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lovingjingyuan · 7 months ago

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What if reader has turned into a kitten or a cat? How will the hsr boys react to that?

(got this idea from this post https://www.tumblr.com/matchaitham/717357559079665664/how-un-fur-tunate?source=share )

Pairing: Aventurine, Jing Yuan, Dr Ratio

Aventurine(Kakavasha) Would spoil you with a luxury cat life. How could this have happened?! Aventurine was just on a peaceful stroll around the IPC headquarters when a sudden peculiar cat perched its head out of the corner and started tailing him. Who allowed the cat in this building? Topaz? Oh, he wouldn’t be surprised.

Unlike Topaz Aventurine was never too fond of animals himself. It’s never that he dislikes animals but rather he feels indifferent towards pets. Yet for some reason, this cat held his regard.

“Meow~” the cat's eyes falter before Aventurine’s presence.

“Are you talking to me, kitty?”

“Meow”

“Mh? Is there something you want to say, pretty kitty?”

“Meow!♡”

Communication was harder than he anticipated, but the urgency in the cat and anomalous behavior were enough evidence that he should follow through.

“Look here, Little Kitty,” he heaved a sigh, “I really don’t have the time for this. I need to go back to work,” he gently cushioned your head between his palms so he could feel the softness of the cat fur.

But in the end, despite all his protesting, Aventurine yielded to the cat’s insistence. Aventurine trailed behind the cat into his beloved bedroom. Strange why would this cat bring him into your shared room with him? The cat directed its attention to a portrait featuring both you and Aventurine, suddenly it all clicked to Aventurine. You are the cat!

“Kitty, what do you mean? Yes, I know my sweetheart is beautiful,” he would tease you pretending he didn’t catch on to what you were trying to hint. He watched the panic arise on your kitty's face.

“Meow!”

“Just playing, sweetheart,” he knelt down, opening his arm for your embrace, “Come here you good, little kitty! Aren’t you just a clever kitty?” his fingers scratched behind one of your fluffy ears. “God, you’re adorable and lovely even as a cat.”

You profusely let out meows while in Aventurine’s embrace. You would hiss at Aventurine whenever he tried feeding you cat food.

“Well, aren’t you feeling a little feisty today, sweetheart? Okay okay, I’ll get you back in no time”

He would prodigal you in luxurious cat beds and toys, even if he realizes or knows he’ll have to turn you back into your true self sooner or later. He just wants to embrace this special moment he has with you. Plus he knows he wouldn’t be able to have you stay a cat forever. You’re his lover, not his pet. Boom! Now he adores cats! Whenever he sees a cat he would think back to the situation between you and him.

Jing Yuan He would find this situation adorable and silly. Jing Yuan strolled around his garden frowning and sighing at the weeds hanging around his garden. A sudden cat perched at his feet. His thoughts immediately wandered to Mimi, yet he knew it couldn’t be her.

“Meow~”

He gently patted the cat’s head as it nuzzled against his fingers, looking up at him with familiar eyes. It was uncanny how much this cat resembled you in his head. Jing Yuan couldn’t help but chuckle to himself thinking about how’d you react when he introduced this cat to you.

“I’m sure my love would adore you,” he muttered, scratching the cat’s chin. He couldn’t help but bring himself to smile every time the cat nuzzled, brushing his head against his touch. Such an affectionate cat.

“Meow Meow!” The cat darted off expecting Jing Yuan to follow behind. Amused by its anomalous behavior, he let this little feline lead him to the bushes.

There, he watched the cat retrieve his lover’s phone, attempting to unlock your phone. The cat meowed trying to convey a message to him as a form of communication. Jing Yuan observed the strange cat’s behavior and was intrigued by the cat’s intelligence.

Before you the cat could succeed he takes the phone away from your captive. “Sorry, kitty. I need to return this to my lover,” his eyes stay falter, stretching the cat’s chin.

“Meow!” you hissed at him trying to get him to understand you ARE the cat, yet communicating with him was inefficient.

“General!” A high-pitched voice interrupted, and a purple dragon girl appeared, recognizing her as Bailu, rushing up to Jing Yuan in panic. “I-I turned your lover into a Cat! I’m so sorry!” Bailu pleaded.

“Mhhh… how fortuitous, “ he mused, his eyes relaxing on your small frame.

“I’m so sorry General! I was giving them medicine because they came in sick! I gave them something else by accident!” Bailu continued pleading with Jing Yuan, even if she knew the General was too kind to mind.

Jing Yuan can only chuckle, kneeing to your level and patting your head. “How unfortunate, yet how adorable. I’m sure we can fix this in no time,” he scooped you up in his arms, “Right my love?”

“Meow!”

He found himself adoring every moment spent with you while you’re a cat. He even prodigal a lot of cat toys and beds for you to feel comfortable. Of course, you still choose the bed with him. When you turn back into your former self, he’ll adopt a cat who looks just like you!

Veritas Ratio Let’s say he’s certainly not the brightest when you do. Ratio would cast you a disapproving look eyeing you up and down, as you can only meow at his direction. You had somehow shifted yourself into one of Ruan Mei’s creations while messing around with the Liveform Oven, creating new Cake Cats. Due to the potential danger, Ruan Mei had to return you over to Ratio for your safety.

“You imbecile,” was the first response he came up with seeing your circumstances. He surveyed you nestling in your cake as if it’s your bed which it technically is. He shook his head in disappointment as all you could mutter out were soft meows. “What am I ever going to do with your idiocy?”

“Meow~”

His heart falters at your meows. He couldn’t deny the unbearable adorableness, yet he would never express it to keep his ego intact.

Ruan Mei did assure him the effect would wear off in 60 system hours, but could he really handle 60 system hours of this? He was certainly not thrilled knowing it would slumber his intellect. Although harsh and overly honest on the outside he did have a weakness inside of his heart for you. Ratio is just an impatient man who sounds like him who cannot keep up. He never meant to offend anyone by being honest. Needless to say he certainly enjoyed it when you nap on his lap while he engrosses himself in a good book.

I wanna start improving my writing and wording, plus i really don't know my writing style. I never had a style or anything. I was also mid writing Boothill and stopped cause idk what to do for him. I love you Aventurine ur my new obession. Still loyal to Jing Yuan. I do proof read once but that's all.

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aeralux · 1 month ago

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"After Midnight" - Jacaerys Velaryon

Boyfriend!Jacaerys x Girlfriend!Reader (modern!au) Because the 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 Calvin Klein ad still has me salivating Could be read as pt.2 to "Pretty When You Cry" or separately

Summary: You and Jace just relaxing before going to bed... in your underwear. He simply can't help but get turned on when admiring the view

Warnings: SMUT (18+); grinding; teasing (from both ends); oral (f!receiving); fingering; praising each other; the reader gets called slut twice (endearingly); both are switches (kinda?); fluffy; dry humping

Words: 4k

Notes: No description of the reader, except for having female parts and hair. I need this man biblically, I fear. If you do not like this content, do not read it.

𐔌 . ⋮ aera .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

It was a quiet evening, just like any other, really. You were straddling Jace's lap on the bed, scrolling Pinterest on your phone. It was late, and you were ready to go to bed, clad in your undies, a loose tee, and Jace in his boxers.

Suddenly you feel his cock twitching under you, getting harder just by you innocently sitting on his lap. What's the harm in teasing him a little?

You smirked, rolling your hips an experimental roll on top of his. When you heard a low groan coming from him, your phone was long forgotten. His sweet moans like music to your ears, and his beautiful face all twisted in pleasure. Any woman would go feral.

Beginning to grind against him, seeking friction against your now aching core. You could feel the head of his cock rubbing against your sensitive clit through the thin barrier of your underwear, sending shivers of pleasure through your body. Great. Now you'll need to change your underwear...

"Mmm, Jacaerys," you moaned softly, your brows furrowing in bliss as you continued to grind yourself against him. Doing all of this just to spur him on even more. You captured his lips in a heated kiss, your tongue delving into his mouth hungrily.

Jacaerys groaned into the kiss, his hands gripping your hips, guiding your movements as you ground yourself against him. He could feel your wetness through the thin fabric of your underwear, could feel the heat of your core as it pressed against his cock.

He broke the kiss, breathing heavily as he looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire. "Fuck, baby," he breathed, his voice hoarse with want. "You feel so fucking good."

He reached down, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your underwear, tugging it to the side.

He rubbed his thumb over your clit, the pad of his finger circling the sensitive bundle of nerves, slick pooling out of you. He could feel you tremble above him, could hear your breath hitch as he touched you.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard," he promised, his voice low and husky. "I'm going to make you scream my name until you're hoarse."

Oh, but he's got it all wrong. You are in charge right now (at least for a while).

You leaned back, a wicked smirk playing on my lips as you savoured the look of pure desire across Jacaerys' handsome features. Your hips continuing to grind against him, teasingly slow.

"Nuh-uh," you purred, your voice low and seductive. "You're gonna cum like this, pretty boy," you emphasised each word with a sensual roll of your hips. "You're gonna cum in your clean boxers from feeling my wet cunt rub against you like a good boy, yeah?"

You gazed down at him through hooded eyes, drinking in the sight of his face contorted in pleasure, the way his muscles tensed beneath you. The power you held over him at this moment sent pleasure straight to your core.

Your fingers trailed down his chest, nails lightly scraping against his skin as you kept up your torturous pace. You could feel his cock throbbing beneath the thin fabric of his boxers, the damp patch growing with each pass of your hips.

Jacaerys let out a low groan, his head falling back against the pillows as you teased him mercilessly. The feel of your wet heat against his cock was almost too much to bear, the friction driving him wild with need.

He could feel his release building, his balls tightening, his cock pulsing with the need to spill itself inside you.

He looked up at you, his eyes dark with lust and adoration. "You're so fucking sexy," he breathed, his voice rough with desire. "I'm gonna cum," he warned, his voice strained.

Without a word, you raised your hips just as he was about to let go. Denying his sweet release.

Jacaerys let out a frustrated groan as you did that, his hips bucking up desperately, seeking the friction he so desperately craved. "Fuck," he growled, his voice strained with need. "Don't tease me like this."

He could feel his cock throbbing, aching for relief, the damp patch in his boxers growing bigger with each passing second. He was so close, so fucking close, and the denial was almost too much to bear.

You simply looked down at Jacaerys with a cruel smile, your hips gently bouncing on his in a slow, tantalising rhythm. The friction was minimal, barely enough to tease, and you knew it was driving him wild.

"You want more, don't you, pretty boy?" You purred, your voice low and seductive. "You want to feel me, all of me, wrapped around your hot, throbbing cock."

You ran your nails lightly down his chest, leaving faint red lines in their wake.

Jacaerys let out a low, pained moan, his hips bucking up into your teasing touches. He could feel every nerve ending in his body screaming for more, begging for release, but you kept him on the edge, denying him the pleasure he so desperately craved.

"Yes," he growled, his voice rough with need. "Fuck, I want you. I need you. Please, baby, let me feel you."

He reached up, his hands gripping your hips, trying to pull you down onto him, but you resisted, keeping your movements slow and torturous.

"Tease," he accused, his voice strained. His weak accusations making you grin.

But even as he complained, he couldn't help the smile that tugged at his lips, the way his eyes darkened with desire. He loved the way you were taking control, the way you drove him wild with need.

"If you want me to beg," he challenged, his voice low and seductive, "then I will beg. Please, please let me feel your tight, wet pussy wrapped around my cock. Please let me fuck you until you're screaming my name."

A shiver runs down your spine as you hear his desperate pleas, almost giving in. His needy whimpers sending heat straight to your core. "Mmm, you sound so pretty when you beg for me," you purr, your voice thick with lust. "Such a good boy." Jace's eyes close in pleasure from the praise, letting out a low moan.

You grind your soaked folds along the length of his throbbing cock. The friction is delicious, the heat of him searing you even through the thin fabric of your underwear.

"Fuck, Jacaerys," you moan, your head falling back as you lose yourself in the sensation.

You grind your hips harder, faster, the friction borders on uncomfortable, but it feels so fucking good.

Jacaerys moans loudly as you grind against him. He can feel his cock throbbing, leaking pre-cum, the damp patch in his boxers growing with each pass of your hips.

"Yes," he hisses, his hands gripping your hips tightly, guiding your movements. "Fuck, just like that. Grind on my cock like a good girl."

He reaches up, his hands cupping your breasts, squeezing them roughly, thumbing your nipples through the thin fabric of your shirt. He leans up, capturing one in his mouth, sucking hard, grazing it with his teeth.

"I'm so fucking close," he pants against your skin, his hips bucking up into yours. "Gonna cum in my fucking boxers if you keep this up."

He releases your nipple, leaving a wet patch on your shirt. He looks up at you with hooded eyes, his face flushed with pleasure.

You lean back, giving him a wicked smirk as your hips grind against his with increasing desperation. "Mmm, my pretty boy," you say breathily.

You can feel his cock twitching beneath you, so hard and ready. You want to feel him soil himself, cum just from your touch, all pathetic and whiny, just for you. Making his mind blank from pleasure.

"That's it," you encourage, your voice low and breathy. "Cum in your fucking boxers like a good boy."

You can feel your own release building, your core clenching, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. But it’s not enough, though his release will be just as sweet nonetheless.

Jacaerys lets out a whiny, tortured moan as you tease and praise him. He can feel his release building, his cock throbbing, aching for relief, but he tries to hold back, wanting to prolong this moment for as long as possible.

"Fuck," he growls, his voice strained. "You're gonna make me cum like a fucking virgin..."

He looks up at you, his eyes dark and wild, his chest heaving with each laboured breath.

His hips buck up into yours, the friction beginning to get slightly uncomfortable, but still so incredibly pleasurable. He can feel his balls tightening, his cock pulsing, the pressure building to a breaking point.

"Please," he begs, his voice breaking on the word. "Please let me cum, please let me fill my fucking boxers with my seed."

He knows he's being pathetic, knows he sounds like a desperate, needy mess, but he doesn't care. All he cares about is his release.

You grind your wet, dripping pussy harder against Jacaerys' throbbing cock, feeling every inch of him through our barely-there layers. Your panties are thoroughly soaked, and there is a wet patch on the front of his boxers, right where his hard shaft is.

"Mmh, fuck," you breathe, losing yourself in the delicious friction. You guide his face to your chest, and he eagerly latches onto your nipple again through your top, his warm mouth sending sparks of pleasure through you.

Jacaerys whimpers against your nipple, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. He can feel his cock throbbing, aching for release, the pressure building to an unbearable level.

"Cum for me, Jace," you coo, your nails raking down his back and neck now. "Be pathetic, fill your boxers like a good boy..."

He sucks harder on your nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud. His hands grip your hips tightly, holding you in place as he grinds up into you, seeking more friction, more heat.

You press your hips down harder, desperate for more. You want to feel him lose control, soak himself just from your touch. You're so fucking close, but you’ll deal with that later. Right now, all that matters is getting him to cum in his 'pants'.

He releases your nipple, panting heavily as he looks up at you, his eyes wild and desperate. "Fuck," he groans, his voice strained. "I'm so fucking close. Gonna cum like a pathetic little boy, just for you."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chants, his voice high and desperate. "Gonna cum, gonna fucking cum."

His cock pulses once, twice, three times, and then he's coming, spilling himself in his boxers, ruining his clean boxers. He moans loudly, his face buried in your chest, his hips jerking erratically as he rides out his release.

He collapses back onto the bed, his chest heaving, his skin slick with sweat. He looks up at you, his eyes glassy and unfocused, a satisfied and tired smile on his face.

"Holy shit," he pants, his voice hoarse.

"Look at the mess you made," you purr, teasing him as you glance down at the damp patch on Jacaerys' boxers. Your panties were sticky as well, with your juices and his hot seed.

With a smile, you hook your fingers under the bottom of your soaked panties, slowly pulling them to the side. The cool air hits your slick folds, making you shudder. You're aching for release, your pussy wet and messy with his sticky seed and your arousal.

