Oh, you mean Paimon? She's back in our teapot something about needing to remember a dream she had last night in full."

"Mm and she follows you everywhere?" You ask absentmindedly stuffing things onto shelves in favor of taking a longer glance at Aether's figure every time he leaned over to shuffle through another box.

"Yeah, she's helping me find my sister." He said with a soft sigh. "Someday I'm going to get answers for everything."

"For you sake I hope you can."

Yearly festivals were always amazing for business and everyone with shops in your area loved this time of year. While the mora was nice though your favorite thing about the festivals had always been heading up to the roof to watch the end of festival light show in the sky.

Though business had been busier than ever tonight so you weren't even sure if that would happen.

"There you are." A familiar voice rang out, you stood up from where you'd been shuffling through supplies under that counter delighted to see those all too familiar gold irises peering back at you. Paimon hovering up by his side.

"I was looking for you." He admitted with a hand pressed to his chest.

"Aren't you coming outside? The light show is about to begin!" Paimon added

You shook your head, "I don't think I'll be able to. Every time I think the customer raid is slowing more people show up. And things are getting kind of messy here. I have to restock the files and clean up some glass I hadn't realized had been broken until a couple minutes ago it's all so-"

"Let me take over for a while."

"Huh?" You and Paimon remarked in unison.

"I can take over for a while I know how you like your shop run at this point." He explained "You look like you could use a break."

"You've never run a shop before!" Paimon immediately argued

A part of you wanted to argue yourself but Aether did visit your shop incredibly often after the earring incident. Sometimes with Paimon sometimes without. Sometimes to help out in the shop and sometimes after closing hours to sit and relax in the back with you and the books. Seeing as your shop was always quiet and filled with warmth.

"You can go with Paimon and get some food and have fun then by the time you get back I'll have had this place sorted out and closed for the evening so we can all go and watch the light show together."

"But that's in like an hour!" You reply

"Don't worry just go you two, I can handle this."

"Ok, Ok thank you so much Ae you're a lifesaver." Dim lights or not you could've sworn you saw the faintest tint of pink dust over the bridge of Aether's nose as you quickly turned to leave with Paimon.

Aether had been right, you had needed a break and having it immediately felt so therapeutic. The small conversations you'd had with the people on the street, watching little Paimon stuff her face. (Seriously did she even have a stomach or did it just disappear once it entered her body). And of course the little souvenirs you'd picked up yourself. You'd even managed to get a merchant to sell you a couple crates of items for you to sell in your own shop.

By the time you'd returned to your shop you felt about two pounds lighter with your shoulders lifted. Just in time for Aether to walk outside to greet you and Paimon shutting the front door behind him.

"Great! You guys are just in time."

"How'd it go?" Paimon asked before you could.

"You were right about not being able to leave as soon as you guys went out customers flooded in with all kinds of stuff. I think I handled it well and now we can go watch the light show."

You hug the boxes in your arms closer to your chest. "Let's head up to the roof after I set these down. Thank you again Aether."

The last of the light faded from the city once you'd both made it onto the roof and you weren't sure if it was that or the fact that you were dressed in short sleeves but you brought a hand close to your arms rubbing your sides. Aether peered over at you before untying his cape to drape it gently over your shoulders.

"That better?" He whispered giving your arm a small squeeze before turning back to the display in the sky.

Luckily for you Paimon hadn't been paying attention at all. Completely filled with awe as she gazed up at the shapes connecting the stars in the sky. So she couldn't tell you'd barely glanced up at the show in the sky. Just snuggled in the coziness of Aether's cape.

When you joined Aether's team it was after the two of you had known each other for six months. He was finally ready to move onto the next nation and despite the fact that you'd never thought to do it before you'd hired someone to take over your business in your stead. It wasn't a feeling you were used to, a sheer emptiness wafting through you at the idea of not seeing Aether for perhaps a year while he journeyed off somewhere else.

Of course you'd miss the shop and little things surrounding it. The scent of jasmine and honey upon entry. The little ding of the door opening for a new customer. The warm atmosphere in the back and how Aether had always sat in the same chair draping his legs over the frame. Head tilted back with a book on his chest when he'd inevitably succumb to sleep.

You'd miss it. But quite frankly you'd miss Aether far more.

"Really, are you sure?" He'd asked "Because I actually would really love if you came along on my journey."

"Yeah, I'm sure." You'd replied with a smile.

You'd expected some regret of course but you'd had very little upon the next couple weeks. Spending time by Aether's side outside of your work filled your body with a contentment you'd never experienced before. That and just how fulfilling commissions ended up being.

Going into the teapot for the first time freaked you out but it was also exuberating seeing all the decorations he had laid out and the huge mansion and.. the teapot spirit he'd introduced as Tubby. You ended up staying outside in the reincarnation of the city streets of your home town.

Walking amongst the trees and the little booths with decorative tape. The food stalls empty but still beautiful as well as the brilliant glow of the street lamps as the day soon fell to a close.

"How do you like it here?" Aether asked as he walked up behind you, a smile adorning his features.

"It's so beautiful.. maybe it's a bit forward for me to assume you set this up for me but it's just-"

"In this case, I did." He shifted on his feet, glancing to the side.

"Thank you, can I pay you back for your kindness?"

"Here." He stuck the hands that were covered by his back out to you. The reveal being a small assortment of tiny windmill flowers all red and a bit wilting.

You giggle quickly excepting the bouquet. "Do you give these to everyone that joins your team?"

"Only you.." When he leans into you it's to press a quick kiss to your cheek. "Thanks for staying by my side."

#gorou x reader #genshin x reader #xingqiu x reader #venti x reader #aether x y/n #aether x you #gorou x you #gorou x y/n #xingqiu x you #venti x y/n #venti x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin scenarios #genshin headcanons #I hated writing this a lot #so I hope at least one person likes this so I won't have wasted my time #my wrist is killing me

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mark + 24 + 39 + 181? you're amazing, thank you so much!!

mark + “are my fingers not enough for you?” + receiving a massage that quickly becomes more + you being their best friend’s younger sibling

The last thing you expected when you came home from work for family dinner with your two brothers and your parents was to find that your older brother Doyoung had brought one of his groupmates home with him.

Mark Lee was stretched out on the sofa, lying on his belly, and your mother was standing over him, petting his head and offering him some tea.

"What's wrong with you?" You asked as you walked by him.

"Back hurts," he mumbles.

Doyoung comes out of the kitchen. "He's sore from practice, and I'd already invited him to come over before we decided we were just going to a restaurant instead of Mom cooking. He wouldn't listen to me when I told him to just go home and rest."

You crouch down beside Mark's head so you can look him in the eye. "You should've gone home. Or to see your parents if you don't feel good."

"Yeah, yeah," Mark lifts his head and grimaces. "I wanted to see your pretty face. Thought it might make me feel better."

"Stop flirting. It's gross." Doyoung disappears back into the kitchen. Your mother just smiles and follows after him.

You're close with Mark, so you sit there with him for a few moments to talk, and when Doyoung comes back over a few minutes later, he informs you that the decision has been made on where to go eat family dinner with Mark.

"Ah, dude," Mark groans, and he turns over onto his back. "I want to go, but I actually don't think I can. I'll just grab a taxi home, get in bed, pop some painkillers. Sitting through dinner sounds like hell right now. Even if it's with your family."

Doyoung looks like he's about to back out of dinner too, like he's going to say he can go home with Mark, but you know your parents were really looking forward to having dinner with him tonight.

"I'll watch him, Doyoung. Go enjoy dinner with our parents and Gongmyung." You stand up. "I was planning on staying in anyway. I just had dinner with you the other day, which was more than enough of your brotherly advice, and I have dinner with them all the time. Go. I'll get Mark home safely."

So several minutes later, your family has left for dinner, Mark is still lying on the sofa, and you're watching videos on your phone while you sit on the floor with your back against the sofa. Mark's looking over your shoulder, laughing along with you at the funny videos your scroll through.

"I probably should head home," Mark says. "And I can take myself home. I'm not drunk or sick, just achy." He attempts to push himself upright, and he once more grimaces in pain, and sinks back down.

"Mark, if you feel that bad, maybe I should take you to a doctor or something." You put your phone down and pull up to sit on the edge of the sofa, lay your hand on his forehead.

He shakes his head. "I'm just really sore, tense. My back just feels tight." He rolls his shoulders, and groans, "Fuck."

"Mark. Let me help you. Roll onto your stomach." You flutter your hands over him, and Mark stares at you for a long second before complying.

"What are you going to do to me?" Mark asks, getting comfortable. "Well, hey!" He exclaims when you suddenly straddle his ass.

You touch his back, running a gentle hand up his back. "I'm gonna give you a massage. You said you were tense and tight and sore. Let me help you."

Now, if anyone saw you like this--Mark on his stomach, you straddling his ass with your hands all over his back--surely they would have lots of questions. Doyoung would definitely be rolling his eyes and scoffing and telling you two to knock it off.

But Mark, when you start massaging up near his shoulders where you can feel the tense knots where his shoulders meet his neck, he relaxes. Slowly at first, but you can definitely feel him melting like butter under your touch. And your hands move lower, and you hit a certain spot and Mark moans.

You pause. Mark goes perfectly still beneath you.

"Did you just--"

Mark jerks, moving as if to get you off of him, as if to move out from beneath you. "Forget it. I can get myself home like we told Doyoung." He bucks his hips, dislodging you, and he manages just enough that he's able to flip himself over onto his back.

You sink back down, hands on his chest to keep him there. "It was working, wasn't it? Massaging your back was making you feel better?"

Mark stares up at you. "I mean, yeah, like, it was making me feel better, but..." He looks away, avoiding your gaze as his ears burn pink and a blush rises on his cheeks too.

It's cute to see him blushing. And you understand why. You can feel his reason beneath you; his dick is getting harder, and when you shift your hips subtly on top of him, Mark sucks in a breath and bites his lip. He looks back up at you.

"Is it working?" You ask again, and now when you put your hands on him, sliding your fingertips under his shirt and pushing them up his chest to start massaging, Mark rolls his hips up against you in a way so slight that it could have just been him trying to move.

You've always been close with Mark every time that Doyoung brought him around. You can't deny that you've dreamt about him several times, a few of those times being dirty dreams. It was just something about his hands, the way that he moved during choreography, the way that he'd touch you lightly when he stepped around you or was helping you with something.

You like Mark. And right now, it definitely seems like it might not be an entirely one-sided thing.

He watches you with dark eyes, and when your thumbs brush over his nipples, Mark hisses, his cock twitches, and he lifts his hips up in search of contact.

"Are my fingers not enough for you?" You ask, drumming your fingers on his chest as you lightly grind down on him. "You need more?"

Mark licks his lips, gazing at you, thinking, letting his gaze drop from your face down your body to your hips gyrating in slow circles on his lap. He nods. "Yeah," he clears his throat, "Yeah, I need more."

"Good." You smile, lowering yourself over him.

Mark smiles when you pull your hands out from under his shirt to touch his arms, and he lifts his arms under your guiding touch, crossing them over his head, held there lightly by your hand.

Mark lifts his head to meet your kiss.

You like kissing Mark. It's fun and good. It's a little bit dirty too because he's your brother's best friend and you're making out and dry humping him on the sofa like you're both horny teenagers.

Mark moans, rocking his hips up. "Fuck me," he groans.

"Is that an actual request?" You ask, resting a hand on his chest, and pressing him down into the sofa. "Want me to ride you?"

"I do want that, do you?" Mark frees one of his hands to reach down and slip it under your shirt.

"Yeah." You nod. "I do want that too." You slip off his lap, and Mark's mouth falls open as if to ask what the hell you're doing then, but as soon as he sees you shimmying your pants down to your ankles, Mark shuts his mouth and reaches down to open his pants.

When you straddle him again, Mark's hand returns to your hip, sliding higher up your stomach and pushing your shirt with it. He touches your chest, grinding his erection up against you.

You reach down, pull your panties aside, and you curl your hand around Mark's cock, stroking him until he's moaning for you again. You like seeing him so eager, pink in the face and bucking into your touch.

You sigh as you rub him against your entrance, as he bucks up, pressing into you.

He massages your chest, looking into your eyes as he thrusts up again, and this time he enters you smoothly, and you sink down on him, taking Mark in deeply.

"You can't cum in me, okay?" You tell him. "That's my one rule."

Mark nods. "Got it. I'll let you know when I'm close." He reaches up and drags you down into a kiss.

Riding Mark and kissing Mark on the sofa all because you were trying to give him a massage; you can't believe it's happening. You've dreamt of things like this before, fantastic scenarios your horny brain cooked up, particularly one about riding him in a hot tub.

But right now it's reality. You're kissing Mark and bouncing on his cock, hearing him moaning as you massage his cock. He keeps touching your chest, pushing your shirt higher and higher until your chest is exposed to the air, nipples peaking at the cool touch.

"Mark," you moan, gripping his shoulder and sitting up to roll your hips slowly down on him, feeling his length filling you for longer than a moment. "Feel so good."

"Yeah, you do." He leans up as much as he's able to kiss at your neck, and then he kisses lower, his tongue flicks over a nipple. It doesn't feel like much to you, but it's clearly doing something for him to be touching you like this. Mark moans, rocking up to get you to move on his cock again.

Your eyes flutter shut as he starts to take control from beneath you, fucking up into you as he pleases, his breath fanning against your chest.

"Fuck," he moans. "Ah, shit, you feel so good. I'm gonna cum, shit."

You like listening to him swear like this, the way that you can hear him losing control over himself, his senses to overwhelmed with the pleasure of his rising orgasm.

Mark swears again, trying to pull you back down on him when you quickly move off. You sink your body down between his knees, resting a relaxing hand to massage his thigh as you lower your head and do your best to swallow his cock down to the base.

A guttural, beautiful moan leaves Mark, his fingers knotting in your hair as you gag around him. You let him move you with his hands in your hair and his hips rabbiting up to fuck your throat.

His groan as he cums is like music to your ears, half-drowned out by your pulse racing and the wet sounds of your attempts to not choke on him. Mark cums over the back of your tongue and you suck him through his orgasm, feeling him spill stripes of cum that you swallow rather than choke on it, sucking until he goes soft and makes quiet whines and pulls at your hair.

When you sit up and wipe your hand across your mouth and chin, Mark tries to pull you up toward his mouth as if to return the favor of oral sex, but you shake your head.

"What about you, though?" Mark asks, "I want to make you cum too. It's not a good time unless we're both happy at the end. Come here. At least let me kiss you again."

So you lift yourself up, crawling over him so you're basically lying on his chest, and you kiss him again. Slowly, savory kisses and his wandering touches that soon have you grinding down on him, feeling too empty and with the burning desire to cum, and Mark fulfills that desire, filling you with his fingers to grind down on.

You break the kiss when you cum, dropping your forehead to Mark's shoulder as you pant and sigh while his fingers push you over the edge, sending you freefalling through an orgasm. Your heart races, and you wonder if he can feel the pounding through your chest echoing into his own.

Mark draws his fingers out, wiping them through the sticky mess to lube them up just a little extra, and starts fingering you again until your fingers and toes are curling, and you're trying to hide your moans.

"You're so cute," Mark tells you, kissing your hair when the second orgasm rocks through you.

You answer him with a soft grunt, reaching down to push his hand away from between your legs. You feel good. Buzzy and light, temporarily able to ignore the fact that you just came twice with the best friend of your brother on your sofa. You just want to soak in the feeling, but you know you can't stay like this. It's been a while, and you don't know how long your family will be out. You can't still be like this when they get back, and Mark probably shouldn't be here either.

You kiss Mark's neck, just a parting kind of kiss, before you sit up.

"How's your back feel now?" You tease, running a hand through your hair and tugging your shirt back down over your panties.

"Feel like you should help me home." Mark rubs your thigh, tugging on the hem of your shirt. "Be a good friend, maybe tuck me into bed."

You laugh and lean in to kiss him again. "I can do that."

Requests are now closed! Thank you to everyone who sent these in, I’m just finishing the last drabble requests in my inbox!

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strangelysamantha · 3 years ago

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cheerleader ❀

rafe cameron x plus!reader.

warnings: swearing, flirting, slight angst in the beginning (barely)

words: 2,365.

summary: rafe was intrigued by you, he wanted to get to know you. he thought that task would be easy, but your distaste for him was apparent. despite the overwhelming amount of setbacks, he knew he would get you to crack.

request? no :)

a/n: please like and comment if you enjoy! thank you, ilysm <3

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part two

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most things rafe wanted, he easily got. it was a known fact. his parents were financially stable so they could afford to throw money down the drain for useless items that wouldn’t be used more than once. his popularity and name allowed him to get away with most things. except you. you seemed to not care about his wealth or his looks. you didn’t even care to give him the time of day. he took this as a challenge. he was destined to get you to like him if it was the last thing he did.

the first time he talked to you was during school. he thought his charm and popularity would make you swoon. instead, it was quite the opposite. he approached you at your locker, his smile bright. “hey. i’m rafe.” he extended his hand out to you. “hello, rafe.” you shake his hand back, before retreating your hand to your side. you stare at him in confusion. “uhm am i in the way of your locker?” you question, he shakes his head. “oh no, actually. i just wanted to introduce myself to you.” you nod your head. “well rafe, it was nice to meet you, i guess. but i’m running late for class.” you shut your locker, speeding off to class.

rafe stayed by your locker in awe. you really thought rafe was just waiting to get to his locker? it’s halfway through the school year, if his locker was by yours, you would have known by now. he embarrassingly walked away, heading to his first class. that awkward moment was lingering in his head, stuck on replay. your facial expression that showcased confusion stayed still in his mind. by third hour he was over it, not as embarrassed. he shrugged it off, excited to try again.

rafe actually didn’t know that much about you. he saw you in the halls occasionally. his interest in you peaked when he saw that you talked to topper a lot. since you were heavily associated with topper, he believed that it would be easy to befriend you. it’s clear to him now that isn’t the case. he can’t help but feel surprised at your lack of knowledge for him. everyone knows of rafe, and you should especially know because of how well you know topper.

regardless, rafe knew what he had to do. he needed to see topper, and investigate him. rafe pulled his phone out, texting topper to meet him.

topper met rafe in the boy’s bathroom before fourth period. they scoped the bathroom, ensuring to themselves that they could openly talk since they were alone. rafe didn’t hesitate, he immediately bombarded topper with questions about you. “what’s with the sudden interest?” topper asks, confused.

