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crushpunky · 3 days ago

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social media!reader and joe’s first “lesson”

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Joe hated social media. I mean, he liked posting about things he liked and seeing what his friends and people he followed posted, but that was about it. He didn’t like reading comments or answering dms or god forbid doing some stupid Tik-Tok trend. It all just felt so pointless.

Well, unfortunately, his team disagreed.

“You need to… really improve your social media.” Joe’s manager told him with a sigh as she scrolled through his latest Instagram posts and stories.

“What are you talking about? I am great at… social medias.” Joe scoffed, leaning back in his chair as he crossed his arms over his broad chest. Joe’s manager stopped her scrolling before looking up at Joe with a quirked brow.

“Joe, this is an actual picture that you posted yesterday on your story,” Joe’s manager sighed as she turned her phone to show Joe his picture. It was a picture of him and one of his high school friends out at a bar, though based on the blurriness of the photo as well as the fact that half of Joe’s face was cropped out, it would be quite difficult to discern that.

“That’s a great photo.” Joe said simply.

“You misspelled your friend’s username and just tagged some random account.” Joe’s manager sighed. “And how did you add a .5 second snippet of a song from the Lion King? I didn’t even know that that was possible.”

“Alright, alright! Fine.” Joe groaned, running a hand through his hair.

“Well, we have two options: either we can have someone take control of your accounts—” Joe’s manager started.

“No. Absolutely not.” Joe said. “That’s for like… famous people. I don’t want that shit. I can handle myself.”

“Joseph, whether you like it or not, you are famous. You are a famous figure. This stuff matters.” Joe’s manager said. Joe propped his elbows up onto the table before dropping his head into his hands with an exaggerated sigh.

“What’s the second option?” Joe mumbled into his hands.

“You can work with a social media assistant who can help you to curate your online presence.” Joe’s manager explained as she tapped through her phone. “She’ll show you how to use each of the platforms, how to keep an organized online space, and keep you up to date on the trends.”

“So, this is like a person’s job?” Joe asked, peeking up from his hands. “Helping clueless people figure out how to use the internet?”

“Yes,” Joe’s manager smirked, “and she’s quite good at it, see?”

Joe’s manager turned her phone around once more to show Joe an Instagram feed. Each of the columns and rows were well organized, fresh and authentic, yet classic and sophisticated. However, while Joe’s manager might have been expecting him to look at the well maintained account, Joe found his eyes locked squarely on the girl behind the page: y/n.

“So, uh, this is her?” Joe stammered, reaching out to scroll through his manager’s phone. As he scrolled and scrolled, more photos of her filled the screen. Pictures of her and her friends, her on vacation on a beach, her sitting in a bookstore, her lounging by the pool—

“We’re going with option two then?” Joe’s manager said with a small giggle as she pulled her phone back, Joe blinking harshly as he returned back to the present.

“Uh, yeah, option two is good.” Joe said, swallowing harshly as he nodded.

“Alrighty then,” Joe’s manager smirked, “we’ll get started on Friday.”

Joe sat in the cafe, anxiously drumming his fingers against the table. It was a lowkey spot about an hour outside of Cincinnati, far enough away to keep their meeting away from the prying eyes of the public but still close enough to give Joe some amount of comfort knowing he wasn’t too far from home. Surprisingly, Joe’s manager had been the one to suggest the two of them meet here. Something about y/n being a “chill girl” and “the two of them should get to know each other outside of the confines of an office”. He had a suspicion she had noticed his reaction to her profile and decided to stir the pot known as Joe’s romantic life… not that he was complaining, though, it had been a while.

Suddenly, the front door to the cafe swung open. The bell chimed throughout the space as a girl walked in, her eyes warm as she scanned around the cafe before finally landing on Joe. Joe smiled gently, standing from his seat as y/n approached the table.

“Hi, you must be Joe.” Y/n grinned, offering her hand out. Joe took it, his much larger hand enveloping hers as he shook her hand. His brain paused, continuing to shake her hand as he noticed the softness of her hands gentle against the calluses that marred his palms. Once he noticed, he quickly stopped, causing y/n to giggle, her laughter almost melodic.