"Clean me up, pretty boy," you coo, spreading your legs wider on top of him, leaning back and giving him a perfect view of your glistening sex.

Jacaerys swallows hard, his eyes locked onto your glistening folds. He can see his own release mixed with your juices, the sight making his cock twitch in his soiled boxers.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. "So fucking messy."

Jace pushes you gently onto your back, quickly settling in between your thighs. With an urgency you've never seen before, he quickly tugs down your cute panties, groaning at the sight.

He wastes no time, leaning in and burying his face between your thighs, his tongue lapping at your folds, tasting the mix of your arousal and his own release. He moans at the taste, the sounds vibrating against your sensitive flesh, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through your body.

"Oh fuck!" you moan, your brows furrowing in pleasure. Your hands instinctively go to his hair, tugging him closer to your dripping cunny. You try to grind against his tongue, seeking more, but his iron grip on your ass holds you in place.

"All it took was someone to touch this messy little pussy, and you're back to being all docile," Jace smirks, his teasing words sending a shiver down your spine. He's right, and you both know it. The moment he touches you, and takes control, you turn submissive. It feels too good to have him take control and let him do whatever he wants to you.

You arch your back, pushing your hips forward, desperate for more. "Yes," you pant, your voice breathy and needy. "I just want to be a good girl for you, Jace."

Jacaerys' ego swells at your words, a smug grin spreading across his face. He loves how responsive you are to his touch, how easily he can reduce you to a needy, desperate mess with just a flick of his tongue.

He continues his oral assault on your pussy, his tongue delving deep, fucking you hard and fast, before circling your clit, teasing you mercilessly. He alternates between long, slow licks and quick flicks, paying attention to your reactions.

"Mmm, such a good girl," he purrs, the words muffled against your wet flesh. "Such an obedient little slut for me." Your eyes widen at his dirty words, a whimper escaping your lips. Only he could call you a 'slut' and make it feel like praise.

He slides two fingers into your tight heat, pumping them in and out, curling them just right, hitting that spot that makes you see stars. At the same time, he seals his lips around your clit, sucking hard, flicking the sensitive nub with his tongue.

"Fuuuck," you shriek, your hips stuttering as he repeatedly hits the soft spot inside your velvety walls, making you see white spots. But it doesn't last long. Jacaerys soon pulls up and flashes you a teasing smirk.

He blows cool air over your heated flesh, watching your tight hole contract, as you writhe beneath him. "You want to be a good girl for me?" he asks, his voice rough with lust. "What does a good girl do?"

You look at him with wide glossy eyes, clit pulsing with need. "I-I don't... what?" You ask him, mind blank from his assault on your sopping pussy.

Jacaerys chuckles darkly, amused by your dazed expression. He knows exactly what he's doing to you, how he's reducing you to a needy, desperate mess with just his mouth and fingers.

"A good girl begs for what she wants," he explains, his voice low and commanding. "A good girl tells her master exactly what she needs."

He leans in, his breath hot against your inner thigh. "So tell me, baby. Tell me what you want. Beg for it. Show me how much you need it."

He punctuates each word with a teasing flick of his tongue against your clit, the brief contact sending sparks of pleasure through your body.

Before the words even register, you find yourself pleading with him, your best puppy-dog eyes trained on his face. "Please, Jace," you whimper, your voice cracking with desperation. "I missed you so much. Fuck."

"Come on, sweetheart," he coaxes, his voice gentle despite the filthy words. "I know you can do better than that. Beg for my tongue, beg for my fingers. Beg for me to make you cum like the desperate little slut you are."

You bite your lip, your cheeks flushing with heat as you admit, "Every time I touched myself at night, I thought of you. Your tongue, your fingers... your fat cock," you say, drawing out the last words in a sultry whine.

You squirm beneath him, your pussy contracting with need. "Please, I want to gush all over your tongue. I want to be a good girl for you, Jace."

You look at him through your lashes, your eyes wide and pleading. "Please. I need you. I need your mouth on me. I need to cum."

acaerys groans at your desperate pleas, his cock throbbing in his boxers. He loves seeing you like this, so needy and wanton, begging for his touch. It strokes his ego in the best ways.

"Fuck, you're so sexy when you beg," he praises, his voice low and rough. "So desperate for my cock, for my mouth. Such a good little slut for me."

He buries his face between your thighs once more, his tongue delving deep into your heat, fucking you hard and fast. He licks up your slit, circling your clit with the tip of his tongue, before sealing his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

He sucks hard, flicking it with the tip of his tongue, his lips creating a delicious suction. At the same time, he pumped his fingers into your tight channel. His tongue works your clit while his fingers fuck you hard and fast, the obscene wet sounds of his mouth on your pussy filling the room. Your coquettish high-pitched moans reaching the neighbours, surely.

"Fuck, I missed you so much. Thought about you and your sweet cunt all day and night," his dirt yet sweet words make your pussy clench around his digits, drawing a smirk from him.

"You...you did?" You breathe, your voice trembling. You tug at his hair, needing to feel him closer to ensure this is real.

You pull him to your pussy, needing his mouth on you, needing him close. "Show me," you urge him, your voice desperate. "Show me how much you missed me."

"Fuck, you taste so good," he groans, the words muffled against your flesh. "Missed this sweet little cunt. Missed the way you taste, the way you feel, the way you scream for me."

He pulls back just enough to look up at you, his eyes dark and intense. "Gonna make you cum so hard, baby. Gonna make you shake and scream and gush all over my face. Gonna make you forget everything except my name."

With that promise, he dives back in, his tongue and fingers working you over, pushing you closer and closer to that brink of pleasure.

"Ahh!" you shriek in ecstasy, your back arching off the bed as Jace's skilled tongue works you over. Each flick against your clit sends electrifying waves of pleasure through your body, your muscles tightening as you climb higher and higher towards your peak. You squeeze your eyes shut, lost in the intense sensations consuming you.

It feels so damn good, his mouth on you, devouring your most intimate places. The way he sucks and licks, the filthy noises he makes, it's all driving you wild. You can feel your orgasm building, your core clenching, the pressure growing.

"Oh god, Jace, yes!" You cry out, your fingers tangling in his hair, holding him against you. You grind your hips against his face, desperate for more, chasing that delicious high.

You're so close, teetering on the edge, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Just a little more, a little harder. You can feel it, your body tensing, your toes curling, your whole world narrowing to the incredible pleasure radiating from your core.

"Please, please, please," you chant, your voice high and desperate.

Jacaerys feels you tensing, your body coiling tighter and tighter, ready to snap. He can sense your impending orgasm, can feel it in the way your muscles quiver beneath him, can taste it in the flood of your arousal on his tongue.

He works his fingers at an almost punishing pace, your juices making it easy for him to slip them in and out of you.

"That's it, baby," he growls, the words vibrating against your sensitive flesh. "Cum for me. Cum all over my face. Let go, let go."

He seals his lips around your clit once more, sucking hard, flicking the sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue.

And with a final flick of his tongue, a final pump of his fingers, he sends you flying, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave.

Your mouth falls open in a silent scream as your orgasm washes over you. A single, loud moan slips out, your voice breaking with the intensity of your pleasure. "Oh fuck!" You cry out, your head spinning, your vision blurring at the edges.

Your hands tremble as they pet Jace's hair, urging him on as he fingers you through the aftershocks, drawing out your pleasure.

Jacaerys moans as you cum on his tongue, your sweet nectar flooding his mouth, your body shaking and jerking beneath him. He continues to lap at your clit, to pump his fingers into your fluttering channel, prolonging your pleasure for as long as possible.

He slows his touches as you start to come down, his tongue licking soft and slow over your sensitive flesh, soothing you as your body twitches and flutters. He presses soft kisses to your inner thighs, to your mound, his slight stubble tickling your skin.

Finally, he pulls back, looking up at you with a satisfied smirk. He licks your essence from his lips, his eyes dark and hungry. "Fuck, you taste even better than I remembered," he says in a dark voice.

He crawls up your body, pressing soft kisses to your stomach, your ribs, your breasts, until he reaches your mouth. He kisses you deeply, sharing your taste with you, letting you feel the heat of your own arousal on his tongue.

"You're incredible," he murmurs against your lips, his hand cupping your cheek tenderly. "The hottest, sexiest woman I've ever met. And you're all mine."

"Wow," you giggle as you hear his words, pressing a soft kiss on the tip of his nose. "And I have the most handsome, the prettiest man," you whisper into his ear. "You know I'm bad with compliments, so enjoy this," you tease him with a soft smirk playing on your lips.

Jacaerys chuckles, nuzzling into your neck, his breath tickling your sensitive skin. "Well, you're just full of surprises, aren't you?" he teases back, his hand trailing down your side, over the curve of your hip, coming to rest on your ass.

He gives it a squeeze, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. "Pretty boy, huh? Guess I can't argue with that. Especially when you're staring at me with those pretty eyes of yours, all fuck-drunk and satisfied."

You whine softly as Jace's fingers dig into the soft flesh of your rear. But as his words reach your ears, a smile overtakes your features, pupils wide.

"And it's all because of you," you murmur, your voice low and breathy. "I'm all yours, any way you want me."

You gaze up at him, your eyes filled with tenderness, brushing your thumb gently over his lower lip.

Jacaerys captures your thumb between his teeth, giving it a playful nip before sucking it into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the digit. He looks down at you through his lashes, his eyes dark and hooded, still filled with lingering lust.

He releases your thumb with a wet pop, his lips curving into a wicked grin. "Mmm, mine," he says, his voice low and possessive. "All mine to touch, to taste, to fuck."

"And I intend to do all of those things, over and over again. Until you're sore and satisfied, mind blank and body limp."

He punctuates his words with a sharp nip to your bottom lip, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. His hand moves from your ass to your lower back, pulling you closer.

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dollwrites · 1 year ago

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𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!human!reader, leviathan’s envy, sensory deprivation ( blindfolding ), mentions / suggestions of mindbreak, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 ∣ day thirty-one ( we did it !!! ) [ leviathan + sensory deprivation ( blindfolding ) ]

“Leviathan,” your voice is soft and needy, and your hands reach blindly for him. you could hear his breathing, feel the furious heat of it against your neck, tickling your earlobe, setting all of your hairs on end. “— let me see you. Please.” you choked the plea out, coupled with a stuttering breath. he was so beautiful, you could only imagine how sinful he would look right now, his tight, lean form drenched in sparkling diamonds of sweat. howlite eyes heavily lidded, glowing with desire, and his cherry-stained cheeks fanned by thick, fluttering blonde lashes.

but, there was an obstruction. satin obsidian, a necktie, bandaged around your eyes, keeping your vision dark and abysmal. if you didn’t gaze upon his perfection while he ruined you, you thought you might be driven to madness.

“Leviathan…”

a soft, pleased grunt accompanied by a gust of hot breath fills your ear. “I might get jealous.” he whispered to you. it was half a threat, but there was an inkling of excitement to his words. as if teasing his envy would thrill him, too. “If you see how beautiful I look while I fuck you. Or… If you see other things that only my eyes are meant to see… the way your back winds like a serpent, hips pushing back to take my cock in,” Leviathan lets out a heavy breath, one gloved hand grasping the flare of your hip and pulling you into his rutting. you cry out, feeling his cock feel you to the hilt. your mouth hangs open, strangled pleas dying on your breathless lips, and he moans again. “The way you drool and babble, just for me. Each and every goosebump that raises on your skin as I touch—“ the digits left unveiled by the leather glove are warm to the touch, and gently rub your skin, massaging the beads of your own perspiration into it. “These things that are only meant for me to witness. I don’t even want you to see how I can make you writhe with lust.”

your hands fumble towards him again, over your head. behind you. trying to grasp his horns. you needed something to hold on to, to squeeze. and you knew his horns were extra sensitive the moment his cock slid into you. “F—feels good..!” you gurgle, swatting haplessly towards where you pictured his horns jut upwards towards the sky. you anticipated feeling the antlers against your finger pads, but your desperate grappling is met with nothing but air.

was he angling his head away, keeping his horns just out of your grip?

“You want to please me more.” he mutters, and it his rumbling baritone is laced with a faint amusement. “To make me cry out and cum so quickly. Is it because you can’t handle me? Is my lovemaking too delicious for you? Does my cock make you so weak and desperate?”

a flustered nod, and a helpless babble of his name. it’s enough to curb his desire for praise for the very small moment. your fingers curl, expecting to do so around air, but there’s a faint jingle. cool metal tickles your knuckles, and you realized that you’ve taken the dainty, silver chain connecting his horns in one, weak fist. “N—need… t-this—“ it’s almost nonsensical, blurting out words that are mere pieces of a complete thought that’s been fucked out of you. “Nee—eed you!”

“You’re enjoying yourself immensely. It feels so good, yes? To take my cock deep and hard, push your limits. I’m being so generous to you, pouring so much pleasure- euphoria, into your sensitive, human body that you can hardly contain it all.” Leviathan sighs, nipping at the edge of the blindfold with his sharp canines, tugging ever so slightly, as if teasing that he might take it off. “Your feeble, mortal psyche might break if I’m too magnanimous. How troublesome it is to be delicate with you, when what I really want is to decimate you completely. Ah, I’m jealous that you can be broken so beautifully.”

“T—the blindfold…” you mewl again, leaning back against his deep, slow thrusting. it feels so good that you can only slump against his chest and hang on to the chain. your jaw hangs slack, tongue dangling against your chin. “Please, Leviathan!”

but you hear a soft clicking, his tongue against his teeth as both of his hands now envelop you— careening upwards to encase your breasts against his palms. he squeezes, thumbs and forefingers pinching your sensitive nipples until you let out a pathetic squeak. “Stay in the dark…” he demands, low and sultry, his tongue slithering out to trace his name over your neck and up into your ear, where he huffs, “I’ll get jealous if you witness this glorious destruction with me.”

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felixsramen · 8 months ago

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Through it all

Pairing: Soft Dom Hongjoong x Sub Fem Reader x Switch Mingi

Summary: You wake up to a bed that previously had your two boyfriends in it. Now there's only one and so you set off to find your other piece. You eventually do but he can't seem to sleep. What better way than to help him sleep by making him relax with your other boyfriends help?

Warnings: body worshipping, poly ateez Hongjoong and Mingi, soft sex with Mingi and Hongjoong, Nipple play, MxMxF, MxM so Hongjoong and Mingi action, Use of pet names, Sweet aftercare, They're all obsessed with each other really, I think that's it but I'll update it if I think of anything else

Notes: My original inspiration for this was Hongjoong with glasses. It does something to me.

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Your alarm clock flashed red. 2:27am it read. You looked over to the side of your bed. One of two of your boyfriends asleep in the bed. Mingi was laying practically on the other side of the bed. The middle was earlier taken up by Hongjoong, yet he was nowhere to be found.

You slid the covers off you and slid your feet into your slippers that Mingi and Hongjoong had gotten for your birthday not too long ago.

You had an idea of where your boyfriend headed off to walking in the direction. Your hand goes to the doorknob leading downstairs into Hongjoongs producing room.

You heard the soft clicks of Hongjoongs computer mouse as the bright screen illuminated the room. You finally step off the first step and watch your boyfriend click on something else on his computer.

"Joong?" You say still kind of tired, but you'd be damned if you went back to bed without Hongjoong.

He turns around in his chair, and he looks at you smiling softly. His glasses are sitting on his beautiful face. "Hi princess." He says and holds out his arms for you.

You walk into his arms, and Hongjoong wraps his hands around you. "What are you doing up?" He asks you concerned and bringing you into his lap.

"You weren't there with me and Mingi." You say nuzzling into his neck.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't sleep. I figured I might as well get some work done." He says, and you pull your head from his neck, looking at him.

"How long have you been down here?" You ask him, and he sighs.

"Since around midnight." He says, and you look at him concerned.

"You need to come back to bed." You say cupping his face. Hongjoong knew you were right.

"What if I can't sleep again?" He says, raising an eyebrow at you.