“i don’t know, i keep seeing her in the hallway and she stares at me.” topper nods, “well she does good academically, i know her because her family is friends with my family, she’s on the cheerleading team, i don’t know man. what info are you wanting?” the cheerleading team. rafe smiled to himself, you are a cheerleader. “that’s good enough, i just needed some info so i could know if i want to meet her or not.” topper laughed, “alright man. i gotta go.” rafe nodded, “see you later.” topper fist bumped rafe before walking out the bathroom.

you were a cheerleader? he had no clue. it dawned on him, if he had no idea of who you were, why would you know who he was? he shook his head at the thought, instead heading to class.

on the other side of the school sat you, fidgeting with your pencil as you struggled to keep up with the current notes. the interaction you had with rafe was confusing you. why did he suddenly want to meet you? it didn’t make sense. the whole class period you tried to wrap your brain around his actions, trying to figure out what his intention was, but you fell short.

at lunch time you sat at a table, you usually sat with friends but they were absent. it didn’t help they were absent the one day someone popular randomly takes an interest in you. you sit on the chair, pulling out your math homework. if you knocked it out at lunch, you had a high chance of not having homework. you start the first problem, but immediately halt when your family friend, topper, taps on your shoulder. “hi tops.” you smile softly at him, setting your pencil down and turning your attention to him. he smiles at you, “hey.”

you pick up a goldfish, plopping it into your mouth. “how have you been?” you question topper. he shrugs, “same old same old. family is still upset with me, per usual.” you nod, soaking up what he said. “dang, that sucks. it’s so annoying how people hold grudges. they don’t know how to forgive and forget.” you shrug, smiling up at him. he returns the smile, “i know right.” you place your homework back in your bag, assuming you wouldn’t be able to finish it during lunch.

“what did you even do?” you ask him. he smiles, “uh i accidentally pissed a pogue off so they got revenge by sinking my new boat.” your eyes widened, “what! holy shit you must have fucked up bad.” he frowns, “i didn’t really want to do it, you know how tricky it is with our reputation and who we have to associate with.” you laugh, “oh i know all too well of what that’s like.” topper rolls his eyes, assuming you’re talking about him.

“hey! i’m not too bad.” you laugh, “it wasn’t about you. you aren’t bad at all.” you look up, seeing rafe take his backpack off. you glance at topper to see he is confused as well. “hey rafe, what’s up?” topper questions rafe, who had just sat down at our table. “nothing much man, saw you over here and decided to join.” you laugh sarcastically, “inviting yourself to our private party?” you question, slightly joking. rafe felt an unexpected twinge of jealousy when you grouped yourself and topper together.

“i’m just kidding rafe… kind of.” you grin, topper joining in by chuckling with you. rafe awkwardly laughs along. he pulls himself together, thinking of things to say. “are you going to the football game tomorrow?” rafe waits for your response. you smile slightly, “yeah, but i’m a cheerleader so i’ll be on field.” he nods, “oh, that’s cool.” you nod awkwardly. “yeah.” he smiles subconsciously, excited to see you in a uniform. his smile disintegrates when topper confronts him. “what are you smiling for bro?” rafe stared at him, unamused. “nothing.” topper scoffs, “alright then.”

you steal looks between rafe and topper, still confused. you don’t ask any questions, you just continue eating your food. the bell rings, indicating that lunch is over. you gather up your trash, standing up. you notice rafes eyes lingering over your body. his eyes fixating between your thick thighs, and hips. you feel self conscious under his stare, so you quickly stand up and walk to the trash can. rafe follows after you, quick on his feet. he comes up to your side, much to your dismay.

“will i see you at the game tomorrow?” you turn your head to the side, “are you going to the game?” you return. he nods, “yeah.” you smile, “then you’ll probably see me.” he grins, “okay, cool.” he quickly turns around, leaving you by yourself. you were confused still, but hey, maybe having rafe as a friend would be good.

you got through the day quickly, heading immediately home. you work on homework, chores, and finally get ready for bed. before bed you prepare your uniform. you set it out, along with a jacket so you weren’t on full display at school. you wake up the next morning, putting on your uniform, along with a bow in your hair. you head to school, slightly nervous for your possible interaction with rafe.

when you arrive at school, you don’t see rafe. you only saw topper, who was eagerly heading in your direction. he smiled, standing still in front of you. “hey, good morning!” you smile, “hi tops.” the two of you talk for a bit, him walking you to class. “can i pick you up before the game?” topper asks. “sure, it has to be a little earlier than the fans. i have warm ups and stuff i have to do before the game.” he grins, “okay! just text me tonight when you want me to pick you up.” you put your hands in your jacket pocket. “okay, thanks topper!”

he walks away, and you walk into your first hour class. you go through your classes as usual, rafe not showing up. you couldn’t tell if you were disappointed or relieved, but either way it didn’t matter, you had a game you had to prepare for. you do your make up, and touch up your hair. you chug water, and began stretching. you text topper, saying he could pick you up now, if he still wanted to drive you. his response was quick and enthusiastic.

topper pulls up to your house, his music loud, and a large smile plastered on his face. “game day!!” you laugh along, repeating his words. “game day!” you open his door, hopping inside. “let’s go!” you playfully roll your eyes at his eagerness, “to the school!” topper smirks, stepping on the gas, and speeding out your driveway.

the two of you sing along to the songs on the radio, before it abruptly ends due to you two arriving at the school. he decides to stay in his car, planning on joining right when the official game starts. you skip down the field, joining your teammates. you stretch with them, before you practice the chants and dance numbers.

at six thirty, they start allowing people in. you immediately see topper hunched over the fence, him waving frantically at you. you wave back, jogging over to him. “you ready?” he asks, you bite your lip, “i guess.” he laughs at your nerves, excited for you. you glance over and see rafe. he hadn’t seen you yet. your breath gets caught in your throat, slightly scared and self conscious to see him.

topper gives you reassuring words, and out of the corner of your eye, you notice rafe had found you. rafe slowly makes his way towards topper, keeping his cool. rafe stares at you in your cheerleading uniform. his breath gets heavy, he stares, watching you talk to topper. jealously fills his chest, of course topper was here first. rafe quickly approached the two of you, eager to break the conversation up.

“hi rafe.” you smile softly, looking up at him. he smiles, “hey. good luck today.” you fiddle with your fingers, “thank you.” rafe stays silent. you hear the coaches whistle. “i got to go, i’ll talk to you when i can!” you quickly turn around, jogging back to the cheerleading circle.

rafe watches as you jog away, hes mesmerized by how well the uniform fit. he knew you would look good, but damn. he looks over at topper, who makes eye contact with him. “what’s up rafe?” topper stares at rafe, waiting for an explanation. “she is so hot.” topper scoffs, “bro, already whipped?” rafe rolls his eyes, but grins. “for her, yeah. i’d willingly be whipped.” the two boys sit on the bench, topper watching the game, and rafe watching you.

after sitting in silence, rafe speaks up. “do you think she likes me?” topper quickly glances at rafe, trying to see if he was joking or if he was serious. when topper saw he was serious, he genuinely contemplated it. “id say maybe, i mean she doesn’t shrivel up in disgust when you are around. that’s a pretty good sign.” rafe shook his head, “that’s true. that is a good sign.”

rafe admired you, you getting his full attention. on break you rush to the fence, excited to see rafe and topper. “hey!” you look up at them, “you are doing great!” topper reached down, highfiving you. “thanks!” you look over at rafe, something took you over because he actually looked hot. you bit you lip slightly, you were going to say something, but rafe beat you to it. “you look good.” rafe smirked slightly, causing heat to rise to your face. “thank you, rafe.”

you return to the group again, your heart racing. the idea of rafe made your breath heavy. you continue to chant, and preform. you occasionally looked up rafe, his eyes always focused on you. you had a low chance of being able to go to the fence again, so you focused entirely on perfecting the choreography. the crowd was cheering loudly, your hometown winning the game.

at the final quarter, your hometown won by one point. your team jumps up and down, ecstatic. you preform a final show, before you break apart. you chug water. you rush in line with the other cheerleaders, going in a straight line to high-five the football players. you smile brightly at them, telling them congrats for winning the game. most of them returned a smile, and thanked you.

after the bleachers started to empty, you decided to meet up with topper, and possibly rafe. you look around for topper but he was gone. you turn around, accidentally bumping into rafe. “oh i’m sorry.” he stares at you, “hey, by the way topper left, said he was going on a date with a girl from the cheer team.” you frown, “oh. he was my ride.” rafe smiles, “you can ride me- i mean ride with me.” you laugh lightly at his switch up, “okay. i’ll ride you.” your heart is racing, the after game adrenaline flowing through your veins, which was causing you to be bold. he smirks at you, “okay, i’d enjoy that.” you mimic his smirk, following him to his car.

he turns around, “are you sure?” you nod, “i’m sure, are you?” he is shocked by your question, “so fucking sure.”

part two will be steamy <3

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kimthwariru · 3 years ago

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Namjoon reaction—calling him a ‘friend’ when he clearly has a thing for you

❀genre: smut, a bit of fluff

❀collage au

(This was originally supposed to be a quick reaction but something happened to me and I couldn’t stop writing)

“Look, Jisoo, I’d agree with you, but then we’d both be wrong” you flash a cheeky smile at your best friend. She’s being going on and on about how this Kim Namjoon guy had a thing for you.

You can’t lie, you’ve seen him around in campus and sometimes you’d wish he would suffocate you with these thighs of his. Ugh. The perfect combo, lean yet masculine physique with a brain that actually functions for a change. You’ve seen the way these collage girls were circling him around and you can’t blame them, the guy was a catch.

But he was not your crowd of people. He was outgoing, social and had loads of what you like to call “the lad friends”. You guessed his main activities were partying and getting shitfaced every night.

You’ve talked to him a couple of times. He uses the same bench as you to read now and then. You would eventually take sneak peeks at the books he was reading, check if he had any taste or not, and the result was always better than what you expected. This guy knew books. He was not just reading what was on the best seller’s that week to look sophisticated in front of others.

When he caught you peaking he’d started having small talk with you. You swear you’ve never experienced a better conversation flow with another human being. This guy screamed comfort. He seemed genuinely curious about the things you were saying. None of that painful act of pretending to be interested just because he wanted to get laid. You had been talking with him for a month straight and aside from a few moments of some what flirty looks his actions never suggested something more.

His aura was welcoming and he always paid attention to the little things. Unlike some other shallow guys out there, he felt…different.

But how different could he really be? You’ve seen the people he hangs out with. Kim Taehyung? He had a relationship with three girls at the same time. Didn’t even apologize for being the biggest jerk in history. You’ve heard Jung Hoseok’s body count was reaching a 3 digit number AND Jeon Jungkook once fucked 4 different girls at the same night.

Just thinking about it makes you sick. It pains you to admit but there’s only one truth to this. Even if Kim Namjoon was interesting, he was definitely a person you needed to stay away from. All the data point to a big fuckboy alert!

“Come on y/n…. If he wasn’t even in the slightest interested in you then why did he tell me explicitly that he wanted you to attend the party??”

“An invitation to a party doesn’t mean anything. Besides, I’m sure I’m not his style. Have you seen the type of girls he hangs out with? Yikes.”

Jisoo smirked at you “Oh, I see you’re stalking him now?”

You shake your head “Don’t be ridiculous! We take Econ together, that’s all. What? Am I supposed to cover my eyes every time I see him?”

“Maybe you should” Jisoo came closer to you “Y/n, we’re going to that party”

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“This is a big mistake, I’ll get bored within the hour” You scream at Jisoo over the loud music.

“Don’t be a whiney ass and enjoy yourself for once” she handed you a drink.

Enjoy yourself for once. You and Jisoo’s definition of enjoying one self were clearly very different. You scan the room to look for any familiar faces you could talk to. Unfortunately, not a lot of your acquaintances attended frat parties.

Your head motion immediately pauses when you meet eyes with Namjoon across the garden. Was he looking at you this whole time? You feel your cheeks burn.

Initially, you don’t know how to react but eventually you flash him a small smile and focus back on Jisoo

“Kim Namjoon just gave me the biggest stare of all time” you say as you down your drink

“What!?” Jisoo’s eyes widened “This is the time where I say I told you so.”

You think for a second that maybe Jisoo was right all along. But that just makes the whole thing more dangerous for you. You can’t lie, Namjoon is attractive, but you knew he was trouble. Maybe he liked you today and then liked another girl tomorrow.

Suddenly, you feel a hand touch your shoulder “Hey y/n, Jisoo. Glad you guys made it” Namjoon’s low voice pierced your ears.

Jisoo gave you a look before replying to him “Hey!! We couldn’t miss such a night!” She smiled “right y/n??”

“Yeah!! Totally” you cheer kind of awkwardly.

Namjoon’s eyes fixed on you. You felt his stare eat you up. His whole presence felt angelic yet overwhelming. “Do you guys maybe want to join us? We’re sitting right by the pool”

“Oh! Sure, why not!” Jisoo answered almost immediately

You were walking towards the pool, Namjoon was pacing right next to you, he was so close to the point where you could sort of smell his cologne. You swear you could get drunk off his scent.

“I have to be honest, I didn’t think you’d actually come” He chuckled

“Are you disappointed?” You teased and raised an eyebrow.

You see a dimple smile making its appearance, how can this dude be so incredibly hot and cute at the same time? “I think pleasantly surprised would be the right way to put it”

Why do you feel like you can not breath? He hasn’t said much, yet you feel yourself burn up all of a sudden. “Good to know” you smile back.

“Joon! You have to see this” was the first thing Taehyung yelled when you arrived to the place where the guys were sitting “12 o’clock, Hobi making out with Mina from 3rd year. Can you believe it? After two years of trying to get it, he finally succeeds”

Of course the main talk is girls. No surprise there.

“Jungkook bitch, you owe me 20 bucks” Taehyung eyed Jungkook

Your expression screamed disgust. Apparently, Namjoon noticed “They are not as bad as they seem” he elbowed you.

You give him and awkward laugh “I’ll take your word for it” You lie.

“Guys, this is Jisoo and y/n. Can you stop trying to head lock each other and say hello? You’re embarrassing me” Namjoon introduced the pair of you to the boys who were still arguing about the bet.

“Oh, hey girls.” Taehyung paused to inspect Jisoo’s face. “Hey, business and shipping? Ain’t it?”

“Oh, yeah, right!” Jisoo smiled

“Hyung aren’t you taking that class for like the third time? How many times can you fail you recon?” Jungkook teased him and Taehyung answered by giving him a slap on the shoulder.

“Hey y/n, do you want to go grab a drink? I think you’ll need it if you are to tolerate these guys” Namjoon offered.

“I trust you know best” you smile and quickly follow behind him. His shoulders wide and his muscles very visible even through his airy shirt. This guy was a whole statue.

“By the way, I’ve never seen you at parties before. I think I saw you once at the December ball but that’s about it. Not really a big fan of these kind of things, are you?” He suddenly said. You can’t really decode his words. How did Kim Namjoon know you even went to the December ball? You’re pretty sure you didn’t even talk to him that night.

“Interested in me much?” You give him a cheeky smile but he was just looking at you, a couple of seconds passed without him responding “I’m only joking! It’s true I don’t really attend these sort sort of things.”

“And what do you do for fun miss y/n?” He laughs and you swear if you could bottle the sound and get drunk on it you would.

“Oh you’ll think I’m lame”

“Try me” he said in a serious tone while starring right through your eyes. Suddenly, your body felt too heavy for your legs to bear. How can he get to you like that?

“Okay…” You start, him looking at you like that didn’t help control your train of thought, but you manage to get a hold of yourself “So you know that little corner cafe on willow street? Every Friday they have these comedy music nights. A guy-“

“Park Jihoon and the little funny guitar, yeah! I used to go there every Friday during my freshman years! Do they still do that old thing? I swear the pun with the atom never failed to make my day.” He started laughing again.

“Whoah what? You’re telling me you’ve been to the shrieking shack?” That place was a little treasure you’d found earlier this year. It was an amazingly cozy place, perfect during the cold winter time. The staff were all so kind and wore these big oversized colorful ties. But the people going there were all much older than you. You’ve never heard someone your age talk about that place. Let alone a person like Namjoon.

“Careful how you talk to a veteran y/n. I’ve basically helped to build the place” he chuckled.

“Y/n is that you?” A familiar voice greeted you.

“Jimin! Oh my god, hey! It’s been ages since I’ve seen you!” You hug him.

Jimin was a great soul, he majored in contemporary dance and ballet. He had been traveling for the past couple of years enrolling in some extra ballet classes in the magical city of Paris. You envied him for his talent and admired him for his passion.

“Girl, you have to come visit me. You’ll love Europe!”

“I would also LOVE to have some money in my wallet” you laugh “Oh Jimin, this is my friend, Namjoon. We go to collage together”

Namjoon gave you a look and soon after shook Jimin’s hand “What’s up. Nice to meet you”

“Nice to meet you too! But y/n, I’m so so sorry, I have to go. I was actually on my way out just now. I sort of uhm, have a thing-you know” he coughed “I’m leaving in two weeks, can we please meet before that?”

You knew Jimin was probably off to his ex boyfriends house. They broke up before Jimin left for Paris but every time he got back he’d have a couple of hookups with him. “Oh yeah! I bet you’ve got something very important right now, you better go quickly” you teased him “I’ll text you tomorrow, ok?”

Jimin laughed so much his eyes were barely visible “definitely! text me! I’ll be off then! Bye mister Kim Namjoon” he playfully said and was out of your sight a second later.

“You two seem…close” Namjoon suddenly commented

“Yeah! We were! But he has been studying abroad for like two years now.”

Namjoon’s facial expression was quite enigmatic “Did you guys ever… you know”

“Oh no no no.” You pause to make a small chuckle “Jimin isn’t exactly interested in, well, girls like me, or to be exact, girls in general”

Namjoon’s eyes widened and he immediately bursted into laughter “oh… I see” he made a pause “So tell me then, how come the old soul that never goes to parties finally attends one?”

