#but to remember that we were something different

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After-party || 18+

Synopsis: The best part of attending all those champagne-filled events was always the after-party sex. And who better to have it with than your two oldest members?

Pairings: Heeseung × eighthmember!fem!reader × Jay, includes Hanbin of Zb1

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, female eighth member of Enhypen au, unprotected p in v (not for you), cock riding, choking (f recieving), oral sex (f recieving), degradation, praise, threesome, anal sex, rough sex, implied masturbation (male), DADDY KINK, all of them are toxic af, reader is younger and shorter than both of them

A/N: I have woken up from my 8292937 year hibernation period again and immediately decided to finish this fic. Fun fact this wip is being erased from my list after two years of its inception lol. Anywho probably gonna disappear for a long time again don't miss me too much y'all. As always enjoy!

Being the only female member of Enhypen meant you were the object of many staring eyes.

But not the eyes of your fans. You could handle those readily. After all, engenes were as infatuated with you as they were with the rest of the boys.

The eyes you couldn't handle (not easily) were those of the four oldest members.

Lee Heeseung, Park Jay, Sim Jake and Park Sunghoon.

Being a part of the 2003 line meant that they saw you as their ‘beloved princess’, especially in the bed-works. Their words of course, not yours. Sunoo, your fellow 03 liner, also joined in the fun sometimes. Having his bedroom situated directly next to yours was certainly a marvelous thing for him and Jake—who lived in the same dorm.

Going to events with them wasn't any different either with either Sunghoon or Heeseung constantly throwing flirtatious glances all the time, and Jay not taking his fingers off from your skin at any moment.

But you didn't really mind for some odd reason. Maybe the odd reason was you were only a woman constantly surrounded by handsome men. Or maybe it was the fact that their skills in seduction were as smooth as their voices and you had easily fallen into their trap.

Regardless, you loved them and they certainly loved you back.

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“Why were we not invited again?” Jake tilted his head. He was lying on the couch, with his body sprawled like a sea slug, whilst Sunghoon looked on at the white wall, completely zoned out.

“You’re not worthy.” Heeseung joked from a corner of the room, admiring himself in the full body mirror. He sported a rather sleek look of a collared white coat over a velvety black shirt and black trousers. A dainty ringed necklace dangled from his neck, along with two bracelets on his wrist, rings decorating his index and ring fingers, and multiple small earrings hanging from his ears.

“Ha ha.” Sunghoon laughed sarcastically, rolling his eyes, “We still have our Tiffany events, right Jake?”

“Yep!” Jake said with a pop of his lips, toying with the aglets of his hoodie strings, “Speaking of Tiffany–” He rolled over to lay on his stomach, speaking to Heeseung this time, “—I heard our Y/Nnie is gonna sneak in with a Tiffany ring instead of a Pommelato one.”

“And wherever did you hear that from, Jaeyun?” A husky voice sounded as Jay stepped in. He looked exceptionally handsome, dressed in a similar look to Heeseung, albeit with a longer suit jacket and a v-neck under-shirt. He sported less jewelry though, with a plain golden band adorning his ring finger, a chunky bracelet on his wrist, and a necklace that dropped down to his chest. He wore a pair of simple earrings as well.

“Hey, don't shoot the messenger.” Jake held up his hands in defeat, collapsing onto the sofa once more with a loud yawn, “I’m excited to see what she’ll be wearing.”

“I hope it's not something similar to last time.” Heeseung groaned, remembering the last event he, you and Jay had been invited to. You had worn black, a halter neck dress of satin, which cinched around your waist and flowed off in a skirt that went to your knees. Heeseung had to keep his head buried in his champagne in order to resist dragging you off to the bathroom to satisfy his throbbing boner.

“Why not?”

The sound of your heels was heard first, before you could step into the room, alerting the boys’ ears and causing them to snap their heads in the direction of the entrance. You wouldn't have described their reaction to your dress as ‘jaw dropping’ but for the sake of your ego, you decided to.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Heeseung visibly gulp and Jay’s eyes trail down to your chest. Perverts, you thought, though you thought it with a wide smile.

“Don’t you like the outfit?” You asked them, taking a spin for them to see the back of it, giggling to yourself as you did. You knew all those shoulder workouts at the gym would pay off when you wore something like this.

“Backless…” Sunghoon said, his eyes wide, “I mean….….it's classy for sure.” Jake nodded in furious agreement, whilst the older two watched on silently, smirks dangling on their lips.

In all fairness to them, it was something you had never tried before. It was white, to match the boys’ outfits, with a sweetheart neckline that showed off your cleavage. Your back was accentuated perfectly by the sleek dip of the dress. It was bolder and far more dangerous. But what is life without a little danger?

“And you expect us to remain civil throughout the night.” Jay chuckled, swiping a stray stray of hair from his face, “While looking like that.”

“It's not my fault I’m way too pretty.” You shrugged your shoulders, adjusting your own hair with your ringed fingers. A sleek gold band decorated your index finger while another one which was inset with an emerald sat on your ring finger. You had a bracelet as well; the thick, curling wires of gold rested rather coldly against your skin. Since you didn't really have a preference for earrings, you decided to wear tiny hoops of plain gold. A perfect way to subtly complement the outfit.

“Woah honey, tone down the ego.” Jake wolf whistled, making you giggle as you plopped down on an armchair next to Sunghoon.

“Are the divas ready?” You said loudly, calling out to Jay and Heeseung, the latter was fixing his hair meticulously, “Or are we gonna stay here for the night?”

“Well if you give us that invitation…..” Jay said, leaning against the wall, his hands in his pockets. His hair was styled in a way that made your insides curl up and scream. Handsome bastard, you thought.

Just as you were opening your mouth for a retort, there was a knock at the door, followed by it opening without anyone giving an answer. A blonde, curly haired man stepped in, his fox-like eyes widened and his dimple prominent on his upper cheek.

“Hey the car’s read—Woahh.” Sunoo stopped in between his sentence, his eyes trailing up and down the length of your body, “Well hello gorgeous.”

“My eyes are up here, asshole.” You grumbled, getting up and speedily moving over to the door without sparing so much as a glance to Sunoo. He furrowed his brows.

“What did I do now?” He sighed, collapsing onto the armchair you were sitting on, “Don’t tell me this is about last night.”

“Of course it's about last night!” You glared at Sunoo, crossing your arms. Jake’s eyes clearly followed your cleavage again.

“Well don’t wear my hoodie again, you look too sexy to resist.” Sunoo chuckled. Sunghoon laughed as well, nodding his head in agreement.

“My legs are actual jelly Kim Sunoo.” You said smirking as an idea came to your mind. You flashed your right leg forward, exposing the thigh high slit that the dress had. Your ego significantly heightened as you saw how the boys physically stopped in between what they were doing, widening their eyes. Heeseung’s hand was frozen in mid-air, his efforts to brush his hair back proved to be un-futile. Jay chuckled.

“Thanks for taking my advice with the dress, baby.” Jay said, walking towards you, with his hands still in his pockets. Your eyes flickered to his lips and his to yours and soon they were pressed firmly against each other as his hand wrapped around your waist, whilst yours lay flat on his chest. His rings dug into your waist. He faintly tasted like cardamom; his movements were soft and his lips were perfect around yours. You often commented that Jay’s kisses felt the most romantic from all the others and you were, yet again, proven right.

“Gross.” You heard Sunoo say. You glanced at him just at the right moment when he rolled his eyes as you pulled away from the kiss.

“Jealous, Sun?” You smirked, locking eyes with Heeseung at the corner. His eyes were dark and his smirk was mischievous.

“You better go before the driver gets tired of waiting.” Sunghoon smiled warmly at you. Heeseung responded with a soft ‘yep’ while Jay was already ushering you out of the room, his gaze wavering towards your chest every now and then. He walked over quickly and shut the door after you had exited the room, bidding goodbye to the boys.

“You really like the neckline huh?” You giggled, catching Heeseng’s attention, as he snapped his eyes to hold yours in a dark gaze.

“You’re begging to be touched tonight aren't you?” He whispered, bending down to your level, to place a sudden kiss on the curve of your neck. His lips felt cold and slightly moist, probably because of the layers of lip balm he always applied.

“Don’t steal her all to yourself, hyung.” Jay cocked his head to your side, pressing a kiss at your neck as well. His lips felt warm over your neck, in total contrast to Heeseung.

“Are you guys done?” You chuckled, playfully glaring in Jay’s directions, “Horndogs.”

“I mean—” Jay looked at Heeseung, who was smirking, “She is right.” You heard Heeseung chuckle, “We are not staying civil tonight with that dress on you.”

“Didn't think so.” You mumbled.

And it wasn't like you even wanted them to.

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The car ride to the event played out in the usual shenanigans.

Both of your thighs were squeezed by two veiny hands, your right by Heeseung’s and your left by Jay’s. Heeseung was fighting his demons hard not to reach up the dress slit and dive into you with his fingers. You didn't really want him to though; your eyes kept wavering over the rings that both the men wore, imagining what they’d feel like pressed harshly to your throbbing cunt. You were also fighting your demons to not unbutton their silk shirts with your teeth right now.

The car came to a stumbling halt, right as you were feeling sleep hug your eyes. Jolting awake, you glanced to your left to see the faint flashes of cameras appear from the dark window.

The press, media, stardom, fame. In short, all you’d worked your ass off for. You often get reminded of that everytime you attend an event like this one.

“Alright, doll?” Heeseung leaned in and whispered in your ear, his hot breath fanning your skin softly. You were suddenly reminded of the fact that your shoulders were to be on naked display all evening, when Heeseung suddenly pressed his lips against the skin on the top of your right shoulder.

“You want me to get in trouble, don’t you?” Your voice wavered only for a moment, when Heeseung stopped his sensual attack on your body. He looked up at you, his doe-like eyes darkened to form half moons.

But before you or he could say anything, you felt another similar sensation against your left shoulder.

“I am a victim of sabotage.” You said blankly, making Heeseung laugh as you turned your head to your left to see Jay’s widened eyes looking up at you, whilst pressing feather-light kisses onto your shoulder. He raised a brow, and rose up straight again.

“Don’t worry sweetheart.” He said, his hair falling ethereally onto his face was distracting you, “You’ll have plenty of sabotage when we get home.”

“Oh yeah.” Heeseung’s whispering voice sent ripples throughout your body, “Loads better.”

You were thankful for the partition in the car in between the driver seat and the back seats. And for the darkened windows as well. All of them contributed in hiding your extremely red face and an expression that said ‘I will kill you both’ but also ‘fuck me hard till you break the bed’.

You were greeted with the intense white light from the cameras as you stepped out of the car, aided ever so graciously by Jay’s gentlemanly outstretched hand, which you grudgingly took as a gesture of goodwill.

The media wouldn't know just how hard Heeseung had smacked your ass as you were climbing out from the car.

The spotlight moment on the red carpet was perhaps even worse.

Were you exaggerating? Maybe. But were you also trying hard not to crumble into pieces right there and then when Heeseung and Jay took turns in pulling you by the waist in the most attractive way possible? Definitely.

“I actually hate you both.” You mumbled as soon as you got inside the main lobby, finally free from the cauldron stares and the reporters commenting on what they’ll write about your ‘provocative’ dress. You didnt really give a fuck anyway, but it was nice to see Heeseung send murderous glares towards them.

“Not our fault you’re way too pretty.” Jay snickered, mimicking your words from earlier and fiddling with his rings. Heeseung silently agreed, his hand softly squeezing your ass serving as testimony. You rolled your eyes, resorting to putting on your game face—a.k.a the sweetest smile you could muster—to impress whoever the hell you were meeting.

You had heard earlier that day that your friend and MC partner Hanbin, of Zerobaseone, was also going to be present at the event. You hadn't told the guys, keeping it your little secret, so as to have an impromptu encounter with him at the venue.

Plus, Hanbin and you talking would certainly add fuel to the flame of your dating rumours, which had already been cleared a long time ago.

However, it was still fresh in Jay and Heeseung’s minds, and you had been taught from early childhood that revenge was a dish best served cold.

Entering the main venue, you were blinded by the flash of all the diamonds and jewels on display. Rows of rings and bracelets studded with jewels flanked every corner, and a multitude of opulent necklaces stood right in the centre. Your eyes were practically gleaming as you saw the earrings.

Soon enough, you, Jay, and Heeseung walked off in different directions, agreeing to meet up at a spot when it was time to go home.

You raced your eyes through the room, trying to spot Hanbin, walking blindly towards the bracelets in your attempt. You were momentarily distracted by the jewelry; it was seducing you into its gold and ruby grasps, and it was safe to say you were sold.

Giving a quick smile to the man behind the counter, you dropped your head down to the lines of bracelets—all sitting atop small black pillows. A lustrous silver one caught your attention first. It was engraved with the brand’s name on the inside and was decorated with carefully carved emeralds all over it. It would have looked amazing on the green dress you owned. Especially with your silver heel—

“Y/N?”

Hanbin.

Jackpot!

“Hey!” You exclaimed surprisedly, as if you hadn't been waiting for him to come, “Fancy seeing you here, oppa.”

“Yeah.” Hanbin shrugged, he was still getting used to you calling him ‘oppa’, “Wow, I didn't know you were here. You look beautiful.” You had to admit that Hanbin did make you blush often, and to be honest you wouldn't mind if any dating rumours crop out of this.

But unfortunately, there were some people who would mind direly.

“I’m here with my members actually.” You chuckled, “Jay and Heeseung. I’m sure they’re drowning in the free champagne though.” You giggled, trying to catch Hanbin off guard, “Were you browsing the bracelets, as well?”

“Matthew will murder me if I don’t get him a bracelet back.” Hanbin chuckled, “Do you have any recommendations?” You smiled sweetly at him and diverted your gaze back to the silver bracelet.

“I do like that one.” You nodded towards the bracelet, “I haven't tried it on yet though.” You chuckled, “Anyway I have way too many bracelets back home, I don't think I’ll buy this one.” Hanbin frowned slightly and asked the man standing behind the counter to show you the piece of silver, completely ignoring your protests.

“Now what kind of an MC partner would I be if I don’t get you a gift hm?” Hanbin smiled softly, putting the jewelry gently around your wrist, “Consider it an advance birthday present.” You giggled at this proposition, knowing well enough that your birthday was months away.

The bracelet looked expensive on you, the cold metal pressing against your skin and illuminating it with its numerous emeralds. Whoever designed this deserved to get a promotion in your high opinion. It shined in all its majesty on your wrist; you felt like it had the ability to make its wearer’s aura—an arcane one. You certainly felt mysterious.

"It's so beautiful…" You mumbled under your breath, “I love it.” You beamed up at Hanbin, who grinned back, “Now, should we choose Matthew’s present?"

"Well, I guess I'll be taking this one as well." Hanbin winked at you, "Along with Matthew's present, of course." He turned his eyes back to the glimmering collection, "How do you think he'll feel about that gold one over there?"

The conversation drifted on for about fifteen minutes, though you kept no track of time. It went from bracelets, to packed schedules, to comebacks and eventually, the well-being of each other's members.

While you chatted away merrily with your friend, two pairs of shimmering eyes stared from the distance, seeing nothing but red painted in the scene in front of them.

While jealousy or pettiness could never easily be seen on Jay’s face, it could be seen as bright as day on Heeseung’s. And boy did he look like an angry bull staring at the matador in the fighting ring.

“You should probably fix your face, hyung.” Jay sipped his champagne, it tasted disgusting, but it was still free alcohol.

“She’s touching his arm.” Heeseung grumbled into his own glass. Though he knew you were a grown woman who could handle yourself and make your own decisions and choices, deep down, he felt that pang of childish jealousy pierce his heart, as he saw you laugh with Hanbin in the distance. The lingering looks and slight touches made his ears turn furiously red.

Jay wasn't any better either. He was unbelievingly horny, and the way your dress draped around your hips so fucking perfectly made his dick ache. His image would probably be in shambles right now; the fabric of his pants wasn't really made for a hard cock.

“Should we go over then?” He suggested, to which the older man simply nodded, downing the rest of his champagne. Jay held onto his own glass though—something to put pressure against.

You, on the other hand, kept chattering away with Hanbin, not so subtly glancing over at ‘your’ men on the other side of the room. Hanbin thankfully didn’t notice—maybe his peripheral vision wasn’t as great as yours was—because he didn't internally smirk evilly when the oldest members of Enhypen started to approach him.

“Oh hey guys.” you exclaimed in an unusually high pitched voice, along with widened eyes, “Look who I found!” You tilted your head towards Hanbin, who smiled sweetly at Heeseung and extended his hand forward. You prayed to whichever God was listening that Heeseung didn't crush his hand—because from the look on his face, he looked like he really, really wanted to. You wondered if Hanbin was choosing to ignore it, or if he really was that sweet of a soul.

“What were you guys looking at?” Jay asked, turning Hanbin’s attention to him, “We were just over there by the rings and we got so distracted we didn't even notice you guys!”

Liar, you thought, they definitely noticed you, and boy did they definitely see you touching his arm.

“I was just buying this pretty thing.” Hanbin pointed to the bracelet on your wrist, “For a pretty girl, of course.” A blush crept to your cheeks and all Heeseung saw was red.

“Oh yeah, we were also looking at stuff for Y/N.” Heeseung forced a laugh, “Speaking of which—” He directed his surprisingly softened eyes towards you, “—do you wanna check out the things we got?”

Oh how well your plan was working.

“Actually, I was helping Hanbin oppa pick out a bracelet for Matthew.” The mere word ‘oppa’ was the final knife to the boys’ hearts, “I’ll be back after a minute, if that's alright?” Your eyes sparkled mischievously as you looked at Jay with the most innocent look you could muster.

“Of course it’ll be alright.” Jay smiled gently, and soon enough, dragged a very unwilling Heeseung off towards the fountains of champagne.

You pressed a freshly-plucked-from-the-waiter glass of champagne to your bosom and picked up the conversation with Hanbin again. You couldn't feel the influence of the alcohol work on you any time soon, though you were fervently hoping for it to. Orgasms always feel better when one is drunk, in your opinion.

From the corner of your eye, Heeseung and Jay seemed to shine in all their majestic glory, with their sleek clothes and their very seductive jewelry. And also their furrowed brows, which switched to polite, saccharine smiles within seconds.

It was a good thing your dress was so easily accessible.

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The pressure on your back felt painfully arousing as Heeseung pressed you to his bedroom wall. The rough feeling of his lips made you whine in between the sloppy kiss. His hand travelled up your leg, to your chest, cupping your breast in his warm fingers. Just that would have been enough to make you cream—what with how stimulated you were at the moment.

You heard Heeseung’s shaky breaths so close to your ear; your face instantly felt like it's on fire, considering how good his hand squeezing the shit out of your tit made you feel. The soft and warm combination of skin and fabric under his hand feels so right and he immediately notices your hard nipple, visible through the fabric.

"Fuck, you really want this, huh?" Now his lips are brushing over your shoulder and the slight growl in his voice makes something deep inside you tighten, "Dirty little baby." If he only knew for how long you'd been craving this, ever since you saw him in that stupid white coat and that stupid jewelry.

Heeseung's lips feel so soft on your shoulder and you move your head a bit to the side, just to give him more room to play with, which he immediately takes advantage of. His lips trail over your shoulder to your neck and he gently starts to suck on that sweet spot, drawing more of those sweet sounds out of you. The sight of Jay in the corner, slowly removing his jacket disappears, drowned out by Heeseung's erratic breathing, and his moans against your neck.

“Heeseung….” You sighed, “...want—want your cock���please..” Your sentence was spoken in a daze, an almost incorrigible accent that only the man in front of you could comprehend.

“Baby wants my cock?” Heeseung almost cooed, one of his hands trailed down your body again to find your exposed thigh, giving it a good squeeze before speaking again, “You’re so demanding aren't you sweetheart?” His hands venture deeper, fingers pressing against the inside of your thigh, tracing a deliberate path that makes your body tremble under his touch, “Promise you'll be a good girl for daddy then?” You only nod, but even that’s enough for Heeseung to roughly cup your pussy in his hand, “Words baby, use your words.”

“I–ahhh” Your words couldn't even begin to come out, Heeseung’s body put so much pressure against yours “—be your good girl—all yours daddy,” you beg, voice still strained with sleep, “please—need it inside.”

Heeseung suddenly nibbled on your neck, making you flinch momentarily. The gentle bite on your sensitive skin sent another shiver down your spine, stirring a mix of warmth that made your pulse race. He trailed your neck with a series of kisses and wet sucks, his breath hot against your skin.

“Ngh…” Each touch left you almost breathless, and the heat between you growing with every passing moment, making your toes curl and you moan softly by his ear.

“What do you think Jay?” Heeseung called out to the younger man, “Does she deserve my cock?”

From the corner of your eye, you could see Jay sitting all relaxed on Heeseung’s gaming chair. His coat was nowhere to be seen and his bracelet and earrings were removed. He titled his head to the side and—in the barely lit atmosphere—you could spot that smug smile dancing on his lips.

“Hmm, I don't know…” He slowly got up and stuffed his hands into his pant pockets, “I don't think she needs it.” You internally swore at Jay, all words that could get out from your mouth, if Heeseung wasn't cupping your pussy so well at the moment.

“All yours then.” Heeseung’s hands abruptly left your skin, “You may want to keep it quiet though, the others might wake up.” He winked and strode away towards his lounge chair in the corner of the room.

You didn't even get time to take a breath before Jay’s soft lips were on yours. Deep passionate kisses were making you vibrate more and more from excitement. Your tongues were fighting with each other for dominance; it was a sure thing that Jay won. You were so hungry each time your lips touched, so desperate for him, for his body and what you knew it could do to you.

"You taste so good…" Jay mumbled in between the passionate moment, "pretty baby" Heat spread all throughout your body at his compliment, he was always marvelous at pet-names. Jay couldn't wait any longer, he grabbed your hips and briskly lifted you up, his biceps flexing through his shirt as he did. He looked absolutely succulent.

Laying you down gently on the bed, he was quick to unbutton the first few buttons of his shirt, before he leaned over you and connected your lips together again. You broke the kiss just to see his chest peek out from the slightly unbuttoned shirt. You were an expert at removing buttons by now and—naturally—you reached under his shirt and gently ran your fingers around his abs, which caught his breath.