You smile at him. "Well, I'll just have to help you." You say and kiss him. He kisses you back, his hands going to your hips.

You pull away, and he sighs pretending it was a hassle to agree. You could tell by the way a smile went to his face as he did it he was messing with you.

"Yeah, okay. Let's go back to bed, princess." He says, pecking your lips one more time. He smiles at you as you get off him, saving his progress, and closing the computer, turning it off.

He intertwines your hands and guides you through the dark room so you don't trip or fall. Finally you come to the door and he opens it and that's when you take the lead back to the bedroom. Hongjoong hoped you knew he'd follow you and Mingi to the ends of the earth.

You open the door and see your taller boyfriend who was once asleep now awake.

"What are you two doing up? I was just about to come find you guys." Mingi says, and you smile at him, leading Hongjoong to the bed.

"I woke up, and Hongjoong wasn't in bed, so I went to his studio downstairs and got him to come back to bed." You say, and Mingi, who is still half asleep, nods.

Hongjoong gets into bed, and instead of sliding beside him, you climb on top of him. He was about to take his glasses off and hand them to Mingi to set on the nightstand, but you grabbed his hand before he could.

"You won't sleep if you're not tired. We might as well give you a reason to be right, Mingi?" You say, and Mingi looks at you and nods. He was tired but not tired enough to help get his boyfriend to bed.

Hongjoong looks at you. "You need me to keep my glasses on for that?" He asks you.

You smile at him. "No, but I love you in your glasses. They look sexy on you." You say, and he raises an eyebrow at you, smirking.

"You hear this, Mingi? She thinks I look sexy with glasses." Mingi smiles at Hongjoongs words as he sits up.

"That's because you do." Mingi says back to him. Mingi leans down, placing his lips on Hongjoongs. Hongjoong relaxes into the kiss as Mingi takes control of the kiss. Mingi tries to pull away after a while, but Hongjoong bites his lip softly before letting him move.

Hongjoong looks to you expecting the same thing, and you smile at him. "So cute Joong." You say, and Hongjoong smiles at you. "Cute? I prefer sexy."

You giggle, but Hongjoong silences your giggles with a kiss. Hongjoong takes over the kiss, deciding to push his tongue in your mouth. You sigh, relaxing into the makeout session. Mingi's hands go to your shirt, pulling it up as Hongjoong pulls away from the makeout session, letting your shirt go over your head before his lips fall back on yours.

Hongjoongs hands move from your hips going up to your bra. He unclips your bra, and you let it slide down. You pull your lips from Hongjoongs sighing but looking at Mingi, who is biting his lip now.

"Forgot that I was here?" Mingi asks with a chuckle, but you and Hongjoong immediately shake your head.

"Of course not. Hongjoong is just so needy." You reply to him, but Hongjoong pinches your side, making you yelp in surprise. You playfully glare at the man under you, but Hongjoong only gives you a smile. "Not sorry. You should be careful of your words." Hongjoong tells you leaning up, pressing a quick kiss to your lips, making you relax once more.

Your eyes land on Mingi once more. He gives you a smile, and you feel your stomach fill with butterflies. You can't help but lean in and press a soft to his lips. It only seems to make the butterflies swarm more in your stomach. Only these two men could have this effect on you.

You feel a hand gently fondle your breasts. It has you moaning softly into your boyfriends mouth. Mingi doesn't let you pull away to see who it is, but you're sure it's Hongjoongs groping your chest.

Mingi is pushing his tongue into your mouth, and you can't help but relax into him. Everything about your boyfriends was just so comforting.

Mingi gently lifts you off Hongjoong and into his lap. You can feel his boner pressed against you, and you can't help but grind against it, wanting to feel more. Mingis tongue continues to explore your mouth eagerly, and the hands on your breasts don't stop groping you.

Mingi pulls away, and you're breathing heavily. Your body collapses against him, trying to catch your breath from the heavy make-out session. The hands aren't on your chest anymore.

You finally catch your breath and move from Mingis chest. You look up, and you're met with Hongjoong and Mingi mid make out session. Hongjoong has total control of the kiss. His tongue is shoved into Mingis's mouth, trying to reach every inch of it. You think you could cum from the sight alone.

Mingis hand goes to the end of Hongjoongs shirt, and he grabs it. He lifts the shirt up, and Hongjoong moves from the kiss so Mingi can pull it off him. Mingis is careful to make sure the shirt doesn't get caught on the glasses perfectly framing his face.

Your eyes can't help but drift over his body. Everything about Hongjoong made you love him even more. The tattoo on his inner arm your eyes always seemed to go to. No matter how many times you stared at it, you were just as captivated and enraptured by it. Mingi was just as much, if not a bigger fan of it.

Mingis hands travel over Hongjoongs body, and he lets him. Hongjoong had known how obsessed you and Mingi were with his body. If it made you both happy to feel all over him, he's more than happy to let you do exactly that.

Mingis hand eventually goes over Hongjoongs tattoo. 'No 1 like me.' Is inked out across his inner arm. Mingis hand continues to rub over Hongjoongs body. Eventually, Mingi has had enough, and his lips are on Hongjoongs once more.

You move off of Mingis lap. It's clear he's already missing your warmth because he frowns into the kiss the moment you move away. However you want to watch your boyfriends together.

Hongjoong pulls away once more. Their eyes fall on you. You give them a smile, and that seems to settle the both of them. Hongjoongs hand goes to your thigh, and you wonder if he's going to pull you in his lap once more, but he doesn't.

Hongjoongs hand rubs up and down your thigh slowly. "We'll take good care of you after." Hongjoong is looking at you full of love. You know they will. They always do. Hongjoongs hand then moves away.

Hongjoong brings a hand to Mingis face, caressing it softly. Mingi relaxes into his touch, and Hongjoong can't help but stare at the man in front of him who is so willing to please him.

"Min, you're so pretty." Hongjoongs words make Mingi blush. He doesn't move from Hongjoongs touch, though. "You'll let me show you how pretty you are?" Hongjoongs words only make the man turn a deeper shade of red.

Mingi nods at Hongjoong. "Please." Mingi breathes out, and it's almost breathless. Hongjoong smiles at him as his hand goes to Mingis sweatpants. Mingi holds his breath as Hongjoongs hand disappears inside. Then, a moan comes from his gorgeous lips.

You can see what Hongjoong is doing, but it clearly has Mingi falling apart. Then his hand is pulling out Mingis sweatpants, and Mingi lets out a small whine. Hongjoong, however, silences it with a kiss.

Hongjoong gives Mingi a smile as he pulls away, but Mingi is clearly confused why Hongjoong pulled his hand away. "It's okay, pretty boy. I just want to get your sweatpants off. Our gorgeous girl should see how pretty you look. All of you." Hongjoong presses a quick kiss to Mingis' lips.

Mingi lifts his hips up, and Hongjoong pulls off his sweatpants along with his boxers. "Pretty boy with a pretty cock." Hongjoong mumbles as his eyes are on Mingis cock. Mingi gets embarrassed at his words and a whine escaped his mouth. Hongjoong chuckles and his hand wraps around Mingis cock once more forcing a moan out of him.

Hongjoong is staring at Mingi as if he's some kind of precious jewel, and you can't help but stare, too. Hongjoongs hand glides up all the way to the tip. His thumb comes to the slit smearing the precum along it.

You watch as Mingis falls forward into Hongjoongs hold. His head hides in Hongjoongs neck. Sweet moan after moan falls from his lips as Hongjoong slides his hand back down. He repeats the motions over and over twisting and turning his hand along Mingis cock. The head is bright red and Mingis moans only increase in volume.

Hongjoong is biting his lip hearing Mingis moans, and you're getting just as turned on. "You sound so pretty. Are you close, Min? Going to cum for me? Cum all over my hand Min. I'll even let our baby have a taste. You know how much she enjoys our cum." That seems to be enough for Mingi. He lets out the loudest moan you've heard so far and he cums into Hongjoongs hand. His hips roll into Hongjoongs hand as Hongjoong jerks him off until he's whining from overstimulation.

Mingi takes a second, breathing deeply into Hongjoongs neck. Hongjoongs hand that doesn't have cum all over it comes to Mingis back. He rubs it until Mingis breath evens out. Mingis head moves from Hongjoongs neck and Hongjoong places a kiss on top of his head.

Hongjoong and Mingis eyes land on you. Your legs are pressed tightly together. "Come here, baby." Hongjoong softly tells you. You can't help but do as he tells you.

As soon as you're in front of him, he's smiling at you. He offers his hand out to you. It's glistening with Mingis cum and who are you to say no to it. Your mouth wraps around his fingers. You stare at him as you lick your other boyfriends cum off his fingers. It's only a little bitter considering your boyfriend has been doing his best to drink more water.

Hongjoong pulls his fingers out of your mouth, and he's quick to press his lips to yours. His tongue forces its way into your mouth, and you don't even try to fight back. Instead, you relax into it. You feel hands go to your waist and pull at your shorts. You lift up, and your shorts and panties are pulled down and off.

Hongjoong pulls away from your lips. His hands go to his shorts, and you feel Mingis hands on your waist. Mingi presses a kiss to your neck, and you sigh out. You lean your head over so he can have more access, and your eyes start to shut as he continues to kiss your neck and suck hickies into it.

Another pair of hands meet your skin, and you open your eyes. Hongjoong is smiling at you. "Pretty girl. Min is going to leave so many hickies if you continue to let him. When you go back to work, they'll notice them even if you try to cover them up." Hongjoong laughs out. Mingi moves his lips from your neck. He was clearly getting carried away, and Hongjoongs words seemed to break him out of his trance.

Hongjoong presses a quick kiss to your lips, still laughing when he pulls away. Hongjoong moves back against the headboard, propping a pillow behind him. He sits up, and his eyes are on you as Mingis hands go to your nipples. He plays with them and presses another kiss to your neck. Then he's moving away.

Hongjoong opens his arms for you. "Come here, sweet girl. I want to fuck you." You do as he wants and crawl into his lap. You hover over him and his hands rest on your thigh.

"Whenever you're ready." Hongjoong tells you. His hands slowly caress your thighs. You take a deep breath, and then you're lowering yourself down onto him. A moan falls from your lips as you continue to sink down onto him.

You can't help but feel full as you bottom out. It's too much pleasure, and your body falls forward, and your head hides in Hongjoongs neck. A breathy moan falls from your lips as Hongjoongs' hands go to your hips.

"Tell me when you're ready. I'll fuck you nice and slow my love." Hongjoong tells you. The words are just so sweet. You take another shaky breath but then you nod. That's enough for Hongjoong and he's lifting you up and pushing you down once more making you both moan out.

Hongjoongs doing as he said. Fucking you nice and slow. He's deep and hitting every spot inside you. You can't help but slowly lose your mind. Then Hongjoongs moans are silenced but he continues to fuck into you. You look up and you're met with Mingi kissing Hongjoong. It's a slow make out session matching Hongjoongs pace as he fucks you.

You're already so close and watching your boyfriends almost lazily make out makes you want to cum even more. Mingi moves from Hongjoongs lips and then he's looking at you. His hand comes under your chin moving you away from Hongjoongs neck. Then his lips are on yours. You relax into the kiss instantly. Mingis kiss is almost like Hongjoongs thrusts. Slow and yet so full of love.

"Look at my pretty babies." Hongjoong coos at both you and Mingi. You both move from each other to Hongjoongs words. Clearly, you both had gotten too lost into it. "Don't mind me. I was just enjoying the show." Hongjoongs still thrusting into you, making you lose your mind.

You and Mingi looked at each other, relieved that Hongjoong didn't feel like he was being left out. Mingis lips are on yours once more after that. His tongue slips into your mouth this time. It's hard trying to focus on the make-out session Mingi has started when Hongjoong has you so close to the edge. Mingi continues to lick into your mouth, trying to almost force you into remembering what he tastes like after.

"You're close, aren't you? Go ahead and cum for me princess." Hongjoong sounds likes he's just as close. Mingi pulls away from your lips but a trail of saliva connects you both. Mingis fucked out expression is what throws you over the edge. You're cumming around Hongjoong and he's burying himself deeper into you with a groan. You collapse against Hongjoongs chest breathing heavily.

You feel the bed shift, and your head lifts as you watch Mingi try to move away carefully. Your hands reach out for the tall man even though you're exhausted. "Where are you going? Stay, please?" You can't help the tears that start springing to your eyes.

Mingi stops moving to get off the bed for a second. His hands go to your face, caressing it. "It's okay. I'm not going anywhere. I'm just going to start a bath for us. If not, we'll be here all night sticky." Mingi looks at Hongjoong, who's reaching out for him too. "Just a few minutes." Hongjoong tells Mingi. Mingi sighs out, and he knows he's lost this battle. He moves back onto the bed, and then he's lying beside Hongjoong on his shoulder.

A couple minutes pass, and eventually, Mingi is able to convince you both to let him run a bath. The bathroom door is shut, but you can hear the water filling in the tub. "How'd we get so lucky to have him?" Hongjoong asks you. His hand is rubbing your back, and he's smiling down at you. "I don't know. We must have been superheros or something in our past lives. I even got you, so I think I had to do more than be a superhero, actually." Hongjoong laughs at your words.

The bathroom door opens once more. Mingi comes out and makes his way over to you both. He lifts you off of Hongjoong carefully. "I'll be taking her." Mingi tells Hongjoong, making you laugh in his arms. "You can't just take her!" Hongjoong gives Mingi a faux glare. "Well, I am. My boyfriend has to pick us out some clothes for us and change the sheets." Mingi gives Hongjoong a kiss on the lips that Hongjoong is quick to melt into.

"You've convinced me." Hongjoong mumbles out with a smile. "Don't be long. I want to wash you." You tell Hongjoong. Hongjoong presses a quick kiss to your lips. "I won't. Especially since my two favorite people aren't in my arms." Hongjoong presses another kiss to Mingis' lips. When Hongjoong pulls away that's when Mingi carries you to the bathroom.

Mingi sits in the water with your back against his chest, holding you. "You're so gorgeous." Mingi mumbles out as you grab the soap. You turn in his arms to face him. "You're so handsome." You say back with a bright smile on your face. Mingi lets you wash him off and even wash his hair.

The door opens, and Hongjoong walks into the bathroom carrying clothes for all three of you. Most of them look like his own, and they probably are.

Hongjoong gets into the bathtub, careful of you and Mingi. "We need a bigger bathtub." He mumbles out, making you and Mingi laugh. "Well, buy us a bigger house while you're at." Mingi tells Hongjoong. Hongjoong raises an eyebrow. "I like our house now." You turn around once more, your back pressed against Mingis chest facing Hongjoong.

Hongjoong watches as you grab the soap once more. "It's perfect for just us three." Hongjoong tells Mingi, who is still smiling at him. "I agree. So stop complaining about the bathtub then. Plus, you were the one that picked out the house, too." Mingi reminds Hongjoong. Hongjoong only sighs out, knowing he's right.

It doesn't take long for you to all finish in the bathtub. You're quick to realize that Hongjoong did indeed grab his clothes for you both to wear. An oversized hoodie for you and then another one for Mingi that just perfectly fits Mingi. Hongjoongs has one of his black shirts on, but Mingi eventually convinces him to put on one of his hoodies practically drowning Hongjoong in it.

You're all three back in bed once more with clean sheets cuddling. "Should I get a tattoo?" Mingi looks up at Hongjoong finally. Mingis eyes are on Hongjoongs tattoo once more. Hongjoong is already smiling at him. His hand runs through Mingis black hair. "If you want to. I think you'd look good with or without one." Hongjoong tells the man lying on one side of him.

Mingis hand is intertwined with yours as your head also lays on your shared boyfriend. You can hear his heartbeat and it soothes you. "What do you think, love?" Mingi is looking at you in awe.

"I agree with Joong. I'd go with you if you did want one. Hold your hand because I know you'd be a scaredy cat." You tease the man in front of you. Mingi doesn't pout, though.