You feel your cheeks burn red. Partly because the reason you went was him. You don’t know why, but the past month you and Namjoon hit it off very well and you wanted to test Jisoo’s crazy theory, you wanted to make sure for yourself if Namjoon was interested in you or not. Now the problem was, even if it turned out he did like you, you didn’t know what you’d do exactly. Namjoon was a really nice guy, but he didn’t come without his red flags.

“Just wanted to try something different, I guess”

“And how’s that 'different' treating you so far?”

What could you possibly tell him? That you have enjoyed every minute you guys have been talking? That you think that just by staring at you he could make you feel things no other guy could? You barely can admit all of that to yourself. “I think pleasantly surprised is the right way to put it” you repeat his words from before.

You see him smile at that. “You know what y/n? I’m really happy you came”

How can he make your heart beat so fast with just one sentence? “Oh really? And why is that?”

“I don’t know, I guess… I just like talking to you, you know? Whenever I’m around you I feel at ease, like I can tell you anything. I feel different when I’m with you, but in a good way”

“Wow” that sound escaped your lips without your consent

Namjoon laughed “Why? Is it too weird?”

“No! Definitely not weird, more like, I don’t know, surprising?”

“In what way?”

“Well you’re… Kim Namjoon, you’re the 2021 class president and you’re like the most popular guy in the whole campus right now.” You made a pause “And I’m just..-“

“The most interesting girl I’ve ever met” he cuts you off

The way he was looking down at you made butterflies grow in your stomach “You really think so?”

He gently grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him “I know so” he leaned down, you swear his eyes had the whole galaxy painted inside of them. You couldn’t even breath properly at this point. Kim Namjoon was too close and the only thing you were thinking about was how well his kiss would feel “God, you’re so beautiful” he said and pulled you in for a soft, gentle kiss.

You couldn’t believe your senses. Kim Namjoon was kissing you and you really thought the earth had stopped spinning right then and there. You could feel his big palms traveling up and down your back.

His kiss was breathless, jubilant, filled with the joy of life, and you should stop him, he is no good to you, you know that, but his scent is delightful and his lips are so warm.

Unconsciously, your hands reach the inside of his shirt. His skin hot and soft at the touch.

"y/n" he practically moans your name, and just the sound makes your knees go week "Don't do that, I don't think I'll be able to stop"

"Who said anything about stopping?" You say and go back to kiss him even more passionately this time.

“There’s a lot of people here, my room is upstairs, would you perhaps want to-“

“Yes.” You immediately say. You don’t care about anything anymore, you’d let your future self deal with the consequences of today’s actions. The only thing that has been lingering in your mind is how good he’d feel inside of you.

The moment you’re finally alone in his room, he lifts you up, swinging you around and kissing you. It was like a dream. Namjoon was everything you wanted. Your reluctance about getting with him didn’t matter any more, the tingly feeling in your stomach overtook every single bit of hesitation you had. You needed him.

“God, you’re lovely” he exhaled

He looks at you as he sinks you down on the bed. Planting a soft kiss before his hands quickly begun to peel away clothes, yanking his belt loose, fumbling hurriedly at his trousers.

You look at his lips tracing your skin and the faint moisture left behind, you look at his muscly arms as he lifts you up and sinks you down again, you look at him looking at you, with eyes brighter than the sun itself. Was this all a dream?

When your dress was finally off he undoes your bra clasp on the way down. Slowly planting kisses on your collarbone, the tops of your breasts, your sternum, and you arched you back as you were needy for more.

His lips finally reach your nipples .Your boobs smooth under his hands, your nipple firm under his tongue, and there, that makes you squirm again, a little more insistently this time.

“Fuck, I’m so fucking wet right now, I feel it” You moan

You see him raise an eyebrow. A vivid smirk painted on his face “Let’s check, shall we?”

He splays his hand low across your belly, and the first brush of his thumb over your clit makes you breathe in sharply and him forget to breathe at all.

“I’m your friend?” He breaths in, his voice dangerously low

“Oh come on” You manage to say in between moans “what was I supposed to tell Jimin?”

His strokes and flicks are light and teasing, his thumb carefully circling around your clit. He gives you a slow, constant, unyielding pressure that makes your breath come up short, makes your toes curl in the effort not to move.

“I’m gonna fuck the word ‘friend’ right out of your pretty little mouth” he covers your mouth with an intense kiss before slipping two fingers of his free hand inside of you, and you makes a noise like triumph and want all wrapped up together. If his fingers felt like this, you can’t imagine how his dick felt like.

“Hmm?” He doesn’t look up, he keeps his eyes on his hands, on you, spread out beneath him “You like that baby?”

God, just the way the word 'baby' sounded coming from his mouth could make you come right this second. You look at him, his eyes look as hungry as his voice sounded. This dude was out of this world.

“Please Namjoon, I want it, I want you inside of me right now”

Namjoon lowered his underwear, and simply pressed his hard member on your slit. You could feel his balls softly caressing your clit as he made subtle movements while kissing you. “Such a needy little thing” he teases “Tell me how bad you want my cock inside of you”

“Oh..” you moan “I’d do anything, please…give it to me… fuck me like you own me” you whined as you used your pussy to caress his length up and down. He seemed to enjoy they way you touched him.

“Fuck y/n… that feels so good” he rests his forehead on yours.

“Imagine what my inside will feel then” you whisper in his ear “I’m such a tight good girl” you move your mouth in front of his, bitting his bottom lip as he growled when he felt your movement grow faster

“Fucking hell” he immobilized your body with his hands and pressed you down to the bed. He immediately shoves his dick inside you, filing you up to the brim before staying there for a couple of seconds and then pulling out completely. That movement made your vagina crave to be filled all the way up again.

“More” you whine, a dopey expression all over your face. You were so needy of him, but you didn’t care.

He lowered his left hand towards your thigh and gave it a big squeeze, kissing you aggressively while doing so. He quickly braced himself back into you, you felt your walls completely wrap around his member. It felt magical.

His strokes long and steady in the beginning. Every time he went in and out completely you felt the pit of your stomach burn in pleasure. Namjoon was doing everything right, you can’t lie to yourself, this is the best sex you’ve ever had. Normally with other guys you don’t even come close to coming, but now, you feel yourself trying not to do so.

“You like my dick being inside of you baby?” He plants a small kiss on your neck and goosebumps run down your spine.

‘Like’ was nowhere near good enough of a word to explain how much the sensation of him thrusting his hard member in and out of you made you feel. “I love it Namjoon… I just love it…”

Your words must’ve turned Namjoon even more on, because his pace immediately started becoming faster and sloppier. Every time your skin touched a loud sound could be heard. Namjoon was thrusting deeper and deeper into you, and every time he’d fill you up completely you’d cry out his name.

“Ah, I like my name so much better when you fucking moan it like that” he says and started shoving his dick inside of you like crazy. You could tell he was close to coming, and so were you.

It wasn’t long until you felt your walls clenching and your toes curling. The sensation overtook all of your body, it was mad… your heart beat uncontrollable. Namjoon made you feel a completely new range of emotions.

“Ah y/n, I can feel you cumming all over my dick” his voice cracky, You could see how turned on he was by all of this, by you. “Fuck” he shoved harder “You’re so” harder “fucking hot”

Namjoon stopped and pulled out immediately spreading his cum all over your tummy. The sight was breathtaking, you’ve never found a man so attractive while coming before, but then, Namjoon is no ordinary man.

He quickly grabs a couple of tissues and wipes you clean before laying on top of you again, placing another soft kiss this time. His hand playing with your hair. You were both naked and sweaty and a mess but it felt so magical. You wrapped your hands around his broad shoulders, pulling him even closer to you. You didn’t want even a centimeter of distance between you and him.

He suddenly stopped kissing you and simply stared at your eyes. After a minute or two, or maybe three, you're not really sure, time didn't exist right now, he tacked a string of hair behind your left ear.

“Y/n, let me take you on a date. Please. I know you don’t normally go out with guys like me, but I swear I’ll make it worth your while-“

“Park Jihoon and the little funny guitar. How does that sound? Or are you too good for the shrieking shack now?” You chuckled

“I’d love that” he smiled, making your heart melt a little.

#bts reactions #namjoon reaction #namjoon fanfic #bts fan fiction #bts fanfiction #bts fan fic #namjoon imagine #bts imagines #bts scenarios #namjoon scenarios #bts college au #bts smut #bts fluff #namjoon smut #namjoon fluff #namjoon fic

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n1k1tty · 3 years ago

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keep it on the down low - nishimura riki

╰─ ever since you were selected as riki’s next partner for his upcoming dance collab, you may or may not have developed feelings for each other. but despite their companies not really supporting dating in their idol's careers, both riki and y/n tried to keep it on the down low. key word: tried

pairings: idol! riki x idol! reader

genre: fluff

It was around 2 am in the morning when you and Riki decided to stay for a little bit more to finish up the first part of the song.

"1 2 3 4, 5 6 7 8" Riki counts as you both move in sync, he smiles at your worn out figure laying down on the ground "tired? we can wrap this up if you want to"

He sits down next to you, handing you his cup of cold water. Your mind secretly going on frantic over his little gesture "Let's just finish this last part and i'm heading home- unless you're tired too-" you sip the water, sitting up.

"-Nah, nah i'm not tired yet" He shakes his head. crap, did that sound too desperate? Riki asks himself, trying his best to not make it seem like he was avoiding your gaze

"Alright then, 2:30 we'll leave" You say, walking towards the table as you place the cup. Riki seriously didn't know how calm and collected you were especially with just the two of you alone, together. No managers, no members, nada.

You start playing the music, feeling yourself getting more exhausted each minute that passed by. Sloppily moving your body with the rhythm. Of course that didn't go unnoticed by Riki.

As the song ended, you both face each other. It was a part of the dance, but your face being barely an inch from Riki's wasn't. You both froze, not knowing what to do. Well, facing a different way was another solution, but neither of you wanted to do that, let's be honest.

At this moment, Riki didn't give a shit.

He grabbed you by the waist, faces inching closer by the second. But before your lips could touch—

“This one is for the boys with the boomin syst— Riki? Y/n?” Heeseung takes a second to blink, eyes refusing to see what he was seeing “I uh, I gotta go. My manager is asking if i’m at home. See you Riki, Bye Heeseung” You hurriedly pack your things, face red from embarrassment and the thought of you and Riki almost kissing.

“Hyung— I can explain—“ Riki walks towards him, trying to grab his hand “—Riki calm down, I wont tell” Heeseung chuckles, patting Riki’s bag “If you don’t know where my airpods are, then go walk her home. She’s not supposed to be out at this hour alone. I’ll take your stuff back to the dorm aight?”

“Oh gosh” you groaned, dragging your feet as you rethink what had happened “What should I do?” You pull your hair.

Just as you were about to turn to the corner you hear him call your name ‘No Riki! This is not the time!’ you panicked, but just before you could act as if you didn’t hear him, he taps you by the shoulder “Riki, just what the hell are you thinking chasing me right at this hour!?” You whisper-yell at him “I was just worried about you walking home at 3 am. Your company sucks for not getting you a driver”

“No I told them I could walk home” You chuckle, in Riki’s eyes you seemed so bothered. Noticing the way you dragged your feet and messy hair “Everything okay?” He asked, facing you

“Riki we’re doomed! Heeseung knows, and maybe dispatch is somewhere out there already taking pictures of us at this mome—”

He giggles “So what?” You gasp, mouth open. You seriously couldn’t believe this kid.

“So what?! Ugh, why do I even put up with you” facepalming as you groan

“Heeseung hyung said he wouldn’t tell, and I don’t care about dispatch, engenes know how close we are and does your fans. They’ll think this is a friendly gesture” Riki reassures you as he looked at the stars, finding peace within your presence.

“So don’t worry okay? Everything will be alright. And if they ever suspect anything, I’ll try to find a way to get us out of it” He stops by your doorstep “Well, this is your dorm, good night y/n—”

Without a thought running through your mind, you pecked Riki Nishimura. Immediately trying to unlock the door “Good night Riki” You smile, squealing once you closed it “I saw that” Ningning smirks. There goes your money.

—

It was the following week after your collaboration with Riki was released and so far everything was going great. Both your fans really liked the content you both made, appreciating your talents and especially loved your ‘friendship’

Riki was right, everything was going to be alright. No dispatch and no suspicions from the fans and both companies.

And ever since that night, you and Riki had decided to make it official. Both agreeing to keep it a secret for now until you were both ready.

Thankfully the fans recognized the playful personalities and cherished your friendship, making videos like “Y/n and Riki being chaotic in their (collab) behind” and “Riki and Y/n being the best friends everyone would want” Of course, your companies noticed the sudden increase of popularity for both groups and proposed an idea of having each other in shows, and other things that could possibly make you interact more. Almost immediately, you both were very supportive of the idea and agreed to do more shows.

—

You guys had an episode to go to the beach with the other Enhypen members. As you were filming the things that you were packing, Riki knocks on your door “Oh? Riki came~” you cooed, smiling at the sight of his head peaking through the door “Y/n! You’re packing more than necessary” He laughs, looking at the big pile of folded clothes.

After a few minutes, you decided to stop filming. Immediately throwing yourself into Riki’s arms “Are you excited?” you asked, rubbing circles on his back “not really— I mean yeah i kinda am but what if the other members—”

He pouts at the sound of you laughing “No ones gonna steal me Nishimura Riki. If that’s what you’re worried about” you squished his cheeks

“Now help me pick which swim suit I should wear”

“Okay :D” He gladly says, sitting patiently as you start gathering the options.

So far, filming with enhypen was fun, you got to play games in the pool, grill meat, answering mini interviews the other members held, you enjoyed it all.

Of course the trip wouldn’t be complete without you and Riki flirting with each other once in a while. Which caught both your fans attention, posting overly suspicious interactions between you and Riki. Leaving comments like “act surprised when they reveal that they’re dating” and “OKAY CAN WE TALK ABOUT: Y/n casually wrapping her arms around Riki’s neck while just staring at each other in today’s behind” all around twitter.

Jungwon being active on all social media platforms didn’t help either, resulting to him realizing that you and Riki were more than just friends. Soon enough the other members figure it out as well, silently sitting back and enjoying you both so oblivious towards the fact that everyone knew.

Meanwhile, you and Riki thought you were doing an excellent job at keeping it a secret. While resting on the same bed watching a movie, your manager barges in, shoving the phone into both your faces “Nishimura Riki, care to explain?”

A screenshot of Dispatch tweeting about your guy’s relationship is trending on twitter, following a few screenshots of fans posting about your relationship.

Your heart drops

His manager chuckled, “I already knew. Just came to tell you CEO Bang supports it and would like to have a meeting about confirming it”

Long story short, you both did agree to publicize your relationship and was extremely happy to hear that the fans supported you both

yall, i dont rlly like how i wrote this :( but i rlly missed posting so…. I SWEAR ILL MAKE BETTER ONES. i just need to find my motivation to do so :)

#enhypen #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fluff #enhypen x reader #enhypen x reader fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen riki #riki fluff #enhypen niki #niki fluff #enhypen niki fluff #n1k1tty: riki m.list !

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losingherface · 3 years ago

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I have the moon

Warnings: Quick ish Smut, 18+

Info : It’s Ellie and readers first night at their new house, that used to be Joel’s.

A/n: srry if it’s terrible, i’ve been busy and just not in the mood to write if i’m being honest but yeahhh also I would love to have requests that obviously fit within the story line because I’m getting a bit dry :))

•

The boxes were full and ready to go. It took about a month to pack up and completely move into Joel’s farmhouse.

It was strange seeing your apartment empty. You had lived here on your own for so many years before Ellie came along. The furniture had changed over the years, and pretty much everything did due to Ellie moving in, having dogs, they suddenly die, having cats, and they suddenly died as well. But this time, it was finally empty, it looked like it did when you had first bought it. It looked like you kept it the same all these years.

You handed the key to your landlord, Britt, she was always fun and kept you company before Ellie, when you were depressed about your job, or anything really. It was hard seeing you go and you felt the same of course. She held you in the tightest hug and it felt like a stab in your heart. But you wanted this, so you weren’t really worried about how you’d feel in a few days.

Ellie waited for you in the car. When you got inside, you immediately noticed the constant smile on her face, she would try hiding it but you could tell, and god that made you feel so good.

It was a long month. From the wedding, to Joel dying, and now this, moving five hours from the city into a rural town where you two would be basically separated from everything, it was a lot. Now you were ready to get to your new home and nap it all off.

•

Jesse, Dina, Tommy, and Maria had all helped move us in throughout the week, and make things comfortable for us. Dina couldn’t get over the countryside and Jesse was irritated by her constantly whining to move closer to us as their baby, JJ, spilled his juice everywhere and made a mess. You were ready for them to leave. Reaching over to pull JJ away, from potentially making another huge mess, Dina calls you to the kitchen.

You were close to losing your temper but instead just ignored it, maybe Ellie will do something.

“Yea?”

“I love these counters, I have a friend if you guys ever need a renovator.” Dina told you as she took out something from the oven, your attention immediately going there.

“Yea I know, What’s that in the oven?”

“My special banana bread, so you can think of me when we leave.”

It was literally all you wanted right now.

“Thanks Dina. I’m going to miss you. And that baby of yours.”

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As for Ellie, she had been fine, for the most part. She hadn’t completely opened up about how she was feeling but you knew it was passing by. Passing by as in, she was accepting that she’ll never talk to Joel again, not that she’s getting over it and forgetting about him- she’ll never forget him, it was her dad. There was a glow that sat beautifully on her face and it was the same glow she had when you two got married, when you two would be in each other’s presence. It seemed that was her way of telling you but not telling you either that she was content and you loved it.

Your head peaked out of the kitchen once again to look at Ellie, JJ and Jesse in the living room. Ellie had been playing with JJ and you couldn’t help but lose your train of thought. It was so cute when she did that.

•

Dina, Jesse, and JJ were finally leaving. You were going to miss your best friend as she wasn’t just down the street anymore, she was five hours away. Her baby was getting older, and soon it was time she would have to start paying full attention to him so the chances of regular communication were getting lower.

You couldn’t help but feel a little heartbroken.