"You like that huh?” he asked hurriedly, with a cocky smile hanging on his lips, “Needy little slut.” You looked up at him with hooded eyes, giving him a chance to start kissing you again, more likely, guzzle your face. He was rough and wild but at the same time tender and loving. This combination always made a total waterfall flow between your legs.

He was holding you by your waist, really digging his strong fingers into your flesh, making you moan into the hungry kisses. Jay’s hand traveled up the slit of your dress and his fingers hook themselves onto the waistband of your drenched panties. Ever the expert, he pulls them off faster than you can comprehend.

Your hands meanwhile fly to his pants, pulling down the zipper to leave him in his boxers, which he wrenches them too, impatiently. The atmosphere of the room becomes quite heated as you look up at him with those wide, trusting eyes, and something in him cracks wide open. The tenderness of your gaze pulls at him, like a tether pulling him back from the edge, but that heat still smolders in his blood, fierce and unyielding.

In one rough tug, he yanks you towards the edge of the bed as he falls to his knees. Your hips held tight in Jay’s hands as he lurched forward, burying his nose in the soft junction where your leg and inner thigh meet. You let out a shuddering breath, the scent of your arousal swirling through the air is enough to make him crave more.

Looking down at him, you chew on the inside of your lip, knowing you have his undivided attention when you speak up, “You gonna stick that tongue inside of me or do I have to wait?”

Jay looks up and squeezes your thigh, making you look him in the eyes. He lets himself drink in the way you look. So soft and serene, like some kind of invitation that begs him closer. You look at him and grin, eager to get him as riled up as possible before you feel a sudden movement as he pulls your legs completely apart.

“Pretty girl sure knows how to run that mouth huh?” He says, and your hips jerk up slightly on their own volition, desperate for any friction, Jay runs his tongue over his lips, “She wants me to shut it up for her, doesn't she?”

It was evident he didn't need an answer when you felt his tongue glide through your folds; he had found his new home between your legs. You shudder, a sweet little mewl escaping your throat involuntarily. you can't help but blush at your own reaction, slightly embarrassed by it. You tear your eyes away from the erotic way Jay’s eyes closed as if he was enjoying his most favourite meal. Your head falls back as a deep moan rips into the air.

An amazing taste blooms on his tongue, crisp and bright with hints of whatever cranberry potion you were drinking and that faint yeasty richness at the back of Jay’s throat. They dance across his palate, leaving a lingering sweetness through his veins that doesn’t soothe his nerves so much as ignite something beneath them, something warmer, deeper, curling into his bloodstream.

Your mouth dropped open in another devastatingly desperate noise, your hands twisted his hair roughly, soft breasts rising and falling each time you gasped for air. The dim light of the room highlighted the curves of your body, slick and shining with a thin sheen of sweat.

His nose nudged your clit, his tongue lapping at your entrance with long, languid strokes, and your moans filled the room, soft and breathy. Jay groaned deeply, the sound muffled as he pressed his face impossibly closer to your core, his lips locking around your clit. Each sound he made was guttural, desperate, like he was losing himself in the taste of you.

His tongue flicking between your folds, you gasped, scrambling to grip his arms as he dragged your hips across his mouth. “you taste amazing, holy fuck.” He circled your clit, sucking the sensitive bud before digging his fingers into your skin. No matter how many times Jay found his head between your thighs, he could never get used to how intoxicating you were, all of his senses and primal instincts honing in on fucking you stupid.

Your hands buried themselves in his hair, tugging him closer, and he groaned into you, letting his tongue delve deeper, seeking out every bit of sweetness he could coax from you. It’s pure sin, each sound you made, each shiver that ran through you as he took his time, drinking you down like a man starved. You cried out, eyes fluttering shut as you clenched around nothing.

“F-Feels so good…oh fuck—daddy!” His chest filled with pride as you writhed above him. Despite his mouth working wonders on your soaked cunt, you felt so empty, wanting nothing more than to feel the delicious stretch of his cock.His hands gripped your thighs tightly, anchoring himself to you as his nose pressed against your folds, adding pressure in all the right places.

“Oh daddy…..” you whispered, your voice trembling as you combed your fingers through his hair, guiding him exactly where you needed him, “Harder—go harder please…” Jay moaned against you, the sound low and wrecked, and he obeyed without hesitation, sucking harder, his tongue darting out to flick over the swollen nub between pulls.

He thrusts his tongue greedily, pulling out almost fully until he somehow goes in deeper. It’s not fast but it’s not slow either, just enough that it leaves you reeling. The stretch is something you could never get used to; it only just borders on pain that makes it feel deliriously good. All you can offer him are broken gasps as you find purchase on his shoulders with your nails, digging into the flesh.

“need you inside, daddy,” you looked down at him, “fuck me.” Jay’s cock strains, pulsing in time with each pump of his blood through his shaft, circling around the base, threatening to expand even without the tight grip of your pussy surrounding him.

He inhales deep, greedy lungfuls of your scent. A guttural growl rumbles through his chest, his eyes screwing shut at the sheer amount of too much that courses through him. He feels dizzy with it, high on the pheromones pumping from you in waves.

“Fuck it—can’t wait.” He mumbles. His lips parted from your pussy in mere seconds and before you knew it, you were pressed flat against the bed. You could taste the cranberry tones of your own cum on his lips, he looked absolutely beautiful with his face all red and his mouth smeared with your spillage.

"Tch tch." You heard the clicking of a tongue in the background, “So I don’t get to have her then, do I?”

Jay slowed down at Heeseung’s brooding voice and closed his eyes for a second, taking in a deep breath before he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your cheek, “Have fun with him, princess.” He smirked and climbed down the bed.

From the corner of your eye, you could see the tall figure of Heeseung slowly approaching, his hands in his pockets and his chest peeking out from his slightly unbuttoned shirt. He places his knee at the foot of the bed and he climbs up to you. Sitting on his knees, in between your legs, he smirks.

“You didn't cum properly with Jay, did you baby?” He tilts his head at you. Jay scoffs from somewhere in the corner, “Oh be a good sport, Jongseong.” Heeseung’s smile remains as calm as ever.

“You’re basically saying you can fuck her better than i can.” Jay chuckles, “And I'm supposed to be a good sport.”

“Oh no, that’s not what I meant at all.” Heeseung leans down and presses his lips to your neck, sucking on the spot for a second or so—though it felt like eternity to you, “I’m only saying she prefers cock more than tongue.” His deer-like eyes had a carnivorous lust behind them, “Isn't that right, baby?” Heeseung leaned in and blew cold air onto your neck, making you shiver. He smirked and kissed your neck softly, licking the slick skin.

You looked up at him with dopey, half-lidded eyes, sneaking eager hands under his button up and undershirt. your fingers trace over his skin, pressing into the soft warmth of his stomach, his body heat sinking into your palms.

Heeseung took this as a sign to peel off his layers, pulling them off with ease and adding them to the pile of discarded clothes. You spend a moment gaping at his torso before he lowers himself on top of you, dragging his lips up your neck as he does so. You whine when he begins sucking at your pulse point, teeth scraping your skin every so often.

“Fuck—needy baby wants my cock huh?” He kisses at your collarbone, lips catching on the exposed skin of your chest, then breasts as he slowly pulls you up to place you on your ass. He strips off his pants and boxers and grabs your waist once more as he sinks into the pile of pillows, purposefully—and rather masterfully—avoiding where you need him most. He runs his hands up and down your thighs, while you settle down on his hips, smooth fingertips caressing your skin, squeezing in intervals.

You didn't know if it was the pure fact that you were one horny bitch or if you were just really craving cock, but the sight of Heeseung’s beautiful dick made you stare. It was so thick and heavy, the mushroom tip was already glistening with pre-cum. You always did say that his dick was the prettiest out of all of them—which earned you quite a lot of rough sex last year. Heeseung’s body was hot, his skin flushed as he relaxed into the mattress even more.

“Go on sweetheart.” He said, in that cocky, condescending tone that always made your pussy gush like a fountain, “Ride it like a good little slut.”

Your hips find their home atop his and you nestle against him. You sink down on his cock, gasping as he fills you perfectly—at this point, you've memorised every vein on that thing. You love how he fills you so completely, how you almost, almost struggle to take him in all the way.

Heeseung’s hands immediately search for your thighs, pawing at the flesh as he looks up at you. you drink in his expression, the way he's looking at you through his heavy eyelids, his bare chest rising and falling.

“Fuck,” He muttered under his breath, his hands were really digging into your naked flesh “Such a fucking slut—treatin’ me so gooodd…..” Heeseung slurred his words as if he was heavy under the influence—of your scent, your pretty pussy wrapped ‘round him, and just the sight of you.

Heeseung was stretching you really hard, but you were still full of his dick inside you. From time to time, his base was touching your sensitive clit, making it even harder to keep you quiet. He easily found your g-spot; it wasn't a surprise considering how he knew each corner of your body like the back of his hand. “Fuck—oh fucking hell—oh daddy!” your eyes rolled back and at the same time you whined, “F-feel so good—ahh goddd”

Your walls stretched deliciously around the welcomed intrusion that was his length, your pussy clenching around him for all that he had. The sounds falling from your lips were nothing short of pornographic, the moans and choked sobs only pushing Heeseung closer to the edge.

"fuck. . ." He huffs, his eyes fluttering shut as he grasps your thighs, sinking into the bed. He hates how tired he was already getting but damn if you don't look like the prettiest little thing bouncing on his cock like that.

You whine and try to take more. Another inch disappears inside you and your thighs tremble as you focus on breathing.

"You're so big," you whine when you take another inch. A shaky breath slips past his lips and his hand tightens on your skin.

“Been thinking about you all day,” he mutters, voice thick and dark, “Looked so damn good in that tiny little dress.” His knuckles brush against your thigh, then tighten, holding you in place.

The rough hands on your hips drifted upwards, finding their home around your neck, gently still. But even the soft grip had you reeling, gripping his wrists. The room was heated, and you felt as if you were going to explode. This would definitely leave a few marks on your neck—nothing some makeup couldn't fix.

Every clench of your walls around his length shoots a thrill straight to his stomach, making him ache with the urge to crawl into your skin.The overwhelming need to take you completely, to mark you and fill you, pulses through his veins until he feels like he might explode.

You indulge him, working down over his cock with your tight hole, clamping around him as your hips meet his over and over. He's groaning, grumbling, eyes fluttering shut as he's lost in the way you take him.

Soon you started to feel that strange feeling in your lower abdomen, that you need to go to the bathroom, that burning flame, that twirling writhing feeling, all together clearly proved that you were on the edge and you won't hold it in for long.

Heeseung wasn't much better off. You were so incredibly tight around him, your pussy was literally just perfect. His veins were pulsating and his dick was twitching inside you, his heartbeat accelerated and he already lost control over his movements. He was so consumed by his climax that he had no idea what his hips were doing and how hard or fast he was thrusting into you.

“Fuck. Me.” he groans under his breath, hissing and bucking his hips when you tighten around him and cry out.

“Shit—cumming!” You all but scream. Your eyes roll back and your toes dig into his leg, bruising his calf. His tip hits your cervix hard, hot cum pooling deep in your core, spilling out of him for longer than you thought possible. His breath is ragged and his chest heaving as his body jerks around you.

Exhausted, you lean forward, such that your face is close to his. His cock still rested inside of you, and he brought a hand up to caress your cheek.Your skin blooms with warmth beneath his touch, and he grins against your neck, the edge of his teeth grazing you just enough to make you squirm.

“We should let Jay have a turn too, shouldn't we baby?” He asked through ragged breaths, “Or you’re too tired?”

“Fuck no.” You huffed, looking at him with widened eyes. Lifting your hips up gently, you whined as you felt his length leave the warmth of your pussy.

You landed on your stomach as you rolled over to the edge of the bed. Curling your back, you sat up on your arms, and looked at Jay, who was sitting calmly on an armchair. Or so you thought, until you noticed—through your euphoria-filled eyes—that his chest was rising and falling rapidly. The place where he sat looked wet to you—and truth be told—so did his dick. You smirked and tilted your head at him.

“You could have at least told me you were touching yourself..” You said, in a sultry tone, “You know I would have loved to watch.” You dramatically sighed and looked at him with the best sparkling doe eyes you could muster, “But you don't love me enough to tell me, do you daddy?”

If there was one word to describe what Jay was experiencing at the moment on seeing your plump lips shaped in a pout, it would be the word ‘melting’. Your body looked stunning, draped in the covers of the night like some sort of expensive silk. Jay’s heart beat fast, though he didn't show it on his face. He only cocked his head to the side and smiled.

“Maybe next time, princess.” He said coolly as if his dick was rock hard by this point at the sight of your tits. You heard Heeseung mutter ‘if there is a next time’ and you rolled your eyes; he never really liked sharing you. You smiled at Jay and extended your hand forward, “Join us?”

The pure need lacing your words, your scent calling out to him, the way he felt his cock getting soaked with precum all pulled him deeper into the recesses of his brain. The mounting desperation to stuff you full of his cock finally reached a fever pitch.

And before he knew it, Jay was lying next to you. He could see Heeseung over on your other side; he looked as if he had died from the mind-blowing orgasm you had given him.

Your arms circled his shoulders, clawing at the smooth skin. “Need your cock so bad, Jay.” Jay was about to implode from the inside at your sparkling doe-eyes. Who was he to refuse such a pretty girl like you?

The head of his cock pushes between your folds momentarily before he's teasing your labia, slipping the underside of his tip over it in lazy, noisy circles until you whine.

“J-Jay..” You whimpered, feeling his hard tip nudge your aching cunt, “daddy, don't tease”

“You’re right, baby, I’m sorry,” he croons, pressing his lips to your hair as he notches his cock at your dripping entrance and slowly begins to push in. “You’re being so good for daddy aren't you?”

"Fuck...oh God.." you cry out slightly as he pressed your chest to his, his hand wrapped snug around your body. "Damn it.." he huffed slightly when you squeezed around him, his eyebrows knitting down.

He groaned deeply, gritting his teeth as he pressed in further, each inch a battle against the tight, molten heat that grips him like a vice. Your body shuddered as he filled you, your slick warmth pulling him deeper and deeper, and he sank further in until he’s fully seated, his hips flush with yours.

“pussy’s so fucking tight,” he grates, his hand cupping the back of your neck, coaxing you to look at him, lips close enough to taste the heat radiating from his skin, “squeezing me so good, baby.”

"Ah—ah!" you gasp, your voice breathy, edged with desperation as he pushes you to the brink of insanity "Harder—daddy, want it harder…."

"Look at you," he breathed, "takin' me so well. Perfect little cunt, fuck-"

Your eyelids fluttered and your mouth dropped open, his filthy words pushing you closer and closer to your peak. You felt the heat pooling low at the base of your spine and your breathing was reduced to sharp gasps.

His hands pushed and pulled your body up and down—fast—and it had your fingers digging into his chest for balance.

"Shit...feels so good," he moaned, jaw slack and eyes glassy as he watched you whine and writhe. Sweat dotted your forehead and you felt that familiar crest swelling deep inside.

"Jay—" you pant, voice cracked and hoarse.

"I got you, sweetheart," he murmured before harshly snapping his hips. You moaned his name and squeezed your eyes shut, the angle stealing your breath and making your thighs shake. A hand pressed on the base of your spine, pushing you down and holding you still while he fucked up into you. Each bruising thrust had you whimpering into his neck but you're so fucking close, you just sit there and take it until the dam breaks and you practically screamed out his name, your voice echoing off the walls in the dark.

“You’re really enjoying yourselves without me aren’t you?” Heeseung’s voice cut through the air like a hot knife through butter, “What amazing friends I have.” Though your ears were ringing too loudly and your blood was pumping too fast, you still felt his hot breath waver down your neck and back.

“We are.” Jay roughly responded; his thrusts had slowed down considerably and he was now looking at Heeseung, “And if you wanna join us hyung, quit whining already.”

“That impatient for some pussy huh?” Heeseung smirks and presses the head of his cock agasint your ass You savor the delicious stretch of him as he pushes his hips forward, nails scratching the skin of Jay’s back with the motion, your walls squeezing around Jay’s shaft, “Fuck—pretty ass always remembers me doesnt she?”

You gasp with a nod, arching your back as Heeseung suddenly fills you completely. Your nails dig even deeper, maybe even drawing blood on Jay’s back. You turn to look at Heeseung and instantly see the hunger in his eyes. Jay’s hands grip your hips and he starts to move, slow and deliberate at first. Each thrust sends finite sparks of pleasure through your body, helpless to the small moans that escape your lips.

“Heeseung!” You’d squeal. “Fucking hell….”

“Using your big girl words, baby?” Heeseung chuckles breathily as he eases inside of you, but his length is astounding, nudging deep against your back before he’s even fully sheathed. His thrusts are fumbling at first, hearing the deep breaths he takes as he adjusts to the intense feeling around his cock.

Jay leans in slightly, mesmerized by your twisted expression of obvious pleasure but also at how fucking amazing your pussy felt as it hugged his hug so warmly.He felt a jolt of electricity through him with each kiss of his cock against your cervix, in the way your lips fit in the junction of his neck, in the red welts your nails left on the skin of his back.

Eventually the two men find a steady rhythm that had you gasping with every thrust, fingers crawling up Jay’s bare back until you reach his face, fingers curling around the back of his neck as you moan like a girl in a porno drooling over the sheets.

A broken, shaky noise falls from Heeseung’s lips as he buries his face in your neck. He mouths at your skin desperately, presses his nose to where your scent is the strongest.

You whine, Jay’s back was probably all scarred by now, as the room fills with the lewd sound of skin on skin. Heeseung always liked it rough, plus—you'd known him long enough to know how he liked to channel his anger into sex. And he was fucking good at it. You'd take it, again and again, as harsh as he wanted to give. Because you knew that as soon as you were done, he'd be scrambling to pepper soft kisses along your neck, praising you for how good you'd been for him.

The ache between your legs forms into a burn from how hard they fuck you, chasing their own high now. Your lips press weak kisses against Jay's throat. You feel the vibrations from his grunts and the salty taste of his skin.

“You like that baby?” Heeseung chuckles, “You like the way our cocks fill you up?” Jay chuckles as well.

“Yeah she does.” He accentuates every word with a harsh, toe curling thrust, “Our pretty little slut.”

The pressure is mind-numbing, your walls clenching around them in rhythmic pulses that make your vision blur. Jay stills for just a second, savoring the way your body stretches around him, hugging him in a way that feels like it was made for him alone.

You feel yourself on the brink of coming undone, every stroke of Jay’s cock pushing you closer to tumbling over the edge. The fluttering tell of your cunt steals a moan deep from Jay’s chest. He picks up the pace of his thrusts with a steeled jaw, the bed frame squeaking noisily against the tiled floor as he rocks you back and forth unrelentingly.

Heeseung clenched his teeth as his balls slapped against your ass. He kept muttering something under his breath as he aggressively rammed his cock headlong into you. You just let yourself be led, he had full control over you and you fucking loved it.

He bottomed out and went all the way to the hilt, his tip kissing your cervix. You cry out as his balls slapped against your ass with each thrust, the sound mixed in with the already lewd noises of your moans and wet slapping.

“Dirty fucking baby.” he panted, his hot breath sending additional shivers down your spine, “Getting what you wanted, sweetheart?” His words rasped between short breaths.

You merely whimper to his question, too fucked out to say anything at all. Soon, however, the conflicted mewls melt into a rhythmic string of delicate, short moans, so pretty it’s like a practiced song.

“Need to cum—ahh ah!” you beg breathlessly, and you can feel the movement of their cocks speeding up as they get desperate. Jay sucks in a breath through his teeth at your plaintive request—the words bring him that much closer to finishing.

“Please,” you whispered, and it’s the first word that you’ve been able to make out in the last several moments, “Please, please, please—” You’re so desperate that it borders on pathetic, you’re practically whining with need, “Fuck, I need—I need-”

It was so cliche. The need to finish that sentence was gone as you couldn’t control it, feeling the knot tied so uncomfortably tightly in your pelvis untie. You tried to keep it back, hold it in but it refused; your hips wriggled uncontrollably as your orgasm came ripping through your body.

You cum with a broken sob, an intense wave of ecstasy washing over as Jay works you masterfully through your orgasm. Heeseung’s approving moan mingles with your cries of pleasure, working silently at your ass as you work through your frantic breathing, palming Jay’s back gently at his squeezes comfortingly at your thighs.

The ache in your cunt is devastating but both of them watch with admiration as the opaque liquid pushes out of your hole as your cunt spasms. Flashes of release spraying your insides play behind Heeseung’s closed eyes, thoughts of drenching you so thoroughly that it has to take only forcing his hips to slam against the rippling muscle of your ass like you have your own magnetic pull.

Jay’s cock curved inside of you, kissing a soft spot that you weren’t even aware you had. His pace slowed, becoming sloppier, rushed, his hips snappy. The way your walls squeezed around him, trying to milk him till he was dry, it made him let out a deep sigh.

You slumped back in Heeseung’s arms just as both of them slowly pulled out, making you whimper. Your pussy was probably dead by now and a wave of relief passed through you as you realised you had a rest day tomorrow. There was no way in hell your legs could function properly for another three weeks.

"You alright, baby?" Heeseung pressed a soft kiss to your temple. You chuckled.

"I'm at least more alive than he is." You poked at the lifeless, snoring body of Jay, who looked as if he had attained eternal peace.

"Better follow in his footsteps then." Heeseung laughed, and pressed another kiss as you relaxed into his body, "Night, baby."

"Goodnight, Heeseung." You yawned and let him hold you close to his body, providing you with intimate comfort. You smiled to yourself before you drifted off to sleep.

What a productive day it had been.