“Sorry, yes I am Joe.” Joe chuckled, clearing his throat before he sunk back into his chair. “You must be y/n.”

“That I am.” Y/n said as she sat across from him, resting her forearms on the tabletop. She fiddled with the various rings adorning her fingers as she continued to look at him, a gentle smile on her lips. The light shined through the windows of the cafe, casting the girl in front of him in a beautiful, golden glow.

“So, uh, do you— would you like something to drink?” Joe asked, running a hand through his hair. As his fingers combed through his locks, a single curl fell perfectly on his forehead.

“Uh, sure. That would be great.” Y/n said sweetly.

“Whatever you want, it’s on me.” Joe said, reaching into his pocket for his wallet.

“An iced matcha with oat milk would be nice. Thank you.” Y/n smiled, twisting one of her rings around her finger.

“Ok, yeah. I’ll be right back.” Joe cleared his throat before heading over to the counter. As he went up to order, y/n began preparing her “lesson” for Joe, opening up her Instagrams, the cute presentation she’d thrown together, even a little printout she specifically made for Joe. Y/n put together the final touches of her set up, setting out a bright orange pen for Joe (he probably liked orange, right?), just as Joe returned to the table.

“Is this supposed to be green?” Joe asked, peeking at y/n’s drink in the sunlight. In his other hand he held his own drink: a plain, black coffee. A boring but foolproof classic.

“Yes, it looks perfect!” Y/n smiled, taking the drink from him. “Thank you, Joe.”

“Yeah, n– no problem.” Joe stammered, his heart skipping a beat the moment his name left her lips so sweetly. Y/n took a sip, humming to herself as she savored it.

“This is really good, you killed it on the ordering.” Y/n teased. Joe chuckled a bit to himself, swirling his coffee cup on the tabletop.

“Dang, maybe I should’ve got that instead.” Joe said as he took a sip of coffee, the bitter liquid sliding down his throat.

“You can try some, if you’d like.” Y/n said, sliding the cup across the table towards Joe. His eyes flicked down to the green drink in front of him before looking back up at the smile on y/n’s face. Joe reached out hesitantly, lifting the cup to his lips. He took a small sip, the grassy drink causing his brow to furrow as he swallowed.

“Do you like it?” Y/n asked, blinking at Joe as he smacked his lips slightly. He sat the drink back down, mulling over the taste.

“It’s… interesting.” Joe shrugged simply. “Don’t think I’ve had anything like that before.”

“Wow, you’re already learning so much.” Y/n teased as she took a sip of her drink. Joe chuckled, leaning against the table as he scanned over the various materials y/n had spread out across the tabletop.

“Well, I did come here to learn.” Joe said, his fingers reaching for the orange pen. He spun the pen between his fingers as y/n spun her computer around to show him the presentation she’d made for today. It was a cutesy pink background with various photos and stickers, even a few football and tiger ones she’d added for Joe.

“And I came here to teach.” Y/n said, clearing her throat dramatically as she slid one of the printouts towards Joe. As she launched into her “lesson”, Joe tried his best to follow along, but he kept finding himself getting distracted by the excitement that arose on her face as she spoke enthusiastically about posts queues or story formats. His eyes lingered on the way she fiddled with the necklace that rested atop her collarbones, his stomach feeling the slight buzz of butterflies over the almost childlike wonder he found himself entrapped in.

Before he knew it, y/n was closing her laptop before turning to him with a warm smile on her face.

“So, do you have any questions?” She said sweetly, Joe blinking blankly back at her.

“Oh, uh, I don’t think so.” Joe stammered, fiddling with the orange pen between his fingers.

“Do you maybe want to practice?” Y/n said.

“Practice?” Joe asked.

“Yeah, show me how you’d… post an Instagram story.” Y/n smiled, gesturing to Joe’s phone that sat on the table between them. Joe’s eyebrows raised, nodding to himself as he picked up his phone. He opened the Instagram app, fumbling a bit through the screens until he got to the Story tab.