•

After everyone left, you devoured the banana bread with a large cup of milk, leaning over the counter, nitpicking everything in your head about this house.

You remembered Ellie had been setting up her art room, it was a nice size and way better than the balcony at the apartment. You cleaned yourself up and walked to the room.

The door was slightly open and the room had been quiet, only Ellie’s humming being heard.

You knocked on the door.

“Come in.” Ellie said softly and you walked in. Shutting the door behind you, trying to not disturb the peacefulness.

“It’s late, do you want to come to bed?” You asked as you watched her draw yet another portrait of Joel.

She yawned and put down her pencil. She didn’t answer your question and instead walked over to you and hugged your waist while kissing down your soft neck. She pulled away, “Let’s go.” She stretched her long arm out for you as she opened the door, leading you to your new bedroom.

The bedroom was large, with a walk in closet, a bathroom and a beautiful large window that wasn’t covered with curtains for the purpose of the countryside view.

The room was obviously empty only with a bed that had pastel yellow sheets Maria had bought. You sat down on the bed as Ellie followed. She sat and watched you take off your pants leaving you only in your underwear and a slightly large shirt, Ellie had done the same only her top half was completely bare.

•

It was the middle of the night in the new house, the first night you two had slept there. It had a creepy feel to it. It was quiet and dark, the only light coming from the large window you had been facing. From the window where you had been lying down, you got a nice view of the farm and the night sky, and also an occasional few cars that would pass by.

It was so hot that you had been fighting with the blankets all night, whether they should be on or off. Looking over at Ellie, she had seemed to be sleeping like a baby. You continue to look at the window while laying down, eyes wandering all over the place. The time was 2:00 a.m. It was going to be a long night.

Sweat begins forming on your back, causing you to pull your shirt off, now only in your undergarments.

“I’m going to go look for a fan. I think he had one in the attic.” Ellie just randomly blurs out causing you to look at her, startled.

“Please, baby it’s so hot.” You say as you lean over to the small chair beside the bed and grab the water bottle, desperately chugging it again. As you did that, Ellie leaves to look for a fan.

•

What had felt like forever, Ellie finally arrives with a fan. It was a decent size and was perfect. As Ellie plugs it in, you unclip your bra and let all of the cool air hit you before lying back in the bed, covering yourself with the blanket.

You hear Ellie rumbling into bed, a lot closer than before, wrapping her arm around your body, pulling you closer. It felt so nice to have her this close, as she really hadn’t been willing to for a few months. Also with the heat, you’d just hate being that close.

Ellie takes her warm and soft lips, and presses it on your neck. Kissing you up and down, you closed your eyes hoping she wasn’t just giving you a goodnights kiss but wanted more.

You pull your blanket down from your face to show her your exposed breasts, ready to be caressed and sucked on (lmfao idk how else to say it).

She looks at you with a slight smile before kissing your temple. “Please..” You whisper, grabbing her head with both of your hands, she knew exactly what you wanted. You adjusted your position, lying on your back, waiting for Ellie to slip under the sheet.

Ellie and you hadn’t been together like this in a while, considering everything she’s been through and the missed honeymoon. You can see it on Ellie’s face, she felt so good at this moment. Her face was lit up and the light coming from the night sky reflected on her face.

Ellie kissing down your neck, you move your hand over to caress her soft, slightly greasy hair. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, you whisper, “I love you.” She breaks the kiss, whispering the same back to you before continuing to kiss, getting lower with each one.

At this point, you both knew exactly where this was going, it was one of Ellie’s favorite ways to make you smile. You spread your legs a bit further, allowing Ellie to have some space. You desperately throw the blanket off of the both of you to be able to see her. Her strong hands hold down both of your legs, her eyes lock with yours as she begins licking you right where you wanted her to. Your eyes begin to look drowsy as Ellie begins to pick up the pace. As you moan loudly, you notice Ellie smiling at you making your sounds every once and a while. Seeing her do that made you want more, you loved seeing her that way. You throw your head back into the fluffy, white pillow, grabbing onto anything that was in your region as Ellie relentlessly pleased you with her wet, warm tongue.

you were a mess and by the time you were able to let it all out over Ellie’s sweaty face, you were covered in your own sweat, sitting up on elbows, looking at Ellie get up and move towards you.

Ellie grabbed the blanket nearby and covered you and herself up. You immediately wrap your body around hers, pressing light kisses to her face.

“I forgot how much I love doing that.” Ellie says as you slowly begin to open your eyes.

You propped your head up on your elbow, leaning into Ellie more, caressing your hard, short nails up and down her back. “It looked like you really needed that.”

“Yeah, I think us moving into this house, and getting to do that, makes me feel better.” Ellie struggled to say but it was genuine and you knew she’d be back on her feet again in about another week.

You didn’t know what to say, Ellie’s smile forming on her face effortlessly put you in awe and it left you there once again, staring at her because sometimes that’s all you could do. She appreciated it either way.

A/N: I suck at comforting ppl irl and it rlly shows in these stories, and this took me long cuz I can’t bring myself to write smut correctly so i was a little insecure but whatevererrr

#the last of us 2 #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #i love lesbians

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a-simple-imagine · 4 years ago

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An Afterthought pt.2

Synopsis: Maeve shows up on your doorstep one night all sad and what not then leaves. Now it’s your turn to try and make amends.

Pairing: Queen Maeve x fem!reader

Words: 4.1+

A/N - Did someone call for an angsty part 2 to a story i put out almost a year ago?? I got a fair few requests for this so here it is. I hope you enjoy it sorry if you don’t. request are open btw.

Warning - Swearing, violence and a very brief mention of zombies.

Part 1

Thoughts about Maeve are more frequent as of late. What was once just a passing thought as you spotted her face on magazine covers or painted on walls now became bothersome. What exactly had brought her to your doorstep that night? It had just been so unexpected. It left you so painfully curious for answers. There had to be more to the story. Not to mention, you also found yourself missing here once again: more so than before. A deep ache that came from an old forgotten wound that had begun to heal through time. A week had passed before you decided to do something stupid. It's amazing what you can find out online these days.

A bright sun sat high in the sky which left the air dry and you feeling warm. The hustle and bustle of city life was always your least favourite thing about living here and it was even worse today. Crowds of people stand behind a barrier that was maned by a few security guards. Did these people not having anything better to do than gawk at supes all day? You had basically scrubbed the internet to find out where she would be today which lead to a Twitter thread between someone called @MAEVESWIFE and @maelander who were talking about a vought commercial being shot outside the tower today. Queen Maeve and Homelander would both be there. But at least you personally knew here unlike these guys. It was kind of cool how many people idolised them. Working your way through the crowd, you earned some very dirty looks for trying to get to the front. Homelander and Maeve were in fact stood before a crew of people and a few cameras, smiling brightly and saying something you couldn't quite hear. Maeve seemingly spots you among the crowd so you wave a little. It was hard to figure out if she was happy or furious but she signals for a break and charged towards you. The crowd erupts with excitement as the Queen herself graces them with her presence and Homelander trails behind her. The woman offers nothing but polite smiles to the adoring fans as she takes your hand leading you along the length of the barrier and over to the threshold. It was safe to say that just about everyone who was still standing behind the security guards was very pissed off that you were getting special treatment.

"What are you doing here?" She growls through gritted teeth and a plastered on smile that disappears once you're out of view from prying eyes.

"I wanted to see you after-"

"Who's this?" You both turn to him and then back to each other.

"Oh my god, it's Homelander," You express, plastering on your brightest smile. Tall, Muscular with an award-winning smile. Bright blue eyes and silky blonde hair. The one and only Homelander walks up beside the two of you. It was almost humbling to be standing before the leader of the seven. He was so powerful- they both were and you were nothing short of ordinary.

"This is a closed set,"

Maeve didn't seem to know what to say exactly so you take it upon yourself to introduce yourself to him as her friend. Although you weren't even sure you could call yourself that at this point. It was a complicated relationship and considering you had broken up, it was the most appropriate label.

"Oh, She has never mentioned you,"

You're about to answer when Maeve takes your arm abruptly and pulls you away from the man. "Will you give us a second,"

A little confused, you give him a little wave goodbye paired with an awkward little smile. His eyes seem to trail after you but you think nothing of it.

"He's taller than expected," You muse aloud as attention falls back to your ex-girlfriend. Arms crossed over her chest and with a less than favourable expression on her face, it's pretty clear she isn't happy. Now she knows what it's like to have an ex show up unannounced.

"What do you want?" Maeve whisper yells at you. "I'm a little busy."

"I know just..." A quick glance to Homelander who had returned to his adoring fans. He had superhearing so you were pretty sure he could still hear you anyway. "after the other night I wanted to make sure you were okay."

"I'm fine."

"If everything was fine you wouldn't show up on my doorstep." A casual shrug of your shoulders. Maeve may be able to fake a smile for the cameras but it was always pretty obvious to you when she was lying to you.

"I said I'm fine. You need to leave."

"Maeve," A soft sigh leaves your lips and you take her hand in yours; brushing your thumb over the back of her hand. "You can talk to me."

"Leave," She growls, pulling her hand away. "Please."

"We need to talk about the other night- you at least owe me that."

With a deep breath, Maeve turns on her heel and begins to walk away. "I'm busy,"

For a moment you just watched her walk away then jogged after her. "Then we can talk later- you could come by tonight? I'll even make dinner."

"Fine. Now leave."

This time you let her walk away and continue making her little advertisement. You wouldn't admit to her that you stuck around a little longer. Even got a chance to talk to Homelander a little before heading home. Chill dude, if not a little intimidating. Maybe it had been a stupid idea to invite your ex-girlfriend over for dinner but you wanted to get to the bottom of all this. You were actually a little nervous for her to arrive. Cooking had never been your specialty but you wanted everything to be perfect. A quick stop on the way home to buy groceries, you worked on dinner since getting home. pacing around as you waited for her to arrive. And waited. And waited. and waited. Lucky for the uneasy feeling that had settled in your stomach, Maeve didn't show up. It probably should have been expected. She had never been the most reliable person unless she was saving the world apparently.

A loud bang has you stirring awake before the sun. It was probably just the neighbours; a loud groan as you bury your face into the covers to go back to sleep. But the banging doesn't stop and you soon realise it's your door. Rolling over, you check your phone to see it's four in the morning. What could anyone want at this time in the morning? Dragging yourself from under the protection of the duvet, you cautiously head to the door. Peaking through the peephole to see... Queen Maeve. "Just give me a chance."

A chance? You weren't sure she deserved any more of those but you still unlock the door and pull it open. Glancing over her as she offers up a smile. Does she ever wear anything other than her armour? "Chances comes after nine am." You protest putting what little strength you had into trying to close the door. It was effortless on her end to keep it open.

"You invited me over, remember?"

"I invited you over for dinner, Maeve. No sane person has dinner at four in the morning."

"I forgot I had a team-up with Black Noir- Just let me in."

With a defeated sigh, you step aside and retire to the couch. Slumped down against the cushions, your head falls back as your eyes flutter closed. The click of your door infers she follows you inside.

"Tired?"

"Mhmm." You hum, nodding nonchalantly.

"Do you want me to make you some coffee?" Maeve suggests and again, you nod. She was familiar with the apartment so she knew where everything was but it still felt a little odd to have her wandering around with such familiarity. Who just shows up this early for a serious talk? A silence comes between the two of you. She may have attempted to keep the conversation going in between asking if you wanted coffee and delivering it to you but you didn't notice. Sitting up as a hand is gently placed against your shoulder, she hands over a large mug.

Blowing gently over the top before you take a tentative sip; warmth radiated from the liquid as it slips down your throat. Maeve joins you, perching on the edge of the couch as if she was ready to leave again. Maybe she was now regretting her decision to visit. You were kind of regretting opening the door instead of just going back to sleep instead. Since you were up anyway, might as well make the most of it.

"I can- I can make you breakfast or something if you want? Since you... missed dinner."

"Oh great, yeah," Maeve responds.

"What would you like? Cereal, toast, pancakes maybe?"

"Pancakes would be great." Of course, they would. She had to pick the option that required the most effort. You didn't mind making her something as much as you just didn't want to get up.

"Alright just... give me a moment to wake up."

"You won't wake up if you keep trying to go back to sleep," A snarky remark that earned her a small smile, your middle finger shoots up in response. The two of you just sit in silence together and every few seconds or so you'd take a sip of the coffee she made. It was all feeling a little awkward. Placing the mug down on the coffee table, you rise and get started on making breakfast. Maeve moves from the couch to the kitchen table, fiddling with the little salt and pepper shakers that always resided there. You don't know what to say and clearly, neither does she.

"So... how are things?" You question as you whisk the mixture together.

"I'm fine, I guess" She shrugs a little. You can't help but sigh a little. "What?"

"Nothing," you insist, grabbing the frying pan and place it over a medium heat; Adding a blob of butter and some oil. "If you don't want to talk Maeve then why did you bother to come over?"

Placing down the salt and pepper shaker with a clink, her attention falls to you. "because you asked."

"Yeah, I asked to talk about the other night. You were clearly messed up."

"Why is it so hard to believe I was just looking to fuck?" It was really hard to believe but rather that you just knew it wasn't true. You were pretty sure Maeve had her choice of partners should she require one. So why come to your door?

"Because I'm not stupid" You pour the mixture into the pan with a satisfying sizzle. "I know you well enough to know that's bull."

"Maybe you don't know me as well as you thought."

Flipping the pancake over, you're taken back by her comment. Did you know Maeve as well as you thought? You had never expected her to just up and leave you one day and she did? She lived an entire superhero life that you knew nothing about. Maeve had always been pretty private when it came to that side of herself. You make another couple of pancakes before serving her up a plate.

"You aren't eating?"

"Too early," you return, taking up the seat opposite her. You watch as her fork pierce the surface of the pancake, cutting off a small piece and pop it into her mouth.

"Taste okay?"

"They're good," Mouth hidden behind the palm of her hand as she mumbled through her food. It lowered a moment later. "I came over because my job is hard. I was the in the area, I was having a tough day."

"A tough day?" Getting any sort of details out of her was like pulling teeth. Why was she so reluctant to speak to you? If she didn't want to have this conversation she should have just no turned up like she hadn't for dinner. Would have saved the effort and you could be sleeping right now.

"Yeah,"

"That's that then." Hands slap against the table as you rise from the seat. No point in sticking around if this wasn't going anywhere. "Case closed. When you're finished just leave the plate in the sink, I'm going back to bed."

"Seriously?"

"You woke me up at four am just to tell me you had a bad day. Shit, I have plenty of bad days, I don't show up at Vought tower." You start walking back towards your bedroom although your slow, hesitant even like you were just waiting for an excuse to turn back.

"I really was having a bad day," she repeats. "Really bad. And all I could think about was seeing you." And getting drunk, guess she just conveniently forgot about that part. There were many moments although brief where you were having a hard time and you thought about going to see Maeve. She used to be such a big part of your life it was almost an instinct to return to her for comfort. You never actually did obviously. As pathetic as her explanation was, it brought you back to the dining table. "Can I ask you something?"

"Depends."

"What's the worst thing you could ever imagine?"

"Huh?" What kind of question was that?

"Just answer it,"

Your mouth opens but no answer comes to mind at all. You were more curious about the reason behind it. It's too early for philosophical debates and it had nothing to do with anything you had been talking about. "uh, I don't know... post-apocalyptic zombie invasion, maybe?"

"Can you take this seriously?"

"I am," you huff. It was a stupid question anyway. "Zombies-"

"really freak you out, I remember." Strange thing to remember. It couldn't have come up in conversation often. It was a little funny the small things people remembered about each other. "I meant something that could actually happen though. I've seen some pretty fucked up shit."

"Like what?" She turns to you like she's about to say something but quickly stops herself. Continuing the eat the breakfast you so lovingly prepared. With the way she had been playing with her food, you suspected she no longer wanted it despite having hardly eaten any.

"Being a hero isn't all it's cracked up to be. Sometimes I wish I could just live a normal life or whatever"

"Nothing glamorous about a normal life," You stifle a yawn. "I think I'd rather be adored by millions and save the day but we aren't all lucky enough to have powers."

"Lucky," A bitter laugh. "I wouldn't call myself lucky."

"You're being so weird." You comment, a quirked brow.

"I would rather be adored by one person who truly means it."

"Guess that's all anyone wants. Supe or not."

Her eyes meet yours for a few seconds before dropping. Did she mean you? There was no doubt you had feelings for the woman and very much still did. But you can't imagine it's anything compared to the weirdos who worship the ground she walks on. They obviously didn't really know her and vice versa but still. There was an element of pureness that came with being so dedicated to someone. "You never answered my question."

"I don't know Maeve it's too early..." You grumble. "Do you want me to say something like war or famine or something?"

"Not unless it's the truth."

Everyone wished for world peace. Everyone wanted to feed the hungry. House the homeless. Basic answers that any decent person would come up with. It lacked originality. It lacked feeling. Everyone would probably have a more personal reason."What's yours?"

"Something happening to you... because of me."

"Really? That's the worst thing you can think of?" Didn't she just say she had seen a lot of messed up stuff and yet her concern resided with you? What did she think would happen? And didn't a broken heart technically count as something happening because of her? Shifting in your seat, you lean down onto the table before you. Thinking of your own answer. The worst thing you could imagine?

"I answered," she shrugs but doesn't elaborate. "Now you go."

"I guess... finding out you died," Should you admit something like that? "You're the strongest person I know. I still... care for you. I'm not sure I would handle it well- Is that a better answer?"

"It's sufficient."

"Sufficient? I really don't know what you want from me Maeve? I don't know what the worst thing is, okay? I'm too tired for this shit."

She places her cutlery carefully on the plate, pushing out her seat. "I should go."

"Maeve?"

"I'll go, you can go back to bed. I don't even know why I came here."

"No. Stay. I wanna talk."

" Let's just forget this ever happened." Brushing herself off, Maeve heads back towards the door. This whole back and forth was growing awfully tiresome. Every time you thought you scratched the surface of her mask, there was a new layer underneath more impenetrable than the last. Maybe you should just let her go? It'd be easier. It was probably for the best too but when she had shown up at your door the other night, you realised just how much you still wanted this. Still wanted her. She may have left you one day without any explanation but seeing her for the first time in a long time had brushed all rational thought aside. You were in love with her even now. Tears brimmed your eyes whether it was due to tiredness or a flush of emotions, it was unclear.