[l-starsz]

billie surprises reader with toys that she wants to try out

a/n: this took me three days to write and is a little over 2000 words.. i am so sorry it’s taken me long to get around to this but i hope that the amount i’ve written makes up for it🥲 i’ve also not proof read this because i am falling asleep so if there’s mistakes please ignore it😞

as the movie ended, i sprawled out further on the sofa, stretching to grab the remote. billie had to go to a meeting, so i was keeping myself busy to pass the time while she was out. i'd started by cleaning our room, and the living room, before flopping on the sofa with shark. i'd turned my favourite movie on, but as it ended i was questioning what to watch next. i'd scrolled through tons of movies, but none sounded interesting, so i ended up watching my favourite series instead (which i'd watched thousands of times).

i was halfway through an episode, it had just got really good, when i heard a knock at the front door. i was obviously confused, i hadn't ordered anything lately, and billie wasn't supposed to be back for another hour. when i opened the door, the delivery guy handed me a parcel, i was puzzled, but thanked him anyway.

when i sat back on the sofa, i looked at the front of it and noticed that it had billies name on it. she'd usually tell me if she ordered something, but i brushed it off, assuming it was something for work. i placed it aside so that i'd remember to tell her that she had a package, then watched tv for another hour.

when i finally heard her walk in the house, i was practically asleep, but jumped up off the sofa to greet her. i saw her standing with her arms out for me to fall into, and immediately ran over.

"i missed you bil!" i giggled.

"i missed you more angel!! what did you get up to while i was gone, huh?" she ran her hands up and down my back before we pulled away from the hug.

"i cleaneddd, then i watched tv and shark was laying on the sofa with me to keep me company." i smiled as we wandered towards the living room, "oh! and a parcel came for you?" i gave her a questioning look.

when those words left my mouth, i noticed a small smirk appear on her face, which just made me so much more confused. we sat down facing eachother as she picked up the small box, then handed it over to me. i furrowed my eyebrows as she encouraged me to open it. i slowly and cautiously opened it, not knowing what i should expect inside. as i opened it up, i realised what she had ordered. my eyes widened as i glanced over to her, seeing her slightly laughing at the look on my face.

"do you like them?" she laughed. my jaw was practially on the floor as i just nodded.

there was a new strap, and vibrator in the box. the strap was bigger than anything we'd tried before. i didn't even know if i'd be able to take it. my mind was flooded with different thoughts as she gently took the box from me.

"wanna try them now, love?" she whispered, placing her hands on my upper thighs.

all i could do was nod, but she wanted a proper answer from me.

"words." she leaned closer as her lips ghosted over mine.

"yes. please, baby."

"good girl." she answered, hungrily pressing her lips against mine.

i moaned into the kiss as her hands explored my body the best they could over my clothes. soon enough, though, we pulled away from eachother and rushed upstairs.

it wasn't long before i was completely naked, pushed against the bed. my back was against the cool sheets and billies hands were placed on my hips. she was biting and sucking my neck and chest while my hands reached out for her clothes. i tugged at her shirt, trying to signal to her that i wanted it off. she took the hint and pulled it off, along with her jeans. she was left in her bra and underwear, her tits were threatening to spill over the edge of her lacy black bra, and she just looked so perfect sitting in front of me.

we were soon both completely naked, my hips were grinding up against her as she continued marking me. i knew she was trying to get me worked up, but i was just getting impatient at that point.i groaned and whined in an attempt to get her to touch me, but she didn't listen. she didn't listen until i begged her.

"you really need this, don't you angel?" she smirked.

i nodded desperately, bucking my hips up once again before she moved to grab the box. she first pulled the vibrator out, almost immediately turning it on. she started on the lowest setting, pressing it against my clit lightly, but soon pressing down harder. i didn't hesitate to moan loud as she gradually turned it up to the highest setting. she was moving it around against my clit, adding to my pleasure and making me squirm around. i was getting closer already. it never took her long to make me cum, but i was lasting even less time, given the fact that the toys were brand new.

my stomach tightened, and i was clenching around nothing. my wetness was flowing onto my thighs. my moans were high pitched, and frequent. i was ready to cum, but she pulled the vibrator away and turned it off. my moans turned to desperate whines and whimpers. i'd been so close to finishing, just for her to take that away from me. i saw a smirk playing on her lips, and it clicked in my head what she was doing.

billie pulled the strap from the box, carefully lifting it before adjusting the harness so that she could tighten it around herself. once she'd got it on, she noticed i'd been watching with wide eyes, and gently pushed me back against the bed again. her fingers first made their way to my folds, carefully moving my wetness before pushing one of her fingers inside me. i was tight around her, soaked. she teased me slightly with one finger for a bit, and then proceeded to push a second finger inside me.

she was gently stretching me out, preparing me for what was next. obviously, i was still moaning from the feeling, but i knew i wasn't finishing until she'd used the strap on me. breathy moans were leaving my mouth, whilst billie was admiring me and working on getting me ready.

my eyes were closed, and my head was resting on the pillows when i felt her pull her fingers from my entrance. it was only a matter of seconds before the strap was pressing against my hole, and the tip of it was inside me. i shifted around and felt billies hands land on my waist, running up and down to make sure i didn't get too overwhelmed.

"is this okay? can i push in a bit further angel?" her voice was soft, and caring.

"please." i whined and nodded.

she soon enough bottomed out, and kept still, careful not to hurt me. i moaned way too loud as the strap was completely inside me. as she was staying still and waiting for me to tell her to move, her hands were holding onto mine, running her thumbs across the back of them. once i was used to how much bigger this strap was compared to our other ones, i whined and nodded, looking into her eyes.

"are you sure? i don't want to push you too far. you're doing really well for me so far."

"i'm sure." i whispered, gently squeezing her hands to reassure her that i was okay, "i promise."

she started slow at first, pulling herself almost all the way out, then carefully pushing back in once again. she kept this up for a bit, but as i started getting wetter, her thrusts sped up. i was fisting the sheets, my eyes were shut tight and my hair was starting to get knotty from moving around so much.

i was tight around her, making it slightly difficult for her to move, but she didn't let that stop her. she just continued to speed up, determined to make me feel as good as possible. when i was starting to get close, she paused for a minute or so. i was too blissed out to look at what she was doing, letting out whines of protest instead.

"shh, angel. being so good for me. my good girl."

i took deep breaths, trying not to make noises at her. it wasn't long at all before i felt the vibrator on my clit once again, and that's when she started pushing the strap in and out of me again. i couldn't control my moans, and it felt like i couldn't control how my body was reacting as my high approached. my stomach felt tight. everything felt tight. i reached out to try to grab her free hand, brushing my fingers over hers until she took my hand in hers.

"pl- please! please baby! so close! i need to cum pleaseee!!" my moans were broked, along with my sentences.

"my pretty girl. can you hear how wet your pussy is for me?"

i nodded desperately, my eyes screwed shut as breathy moans echoed around the room.

"yeah, baby? oh love, you look so needy and perfect for me. you really need to cum for me, hm?" she spoke, lightly squeezing my hand.

"yes!! want to cum for you right nowww." i whined and squeezed her hand tighter.

"oh baby," she pouted and moved her hand to brush the baby hairs from my face, "cum for me then."

i was practically sobbing as i finished, my hands were covering my face, and i squirmed around in my spot. my moans and whines filled the entire room, and i was barely able to hear billie speak as i started to come down from my high.

"that's it my love. you've been such a good girl, i'm here. just relax for me. i've got you." she whispered as her movements came to a stop, and she took the vibrator off my clit.

once she'd turned it off and thrown it on the bed, she slowly maneuvered up my body, careful not to move the strap too much inside me. her soft lips peppered gentle kisses all over my face, before finally landing on my lips.

"can i pull out?" she whispered between kisses.

"mhm. cuddles. please hold me." i mumbled, absolutely worn out.

i heard her giggle at my words, and my drowsy state before slowly pulling out as carefully as she could. i winced when it was completely out, all of a sudden feeling too empty.

"my pretty angel. so fucked out, huh?"

i nodded and tried to pull her on top of me, but she didn't let me.

"can you go once more for me, baby? i just wanna taste you." she whispered, being so gentle with me.

i nodded tiredly. i was so exhausted, but i wanted her touch so bad.

"you're sure? we don't have to if you don't want to. use your words for me."

"one more, bil. still need you. one more quickly." i mumbled out.

i saw her smile sympathetically at my tiredness, before she worked her way down my body again. her tongue was careful between my folds. she'd soon enough reacted my clit, but she made sure not to overstimulate me. she made sure that she was gentle, but also just enough to make me cum again.

it wasn't long at all before i was moving in my spot, and letting out broken whines and moans. my back arched up, grinding against her mouth as i came again. my wetness soaked her chin, and the sheets under me. billies hands were holding my thighs, helping me calm down and relax as she moved away from my core. i could see my juices over her chin, and my heart raced at how beautiful she looked even after everything that had just happened.

my hands reached out for her, finally pulling her on top of me and getting the cuddles i'd so desperately wanted.

"you've done so good for me today, love. i know you're sooo tired, but i need to get you cleaned up, okay? i'll run you a bath and we can be really quick, then i'm going to get you a snack and drink, then we can sleep. i know it sounds like a lot, but i just want to take care of you properly. is that okay?" she whispered against my lips, placing a gentle kiss on them once she was done speaking.

"can we be quick bil?"

i was way too exhausted, but i knew she just wanted to make sure i was clean and looked after. she had the kindest heart. i felt so grateful for her.

"of course we can, my love. we'll be super quick."

i nodded and allowed her to get off me, then let her help me sit up. it wasn't long before we were in the bath, and billie was helping me wash my hair and body. we spent about 20 minutes in the bath, helping eachother out and just laying in eachothers arms. after what felt like hours, we got out, both wrapped in towels and heading back to our room to change. once we were in pyjamas (which for me, consisted of some shorts, and one of billies shirts), she helped me to sit on the chair at the vanity whilst she changed the sheets.

i felt so bad for sitting there letting her do almost everything, but i wasn't in the right headspace to do anything but sleep. if i stepped foot anywhere near the bed, i would've flopped onto it and been asleep straight away. we both knew this, so it was a better idea for me to sit and wait. obviously, she was constantly checking on me, making sure i felt okay and that i wasn't too sore.

the bed was soon made, and i immediately hopped into it, trying to convince bil to join me.

"ah ah. need to get you a snack. not long until you can sleep." she smiled, stroking my hair and kissing my cheek before she rushed downstairs.

i almost fell asleep when i was waiting for her, but she was soon back with something to eat, and a glass of water. however, when she got into bed next to me and wrapped an arm around my waist, i didn't want my food, or my water.i only wanted billie. i wanted her touch, her kisses, her love, everything. obviously i had that, but i had to wait until i'd eaten.

i tried shaking my head and resting it on her shoulder, shuffling further into her when i heard her let out a small sigh.

"i know you're tired, baby, but please just try to have something for me. the sooner you eat, the sooner you can sleep. i'll eat with you, then i'll hold you the whole time you nap. how does that sound?"

"okayyy." i whispered, practically asleep.

even though i'd agreed to eat, i was so exhausted that billie had to feed me. she knew that i would've gone to sleep if she didn't. i felt so lucky. when we'd finally finished, we both settled down in eachothers arms. before i fell asleep, i leaned over and peppered her face with light kisses, making her giggle.

"thank you, baby. you made me feel so good, and i feel so loved. thank you for taking care of me and loving me. i'm really grateful for you my pretty girl." i whispered, before falling asleep immediately with my head on her chest.

"i love you so much, my angel. i'm so proud of you." was the last thing i heard from billie before i was flat out.

[moody-alcoholic]

Ex-boyfriend

The block is back with a vengeance, writing a little bit of angst to try and break it. It kind ends weird, I think I'll make a smut follow up for this something along the lines of; 'let us fuck away the thought of your ex.'

Summary: Ghoap x reader. Neighbors to lovers??

CW: domestic abuse, violence, alcohol, description of injuries, angst, little hurt/comfort.

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Another shouting match, another night listening to him plead through your front door. This time it’s different though. He hit you, it still doesn’t feel real, you can’t even remember what you were fighting about. 

Your face throbs though, a sick reminder that in fact it did happen. You didn’t even flinch, when his fist crashed square into the side of your face. 

“Please babe, it won’t happen again.” He calls. He’s right, it won’t happen again because you’re never going to see him again. 

“Go away!” You shout through your sniffles. You didn’t want to cry, you didn’t want to look weak but you couldn’t help yourself. As soon as you saw him with his fist raised, the person you thought you loved, there was no stopping the tears. 

You hear a door open in the hall. “Alright mate, maybe you should go. She clearly doesn’t want you bothering her.” You hear Johnny’s familiar Scottish accent fill the halls. Great now you’ve bothered your neighbours.

“Not really any of your business is it.” Your boyfriend snaps back. You put your head in your hands. This is all your fault, you don’t want to cause a scene, you just want him to leave. 

“It is when you’re shouting in the hall while I'm tryin’ to relax.” Johnny replies. You need to stop this, this is your fault. You pull yourself up to your feet. 

“Wouldn’t be in the hall if she would just let me in so we could talk.” Your boyfriend says banging on the door again. You look through the peephole, you see Johnny leaning in his doorway, your boyfriend is almost squaring up to him. 

You let out a breath to compose yourself, quickly wipe your tears away and open the door. They both turn to look at you. Johnny straightens up and your boyfriend comes towards you but you step back. 

“Go home. I’ll call you.” You say, your voice cracks. You feel the confidence you had slip away. You can’t tell if he’s angry or sad, you don’t care, you just want him gone. 

“I’ll call you.” You repeat, anything to get him gone. He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t try to come in. He just lets out a sigh and turns to leave, shooting once last glare at Johnny on the way out. You let out a shaky breath looking over at Johnny. 

“I’m sorry about the noise.” You say, you’re barely holding it together, you need to get back inside so you can throw yourself in bed and just cry. Johnny steps up to you with a concerned look on his face. 

“Screw the noise, did he do that to ya lass?” He asks. You don’t know what to say, you open your mouth but words don’t come out, instead you just sob throwing your head in your hands again.  

Arms wrap around you and he squeezes you against him. Johnny’s hugged you before, he’s a very friendly person. He would throw his arm around your shoulders and walk you back to your flat when you would both run into each other. 

This hug is different though, maybe it’s the embarrassment making you over think things but this feels like a proper hug. 

“Si!” He calls as he starts to rub your back with his hand, the sobbing is relentless now, it feels like you can’t get a breath of air.

“What?” You hear Simon say. Johnny breaks from the hug moving to the side and you look up at him standing in the doorway. You don’t see Simon as much but he’s always there. You remember when you moved in they helped carry boxes for you. Then they both bought you a homemade shepherd's pie and bottle of wine to welcome you to the building.

You watch as Simon’s jaw clenches he lets out a sigh then crosses his arms. You feel sick, embarrassed. You just want this night to be over. You hang your head sniffling and wiping the tears. 

“How about a cup of tea?” Johnny asks his hand comes to your waist and you look up at him. You nod and he smiles guiding you back into your flat. You expect Johnny to go into the kitchen but he doesn’t he takes you over the sofa and Simon goes into the kitchen.

“What happened?” Johnny asks as you sit down, he sits next to you with his hand your back. 

“We were fighting.” You sniffle feeling more tears come. You don’t try to stop them. Johnny pulls the box of tissues over and you take one. 

“I can’t even remember what it was about. Something stupid.” You say blowing your nose.

“Has this ever happened before?” You look up at him and shake your head. 

“I think maybe we had too much to drink.” You say trying to find some kind of reason. You look over at the dining room table, the half drunk bottle of wine and the half eaten food. You hear the kettle click and you look over at Simon in the kitchen. 

“I’m sorry to have bothered you. I know it’s not the first time he’s been shouting in the hall.” You say, Johnny squeezes you tighter. 

“Not a problem.” He says smiling. Simon comes over and places a mug down in front of you. 

“Thank you. He’s not always like this.” You say looking up at Simon. He hums looking round the flat then comes to sit next to you. You keep your eyes on him as he looks round your face, his hand brushes your cheek. Even his soft touch has you gritting your teeth, it’s going to leave a nasty bruise. 

“Johnny, go see if there’s any ice in the freezer. Or a bag of peas.” Simon says, dropping his hand. Johnny moves instantly, bouncing into the kitchen, you don’t have time to tell him you have no ice. 

“Will mixed veg do?” He asks, sticking his head round through the door holding up the bag. It makes you smile, he smiles too when he sees you then goes back into the kitchen. 

“Do you want to call the police?” Simon asks. You swallow, dread rises in you. You hadn’t even thought about that, you feel more tears come and you look over at your mug of tea. 

“You don’t have to press charges, just get it on the record.” Johnny says as he comes back with the bag of veg wrapped in a tea towel. You look up at him, the last thing you want to do right now is talk to the police. You don’t get time to answer them though, the lock turning on the door makes your breath catch in your throat. 

Shit, you forgot he has a key. 

Simon stands up as the door opens and your boyfriend walks in. He freezes looking over at you for a second before scoffing and shaking his head. 

“I fucking knew it.” He says. You can’t breathe, your whole body tenses. “Couldn’t even wait five fucking minutes.” 

You stand up. “It’s not what you think.” You plead, the sob coming back. You feel Johnny’s hands on your shoulders. 

“I always knew you were a fucking whore.” He snaps, there’s a slur in his voice.

“Hey!” Johnny calls, squeezing your shoulders. Simon tuts, turning to look at you both quickly then walks round the sofa. You can see a bottle of something in his hands. Where did he even get that from? He was always a mean drunk.

You always told yourself it was the alcohol though, it wasn’t really him. He would never be like that with you when he was sober. Until now. 

“What do you want then?” Your boyfriend asks, throwing his arms out as Simon walks over to him. He looks tiny compared to Simon, his hulking figure almost blocks out your boyfriend. 

Ex, ex-boyfriend. 

“Let's have a chat, outside.” Simon says with a low tone, nodding at the door. 

“Na mate.” Your ex says, moving to look around Simon and points at you. “How long huh? How long have you been fucking them?” 

“I’m not.” You say, fresh tears blur your vision. 

“I won’t ask again.” Simon says, moving back in front of your ex. 

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” He snaps. You almost miss your ex swinging at Simon. A gasp leaves your throat as you watch him dodge it. A split second later Simon drives his fist into your ex’s stomach. He drops the bottle of liquor and you swear you can hear the air leaving his lungs as he grunts doubling over. 

Simon grips his shoulders, almost carrying him out the flat and into the hall. “We’re going to have a quick chat.” It sounds like Simon’s growling. A second later the door slams closed. You turn to look at Johnny. 

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t think..” You slump back down on the sofa. Johnny reaches over, picking up the bag of veg wrapped in the tea towel. He presses it on your head and you wince, you takeover for him, replacing his hand with yours. 

“He’s a mean drunk.” You say. 

“He’s an arsehole.” Johnny says his hand lands on your thigh. You look over at him and smile. The door opens and you both look over to see Simon coming in. He walks over to the coffee table and puts down a set of keys. You stand up dropping the bag on the sofa and walk round the table over to him. 

You wrap your arms around him, for a second it's like he’s not quite sure what to do. When his arms wrap around your back you let out a sigh of relief. 

“Thank you.” You say into his chest. 

“It’s okay.” He says. You feel Johnny behind you, his hand landing on the small of your back. You break from the hug looking up at Simon. 

“I’m sorry he tried to hit you.” You say. He smiles, you haven’t seen him smile much, he has a nice smile. 

“Don’t worry, I've dealt with worse.” Simon says, his hand comes up to your cheek he brushes the tears away. 

“Sit down, drink your tea.” He says, you nod sitting down on the sofa next to Johnny. His hand lands on your thigh, you reach over for the mug. It’s lukewarm at this point but you don’t care, you drink it down while your head throbs. 

“Do you want one of us to stay the night?” Simon asks going over to the front door picking up the bottle of vodka.

“No, it’s okay.” You say, you don’t really want to be alone but you don’t want to come between them.

“I’ll stay.” Johnny says, Simon nods going into the kitchen. 

“I don’t want to take you from Simon. I’ll be fine, honestly.” You say turning to look at him. 

“Is that his only key?” Johnny asks, gesturing at the one on the table. You could so easily lie, you don’t want to be a bother. You shake your head. 

“Then I'm staying.” He says pulling your chin up to look at him. Christ, he has nice eyes too, deep and blue, they make you think of the ocean. 

“Thank you.” You say, you’re going to have to make it up to them at some point. Simon comes out into the living room and Johnny lets your chin go. 

“You know where I’ll be if you need me.” He says heading for the door. 

“What no kiss?” Johnny calls after him. He stops and walks back over Johnny who’s sat with a cheeky grin on his face. You evert your eyes when they kiss, it feels like you’re invading their privacy. Why are the hot ones always gay? 

“You alright?” Simon asks you, you look up at him feeling the heat rushing to your cheeks. 

“Yeah. Thank you again, for everything.” You say smiling at him. He nods and heads to the door. You watch him leave, listening as you hear their door open and close. You turn to Johnny who's now laid back on the sofa with his arm over the back.

"C'mon lass, I'm nice and warm," he says gesturing for you to lean up against him. You hesitate for a second then lay against him. He wraps his other arm round you and you let out a sigh.

"He's never gonna hurt you again." He says, you smile. No he won't, you never want to see him again.

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[scholar-for-christ]

Good news fans!

The answer is Nnnobody! Judas appears to have not been invited to this meeting (Bartholomew has been cut due to frame size and Matthew and Thaddeus are also out because they were arguing too much.)

Also, blasphemy is something that takes a religious symbol, person, item, etc… and mocks it with the deliberate intent to MOCK it, not imitate it. Remember, Jesus had a sense of humor too. I would say please do not play around with or joke about the Eucharist because that actually IS God/Jesus and translates more to either making fun of someone or mocking God Himself. Playing with Da Vinci’s art is less serious an action but we should be careful that we are “playing” not “mocking”. and I just woke up so my ability to express the difference between the two is not functioning at this time… apologies for the half-lesson in theology. I must turn it over to other TumblrCatholics and go eat befast

Legends and gods.

[thanosscross]

Doodles - Hwang HyunJin X Reader - Soulmate AU

Summary: After you turn 17, you can see whatever your soulmate writes on their body. whatever they write appearing in the same place on your body, so what happens after your 21st birthday whenever you start getting suspicious if your soulmate is an idol or not?

Warnings: SMUT! Smut smut smut at the end! <3

Word count: 5.7K 👀 longest story yet lovelies!

Nothing was more frustrating and rewarding than having a soulmate, especially whenever whatever was written on your soulmate's body, would also appear on yours in the same spot. It'd all start as soon as somebody turned seventeen-years-old, nobody could explain it, no scientist, conspiracy theorist, religion follower could figure it out. As soon as it would hit the exact time you were born on your seventeenth birthday, it would happen though.