“Just… take a picture?” Joe asked, to which y/n nodded excitedly. With a deep breath, Joe lifted his phone. He focused the camera on y/n, the bright light filtering in through the windows and highlighting her face beautifully.

“Oh, you don’t have to take a picture of me—” y/n started, but Joe already pressed the “capture” button. His flash went off, nearly blinding y/n because of the already very bright room. Y/n blinked quickly, her eyes adjusting back to the light.

“Sorry, I didn’t— I don’t know what happened.” Joe swallowed as he looked down at his phone. The photo was entirely blurry, Joe’s shaky hands combined with the fact that y/n was in the middle of talking, making it almost entirely impossible to make out what was happening. It also didn’t help that his finger was blocking half the photo or that the flash made it way too bright.

“It’s ok, it’s ok.” Y/n said, peering at Joe’s phone as he frowned down at the photo in his hands. Joe sighed, running a hand down his face with a groan.

“How about we try again and I’ll walk you through it.” Y/n said, nodding gently to Joe.

“Yeah, ok. That’s a good idea.” Joe nodded, closing out the photo and returning back to the camera.

“So, first let’s turn off your flash.” Y/n said, tapping a fingernail on the top of Joe’s phone. His fingers hovered over the top of the screen, searching for the flash, a confused look on his face.

“I… I don’t— where is that?” Joe asked, looking up at y/n hesitantly. Y/n stood from her seat, rounding the table to stand next to Joe. Her shoulder brushed against his, the soft floral scent of her perfume immediately filling Joe’s lungs in a way that made it difficult to focus as she tapped away on his phone.

“Got it?” She said, turning to him, Joe’s eyes already focused on the profile of her face.

“Oh, yeah. Yeah.” Joe nodded, his eyes flicking to her lips before his attention returned to the camera in front of him. His fingers rested slightly above the phone screen in his hand.

“So… you wanna take a picture?” Y/n whispered with a slight giggle.

“Yeah, sorry.” Joe murmured as he focused his camera on the table in front of them. He zoomed in, pushing his coffee cup forward to sit next to y/n’s matcha, adjusting his posture once more before finally snapping the photo.

“Oh my god, you did it!” Y/n said, bumping her shoulder against Joe’s as she let out an excited squeal.

“I did it,” Joe said simply, grinning slightly to himself. “Now what do I do?”

“Well usually you would press the post button, but—” y/n said as she pointed to the button in the corner, but before she could finish Joe pressed the button. The photo closed, loading quickly as it was posted to his story.

“But we don’t need to do that…” y/n finished, blinking at Joe’s phone as he tapped onto the posted story. He swiped up, showing that already within seconds the story had garnered hundreds of views. Joe groaned, putting his phone face down on the table as he rested his face in his hands.

“It’s fine, it’s ok!” Y/n said earnestly, placing a hand on Joe’s back. “We can delete it… I mean people have already seen it, but it’s not that big of a deal. We just know for next time, right?”

“I’m helpless.” Joe sighed as he lifted his head from his hands. Y/n let out a small chuckle as she returned back to her seat opposite him.

“Hey,” y/n said, reaching a hand across the table to rest on Joe’s forearm gently, “you’re still learning. You’ll get there, I promise.”

Joe felt goosebumps spread across his skin under y/n’s touch as he moved to meet y/n’s comforting gaze.

“Thanks. Thanks for doing all this.” Joe said, gesturing to the materials spread across the tabletop.

“No problem, it’s seriously my pleasure.” Y/n grinned, retracting her hand to rest in front of her.

“So… same time next week?” Joe said, a small smirk spreading across his lips.

“Same time next week.” Y/n smiled, her sweet grin causing his heart to skip a beat once more.