"If you walk out that door I'm done," You declare as confidently as you can. Hoping your sadness was hidden amongst the dim light that filled the entire room. "Don't bother showing up on my doorstep when you have a shitty day." Maeve pauses with her hand on the doorknob but only for a second before twisting the handle and pulling open the door. "Maeve... just tell me what's going on with you, please."

"Everything I have done to you was to protect you." Final words as she leaves. The door clicking behind her. To protect you? From what? What was she even talking about anymore. Anger bubbles deep inside you and you find yourself charging after her. Bursting out into the chilly hallway, you catch her in the corner of your eye. She was leaning against the wall just outside your apartment basking in the flicker of the corridor light.

"Protect me from what?" You wonder quietly, taking a wary step closer. "I don't understand."

"...Homelander." Voice but a whisper mumbled into the darkness. Homelander? The Homelander? Why would you need protection from him, you didn't even know him? Plus he was like a beloved superhero and the last time you checked, superheroes were the good guys.

"You're scared of... the world's greatest superhero?"

"Never meet your heroes."

"Aren't you two like friends? You even dated him. Why are you scared of him?" Another step closer, you lay your hand tenderly on her shoulder. An attempt to support her even if you didn't understand the situation. "He didn't seem so bad when I met him yesterday. I actually spoke with him after."

"You spoke after? Why?" Maeve snarled swiftly making you back away a little only for her hand to snap around your wrist. Cold fingertips apply a deep pressure to your skin as if it's taking everything in her not to press harder. You swallow hard, confused by her anger. "I told you to leave"

"It- it's not a big deal. He just wanted to know more about us," Even you can hear the panic in your voice as you struggle to get the words out. It was a little embarrassing, to say the least, but you'd never really experienced this side of Maeve before. Her anger had never really been directed towards you.

"And you told him?"

"Yeah. He took it pretty well actually, I was surprised. "

"How can you be so fucking stupid?" Her grasp begins to stiffen around your wrist. Maeve was strong, inhumanly so. If she wanted to she could break every one of your bones like it was nothing. That never used to bother you so much but in this instance, your own weakness had never been more apparent.

"Maeve," You struggle against her grip, a pleading look as you meet the brown of her eyes. "...You're scaring me,"

Those magic words seemed to break the spell that had come over her and Maeve released you in an instant. Regret washing off her face in record time. "I'm sorry, okay- I'm sorry," You take a step back; the other hand rubbing at the wrist she just let go off. "I didn't mean to- I wouldn't hurt you."

"I... let's just go back inside." It's hard to pretend that didn't just happen. That Maeve didn't almost crush your wrist for doing the wrong thing. But it wasn't her fault, right? She just isn't herself at the moment. Her emotions got the best of her when she found out you told Homelander about your relationship. Warily, you hold out your hand in offering. It's a little shakey but you just hope she doesn't notice as she takes your hand and you lead the way back into your apartment. Shutting the door behind the two of you, you return to the couch. Sat on either ends so you're as far away as possible without being on the floor, things are feeling a little awkward now. You can't help but focus on your wrist, the feeling of her hand still lingers in a ghostly embrace. "I'm sorry I told Homelander about us."

"You didn't know..."Maeve lets out a heavy sigh as she turns to face you. "Homelander is a monster. He's hurt people just for looking at me funny- "

"Oh." A little surprising to hear. You had always kind of suspected Homelander was a bit of an arsehole but not that he was inherently a bad person. He saves people after all. You've seen him save people. He was basically on the news every other day or in the newspaper or trending on Twitter. There was no evidence to supporting Maeve's theory but you also had no reason not to trust her. She had no reason to lie to you.

"He's done atrocious things. He's made me do atrocious things. I was trying to protect you from him- and from myself,"

"...Why are you telling me this now?" Couldn't she have just told you all this from the beginning? It still didn't explain why she had just shown up the other day either? Clearly, something had happened between her and Homelander at least that's what you gathered from the context.

"To keep you safe," Maeve returns. "So you'll stop hating me."

"I could never hate you," An offer of a faint smile that may or may not betray you. When she had first left you, you were so filled with hatred but it was so hard to stay angry at her. You didn't hate her anymore but you couldn't say you were simply over it now. "It's not your fault."

"It is though- I put you in this situation. I let those people die,"

"What are you talking about? What people?" Every time Maeve opened her mouth you grew slightly more confused and you didn't know how to help. Watching her with an inquisitive eye, you notice as a tear or two begins to glide down her rose-tinted cheeks. It was enough to bring your walls crashing down. Whatever she was talking about must be really affecting her for her to start crying. A hand reaches out only to pull back as you remember what happened last time. You take a deep breath, sitting up a little straighter.

"I should have stood up to him but I was scared."

"Scared of Homelander," You repeat. Still trying to process the information.

"I don't want to be a monster like him." Against your better judgement, this time you shuffle closer and entice her into a soothing hug. Holding onto her tightly like you never wanted to let go because frankly, you didn't. Maeve was warm, she was safe. You wanted to offer her that same sense of comfort even if it was impossible. You wanted to drown in her affection.

"You're not a monster, Maeve" The other woman melts into your caring touch, burying her face in the crook of your neck. You were so used to confident, super-strong Maeve that it was a little weird to have her be so vulnerable. Especially sober. But even your words weren't enough to trick your brain into quelling that twinge of fear that now resides in you. "Whatever's going on, I'm gonna help you get through it. I promise."

#the boys #Queen Maeve #queen maeve x reader #queen maeve imagine #dominique mcelligott

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mercy-burning · 4 years ago

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Pretty Please (Reprise)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: About a year has passed since Reader and Spencer got together, and they spend the day celebrating. PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3 / PART 4 / EPILOGUE Category: Fluff, mostly Smut 18+ (dom!Spencer, fingering, slight exhibitionism, car sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex- creampie, slight degradation) Warnings: Sex, language. As always, if there’s anything I missed, please let me know what I should include in warnings! I want to be as mindful as I can about what I post. Thank you! Word Count: 1.7k

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NOTE: Thank you all so much for reading this series! It turned into something I wasn’t really expecting, and I’m very glad you all have enjoyed it, because it’s really pushed me to keep writing. Thank you!!! I hope you enjoy this short little spicy epilogue 🥰

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She knew she was going to be in for it later, but she didn't care. Messing with him was too much fun. Not to mention when he finally got her alone and had his way with her, she would be more than satisfied.

"Y/N, stop it," Spencer said lowly in her ear.

Her hand remained on its course as she smirked, and he sighed, irritated. When she circled the tip of his dick through his pants, keeping her eyes focused on the scene in front of her, he grabbed it, lacing his fingers through hers and setting their entwined hands on her knee.

She pouted, but smiled right after, then turned her attention to the screen.

Spencer and Y/N were coming up on one whole year of being together, and though she just wanted to spend the day inside, he insisted on taking her out. They went out for breakfast, then to the park, and now they were at the movie theater. She tried to enjoy every second, and though deep down she really did—she always enjoyed being with him regardless of what they were doing—she was desperate for him. He'd been away on a case for almost a week and a half, and now that he was home she was feeling particularly... needy.

She hardly paid attention to the movie, her thoughts clouded by images and memories of their first excursion together. She replayed it over and over in her head, the wanting look in his eyes as she sank to her knees and pleaded for him to let her make up for the fact that she'd invaded his privacy. "Pretty please," she'd begged, and since then she always remembered how beautiful he looked in that moment. She never forgot it, and never would in a million years.

If there weren't any other people in the theater, she would have been bolder, maybe even so bold as to re-create that moment right there. Though, as hot as sex in public had proved to be on occasion, she'd come to learn that Spencer was not a fan of germs, and she knew ultimately that even if there weren't any people in the theater, he wouldn't have let her get on the floor to do what she wanted anyway.

They were sitting in the back row, though, and the only other people in the room was a family of four down in the middle. So Y/N wanted to take another risk.

He eventually untangled his fingers from hers once he trusted her to not make any moves, and she took that as her opening. She waited about fifteen minutes, and then reached under her skirt, inconspicuously hooking her fingers through the waistband of her panties and pulling them down her legs as her eyes stayed glued to the screen. She felt Spencer's hand grip her knee in warning, but she didn't care. As she reached for her cup and took a drink from her soda, her other hand dropped her panties in his lap.

That was all she was going to do, and she should have known he'd make this hard on her, but alas, when his hand slid up from her knee and rested at her inner thigh, his pinkie finger reaching over and resting just above her clit, she almost choked on her soda.

"You asked for it," he leaned over and whispered lowly in her ear, pressing a soft kiss to her neck before pulling back. His hand stayed where it was for just a few minutes before he shifted, wasting no time plunging his middle and ring fingers inside her. Y/N bit her lip to stifle a moan, while also clutching the armrests of the seat for dear life as his fingers pumped in and out slowly.

As the movie played in front of them, Spencer brought her to the edge three times, pulling his fingers out and licking them clean as she fought the urge to beg him to let her cum, right before going back in each time. It was torture, but she did, in fact, sign up for it.

When it was obvious that the movie was ending, he picked up his pace and curled his fingers in just the right way, and she almost yelped. He leaned into her one last time, and said, "You're going to cum on my fingers, and then you're going to clean them, got it? Be fast."

That was all she needed to finish, and she came as quietly as she could, her legs clenching around his hand and her eyes squeezing shut as she tried not to call out. When he felt her legs loosen around him, he slid his fingers up through her pussy and circled her clit a few times, making her jolt forward, before pulling away and quietly bringing his fingers to her mouth. She happily took them, sucking them as quickly and quietly as she could. She let out a soft groan as he pulled them out, but then stifled a louder one as he ran his fingers through her again, gathering more of her arousal. She cleaned them off once more before the credits started to roll, and then he stood up, bringing her with him.

As the family ahead of them walked up the aisles and out of the door, Spencer shoved her panties in his pocket and ushered themselves out behind them.

He didn't say a word the whole walk to the car. And even when they started driving, he said nothing.

"Hey," Y/N started nervously as he pulled out of the parking lot. "I... I hope I didn't make you do something you were uncomfortable with. I was onl— wait, where are we going? I thought you said after the movie we'd go home?"

Spencer gave a knowing smile as he drove down an empty alley. "That was before you decided to act like a needy little whore in public. I was going to wait until we got home and be gentle with you, but now I have some other ideas."

She tried to hide a grin, already growing excited and wondering what he was going to do to her.

He parked the car and unbuckled his seatbelt before scooting the seat all the way back and moving to undo his belt. "You're going to ride me until I finish, and maybe if you're lucky you'll get to cum. Get over here." His voice was desperate, and Y/N could tell that his primary goal was to get off, it didn't matter if she did as well or not. But they'd been in that position before, and she knew that even if she didn't orgasm now, when they got home he would give her whatever she wanted. He always did.

Spencer removed his dick from his pants as she climbed over him, her skirt fanning out over them. Without warning he gripped her hips and brought her down on top of him, and she gasped as his hips lifted to meet hers. He did this a few more times before stilling and willing her to move on her own accord. She set a steady pace bouncing on him as her hands gripped his shoulders. His hands, in turn, slipped under her skirt and gripped her ass, his fingernails digging in as harshly as they could. It spurred her to move faster, and he leaned his head back with a groan. "Shit, pretty girl, just like that..."

He lifted his hips then, just a little so he could hit inside her deeper as she came down, and she cried out. She could feel him getting closer, and she knew just what would do the trick. "Fuck, baby, cum inside me, please! Give it to me," she breathed, high-pitched and close to the edge herself.

Sure enough, his cock pulsated inside her and in no time he was filling her up, groaning out her name as it happened. She kept going, though, chasing her own release that was just on the surface, almost about to break through the water. But Spencer pulled her off of him and she whined, feeling his cum start to leak out a little.

"Please, Spencer, I was so close... Please..."

As she hovered over him, her legs barely holding herself up, he gripped her chin in his right hand and looked her in the eye. "I don't know... You were being a pretty bad girl at the theater."

"I know, and I'm so, so sorry..."

He ran his tongue over his bottom lip before biting it, pausing for a moment and then cocking his head and using his free hand to run up her inner thigh. "Beg for it."

"Spencer, please," she whined, leaning into his touch. "I'm sorry, please, just let me cum, I promise I'll be good."

It apparently wasn't to his satisfaction, because he continued tracing patterns along her inner thigh as his cum dripped down it. His eyes searched hers, silently telling her what she needed to say to get what she wanted.

She almost smiled as she said it, dropping her voice to a seductive plea. "Pretty please..."

He smirked, sliding his fingers inside her. "That's my girl."

He fucked his cum back into her with his fingers, curling them and feeling her tighten around him as she got closer. "Fuck, thank you, thank you, ohh..."she trailed off, shutting her eyes and going blind with pleasure. Soon enough she was crying out as she peaked, her fingernails no doubt leaving marks in Spencer's shoulders, even through the fabric of his shirt.

When she caught her breath and loosened her grip on him, he removed his fingers from her and brought them to his mouth, doing his best to get rid of most of the mess. But then, as if he'd had an epiphany, Y/N watched as he pulled his panties from his pocket and used them to clean up between her legs and what little had made its way onto his pants and the seat of the car beneath them.

"You know I put napkins in the glovebox, right?" she laughed as she got off his lap and sat down in her own seat. She grabbed one of them and opened it to bunch her panties in, finally setting it in her lap as Spencer readjusted himself.

"Yeah, but that was more fun anyway," he replied matter-of-factly, and it made her smile.

"Hey, before we go home can we stop for a burger? Car sex makes me crave fast food."

As he started the car and turned on the radio, the familiar tune of Love Song by Tesla picking up where it left off on the mix CD she'd made him for their anniversary, he leaned over to kiss her cheek sweetly. "Anything for you, pretty girl."

#spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #spencer reid #criminal minds smut

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bonny-kookoo · 5 years ago

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Good Girl [J.JK x Reader]🔞🌼

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, a lil angst

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics, dom!jungkook, sub!Reader, size kink, oral (f & m rec.), mild dd/lg themes, praise kink, cumplay, reader is a virgin, jungkook is lowkey a hoe, a lil heartbreak, Taehyung makes an appearance, long haired jungkook, mentions of harrassment, jungkook punches a guy, strength kink

Jeon Jungkook was known to have a specific type when it came to his partners; tall, gorgeous, dominant and older. It's not like he's a true blood baby boy; he's just too lazy to put any effort into his flings. When a new girl answers to his ad online searching for a roommate for his apartment to share rent and space however, he didn't quite expect such an innocent being to turn up at his doorstep with a box full of pastel colored belongings, ready to move in. And what he definitely didn't expect was his growing interest in her and the feeling of having her under him, all submissive and ready to be ruined.

Good Girl || Sweet Girl || Smart Girl || Brave Girl || Pretty Girl || Charming Girl || Enticing Girl || Bad Girl || ???

A wink was all he got from the woman who'd occupied his bed together with him last night as she walked out his bedroom door, seemingly knowing how to get out of his apartment. Jungkook ran his hand through his still sweaty hair, groaning after stretching his arms above his head, his mood seemingly sunkissed. He just finished an almost three hour sex-session after all; all without him providing any actual effort. His dick had seemed to be enough for her anyways, her face when she rode him happy, although he could really care less.

Reaching for his laptop near his bed, he didn't bother to put on any clothes for now, just wanting to check if he'd gotten any new E-Mails or messages, clicking through the casual nudes that constantly seemed to slip into his postbox. He cocked his head to the side however when he noticed that a website has notified him of an answer to his ad online; he'd put it up some time ago now after Taehyung, his former roommate, had to move out simply because Jungkook himself couldn't survive the older one's sleep shedule. Tae seemed to never sleep, waking the younger one up on a daily (and nightly) basis. He really tried to get along with him, both of them sharing a deep friendship, but god no, as a roommate he couldn't stand that guy. His rent however was something he struggled as well, so as much as he really wanted to live alone, he couldn't. He clicked the message on the website, his interest peaked.

"Hello. Is this AD still up to date? My name is Y/N, and I'm searching for a place because I'm starting to work close by soon, and its too expensive to take the bus for hours on end every day.. so uh, I don't know? I'm really good at cooking, and I promise I'll be so quiet and organized you won't even notice I'm there! I work at a restaurant nearby as a waitress- I mean, I'm going to, haha. Ugh, I hope you're okay sharing your apartment with a girl as well, I for my part don't have a problem with that! So, I guess, I'll wait for your reply?

Have a nice day!"

He scoffed a little, hovering over the delete button, but instead, he clicked her profile icon, opening the details. Her profile picture showed a white big dog, being hugged by what he assumed was her. He couldn't see her face however, half of her face above her nose cropped out to fit the entire dog instead. He could spot her clothes however; a top and skirt, flat shoes and sheer tights with white spots on them. His brows furrowed, how old was she? Her profile said she was about a year younger than him, every post she'd made up to this date about pet stuff, clothes who all seemed to follow a pastel-color scheme, and artwork you seemed to be selling. You were basically the definition of cute.

Fan-fucking-tastic. Hopefully you wouldn't be too upset when he denied your request, but somehow he thought it over. You said you could cook and you did seem like an organized person. Knowing what kind of effect he could have on people, he could probably scare the shit out of you and keep you around without really having to interact much; and rent was also due this month, so the sooner he found a roommate the better. "Fuck it." He said, and began to type his reply.

When his doorbell rang, he almost burned his hand with the hot water he currently used to make himself a cup of ramen, cursing loudly. Who the fuck wasn't home again so he had to take their package in? One day the old lady across the hall would find a dead rat or something in front of her door, he swore to himself. Ripping the door open with so much force he could feel a bit of wind gushing by, his eyes widened when he saw a similar face in front of him- well, a little below actually. He remembered your lips instantly for some awkward reason, having tried to maybe paint a picture of what you looked like entirely over the last few days. He would've never expected something like this however- you looked like a literal doll in his opinion, your eyes wide open and mouth a little parted, shiny lipgloss making him swallow. Wait, did he really forget that you said you wanted to move in today?!