For Hwang HyunJin, it would take a few weeks for anything to appear on his body, but the first time it would, he'd be on the couch with one of his friends, and bandmates, Felix. They'd be hanging out together, going through different funny videos that fans had made, whenever Felix would notice the words starting to form on his friend's wrist, almost like it was a permanent ink pen '2,301,676 + 72,063 + 170,068'. "Hyunjin! Look! I think your soulmate is doing something!" He smiled excitedly, HyunJin glanced down, smiling slightly "They're doing math" He chuckled, picking up a pen as he started to write below the words that sat permanently on his wrist until yours faded, or you washed it off. '2,543,807' he wrote, setting the pen and his phone down with a smile, feeling proud that he could help his soulmate with something.

You wouldn't be able to see anything from HyunJin for another three years, whenever your seventeenth birthday would hit, you'd hide in your room, waiting excitedly for any interaction with your soulmate. You'd wait for about a week before you'd try and reach out first, writing a small 'hi :)' on the top of your hand, but nothing would ever appear for you. You'd start to think maybe you just didn't have a soulmate, never getting any type of response until one night, whenever you were staying over at your friends, waiting for the new StrayKids album to release. Laying on her couch, almost asleep until you spotted the faint markings at the bottom of your arm.

'Boom Vamos, I know that you want it

Boom Lobos, we cannot stop hunting

Boom Ratatata I'mma make it'

You'd stare in confusion, trying desperately to figure out what the phrase meant until you'd hear the newest Stray Kids song 'Chk Chk Boom'. That would cause you to become very, very suspicious over who your soulmate was, and how the hell they got ahold of Straykids lyrics before the official release. You'd spend a few weeks going back and forth with your soulmate, sure you hadn't had an actual conversation, but you'd go back and forth with your writing. If HyunJin wrote down song lyrics, you'd try your best to finish the song, if they were lyrics from a song, you hadn't heard yet, you'd always leave a small note of 'Sounds amazing :)' After those few weeks, you'd be convinced, your soulmate had to be someone in StrayKids, or someone who works with them, how else would they be getting song lyrics before the song's release?

Only a few hours away, in their studio, HyunJin would be lectured by his manager and Bangchan "It's not that we don't want you talking to them, but you're leaking song lyrics when you write them on yourself" Bangchan tried to reason, Hyunjin just raised his eyebrows, not really liking the way he felt like a child in trouble. "How else am I going to remember them?" He protested, their manager just sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose "I don't know, Just- Bangchan, figure it out" He sighed before rushing out of the recording studio, beyond stressed, leaving the boy group to sit alone awkwardly. "How about this, we just write the lyrics on the glass window of the booth, and then just clean it when we're done?" Han asked, causing Bangchan to smile brightly "Yea! Yea, that'd be perfect!" He replied, rushing to the desk to grab a dry-erase marker.

You wouldn't get anymore song lyrics after that, instead HyunJin would draw small little doodles on his arms, blushing brightly whenever he'd notice an addition to his doodle, done by his soulmate. You'd take pictures of each drawing that would be on your arm, not wanting to ever forget how adorable they were. "Y/n! Y/n L/n! Open the door!!" Your best friend shouted pounding harshly on the door, as you opened it, your friend quickly barreled into your apartment, practically exploding with excitement. "Slow down! What's wrong with you?" You giggled loudly, watching as she turned around squealing "How much do you love me!?" She squealed, holding her phone close to her chest "Uhhh, I don't know? More than anything" You smiled playfully, watching as she squealed again "Well! Your best friend in the whole world! Got us pit tickets to StrayKids next month!! With a signing the day before!" She screamed, not being able to hold back her excitement any longer, you stared at her in shock before squealing loudly as you hugged her tightly. Celebrating for the rest of the night with shots and blasting your favorite songs until you both ended up passing out.

One Month Later..~

As you paced the lobby of the signing, you felt your nerves starting to rise, why were you doing this? Why didn't you decide to wear a jacket or a long sleeve shirt? You had woken up that morning with your arm littered with the same signature over and over again, from your hand all the way to your shoulder. If you hadn't been such a fan of the boy group, you'd never have recognized it as quickly, but almost immediately, you and your friend recognized the signature of Hwang HyunJin. After that, you felt sure you knew who your soulmate was, you just needed to see if his arm matched. Now as you stood in the lobby though, you were regretting not bring some type of jacket, what if Hyunjin's arm wasn't the same? What if it was just some coincidence and all you looked like was a weird fan? As your friend rushed you inside, your anxiety began to multiply for a different reason. A few feet ahead of you sat all eight members of Stray Kids, as your eyes landed on HyunJin, your heart started hammering in your chest.

HyunJin had been nervous that day, he wasn't exactly sure why, nor would he show it, but he'd go to extreme lengths to make sure his outfit, hair, and signature was perfect. He wasn't sure why he was going to such lengths; he just had a voice in his head and a feeling telling him to make sure everything was perfect today. Even spending the entire car ride to the venue practicing his signature on his arm, despite his friends teasing. Whenever Jeongin's eyes landed on two girls who walked in, he started nudging one of his best friends excitedly "Look! Look! that one right there, with the h/c hair, she's got Hyunjin's writing all over!" He whispers yelled to Han who was sat between him and HyunJin. The loud whispers caught the young man's attention, HyunJin turning to look towards where his bandmates were motioning and looking, his eyes landing on you. More specifically your arm that had the exact handwriting his did, as you got closer to the front of the line, HyunJin felt himself growing more confident, if you were his soulmate and a fan, surely he wouldn't be rejected..right?

As you nervously stood at the front of the line, you hesitated, keeping your eyes trained on the black table ahead of you. Your friend gave you a gentle push forward towards the table, indicating it was your turn now. As you sat down in front of the first member, BangChan, you could feel your hands shaking violently, knowing you’d have to have a very awkward conversation very soon. “Hi!- are you okay?” His tone quickly changed from upbeat to concerned as he gently grabbed your hands, to try and stop them from shaking as bad. “Y-yea! I-I’m sorry” you stuttered out nervously, squeezing his hands gently in return, as you went to hand him your newest Stray Kids album along with one of his photo-cards to sign, BangChan took notice to your arm.

“Woah, HyunJin did that too ya know?” He asked before realizing what exactly what was going on, he had his best friend’s soulmate sitting in front of him currently. “That’s why you’re so nervous” he smiled nodding a bit as he quickly signed your things, watching as the staff motioned for you to move on to the next member. “Thank you” you smiled bowing slightly, he just gave you a supportive smile as he leaned over to Felix “that’s HyunJin’s soulmate look” he whispered before you sat down. Felix gasped loudly, leaned over the table to get a better look at your arm and you, you were extremely beautiful, maybe not his exact type, but definitely HyunJin’s type, and that’s all that mattered. “Hi! It’s so good to see you!” Felix greeted, almost like you two were old friends catching up rather than an idol and fan. “I-it’s good to see you too! I really love your g-guys music” you replied, smiling a bit as you tried to shove down your anxiety as you made your way to Hyunjin.

Whenever you finally sat down in front of HyunJin, there was a hint of tension, both of you could see clearly that you were soulmates, but neither of you said anything, you weren’t even sure what to say. “What’s all that about?” He asked teasingly, motioning towards your arm as he started to sign your things “Soulmate, decided to give me a tattoo sleeve of his name when I woke up” you explained nervously, giggling whenever you saw the idol smirk slightly as he laughed. Sitting in front of him calmed your nerves slightly, especially seeing that he wasn’t jumping to maybe you were just a crazy fan. “Seems like your soulmate knew you were coming to meet different guys” he teased, not yet noticing that it was actually his own signature, not just some random one. As HyunJin handed you the album case, and photo-card back, he took in the matching signature on your arm. As you were forced to move again, HyunJin felt a pull towards you, like he wanted to just get up and follow you out, but he knew he couldn’t do that, not without getting to know you first.

As the fan sign started wrapping up, the boys rushed to HyunJin “seriously! She was right there! Your soulmate was literally right in front of you! Why didn’t you say anything?!” They all shouted in chorus, not understanding his actions, or the fact that he never said anything to you indicating you were soulmates. “I reached out! I’m playing it cool!” He defended himself, smirking to himself as they all got ready to leave.

Whenever you got back home, you’d start setting up your new signed merch, only to notice the phone number scribbled underneath HyunJin’s name on his photo-card. “Holy shit holy shit…b/f/n!!!” You screamed, waiting until your friend got to your bedroom before starting to freak out. “I think I got HyunJin’s number!! Look!” You screamed, holding out the photo card as you nervously started to pace the floor. “Oh my god!! You have to text it! What if it is him!? What if you two are soulmates and get married and give me little idol niece and nephews!!” She squealed in reply, shoving the photo-card back to you as she started to jump up and down with excitement. “I-I don’t know” you whispered nervously, grabbing your phone, hovering your fingers over the numbers on the keypad, contemplating on if you really wanted to reach out.

HyunJin spent the rest of his night after the Fan sign, eating dinner with his friends and then going back home to wait by the phone. He wasn’t about to make a whole scene in front of over a thousand fans, because he found his soulmate, he'd prefer if that was private, at least for now. Whenever his phone finally would buzz, he'd practically throw himself over the couch to see who the message was from.

Unknown: Hello? I got this number on a photo card 🫣

HyunJin: I noticed we matched today..

HyunJin could feel his leg start to bounce slightly as it took slightly longer for a reply from you, but almost as soon as he added your number as a contact, a new message came through from you.

Beautiful: You just had to cover my entire arm in your name today, didn't you? 😂

HyunJin: Maybe I just had a feeling my soulmate was meeting my flirty bandmates 😉

You immediately felt your cheeks run hot with a blush whenever you read over his message, him basically quoting himself from earlier. He knew it was you the moment he saw you, the words kept running through your head, causing you to become flustered over the entire interaction from before. Taking a moment to recollect yourself before replying back to him.

Beautiful: Was truly rude, I'm not sure if I'll ever forgive you now

HyunJin smirked to himself, already falling in love with you just by the few messages you had sent. As he pressed the small call button by your name, it wasn't long before he heard a soft, shy voice answer. "Yes?.." You whispered, your cockiness quickly fading as you were put on the spot, being on the phone and actually hearing his voice made it all real, which made you extremely shy over the fact you had a famous idol flirting with you. "Where'd all the flirtiness go, Gonjunim?" He asked smirking, moving to go to his bedroom rather than the living room, where the rest of the seven members sat. You blushed brightly as you shoved your face in your pillows for a moment to try and calm your racing heart from being flustered. "I'm just not forgiving you right now" You squeaked out, taking a deep breath as you finally sat up "I'm so sorry, Gonjunim, I'll make sure next time I leave my name on you, it's a little more private" He replied, having to cover his mouth afterwards, not believing he just said that out right. "Hwang HyunJin!" You gasped in shock, staring at the phone before taking a breath, trying to recollect your thoughts as you heard his chuckles through the speaker on your phone. "Yea! It'll sound just like that whenever it happens! and you know, I can't even gasp your name, you haven't told me" He chuckled, leaning back against his pillows that sat on his bed, you blushed brightly, rolling onto your stomach, setting your phone down on your bed as you smiled. "Y/n, Y/n L/n" You replied softly, blushing whenever you heard him whisper it quietly to himself.

You two would both end up falling asleep on the phone with each other a little past midnight, spending that entire night, flirting, joking, and just getting to know each other, you were soulmates after all. The next day would be hectic for the both of you, HyunJin being rushed to rehearsals, makeup and hair, and then dressing rooms to change into his preforming outfit. You and your friend were rushing to make sure you got to the venue in time to get good pit spots, you were determined, wanting to see the boys preform up close, especially the member you were falling in love with. Once you'd get inside, thankfully, you and your friends would both get straight to the barricades. As you stood against the metal fence like structure, you'd pull your phone out to text HyunJin quickly

Beautiful: I'm right at the barricade, I'm excited to see you again 😉

You wouldn't be expecting a reply, instead, you noticed writing starting to appear on your thigh, a little below the ends of your shorts. 'HyunJin's Gonjunim' sat proudly on your skin, causing you to blush brightly and try your best to hide it. The show would start shortly after that, and for almost the entire two and a half hours of it, HyunJin's gaze was always on you, especially during his verses and lines while singing. Whenever the show ended, your phone would buzz with a text message, which you wouldn't see until after you and your friend made it out of the actual arena of the venue.

HyunJin: Stay with me tonight

You'd be slightly confused at first, until you'd spot him peeking out of a door with a giant sign that had 'Employees Only' taped to it, he had been serious. After you convinced your friend to go ahead and go home, you made your way over to him, smiling with a bright blush as he smirked at you. "Absolutely breathtaking" HyunJin whispered, taking your hand in his gently to spin you around, getting a full view of your outfit. Your entire body felt hot as you became flustered under the idol's gaze, as you turned to face him again, you smiled softly "Hmm, looks like that soulmate of yours knew you'd be seeing those guys again" HyunJin teased, motioning towards your thigh before smiling innocently "Oh I saw, I swear to every god there is, I'm gonna get you back" You giggled, clinging to him slightly as he led through the door, through the backstage area until he ended up back at his dressing room. "Woah, this is..insane" You whispered looking around in awe at the incredibly expensive dressing room, HyunJin only smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him. As your back pressed against his chest, you blushed slightly "Excuse me sir, that's not how you greet a lady" You teased, feeling him squeeze his arms around you as he chuckled "Sorry, Gonjunim" He replied in the same teasing tone that you had used, you giggled reply, placing your hands on his arms as you leaned into his touch.

Whenever you'd get back to his shared dorm with ChangBin, HyunJin would give you a quick tour before leading you to his room with a smile "This is my room" He whispered nervously, he wasn't exactly sure why he was suddenly so anxious, but seeing you in his bedroom and not just hearing your voice through the phone, made his heart race. "Aein...Are you okay?" You asked after you turned to face him, noticing his nervous behavior, HyunJin glanced up slightly, raising his eyebrows as you wrapped your arms around him tight in a hug "I-I'm okay" He assured as he wrapped his arms back around you in return, feeling like his eyes were drawn to your eyes and then your lips, back and forth before you eventually spoke. "Kiss me" You demanded, HyunJin wasted no time in pressing his lips against yours, cupping your cheek as you moved your lips together. You rested your hands on his sides gently, blushing whenever you felt one of his hands move to your lower back, pulling you closer to his body as he nipped at your bottom lip.

HyunJin could feel himself growing confident as you gasped and whimpered under his touch, as you both moved over to the bed, HyunJin let you fall onto the mattress, giving you that damn smirk that made you flustered every time. "Is this okay, Jagiya?" HyunJin asked, his tone growing serious for a moment as he ghosted his hands over the waistband of your shorts. You took a deep breath as you nodded, placing your hands on the back of his neck, pulling him closer to press your lips against his jaw. As he let out a quiet grunt, you whimpered, feeling his hands working at undoing your shorts and shoving them down your legs. As HyunJin finally managed to get your jean shorts off he felt his jeans getting tighter, the dark black underwear hugging your body almost like they were made for you specifically. As he helped pull off your shirt, he was left speechless, taking in every bit of beauty that laid in front of him, you started to grow nervous under his gaze now. What if he was staring over something that was gross or ugly to him? "What did I do to deserve you?" HyunJin whispered to nobody as he leaned forward pressing his lips against your skin, moving from your neck, collarbone, then the top of your breasts. Reaching behind you, you quickly undid the clasp of your bra, letting it slide off of you before moving your hands to his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin as he moved his lips to your nipples.

"You're okay, Gonjunim, Changbin isn't here, let me hear you" He whispered against your skin, moving his lips from your nipple down your stomach until he got to the hemline of your underwear. "Uhm Excuse me" You huffed dramatically, motioning towards him and the fact he was still fully clothed compared to you being practically naked on his bed, he gave you a knee-weakening smile before rolling his eyes playfully. As he pulled off his shirt and shrugged his jeans off, you noticed how big he actually was inside of his boxers. "Gonjunim, you're staring" He smirked, pushing your underwear to the side, causing you to bite your lip quickly, keeping eye contact with him as he slowly pushed your legs further apart, allowing him access to ghost his ring and middle finger over your pussy. "You're the one who looks like that, you're literally a walking definition of perfect" You argued, your voice wavering as you felt his lightly tapping his fingers against you, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched you in amusement. You got no reply from HyunJin who just sat next to you, his fingers still ghosting over you while occasionally tapping one of his fingers against your pussy, his eyes going over your body repeatedly as he took in every bit of your body. You were like a goddess, and the fact you were his soulmate? Made his emotions and adrenaline run crazy, you huffed slightly leaning up to place a hand on his bare chest "Please, do whatever, just do something, please" You whimpered, gasping and grabbing ahold of his shoulders as he pushed two of his fingers inside of you.

As he curled his fingers inside of you, you could feel the knot in your stomach building, HyunJin seemed to notice, choosing to move his position to sit in between your legs. He kept his eyes trained on yours as he placed his mouth on your clit, pressing his tongue against it, causing you to moan loudly, running your hands over his buzzed head before grabbing onto the sheets. "There you go, Gunjunim, you sound so pretty whenever you moan" He stated against your skin, you just whimpered at the loss of contact against your clit, HyunJin chuckled shaking his head "Needy gunjunim" He stated before placing his mouth back on your clit, moving his fingers and tongue at the same pace, his tongue moving in different shapes across your clit as you moaned loudly. "F-Fuck! HyunJin please!" You moaned out, arching your back as he pushed his fingers as far as he could inside of you before pushing his pointer finger inside you with the other two.

HyunJin felt like if he got any harder, he'd end up dying or needing a hospital, the sounds you were making, the reactions your body was having, and the way your pussy kept squeezing around his fingers weren't helping either. With every movement of his fingers, you squeezed around him, causing his mind to wander on how tight you'd squeeze his cock if he fucked you. You pulled HyunJin out of his thoughts by calling out his name loudly, causing him to come back to reality right as you came around his fingers. A mixture of moans and whimpers leaving your lips as HyunJin felt your cum coating his fingers that slowed their movements inside of you. Your soulmate smirked as he watched you calm down from your high before pulling his fingers out of you.

You bit your lip as you watched HyunJin slipped a condom over his hard-on that stood stiff as he shrugged his boxers off. He was a lot bigger than you would have guessed, which made you slightly nervous, but also made you turned on all over again. You attempted to sit up and cup HyunJin's cheeks, but he stopped you, lifting you with ease as he helped you straddle his lap "Come on, Gunjunim, I have you one, you can work for the other" He whispered in a teasing tone as you gave him a confused expression, understanding his point, you nervously reached to grab his cock, positioning it at your entrance before slowly lowering your hips down. As his cock pushed deeper inside of you, you both moaned loudly, your arms immediately wrapping around him as he bottomed out inside of you, you swore you could feel his tip poking against your cervix. HyunJin panted against your neck, trying his best not to just flip you over and fuck you until you couldn't walk anymore, he couldn't do that, not yet at least. "Y/n, Gunjunim, Jagiya, I need you to move" He grunted, gripping onto the sheets so tight that his knuckles were turning white. "F-Fuck I-I can't" You whimpered, moaning softly as he repositioned himself to hold your waist tightly in his hands, guiding your movements. Your nails dug into his back, scratching down as he moved your hips against his, causing his cock to start moving in and out of you. "H-Hyun-" You moaned loudly, feeling him thrust his hips up, causing him to go further into you than before, HyunJin grunted, growing frustrated before he finally flipped you both.

As you laid on your back, HyunJin pushed his cock back inside of you, moving your legs to rest on his hips as he started to fuck you quickly. You moaned loudly tightening your legs around his waist causing his cock to go deeper inside of you, Hyunjin let his head fall against the pillows next to yours as he grunted lowly. He could feel himself slamming his cock into you as your pussy squeezed him even tighter, causing him to take a moment, not wanting to cum just yet. You whimpered in protest, desperately trying to grind your hips against his. Your actions caused him to growl in annoyance, one of his hands moving to rest on your stomach to keep you from trying to grind against him anymore, while to other found a tight grip in your hand "Such a brat" he huffed before continuing his thrusts, this time with a little more force and speed, you only moaned at his statement, squeezing around him, giving him the message that you 100% liked the new nickname. You were a moaning mess underneath your soulmate, feeling the knot in your stomach grow tighter with every thrust, HyunJin seemed determined, chasing after your orgasm rather than his own. As he let go of grip he had on your hair, he moved his hand between your legs, rubbing shapes into your clit as he thrusted into you. You whimpered loudly feeling like you were on the edge of cumming as HyunJin leaned closer to your lips, ghosting his over yours as he slammed his hips into you, pushing his cock as far as it would go before smirking "Come on, brat, get yourself off" He smirked, chuckling at your whines of protest, noticing him not backing down, you shyly replaced his hand with your own on your clit. As you grinded your hips against his, you quickly shut your eyes, feeling nervous and flustered under his gaze as he watched you basically fuck yourself on his cock. "Ah Ah, If you're going to be a brat, Gunjunim, you can at least look me in the eyes while you do it" He tsked, causing your cheeks to heat up with a blush as you opened your eyes, immediately making eye contact with him, you could feel yourself growing wetter and squeezing around him as you bit your lip.