"You'd hold my hand too, right?" Mingi looks up at Hongjoong. Hongjoong brings your intertwined hands up to his lips. A kiss to both the back of your hands.

"Through it all, Mingi. I'd hold both your hands through it all." Hongjoong glances at the both of you with a bright smile. His words are meant for both of you. You almost want to cry, knowing he doesn't mean just through a tattoo. He means through life. He'd hold your hand through life.

Hongjoong finally takes his glasses off and hands them to Mingi. Mingi reaches over placing them on the nightstand. He pulls the cord on the lamp, and the light clicks off.

"I love you both." Hongjoong whispers into the dark. "I love you both, too." Mingi tells you as he settles closer to the both of you. "I love you both so much. Always will." You tell the both of them. Then the room is silent, and eventually, the only sound is all of your steady breathing.

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charlesslut16 · 2 years ago

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-only him-

summary : charles ignored you, so you went to your ex´s party.

PAIRING : charles leclerc x fem!reader

WARNINGS : bad translated french, a bit toxish behavior from charles, a bit of spice in th end.

note : i'm so sorry that it took me so long to write this imagine. If you want a second part just ask me :)

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Your boyfriend, charles leclerc, was so obsessive over you. He was the sweetest with you, but with other men, that were looking at you, he was the meanest. He was possessive over you.

That he was protective over you wasn't a problem. You found it rather cute. He was looking out for you and protected you from all the danger in the paddock and the world.

You knew that he loved you deeply and that he would do everything for you. He was the best boyfriend you could have ever asked for, but the possessive behavior was just too much.

It was like he had a switch. A switch you would never see coming. Just like tonight.

"Charles, stop being an asshole and talk to me." You groaned out from behind him, as he was ignoring you while he typed on his laptop, before he pushed his glasses up.

He was ignoring you because of an argument you had last night. You told him that he was too possessive and protective of you, and he exploded, and since then he has been ignoring you.

"C’est tellement enfantin, charles. Tellement putain, puéril. Vous n’êtes plus un enfant. Charles, tu es un homme adulte." This is so childish, charles. So fucking childish. You are not a kid anymore. Charles, you are a grown man.

You stared down at him before you snatched his car keys to his Ferrari. Furthermore, you glanced back to see his reaction to still see his eyes parked on his computer screen.

You huffed out and closed the door behind you. You knew what could break him...

Attending your ex-boyfriends birthday party, that attended many men. Some of them you knew from the past relationship with your ex, but the others were total strangers to you.

He would not like that, would he?

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As you swayed your hips to the music, large veiny hands tightly wrapped around your waist, slightly startling you just by feeling the tight grip on your waist. You knew exactly who it was...

Charles.

"Qu’est-ce que tu fais ici à sa fête, mi amore?" He gritted in your ear possessively, as the grip on your waist tightened. What are you doing here at his party, my love?

You smirked at him and spun around as you showed him your dress. It was black with a slit and spaghetti straps. Fitted tightly so that it showed of your curves.

"Love my dress, baby?" You changed the subject as he slowly scanned your body up and down.

Just as you wanted to spin again, charles grabbed your hips tightly and pulled you into him, so you couldn't escape his grip and show off your dress to anyone else than him.

Your beauty was only for him. Only Him. Your body, face, and everything else about you only belonged to him. Only to him. You were his. His Girlfriend. His woman. And his Everything.

This was the party of your ex-boyfriend. Ex. You were no longer his girlfriend, you were charles girl now. So why would you go to his party instead of staying at home with him, your boyfriend.

"Ne me rendez pas jaloux parce qu’à la fin de cette fête... Qui peut l’arracher à votre jolie silhouette? Moi. Seulement moi." He spat possessively as his eyes turned dark. Don't make me jealous because at the end of this party... who gets to rip it off your pretty figure? Me. Only me.

"Ce corps a été fait pour moi. Seulement moi. Alors pourquoi le montrez-vous à des hommes stupides qui ne peuvent pas vous donner ce dont vous avez besoin. Je suis le seul à pouvoir vous donner ce dont vous avez besoin. Moi." This body was made for me. Only me. So why do you show it to stupid men who can't give you what you need. I am the only one who can give you what you need. Me.

You gulped, knowing that your plan wasn't working... It just gave you a punishment when you got home.

"Vous avez 5 secondes pour sortir par la porte d’entrée et asseoir votre cul sur le siège passager de notre Ferrari ou il y aura-" you have 5 seconds to get out the front door and sit your ass in the passenger seat to our Ferrari or there will be-

He didn't even have to finish his sentence for you to get moving, making him chuckle deeply at how obedient you were.

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kitorin · 1 year ago

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OUR SPRING

016. a sight just for us

"ARE WE THERE YET?"

YOUR LEGS ARE BEGINNING TO TIRE OUT, fatigue's arrival has sweat accumulating on your forehead as your breathing becomes unstable as you stare at the way Hyoma's carmine ponytail sways.

Without turning around, Hyoma calls out, still far ahead of you. "Maybe. Maybe not."

"Self care day my ass." Though you mutter it under your breath, he chuckles as a response, halting his movements for you.

When he'd texted you to meet up at a park nearby the city, you expected a casual stroll in the park, not a borderline hike. You would've brought a much smaller bag—and a larger water bottle.

"I promise you it's not too long. Hang in there, we'll take a break if you need it." A hand offers his help, and you accept thankfully. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah—." You huff out, slightly embarrassed at how unfazed Hyoma remained, a contradiction to how the summer air relentlessly harassed you with its heat. "Just hot."

But he knows better. "There's no shame in resting. We'll take a break."

A tired nod, and you're fishing through your shoulder bag for your water bottle, hurried enough to almost spill it everywhere. You're not bothered by it though, as you're admiring the scenery; how the trees stretch their coffee coloured arms above you, emerald leaves holding hands whilst permitting some sunlight to shine through.

It's worth it, you think, even if you're sweating uncomfortably.

"Come to think of it, I didn't know this path existed." You're not constantly seeking outdoor activities nor are you particularly into them, but the park was well known enough for a multitude of reasons; one being their nature walks.

But those were outlined with stone steps, while the one the two of you were walking down remained untouched, earth and all. There were supposed to be wooden handrails accompanying the path too, as well as the occasional map adorned with a sign.

You begin moving again, a silent way of telling Hyoma you're ready to continue. "Is this a secret one? I don't think they included it on the website either."

"You're not exactly wrong."

"Meaning?" The sun's gleam was becoming more prominent, as you approached what you'd assume to be the end of the path.

"This isn't one of their nature walks, I just happened to find it one day." Before you're able to question his words, he grasps your wrist, pulls you towards the light.

You'd tried to protest, but it was difficult as you (barely) matched Hyoma's pace.

"Oi—"

To no avail you're ignored, as the two of you rush, probably disrupting a few creatures of the local ecosystem, some dirt being kicked up as he pulls you along. "Just wait."

Not like I have a choice, dumbass.

In no time, the trees standing over you were gone and you're met with the sun blinding you, breeze immediately playing with your hair.

"We're here!"

He releases your wrist, as you ignore the stifling heat discomposing your skin to admire the view.

Your true surroundings were revealed, a small field of grass adorned with a couple of trees, peering down at the park. Cautious, you inch closer to the edge, now noticing people—walking, cycling, jogging, appearing like small beetles hassling amidst the earth. Though the height of the cliff evokes nausea, it was beautiful, how small everything looked; how you could see so much.

"Are you really that unfit?" His teasing tone makes you realise how out of breath you were, as Hyoma holds out a bottle of Pocari Sweat, one from his backpack.

You pant a bit. "I just hate the heat—summer's not my thing." You accept the bottle, taking a particularly large sip from it after squatting down. "I'm surprised they didn't make this place and the route one of their nature walks. It's so pretty. How'd you find it?" It's a hidden gem, you look around and the area's spotless, not a single sight of rubbish, nor any damage inflicted.

"I didn't, Nee-chan did." He joins you, settling down in the grass. "She showed me when I was a kid, and after becoming an idol I've come to love this place more." Hyoma leans backwards, plopping into the soft grass.

You mimic the action, though a lot more hesitant and careful. "So you have an older sister." Your gaze fixates onto the sky, wispy clouds slowly drifting along. "Is she your only sibling?" You turn to see his response; a nod with a grin.

"I love her so much. She's always been there to help me, and taught me things like how to cook or tie my hair. She's so cool, too. I don't know what I'd do without her."

Joy was evident, from the way he spoke, to the beam he donned.

It's not like he was constantly stoic, but right now he was smiling as though without restrictions—a countenance completely different from the subtle and polite one he wore in photoshoots and interviews.

"What about you?"

"Huh—?"

His question snaps you out of it, a silent reminder that you've been staring. "What about you? Do you have siblings?"

"Oh. Nope." You pray that he didn't notice your staring, and if he did you hope he didn't misinterpret it nor feel uncomfortable. "That's why I'm so close to Yoichi and Meguru, since we grew up in the same neighbourhood. My parents were busy so I played with them all the time instead." You sit up, admiring the view once more.

"I see." He imitates your action, leaning back into his arms, palms pressed into the earth behind him.

"It feels sort of wrong to be here." The comment comes out wrong, bordering on the line of discourtesy.

But Hyoma didn't seem to take any offense. "What do you mean?"

"It's you and your sister's place. It doesn't feel right coming here for content."

"Content?"

"You know, taking photos for your social media."

"Oh." You regret speaking immediately when you notice his frown, and your worry still persists even after he smiles again. "Recently we've only talked about our 'deal', I wanted to spend time as friends rather than just business partners. Right now, I'm showing this to my friend y/n, not my partner l/n."

"I thought it'd be nice, it's been a great escape. There's pretty much no one here, I don't have to worry about being watched. I wanted it to be equally comforting for you too, after all, rumours are expected as an idol, you're just trying to live normally."

Lips slightly parted, and heart warm, you study his expression, painted with genuine solicitude, rose coloured irises soft. The definition of your relationship was perplexing; you know you're only there because of a mutually beneficial deal, yet at times it feels like authentic friendship wove the two of you together.

"Thank you, I love it." Say more, idiot. Desperate, you piece the words together hurriedly in your head, not wanting to leave things unaddressed but worried about uttering the wrong words. "But things like rumours shouldn't be expected for anyone. I'm studying and you're simply making and performing music. Just because it's common and expected doesn't mean it should happen, nor you deserve it."

For moment the two of you sit in silence, listening to the wind sing alongside the rustling of leaves.

Hyoma eradicates the silence first. "You're right, I never really thought about it that way since a lot of people tell me success like that comes with a price."

"Then fuck them. I mean there's nothing you can do about speculation, I won't blame people for their curiosity but not harassing someone is basic human decency." You've never actively updated on a celebrities' image to the public, and you have good reason to. Anonymity served as encouragement for some people to behave in such an intrusive manner. "You're just as human as anyone else, just a lot more skilled. And attractive."

"Aaaand that's where I stop you. You were sounding ever so wise til that part. Shut up." He turns, hand reaching to your face for what you'd assume to be a flick to the forehead. You push his hand away (being friends with Yoichi had made you immune to that attack).

"Am I wrong though—?"

Hyoma speaks with a straight face. "Yeah. How about we start off with how good you are at school?"

You roll your eyes. "Anyone can study."

"Not as well as you though."

"It's not like I'm number one in the entire grade." You almost wince at the memories of that one classmate that manages to surpass your score by just a tiny bit.

"Not to mention you have a life—"

"—of watching kdramas and reading books." You chuckle, it certainly wasn't as thrilling as how Meguru or Yoichi lived their lives, but it was your way; one that made you happy.

Hyoma's finger goes to your lip, hovering just above as to not touch you without permission. "At least it's not drugs, reading's good for you anyways, now shush for a moment." He lists off the other hobbies you indulge in on each finger, outlining what makes them hard. "Your personality is great, you're emotionally intelligent, you're really pretty too—"

The final clause earns a burst of laughter from you.

"What? Are you doubting me?"

"It feels weird coming from you. You're surrounded by attractive idols all day, and spend so much time with other ones in other groups. Calling me 'really pretty' after meeting all those stars is crazy. Not like anyone else would agree with you either."

Hyoma becomes silent at the comment. "This place is hideous."

A sudden readjustment in topic has your eyebrows furrowing with confusion. "Pardon?"

"Kawachi Fujien is stunning, a shame really since that just makes this place ugly."

"You can't say that, one being pretty doesn't make the other ugly—"

The moment those words left your mouth, victory pervades his features, a toothy grin, which was quite frankly quite adorable.

"I made you say it! The same applies to you, yeah the people on tv are pretty, but it doesn't mean you aren't. And—" His hand holds yours. "—if no one else has said the same things as me, then that doesn't mean I'm wrong. It simply means you're an undiscovered flower, one that the world has yet to discover and appreciate the beauty of."

Though the unexpected grandeur accompanying his words leaves you speechless, it's not unwelcome—you can't deny the ebullience creeping onto your lips.

"That's why, you shouldn't let anyone nor any self deprecating thoughts get to you, okay?"

His words erased any memory of any negativity you held against yourself. Sure, you can recall how you doubted why'd he choose you for this role, but the insecurities regarding your appearance and the misery they carried were gone.

"Got it. I promise you."

"One more thing."

"Hit me."

"At the end of March, come here with me. Let's watch the cherry blossoms together, away from everyone else. A spring just for us."

That would be nice, gazing upon the sea of pink, out of anyone else's reach.

That's if, if he even has reason to speak to you after this deal of yours, or if it lasts for that long.

You hold up your pinkie. "I promise you that too."

Hyoma's pinkie intertwines with yours. "It's a deal then."

In spite of whether this deal will last until then, and the heat permeating your cheeks, there's nothing but merriment blooming within your heart.

LEGS SORE AND EXHAUSTED, you plop into your chair, absentmindedly drying your hair while texting. Your feet spin yourself around, as you send a final message to Ness before tossing your phone onto your bed.

You're concerned regarding the project, you ditched the gathering and are quite certain Ness wants you dead and has convinced the rest of the group the same. You've the faintest clue on the overall quality of the assignment, but at least you know you did everything you needed.

You're really pretty too—

It's been hours since you guys bid farewell, Hyoma had a family dinner he had to attend to, while you caught the bus home. You ponder a bit, who exactly was he having dinner with? Just his household? His sister would've definitely been there too, right? What about the food? Are there any foods he doesn't like eating? Or does he eat whatever?

You're an undiscovered flower, one that the world has yet to discover and appreciate the beauty of.

Chigiri Hyoma truly is talented, from his graceful execution of his words to the way your memories with him linger within your mind. It was as if he was a character that was birthed from the pages of a romance novel, particularly with how seriously he spoke those grand words. No wonder he's grown in popularity so much since the beginning of his career. To persist in one's mind must be a gift not many possess.

You shrug it off, flipping through your textbook and opening your exercise one, focusing on your priorities for the time being.

FIFTEEN | MASTERLIST | seventeen

PAIRING. chigiri hyoma x reader

SYNOPSIS. school gets overwhelming with constant rumours and accusations, thankfully someone is willing to help. but what happens when this mutually beneficial agreement escalates into something more?

GENRE. social media au, fake dating, idol / actor au

TAGLIST. @saesins, @punkhazardlaw, @silly-ez, @y-sabell-a, @mellozhi, @luvlunazx, @oldest-dream-pdf, @misfits1a, @hoshithinker, @livelaughloveisagiyoichi, @mave-in, @rinsie, @luvcryo, @fabitheraven, @h3xi2g0n3, @yuzurins, @ch3nyan, @jammiycge, @jocynotcute

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suraemoon · 1 year ago

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Get Ready With Me

- Elvis x Reader -

Summary: It's the 1960s and Mr. and Mrs. Elvis Presley are getting ready for yet another Hollywood party.