"I uh.. I'm- I'm Y/N, we- I- the ad..?" You said, your voice sounding nothing like the woman he usually was around. He smirked a little, moving so you could step inside, food now definitely forgotten on the kitchen counter. He really should've at least cleaned up a little he thought. Whatever.

"Yeah, figured. There you go, thats your room. The keys and shit are on the matress, make sure you don't loose 'em." He simply said, before leaving you alone in your new home to settle down.

"What I'm trying to say is, Y/N, you and I, this could really be something!" Taehyung slurred into your ear, loud enough for Jungkook to hear. For some reason it pissed him off to no ends how close the older one seemed to be, constantly hitting on you like he was a starving man, even know half of town knew very well that he wasn't. He could see why; you were innocent, and Tae known to fool around a lot. You were a challenge, something new for him, and he would lie if he said that he wasn't interested as well. Oh he was; but he also had at least some manners left inside of him, contrary to popular belief not only thinking with his dick. Taehyung however was only out for fun, making Jungkook question if he should really let this continue.

He decided no.

"Alright you fucking whore, it's bedtime isn't it? I'll call you a cab." Taehyung groaned at the younger one's words, nodded his head however before looking at you with a smirk.

"Ah, what a shame. But if you wanna have some fun you know my number!" He said, as if he didn't just offer you sex. You blushed at this, not answering, making Jungkook watch you a bit. You really were something else. "Jungkookie, you're so nicee... If I was gay I would definitely suck your dick-" The younger in question made a disgusted yet amused face, putting a hand over the blue haired one's mouth.

"Yeah yeah, you pay me back though you fucker." He said, before going into the kitchen to make the call. Taehyung, being left alone with you again started with his questioning, as he had done the entire night.

"So, Y/N.." He said, dragging out the last syllable of your name playfully, making you shuffle around where you were sitting a bit. He certainly was a pretty attractive guy, but he also seemed to be very straightforward- something you always had struggled with, being more on the shy side. You looked at him, silently urging him to continue before taking a sip of your own beer- cherry flavored, simply because the regular was too bitter in your opinion. "What kind of toys do you use, heh?" He questioned, and you coughed suddenly. Taehyung laughed loudly at that, cooing when you calmed down slowly.

"Taehyung, stop harassing my roommate you fucking idiot. I need her to pay half of the rent-" He said, before sitting down next to you, raising one of his eyebrows at you. "And she also makes some killer lasagna. Kinda wanna keep that." He said, before laughing a bit. Even though Jungkook seemed to be pretty intimidating to you, he was actually a pretty good guy to have around. You both barely ever fought, and overall you could almost see yourself falling for him too- he had the looks after all. But his habit of bringing people over just to satisfy himself was something that made you keep some distance between you both. He wasn't someone to settle down- let alone with someone like you. You were pretty much the exact opposite of what he seemed to like.

Sending Tae home was easier than you both thought. Not being able to go to bed you both decided to watch some late night shows while casually talking- something that wasn't uncommon between you two. Just when you seemed to have gotten comfortable again, Jungkook couldn't help but tease you again.

"So, what Toys do you use, heh?" He said, laughing with his head thrown back afterwards at your red face. This would certainly never get old in his opinion. Just as he was about to apologize and tell you you didn't have to answer, your voice was heard, however.

"None." You said, and his eyes widened at that. "What? Do I look like I do these things to you?" You asked, and he cocked his head to the side a bit, scanning you obviously. He shrugged, and you began to pout, moving to wrap your pastel pink blanket around yourself. "I don't even know how to buy one. That stuff is just.. don't know. Gross." You said, and Jungkook turned on the couch, body facing you now, his interest sparked.

"Gross? So you never had sex before?" He said, and you went silent. Were you serious right now? You were an angel in his eyes, body proportions almost perfect, hell, even your slight imperfections were adorable in his eyes. Up until now he had been sure that you at least have had your fair share of experience, but a virgin? His world was suddenly turned upside down. "Well.. that's something I didn't expect." He said, making you raise your eyebrows at him. "You're hot. Thats why. Oh well." He said, missing the way your eyes widened at that. "I'm gonna go to bed now. Goodnight." He simply said, and you answered with a short 'goodnight' as well- still a bit surprised by his statement. Jungkook thought.. you were attractive?

He'd somehow gotten used to you, how you would leave your pastel pink but admittedly really soft blanket in a pile on one edge of the couch in the living room, how you sometimes left your toothbrush in the sink when you'd been in a hurry, or how you would hum to a song, not knowing he could hear you very clearly. Maybe he really did go soft after living with you for a while. He still didn't know himself why he got so upset with Taehyung the day prior; was he really being selfish? He was protecting you, nothing more. Taehyung was everything but a gentle lover, jungkook just knew he'd break you for sure, not to mention that you already stated how much you despised one night stands, which were practically Taehyungs speciality. He was just looking after you, nothing more.

The more he thought about it however, the more problematic the entire plan became.

But even now, while the young woman whose name he had already forgotten was giving it her all sucking his dick, all that seemed to swim around in his head were the events of the previous evening; how innocent and embarrassed you looked at him when you told him you'd never bought, let alone use a toy before. Surely you'd be someone to enjoy a good vibrator he thought, maybe as a gag he could buy you one? Oh how enchanting you'd look, spread out on his mattress while he would edge you over and over until you'd be crying, begging for his mercy. He would praise you for taking it so well, for being so good for him and only him, and he just knew you would blush. Instead of rushing to his own satisfaction, he would go slow, agonizingly slow, just to see how far he could push you. He would feast on you like a predator on his prey, pull you close so you had no chance of escaping him, he would trace every curve of your skin, gently, as if to make up for the bruises and Mark's he would surely leave all over you to feed his inner need to claim you, even though he would never let anyone see you like this while he was alive and breathing anyways. He just knew you would fit perfectly underneath him, his body covering you and shielding you away from the world around. Would you be able to take all of him? He probably would have to stretch you real good before even thinking about pushing his dick inside you, yet he just knows you would somehow make him proud and take it all, and he would continue his praises, telling you what a good girl you are.

He almost laughed at the situation, he really was in deep, wasn't he? Frustrated and confused he started to picture someone else entirely kneeled between his legs on the floor, how you'd bat your eyelashes at him like the fucking angel you were instead of the girl currently there, and that thought alone gave him the final push to shoot his load down the strangers throat, who moaned obscenely at the feeling. Usually he would be aroused, ready for more, but the sound of someone who wasn't his little roommate ripped him out of his daydream. This couldn't go on like that. Sending the lady out without many words, he decided that he just needed to fuck you, and all would be good again. He was just curious. Nothing else. He just needed to satiate his hunger and he could go back to normal.

How would he be able to do this without ending up hurting you? No matter how big his hunger for you was, he also considered you somewhat of a friend. He remembered when you came home crying one time after a bad day at work, and how he wanted to hold you, shielding you from any harm, making you feel safe. Because that's what he, and only he could do in his opinion. No matter what, he'd protect you, as weird as that sounded. Shit.

He really had a crush on you.

Unknowing to him you always held your hands over your ears whenever he brought home a different girl, not being able to listen to his moans mixed with someone else's. You were slowly beginning to regret moving in, already starting to think about maybe searching for a different apartment. But the rent was cheap, your room big, and his company relaxing when he wasn't busy being buried in someone he couldn't even remember after a day or two. Somehow tears were leaking out of your eyes, and you took your hands down from the sides of your head to wipe them away, careful to be as silent as possible as to not alert him that you were awake, well aware of the shower turning on. You did notice however how his sessions became shorter and shorter, always seeming to end sudden instead of usual. But the more you thought of it, the more angry at yourself for falling for this manwhore you became. You really should hate him- but you couldn't.

Tonight was definetely the prime example of why you didn't go into clubs. The sheer amount of people around you, the smell of sweat and cheap cologne and perfume all around made you feel like a headache was inevitable. Why were you here again? Oh yes. You followed Taehyungs advice and 'tried to make friends' instad of looming around your apartment all day. But right now you just really wished you stayed home instead of going here.

Sure, you liked your coworkers, and they seemed nice and everything, but if you were being honest, they're definition of fun was entirely not yours. You began to feel cramped up in the large club, making you desperately pull your phone out of your pocket, texting Jungkook in hopes he could save you from this god forsaken torment they called a club.

Minutes later, after Jungkook oh so gentlemanly told you to pick you up, you stood in front of that said location, waiting for his cheap but admittedly nice car to pull up. Sadly, someone else seemed to be way more intent on bringing you home- a young man your age, attractive, yes, but also heavily intoxicated. He had already eyed you up inside the building you noticed, yet hadn't made a move towards you. Now however, he seemed more determined than ever.

"Lets go home baby, I swear you won't regret-" He started, but you moved away from him, clenching onto your little handbag in order to at least keep your belongings safe if he tried anything else. Suddenly both your figures were drowned in the warm light of Jungkook's car lights- you immediately recognized them simply by the fact that one was brighter than the other, something you always told him, yet he always waved you off, telling you that both were doing just fine, even though his left light was clearly almost dead. Typical him, you thought. Yet right now, you couldn't be happier to see him.

He however, did not seem happy at all. His face was serious, his wavy hair hanging a little over his eyes, steps fast and strong enough that you could hear his black boots almost crush the slight gravel of the parking lot. "Fuck off sunnyboy and go back inside." He simply yelled out, having already seen how uncomfortable you were with the stranger so close to you. Jungkook wasn't someone to blindly punch someone, that said however, he couldn't contain himself once he saw the guy reaching out for your arm, your figure instinctively scrambling to get behind Jungkooks way larger body. He didn't even notice his fist connecting with the strangers face, simply leading you by the small of your back inside his car, driving home without any more words.

You were not to be touched by someone so dirty like this young man who didn't even knew his own limits it seemed.

Yet you were completely confused now. Maybe, if you were now the reason he got into physical fights, you should make a decision.

The next morning, sitting down at the kitchen table, you watched Jungkook filling your bowl with cereal as well- lucky charms for you, and chocolate chips for him. It became somewhat of a routine since you both woke up roughly around the same time, sharing breakfast was common. The best moment in your opinion to pop the bomb.

"I'm moving out." You said softly, fiddling with your fingers in your lap, leg nervously bouncing up and down. Why did this feel like you were breaking up with him? You both would've ended up going separate ways sooner or later anyways- so he would probably just nod, ask when, and that would be it. He was someone who didn't bother much. But the second you said it, he turned around completely shocked, suddenly very much awake.

"Why? Did I do something?" He asked, sounding genuinely offended for some reason you couldn't come up with. In his mind, scenario over scenario started to play, as if he wanted to search for something he may have said or done to make you so upset that you didn't want to live with him anymore. He knew he shouldn't be so upset over it, since you and him were merely roommates, friends who shared an apartment, nothing more, but he never really expected you to come up with it so sudden. Or maybe you had a boyfriend? What if it was Taehyung, and you just didn't tell him? He would rip that fucker's stupid blue hair out, he knew-

"No. I- not reall-" You sighed, setting your elbows on the kitchen table before letting your head fall into your hands. "Actually yes, you did." You started, looking at him, but unable to hold eye contact with the now completely confused curly haired boy in front of you. "You.. uh.. I cant sleep. Your, 'guests', the walls aren't really soundproof and like, I really- and just.. ugh this is so awkward, please don't make me say it-" You said, groaning the rest of your sentence before stubbornly shoving your back against the chair, throwing your legs back and forth viciously, reminding Jungkook of a kid who was close to throwing a tantrum. Even though this was definitely not the time to think about you laid out over his leg, his hand hitting your perfectly shaped butt until it was red just to punish you for being such a brat, exactly this picture began to form in the back of his head. He hated himself somehow, really. But somehow instead of accepting your decision, he moved to stand at the table, hands on top of it, eyes searching yours.

"Say it Y/N. You know I hate when I have to pull thing out your throat sweetheart." He didn't intend on using the nickname, but somehow he threw his hesitation out the window. If you really were fooling around with someone, someone who wasn't him he wanted to know- and even if you didn't share that information with him, you would move out anyways, so why hold back anymore? You shook your head at him, avoiding his gaze, and he clicked his tongue, patience slowly thinning out. "Spit it out." He said again, but he still got no reaction. His hand seemed to move without his consent when he suddenly found his fingers on your chin, moving your head to force your attention towards him. "Speak the fuck up, I swear to god." He said, voice dropping down lower, and somehow you seemed as if bewitched.

Maybe it was the way he stood there, how he still held your chin, or how intensely he looked at you, but words dropped out of your mouth as if you drank harry potters truth potion. "I cant stand that you let these girls touch you, that they can get you so easily and you just look past me a- and I really tried you know, because Taehyung said you liked mature girls more so I tried to do that, but he lied to me, you don't notice me at all, you're so mean you-" He shut your mouth with his mouth, trying to process the information he just received, yet it seemed like it was too much at once. You were.. jealous? And what kind of stupid advice was Taehyung giving away, that fucker? It was true that he liked his women to be confident and mature, but that was just so they knew what they were doing, and he didn't need to put so much effort into something he could get so easily.

"So you were jealous?" He said, a small smirk creeping up on him, cooing at you internally when you shook your head, face red. "If you wanted me to fuck you, you could've just asked. Geez." He said, but instead of being relieved, your shoulders sagged down. "What?" He asked, and you mumbled to him.

"Because I don't want just that one time stuff you do." Jungkook looked at you, eyes softening at your somehow-confession. He just put together the pieces in his head, and it did make sense. You were practically attached to him wherever he took you, always seemingly glowing whenever his attention was on you. He was as much as a dense head than you were, and he couldn't help but pull out a chair and sitting down, patting his legs as an invitation.

"Good, because I don't want that either. And I don't share either." He said, and looked at you gently, but with a deep darkness behind his eyes. "Trust me baby, you can sit down now and I promise you'll be the only one to have me- or you can move out and go on with your life." He almost laughed at the way it suddenly clicked in your head on what he was offering, suddenly jumping up and sitting on his thighs, legs on either side of his body. He looked down at you, a divine picture coming to life. His hands were placed on the exposed skin under your skirt, slowly sliding over the soft skin until his fingers felt the seam of your tights- those goddamn things he'd wanted to rip off of you so badly these past days. "You can touch me, you know?" He said lowly, and you noticed how awkward you must've looked for a second, seated on his lap with your hands in front of you, unsure where to put them. Just to ground yourself, your fingers began to play with his shirt, and he had to swallow the laugh that wanted to break free. "You don't have to do this, you know? I'm fine with waiting-" He began, but you immediately shook your head, however, at loss for words. He smiled again, dangerously so you noticed. His head dipped down, finally touching your skin on your neck with his lips, leaving open mouthed kisses under your earlobe down to the crook, hands moving over your clothes already mapping out your body in his mind, one hand pulling down one side of your soft fleece jacket you wore, pulling down your shirt as well, so he could softly nip at your shoulder, making you gasp oh so cutely at his actions. His hands didn't stop however, moving over your chest, kneading both of your breasts softly, as if he would hurt you if he used too much strength- which was probably the case. He already loved how bis his hands looked running over your body, how your hands held his shirt in fists, eyes closed, yet not because of fear; you looked serene to him, face showing him the soft pleasure you felt. He suddenly moved you a little, making you straddle one of his leg, core pushed against his thigh. "Let's start slow, yeah?" He asked, whispering words into your ear, lips never parting from you. He slowly began to move your hips, urging you to simply follow what you thought felt best to you. "Use me baby. Get off on my thigh." You whined at that, slowly starting to move more and more boldly, and he decided that he was officially a goner. Even if you didn't want him after whatever may be happening, he knew he could never go back. The way you squeezed your eyes shut every now and then, moving back and forth yet always a bit helpless, showing how inexperienced you were. He could feel the wet patch forming on his jeans, his hands moving you a bit faster, before you let your head fall onto his shoulder, making him chuckle. "What is it baby? Do you need help, hm?" He said, a bit mockingly even, and you nodded into his shoulder. "Tell me what you need then. What do you want, princess?" He said, running his hands over your back, feeling your bodyheat through your clothes.

"wanna get the same.. as the others.." You mumbled, unsure what you were even asking for. Jungkook however simply smiled, suddenly lifting you up, hands under your behind carrying you to his room, before finally letting you fall onto his mattress, laughing when your body jumped a little, making you squeak so cutely. He smiled, crawling over you, his fantasy finally coming to life- you looked so lost under him, so utterly defenseless he could swear he could feel something primal awake inside him- and that was not his dick, which already strained against his jeans, impatient.

"Ah but Baby.." He began, taking off your soft jacket before his hands traced your bare arms until he moved them under your shirt, feeling your skin underneath his fingers. "You're my special girl.." He began to lift your shirt up, helping you out of it before he got rid of your skirt as well, chuckling at your cute lacey underwear, which was so typically you. So innocent, yet so arousing, how you squirmed underneath him in nothing but those pastel colored undergarments. "And special girls get special treatments.." His words were low, soft spoken yet with a rough edge to his tone, a natural feature of his voice that you've come to love. You couldn't even begin to paint out a picture of what he was talking about- sure, you have seen your fair share of adult films, you weren't a kid after all- but up until this moment, up until you met Jungkook, you've never really thought about what you could like when it came to these things. Even in your thoughts you felt shy saying any profanities out loud, how could you expect to know about kinks? "But only if you can behave for me, but you can do that right?" He said, unhooking your bra behind your back with ease and interrupting your inner talk with yourself. "You'll be my good girl, yeah?" He said, and you just viciously nodded, already growing frustrated, and oh how he loved it. This was how he had pictured you. If he had known before that this was what it felt like to have control over someone, he would've never done anything else if he was honest; but then again, you really were a special girl to him. The way you suddenly mewled when his hand cupped your heat, giving you a little pressure just to tease you even further almost caught him off guard. God have mercy on his soul, you were so sensitive to him, and it dawned on him again that he was making you this way. He was the first to- and he would make sure he'd be the only one as well. All those noises tumbling out of between your lips were only his to hear. His breathing peaked up at the view he had, how you began to impatiently rut into his hand, needy for more than he was giving you. He leaned back, finally getting rid of his own clothes as well to your satisfaction, lazily throwing his opened flannel as well as his white shirt somewhere on the floor in his room, and you couldn't help but stare. Truth be told, you didn't really know what to expect of him if you were honest, his constant gym visits giving you the impression that he had to be extremely fit, yet his habit of consuming more than two cups of ramen easily spoke differently. He was, in your eyes, the perfect in-between- he definetely was fit, his abs visible to your eyes, yet he didn't look like those over-achievers you sometimes saw walking around the same gym whenever you met him there to go home together. The way his muscles flexed at every move when he loomed over you again made you want to touch him, yet your shy side forbade you. He chuckled again. "You can touch what's yours all you want, you know?" He said, before he began to place his hand back onto your chest, his breath hot on your collarbone where he placed his kisses again, already hooked on your taste. His other, tattooed hand found its way back to your core, feeling the dampness there with amusement. You were more than what he'd imagined. Slowly he got rid of that barrier however, leaving your tights on for his own pleasure and maybe also for the aesthetic of it, his digits circling around your sensitive bud, making you squeal again, putting your hands over your mouth to keep your voice down. He clicked his tongue at this, moving them to lay right under the small of your back. "Be good and keep them there, yeah?" He said, and you looked away.