#joe burrow x reader #joe burrow x social media!reader #social media!reader

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sweetreasures · 1 day ago

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our little star

pornstar!mingi x gn pornstar!reader

director!hongjoong, implied seonghwa x reader, casting/filming, tears mention (no dacryphilia), unprotected sex, creampie, petnames (mingi loves calling reader doll, babydoll, etc)

[minors dni, ageless blogs will be blocked]

mingi led hongjoong into the studio by the forearm, rambling excitedly about this new talent he’s discovered who is going to take his art to the next level. hongjoong wasn’t exactly in the market to acquire anyone new, much less someone as inexperienced in the industry as you. no, no, he fought back against mingi’s insistence. it would be too hard to break in a new performer at the moment.

but mingi assured his friend (and boss) that you were different. he’d seen you in action, spotting your profile on a website and scrolling through the videos as if studying a portfolio. your equipment was lacking, and the camera quality needed some work, but what mingi noticed first was how earnest you were. the scenes you performed with your partners—no matter the subject—were filled with passion. conviction. you believed in it, and mingi immediately recognized you as one of them. an artist.

you arrived an half hour earlier, wanting to gain your bearings before being presented with whatever business opportunity awaited you. seonghwa met you at the door.

“of course,” seonghwa replied following your brief self introduction. he seemed kind, reliable, and had already set off at work to make you more comfortable.

“what do you do around here…seonghwa?”

he gestured vaguely at the makeshift office surrounding you two. “behind the scenes stuff.”

you expected this answer the least. seonghwa was probably the most beautiful man you have ever seen in your life, and you were baffled as to how khj studios bagged someone like him when he could very easily be a mainstream celebrity. and then he tells you he’s only there to do paperwork?!

“i’ve known hongjoong forever. he said i was the only person he trusted with his money,” seonghwa leaned back in his chair and laughed softly. lying in his lap was a manila file folder, a couple sheets of paper notably sticking out from the sides. you could barely make out its text but you figured it must have something to do with you.

this was an audition, after all. and you couldn’t believe your luck.

mingi contacted you first. or rather, daddylongdick99. your eyes rolled when the message first arrived inside the inbox. it wasn’t abnormal to receive an influx of emails after you posted a new video—usually invitations for collaborations, desperate pleas for you to cream on them, or otherwise incoherent strings of words typed by a man who undoubtedly had one hand wrapped around his dick.

in actuality, daddylongdick99’s message hadn’t piqued your attention enough to open it. days passed without any response from your end. mingi was growing impatient—what was taking you so long? the letter was beautifully written and quite provocative. mingi knew you were at least somewhat aware of him, your circles running close in this industry niche. what more did you want from him, proof that he was the real deal?

the next day, he sent you another message. it was the first to show up when you checked your inbox for the day, and you were unexpectedly pleased to see the familiar username. the body of this message was empty except for two images. neither of his face—mingi hadn’t thought that far ahead. image one was a mirror shot: a figure sat on the bed, thick and rideable legs spread. his cock rested lazily against his chiseled abdomen. it was gorgeous, well groomed and reaching just above his belly button despite only being somewhat aroused. the flash from his phone obscured his upper body in the mirror.

in image two, the figure was lying down. the mirror replaced with his large hands choking his cock. his fingers were adorned in black and white silver rings. the camera flash reflected vividly off of the slick surface of his member, which now stood fully erect. shaft perfectly straight and longer than average, you noticed the vein pattern on the underside seemed tailor made to provide the perfect texture along anyone’s inside walls. the motion of the photo showed he was mid stroke, aided with a substance that looked equally of lube and semen.

daddylongdick69 was far from an exaggeration.

mingi’s plan technically worked—you still had zero idea who he was (and he’d be the first to acknowledge the apparent hubris of believing you would just from the sight of his penis). but you remembered the first message you brushed off the other day, quickly searching through your inbox to locate it.

upon spotting nothing more than a block of text, you were disappointed to say the least. but a name at the very end stood out to you. the fine hairs on your neck perked at their roots.