Warnings: a paragraph talking about a girl's measurements and a scene getting into a tight dress, skin getting caught in a zipper (not graphically described), sexual innuendos and metaphors that you might blink and miss including a subtle implication that he wants to suck her tits, a sentence talking about “breaking” a woman in, and implying that she might not be the sharpest knife in the drawer. also some references to Christianity.

WC: a cute little 4.5k

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For someone like your husband, Elvis Presley, possessive and protective in every way of what was his, he did not mind showing his wife off. He loved it. A beautiful woman is a man’s best accessory, right?

Sunset Boulevard parties where businessmen of all the major Hollywood studios would parade around a gleeful smile. Wives were dressed to the nines in expensive getups and accessorized their jewels with apparent frowns.

Diamonds were a girl's best friend. Diamonds were a girl’s pacifier to soothe from the all too quick world around her, a world not made for her or her satisfaction. A man with an arm around her cinched waist, who really could not give a damn that an hour ago she asked when they were leaving, only to be met with a shrug by the man meant to care for her needs the most. Get her a diamond to hold onto for security just in case things go south.

Elvis was different from these men in more ways than one. When the back of your kitten heels lifted slightly from the ground to reach up to your husband’s ear and ask in a hushed whisper when you were to leave and go back home, your husband made it his plan to leave as soon as you two could.

The truth is he did not want to be at those parties either but being ousted in the business meant he had to get his footing and swim along with the school of fish. Any wrong move and you are left behind, forgotten. For as much as he desired to swim the opposite way, he had too much to lose; too much and too many depending on him.

The dim lights above the hotel’s small, tiled bathroom provided a yellowish, comforting tint over the room as if a grandmother had not yet gotten the memo of the newest trend. Those bright, enhancing Hollywood-worthy style mirrors, similar in all ways to the vanity that Elvis bought you last Christmas, were in. As you were a couple who both came from humble beginnings and cracked mirrors neither you nor Elvis complained––at least you aren't in the dark. Checking how your makeup looked under the sun’s natural light cascading through the window helped ensure that your face wouldn’t parallel one of the clowns that walk the boardwalk of Coney Island the moment you step out of this personal Garden of Eden.

After being unveiled with much anticipation from the ribbon-tied gift box on the counter, the candy apple red satin dress slipped easily over your figure, ending a few inches above your knees in length. It was like a glove, except for the fact that it was loose and not yet zippered; the true fit and form waiting patiently to be physically revealed to its wearer. This layer of mystery stayed sitting and waiting.

Elvis picked out this dress for you at a local Los Angeles boutique just last week; this along with many other garments, ranging from a knit sweater for winter and an array of panties for the bedroom. All these he surprised you within gift-wrapped boxes, the box with today’s dress in it taken away before you can get your hands on it. He had to keep at least *something* exciting for today, at least one thing to look forward to, no matter how small.

Elvis Presley bought most of his wife’s clothing and took pride in knowing all of her measurements by heart. He was sure he could rattle them off on the spot like an accomplished kid at a school spelling bee. This he wouldn’t dare do though. It was a quiet contract of trust not needing to be formally established, one of manners that his mama was sure to have raised him with and should just come with the subconscious of being a human anyway.

He found that some men were a little too eager to talk about the personal details and inner workings of their relationships. A competition of who’s got the best broad and on some days who's got the worst nag. The one with the smallest waist. The one with the smallest brain. The one who can’t get slick or the one who’s too damn clingy she won’t get off you.

Anyone who has the chance to get to know Mrs. Presley knows that she is a keeper. Any eye who glances at her knows she is gorgeous. Any quiet spectator who notices her behavior and body language around Mr. Presley knows that she is a very satisfied woman, and no words are needed, that’s enough.

You had no doubt in your mind, under that well-hair-sprayed do of yours, that this dress would resemble all of the other pieces that Elvis had bought many times before and fit both your figure and the latest trends seamlessly. He really was a stylist if you think about it.

You hum a melody as your hands go to zipper your dress, only to find that the zipper is both too small to get a proper grip on and stuck on its track.

“Elvis?” You call out your voice’s first word in a while.

When hearing his name called, your eager-to-please husband quickly makes his way to the door of the bathroom. He moves suave and smooth as ever with his hands in his pockets before stopping and leaning his forearm on the doorframe taking the rectangle up, admiring the beauty you radiate reflecting to him in the mirror. What’s better than one of you? Two of you. A view from the back and the front simultaneously. He’s got a good one. He’s got the best one. The cream of the crop.

“...Elvis?” You repeat unsure if you should just get on with what you need or if he was even paying attention.

He licks his lips as his eyes go to admire your backside in front of him. “Hm? What is it, honey?”

Your left arm goes behind you, hand gently motioning to the undone zipper of your dress. Elvis hums, a breath of amusement escaping his mouth. The dress didn’t come with your pretty back on display like that? What a damn shame. “I gotcha, honey. Was just a little distracted there is all.”

“Mhm. I could tell you were distracted. Liking what you picked out?” You decide to perform a little shimmy, lips pouting in a playful, seductive manner. As you moved, your cleavage moved side to side with you, the cups of your dress not yet close enough to your body to keep them modestly contained.

He bends to kiss your soft temple. His breath and velvet-covered voice caused the words leaving his mouth to vibrate against your skin in a seductive whisper.

“Like is an understatement, doll. It's hard to stay focused when ya got such good candy in front of ya.”

He turns his head back forward and those sky-blue eyes of his that you love so dearly are fully visible to you in the reflection. The diamond on your ring seems to shine brighter when in the presence of his diamond eyes, while they look over you again.

“Candy so sweet you just wanna put your lips all over it….”

His sight rests again on your teasingly half-covered chest,

“...Candy ya just wanna suck.”

A blush, not the artificial pigment you powdered on your face earlier with a brush, but the natural light pink of your skin flushes your face. In that moment, Elvis touches your cheek, moving your head sideways for eye contact, getting a glance at the final product of your makeup while doing so. He feels the warmth spread and grins in satisfaction. The illustrious fantasies infiltrating both your and your husband's brains at that moment weren’t as pure as that pink.

He shakes his head as if being physically pulled out of his daydreams and told to remember the task at hand before fantasies turn into realities (they easily and quickly could in a matter of seconds with the two of you) and the remaining minutes are spent on something else other than getting ready. Elvis’ dress shoes then take a step back and his warm hands go to the small zipper on the back of your dress, right above your ass.

“This is what it must be like to dress one of ‘em Barbie dolls. My perfect lil’ model, looking good in anything put her in. Later we’ll hafta take some more polaroids…some showin’ the dress, some showin’ underneath it too.”

Elvis loved taking intimate photos of you in different outfits: some sheer lingerie, some completely nude, some without you wearing a top, some without bottoms. Mixed and matched photos were kept in a little box tucked in the drawer of his nightstand. He did it any chance he got. Well, any chance he remembered to do so before completely ravishing you because when your husband needs you, he needs you and who cares about the camera in a moment like that?

Your peaceful disposition is suddenly met with a flinch and your bright smile is interrupted by a yelp as halfway up your back the zipper catches on your skin. Elvis immediately flinches as if he had felt your pain and quickly moves to undo the zipper all the way, leaving you back where you started a few seconds ago. The only thing indicating his presence and touch on you was the small mark of red on your back. A flood of apologies immediately leaves his mouth.”O-oh Jesus, baby. I'm so sorry. I'm real sorry. I-I didn’t mean to hurt ya.”

“It's alright, Elvis. Don’t worry, I’m okay.” You reply, quick to comfort him as if he was the one who had gotten hurt.

“It’s not alright. My lil’ baby’s gotta boo-boo now.”

He crouches down and lowers his head to place a gentle kiss on the red mar that made itself home on the small of your back like a stork bite. The unexpectedness and quickness of his action causes a shiver to move like a wave crashing a peaceful coast throughout your body. But instead of a chilly shiver, it's bundled in warmth, like love sent a lightning bolt reminding you of its presence. Not that you would ever let yourself forget.

“I need to be more careful with my little dolly. If God made ya out of porcelain, I would’ve broken ya by now. Ain’t no doubt about that.”

His soft, tender pecks start to move up your back.

Your breath hitches, “Elvis…”

He whispers against your skin softly before continuing to kiss you, “Gotta make it up to hers.”

“Hers forgives him.” You close your eyes in bliss.

Oh, how much both of you wished not to attend this stupid party. Bedsheets that are beautifully tossed and messy instead of perfectly steamed suits and ties. Warm, passionate kisses instead of cold drinks and equally as cold shoulders. The love marks left on your neck from last night, since covered beneath a layer of foundation, regain their tenderness at this moment. Your body reminds you of what it wants more of, what it desires. Little do you know, so does his as the fabric of his slacks starts to get a little tighter around him.

After leaving a trail of kisses from the bottom of your back to between your shoulder blades, Elvis even more carefully than last time, if that was possible, gently brings up the small zipper all the way to the top using all his concentration to focus intently on not nipping you again. Your focus falls back on the mirror, watching as your body and the dress meet and fall in love. Everything that is supposed to hug, hugs. Everything that is supposed to hold, holds. It’s as if it was meant to be.

“There we go. Atta girl.” You’re unsure if he’s praising the zipper on your dress or you. If asked, Elvis would say both.

Then, your husband looks up to see the finished product of his work in the mirror like an artist would admire his masterpiece. His hands don’t stay off you for long as they are placed on your hips moving up and down in a massaging motion before giving your love handles a soft squeeze.

“Thank you for helping me, E.”

“No problem, honey. It’s what I’m sposed to do. Gotta have my girl looking perfect and you look more than it.”

You turn around for the first time since putting on the dress, assuring him at that moment that all that perfection and body he saw in the mirror was indeed real and not just a dream. Both of your hands cup his sculpted face and you give him a soft, tender, and very rewarding kiss. A small lipstick transfer leaves his lips just a tint pinker than they were before, unnoticeable to anyone but you: the person who made that change happen.

The last step of your personal routine awaited you and that was perfume. A bottle of Chanel Number 5 glistened on the counter as if awaiting the moment and you quickly take it into your hands. Your mind has been trained over the years to know the right spots to put perfume. You spray a little on one of the main pressure points, the inside of your wrist. Before the “getting ready” automatic machine in your brain can rub the now dripping solution into your skin, Elvis takes on the responsibility for you. Your husband swiftly takes your palm-up hand into his and rubs the liquid into your wrist in a soft, circular motion with his thumb. This process is then repeated with your right wrist. When finished, Elvis brings one of your wrists up to his nose, your skin brushing the tip, and smells it.

he hums satisfied then picks up the bottle, examining it. “When did you get this perfume, honey? It smells really nice.”

“Elvis…you bought me that perfume.”

“Oh.”

“You’re already so sweet, I thought those rose scents came with ya.” He says with a smirk in an attempt to smoothly cover up his mistake.

“Mhm, I was born with citrus running through my veins.”

“I’d believe it.”

You giggle and while the laugh escapes your lips, your sight falls on the usual next step of your joint getting-ready routine: your husband’s baby blue eyes and what was at this moment not highlighted around them.

“Need help with your lashes?” You ask softly. Neither you nor he needed to ask technically; both of you knew that this came next in the assembly line of tedious little tasks and that he would say yes.

“I was just about to ask ya,” Elvis replies comfortably and not totally in truth. He knows full well that you, his wife with the beneficial trait of getting the two of you properly in line and ready to go when it came to all sorts of schedules and plans, would’ve gotten to it anyway and frankly, he isn’t in any dire rush to leave. Mascara meant one more stride towards abandoning the warm comfort of this little hotel room.

“I gotcha.”

Elvis looks over you one more time before dragging his feet on the tile and leaving the bathroom to go sit, making himself comfortable in the dark grey upholstered lounge chair positioned at an angle in the corner of the room.

You grab the mascara tube out of your old light pink makeup bag sitting on the cold counter, now half empty due to products being placed all over the counter in a messy organization, and quickly go to where Elvis is sitting in all of his man-spreading glory. You stop in your tracks for a second to look over him. Elvis smiled, entertained by the fact that the purple tube of mascara and your cute wide eyes were the antonyms to all of the nasty stuff running through his mind while looking at the woman standing before him in all of her obliviously sexy magnificence.

His being sat down and you standing was the only time where you were taller than him. He looks up at you through those dirty blonde lashes not yet polished, as if you were the holy grail. An angel before him. A picturesque statue needing to be worshipped and he was damn well willing to kneel before you and give you that praise.

Your hesitation was not only due to Elvis’ seductive aura but also apprehension in thinking of a way to get close enough to his face to actually apply the makeup. The bed was a good distance away and continuing to stand wouldn’t be a good angle for application. There were no other chairs around either. Getting on your knees is always a good option, one both of you enjoy in different circumstances; it's just the rug burn would be a pain…

“Sit on me, baby. Don’t act like you’ve never done it before.”

He continues, his tone nonchalant, “My girl might still be a lil’ innocent but the angels didn’t make her clueless, did they?”

You shake your head with an embarrassed blush arising. “No, they didn’t, sir.”

“You know, by breaking ya in, I’ve put those dirty thoughts in ya head too. Just feel like you’re too scared to act on ‘em sometimes. Ain’t nobody here. Spread ya legs and sit on me. I need your services, honey…your makeup ones and all the other ones my girl gives so well.”

You giggle, cheeks never failing to flush at Elvis’ vulgarity. His subtle innuendos that would've gone over your head just a few months ago before he opened your eyes and made you his on your wedding night. You became one in three ways that day: mind, body, and soul.

Trying not to be hurt by the fact that your husband thought you were too embarrassed to sit on him for a few seconds, an unintentional attack on the state of your womanhood, you do just that.

You spread your legs to straddle him, the tight fabric of your dress trying to work against you as harsh friction on the plush of your thighs as you spread them around him. The fabric after having lost the battle, rolls up your thighs scrunched in the defeat, getting hiked up to an improper length as you adjust yourself on Elvis’ lap with a slight roll of your hips.

Both of you notice how his hips twitched, a bit like a spark, as they met yours. Energy already attracted and apparent in behavior, showed itself physically.

Your lined lips meet his for a passionate but quick kiss before pulling away teasingly. “Sorry.” You peck him again, not sorry in the least about it. “I’m getting a lil’ distracted.”

He laughs before stealing another kiss from those oh-so-tempting red lips of yours. He reflects back on grade-school bible study, this is what Adam and Eve must’ve felt when they ate that apple. “I don’t wanna go to this stupid shit.”

He kisses you again gently as if normal habit, “Just wanna stay here with my lil wife.”

You giggle while backing your head away further, knowing that if you keep this kissing up, it will lead to other events and you’ll never make it to this party. Your mind goes back to the memory of last month’s luncheon and how Elvis’ manager was not too pleased that the singer-turned-actor and his wife arrived an hour late to the event with hickeys and flushed cheeks.

“Cmon’ Elvis. You can have me when get back later.”

“Damn right, I will.” He responds matter-of-factly.

You lean forward, both palms pressing next to each other on his chest, and whisper into his cheek before kissing it, “Now sit still, be a good boy, and let me do your eyelashes all pretty.”

He looks at the mascara in your hand before looking back up at your eyes, his mouth slightly parted, “You’re right, lil mama. I got ahead of myself there, didn’t I?”

“You can say that.” You bite your bottom lip as your hands go to untwist the mascara tube, pulling the wand out slowly and wiping the excess product on the side of the entrance before taking it out all the way.

You hold back a giggle as you think of Elvis’ previous words coupled with the opening of this mascara…he really has corrupted your thoughts.

You gently place the tube down, careful not to make a mess and get the product on anything. Then, you adjust your straddle position as you would on the saddle of one of the horses back home to get more comfortable on your husband’s lap, holding the wand in your dominant hand as both of Elvis’ hands go to rest on the round of your ass.

His sky-blue eyes look straight into yours, holding a deliciously intimate and beautifully intense eye contact as you graze the mascara wand on his light brown lashes, careful not to poke his eye like that one mascara incident a few months ago where you were apologizing profusely.