"But its- thats emb-" You couldn't even finish the beginning of your rant before he went back to his task at hand, sitting back before moving your legs to spread obscenely over his thighs simply to catch a glimpse of your glistening center, before he placed his body over yours again, hand now roughly circling in delicious eights around your clit, making you gasp out.

"Nothing you do is embarrassing, you hear me. If anything its fucking hot how you can be so fucking adorable even with my hand between your legs, doll." He said, before dipping a finger into you, making you move a bit at the foreign feeling. "Gotta stretch you out babygirl.." He said lowly, careful not to get too fast. His second finger joined in, and he could feel how tight you were around them, already clenching a bit as well, making his mouth water, but also growing a bit of worry in the back of his mind. Usually he was quite cocky about his overly average qualities down in his pants, but now he was genuinely concerned to hurt you with it. This was definitely a first for him. "Baby you're so small.. I don't think you can take it.." He said, a bit of a teasing undertone to his words as well. "See? You're already squeezing my fingers so hard princess, how could my dick ever fit inside huh?" He said, contrary to his otherwise rough nature keeping his movements gentle and slow enough for you to adjust without causing much pain. He could see the slight discomfort in your eyes, yet you suddenly shook your head, voice whiny.

"Uh-uh.." You mumbled, and he laughed a bit at that. "can take it.." You said bratty as ever, feeding his ego to no ends. "Wanna have it- you.. you gon' give it right? 'm good.." You said, having troubles keeping your hands under your back just like he told you to, grabbing the sheets underneath you instead to have something to keep yourself grounded.

Jungkook couldn't stop smiling. You didn't even know what you were asking for, yet you seemed so drowned in trust with him, that you simply gave him the right to do anything he wanted with you. "You sure?" He said, and smiled at the way you nodded again with your eyes closed. He moved away after that, shedding his pants before he walked over to his bedside table, fishing out a condom, before moving back to you, your eyes now on him, or more than that, on his very apparent bulge his boxers failed to conceal. Maybe you really did ask for more than you could take. Quite literally. Sensing your growing uneasiness he simply discarded his underwear, cock finally springing free, slapping soundlessly against his abdomen before he sat between your legs again. You made grabby hands for the foil package in his hands, somehow wanting to slip it onto him, yet he shook his head amused. "Nuh-uh baby. I'm afraid if you touch me right now I'll just embarrass myself and come straight away." He said, and you giggled at that. The sound of it brought him back at ease, his little joke having helped to calm you down at least a little bit. He knew this was a big thing, especially for someone like you- and it made him feel even a bit pressured if he was honest. He was slow when he dipped his head inside, your body instinctively trying to move away a bit, but you forced yourself to stay still, eyes now pressed close. Moving around a bit he kept one hand around the base of himself, the other steadying himself next to your shoulder, kissing you on your lips for the first time since you both started, surprising you enough to not notice how he somehow began to glide into you with the help of your arousal and the lubricant of the condom around him. He groaned, the first actual noise he'd made you could tie to his pleasure, and your breathing picked up once you noticed how full you felt. Gasping several times he suddenly started to laugh, making you giggle as well, even though you didn't knew what was so funny in that situation. "God- ugh.. your- fuck you're tight.." He pressed out, fighting hard against his hips' own mind yelling at him to move, to wreck you, to utterly ruin you. But he couldn't allow himself to do that- reassuring himself that he would have time for that at a later date. He slowly started to move around after he calmed down enough, keeping his speed down to keep it gentle for you. "I- fuck.." He started, having to talk to stretch his patience out, and to also ease your mild pain a little bit. "Let's- ugh.. Let's go on a date tomorrow, yeah? I.. god-" He said, and you nodded, moaning in your delicate pitch he oh so loved. "Gonna be all romantic and shit- fuck- gonna treat you like- for Mcdonald's or some shit." He said, making you both laugh between gasps of pleasure, your hands suddenly frantically moving around the sheets, legs shaking as he began to speed up his pace. You didn't knew what an orgasm would feel like, or how you knew you would have one, but you gasped, chocking on unshed tears in frustration as you noticed that you couldn't tumble over that delicious edge, and Jungkook noticed, cooing at you. "Ah, my baby can't come without her little clit being touched?" He said, kissing the side of your neck, biting the skin teasingly before sucking a hickey on your collarbone, his hands now grabbing yours, fingers intertwining with his, before moving them around his neck, sensing how you wanted to be closer to him, even though that hardly seemed possible. "Come for me baby, you can do it." He said, kissing your shoulder as if to make up for his mark he'd left, his hand now reaching between your bodies, only needing to put a bit of pressure on your little nub to send you flying. You moaned out loud, uncaring on how you sounded, clinging onto him for dear life, his own release making him groan out as well.

He could feel your body trembling, your breathing still fast. He waited for a moment or two for himself to soften up so he could pull out gently- your still slightly clenching hole almost pushing his dick out of yourself. You whined at the empty feeling, and he hushed you gently, moving around so he was sitting up against his headboard, your body on his lap, head on his shoulder. His hand moved back and forth over your spine, the other keeping your body steadily against him. "You did so, so good baby." He gently whispered between your breaths still coming out a little faster than they should. "To be honest I actually was kind of worried you wouldn't be able to take it. I'm impressed princess." He said, making you giggle. You still weren't quite back yet, still bathing in your own afterglow, and he simply waited for you to calm down- slowly becoming aware of your surroundings again.

"Hey, Jungkookie.." You started with that nickname Taehyung always teased him with, yet you would get away with it anytime on his watch. He simply moved his head to look at you, even if you weren't at him. "Did you.. like, mean it? Are we.. a couple now, or?" You started a bit too softly, yet you didn't have to be scared of his answer to that.

He took a deep breath, before yawning a bit. "If you want us to be. I know I want to." He started, brushing some hair away from your eyes. You looked at him, big eyes so innocent like he didn't just fuck you into his mattress literally minutes ago.

"I want to!" You immediately said, making him chuckle and place a kiss on your nose, receiving a giggle at that, before you tensed up. He raised his eyebrows at that, before you looked at him surprised. "My legs are all- tingly.. Jungkook did you break me- HEY don't laugh!" You said, but he couldn't help himself.

He threw his head back, laughing his admittedly cute open laugh, before wrapping his arms around your body. "God I love you." He simply said, making you smile.

"Hey Jungkookie?" You said after a bit.

"Yeah Princess?" He answered.

"That McDonald's date still stands, right?" You said with a small voice, making him snort.

"Anything you want princess. Anything you want."

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sorry-i-ship-drarry · 3 years ago

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Hi, i really like your drabbles!

Will you please write something where Harry and Draco are flatmates and friends and one day they were hanging out watching a movie and laughing and having fun and out of the blue Harry says Can i kiss you and then they kiss and Harry gets emotional because he is overwhelmed and draco falls for him more. ❤

Thank you 😊

40. Just keep swimming

I will be combining this request with next of my prompt - Patting others back. Hope you like this and thank you so much | after a bad day at work, as a friend, Harry tries to cheer Draco up by a movie night | fluff | domestic |

Fan art taken down because of confidentiality.

Credits - @upthehillart

" Draco is that you ?" Harry called out as he turned off the stove, walking out to see who walked into the flat.

" yeah " he sighs.

" ooh, that sounds terrible. Bad day at work huh ?" Harry asked as he took off the apron and threw it in the kitchen

" the most terrible day ever. It was all a mess, this new potioneer just fucked up each and every single of the potion claiming he was disturbed because of some family problem and I couldn't even yell at him because of that, then midway the potion making for st. Mungo's, my assistant fainted, basically spilling all of the potion we had been brewing for a week and above all my boss yelled at me for something I didn't even do and i- just can't . I'm done with the day " Draco looked he could almost cry.

" oh dear. That's bad " Harry sympathetically said as he walked upto Draco and gave him a friendly hug.

" i know the perfect remedy to fix your day " Harry suggested

" please, anything " Draco sighed taking off his coat and hanging it next to the door.

" go take a shower then, you stink of something really awful, like rotten pumpkin juice-"

" must be one of the potions " Draco rolled his eyes

" okay nevermind. Go. Take a shower. Food is done and I'll take care of the rest, yeah ?" Harry asked as he walked behind Draco and pushed him forward to walk to the bathroom.

" you're a great friend Harry " Draco sighed.

" I know I am. Now go " Harry patted Draco's back almost reaching the bathroom.

" whenever you're done " and with that Harry walked back into the kitchen, sighing to himself. This was again a lost chance.

" great friend " Harry scoffed to himself, disappointed. Shaking his head, he set his priorities to fixing his flatmate / best friend's mood right.

Done everything perfectly right, Harry chose the movie to watch, set the lightings to low, pizza on table, red wine for the mood and fluffy Blankets and of course pillows.

And woof.

" how could I forget you, snuffles " Harry scratched the dogs neck playfully " you're the perfect mood twister, now aren't you, aren't you "

" he definitely is " Draco walked in still looking tired..

" Jesus, even Voldemort would look better than you right now, not to mention without a nose "

" ha ha ha, very funny potter " Draco rolled his eyes and plopped onto the couch. Snuffles joining him on the sofa.

" I can't believe this dog. I gave him a name, I was the one who bought him, I take him to the vets, for walks, and even buy his favourite food and yet he loves you more than me " Harry whined as he plopped next to Draco watching him kiss the top of dogs head.

" well harry I am sort of irresistible" Draco smirked

" sod off malfoy " Harry rolled his eyes, shaking his head at the amusing joke.

" so what are we watching ?" He finally asked as snuffles got more comfortable into his lap.

" finding Nemo" Harry replied

" perfect " Draco relaxed further into the couch and harry turned on the movie.

" you don't wanna talk about it though ?" Harry asked

" This is much better. I'd rather not boil my blood by reciting again how shit my day was. Thanks for this by the way, you always know what to do " Draco gave Harry a smile , crossing his legs over the sofa, sitting more comfortably.

Passing the pizza, the wine, not to forget the spaghetti Harry made, Draco was full and was more comfortably invested into the movie, while harry was more invested in peaking glances at Draco watching the movie.

" can I lay on your lap ?" Draco suddenly asked.

With his heart beating a little louder and suddenly very much awareness of tongue in his mouth and the socks in his feets, he whispered a " yes "

And Draco got comfortable in Harry's lap, snuffles falling asleep through the movie over Draco's torso.

" i love this turtles dude part, They're much more cooler than anyone we know and the way they just say dude, gosh, coolest thing ever "

" aren't they ?" Harry chuckled as he lightly untangled Draco's soft hair with his calloused fingers

"okay tell me, if I had to one character from this movie who would I be ?" Draco asked suddenly looking up at from his lap.

" hm, that's a tricky one " Harry pouted thinking about the answer for a minute or two " i think you're the Nigel, the pelican "

" hey " Draco swatted Harry on his chest laughing " I don't have a big mouth "

" are you sure ? Have you seen yourself when you eat the brownies your mom sends " Harry laughed softly

Draco gasped " they're really good, okay. You don't underestimate them. You should try them by the way "

" well my dearest darling friend, I'd try if you'd leave me some, big mouth Nigel " Harry laughed but was immediately attacked by a pillow at his face.

" you're mean. I just had a terrible day " despite that fact, he couldn't resist laughing with Harry.

"oh sod off. You're not going to get my pity " Harry scoffed, still grinning at Draco, adjusting his spectacles.

" you're really an asshole " Draco rolled his eyes, glimpsing at the motioning movie.

" and yet you keep me around. You're the one who have Stockholm syndrome " Harry covered his face, and as anticipated he was smacked by a pillow in the face "ouch -"

" what, did I hit you too hard ?" Draco rose a few inches immediately

Harry's expression changed from being fake injured to snickering.

" I can't believe you -"

" always works " Harry laughed

" you- I can't believe you use that trick " Draco rolled off his eyes collapsing back into his lap

" and yet you fall for it everytime " Harry chuckled

" you know what, one of these days you're actually going to be hurt and I won't give a damn about you" Draco fake sneered at him

" oh is that so ?" Harry cooed in a baby voice, softly pinching Draco's cheek

" Harry- don't- "

" aww, you're angry " Harry continued in the baby voice

" don't- I said stop. Stop with the voice, it's annoying " draco desperately tried to swat Harry's hands away from his face, but he couldn't possibly entirely deny that he didn't like it.

" aww, Little pelican is angry " Harry pouted

" hey- I'm not little- you idiot " Draco smacked Harry with a pillow again, repeatedly almost sitting up in that process and getting through Harry defenseless ways of trying to protect himself from it, and breaking into a fit of laughter.

" okay- okay stop " Harry cackled

" say I'm not a pellican -"

" but you're the one who asked "

" well you could've said I'm a Nemo or Marlin. He's cute"

" oh yeah, you probably are, little and desperately trying to prove yourself "

" okay- that - was -rude " Draco smacked him at every word until Harry grabbed hold of the pillow and threw it across the room, immediately tickling Draco.

"Merlins fuck- gah- stop- agh " and he took the fall to the ground gracefully, taking Harry down with him.

Harry looked at Draco only for a brief from top before they both started laughing to death. The movie only served as a mere background noise to their laughs and their bodies almost pressed against each other.

" you had to take me down with you " Harry calmed down only a little staring down at Draco

" I never take the fall alone Harry, you knew that about me when you first became friends with me " Draco grinned. Harry shook his head at the slight truth in the absurdity. He looked down at Draco, laying there defenseless with the sweetest grin over his face, his fringes casually very perfectly sprawled over his forehead, his eyes shining with the dim light and the happiness that had Found a way into him. It was impossible to look at draco underneath him and not feel lovestruck.

" you know what, you're definitely a dory " Draco chuckled

" oh I am now " Harry widened his eyes in fun surprise

" oh yes, completely imbecile "

" not to forget you've forgotten almost everyone of my boyfriend's name everytime we meet. You would call them anything but their na-"

" Can I kiss you ?" The words were out before he could've rolled his tounge to stop.

Draco looked at him in complete shock which didn't help Harry currently at all. His eyebrows shot up through his fringes in extreme shock of the sudden question. The bowl of chips next to his hands crashed onto the ground and suddenly the shark from finding Nemo seemed much smaller..

" you- you want-"

" never mind. It was just a stupid question. It was- a - just pure curiousity. It doesn't matter. We sho- should just finish the movie and lets just pretend I never asked -"

" yes-"

" this- wait what ?"

" I said yes, I'd like that " Draco's lips curled into a little smile.

Shocked but with a good surprise Harry returned the smile and with consent leaned down to kiss draco softly over the lips. They could hear the soft noises from the TV but harry was clearly more focused on Draco's hands going up his back and the softness of lips pressed against his, the tenderness in the kiss and the lopsided smile Draco had held. Draco was no stranger to that as well, he too was focused on Harry's hands going under his shirt, not in a furious way but a soft gesture to find more intimacy and for someone who looked they would kiss roughly, Harry worked his lips like it was a master plan he had always been working on if ever given the opportunity to enunciate. They were lost for seconds, minutes, hours maybe but it felt like forever to share that brisk intimate kiss. Neither of them had even realised they were out of breath until they had started heaving and only the other one noticed and stopped kissing at once.

Harry smiled down at Draco, until the sudden realisation hit him that they were still on the ground.

" wanna get back on the sofa or is floor too comfortable for you my majesty "

" you'll never change, will you ?" Draco shook his head as he took Harry's hand and got back up on the sofa and landing in his lap once again but this time his eyes were Only focused on Harry. Who strangely enough was looking blankly at the TV with-

" Harry, are you crying ?" Draco rose up a little bit

" uh, no. The movie-"

" we just kissed and you care about the movie-"

" no, it's not like that-"

" seems like it-"

" oh calm down you idiot. I just- I got a wee bit emotional" Harry sighed

" why ?"

" because I finally kissed you. Do you even realize how much courage it took to even ask you that. I'm overwhelmed that you Returned-"

" your feelings ? Harry, I cannot express you enough how much I like you. All the past relationships- I understand not a good point here but listen- they never worked because they're not you. I've always liked you Harry, well pretty much always "

" really ?"

" of course. I'd been pining on you for ages. It's good to know you finally feel the same "

" I- I've been pining for long too. I mean I may have never told you but-"

" you stalked me in 6th year all year long and desperately tried to cross paths with me every chance you got in 8th year. Yeah, I bet even snuffles knows about that "

" oh "

Draco smiled softly, cupping harry's face " hey, I like you and you're worth it. You were always worth the wait, even if you still want to wait. My feelings would probably never change for you Harry. It's pretty darn hard to run away from you " Draco shrugged

" well-"

" I like you harry, I do " Draco reassured again knowing Harry was feeling overwhelmed and insecure.

" I like you too Draco " Harry finally gave Draco a smile before leaning down to kiss him again, with a small smile curving at the corner of his lips.

And when they broke off, Harry and Draco once again became invested into the movie, the difference being, they both couldn't wait for more tomorrow's to come and Draco couldn't help but fall deeper for Harry.

But then maybe, Harry was his dory If Draco was a marlin or even if he was Nemo, Harry would make sure to go above and beyond just for him and that was enough to keep Draco swimming in his love for him.