"Here I'll make it easier" He whispered, moving you both back to your original position where you were straddling him, this time he pulled a few pillows down for him to lean against, almost like he was watching one of his favorite shows. You bit your lip as you grinded your hips against his, trying to hold back your moans as you slowed your movements, HyunJin guided your hips again, getting you to a good pace before moving his hands back to rest under his head. As you got closer to your climax, you got a rush of confidence, moaning loudly as you moved your fingers back to your clit, massaging it quickly as you rolled and bounced your hips against HyunJin's. He had his head thrown back against the pillows, trying to hold back his own grunts and moans as he felt his cock twitch inside of you, precum leaking into the condom as he felt himself getting closer to cumming. "C-Come on, Gunjunim, you've got it, fuck- just like that. F-Fuck!" His words quickly turned to moans as you squeezed around him "H-Hyun! I-I'm gonna cum, P-Please just fuck me!" You begged loudly, trying to match his thrusts from earlier, only to fail as your thighs twitched. "Does the brat need my help now? I thought she could do it by herself" He teased, watching as you whimpered loudly, tears starting to build in your eyes from frustration, HyunJin chuckled softly at how desperate you were to finally cum, choosing to hold your hips as he quickly thrusted his hips up inside of you. You gasped loudly, holding onto his arms tightly as you felt yourself extremely close to cumming, HyunJin slowed his movements as he gave you a slight glare "Keep working that clit, Gunjunim, you can be a pillow princess next time" He demanded and teased, smirking as he watched your fingers shyly make their way back to your clit, rubbing quick sloppy circles, watching you caused HyunJin's cock to twitch even more before finally spilling over, shooting cum into the condom as he moaned loudly, letting his head fall back. You weren't sure what exactly caused you to cum, HyunJin's moans, or the way it felt having him cum while inside of you, but you weren't complaining. As you grinded your hips against his, his moans grew more frequent and louder, moaning your name softly whenever you pushed your hips down. As his cock pushed all of the way inside of you, you felt yourself cumming around him, his moans growing louder as you moaned his name loudly. He panted, holding your hips down as he grinded his hips against yours, causing whimpers of his name to fall from your lips "Think you can make it even, make me cum one more time?" He panted, feeling himself growing hard inside of you again, the feeling caused you to moan loudly, your thighs twitching from overstimulation, even then you nodded softly, not wanting the night to end.

As HyunJin hovered over you now, he slowly thrusted his hips, moving his cock in and out of you slowly, his fingers intertwined with yours as you whimpered softly, your legs trying to close around his waist. "I've got you" He whispered against your neck, pushing his hips completely against yours, causing your legs to spread completely open. As he pressed soft kisses against your jawline and neck, he started to quicken his thrusts, feeling himself already leaking precum again. "I-It feels too good" You whimpered, squeezing his hands tightly as he quickened his pace "F-Feels good for me too, I'm so close, Gunjunim- fuck, you're so tight around me, I could fuck you all night if you'd let me" He grunted, feeling his stomach tighten as his pace quickened but also became sloppy, your back arched from his movements, whimpering loudly whenever HyunJin pressed his lips against yours "I-I'm gonna cum, HyunJin!" You whimpered loudly against his lips, digging your nails into his back as he just thrusted into you harder "I-I know, baby, Me too, go ahead and cum for me, I know you can" He panted, pressing on your stomach right where you felt that knot tightening again, the new pressure causing you to feel everything on a whole different. "Feel that, Gunjunim? I know you're going to cum" He teased, feeling you tense under his hand's pressure, you whimpered loudly, moaning his name against his lips. The feeling of you cumming around him was enough to send HyunJin over the edge again, his cum starting to spill out of the condom as he slowly his movement, pushing his cock as deep as he could as he moaned against your lips.

After a few moments, You'd both lay on the bed still trying to catch your breath as you both contemplated a shower. "Come on, you can wear some of my clothes" He smiled softly, moving to throw his boxers back on, as you stood up slowly, HyunJin quickly wrapped a sheet around you, knowing you probably wouldn't want to put on your underwear again after being that turned on. As you stepped into the bathroom, HyunJin was quick to get the water warm and ready for you to step in, even holding onto your hand and helping you into the shower before standing with his back to the shower. He'd stay outside of the shower, waiting, until you ended up reaching out and pulling him in by his hand "No reason we can't save some water, right?" You smiled, cupping his cheeks before tilting his head back to get his hair wet before tilting it back so he was looking at you "I'm really happy I've got such a good guy as a soulmate" You whispered after a moment, causing HyunJin to blush this time, shaking his head slightly "I'm happy I've got you" He replied before pressing his lips to yours gently, you kissed him back, resting your hands on his shoulders as you giggled "You're adorable" You smiled, pulling away gently as you took in his adorable smile, never in a hundred years would you think that you'd be soulmates with Hwang HyunJin, but you wouldn't want any other soulmate than him.

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[sillyuin]

Valentine's day with svt (Hip hop unit)

Genre: fluff fluff fluff.

Pairing: svt hhu unit x reader.

Warnings: none.

- Yuin's note: This is the part 3/3 of my valentine's day with svt special. This was supposed to be published two days ago, but shit happens. Anyways, better later than never, hope you enjoy it ♥ also, happy birthday my fellow Carat, take it as a gift for you ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚

Seungcheol. Romantic dinner at home.

He promised to take you to a special place and it was quite a surprise when you came home to find that, actually, that special place was the one who came to your house.

When you stepped into your apartment, a sweet aroma greeted you. You walked towards the dining room, and there was a dim light illuminating the room, the table was set with a fine tablecloth and you noticed that, in the center of it, there was a scented candle lit. 

Your heart skipped a beat when you heard Cheol’s voice and he came out of the kitchen, dressed as if he was ready for an elegant party.

“Good night, babe,” he said with a bright smile. “How was your day?”

“Good night…” your voice above a whisper, a little confused, “What… What is this?”

“Oh, just something different,” he walked towards the table and pulled out one of the chairs, “Come, have a seat”.

As you sat at the table, he went to the kitchen and came back with something with an amazing smell. You didn’t know exactly what was on the plate in front of you, but whatever it was, it also had a good look.

“It's my first time preparing this dish,” he said, joining the table with you, “And I wanted you to be the first person to try it”.

“But it looks amazing!” your compliments made him laugh in the cutest way possible, “Thanks Cheolie”.

“I love you, babe” He cleared his throat, “Bon appetit!”

Wonwoo. Museum date.

A quiet walk at the local museum to appreciate the beauty of art, the joy of spending quality time together and taking photos that will make you remember all the beautiful moments that you shared.

You were standing in front of a painting, your eyes wandering in its colors, when you heard a voice calling your name in a low tone.

“Hey, I wasn’t ready!” you complained making a little pout.

“Don’t worry, it looks good” Wonwoo showed you his phone, on the screen there was the photo he just took. “You always look good”.

You smiled faintly as he took your hand, intertwining their fingers with yours, and you both resumed walking. The local museum was never your first option for a date, but once you got there, it was worth it: The place was quiet and the beauty of every piece was haunting, almost ethereal.

Now you understand why Wonwoo was so excited to spend this day with you walking in the art museum.

“I didn’t know this place was this gorgeous” you whispered in awe, “I feel like I'm in a royal palace”.

Wonwoo chuckled, covering his mouth with one hand. “If you say so... Do you wanna go to the mirror’s room?”

“Do they have one of those here!? Let’s go!”

At the end of the day, your camera roll was filled with pictures of you and Wonwoo, and they looked amazing in the collage you made for him.

Mingyu. Dinner at an elegant restaurant.

He doesn’t mind cooking for you, actually he loves it. But this day is the perfect excuse to take you to a special place.

When Mingyu told you to wear your finest outfit, you couldn't help but wonder what was going on in his mind. The moment he parked in front of the most elegant restaurant in the city, you felt a little overwhelmed.

“Gyu… Do you think it’s okay?” your voice sounded almost like a shy whisper, “I mean, this place…”

“Why not?” he smiled at you, placing his hand on your knee, “is our special night, we deserve it.”

“But here… This place is expensive, and…”

However, before you could finish your sentence, he chimed in. “No, I won’t accept any complaints tonight. Okay?”

He was trying to look serious, but in a gentle and almost funny way; it made you feel a little comfortable.

“You have one only task for today, and it is having fun,” Mingyu added, as he held your hand, “And I won’t accept a no for answer”.

Mingyu gave you a lovestruck smile that made your cheeks a little warm, and you nodded while pressing your hand against his… And let’s be honest, how can you say “no” to him?

Vernon. Sleepover night.

There's nothing like spending the night awake with Vernon: Junk food, gossip, skin care and movies. Something so simple yet so special for the both of you.

“I bought the dinner as you told me,” he said putting the bag on the kitchen counter, “I tried this new place I talked about”.

“Oh, the one near your home?” you smiled, excited, “I can finally have those tacos you talked about so eagerly”.

“And, with delivery included” he smiled to himself, “okay, what do you wanna do first? Dinner, movie… That new face mask you just bought and been talking about for a whole week, maybe?”

You shrugged as you looked at him with guilty eyes. You just found this new store and you bought a lot of skin care, talking non-stop about how amazing it is and telling Vernon how much you wanted to try it with him.

“Sorry, but I needed to brag about it”

“I’m not complaining” Vernon walked towards you, letting a gentle kiss on your forehead, “You’re in charge tonight.”

You leaned closer and gave him a small kiss on his cheek, whispering a shy laugh as you walked out of the kitchen. “I’ll bring the skin care basket, wait for me in the living room”.

“Okay, then I’ll look for a movie. There’s something that I’ve been saving for this day”.

“Something?”

Vernon grinned at you, biting back a smile. “It’s a surprise”.

[zeskyzed]

A Dragon's Heart

A/N: Just a little sylus fic, it's a bit rushed towards the end sorry! Hurt/comfort but mostly comfort and fluff!

The soft sound of the spinning vinyl brings the dark atmosphere to life as you lay on his chest, basking in the warmth of his bed and him. The gentle hum of a tune played in his bedroom, the same one that you've grown accustomed to over the time you've spent together.

Tufts of white hair stick out from all different directions on his head, and it seemed Sylus could make even bedhead look good. His breathing is soft as you lay next to him, curled up on his chest while his strong arms hold you tight.

Whenever you're both at peace like this, he holds you as if you'd somehow let go. As if you'd leave him.

He knows you wouldn't, but the firm hold he has on your body tells a different story.

With the way you both are in this moment it seemed as if nothing could ever change, except for the thing you tried so hard to push back in your mind. Something that lingers, a thought with no regard to your well-being.

Just one word was enough to plague your mind for hours.

Stayrus.

You'd had a dream the previous night, one that held the most romantic of stories- seemingly conjured up from multiple fictitious fairytales, as it seemed too outlandish to be real. You remembered it all. Your long white hair and the beautiful crimson dress you wore as you tiptoed around a dragons' den. You remembered the tall, mysterious white haired figure resembling the man whose arms you were currently in. His horns, his tail, his clothes. His demeanor, the way he touched you, and the way he held you.

You remembered his name. Stayrus. His given name was Stayrus, however in the dream you'd deemed it "too hard to pronounce" given the name was in a language you couldn't understand- let alone speak. Therefore, you gave him the nickname, Stayrus.

When you were alone you tried so hard to recreate the pronunciation of the name, so much that your tongue memorized it.

And flowers. You remembered the flowers.

The way he never loved his horns, or his appearance in general as a half-dragon. The way you found beauty in what he'd deemed ugly. You remembered the look in his eyes and the love that you harbored for him.

However, every fictitious fairytale involving a dragon never ends well- and Sylus was no prince. Your dragon was cursed to kill you, but instead you wound up killing him.

Your dragon was gone.

The pain was too unbearable for you that you'd awoken with a start from your dream that night. When it happened, you were alone in your apartment at Linkon, with nothing but the moon and the stars to comfort you as you had tried to piece together what happened.

Now, as you lay in his arms you couldn't get the name or the story out of your mind. It seemed too elaborate, too complex, too real, to be fake. You shifted in his hold, contemplating on whether or not to tell him about this dream as you heard the soft rhythmic pattern of his breathing attempt to lull you back to sleep. You tried to piece together the words, or just think of anything to say, but you blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

"Stayrus,"

You whispered, feeling the white-haired man tense immediately within your embrace.

"Does that... name... mean something to you Sylus?" You asked him, struggling to get the words out.

"Sweetie. Where did you hear that from?" He questions, staring at you in shock.

"Well, um... I had a dream last night. You were a dragon? And um... flowers! We were together, like this, in a bed of flowers."

Your words came out messy and jumbled as you tried to convey your dream to him. His tense reaction worried you as you recalled everything that happened to him.

"And you, well I-"

You cut yourself off before you could finish your sentence.

I killed him.

Tears well in your eyes as his right eye glows redder. He doesn't want to force the words out of you but he's desperate to know what you want to say. Once he reads your desires his breath hitches as tears start pouring down your cheeks.

"I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean- I think it was real...? I didn't-"

He holds you tightly, pulling you into a hug as his large hand caresses your back.

"Sweetie... It's alright. I'm here, I'm with you."

"But- But I hurt you? Sylus. Please- don't tell me it was real. You- you tensed up. I have a f-feeling it's real. Did I....did I really...?"

"Did I really kill you Stayrus?"

He tenses again upon hearing that name and sighs. His grip on you tightens ever so slightly as he moves you even closer to him. Sylus' thick fingers move so gently across your face, delicately wiping off the tears before planting kisses on your eyelids.

"You know kitten, you always seem to surprise me, but this- this I never expected. Here I thought I'd be the only one to remember the life we once shared. Clearly I was wrong."

He smiles at you and your heart aches. You can't even believe he'd smile so sweetly at someone who caused his demise.

"Sweetie. I just want you to know that I don't blame you for what happened. In every lifetime I'd choose your life over mine. As selfish as it is, I couldn't bare to live without you."

"What about me? You can't leave me alone like that! I don't want us to be in a situation where we ever have to choose which one of us dies!" You shout, not aiming your anger at him but rather towards the predicament you shared.

"Well, I can't guarantee that. However, in this lifetime I'll do everything to protect you."

"Me too, in fact I'll even become your bodyguard! I have experience as a hunter after all."

He chuckles at you, smiling at you fondly as his eyes stare at you as if you were the most beautiful thing ever. In his eyes, you definitely were and always will be.

"Sweetie there's no need for any of that. All is need is you." He says softly, cradling your face in his large palms.

"My heart beats solely for you."

[wangxianficfinder]

Fic Finder

Feb 17th

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1. Hi! I'm trying to find two fics

A) The first one has a scene where wei wuxian and lan wangji meet on the roof during their first meeting and then go to the jingshi. It's either a time travel fic or soulmate au I think (less sure about this partas I could be mixing up fics but I think there was a point where jiang cheng asks where his brother was last night and he replies honestly but jiang cheng doesn't believe him)

B) and the second one was a fic where wei wuxian and lan wangji were penpals before they met at the cloud recess set in canon era

Please help 😭 I'm going crazy

Hi! I'm #1 in Feb 17th ff! B is correct but I'm not sure about A I think they both stayed all night in the jingshi but I could be wrong :/

1A)

NOT FOUND! We Can See a New Start by preciousbunnynoiz (M, 127k, WangXian, XiCheng, XuanLi, MingYao, Soulmates, Time Travel Fix-It, Biting, Implied Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Underage Sex, but mentally they are adults, Making Out, Fluff and Angst, Humor, Happy Ending, PTSD, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Supportive LWJ, Communication, Soul Bond, Blood, Found Family, Parent-Child Relationship, aromantic JC, Lesbian WQ, Queerplatonic Relationships, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Verbal Abuse, Disassociate episodes, disassociating, Suicidal Thoughts, Self-Harm, Self-Hatred, Depression, Delusions, Mental Health Issues, Mental Breakdown, Attempted Sexual Assault, Therapy, Supportive JC, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Family Feels, Implied/Referenced Torture, Revenge, Self-Sacrifice, Accidental Bonding, Brotherly Bonding)

FOUND! Time and Time Again by Jammingjackelopes (M, 115k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, Husbands, Established Relationship, Temporary Character Death, BAMF LWJ, Consensual Kink, Time Travel, Domestic Fluff)

FOUND! 🧡 built by the fires of volcanoes by isabilightwood (T, 26k, wangxian, time travel, crack treated seriously, canon divergence, fluff & humor) It's kind of hilarious, and the running gag is that wwx shamelessly always sleeps in the jingshi with lwj (I mean, as far as THEY are concerned, they've been married for years) but jc's denial is strong, and he insists on not believing where wwx spent the night.

1B)

FOUND!🔒Epistolary by beeswaxing (T, 7k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Different First Meeting, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Epistolary, Pre-Canon)

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2. hello! i’m looking for this fic i read a while back, but wwx and lwj went night hunting and wwx got cursed and turned into a female, and lwj doesn’t wanna do everyday and wwx doesn’t understand and then they finally do and wwx ends up pregnant while a female and then after giving birth is still female and in the end they go back to where it first happened after everything to give thanks to having been given a chance to have a child.

thank you for all you do! @dxsktodxwn

FOUND? In Sickness and In Health (And In Strange and Unexpected Times Too) by purplemonster (E, 28k, WangXian, Fem! WWX, Mpreg, well technically not mpreg since he's a woman Fluff and Smut)

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3. Hello again! I have another ask for the fic finder. I can’t remember all the points in the story but I know at one point Wei WuXian was out when he came across Jin Ling’s dog Fairy that had fallen in a trap set up by other Jin Sect members who liked to bully and pick on Jin Ling. Fairy’s hurt and Wei WuXian gets down into the trap too. Fairy makes the situation easier for Wei WuXian by not making sudden movements. Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling, who are out looking for Fairy, are led by Wei WuXian’s paper man to where Fairy fell. Then Jiang Cheng and Wei WuXian lift Fairy out of the trap together. This is not the focal point of this fic but it is a memorable scene. Thanks in advance! @jikcf

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4. Hiii! I don't really remember a lot about this fic. I just know that in a celebration, I think, someone Spike the Lan's tea, and the left LZ unattended. He did something and it caused some misunderstanding. Plssss help me find this fic T^T! Thank you!!!

FOUND? 🧡 The Teapot Plot by ToxicAngel13 (M, 51k, WangXian, NieLan, Misunderstandings, Plots, protective Jiang siblings, Golden Core Reveal, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, Idiots in Love, Damn Jins, Post-Sunshot Campaign, Pre-Burial Mounds, Potential for M-Preg, Fix-It, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Idiots Everywhere, LWJ's Biting Kink, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Protective LWJ, Protective WQ, Protective JYL)

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5. hello im looking for a fic where lxc visits lotus pier while everyone is having dinner(?) and wwx is wondering why everyone is kinda hostile towards lxc. and someone, maybe jc, says lxc killed wwx at nightless city. i appreciate any help finding this fic!

FOUND? 🔒❤️ kick at the darkness ‘til it bleeds daylight by AlfAlfAlfAlfAlf, tardigradeschool (T, 75k, WangXian, Hurt/Comfort, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Eventual Happy Ending, Getting Together, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Inspired by The Parent Trap (1998), Kid Fic, teen shenanigans, two a-yuans, Fluff and Angst, [Podfic] kick at the darkness ‘til it bleeds daylight by contributor-sky (deepestbluesky), esbielle was also here (esbielle), glittercracker, GodOfLaundryBaskets, jellyfishfire, kisahawklin, Koontyme, Rionaa, semperfiona)) 5 might be Kick at the Darkness 'Til it Bleeds Daylight. The scene described is towards the very end of the fic

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6. Hi! I’ve discovered so many lovely fics through this blog, I really appreciate it! I was hoping you all could help me find a fanfic that I’ve been having trouble locating.

After the Qiongqi prison camp break out, LWJ finds WWX and the Wens on the road, and takes them to Gusu. Most of the Wen are hidden in Caiyi town, bc the citizens of Caiyi town love and trust their Second Jade of Lan and are willing to take in and shelter people at his request. Wen Qing is hidden in the women’s portion of Cloud Recesses. WWX may have been in the Jingshi with LWJ? They exist there, quite peaceably for weeks, with no issues, I think?

Meanwhile, Lanling Jin has put about the WWX and his escaped Wen cultivators have been roaming around the countryside attacking villages with, uh, probably actually attacked villages and deaths to back that story up. LXC has been in Lanling this entire time, I don’t recall what he was doing. On his return to Cloud Recesses, he discovers that WWX and Co have been comfortably ensconced there since the breakout and couldn’t have committed any of the attacks the Jin have blamed on them.

Aaand, that’s about what I remember. I’d really appreciate any suggestions anyone thinks might be it or similar fics. thank you!

FOUND? 💙 Paths untaken by apathyinreverie (T, 6k, wangxian, LSZ & WWX, canon divergence, fix-it, fluff, not cultivation world friendly, smitten LWJ)

FOUND? 🧡 Weep You No More, Sad Fountains by athena_crikey (T, 48k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fix-it fic, Whump, Curses, Fever, Delirium, Stabbing, Loneliness, Confessions) is probably not because the beginning is completely different, but it similarly has the wens in caiyi and some other parts sound similar!

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7. Hello! I just wanna know a fanfic where lan shizui was adopted by lan wangji because wei ying was in a hospital after the burnt house of the wen, I think he was kicked out of the jiangs but after getting kicked the jiangs wanted him back again after calming down but he said no because he lived with the wens now so back to the point wei ying was in a hospital for many years (comatose?) and lan shizui was confused who was in the photo on lan wangji bedroom (he forgot his childhood) and he took the frame and Jin ling saw it and recognized it and so on and forth (please help me) @lanwuxian0725

FOUND? Good Little Rabbit, Open The Door by ElopeToTheSea (G, 33k, WangXian, Modern AU, Fluff and Angst, Family Fluff, Kid Fic, Adopted Children, Family Angst, Lullabies)

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8. hello again! I'm looking for a fic that is incomplete (or was when i read it). It takes place during WWX's growing up with the Jiangs. There is an emperor who is a young boy. He meets with the clans every year for tax purposes and for the clans to report how many yao they've killed, etc. WWX goes on a long journey to find/make his spiritual sword? He makes friends with a general in the emperor's army, I think. Thanks for your help! @classygreydove

FOUND! ❤️A Burning Cold by MountainRose (G, 29k, Chronic Illness, Pre-Canon, Nirvana in Fire Fusion, Character Study, Wen Bullshit, Snow Beetle Poison) The general was from Nirvana in Fire (I think), but it's not a complete crossover so it wasn't losted in the fandoms. If it is this one, thank Mojo for including it on the rec blog!