The sweeping of the curved bristles in an up-and-down motion mirrors the gentle rubbing of his hands on your backside; back and forth, back and forth, with the brush being a little faster than the hands. Both have important purposes and both do their jobs flawlessly.

You accompany your light strokes with soothing whispers of praises and admiration, “Such a pretty boy. My handsome man who I love so, so much. Never loved anyone more.” You hear him respond pleasantly in a warm hum.

You point your pointer finger up and your husband immediately looks up at the beige ceiling above to allow you to coat his tinier, bottom lashes as well.

“Good boy.” You whisper concentrated.

When you finish the willingly made slow process of applying the mascara to your model, his eyelashes have grown a little longer in length and their color has changed from a dirty blonde to jet black, matching his hair and the dying process he first did to it all those years ago.

“All done.” You declare quickly like a toddler finished with their meal.

His eyelashes flutter to adjust to the layer of newly coated polish before his sight rests on your face, giving you an opportunity to admire your hard work.

“Thank ya, baby. You’re the best at taking care of me, aren’t ya? Needed a woman’s touch to finish off the look.”

You twist the cap of the mascara back on and toss it onto a nearby dresser before letting yourself fall more into him.

Your voice comes out as almost a whine as your head rests on his shoulder, “Do I gotta get up?”

“You know I’m not gonna make ya, doll. Maybe we should both take off a few layers and then you can come sit on my lap again. We could have a lot of fun like that.”

His hands start roaming under your skirt but cannot go far due to the tightness of the material, another, now physical, barrier keeping desires away from each other.

You begrudgingly shimmy off of him, like you feel a sense of duty to hosts that you’ve never met to make sure Elvis Presley gets to attend their event timely as promised.

Adjusting the hem of your dress back to its proper length as you get up, Elvis follows suit in getting up from the chair and straightening out his shirt. His mascara was the finishing touch to you two’s getting ready process, like cutting a red ribbon at the opening of a new building.

The air turned bittersweet, anticipation and melancholy almost selfish and uncalled for with the fact that you will have many, many more nights like these and you both know that. For you that doesn’t thin the chill of social anxiety that comes with going to events with arguably the most famous, and perhaps the most recognizable, man in the country. You’ve never talked about these restless feelings with him for it comes with the duty you love so much, being his wife.

His hands go to outline your body shape again, taking you in as he has done so many times before. He whispers to you as he has numerous times in the past. It never gets old, a love so evergreen it can never age.

“You look so pretty, mama.”

“And you look so handsome, Elvis.” You whisper back as if in the middle of exchanging beautiful, not-so-hidden secrets.

These sweet nothings between lovers are cut off by lips suddenly catching on to yours. This being the most intimate and passionate kiss so far tonight, one with enough energy and need to change the tide of your minds and blur the lines of plans already set in stone.

Your hands immediately go up to cup his face, the kiss not yet broken for the desire to have each other is too strong to pull it apart, almost like a magnet. A pure magnetism that feels so right.

His hands, touchy and soft, trace the silhouette of your figure from the cups holding your boobs to the satin that stops halfway down your thigh. His right-hand tugs on your dress’s hem once it reaches it, granted it is not too far down to find in a moment of such passion. The left hand slithers its way back up the sea of red to cup and squeeze your breast through the delicate fabric.

He’s moving all these parts simultaneously, both hands and both lips, but the main focus is always on you: the target of his desires, the common denominator to every one of his moves. Meanwhile, you are struggling to keep up with the quickness of this series of events so all of your energy is going toward the, hopefully never-ending, kiss. You moan into it, your need vocal.

Your padded fingers and perfectly manicured nails, not a chip to be seen since you fixed them last night, leave the sides of his pretty face to run through his hair like water would, your heels clicking on the ground as he backs you up. These rhythmic noises of your kitten heels come to a halt when the back of your calf is met with the wood of the bottom of a bedframe behind you.

You lose your balance: thighs, ass, and then eventually whole body meeting the soft sheets of the bed. They are still messy and undone from this morning. As you lay back you quickly glance at the clock sitting high on the wall next to you, seeming to be ticking faster than normal, and then your enlarged pupils go back to your ravager of a husband. His lips have since left your mouth and have moved to your neck, then down to your collarbone.

The clock reads 7:00 pm, the time the two of you had scheduled in your planner to be the last call to get going. The only sound you hear now is your own heavy breath when Elvis’ lips start to suck the sweet spot on the right side of your neck, you whine out any ounce of doubt you may still have possibly had.

7:02 now and Lord forgive the both of you, you aren’t gonna make it.

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A/N: This took me too long to write for what it is. I was sick for a whole week straight and that just threw me off my newly boarded writing train. This idea came from a wip that it is similar to but didn’t quite fit with (they’re sisters, not twins). I hate to be a tease with the ending, it cuts off unsatisfyingly, but your good sis is still a little unsure of her ability to write smut. I’ll get there eventually and we can rejoice when it happens. I'll come back to it. Also just noticed the second pic near the title isn’t the most “x reader” friendly and as a brown girl myself that’s my bad. Everything aside, enjoy some Grace Kelly in Rear Window.

#elvis #elvis presley #not beta read #so enjoy my madness #that there is no method to #elvis x reader #elvis presley x reader #elvis fanfic #elvis fanfiction #elvis presley fanfiction #elvis x y/n #60s elvis #elvis fans

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wolfchanslover69 · 1 year ago

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My brother’s best friend

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In which the reader has to stay with her brother and his best friend for a while due to renovations at her home.

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Pairing: Bang Chan x reader | fluff, angst and happy ending

A/N: Heyy guys, I hope you enjoy reading this oneshot! If I made any mistakes do tell me because I won't realise it :D.

Warning: Mentions of middle fingers, rude people (I guess that's all)

Word count: 4,2k

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The renovations have started at my house, which means I can't live there for the next two weeks. That's why I'm currently standing behind my brother's door with two big bags full of my stuff, waiting for his slow ass to open the door for me. I could hear talking—or more like yelling—coming from behind the door. After two seconds, the door slammed open with my slightly annoyed brother, who was trying not to show happiness in seeing me.

"Get inside, loser," he told me while making a tsk sound. I just showed him my tongue and middle finger while starting to drag my bags with me.

"Why do you need so much stuff for two weeks?" he asked me, watching with his cat-like eyes squinted at me. "I'm a woman… I have clothes, my stuff for university and work, and so on... and you know, health stuff." He was about to say something, but his mouth formed an 'o,' letting out a soft "oh" as an answer.

The moment I had gotten everything inside and closed the door, my brother's handsome roommate and best friend appeared behind a hallway. He looked cute in his oversized black hoodie, shorts, and beanie. "Oh, hi y/n, I didn't know you already came here," he smiled at me with a bright smile that could easily have brightened the whole world. "Oh yeah, I just came," I rubbed my arm while pointing at the door. He just giggled at me before saying, "I noticed."

Minho stared at me and rolled his eyes. He was painfully aware of my crush on his friend and pretended to be annoyed with it. In reality, he was rather glad I was crushing on his friend and not on some stupid boy who would end up breaking my heart. But still, even though I was secretly in love with his painfully beautiful and god-like best friend, he would never allow me to date him. I'm not sure what that's really about, but I find it annoying. Not that I would ever have the courage to reveal to his friend about my secret feelings.

"Is the renovation starting then?" Chan asked me as he came to stand next to me. "Oh! Let me take that!" he told me before I could answer, seeing me moving my bags.

"You don't nee— I— oh— okay, sure, and uh, yeah, they started today in the morning. I had to go through the plan with them before I got to leave," I answered, trying to stop him from helping me at the same time. He didn't need to help me when I was the one coming to break his privacy by staying at his house for two weeks.

"No, no, don't worry. Hey Minho, why don't you help too! And that sounds great, the sooner it's done, the sooner your home is ready again, right?" Minho scowled at Chan before coming to help me with the bag. "Haha yes, but luckily two weeks isn't that long."

"Mmm, true. Well, I hope you enjoy staying here. I'll talk to you later; now, I have to continue with my work again. I have to get this track done by this Sunday," he told me while scratching the back of his head and giving me an apologetic smile. Minho just stood next to me silently, like he had never been in the room before, pushing me slightly after Chan had left.

"Don't flirt with him around me; it's gross," he complained.

"I hardly believe that; nothing can be as gross as you are." Minho gave me a stare before telling me he wouldn't help me anymore. This led us to bickering like little children, and ended up with him helping me bring my bags to the living room next to the sofa.

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That night, neither Minho nor I had the energy to start cooking dinner or even step out of the house. This led us to order takeout. It also led us to have a movie night like we used to when we were younger. It would usually start with us bickering over which movie to watch and end with Minho giving up and letting me choose the movie. He had always played tough with me but ended up giving in and being soft. He was soft even now when we were fighting over how we would sit on the sofa. I wanted to lay on my side with my legs straight, but so did Minho.

"Would you lay like that on the sofa if your 'Channie' was here?" he sneered at me, squinting his catlike eyes.

"Yes, I would, and he's not 'mine,' so stop bullying me or I'll put you in the damn air fryer," I threatened him.

"I want to see you try when we both know I can put you in there faster than you can put me."

I didn't even bother to answer him and just showed him my middle finger. As a peace offering, I sat on the sofa instead of laying down, and to my surprise, he sat as well. I knew our next fight was going to be about what movie we were going to watch next, and I wasn't waiting for it. I wanted to watch old nostalgic Disney movies while he wanted to watch the newer ones. While we were bickering, we didn't hear Chan entering the room before he was right behind us.

"Oh hey, can we watch Deadpool?" Before Minho could open his mouth, I had already agreed with him.

"Sweet! Oh, is that the food you ordered? I can get it!" he said as the sound of knocking could be heard from the front door.

"You only agreed because it's Chan, traitor. You know I have seen it at least a thousand times…" I just looked at him with a blank face while saying 'oops.'

Chan came happily back with a goofy smile plastered over his face and our food. He set the food on the table in the living room and started opening the packages with funny jazz hands. I chuckled at the happy sight in front of me and smiled softly to him. I heard a loud groan from next to me, and I dropped the smile and gave Minho yet another middle finger.

When all of us had food in front of us, we finally started the movie. We ended up sitting in a way where Chan was between me and Minho. To say I was feeling nervous would be an understatement. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest and hands shaking like leaves. During the movie, all I could concentrate on was me and Chan's legs brushing each other whenever one of us moved. Whenever I felt the touch, all I wanted to do was to jump closer to him, but that would be weird. Therefore, I tried to be as far away from him as I could to keep myself from acting out of normal. That didn't work, though, as it seemed that he was getting closer and closer. The last straw for me was when I felt Chan's hands touch mine as we were reaching into the cup of snacks at the same time. I tried to act normal, but I knew both Minho and Chan could hear the shakiness in my voice as I told him he could take from it first. I couldn't think after that, and missed the whole ending of the movie.

After the movie, I still felt like I was in heaven from the smallest touches. Yes, I know it's pathetic, but I couldn't help it. Minho went to get a blanket and a pillow for me as I tried to convince Chan that I could sleep on the couch, and it wasn't a problem for me as they had already helped me so much.

"Come on, Chan, I can sleep here; two weeks are not going to be that bad, you know," I tried to take the duvet cover from him.

"No, really, y/n. I have slept here on this exact sofa, and I know how much it will hurt the next morning when you wake up," he tried to reason with me.

"Yes, why it is important that you don't sleep here so you'll be able to finish your work, remember?" He just didn't seem to give up.

"But I don't sleep anyway, so there will be no harm done if you sleep in my bed." At this point, I couldn't do anything other than use my secret weapon.

"But Chaaaan," I told him while giving the best puppy eyes I could. He sighed and rubbed his face as I could feel his other hand letting go of the duvet covers.

"Fine, but if your shoulders hurt tomorrow, you are going to sleep the rest of the stay in my bed, okay," I stared at him, smiling before answering, "Fine." I won't tell him if my shoulders hurt; he doesn't need to give his bed to me.

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The next morning, I did wake up with stiff shoulders, which were the cause of my never-ending headache. The whole day went with me being distracted during lectures because of the pain and the aftermath of dreaming about Chan. The entire day I was in another brain land, making me extra clumsy and forgetful. I even mixed up my schedule and went to the wrong places at the wrong time. When I did it for the second time, I decided it was probably smartest to skip the rest of the day.

So now, I was trying to figure out how to relieve my stiff shoulders while sitting on the exact sofa that was the whole cause of the situation. I searched through the whole net, only to find either not possible or expensive ways. With a sigh, I put my laptop away, giving up on trying to ease my pain. What I didn't notice was the front door opening and a person coming in. It wasn't until I heard Chan's voice that I realized.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asked worriedly. I let out a scream as I heard him. I hadn't noticed him coming behind me or even entering the house. "Holy shit, you scared the living crap out of me!" I exclaimed while putting a hand over my heart to try to calm down the pounding. "Ahaha, sorry," he told me while sheepishly scratching the back of his head.

"What are you doing here so early?" I asked him curiously. I thought I would be here for a few more hours alone before Minho or Chan would be back.

"Well, I could ask the same from you, but we finished with Jisung and Changbin faster than I thought at the studio, so I came to finish things at home," he explained to me. I let out a silent 'aah' as an answer to him.

"Um, well, I couldn't concentrate at the campus, so I came here to do my essay, but I can't concentrate," I tried to reason. He eyed me for a while in silence while pouting his lips.

"Your shoulders hurt and are stiff, causing you a headache, right?" I stared at him in the eyes in silence. Shaking my head slowly, I tried to deny his assumption, even though it was right. He tilted his head to the side and gave me a pointed look.

"So now, if I tried to massage your shoulders, they would be soft and not rock hard, hmm?" I nodded my head. If he knew my shoulders were rock hard, he would start lecturing me and insist on me taking his bed.

Before I knew it, I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders testing if they were as 'soft' as I had claimed. I let out a whimper in pain as he squeezed my shoulders. They were indeed stiff, and it felt like somebody was putting little needles into my shoulders.

"Gosh, didn't I tell you this would happen if you sleep on the couch?" I didn't need to turn my head to know he was shaking his head.

"You should relax your shoulders; this isn't going to work if your whole body is as stiff as a tree," he complained. I tried to hide my creeping blush of getting caught being nervous. He didn't need to know that 'he' was the reason why I couldn't sleep in his bed or relax while he was trying to ease the pain.

He continued his lecture while massaging my shoulders. I still didn't give up with the couch, and it ended up with Chan calling Minho to tell him that I was going to be sleeping next to him. Now, I don't have much against sleeping next to my brother, but I still would prefer to have my own space. Their call went even as far as Chan threatening Minho if he wouldn't let me sleep next to him.

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The next evening, I was in charge of making dinner for everyone. Minho was laying on the couch while complaining about his day to me as I prepared food for everyone. I had decided to make the most simple food that I could come up with, which was pasta. I was stirring the sauce when Minho let out a more dramatic sigh than usual. "I really wish I had an air fryer that would fit a person in it; I would have needed it today."

"Was your day really that bad, or are you just being dramatic?" I genuinely asked. He didn't answer for a while and kept silent.

"They came up with a new gossip about me; apparently, I have beaten up someone who looked at me in the wrong way." So his day was really a bad one.

"It's sad how adults keep coming up with stupid rumors, and I know they hurt you, but at least you'll be more successful than them because while they gossip, you are living your life fully with good friends who support you," I tried to brighten his mood.

"Mmh, I'm not really sad. It's just funny how they come up with such pathetic ideas when all I do is study and practice with my dance team," he shrugged, sounding calmer than before.

After that, Minho changed the topic and started talking about his cats, who were visiting our parents at the moment. He gave me a deep analysis of how he missed them and wished they were with him at the moment. While he was still analyzing his cats, Chan came to the kitchen and walked past me to get water. I accidentally dropped my spoon that I had just used to taste-test the pasta sauce as Chan had walked past me to the fridge. He had touched my waist like it was the most normal thing to do, making me jump in surprise. His hand was still lingering on me as he turned to pick up the spoon which I had dropped.