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kouomi · 4 years ago

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Summary: Atsumu looks back on your relationship and finds himself longing for the person he called home (Miya Atsumu x f!reader)

Warnings: lil bit of fluff, heavy angst, mentions of death, fighting

Word count: 2,708

A/N: italicized parts are in the past! lil heads up this is not edited!! Someone please hug Tsumu cause I made myself sad writing this

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Posted: March 14th 2021, 8:30 AM EST

“‘Tsumu!” You gasp as your flung onto the couch, a chorus of laughter following your cry. The two of you tumbled around for a few moments before Atsumu pins your hands to your side, a leg on either side of your hips as he grins at his victory.

“Don’t you dare.” You warn, knowing all too well what the mischievous glint in his eye meant. Your warning is too late, however, as his hands move to attack your sides sending you into a flurry of laughter. Tears pricked at your eyes as he mercilessly continued to tickle you, his own laughs of amusement being heard over yours.

“What was that? I don’t think I heard ya.”

“You win! Stop!”

Seemingly satisfied with your call of forfeit Atsumu draws his hands away from your sides, only to fall on top of you making a squeal pass your lips. His arms loop around your waist as you tried to shove

Atsumus eyes nervously scanned the large crowd as he stepped out on to the court, the loud cheers and blaring band falling upon deaf ears as all he could hear was his thoughts whizzed by faster than he could focus on one. It was his first game of high school and while he was able to hide it well, below the surface of his facade he was swelling with nerves and worries. What if he messed up his serve? What if he did something to lose the game for the third years? What if something he did this game made the entire team turn on him like they did in middle school?

Before he could fully process what was happening the referee passed him the ball, hundreds of eyes following its course into his hands. Taking a deep breath, Atsumu spun the ball in his hands.

Don’t mess up.

How many steps do I take?

Is this too far?

What if I throw it up wrong?

Don’t. Mess. Up.

“Go Atsumu!”

The sudden call of his name pulls him out of his thoughts, his attention being drawn back towards the crowd. After a few moments of searching his eyes meet yours, a sense of calm washing over him as you smile back at him. She came, he thought to himself, his own smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. With you there, surely everything would be

“Y/n, can ya please let me in?”

“Go away!”

Atsumu sighs as he leans his head on the bathroom door, his hand once again trying the handle though the lock prevents it from turning.

It was a stupid fight, one that’d been building up over time that suddenly boiled over causing you both to explode at each other. Both of you had said things you didn’t mean, harsh words being thrown at each other since you arrived home. Your throats had gone raw from trying to speak over each other but you both refused to back down, tunnel vision preventing you from hearing one another out as you pressed to prove you were right.

Looking on what you’d said now having been sitting outside the bathroom for about an hour he understood why you’d been upset and, while he didn’t quite want to admit it, you were in the right.

While he knew this now, it didn’t help what had gotten him in this situation in the first place. At the peak of your screaming match he found himself blinded by anger and words he’d never thought he’d ever say to you passed his lips, rolling off his tongue before he realized what he was saying.

“All I’m saying is I want to spend some more time with you! Is that really too much to ask?” You asked, exasperated.

“Ya knew when we started dating how busy I am!” Atsumu exclaimed, “Why are ya suddenly so mad about it?”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe it’s because you spend more time with your fan girls than with your actual girlfriend!”

“Really? Yer pulling that? It’s not my fault yer so needy Y/n, I’m not gonna drop my practices just to make ya happy all the time!”

“If you think I’m needy why don’t you go date one of the girls who keep throwing themselves at you?”

“Maybe I should! They’d probably be less annoying than ya!”

“‘Tsumu, wait-“

“What? Finally realizing how easily I could replace ya? Yer the one who suggested it, remember?” He scoffs, ignoring how you’d shrunken, “Ya should be thankful for the time ya get with me, cause if not there’s other girls who could take yer place. I don’t need ya.”

As soon as he said it he froze, almost not believing that those words had actually come out of his mouth. The look on your face unfortunately proved it to be true, however, as he could see the way it seemed as if all of the fight and anger had been drained out of you leaving you with a hollow expression. You but your lip as you shook your head and shoved your way past him, ignoring all attempts he made at stopping you as you slammed the bathroom door in his face.

“Baby, I’m sorry okay? Can ya unlock the door so we can talk?”

“Leave me alone, Atsumu.”

He felt a pull at his heart at the slight crack in your voice followed by quiet sniffling, guilt threatening to swallow him whole as he realized you were crying because of him.

Unable to put up with you locking yourself away any longer, Atsumu grabbed a bobby-pin from your room and got to work unlocking the door with it, successfully doing so after a few minutes. Almost as soon as the door swung open he’s kneeling on the ground beside where you were curled into a ball, frantically scanning his mind for something to do.

“Y/n...” He says, reaching a hand out to brush your hair away from your face.

He cringes when you flinch, temporarily drawing back before reaching out again this time wrapping his arms around your shuttering frame. Though you temporarily resisted, ultimately you found yourself melting into his embrace as you adjusted to wrap your arms around his torso. Atsumu pulls you into his lap, one of his hands cradling the back of your head as you cried into his shirt while the other ran up and down your back. The two of you sat there until your tears slowed to a stop, Atsumu not daring to move a muscle in fear of scaring you off.

“You really are an asshole, Atsumu.” You mumble, your grip on the fabric of his tshirt tightening.

“I know.” He sighs, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, “I’m so so sorry. I didn’t mean any of that. Yer the best girlfriend I could ever ask for, no one else even begins to compare. And yer right, I’m not spending enough time with ya but I’ll try to, okay? I love ya so much.”

“I

The two of you lay on the couch in your living room, the only sound being that of the TV you’d turned on for background noise when your boyfriend had appeared at your front door. You’d anticipated his arrival, having watched the game against Karasuno on your phone the day before and such expected the defeated and angry atmosphere that surrounded him.

Atsumu lay on top of you with his arms wrapped firmly around your waist, holding himself in place against you. One of your hands rested on the back of his head that rested on your chest as the other ran up and down his back, paying attention to rub in the patterns you knew he liked. He hadn’t said a word since he arrived other than a short “missed ya”, having passed all welcomes in favor of clinging to you, his body melting into yours. After the loss at nationals he had wanted nothing more than to curl up in your arms, the long trip home seeming to go slower as he counted down the seconds until he could finally be here.

“You did really good.” You whisper, pressing a kiss to his forehead as he tensed slightly. “I’m proud of you.”

“It wasn’t good enough.” Atsumu says, voice weak compared to its usual light hearted tone. “I lost the game for everyone.”

“You weren’t the only one playing, ‘Tsum. It isn’t all one person’s fault. But you are one of the reasons you guys were even able to get that far, yeah? Don’t beat yourself up over one play.”

It’s quiet for a moment as he processes your words, as if trying to decide if he’ll believe you or not. He moves his head upwards so he can nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck, the feeling of a tear falling onto your skin pulling at your heart as you give him a small squeeze.

“It’s just- it was-“ He stutters, his words shaky and ultimately cut off by a sharp intake of breath as he tries to hold back his tears.

“I know.” You murmur, “But you’re still the best setter there is, y’know? And the best boyfriend, best teammate, best looking; you’re so much more than that one game.”

“...Best looking twin?” He asks quietly.

You laugh, “Yes.”

The sound fills his ears, providing him with a sense of comfort no words or actions had been able to. You always knew the right things to say, to do, to comfort him and make him feel better when he was at his lowest and felt ready to give up. Something about you warded off all of the negatives and filled the air around you with warmth. Something about you felt like home. Something about you made him sure that one day, he was going to m

that’s how things between the two of you went, always being cut off too soon. All of his memories with you, each I love you, each kiss, each quiet afternoon spent cuddling on the couch watching movies, everything was ended before it was supposed to. Even your relationship went that way, being cut off, suddenly forced to a stop before it could even really begin. Each memory was halted right in the middle, part of each story missing making them feel impartial and almost fake with holes in their plots and the endings missing. Everything was so vivid, yet so vividly fading at the same time it terrified him that he was losing what little left he had of you. Details faded away so all he was left was glimpses of a memory that didn’t even feel like his anymore; left looking through a foggy window on to a life he wished he still had.

Every day without you felt bland. No longer did he have your soft voice scratchy with sleep whispering in his ear in the mornings; your fingers lacing with his as you wandered around the shops; your body searching for his warmth during the night. The apartment that had once belonged to the both of you was now void of your glowing presence, the air stiff and too quiet without you. His happy, care-free smile had faded from his face and become less frequent as he found himself wondering what he was supposed to do without the one person he could call home.

“I got invited to play for the Olympics next year.” Atsumu says, not quite as enthusiastic as it should be, “Ya always said I’d get there one day.”

No response comes.

“It really sucks without ya here, Y/n.” He continues, feeling his throat start to constrict, “I miss ya. A lot.

It’s already been a year, can ya believe that? I don’t want to believe it. A whole year with ya gone. It’s just... not right.

Sometimes I forget for a few minutes, and I think yer gonna be there when I open the door just like ya always were. It scares me, cause I can’t remember everything, even yer voice is a little gone without the videos. I could never forget yer smile though, even with all the pictures. I think that’s my favorite thing about ya.

I really took everything for granted. I wish I could go back and just hold ya, one more time. One more kiss. One more time hearing ya say I love you. Just something to hold onto. It’s not right, nothings right without ya here. Ya were the reason I was always so happy, ya made everything seem so much brighter, but now it’s just... bland. It’s like I can’t be happy without ya, I don’t wanna be happy without ya.” He stops to wipe his face of the tears that’d begun to fall, though new ones quickly slip into the tracks of the old.

“I wish you’d just come back. Sometimes I get mad at ya, for leaving me here alone, but ya know I can’t stay made atcha for long. It just hurts, knowing yer not coming back... Yer not coming back.”

He hits his lip, the air in his lungs feeling to heavy as if it’s trying to suffocate him from the inside. Everything falls on him at once, like a thick sheet of snow covering everything in sight and leaving him cold and numb yet burning and screaming at the same time. You’re gone. His Y/n, his beautiful wonderful, amazing Y/n, was gone. Everything hurt, every breath, every small movement of his body as it shook with sobs, every nerve; everything hurt as he longed for something that was so painfully taken away.

“Please Y/n/n... I don’t know what to do without ya.” He cries, eyes squeezing shut, “I miss ya, just please... come back to me.”

Still no response. The only sound being Atsumus cries muffled by the snow he sat buried in.

Atsumu barely notices the hand placed on his shoulder, only acknowledging the other person when they call his name.

“Hey.” Osamu starts, glancing down at his brother with eyes heavy with concern before flickering back up. “Do ya wanna minute?”

He doesn’t respond, another cry being answer enough as he feels his body collapsing in on itself. Risking his legs giving out beneath him, Atsumu stands and throws his arms around his twin, desperately clinging to him as if trying to find an anchor to the world. Osamu didn’t say anything as he held the blonde, feeling his own tears prick at the corners of his eyes at seeing his brother so torn and distraught.

He’d known this was going to happen today, that no amount of words would even begin to fill the void within him and every attempt at comfort would fall upon deaf ears so he didn’t try. Instead, he sat there. For a time unbeknownst to the pair they sat on a bench Osamu was able to coax Atsumu towards, no words daring break the silent agreement they’d made to not speak. They sat there until Atsumus heavy sobs eventually eased to a dull crying and he pulled away, eyes meeting his brothers for a moment as if to thank him before he let his head fall back on to the bench to face the sky.

“Come on.” Osamu said quietly, standing and waiting for the other to follow. He does after a moments pause, eyes lingering on the grave he’d sat beside and tracing over your name before he lets out a heavy, shaky sigh and started walking away, ignoring his mind that screamed at him to stay.

“Let’s get ya home.”

Atsumu obliged but he knew that part of him lay within you, that where ever you went, no matter how far was where his home was; that, without you, away from you, he’d never truly be home again. So he left, leaving with you the pieces of himself he’d given away and the memories that failed to fully reanimate with hopes that maybe, if he couldn’t be with you now at least you could find your way back to him, waiting for you to fall into his arms and bring him wherever you had settled; the place he so desperately longed for: home.

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baekhvuns · 3 years ago

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I'm so dedicated bestie, watch me make a petition. I need to get into a fan sign soon so I can hypnotise Hwa into writing CAT.

Btw have you seen Ateez's latest content the lab thingy? I only saw bits and pieces but uhm, nerd Hwa is back, our little friendly lab partner. 😭 the way all of them except Jongho got scared by the balloon popping and poor Hwa it hit him in his scientists glasses. 😔

Omg yes some "fans" are so entitled and mean for no reason only because they have money? Shut the fuck up. But then other people suck up to them, because they provide content blah blah blah, yeah but they're annoying bitches too, so maybe stop UWUING over their weird video calls. They should become our sugar mommies if they have so much coin, be useful for a change 👀

Nowadays you have to wear a mask and they're wearing masks too so I feel it might be easier? Cause you feel less exposed also can't see them that well BUT THE EYES. Oh Seonghwa... he became my bias after our first meeting so it clearly went WELL. That man won me over, got me lowkey crying. Yunho was hilarious and messed my bracelet, but all is forgiven. They were all funny and sweet, shy too. But that mf Park Seonghwa got me 😳 and that never happens, also hands... soft hands - I'm gonna leave it at that.

Ok but if you passed out AT the venue maybe one of the members would pick you up 👀 typical rom com moment

Seriously?! We could've met then cause I was travelling to different places. 😭 Jaipur was so pretty, yes the palaces are so wonderful I hope you can go soon! One of my friends told me Shudh Desi Romance was filmed there? And I've watched it, but I don't think it was the one? Though I remember very little :/

The food is truly 🙌🏻 also cause I was vegetarian for years and I've been vegan since 2017 so Indian food is a great option, you can easily ditch the meat and a lot of meals are already vegan 😊

Forgetting languages should be illegal, you learnt once you should be able to remember. This is me with Arabic, I used to know it a bit as a kid, but now I'm like.... ugh, habibi? Peak language skills.

Yeah I know it's fiction but I just can't read for most idols, especially if they're written as aggressive sex freaks, chill please. And some people are dead set Seonghwa is 100% hard daddy dom. My meow meow??? Please don't do that to him 😭💔

Question, do you use your law skills during the case? Do you put your lawyer goggles on? 👀 - DV 💖

HI!

I'm so dedicated bestie, watch me make a petition. I need to get into a fan sign soon so I can hypnotise Hwa into writing CAT.

FBWMBDMWHDWK PLS DO PLS DO 😭😭😭 IF U MEET HIM pls ask him a question if he’d either play a duke or ceo or boxer or bodyguard for fun🔫

yes i have!!! like only on twt THO I SAW THAT CLIP POOR MINGI AND SAN 😭😭😭😭 jongho he 👁👄👁 BDMWBDWK NAURRR HWA’S HE WAS SO 🔫🔫 I WILL PROTECT HIM DBDBDBBD ANON LETS GO,, nerd hwa. ha. ha.

yEAHHHHHHH i hate that esp with the san fansite, colour on colour? and now they are a ssg but ppl still like their photos + suck up to them bc they provide the goods ??? 😭😭 DHWJDJWKDJWK SUGAR MOMMIES PLS HELLO I WILL BE A SUGAR BABY VOLUNTARILY 🤚🏼 omg stop that uwuing shit im so glad some r actually talking back at fans to not do anything like that dbdbd

AHH YEAH!!! it’s little less nerve racking tbh FBWNDBJW THE EYES WILL ABSOLUTELY KILL ME if i look in the eyes of the seonghwa,, ur never hearing from me— if i go to a concert and that man looks in my direction, im gone. FBWNDJWK YUNHO MESSED UR BRACELET PLS 😭😭😭 LMFAOOOO i wonder if he rmrs and laughs randomly at it dbdbbd STOP IT STOP IT I LOOKED AWAY FBWNDBWN hands…what do u mean hands…soft- bestie- i stop it. my mind went very different ways im so sorry i-

Ok but if you passed out AT the venue maybe one of the members would pick you up 👀 typical rom com moment

THEIR BODYGUARD THATS FOR SURE FBDBBD 😭😭 no bc me passing out would be even more embarrassing and id never live after that 🔫 but my delulu would be eXCEEDING

SERIOUSLY!!! i was 9 hours north from you oMG what a small world,, who knew we’d meet on an app like this under asks dbdbdb AAAAAAA I WANT TO SEE THE PALACES TOO ive heard most of them are extremely haunted and im 😩😩😮‍💨 i hope so too!! i hope u can one day go to the south side! it has more british architecture and the scenery is mf AMAZING i do rec watching chennai express if u wanna see!!! OH THAT MOVIE the main guy in it unfortunately passed away and it was a huge thing till now BUT MAN UR SO LUCKY !!!! ur so cool too best friend omg

man indian food truly is a vegetarian/vegan hEAVENNN dhdhdh im also a vegetarian bc it tastes much better that way 😭😭😭 the street food truly tho >>>>

NO LITERALLY IF SHOULD BE!! omf u know arabic????? omg bestie ur so cool,,, STOP IT FBWNDHWKHDWKHDWK NOT THE HABIBI DBWMBDWK I BE SCREAMING HABIBI RANDOMLY FOR NO REASON 😭😭😭😭 it’s either habibi or saying haram every 2 seconds 😭😭🔫

YEAHHHHH i cannot ever do hard dom bc the hard doms go like fREAKS and they go so hard and aggressive im like bro??? don’t it hurt??? pls??? pls if u ever catch me writing hard dom, slap me in the face right away i could never— the most hwa for me is a soft dom the type who smiles against ur lips and makes u laugh during it >>>>>> wHO KNOWS WHAT HIS ACTUAL MIND IS BC 😳🤚🏼 MEOW MEOW FOREVER 😭😭😭

Question, do you use your law skills during the case? Do you put your lawyer goggles on? 👀 - DV 💖

omg i do !!!! i haven’t taken as many exceptional courses in the field yet but i accidentally took on in my first year and it was a 200 level course sO whenever the case comes up i scroll thru the notes and go “aha!” bUT OTHERWISE i just imagine how nervous they get there in the court 😭😭😭😭 do u perhaps??

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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