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9. Hello !! I've been searching for a fic where WWX is staying at the Jingshi (at some point he makes a lotus pond, and I believe he might've had a garden). He thinks he's unwelcome, and that LWJ is just keeping him around bc he feels obligated. The juniors know LWJ is head-over-heels for WWX & scheme to get them to confess to each other (resulting in disastrous consequences). I also remember LSZ eating with them in the Jinshi at some point. @blundering-owl

FOUND? call me home and I'll build you a throne by anaphoricae (E, 51k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Cloud Recesses, Getting Together, Developing Relationship, Self-Indulgent, Gusu Lan Juniors Dynamics, Touch-Starved, Non-Sexual Intimacy... and then Sexual Intimacy, Lán Juniors Gossiping about Wangxian, as a treat, Nightmares, Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Farmer WWX, Chief Cultivator LWJ, Mutual Pining, Communication, Quietly Falling Into a Married Life, Light Angst, Wholesome, POV LWJ, POV WWX, LWJ in braids agenda, Sharing a Bed, WWX's Birthday, Semi-Public Sex, Cold Springs, Inventor WWX, Jealous WWX) sounds somewhat like call me home and I'll build you a throne

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10. For fic finder, please! I am looking for a war prize/arranged marriage au where LWJ is given to the Yiling Laozu. The sects think of YLLZ as an evil terror and so LWJ is scared of him at the start. The plot point that I remember is that LWJ isn’t allowed to send letters or something, so after a few months without hearing from him LXC assumes his brother has been killed and he shows up to plead with the YLLZ to take his brother’s body home. WY invites him inside and LXC sees LWJ is actually fine. I don't think WY lets the brothers speak/meet, they can only see each other from across the hall. But after that WY lets them send letters. Thank you in advance for any fics you can point me to!

FOUND? 💖🔒 love, in fire and blood by cicer (E, 360k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, YLLZ WWX, Arranged Marriage, political scheming, Gratuitous Domesticity, Mutual Pining, EXTREME SLOWBURN, the inherent eroticism of the forehead ribbon, The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known, neither wwx nor lwj want to be Perceived, but sorry kids! it’s gonna happen!, rated E but the the NSFW stuff doesn’t begin until chapter 19!, bottom LWJ in chapter 20 and 27)

FOUND? 山水盆景 (Shānshuǐ Pénjǐng) by meicairoubingfan (kiradyn) (M, 65k, WangXian, warprize AU, warprize LWJ, Slow Burn, Strangers to Lovers, Vers WangXian, Animal Traits, PWP Turned Into All The Plot And Not Enough Porn, Snake Demon Lord WWX, Things are not what they seem, Hand Jobs, Seduction, Found Family, Wedding In The Cloud Recesses, Handfasting In The Cold Spring Cave, Alternate 3Zun, Alternative Sunshot Campaign, Hinted Future LXC/JYL, YZY is a better mother, JYL Is Not A Wilting Wallflower, empowerment, Side-Character Cameos, Rabbit Sanctuary In The Burial Mounds, Cutest Little Bun MXY, Accidental Child Acquisition, Child MXY)

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11. Hi there. Looking for a fanfic where lan wangji saves sect leader nies life by hearing the sabre screaming in pain? Sounds funny but I remember LAN wangji being very attune to sounds.

FOUND? Consequences by Remma3760 (Not Rated, 58k, WangXian, XiSu, XuanLi, Canonical Child Abuse, Abusive YZY, Good Uncle LQR, WWX is a Lan, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Bad Parents JFM and YZY) I think the scene described in 11 is from chapter 12 of Consequences

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12. Hi there! I’m looking for a fanfic where Wei Wuxian dies. I believe Jiang Cheng kids out he/she has kids and takes them back to Lotus Pier… I don’t remember the whole thing but they are Lan Wangji’s kids. Oh and some point Wei Wuxian is brought back to life? I know there is one similar called “from night to night of you I dream” but I was so sure there was another one… thanks!

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13. Hi, so I have trouble finding a fic I read, it might have been a time travel fix it. The only scene I remember is between Nie Mingjue and Nie Huaisang, where I think Mingjue is shocked about something Huaisang does and he replies something along the line of " Da-ge if you had died during the war, I would have lead our sect and won the war". I probably didn't halucinate this existing so if anyone remember where this is from, I would be utterly thankful. @creepygirl27

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14. hi im looking for this fic where people who are close to wei ying begin to notice bruises and marks on his body. they assume he's being abused by his boyfriend, lan zhan, and one of his friends or family (can't remember who) confront wei ying about it trying to help him. wei ying laughs and says they're all just sex marks @ashxi-wx

FOUND? (I should’ve known) I always knew by ilip13 (E, 187k, WangXian, WIP, Modern, Misunderstandings, Unreliable Narrator, Unreliable tagging, Sexuality Crisis, Friends to Lovers, First Time, Developing Relationship, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, POV WWX, Please read the author's note for more info, Eventual Happy Ending, Gray-Asexuality, Demisexuality, Masturbation, Dom/sub Undertones, Rape Fantasy, Anal Fingering, Barebacking, Homophobia, Rimming, Rough Sex, Mildly Dubious Consent, Subspace, Subdrop, Bad BDSM Etiquette, Undernegotiated Kink, Semi-Public Sex, Breathplay, Breaking Up & Making Up, Hurt/Comfort, How to kink negotiate without kink negotiation: the extended saga) There is also a scene like it in Incendir's White Flag, but not with family but a healer.

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15. Does anyone remember a short story where Wangxian were taking the classes you need to to become foster parents and one of their teachers brings up something that upsets Wei Wuxian because the Jiangs never did that for him, and Lan Wangji comforts him. I think it was about being the primary caregiver for that child and the responsibilities inherent to that.

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16. Heyyy. Thank you so much for all the work you do In helping us helpless fans find lost fics.

I wanted to know if you could try and find me the fic where: Wei WuXian is kept captive in the Wen Sect. I think it was like a huge tower or something, I don't think he was ever adopted by Jiang (I think he was and dissappeard). Lan Wangji gets held captive and thrown in the cell of Wei WuXian and they bond even though Wei WuXian gets tortured more the Lan Zhan.

I remember Wei WuXian being a Phoenix (I think) and he always looks up at the sky wanting to be free. Eventually he manages to break Lan Zhan out of the prison and Lan Zhan comes back with back up and swords blazing but Wei WuXian already unleashed his Phoenix powers.

That's what remember.

Thank you so much on advance!!! @thewintersoldier2002

FOUND? a thousand hills, no birds in flight | 千山鳥飛絕 by defractum (nyargles) (E, 26k, WangXian, Mythology, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon adjacent setting, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort)

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17. for the next fic finder: there was a fic where wwx is a jiaoren, living on a lake and meadow being kinda of worshiped by the village where lwj is dealing with a case. i remeber that a'yuan is taken care of by wwx and is human, living in a kind of nest? the last thing that i remember was lwj taking his jiaoren and baby to gusu. unfortunaly i don't remember much

FOUND! The Tainted Waters of Hubei (Come Back with Me to Gusu) by LiJiejie (M, 50k, WIP, WangXian, Jiāorén, Canon Divergence, Hurt WWX, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Post-Sunshot Campaign, Canon-Typical Violence, LWJ is a Panicked Gay, WWX is a Little Shit, WWX is Not Yiling Laozu, Minor Original Character(s), Chinese Mythology & Folklore, Mermaid WWX, Mutual Pining, Soft WangXian, Creature WWX, Adult WangXian, Adult Content)

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18. Hi, I am looking for a fic where Lan Wangji, and maybe also Lan Xichen, turned to stone through a curse. Wei Wuxian was the one who investigated and eventually solved things. I feel like the title was something like "The Jade Curse" or something similar. Thank you for your help!

FOUND! 🧡 moonlight caught in mutton fat by Raitelzen (T, 45k, WangXian, Case Fic, Curses, Curse Breaking, Transformation, mild body horror, Hurt LWJ, Ghosts)

If 18 isn't Moonlight Caught in Mutton Fat (both jades are cursed) then here are a couple others I had that mostly fit: NOT FOUND! Frozen by Kaytla (T, 19k, WangXian, curse fic, Case Fic, Getting Together, First Kiss, Fairy Tale, Canon Divergence, Oblivious WWX, Pining LWJ, Light Angst) only LWJ is cursed NOT FOUND! A Curse of a Different Color by nickel710 (G, 35k, WangXian, XiChengQing, Modern with Magic, Modern Cultivation, Curses, Curse Breaking, Asexual polyamory, Repressed LWJ, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, kinda a sick fic but also kinda not, Drunk LWJ, Falling In Love, WWX Being an Idiot, Bunnies, Non-explicit vomit, just a tiny reference to it, Anxiety) modern, only lwj is cursed

NOT FOUND! The Jade Curse by Tabi_essentially (M, 62k, WangXian, Hurt/Comfort, Body Horror, Angst, Curses, Curse Breaking, Cursed LWJ, Time Travel, Post-Canon, not an au, Other Lives, Soulmates, background implied past XiYao if you squint, Past NieLan, implied 3zun, LXC and WWX friendship, WQ/BSSR, LQR and WWX reconciliation, Good Uncle LQR, ZhuiYi if you squint, Non-Explicit Sex, (WWX/LWJ non explicit sex to be clear, Canon-Typical Violence, Harm to Children, canon typical harm to children, LXC is sort of psychic, LXC / SL friendship, WWX POV, LXC POV, POV Alternating, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Paperman!LWJ)

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19. Hi! For fic finder, please: I am looking for an arranged marriage au where Wei Wuxian married into the Lan clan and for some reason (I think because he was the “wife”) they placed him in the women’s section of the sect compound. The Jiang hadn’t separated by gender so he was used to working alongside women, but the Lan women were a little disturbed by his presence at first. But Wei Wuxian eventually was accepted by them and he started helping out with their tasks, making talismans and the like, and the women really supported him. I can’t remember how the fic ended or what Lan Wangji thought of Wei Wuxian being over there. Would love to read this again if anyone can point me towards it, thank you!

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20. Hello! The fic I’m looking for is an AU, modern setting, and I think? based off a movie? Though i don’t remember which one. LWJ was essentially kidnapped at a young age by the Wens and then “trained” to kill whoever they told him to. He escapes them and stumbles upon WWX. WWX runs a music shop, Wen Ning is very involved, Wen Yuan is a little kid and cared for by WWX. WWX assumes LWJ is just homeless and had a very bad life, ends up taking him in and helping him. Eventually the Wens are beaten and LWJ gets reunited with his brother he hardly remembers and learns how to be human again. I’m so annoyed that I can’t find my bookmark for this anymore lmao

FOUND? Across the street to another life by danegen (M, 99k, WangXian, Modern, unleashed au, Family Fluff, Set in America, Hurt/Comfort, Past Child Abuse, Addiction, Crime, Amnesia, Ableist Language, another fridged mother, POV Alternating, past wwx/ofc, past wwx/omc, Medium parent YZY, A-Yuan is wwx’s biological son, Musicians, Happy Ending)

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[silent-stories]

Just thinking about noah looking cute with his glasses

Noah had a particular habit, a forgetful one. Whenever he sat down to read a book, work on some music or a play a video game, his glasses were inevitably left behind.

It wasn't that he couldn't see anything without them, but it required him to strain his eyes, and prolonged effort would leave him with a headache that lingered for hours.

They were usually on the nightstand, the coffee table or on the kitchen counter next to a cereal box.

And you? You were always there, with the glasses already in hand.

Tonight was no different.

You stood in the doorway of the living room, watching as Noah settled into the couch, controller in hand, the game screen already bright with a menu he probably couldn’t read. His brows knitted together as he squinted at the TV, tilting his head like puppies usually do, as if that might magically sharpen the blurry text.

You bit back a smile, holding his glasses loosely between your fingers. You didn’t need to ask if he forgot them. Of course he had.

Crossing the room, you knelt on the couch beside him. He didn’t even notice your approach until your hand gently swept his long hair back from his face. His head tilted into your touch like it was instinct.

“Struggling with something?” you teased softly.

His eyes flicked toward you. “No. I can totally read that.”

“Oh yeah?” You leaned closer, gesturing at the menu screen. “Go ahead. What’s it say?”

He squinted harder, jaw tightening as he made a valiant effort. “...New Game...something?”

“Wrong.” You held the glasses out to him with a knowing smile.

He huffed a soft laugh and let go of the controller. As he reached for the glasses, you shook your head. “Uh-uh. Stay still.”

He obeyed without protest, sitting up straighter as you shifted to straddle his lap, the glasses still held between your fingers. His hands instinctively rested on your waist, and the faintest grin tugged at the corner of his mouth as his fingers slipped lightly under your sweater and caressed your skin for a moment.

“This feels like a lot of effort just to put on my glasses,” he murmured.

“Shh. Let me work.”

You brushed his hair back again, fingertips grazing along his temple. His eyes fluttered closed at your touch, and your heart melted just a little. Gently, you slipped the glasses onto his face, adjusting them so they sat just right. Once they were in place, you leaned in and kissed his forehead, right above the frames.

“There we go. You look pretty.” you whispered against his skin.

His eyes opened, and his gaze found yours immediately. “Thank you,” he said, voice low and warm.

You smiled and kissed the tip of his nose, then the apple of his cheek, and finally the soft corner of his mouth. His grip on your waist tightened slightly, and his breath caught beneath you.

“You know,” you said softly, brushing a thumb across his jaw, “you could try remembering them once in a while.”

“Nah,” he replied, eyes sparkling through the lenses. “If I remembered them, you wouldn’t do all this.”

You laughed and kissed him again on his lips, lingering this time. “You’re impossible, Sebastian.”

“And yet, here you are.”

He grinned as you finally slid off his lap, settling beside him with your legs draped over his. He picked up the controller again, but his eyes kept flicking from the screen back to you, as though the game couldn’t possibly compare.

Like you were the only thing worth seeing anyway.

[whos-the-seme]

Shen Qingqiu was doomed.

He stood still, fluttering his fan nervously and trying to avoid catching his counterpart's, the real Shen Qingqiu, glaring eyes from across the room. Instead, he idly observed the other Cang Qiong Mountain Peak Lords, trying to spot the differences between the ones he knew and their alternates.

Liu Qingge had brought back a strange artifact from one of his hunts to the monthly Peak Lord meeting. It was a mirror, rimmed an ugly tarnished gold, topped with a decoration that was shaped into an unidentifiable creature with ruby red eyes.

[Important Artifact Detected: Red-Eyed Sphinx's Mirror! Quest starting...]

Shen Qingqiu had been trying to remember where it might have appeared in PIDW when the surface of the mirror suddenly began to glow a dull yellow. It quickly brightened until it obscured everyone's vision.

And then, there stood another set of peak lords across the room, facing them down.

System, what on earth is going on???

[Quest started: Lost Long Spirit in My Reflection! Other characters have been transported to this universe. Host must find a way to send them back without revealing his identity as a transmigrator.]

WTF? I didn't agree to this!

[Good luck!]

System??? Get back here!

While the two Yue Qingyuans and Xu Qinglis conversed together to try to understand what had happened, the other peak lords had begun to mingle with each other, curious about their counterparts.

Shen Qingqiu tried to suppress his panic, sticking close to Shang Qinghua. His Yue Qingyuan occasionally flicked his softened gaze towards the alternate Shen Qingqiu, likely noticing that the other still acted as he used to before his qi deviation. In fact, several of the peak lords he had gotten to know over the years were sending some looks at the other Shen Qingqiu.

With the original goods right there, how long would it be before something exposed him as a fraud?? What if he was confronted about why he acted so differently?

[Host must avoid having his identity exposed. Being revealed as a transmigrator will result in Host being immediately sent back to his old body.]

Yeah, yeah, same shit as always!

Looking to his side, Shang Qinghua seemed to be experiencing the same threats, desperately looking away from the more dead-eyed Shang Qinghua across the room who, luckily, was barely paying him any attention.

Fuck, what do we do?

---

Shen Qingqiu continued to glare at the Other Shen Qingqiu in the room. The other Shen Qingqiu was so obviously a fraud, he could tell within minutes of being here. While his alternate seemed somewhat familiar, he didn't act like him at all, his mannerisms were all off, and despite the attempt at keeping a poker face, Shen Qingqiu could tell that he was nervous. Probably at being caught out.

His alternate self had likely been replaced with a bodysnatcher or some sort of spirt, if they truly were supposed to be the same person. Was everyone else stupid, or had they had their brains sucked out by a Heart Mouthed Lobster-Squid?

Or maybe they simply like the bodysnatcher better and didn't bother to investigate.

Shen Qingqiu's face became stormier, turning his glare to the Other Yue Qingyuan, wondering if he had felt happier once his precious Xiao-Jiu had vanished. The other Yue Qingyuan's face grew even more pathetic. Tch. Typical.

"That stupid System--" Shen Qingqiu nearly snapped his neck in looking at the bodysnatcher upon hearing his murmur. The fraud, upon noticing his sudden attention, clammed back up and looked away. But Shen Qingqiu knew what he heard.

Xi Tong.

He hadn't heard those words in years, not since--

He stepped forward, scanning the other once more. Upon a second, more thorough look, Shen Qingqiu realized that he grew more familiar. He wore his hair in the way that Shen Qingqiu wore it, but looser and less severe. His eyes were clearer and lighter, with hints of a smile, despite his nerves. He occasionally quickly glanced up and to his left, as if seeing something there, before bringing his attention back to the room at large.

No. It couldn't be. He was long dead, despite Shen Qingqiu's best efforts. Even if the fake had some similar things about him, that doesn't mean--

Shen Jiu had once had a brother, besides Qi-ge. Slightly smaller than him, despite the fact that Shen Jiu passed him along as much food as he could when on the streets. He smiled so much despite their circumstances, and was so kind despite Shen Jiu constantly telling him that he was making himself a target. But he looked so, so similar to Shen Jiu himself. They could have switched their clothes and looked exactly the same, if one didn't notice the difference in their demeanors.

His brother has also always been a little odd, talking to himself and arguing with an imaginary friend that only he could see named Xi Tong. One of the reasons that they survived as long as they did on the streets was due to the inexplicable knowledge that his brother seemed to have. Somehow, his brother knew about the various plants or small animals that they could hunt and sell for a pretty coin in the markets. Shen Jiu never asked, not looking a gift horse in the mouth.

But his brother was dead. He had died years ago, in the time during when they were in Qiu's manor. During a punishment for Shen Jiu's attempt to get them both to join Wu Yanzi; he had switched their clothes and taken Shen Jiu's place and died for it. That had been the final catalyst that made him set the manor ablaze and escape, mourning his brother's death as his fault for daring to be free. Cursing Qi-ge for not coming back for them.

Dazed and his vision dim, Shen Jiu took another step forward, and another. Hope, something he thought he had killed off long ago, slowly rose in his chest.

Had his brother survived in this world? Had he managed to escape alongside Shen Jiu? Or had Shen Jiu died in his place? Dimly, he can't help but think that the world would be far kinder if that were the case. If his brother had made it to Cang Qiong Mountain and became a peak lord all on his own and still managed to keep his smile. If he didn't have Shen Jiu dragging him down with him.

The other Shen Qingqiu, not having noticed his approach, laughed at something the other Shang Qinghua said ("Wonder if Shang Qinghua is a traitor here, too," Shen Jiu thought dimly). His laugh was the same. He rose his fan to hide his face, but Shen Jiu noticed how his nose crinkled, and his eyes nearly closed in delight, exactly like--

"A-Yuan?"

[possesseddesires]

The great shift: nerd to himbo

𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗧 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧: This story contains explicit content and themes of body swapping, with a sensual and erotic approach. If this type of content is not to your liking or you are not old enough, we recommend that you do not continue.

All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them, and they are used for illustrative purposes only.

If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗳𝘁: 𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝗺𝗯𝗼 (English version)

My name is Howard, I study computer science at Harvard. 

I had always excelled in mathematics, logical reasoning and understanding computers, I had a couple of scholarships thanks to my ingenuity, which ensured that as soon as I finished my degree, I would have a secure future. Maybe in a big company like Apple or Google, or who knows, maybe with a business of my own. 

However, like any stereotypical nerd, my mental qualities meant that my physique was not the best. Thin, small, without a hint of hair or muscle. Maybe I wasn't ugly, but I wasn't “remarkable” either.

It was a Monday like any other. Boring, full of classes and other pending: programming, equations, going to class. 

It was “Systems Management” class, taught by Professor Austin, an old man in his 60s, whose subject was more boring and tedious than anything else in the world; I was having such a hard time not closing my eyes, struggling to pay attention.

But the professor's voice seemed to make me sleepier and sleepier. And just as I was about to fall asleep, lost with my eyes closed.

A kind of thunderous crack, as much as an atomic bomb, was heard all around.

I opened my eyes in fright, only to find that I was no longer in a classroom. The atmosphere felt different, the sun was hitting my face hard, it even smelled different... Now I was in a street, very different from what I was used to, it looked..... rustic?

For a moment it was all confusion, until disaster struck. Several people started shouting, some in different languages that I had no idea what they were. People running, everything was chaos. It was at that moment that I noticed my hand, it was no longer pale and thin like I was used to it being.

Now it was brown and huge. 

I felt scared, I began to touch the rest of my body, noticing that now I had a different complexion: bigger, stronger and muscular.

I was wearing a gray compression t-shirt that fit me tightly, showing off my new great pecs, a pair of sweatpants and tennis shoes. I felt wet, as if I had just finished working out, I started to smell myself, noticing a strong scent of sweat.

— Ugh... ¿Qué mierda? – I muttered. Only to realize that for some reason. I was able to speak in another language, that was... Spanish?

Everything was spinning, not because of the heat, not because of the scare, everything was still under chaos but... it was strange. I felt like I was becoming... dumb. All my old computer and math knowledge seemed to evaporate into thin air to be replaced by other things like bodybuilding and masonry.

— Uhh...

I still remembered who I was, my past life and the details of it, but accessing my “skills” like my original language and abilities, I had such a hard time. Like I knew they were there but I couldn't access it. 

Instead, new knowledge began to seep in. 

Now my name was Hector, I was 24 years old and living in Mexico. Apparently he had dropped out of school and so he became a bricklayer, he didn't have a career either because he was not very intelligent. However, what little brains he had he made up for with strength.

His huge muscles, with big arms and fat pecs, I could even feel his crotch, big and with heavy balls.

— Tal vez pueda acostumbrarme – I murmured, feeling my new big chest.

The world had a hard time getting used to something that scientists called “The Great Change”, at least 80% of the entire population changed bodies, some with people in the same city or country, and others worldwide. Another 10%, suffered from something that was called “coupling”, it was the disappearance of old skills and abilities that ended up being replaced by the knowledge of the new body.

I was part of that last percentage. 

At first I felt lost and annoyed by my new body. I may have been muscular but now I was in a body without the job opportunities I had, without brains and without a lot of money.