"You okay? Here," he asked while giving the spoon back to me.

"Oh yeah, the spoon just slipped; I have a bit oily hands," I told him while gesturing to the olive oil bottle next to my pot.

"Ahh, that explains," he sipped his water while moving away from me to sit at the dinner table while starting to talk with Minho.

I was left alone in the kitchen with a pounding heart and yet again shaking hands. I felt like I could explode with all the adrenaline running through me. I had to lean on the counter while trying to steady my breathing. I was in disbelief. If the rest of my stay was going to be like this or even worse, I don't think I'll get out of this alive. On top of everything, I have a strong feeling that Chan knows very well what he is doing to me at the moment…

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The next few days, I didn’t see Chan at all. He most likely had spent the days and nights at his studio with his friends, editing or recording stuff, who knows. I used these 'Chan-free' days as days to get my own work done without stressing out if I would see him or not. I didn’t need additional distractions at the moment; I just needed to get past this module, and then everything would slow down a bit.

Finally, it was the end of the week, and I had gone out for dinner with my friends. This was the first time in a while that all of us had a free spot in our calendars to meet up. The restaurant had just opened on the other side of the city and was small and cozy. We were sitting in a small booth with all of us squeezed around the table. All of us were giving updates on our lives to each other while also reminiscing about our high school years.

“Soo y/n, do you have a boyfriend yet?” my friend Julia asked. She gave me a thin smile while tilting her head to the side, as if evaluating if my answer would make me a better person or not.

“Well, not yet. I have been concentrating on my studies lately…” I told her truthfully.

“Oh, so that means you are still too scared to tell Channie?” she asked, or more like stated. I could hear my other friends chuckling next to me.

As I was about to answer her, my other friend, Norah, answered. “It’s not like you actually had a chance with him; you do know that, right?” I stared at them quietly. What were they saying? They had never talked to me like that and had always supported me.

“What do you mean by that?” I wondered while scowling at them.

“Well… you know, why would he want to be with you like you are his best friend’s sister…” I stared at them, not saying anything. What were they on about? They had never been like this; it sounds like they are…

“Are you jealous? Or do you feel like I’m threatening you?” I genuinely asked them. I looked at my ‘best’ friends, wondering what was going on. Was I in a nightmare, or were they really like this before too?

“Of course not, why would I be jealous of you?” Norah answered while giving me a dirty look.

She and my other friends had never been like this before, or had they? I looked at all of them in the eyes and realized maybe they had been like this all along, I just hadn’t realized it. They had never actually been supportive; no, they just were waiting for me to lose all of my hope so they could get to my brother and his friends through me. I laughed in disbelief as I started packing my stuff to leave.

“You guys are unbelievable, hah, are you even hearing yourselves? All this for what, a few men that would never go for people like you and why? Because they have standards, unlike me, who spent most of her life with people who didn’t actually care about me.” At this point, I wasn’t even sure if I was talking to them or myself. I felt so betrayed that it made me feel like a ton of stones was placed on my chest to stop me from breathing. I stood up and grabbed my coat, and as I was leaving, I told them one last thing.

“Oh, and never call him Channie; that’s my nickname for him, not yours.” After that, I left. I wasn’t going to talk to them ever again; they had lost the privilege for that. I didn’t need shitty people like that in my life.

As I exited the restaurant, I started walking back to my brother’s and his friends' place. At some point, it had started pouring rain like the sky was crying with my soul for the lost friendships. With shaky hands, I tried to unlock my phone to call Minho to get me out of the rain, but my phone didn’t want to work as it got wetter and wetter with each passing second in the rain. The whole night was a disaster, making me want to start crying, but I wouldn’t let myself. I put my phone away and kept walking in the dark evening toward home. I was starting to shake due to the cold rain and wet clothes. Why didn’t I just order a taxi? It would have been a safer and dryer way to get home than walking in the dark rain. What if this was my last time seeing th-

“Y/N!” I looked up to where the voice was coming from. And there he was, standing right in front of me in the pouring rain. He looked worried and was clutching his phone in his hand. His wet hair was clinging to his forehead due to the rain, making him look like a lost puppy, even though he was an adult man.

“Chan…” I whispered his name.

“Why didn’t you answer your phone? I was worried, and so was Minho, he call- hey, why are you crying?” In the middle of his speech, I could feel my lower lip starting to wobble as my hands started to shake more. I couldn’t keep it inside me anymore. The crying just wouldn’t stop; it felt like it was taking over everything. I took shaky steps toward Chan with my hands out to him. He didn’t waste a second and hugged me as I cried into his shoulder. The night was shitty, and I had never imagined it would end like this. I could feel his chin on top of my head as he tried to calm me down. I just hugged him even tighter as my sobs got louder.

“Hey, it’s okay, cry everything out, okay?” I kept crying while nodding my head. Who would have thought my day would end up like this, crying in my brother’s best friend’s arms because a few mean people had betrayed me and told me I could never be with the person I wanted to be with…

“Promise me you’ll never leave me,” I leaned away from him while still sobbing to look into his eyes. He looked at me with a worried look hidden in his eyes.

“Hey, where is this coming from, love?” He asked worriedly while petting my hair.

“Promise,” I almost started crying harder as I tightened my hold on his hoodie.

He put his hands to my cheeks and made me look into his eyes, “I’m never going to leave you, okay. Not now and not ever.” I nodded my head while starting to calm down. It took me a few moments and a few deep breaths to finally be able to calm down fully. Chan kept petting my head and hugging me while I did so. When I was finally able to calm down, I spilled everything, from the way my friends had treated me to the root cause of the whole thing.

“I thought they were my friends and I guess at some point they were, but I don’t know what I did wrong. They were so mean, and I just don’t know. And please don’t hate me and promise that you’ll never leave Minho after I tell you everything.” He squeezed me harder as he promised never to leave Minho.

“You know, I have liked you ever since I first saw you when I was five. The day when you came to visit Minho after a school day, I remember that you were so shy yet so social, and I just couldn’t say anything to you and ran to my room to hide. But at some point, you and Minho came into my room and forced me to play with you, and I just thought you were so cool, and I just, I don’t know, I just decided you were my person that day. And I have all my life tried to hide the fact that I actually have feelings for you, and I told my ‘friends,’ and they supposedly supported me, but in reality, they were just waiting for my downfall…” I closed my eyes and waited for his reaction. I knew I had taken a huge risk when telling him all of this, hoping he wouldn’t hate me after everything.

“I know…” He told me quietly and hugged me more tightly. “You know, that day you weren’t the only one to catch feelings and try to hide them for most of their life…” I looked him in the eyes while sniffling. Was this really happening to me, was I in a dream, or was this real.

“Really…?” I asked quietly.

“Really,” He gave me a small smile while securing his grip on me. Maybe everything would be fine, maybe the future isn’t as gray as I thought it would be, and maybe just maybe I could face it with Chan… or Channie as I have wanted to call him most of my life aloud.

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twilightpentagrams · 2 years ago

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haaiii!!! could i request a drabble abt rough sex w ritsu x m!reader where reader gives someone else much too much attention instead of ritsu? :3

RITSU SAKUMA X MALE READER : possession

CW: nsfw, bottom reader, top ritsu, blood, biting, rough sex, semi-public sex, possessive behavior, little prep

producing knights always seemed like a sweet and easy gig. they were all so regal yet deep down, friendly and goofy. it was easy to befriend them, no longer having a strict professional barrier. it evolved into getting ice cream with tsukasa, shopping for beauty products and clothes with arashi, helping leo compose new and unique music for the unit; and so on.

it was a comfortable and stable relationship. they were your friends as you were theirs. of course, it could be easy to get wrapped up in it all, which oftentimes found you neglecting a member or two — a painless offense. they all had other friends and other duties, especially arashi and izumi with their frequent photoshoots and variety shows.

time just simply got away from you sometimes, especially when tsukasa was always asking to help you with his work or to go to a sweets club meeting. it was easy to be around him, and you enjoyed your time with him.

it was a painless guilty pleasure, one that wasn’t meant to be malicious or negligent towards the other knights members! sometimes you just had a hard time scheduling meetups with the others.

well, it was painless for all except for one member, the one who currently had you cornered against the wall of the now empty practice room.

“produucer~” the vampiric boy whined, rutting himself against you. it felt so, so good, just simply the feeling of him frantically grinding against you had you excited. “you’ve been ignoring me. so so rude of you, producer-kun.”

you craned your neck, feeling warm breath tickle the expose skin above your uniform. before you could apologize for being busy and spending unequal amounts of time with others, ritsu spoke first.

“it’s okay producer~ i know you’re so busy with all your work,” he spoke in between kisses and small nips, “but you’re mine, okay? made just for me.”

a needy and breathy whine escaped your throat, only serving to make the boy more frantic in undressing you. he stripped your blazer and shrugged it to the ground before loosening your tie and unbuttoning your shirt. before long, the cool air of the practice room hit your exposed chest.

ritsu played with your chest, rolling a nipple between his fingers, “mmm,” he hummed. “such a good boy, all mine, okay? no one else.” you shuddered as the hands exploring your exposed torso moved south, cupping and palming at your erection through your trousers.

you were painfully hard.

“so hard for me, hmm?” ritsu spoke softly, “you want this, producer? is that why you tease me by being so friendly with suuchan and the others?”

you nodded, a moan building in your throat. the only thoughts in your mind was need, need, need. you needed ritsu. you needed to feel good.

ritsu bit the soft skin of your neck, allowing hot blood to flow down your collar and chest — not that it mattered much, it ended up being smeared away from how much he was groping and touching your body, trying to drink in every inch.

after what seemed like eons of being toyed with, in a rough motion he flipped you over and needily stripped you of your pants, leaving you exposed. he continued to bite your neck and jaw, gifting you dark marks that would blossom into pretty bruises.

in one swift motion, he pushed himself into you. it burned and felt like you were being split in two. you gasped out a cry that quickly turned into slutty moans and whimpers. ritsu rutted into you like he was a dying man, not caring about your pleasure and only seeking his own. he did wrap a steady hand around your length, but the combination of the two points of stimulation was almost painful.

ritsu hummed between his pants and gasps, eventually quieting himself by biting your shoulder.

“such a good boy, but you need to be quiet. can’t have anyone hear us, hmm?” he teased between moans. “such a good boy for me. you take me like we were made for eachother.”

in a desperate and lustful haze, ritsu quickly met his climax shortly before you hit yours. he continued to ride the high, fucking his cum into your hole until you screamed with pleasure and overstimulation. he held you against the wall for a few minutes, panting heavily and soaking in the smell of sex and sweat.

you devoted a lot more time to ritsu after that.

#ritsu sakuma #sakuma ritsu #ritsu x reader #sakuma ritsu x reader #ritsu sakuma x reader #enstars smut #ensemble stars smut #enstars x reader #enstars #ensemble stars #ensemble stars x reader #knights x reader #ritsu enstars #smut #male reader

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acanth3 · 7 months ago

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追憶＊マリオネットの糸の先 / Reminiscence＊End of the Marionette's Strings

EPISODE 1

Mika: Hmmm? Only 30 minutes till’ our live and Nazuna-nii isn’t here yet…

Shu: Kagehira. Quit shaking, it’s uncomfortable. To rephrase it, it’s vulgar.

Don’t get distracted just because nobody is watching us, Valkyrie must always remain graceful.

If you behave unsightly I won't allow you to go up on stage. Understand?

Whether you are there or not, it won't matter.

Mika: Nnnnh, I’m sorry Oshi-san Standin’ around in the same place gets annoyin’. Is it okay if I follow you for a bit?

Shu: Don't move on your own, even if you walk just a little you’ll soon forget what you have to do.

As far as I’m worried you’ll ruin your costume.

Mika: Nnnh? Osh-san is worried about me~? I’m so happy.

Shu: What I’m worried about is the costume, not you! Just how much effort do you think went into tailoring the costume?

Kagehira, just take responsibility.

It’s not something easy where you can just wash it if it gets dirty.

Mika: Nnnn~ I’m happy with our matchin' costumes. Oshi-san makes new costumes every live performance

So refreshin’ ♪

This is our general costume for Valkyrie right? Ha~ It’s cool, make us look like antique dolls ♪

Shu: It’s not supposed to create a nostalgic feeling, but the trend where it’s good if it’s new...I can’t stand it.

I’m used to tailoring these kinds of costumes, I’m the only one who can prepare/tailor the costumes on my own. ♪

Mika: Nnnn, Mado-nee is also wearin' a matching costume! Cute~♪

Shu: That’s right, that’s right, praise more.

Rather than wearing it just because it looks cute on Mademoiselle, it’s only natural it looks good because I designed it.

You too...Well it only looks good on you because you’re only good appearance-wise.

Mika: Eh? Really? I’m happy~ Oshi-san has praised me~♪

Shu: Don't jump around! It would be a problem if you hooked your clothes somewhere, you careless person.

Nazuna: …..

Mika: Nnnhn!? I was surprised... Nazuna-nii how long have you been standin’ there? It’s quite late, I was worried!

Nazuna: …..

Mika: Don’t act so intimidatin’! I’m older than you Nazuna-nii. I wont know what to do if you suddenly bowed yer head~...

Nazuna: …..?

Mika: Nnnn? Lookin’ at the costume? This is our basic Valkyrie costume, I get to match with you Nazuna-nii~♪

Nazuna: …..♪

Mika: Yeah! I think it looks great too! I’m sure it’ll look good on you too, Nazuna-nii.

Shu: Kagehira. Just shut up for a little bit.

...It’s very late, Nito

Nazuna: …..

Shu: Well I’d say it’s okay, hurry get dressed. Your costume is over there.

It’ll be difficult to wear it yourself, I’ll help you.

Nazuna: ….. nods head

Shu: Aaa, Nito, Nito, Nito…♪ My perfectly tuned, beautiful lovely marionette. Even today as well, you are perfect…☆

It’s a miracle of God given by heaven.

It’s such a shame to share this brilliant frame to average people in this world, I wish to keep it all to myself…♪

But unfortunately it cannot happen.

Those insects are very disturbing these few days, so we have to defeat them. In order to do that we need you.

Don’t worry, I’ll clean up this mess soon.

Because it’s ‘fine’ we’re up against I thought what it would be like against Tenshouin, but after all, it’s child's play.

They are not only the enemy of Valkyrie, of course there are others snobs within our eyes.

Let’s kick it all away, destroy it and pack it into a cheap stuffed toy♪

These days, including me, there’s a group called ‘ The 5 Eccentrics’ and so on.

At this point, everyone seems to be watching us silently. There is nothing in this world that tunes out our reign/superiority.

Just a little more and this world will turn into a beautiful exhibition designed by me.

It won't take long, just a little more patience.

Nazuna: …..nods head

Shu: Nito, cute little rabbit…let's create a perfect world for you with no dust.

First of all, let’s begin to prepare for this showcase.

Even if you spare the trouble of helping us, it’s still troublesome.

Separated from the fools and the weak… let’s only bring the most beautiful and valuable into heaven.

Now, the beginning of a fun puppet show~ KaKaKaKa ♪

notes: i love shu sm im gonna die

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abbysleftbicepp · 8 months ago

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The Thief And The Fairy.

An Ellie williams x Maleficent!reader au. Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

an: finally introduced another character!! i’ve been so excited to get this chapter out just so we could meet her. This one is quite a short one, my apologies. Enjoy!

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A few hours had passed since Y/N had lost her wings, and she decided she shouldn’t let Ellie be her defeat. This was not the end of her story, taking her wings was only the start.

Snow had fallen upon the Moors, and clouds covered the forrest. The winds were heavier and the greens almost turned grey.

Y/N slowly started to get up, almost falling back down from the pain. She used the root of the tree behind her to push herself back up. She stared at the floor for a moment, thinking of what she could use to keep herself stable.

Thankfully, an idea came to her. Reaching down, the once winged girl picked up a twig from the ground. She used her powers to turn it into a long staff, with a large green jewel at the top. She then used the staff as a walking stick, as she wondered through the Moors, however she stumbled over once more. After a few moments, she got back up again.

Hatred and anger filled her face as she walked, she should have never fallen for the tricks of humans. She should have never given in to the temptations of the humans. She should have never welcomed Ellie back so easily.

Y/N found herself upon an abandoned, fallen down castle, where a crow squawked above her, then landing on some brick beside her. The girl used her magic and made the crow fly away.

The next day, Y/N came across a corn field that belonged to a farmer not too far from the Moors. She saw the same crow from last night, caught under a rope net. A dog was barking at it. The farmer laughed with joy.

“Hahaha!! I’ve got yer!!” He said before running off to grab a weapon so he could kill the bird. Y/N stood hidden in the tall grass, observing.

“You wicked bird!” The man yelled, getting ready to swing at it. Before he could do any harm, Y/N whispered a spell.

“Into a man..” She spoke softly, the magic dancing through her fingers and towards the crow.

The crow began to grow vastly, and it’s features became less bird-like and more humane. She stood up within the net, looking at her new body as her feathers quickly disappeared and her wings turned into hands. The farmer gasped, backing up. “It’s a demon!!!” He yelled before running away with the dog.

Once the man was gone, Y/N stepped out from her hiding and towards the bird girl. The girl looked at Y/N and frowned.

“What have you done to my beautiful self?” The girl questioned angrily but calmly.

“Would you rather i let them beat you to death?” Y/N retorted, defending herself. She looked at the bird girl, scanning her face. She was quite pretty. Her features were different to hers as a crow, for now she had long dark blonde hair and blue eyes.

“I’m not certain..” The girl responded, looking over her own body.

“Stop complaining. I saved your life.” The fairy spoke firmly.

“forgive me.” the girl looked down apologetically.

“What do i call you?” Y/N asked curiously.

“Abigail, preferably Abby.” She stated confidently. “And in return for saving my life, i am your servant. Whatever you need.” She announced.

“Wings.” The fairy spoke. Abby looked at her confused, so Y/N rephrased herself.

“I need you to be my wings.” She finished.

The two walked together through the field and towards the abandoned castle from the night prior, before Y/N turned abby back into a crow and sent her to the castle to be her wings and eyes.

At the castle, Ellie’s coronation and wedding to Queen Dina was taking place. Abby spied from an open window in the throne room.

The priest placed the crown on her head and started speaking.

“I present to you, the first of her line, Her royal highness, Queen Ellie.” Ellie stood up upon the priests words, and the town people cheered. After gathering all the information that was needed, Abby made her way back to Y/N.

After Abby explained the news to the fairy, anger bubbled in her blood.

“She did this… to me.. so she would be Queen?” Green flames rose from her staff, and as she screamed, the flames threw upward into the sky, creating a beam of light that all the kingdom and the Moors could see. It created a storm over the Moors, and everything became gloomy and dull. Queen Ellie spotted this from her balcony, she knew that something bad was coming for her.

Y/N finally made her way back to the heart of the Moors, where the people gasped at her.

“Her wings..” Thistlewit whispered sympathetically.

The once winged girl walked towards a tree and sat down. the branches created a spine-like throne where she would spend her time in the near future. Abby, in crow form, sat upon her hand. Two of the Spriggan folk stood by her side, as if they were guarding her. They ordered the people of the Moors to bow down at Y/N, and so they did as they were told.

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testingthewatersss · 1 year ago

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Are you my Captain? Trigger warnings for PTSD, mentions of war, arguing, etc. Protective Steve is lowkey an asshole. Bucky Barnes x F Reader Chapter 3 2555 words fluff, angst, tension, comfort. 18+ MDNI

You each tell your own friends. That was the deal you made with Bucky when you finally got together. A year later and he's finally figuring out why you'd been so sure that you'd gotten the better part of the deal with Tony.

“Why are you fighting, love?” she wonders, voice like honey, “..Sleep..”

Bucky hums noncommittally, gaze not wavering as his fingers flex across her waist.

“I’ve missed you” is the response he settles on, not caring how pathetic the excuse sounds as he makes it, “It’s been awhile since we’ve been alone like this…”

“Bucky” she coos softly, leaning in to press a kiss against his brow, “I’ve missed you too”

He beams at her, and even though the hollows under his eyes are so deep that they look like bruises now, she thinks he’s the most beautiful thing in the world.

“God, doll—“ he drawls, “—are you trying to distract me or somethin’?”

“No” she chuckles, before catching her own lie, “— maybe a little?” she amends, “The main aim was catching you up on the attention you’ve so clearly been starved of while I’ve been workin, but, I suppose if it doubles as a distraction too, then I’m not mad it…”

He seems like that response. The creases by his eyes deepen as he beams at her a little wider, anyway. She takes that as a win.

“Do you think they’re still fightin’?”

“That depends… Are we classing Romanoff scolding Steve as fighting?”

“No” he allows, “Not if he’s not replying.”

“Then no” she murmurs, “You know he doesn’t have the stamina to keep up with her when she’s pissed, and she has been begging me to let her hash this out with him for weeks.”

He scoffs quietly before keening back into her knuckles as they drift over the curve of his cheek.

“She’s protective” Y/N feels the need to explain, “but she won’t be too hard on him… she cares about him too…”

“Maybe he needs a little hard” he counters, trying to make his tone sound harsher.

His attempt doesn’t work well. He sounds almost like a child, and his partner can’t help but laugh at the frustrated crease between his brow.

“He loves you, Bucky” is what she decides to reply with, “He’s worried that I’m taking advantage… that I’m charming you into fighting for SHEILD—“

“You’re charmin’ me alright” he mumbles, blushing scarlet, “But I’ve been askin’ to help out for months and you’ve been real firm about saying no.”

“Maybe you should try charmin’ me?” she teases, rolling her eyes, “You’re a lover, not a fighter, sweetheart— and you’ve already been drafted once. I’m not going to let you get wrapped up in another war, not when I can help it.”

“It’s the same war” he counters, “and it’s not being drafted if I’m volunteering.”

“Now you sound like Steve—”

“—He’s not always wrong.”

“No” she agrees, “but, it doesn’t matter anyway.”

“because?” he prompts, an edge of resignation to his voice.

“because I am the acting director, which means wether either of you like it or not, it’s my opinion that counts”

“That sounds more like a dictator than a director” he murmurs, playful tone of voice offsetting the possible accusation in his words, “I thought I was free to do whatever I wanted?”

“You are” she purrs, stroking his jaw with her thumb, “Baby boy, you can do anythin’ you want, anythin’ at all… and if I really believed for one second that fighting was what would make you happy then I’d have a suit made up for you by the mornin’—”

“It’s not fighting I want to do” he says, knowing that they’ve had this talk before, and it always ends up the same way, “It’s helping you”

“And you do help me” she says with a smile, “You help me every day… You’re not an asset anymore, sweetheart. You don’t have to be completing missions to be useful…”

Bucky feels himself keening out to her, nose brushing her cheek as he flushes red again.

“I can be useful like that, though” he whispers, “If… If you ever need my help, doll, promise… promise me you’ll ask—“

“If” she replies, matching his tone, “If I ever think we need your help like that, then I promise we’ll talk it over, okay? I’m not going to ask you do anythin’ because you’re terrible at sayin’ no to me— but, I swear— I’m open to discussion.”

He can live with that.

He can more than live with that, really.

“Natasha isn’t the only one who’s protective” he mumbles, voice thick and drowsy now, “Y/N/N, you’re just as bad”

“No” she counters, stroking his hair back gently, “No, I’m much, much, worse.”

Bucky beams at that. At how insanely protected he feels, tucked up against her side, with her arms around him and her whole being seemingly being devoted to keeping him safe.

He doesn’t think there are enough words in the world for him to be able to explain how grateful he is for her. For how she looks after him so thoroughly, and for the way that she has never, ever, asked him to do something he might regret, even when he’s asked her too.

He settles on saying “I love you” and finally letting his eyes close.

It’s nice to surrender, especially when he hears her telling him that she loves him too.

Yeah, he thinks, There are definitely worse things to submit to than this—

Y/N watches him for awhile, even when she’s pretty certain that he’s sleeping.

She lets her gaze linger on his face, on the gentle curve of his jaw and the soft pout of lower lip as he breathes in, and out in a rhythm that is almost mechanical.

It’s a pleasant change to see him so unguarded.

She really has missed him too, even if she’d been too preoccupied to dwell on the ache in her chest that his absence breeds.

And then, without ever deciding to close her eyes, she’s asleep too.

The sky outside the window goes from black, to pink, to blue before either of the couple begin to stir, both too settled within their embrace to be roused by anything external.

Unsurprisingly, it’s Bucky who eventually comes round first, his body startling itself awake in the aftershock of some, strange memory that he forgets the details of as soon as he blinks his eyes open.

Instinct makes him pull Y/N closer. Panic response making his pulse race as he buries his face against her chest.

It’s a primal attempt at calming himself down.

It’s involuntary and desperate and it happens in the space of a second—

and then Y/N stirs, too.

Her body responding to his by curling impossibly closer around him, and exhaling long and slow to soothe him;

“Sorry” he bursts, voice still a whisper, “Sorry, I- I didn’t… I- I- don’t…“

“It’s okay” she yawns, shaking her head and orientating herself with being awake, “You’re alright…”

“I didn’t mean to wake you up” Bucky tells her, less quietly now,

“You didn’t” she lies, “I was just restin’ my eyes”

He scoffs at that, reaching up with metal fingers to paw at his eyes.

The brightness of the room jars him a little. It’s been so long since he’s slept through the night that he’s unused to waking up to sunlight coming in through the windows.

Y/N is looking at him now, and she thinks the muddled expression he’s sporting is awfully sweet, even if she suspects the cause is mildly depressing;

“It’s a little after 9” she reports, looking at the holographic display on the bedside, “Weathers’ going to be nice from the look of things— A little cold in the shade.”

He nods absentmindedly, thoughts already drifting back to Steve.

To the ‘almost argument’ they’d had last night, and the ‘actual argument’ he’d gotten himself into with Romanoff.

“I’m sure he’s fine” Y/N says, correctly guessing the reason for the furrowing of his brow, “Nat would’ve messaged me if something serious had happened. She knows I don’t like to be surprised with things like that.”

That’s true.

She would’ve messaged Y/N with a warning had the outcome of their discussion been anything worthy of a report.

He’s not sure if that’s good or not;

He’s not sure how much more of Steve acting the way he is he can take before he snaps on him himself, and if he’s honest- it’s been so long since he’s been able to snap on anyway that he’s not sure what that would look like.

“You’re worrying too much” Y/N says, reaching out to stroke his cheek, “I promise, it’s all going to be fine”

He surrenders, leaning into her touch and nodding.

She’s acutely aware of the way he’s not looking at her though. That isn’t quite normal for him, that means he’s trying to hide something;

“What are you scared of, love?”

Her tone is softer now.

It’s so soft that he looks at her instantly, and then, she sees that she was right.

Fear is plain on his face;

“I don’t want to do somethin’ I’ll regret” he admits, “If he keeps pushin’ me I might— I- I don’t know if I’ll able to not go too far—”

“You” she sighs, “You, would never hurt him, you know that.”

“Physically” he agrees, “but if I- If I snap and say —“

“Say what?” she cuts in dryly, “Baby what could you possibly say? That he’s being an asshole? That he’s smothering you? none of that’s —“

“That he didn’t spend a lifetime being tortured by Russians in the snow, so he doesn’t get to tell me how I’m supposed to be acting now that I’m not- That even some of the handlers I had questioned me less and at least they didn’t pretend to be worried about me when they were demanding I answer their questions”

That outburst takes Y/N totally by surprise.

It’s abundantly clear from his tone that it’s not something that has just suddenly come from nowhere. That’s it’s a cumulation of resentment that’s been building for awhile.

The tint of venom doesn’t suit the usual lilt of his voice.

The crease of anger doesn’t seem to sit well on his brow either.

It looks like a mask, like a layer of something to cover the hurt that has been so visible recently.

Silence has been in the air for a beat too long now. Y/N knows that, so she breaks it, drawing in a breath and deciding what to address first;

“He’s not pretending to care…” she says gently, “…I’m not saying that he’s dealing with this well—“ she adds quickly, not wanting to provoke him, “he’s not— obviously he’s not— but, he does love you—”

“You don’t understand” Bucky mumbles, cheeks burning red.

“No” she agrees, “do you want to help me?”

His eyes are trained on her now. At least he doesn’t look scared anymore, she thinks, he looks a little embarrassed, maybe a little ashamed of himself for his outburst, but definitely not scared.

“I was so sure he was goin’ to come and save me in the beginning, Y/N/N”

That confession doesn’t help clarify much, so, Y/N just waits, expression patient, for him to expand on his own;

“When they first woke me up I- I was so certain that Steve was going to come and get me out like he did the first time— In that camp— I didn’t believe them when they said he wasn’t going too- I thought they were just trying to break me quicker y’know? and then- then I heard that he was dead and it… it was- it was too much for me, on- on top of everything else. He thinks that it was just him who lost someone- but- I- I lost him too and I- I didn’t have anythin’ else…”

Oh, god- that… that’s sadder than anything else he could’ve said.

“Everything else they did to me, everything hurt so much, but I was hangin’ on… waiting for him- even- even after the first few wipes— It was only when- when they told me that he was gone I was… that I stopped fightin’ — it… it was the last straw— it- it was over for me after that and he- he acts like it was only him who lost me and not the other way around”

Okay.

That makes sense.

She nods to show that gets it. That she understands now, and then, she sighs, slow and soft because she can tell from the look that’s settled on his face that he feels awfully guilty for saying it out-loud.

“Come on…” she instructs, opening her arms to receive him, “…Come here, sweetheart…”

“I worry about him too” he mumbles, trying to justify himself, “when he disappears for days at a time and won’t talk about where he’s been- I don’t corner his friends and demand to know what he’s working on— I’ve never even asked you about what he does for SHEILD—“

He’s right, she realises, he’s never asked about Steve’s roll, not even once—

“I know” He hears her agree, “I’m not sure I would’ve been able to answer even if you had, but he’s safe, okay? I can tell you that much- You’re both safe.”

“That’s not the point” he grumbles, pulling back to look at her again, “Y/N/N, the point is that I trust him to keep himself that way— Even when we were kids, he’d get himself into all these scrapes and I still had to trust that he could handle it— I’d help when I could— but I never tried to stop him from doing what he wanted. I never made him feel like he wasn’t allowed to go off on his own.”

Her mouth is set. Expression considerate as she strokes his cheek.

She’s suddenly very proud of him. For telling her all of this when it’s clearly not easy for him to put into words. For opening up, and for holding himself together so well while he does so. She definitely doesn’t want to discourage him from speaking, so, she waits, letting her fingers curl across his jaw, until it’s obvious that he’s done.

and then, she nods.

“You’ve got history” Y/N decides, “it’s messy, and complicated— but you’re family, Buck. You care about each other, and this is all going to be okay.”

His eyes are glued on hers as he swallows, thick and nervous.

“You don’t think you could talk to him about this?”

No. No, the way that his face falls at the mere suggestion of that is a blatant enough answer.

“It’d kill him, Y/N/N.”

That hadn’t been the explanation she’d been expecting.

Her surprise must’ve been easy to read, because he offers her a tight lipped smile and turns to peck at her palm.

“He feels bad enough about the whole thing” he murmurs, “I can’t tell him about how I was waitin’ on him to save me… about how hard I took it when he— when it turned out that he couldn’t…he’d… he’d never get over it, doll. He’d blame himself for the rest of his life— I couldn’t do that to the kid, no matter how difficult he’s bein’ right now.”

Fine, that’s understandable.

“Did talking to me about it make you feel better?”

He chuckles at that, before smiling more surely and nodding.

“It did, actually.”

“Good” she replies, “I’m glad— hopefully Nat got through to him about the stalking.”

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