It took me at least a week to get used to it until my brain had an idea.

This body was sexy, muscular and anyone would want it. I myself was beginning to love the smell, how stinky my armpits looked at the slightest exertion, how big my legs looked.... And my pecs. There was nothing I loved more than my new big fat tits. 

I started working as a stripper in a nightclub. I loved the feeling of the tight trunks, the people trying to touch me and of course, all the money involved. I probably made more in one night than I would have made in a month as an IT guy.

And I enjoyed every little detail of this new life. I loved my muscles, my scent... Sometimes I could smell it for hours, lick my biceps, smell my armpits... Even my feet. Gosh, they were huge! I loved licking them, smelling them, it didn't bother me at all if others were attracted to them, or my whole body. The only problem was that I was getting addicted to masturbation.  But hey, can you judge me?

Imagine having this body just for you, with his scent, and god... the taste of his cum, it just drove me crazy. Rather, from my semen, my scent, and my body.

Sometimes the old Hector used to write me, he ended up in my body, so he was just a scrawny nerd miles away who ended up obsessed with his old body, every now and then I send him some picture, or video if he's lucky. But this is mine, and will only ever be mine.

Now it was Hector. And there was no turning back. Maybe becoming a dumb himbo hadn't been so bad.

¿Quieres oler mi axila, wey?

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I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. I'm not an English speaker, so I used a translator to bring it to your language (apologies if the wording is a bit weird). If you liked it, don't forget to follow it and share it so more people can discover it. I'm always open to suggestions and ideas, so if you have any fantasy or scenario in mind, let me know in the comments or in inbox.

See you in the next story… Who knows what body you'll occupy this time?

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[velvetdimension]

a mole ; yjw ⋆*・ﾟ:⋆*

genre: romance, friends who make out. summary: jungwon's mole is so cute you can't help but stare (and kiss). words' count: 1.6k

A mole. A single and little mole on his jawline. You’d never notice it before― why hadn’t you ever noticed it before? It was just right there. Maybe you shouldn’t have had noticed it, the small spot practically tormenting you.

At some point you started dissociating during your conversations with each other, your eyes glued to the brown spot moving as he spoke. You didn’t even realize you’d started tilting your head to the side where it was, eyebrows barely knitted in concentration until Jungwon pointed it out.

“You know, I have been wondering…” he asked you one time the two of you were mid a late study session in the library, eyes behind the glass of his frames glued to the paper in his hands. “Is there something on my face? You’ve been starting at me weirdly for a while.”

You remember how that night the words got caught up in your throat, how you felt your face burning red and the sudden urge to run away from the way Jungwon’s eyes glinted as soon as he saw the state you were in, corner of his lips shaping into a thin, almost invisible smirk that was wiped away as soon as it appeared.

From that point on, you started flushing as soon as your eyes would spot the small dot, mouth dry, forcing yourself to pull your eyes away, vision fixated on whatever but your friend. Jungwon wasn’t liking that, at all.

“Hey, look” he said one afternoon as he walked you towards your place, sun setting down on the background. His slender fingers grabbed onto something silvery hanging around his neck and you felt the now common dryness in your mouth. “Do you like it?”

“Uh… mh-m” you mumbled almost idiotically, nodding before looking away in a hurry, oblivious to your friend’s unsatisfied expression. You cleared your throat before answering more normally. “It looks good.”

Jungwon was reaching his limit with how you’d been acting around him― at first, he thought it was cute; your whole demeanor becoming all shy so suddenly made you want to tease you, but it was almost impossible since you had tried your best to avoid him. Eyes almost never looking at him anymore, putting in some distance when the two of you were a little closer than usual, looking away from him.

But then, there you were; eyes staring directly at Jake’s as he went on and on about something that had you cracking up, smile wide on your face as you laughed, your hand resting on his shoulder to hold yourself steady.

And, for a second, you looked his way all across the room, your eyes meeting his after a while, looking away as soon as you spotted him. Jungwon felt his eye twitch from annoyance.

“You look like you shit your pants” told him Niki resting his back against the same wall his friend as been laying on since the party started. “What’s going on? Did you and y/n fought?”

“Of course not” he replied grumbling, mouth twisting. “It’s just… something has been different lately, I’m not sure what or why.”

“Did you ask her about it?” his friend asked.

“Well- no.”

“You should do it then, if it’s bothering so much.”

Niki was soon gone to enjoy the party, leaving behind his wondering friend. He was right, Jungwon thought.

Your laughed got caught off all of a sudden when a soft hand reached from behind you and grabbed your wrist, pulling you softly only to bump against your friend’s chest.

“Hi stranger” he said looking down at you, eyes full of warmth and something else you couldn’t tell.

“Hey” you mumbled trying to take a step back, barely doing any difference as the place was crowded. Jungwon’s fingers closed a little more around your wrist before he leaned closer to your ear.

“We need to talk.”

“We do?” you questioned feeling your heart beating like crazy on your chest. Jungwon nodded and waved Jake goodbye before he was pulling you away from him, guiding you through the crowed and up the stairs. “Are you sure we can come in here?” you asked him as he closed the door at Heeseung’s room, back pressing against it.

You turned to look at him, trying to not look fazed at all and failing wholesomely at it. Mouth dry, face hot, heart beating fast. Jungwon threw his head back until it rested against the door and looked down at you, standing alone in the middle of the room, clearly taken-aback.

“What’s going on?” you asked not bearing the heavy silence and the intensity of his inquisitory eyes.

“That’s what I want to know” he said. “What’s been going on, y/n?”

He moved. Eyebrows frowning slightly as you took a step back for every step he took towards you until you bumped against a desk, your hands grabbing onto it. Jungwon stopped just when the tip of your shoes touched each other, head falling to a side.

“Nothing much…?” you answered earned a scoff from your friend. Jungwon leaned closer until his hands were placed above yours and hold you tight, caughting you in between his arms. You looked away, cheeks painfully red while feeling his breath against the side of your face.

“Don’t lie to me” he said lowering his voice. “You’ve been avoiding me” one of his hands moved up until his fingers gently grasped your chin, moving your head back at him, taking in a deep and long breath as your big, doe eyes stared up at his, eyebrows knitted, cheeks red, lips dry.

His fingers brushed your cheek tenderly. “Did I do something wrong?” you shook your head. “Then what is it? Tell me, please” he pleaded, his hand moving until it rested on the base of your neck.

“I…” you gulped. “God, it’s embarrassing, Won.”

“I’m not letting you go until you tell me” he warned you, earning a soft scoff from you.

“It’s- It’s your mole” you said shutting your eyes to avoid his eyes. “You have a mole, Jungwon.”

For a second, there was silence. “… That’s it?” he asked you, relief washing over him, the tension in the air practically vanishing as his lips tugged into a astound grin. “That’s why you’ve been eating me out with your eyes all this time?”

“I wasn’t-

“Don’t lie” he cut you off, the tone of his voice becoming all cocky as he leaned closer to your face. “I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me, y/n. You’re like an open book.”

“Whatever” you huffed. Jungwon bit his bottom lip hard to suppress a laugh the moment your eyes fell down to the mole on his jaw and decided to tilt his head so you could take a better look.

“Why do you like it so much?” he asked you full with curiosity, breath caughting in his throat the moment he felt your fingertips brushing against the spot.

“It’s cute” you hadn’t realized how close your face had gotten to his until he looked back at you, his bangs brushing against your forehead. “It’s been on my mind all this time” you confessed in a soft whisper.

“Yeah?” he asked, eyes faulty falling down to your lips when your tongue poked out to wet them. “Okay, give it a kiss.”

“Wha-what?”

Jungwon tilted his head again, giving you more access to his mole, humming a come on while looking at you from the corner of his eye.

“Stop playing around” you grumbled.

“I won’t let you go until you give it a kiss, y/n. Now, do it.”

Fine, it wasn’t like you didn’t want too anyways.

Jungwon felt his skin crawling under your breath, a soft hum born from the back of his throat when your soft, wet lips pressed against his jawline, his eyes shutting close.

“One more” he whispered; you obliged.

You don’t know when the single pecks on his mole became a trail of kisses down his jaw to his chin. Or when his hands moved to hold your face, crashing his own lips against yours almost desperately. Or when he lifted you up to sit on the desk behind you, finding a spot in between your legs as he leaned impossibly closer towards you, lips never falling apart.

Jungwon moved his lips against yours in a way that had you sighting deeply, hands now tracing the sides of your body, eyebrows knitted impossibly together, melding down at your sweet touch, at your sweet taste, a soft whine breaking through his throat anytime you decided to play with his soft hair.

“You have a mole too” he spoke in a husky voice, lips brushing yours with every word. “Here” he placed down a soft kiss on your cheek. “And here” then trailed down to the spot behind your ear, making you shiver. “And here” Jungwon moved a little further down to kiss above the little brown spot adorning your neck. “… Also, here” he kissed above your collarbones, softly nibling at the skin making you gasp softly. “Want me to keep going? Who knows how many more do you have?”

What a sight for Jungwon’s eyes was the one he had― you, all flushed, heavy breathing filling the silence, lips swollen and wet, eyes sparkling in the dark room. Jungwon let his head fall against the palm of your hand cupping his cheek to pull him in on another kiss when the door of the room busted open.

“Don’t make out in my room” Heeseung said crossing his arms over his chest. “Just go to the guest’s room.”

[beabnormal24]

63 + carcar?

63. Everybody Knows/Mistaken for Couple 

Carlos has no idea who gave Lando the insane idea to move in the middle of February, but whoever it was it must’ve been someone who really hates people.

It’s so cold that Carlos swears he can’t feel the tip of his own fingers, even through his true leather, double layered, wool padded gloves that he spent at least 50 quids on and are not doing their job properly.

Carlos huffs in frustration and shivers just a tiny little bit under his coat, earning a pointed glare from Oscar beside him. “Could you stop it?”

Leave it to Oscar to be an asshole even in such a deadly situation like standing in the middle of London’s street in February.

“Could you be more sensitive?” Carlos bites back, “I am very cold.”

“I am very cold but I am not making such a fuss.” Oscar snaps. Truthfully, his hands are stuffed in his pockets just like Carlos’, but he is pretty sure they were not covered in gloves.

Oscar has a really white and delicate skin, so they’re probably already all red and covered in frostbites. Carlos does feel a little bad for him, but that doesn’t mean he’ll admit it to Oscar any time soon.

He rolls his eyes, instead, kicking a pebble in the middle of the sidewalk before it gets trapped in the soles of his boots. “I knew that going with Alex would’ve been more fun.” He mumbles, and he knows that he sounds a bit petulant, even childish, but-

Yeah, who cares, it’s Oscar anyway.

“Well, Alex isn’t here and someone had to buy this gift.” Oscar mutters something else under his breath, something that sounds very close to a dickhead, but Carlos is mature enough to pretend he didn’t hear that.

They walk a little bit more next to each other, scanning silently the windowed walls and the trinkets’ displays.

It is true that him and Oscar were the only two with a free Sunday morning to buy the housewarming gifts, but it is also true that they may be the worst ones to be assigned such a errand like buying a housewarming gift.

If it is a housewarming gift then shouldn’t they just buy a heater and be done with it?

Ah, Carlos sometimes wishes someone could laugh at the amazingly funny jokes that he thinks inside his head. He bets Oscar would appreciate them.

“Maybe a plant?” Oscar suggests, thumbing at the arrays of green displayed on their left.

Carlos snorts, “Lando is going to kill them in two days.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

Carlos looks around, furrowing his eyebrows, eyes scanning the electronics shop not too far away, the jewellery one, something that looks way too much like a sexy shop of some sorts, and then-

“Uh, what about that umbrella stand. It looks good.”

Oscar follows his gaze until his eyes fall on the slick black, clearly modernly design object, too. Surprisingly, he immediately hums in approval.

“And then we put a gag gift next to it?”

“Of course.”

"Should we take the black or the white one?"

Carlos pursues his lips, trying to remember the pictures Lando sent on their group chat, of an apartment that could've easily been straight out bought out of an IKEA magazine.

He shrugs, "White, I guess. It's a white kitchen."

"Yeah, but he's not going to put an umbrella stand in the kitchen is he?" Oscar comments dryly. "I think black it's better for the porch outside"

"Why did you ask me for my opinion if you completely ignore it?" Carlos says, feeling just a tad bit offended.

Thankfully, the welcomed warmth of the shop is able to mitigate most of it, and Carlos feels like nothing can bring down his good mood when he can finally feel his fingers come back to life, joints cracking like sandpaper as he curls them.

It's just his luck that the stark difference in temperature from the outside makes a pink hue appear on Oscar's freckled cheeks, making him look very very cute - well, admittedly, he would always be cute if he weren't such a pain in the ass.

"Because I wanted to pretend I value your opinion." Oscar says, rolling his eyes. "If it wasn't clear, I do not."

"Well, if you would only listen to me, you would realise that the walls of the porch are made with white stones, which means that the white stand is clearly the perfect choice." Carlos snaps back, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Mate, it's not a hospital, it's a house, it should have some contrast no?" Oscar says, mirroring his position.

They proceed with a glaring contest mixed with biting, pointed comments about which choice is better between the two, which furtherly proves why they shouldn't have been the only two going for this 'mission' that could as well become a battle with how hard they're fighting each other.

It only, finally, ends when there is a pair of delicate hands perching on their respective shoulders, and when Carlos lowers his gaze from holding Oscar's flaring one, it's to meet the gentle eyes of the elderly woman he is pretty sure was standing behind the counter just a minute ago.

"You two lovely boys, there is no need for such a love quarrell over an umbrella stand." She says gently, pinching Oscar's cheek when he goes to open his mouth in protest, effectively shutting him up.

Carlos, to his credit, is suddenly too stuck on the love quarrell part that seems to be resonating in his head like a badly played drum roll. The only thing that assures him he wasn't the only one to hear that, it's the way Oscar's cheeks have suddenly become even more pink.

"Come on, tell me what's the problem. Let's solve it." The woman says, patting Carlos' shoulder with a bit more fervor than she used to pinch Oscar's cheek. "You're such a good looking couple, don't fight for stupid things, mh?"

Neither of them corrects her.

Oscar, through a very awfully embarrassed stutter, explains the indecision. The woman solves it in under thirty seconds by suggesting they just take the silver one she has in the back of the store, finally settling the argument without even letting them talk one single second more.

"It was this bad with my husband, too, when we first moved in together." She says, jostling the umbrella stand over her counter with much more strength than what her small frame would let on. "But you look like a very beautiful couple, and there is always love even while fighting. I am sure you will last as long as me and my husband did." she adds raising her hand to show the still glinting golden band on her ring finger.

Oscar is stuck as rigid as a tree next to him, so Carlos decides that it must be his job to take the gift and thank the woman generously, accepting the compliments she keeps sending their way as he drags Oscar out of the shop from the elbow.

"Uh, I-" Oscar mutters, not very talkative of him, as soon as they're away from the front window.

"Oscar," Carlos says, slowly, watching as Oscar blinks at him with wide eyes and a pair of red cheeks, even more flushed than before. Something tells Carlos it's not about the temperature, maybe because he personally doesn't feel as cold as before - maybe it's the sudden warmth in his chest. "Are your hands still cold?"

Oscar swallows, looking down at the purplish colour on his knuckles, "Uh, a bit." he admits.

"Okay," Carlos says and before he can think about it more than two seconds, he takes Oscar's hand in his, interlacing their fingers.

Oscar stares at him with wide eyes and a half agape mouth but, surprisingly, he doesn't protest. Rather, his confusion only lasts a moment longer before he is squeezing Carlos' hand back, smiling in what Carlos could even define as shyness.

"Do you want to have lunch before we head to Lando's?" Carlos suggests, completely ignoring the way his heart seems to be doing sudden sommersaults in his ribcage.

Oscar's smile, if possible, becomes even brighter. "Yeah, let's do that."

[moody-alcoholic]

Sub Ala Angeli

part 2 - As Above, So Below

Summary: Ghoap x fallen angel!reader, mini fic. Sub ala angeli - Under the wing of an angel.

CW: Hurt/comfort, angst, descriptions of wound, mentions of blood, suicidal ideation, religious stuff, mentions of homophobia.

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Before you get to your feet properly Simon comes over with a blanket. You remember you’re naked, you feel another emotion; embarrassment. You feel your face getting warm as you let Johnny help you to your feet. You wobble, flexing your wing to balance yourself. Johnny’s hand wraps round your waist steadying you. 

He takes the blanket in the other hand and holds it up for you. You take it bringing it up to your chest. You still feel exposed. Johnny helps you walk through the house into another room. The place is beautiful, old fashioned and spacious with a big dining table. The sun is flooding through the windows making the whole place look warm and inviting. 

Simon pulls a chair out and you sit down gripping the blanket and pull it up over your chest. Johnny goes into the kitchen and you watch Simon as he sits down. Your heart is hammering in your chest, you don’t know what to say or what to do. 

“Here.” Johnny says as he puts down a glass of water and a plate of something. It smells good, but you’re not sure what it is. You’ve never eaten human food before.  

“Thank you.” You say Johnny smiles at you, he has a nice smile, he has such a warming presence about him.

“So, what happened to your wing?” He asks after a few seconds. 

“Exile.” You say, you’re not sure how much detail you want to go into. 

“From heaven?” He asks. You nod, your back hurts, you can feel it now the pain were your wing used to be. It’s a dull throbbing pain, you miss it, you miss heaven. You feel tears fall down your face, you reach up to touch them. 

“Does it hurt?” Johnny asks you. You swallow, you don’t want to be a burden, you don’t want to be a problem. You nod anyway. He stands up and goes back into the kitchen behind you. You look back up at the other man Simon, he doesn’t say much, his eyes are always watching you though. He has brown eyes, dark eyes. 

“It’s all we have but it might help.” He says putting 2 little white things down on the table, you look up at him confused. He smiles at you and moves the glass of water over. 

“Paracetamol, pain relief, just swallow them with some water.” You pick them up looking at them in the palm of your hand. 

“There’s no pain in heaven.” You say, you put them in your mouth and take a few sips of water. You’re not sure if you're doing it right but you feel them slide down your throat. You look at the plate of food, brown triangles with something on top of them. It smells nice and it makes your mouth water. 

“Toast.” Johnny says, you look back up at him. “You don’t have to eat it.” 

“I’ve never had food before.” You say. 

“I guess there’s not really that much in heaven.” Simon says. It’s the first time you’ve really heard him speak, his voice is different from Johnnys. 

“There shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away.” Simon shifts as Johnny talks. You smile at him, the words are familiar, like a comfort to your ears. 

“You don’t have to eat the toast.” Simon repeats. You nod, swallowing the lump that's formed in your throat. You don’t think you could eat anything anyway. The rumbling in your stomach feels weird, you’re not sure it’s hunger now. 

“How about a shower and some more rest. You look like you could use it.” You grip the blanket, a shiver runs up your body. You look over at your wing, it’s dirty, blood and mud splattered all over it, you feel stiff. 

“Okay,” you say looking back at them. 

“C’mon, I’ll show you how to use the shower.” You get up following him out back towards the bedroom but he leads you into another room. He goes over pulling the blinds down, you look round the room, there’s a large mirror over the sink. He moves over to start the shower, you hear it run as you turn to look at your back in the mirror. 

When you see the bandage your heart sinks, you can’t stop the feeling, more tears run down your cheek. The bandages are almost as white as your wings. It feels wrong, you’ve lost a limb, more than a limb, your wing. The thing that makes you an angel. You reach round to feel the bandage bracing yourself on the sink. 

“Let me help.” Johnny says coming over to you, he looks sad, but his expression is soft, his hands stretched out. You nod and he moves over to start taking your bandages off. You don’t think you will be able to look at it, face the wound on your skin. As the layers of bandages get removed it makes you feel something new, worse than sadness, worse than anything you’ve ever felt before. 

You don’t care about getting back into heaven, you don’t care about anything you don’t want to be here. As the wound is revealed you feel sick, a sob leaves your throat and you look away. It’s still bright red, nothing left but a stump where your wing used to be and the jagged mark of the Hellhounds teeth. 

You look back again, more tears come and you drop the blanket. Johnny’s hand lands on your shoulder. 

“I’m so sorry,” he says. Why is he saying that he doesn’t have to be sorry. It’s not his fault, it’s your fault. Maybe if he knew what you did he might never want to see you again. Your hand grips the sink, your knuckles turning white, you let out another sob, falling to your knees and putting your face in your hands. 

You can’t stop the crying now, you feel arms come around you. Johnny bends on the floor next to you, you hear the door close behind and look up. A warm hand lands on the top of your back. You hear Simon kneel down behind you.

Johnny's thumb comes to brush tears away, you continue to cry, sniffling as your nose gets stuffy. 

“H-how. How d-do I-I make it s-stop.” You stutter through the sobs. 

“Breathe.” He says. “In through the nose, out through the mouth.” He takes a deep breath to show you. You try to follow, you have to do it a few times before you finally feel a little better. The sobbing turning into little sniffles.

“That's it, good girl.” He smiles his, the whole time Simon has been behind you rubbing your back. His touch is gentle, soft, he’s careful to avoid your wing.

“Let's turn this shower into a bath.” Johnny says, you reach out for him as he moves.

“Stay.” You say, he turns back and smiles at you.

“Not going anywhere.” 

“Lean back,” Simon says gently, his hands moving, gripping your shoulders. You turn in his arms, one hand wraps round your lower back, the other reaching round to pull your shoulder against him. Your palms land flat on his chest, you try to pull your wing against you as tight as you can but it hurts. 

A groan leaves your throat and you relent letting it go limp completely. It falls to the floor reaching all the way over to Johnny. You sob, you can't even control your good wing. You drop your head against his chest.

“Just relax.” He says rubbing the small of your back. The room starts to heat up as steam builds. It clears your nose and it makes you feel sleepy. You think you had the wrong impression of Simon. He's shy, not like his bubbly companion. His embrace is warm though, his touch is nice. 

You hear the tap turn off, Johnny's hand lands on the top of your back. You’re too exhausted to move, everything hurts too much. They should just leave you here, or throw you back out into the forest. 

You’re no use to anyone anymore. 

They don't leave though. Instead Simon picks you up in his arms. Johnny helps move your wing and you’re lowered down into the warm water. You let out an audible moan leaning forward. Johnny puts your wing in the bath too. It's almost too big, you turn to look at them over your wing. 

“Why did you help me?” You ask, your throat feels raw, the words leaving your mouth are quiet. 

“What were we going to do?” Johnny says. “Leave you out in the woods to die?” You hang your head, your cheeks feel raw with tears. 

“Can I?” Johnny asks, you turn to look at him holding a cloth in his hand. You nod. You didn’t expect them to help, you didn’t expect them to stay even though you asked. He squirts something onto the cloth, it smells nice, fresh and floral. 

He starts with your arm, then kneels up to move down to your chest. He moves slowly, always looking at you, checking with you for permission. There are wounds on your chest, cuts, scrapes and bruises. People might look at you and think you were dragged through the forest not dropped from the sky. 

When he reaches your shoulders he passes the cloth to Simon. He’s even more gentle, his other hand lays on your back guiding the cloth so you always know where he’s going to touch next. They avoid your good wing like it’s something fragile, like if they touch it they could break it. You reach over to the top picking out a speck of dirt from the feathers. 

“It's not a clean sever.” Simon says, his hand stopped on your back. It makes you feel sick, bile rises in your throat and you swallow it down. 

“No.” It's all you manage to say. His hand starts to move again. You pick your wing up out of the bath letting the water drip off it. Your wings always reminded you of swans, you remember seeing them once or twice, the way the water drips off your wing reminds you of them. You move it out of the bath, Johnny moves back to give you room as you let it fall to the floor. 

“Can I?” He asks, reaching out slightly. You nod. He hesitates for a second then his hand brushes over the top. 

“So soft.” He says, you flex the muscle for him so he can feel it. It sends shooting pains down your back. His hand moves to your feathers, lacing his fingers through the layers, as he follows them down to the largest ones.

“Beautiful.” He breathes, your eyes follow his hands, you watch his face light up in awe as he continues to feel round the layers. Simon’s hands pick up your hair, cleaning your shoulders and the back of your neck. You tip your head forward letting his hand brush over the sensitive spots. 

A new feeling pools in your stomach, deep down. It’s something you’ve never experienced before. You don’t know how to describe it. Johnny’s hands come off your wing and he reaches for the cloth out of Simon’s hands. 

“How did they do it?” Simon asks, letting your hair fall back round your neck. 

“Hellhound.” You swallow, images of the creature flash into your mind. The dark black fur, the red eyes, the teeth. The teeth that sliced through your flesh and bones like butter. 

“Hellhound?” Johnny asks. Panic pusles through you, your wound hurts, throbbing like it did when your wing was stolen from your body. You reach out gripping the side of the bath forcing out a breath. 

Simon’s warm hand lands on your shoulder.

“We don’t have to talk about it.” He says. You don’t want to talk about it, it just makes things worse. You look over at Johnny who smiles at you washing the blood out of your feathers. He takes his time, his fingers brushing over the gaps where you’ve lost some. They’ll grow back eventually, the thought of your wing not growing back makes a lump form in your throat. 

Eventually the bath gets cold and a shiver runs through your body. Simon says it’s time to get out, into a warm bed for some rest. They help you out of the bath handing you a towel, you use to dry yourself. Simon leaves to go find you some clothes while Johnny stays with you. He rebandages your wound with fresh ones, it hurts, even the most gentle touches send shooting pains through your back.

“Thank you.” You say, you turn to him holding the towel up against your chest. He smiles at you and it warms your heart. Simon comes back with some clothes.

“I think they might be too big.” He says, you smile at him anyway, taking them out his hand. They leave the room for you to change. You’re not sure why, they’ve seen you naked more than covered at this point. 

He was right, the clothes are too big, but you don’t mind, they're clean and warm. By the looks of things he’s ripped a hole in the back of the top, you’re not sure how to put it on. You open the door with it in your hand. They’re both standing there waiting. 

Johnny smiles, taking the shirt out of your hand and helps you get it on. You squeeze your wing through the hole in the back, the shirt is massive on you falling all the way down to your knees. 

“What do you wear in heaven?” Johnny asks. 

“Nothing. Sometimes robes.” You say as they lead you to the bedroom you woke in. 

“I guess there's no embarrassment in heaven.” Johnny chuckles. You sigh, as soon as you see the bed you feel tired, like your limbs are suddenly made of lead. You walk round to the side of the bed to see the glass you broke has already been cleaned up. 

“If there’s anything you need, you just have to ask.” Simon says from the end of the bed. 

“Stay.” You say looking up at him, then back to Johnny standing in front of you. You don’t know what you want but you know you don’t want to be alone. Suddenly you feel guilt, you’re not sure why, you look down at your feet. 

Johnny’s hand comes up to your chin pulling your head up to look at him. 

“We’ll stay, let Simon lock up the house and we’ll stay.” He says, smiling at you, it makes the guilt wash away, you don’t know how he does it. He encourages you to get into bed. You have to lie on your good side or your stomach. Both options are not great. 

You somehow manage to settle for somewhere in between. Johnny gets under the covers with you, but he keeps his distance. You look over at the end of the bed to see Simon is already gone. 

“Get some rest. You’ll feel better in the morning.” He says. You turn to him and smile, relaxing your head down on the pillow. You yawn, that's a new feeling, it makes your body feel all sleepy. Johnny reaches down pulling the duvet up to your armpits. You let your wing rest outside of the covers. 

“Thank you Johnny. You don’t have to be so kind.” You say, your eyes feeling heavy. 

“Shh, just sleep.” He says, lowering his voice as your eyes close. 

…

He hears Simon come into the room and swings out of the bed going to meet him in the doorway. You fell asleep quickly, your body relaxing into the pillows, your mouth tipped open and you started to drool. 

“What did you tell Price?” He asks, trying to keep his voice low. 

“Family emergency.” Simon replies. 

“And he bought that?” Johnny says, raising an eyebrow.

“No Johnny, then I told him an angel had landed in our back yard and he said ‘hey, take as much time off as you need.’” Simon says his voice laced with sarcasm. Johnny tuts wrapping his arm round Simon’s waist. 

“What do you think we should do?” Johnny asks, looking over at you. 

“I don’t know.” Simon replies. “Isn’t there anything in that book of yours?”

“Oh yeah, the bible has a whole section on what to do when a fallen angel lands in your yard. There’s a Q and A page and everything.” He says matching Simon’s sarcasm. Simon sighs, shaking his head but wraps his arm round Johnny’s back. 

“Maybe we could find a way to send her back?” Simon asks.

“She said she was exiled. I don’t think they want her back.” Johnny says, sighing. They both stand there watching you, your wing rising and falling with each breath. 

“What if she finds out about us?” Simon asks eventually. 

“What do you mean?” Johnny asks, frowning and looking up at him. 

“You know.” He sighs like he’s trying to avoid saying it. “Last I heard the bible wasn’t big on being gay.” 

Johnny tuts sighing again. “It’s not like that. I’ve tried telling you.” 

“Yeah well up until 48 hours ago I didn’t believe anything even existed.” Simon shrugs. Johnny sighs, reaching up to pull his face to look at him. He smiles seeing Simon’s golden eyes twinkle in the evening sun pouring through the windows. 

“I love you, Simon Riley. No angel or god is going to change that.” Johnny says. Simon raises an eyebrow. Johnny reaches up to kiss him, turning in his arm and running his hands to the back of his neck. 

Simon moans in his mouth and they both hear you move in bed. They break from the kiss, looking over at you, you’re still sleeping. 

“Go get some sleep, I can stay with her.” Johnny says. Simon sighs, his thumb coming up to brush Johnny’s cheek. 

“No falling in love with the fallen angel.” He says kissing his forehead. 

“Right back at you sweetheart.” Johnny says, squeezing his ass. Simon tuts shaking his head and turns back down the hall. Johnny moves back over to the bed. The old bed creaks as he moves to lay down. He watches you for a moment, you don’t stair, he turns on his side so he’s face to face with you. 

You are very beautiful, which hasn’t been helped by you being naked most of the time. He knows Simon’s been looking too, he’s not as subtle as he likes to think. He has so many questions, he doesn’t even know where to start. Right now they just need to help you recover. Hope you can recover. 

Maybe he should pray, or maybe not, maybe you did something horrible and they’ve just taken a murderer under their roof. You don’t look like a murderer. He reaches out to touch your wing, it’s so soft, the feathers feel so light, he can’t imagine how you could fly with something that looks so delicate. 

It twitches, he sees the muscles on the top of the wing tense and it stretches out landing over him like a blanket. It’s warm, there’s heat radiating off it, he looks back over at you still sleeping. He smiles and reaches over to brush the hair fallen on your face. 

‘No falling in love with the fallen angel.’ Simon’s voice rings in his head. Too late.

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omg.. wait for your valentines event could you please to like frat/playboy! katsuki x soft/nerd! reader (who could also look so fucking hot and gorgeous omggg😫)

so basically they’re just at a party and katsuki finds the reader hot but doesn’t know it’s actually the reader so he goes up to them asking them their name and stuff and then he realizes he knows the reader from their classes together and also realizes he’s in love /w her 😫😫

playboy…frat boy,,,katsuki…. i’m… ugh melting. i love this man so much IM MELTINGGGG. also… aha… sorry for taking this long.. SCHOOL OS ACTUALLY KICK MY BUM BUM SIXTH FORM IS GETTING SERIOUS GUYSS!!! but i’ll put my whole attention into tasks again guys.. sorry if this is really bad lowkey think i’ve lost my sparkle for writing but dw it will come back soon!! suggestive, references to corruption kink, gender neutral reader, use of pretty, sexy, succubus (lmao). 1.1k words!

stephanie; katsuki bakugou

katsuki should be at the library with you right now, you both had agreed to go to continue doing research for the project you were assigned to do together, but katsuki had other plans.

one that involved a hell of a lot of alcohol, cheap valentines decorations and someone to… relax him for the night.

in all honesty, he was avoiding you. something weird was happening, where everytime you grazed him with your soft skin, every look you gave him with those sparkling eyes, all of it, all of you, were starting to make him feel off. as though he wanted to protect you, but also ruin you.

you’re just so delicate, everything about you is the complete opposite of him, kind, loving, gentle, sweet, something about it made him so… possessive of you.

he didn’t know when this actually started to appear, he just knew that the last time you spoke to him in class got him sweating buckets to the point where even fucking shoto (the most socially inept) realised something was off with him.

so, here he was, blowing you off and ignoring your texts to come here. alone. how fucking fun.

katsuki’s carmine eyes whisked through the crowd, trying to find someone who will help him forget all of his woe’s about you and whatever this weird feeling that was bubbling inside of him, until they landed on…you.

well, yes you, but it wasn’t like he knew it was you since you looked completely different.

you were perfect, outfit way too tight and body way too perfect. you looked down right sexy, practically like a succubus waiting to suck his soul but one that had some form of gentleness to you.

regardless, he wasn’t exactly waiting to figure you out, he just needed a quick fuck for the night to get his stress out.

and so, he began to do his signature party trick, the bump and surprise.

he began walking straight towards you, making sure that his gaze was not fixated on you but directly past you until he bumped into you from behind, causing a cute little gasp to leave your lips.

‘reminds me of yn.’ he thought to himself for a split second, quickly trying to rid himself of that thought, of you.

“huh, you bumped into me.” katsuki scoffed, pretending not to be completely flustered as you faced him because damn you looked sexier up close.

those eyes though, felt familiar, they seem to sparkle innocently as he looked at you.

“no, you bumped into me?” you responded softly despite the loud bass of the music almost drowning you out, yet his ear was trained to listen to you.

“guess i need your number so that we can sort this out later.” katsuki smirked, fishing his phone out of his pocket and handing it to you.

“you already have my number, remember? especially since you’re kinda blowing me off right now.” you pouted slightly as you sighed.

“wait, have we fucked before?” katsuki’s answered back confusingly, glancing between all the people he was blowing off right now on his phone and your face.

“what, no?! bakugou, do you not recognise me?” you scoffed.

“um, no?” katsuki gruffed out, tired of all these games. he just wanted to take you to his bed, set you down on the bed and ravage you.

“it’s me, y/n l/n?” you responded sassily, your hands on your hip as you rolled your eyes.

katsuki’s eyes widened, how, in any single universe did he approach you out of every single girl at this fucking function?

you didn’t look anything like you did in school, you were all dolled up, wore something that showed your figure and something that made you look so… fuckable.

not to say that you in school isn’t already a pretty little thing in katsuki’s eyes, but this party-look painted you in a whole different light that was intoxicating to him, dangerous even.

“there’s no way in hell, out of every girl i could’ve approached, it was.. you.” he spoke slowly.

“don’t make it sound like it’s such a terrible thing.” you cutely looked to the side, your face slightly falling.

fuck, even when you were upset you were cute as hell.

‘what the fuck is wrong with me?’ katsuki thought frustratingly.

you kept invading his mind, etched into his soul and locked into his heart. nothing ever overshadowed his constant thoughts of you and no matter how much he tried to look at other people, flirt with others and get into bed with them, he truly couldn’t because every single time, his heart would come back to you.

he fucking hated it.

but, more so, he was scared of it and thus, scared of you.

not like he would ever admit that, he’s katsuki fucking bakugou for crying out loud.

“are you ok?” you asked him.

“i.. don’t fucking know. why are you everywhere, yn? i keep.. seeing you and thinking of you.” katsuki responded, his blush intensifying.

“what.. are you trying to say bakugou?” you looked confused.

“call me katsuki.” katsuki looked to the side, his face almost completely red now.

“ok, katsuki, what are you trying to say?” you asked once more.

ok, that was a mistake, if katsuki was flustered before, now he was completely ruined hearing his first name leave your pretty lips.

“i.. don’t know. it’s valentine’s day or whatever and for some reason the universe brought us together right now so, take a fucking guess.” katsuki scoffed.

“you want me?” you said excitedly, smiling widely as your once unattainable crush seemed to finally feel within your reach.

“depends on what your answer, damn it, katsuki bakugou does not get rejected.” his confidence was now increasing as he saw how elated you were at the prospect of being with him.

“only if you ask me properly.” you teased.

“fucks sake, ok, yn l/n, these past few project meetings had me feeling a type of way i never knew i could feel. you’re gorgeous, and i think now i realise that you aren’t only cute but sexy as fuck. not just that though, you’re kind, you’re smart, you have a hell of a lot of resilience and will power, all in all, you are the dream person for me. so, will you like, be my fucking valetines or something?” katsuki smirked

“yes!” you squealed, running to wrap your arms around his extremely toned torso.

katsuki was slightly surprised, of course he had been touched before - a hell of a lot of times actually - but, this hug you gave him just felt different. a lot more personal and intimate, oddly enough, he loved it all the same.

“you smell so good.” you sighed, immediately pausing as embarrassment flushes your entire being.

“is that so? wanna see how good i smell without these clothes on?” katsuki smirked.

“we just got together! also, i need you to promise me something.” you rolled your eyes yet your tone changed to something more sincere.

“yeah?”

“that you’ll stop with kissing all these other girls.” you sighed.

“kissing- honey, i do a lot more than kiss-“

“don’t wanna hear it! just want you to promise me you’ll stop.” you put your palm up to signify that you wanted him to stop.

“i promise.” katsuki replied, looking straight into your eyes, all that the present was warmth, kindness and love.

katsuki was new to this but he would definitely try, anything for you.

[spiderb00]

- STUPID GAME

Hong Eunchae x 6 member!reader 

“Eunchae didn't know how to express her feelings. Good you were there” 

Genre – Fluff  Warnings –  none  (request)

Now playing – Seasons, by Wave To Earth 

You never questioned your relationship with any of the girls, least of all with Eunchae. You and Eunchae have always been closer, not just because you're the youngest of the Le Sserafim girls, but because you've always got on well, always laughing at the same jokes, talking about the same subjects, facing your fears together...  

This has always strengthened your relationship, you love Eunchae, and you know that despite loving all the girls equally, you still felt a little different about maknae. You never knew what it was, but you were always more excited by Eunchae's presence than usual, you loved listening to the girl talk, you loved the moments you had together. And that's why you didn't understand at all when things changed between you.  

Things started to get strange a little over a week ago, when Yunjin had the stupid idea of playing truth or dare. There were few people in the circle, so it was logical that the bottle didn't have many targets to hit, and that's how it all started. At some point you remember Yunjin spinning the bottle, and you vividly remember her stopping at Eunchae.  

When the maknae chose the challenge, everyone in the room celebrated, happy to have a bit of excitement in the evening, but you also remember the celebrations turning into whispers when Yunjin unpretentiously (you're sure she didn't) dared Eunchae to kiss you. You remember little, but you certainly remember how ghostly pale the maknae looked, her eyes were wide, and you're sure you saw her gulp as she stared at you.  

You remember Eunchae coming closer to you, crawling up to stand in front of your face, you remember whispering something like; “We don't have to do this if you don't want to”. But it was too late, and Eunchae's hands pulled you into a sweet kiss.   

Her lips were soft, and tasted like strawberries. You remember melting into the kiss, your shoulders relaxing and the feeling of Eunchae's hands on your face could be one of the best things you've ever experienced. The atmosphere there was so good that you almost felt your heart stop beating when Eunchae broke the kiss.   

And then everything changed.   

It had been a week since you and Eunchae had shared a kiss in that silly game, and since then, everything had been a bit of a mess. You felt awkward, Eunchae seemed to avoid you as much as possible and you had no idea what to do. Even with the girls 

around you constantly making jokes and making you laugh, you still felt an emptiness in your chest, that wrong feeling.   

You used to make Eunchae laugh, the two of you used to laugh until the muscles in your cheeks were sore and you were both on the floor while holding your bellies. But now, Eunchae barely looks at you, always giving an excuse not to be around you or anything that involves the two of you. You didn't know what you'd done wrong, you thought things would get better over the days, but they stayed the same.   

The girls had gone out to buy food while you were watching TV and Maknae was taking a nap in her room. Honestly, you weren't even paying attention to the movie anymore, your mind lost in thoughts of Eunchae. Every time the memories of that night ran through your brain, you felt sick, a sense of loss and longing for more that you couldn't explain.   

Hearing footsteps, you turned around on the sofa, looking at a sleepy Eunchae, who was oblivious to your gaze as she scratched her eyes, cute. When the younger girl finally laid eyes on you, she froze. The footsteps stopped and Eunchae's big eyes were now staring at you, you're sure you saw her swallow dry before continuing to walk to the kitchen.  

What the hell is wrong with this girl?  

“The girls went out to buy food.” You said, making Eunchae straighten her posture, almost as if she was tense just hearing your voice. “I asked them to bring your favorite...” You continued, absent-mindedly fiddling with the hem of the sweatshirt you were wearing.   

“Thanks...” Eunchae replied, her head down as she stared at the kitchen counter.  

You frowned. It was clear that things weren't normal between you and Eunchae, but you wanted to know why! Eunchae is acting strange while you're trying to do things the normal way, as it used to be.   

“You can't even look me in the eye? Really?” You asked, making the maknae raise her head and look at you with an indecipherable look.   

“I don't know what you're talking about...” You let out a sarcastic laugh, not even waiting for Eunchae to finish her sentence properly before interrupting her.   

“Seriously, Eunchae! You're the only one who's strange here.” You said as you rose from your seat on the sofa. Fury taking over you.  

Striding into the kitchen, you stopped in front of Eunchae, staring at the girl across the counter as if you were about to plunge a dagger into her chest. “You're the only one who's been walking away from me for the last few days, and I don't even know what I did to you!”   

“You haven't done anything...”   

 “Well, that's clearly a lie, or you wouldn't be avoiding me as if I had a FUCKING CONTAGIOUS DISEASE!” You shouted, hitting the counter and making Eunchae frown at you.  

“MAYBE I HAVE ANOTHER PROBLEM, YOU KNOW?! YOU'RE NOT THE CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE!” Eunchae shouted back, and although she tried to look tough, you could see the tears starting to well up in her eyes.   

“GET IT OUT! IF I'M NOT THE PROBLEM, TELL ME WHAT IS!”  

“OKAY, IT'S YOU! HAPPY? YOU'RE MY PROBLEM! YOU AND YOUR RIDICULOUS LIPS, YOU AND YOUR PRETTY FACE! YOU! I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU!”  

When Eunchae's screams ceased, the silence was loud. Anything could be heard, even if a needle fell on the floor. You and Eunchae stared at each other, the tears in the younger girl's eyes were about to fall and her breathing was ragged. It was strange to think that you were watching a comedy show just a few seconds ago, before you bought this fight.   

“Eunchae...”  

“Do you know how long I've wanted to do that, Yn? Kissing you was liberating, but then it hit me hard. I didn't want to lose my best friend, not for some stupid feeling...”  

“It's not stupid.” You approached, going around the counter just to be closer to Eunchae. “You should have told me, Machae.”  

Raising your hands, you held Eunchae's cheeks, wiping away the tears that fell. Seeing the slight smile you flashed, Eunchae thought that maybe she had a chance not to have ruined your friendship, that maybe you still wanted to be friends with her, even if she had feelings for you.  

Poor, clueless girl.   

It was only when your lips met Eunchae's again that she was able to understand what you had said. The feel of your lips on hers made her mind float away, wanting more of a good thing. The maknae's hands found your waist, and she held onto your sweatshirt as she brought her body closer to yours. The warmth of the contact made Eunchae sigh into the kiss, which, much to her chagrin, made you pull away.  

“You're very clueless sometimes, Machae.” You say, laughing as you kiss her lips.  

“You mean we're dating?” With puppy eyes, Eunchae looked at you, tugging at the hem of your sweatshirt as she waited for your answer. 

“God, I deserve it.” 

hi guys, how are you?

I only slept an hour today and I'm going crazy LOL.

Seriously, my sleep schedule is out of whack, and I was up almost all night. Today I'll be surviving on coffee and energy drinks, super healthy, right?

Just kidding guys, but this is going to be the only way I can attend classes today, so wish me luck.

Oh, I forgot. I'm in love with Megan, not that I wasn't before, but after that live, I'm on another level. I also saw another video of her with black hair at Emily's bday and I freaked out!

Anyway, I love this girl. I love you too, so stay safe and drink some water

xoxo, spider.