“song mingi. signed under khj studios.”

your breath hitched. kim hongjoong was an established indie pornographer, lovingly nicknamed “erotica’s darling”. his operation was relatively small, but he dominated when it came to producing depictions of sexuality akin to a choreographed dance. where the characters were as integral to its enticing style as the stars who portray them. you adopted a similar philosophy when you began filming, and had spent quite some time honing your skill for framing intimacy and intercourse in a way that told stories.

you knew of song mingi—one of khj’s principle actors. unfortunately, not enough to recognize the sight of his magnificent cock. but due to hongjoong’s secretive entry process for new talents, his roster was pretty small. it was rumored that hongjoong had to handpick you himself—his current team consisting potentially of people he met in bars or through random hookups. in any case, you were in awe at how in synch everyone was in delivering hongjoong’s art into the world.

the truth was far simpler. hongjoong wasn’t the most trusting person in the world, but he wasn’t in the cia either. to become a khj studio performer you kinda just had to be in the right place at the right time.

and there you were.

seonghwa briefly glanced at the clock on the wall—3:21 PM—before turning his attention back to you. he thought for a second, pushing himself up to his feet and walking to a corner of the office. there was a stationary camera set up on a tripod. removing the camera, seonghwa instructed you to sit on the couch in front of him.

“oh classic! the casting couch.” you quipped playfully. seonghwa laughed again. you were growing to like his laugh.

“i’m just getting your profile together with a few pictures. mind removing your clothes?” he uncapped the cover from the lens.

you raised an eyebrow quizzically, a bit alarmed by his urgency. you hadn’t even talked to hongjoong yet. you didn’t even know whether he was willing to give you the time of day.

sensing your uncertainty, seonghwa rested a comforting hand on your thigh. “you have something special. he’s going to love you.“ you both exchanged affirmative nods before you arose to strip.

it wasn’t exactly embarrassing to stand before seonghwa naked. your videos regularly garnered thousands of views—you sort of assumed most people in your niche have already seen you in a much more intimate state. but the way seonghwa looked at your body as he moved around you with his camera was deliberate and careful. he instructed you into various positions, each pose focused on different silhouettes and angles. seonghwa maintained a distance from you, as if photographing a one of a kind painting, too scared that any sudden movement would tear a hole in the precious canvas.

but you remained nervous nonetheless—as the afternoon progressed, you slowly realized how important this meeting was. if you wanted to build your credibility in the industry, this was it. and yet the exclusivity shrouding hongjoong in mystery left you with a thousand questions. you had yet to hear from anyone what you were meant to do today.

after a couple of shots, seonghwa had you sit down normally, knees together and facing him. he instructed you to look natural, explaining that he wanted to take the profile portrait. you followed his directions perfectly, though you had no idea what to do with your face, opting for a neutral but approachable expression.

to your surprise, seonghwa reached out to caress your cheek. he ran his thumb over your plump bottom lip, gazing down at you with a warmth you couldn’t quite place.

“still nervous?”

“no…”

“then where’s that smile, sweetheart?”

the door opened and in walked two new individuals, both of whom you knew without introduction, and both of whom looked down at the two of you with puzzled expressions.

“i don’t pay you to fuck the talent, hwa.” hongjoong remarked, annoyed. seonghwa capped his camera, rolling his eyes in your direction at his boss’s temperament.

mingi extended a hand to shake yours, “that would be my job, actually! nice to meet you.” you half expected someone with the username daddylongdick99 to carry himself with insufferable audacity. but mingi was very sweet and incredibly talkative, filling up most of your downtime while hongjoong and seonghwa deliberated over your pictures.

he knew a lot about your work. “i really loved the way you used gold to symbolize innocence. no matter what your character went through, her soul was never tarnished.”

“exactly…like pure gold.”

mingi nods enthusiastically.

you realized it right then—that these people understood your art just as much as they did hongjoong’s. you agreed to perform a scene with him, infinitely more comfortable now that you felt seen. mingi quickly stripped off his own clothes to match your state of undress. the two of you continued your discussion like old friends who casually arranged to meet for lunch.

“we’re sort of short on time right now. how ready are you?” hongjoong pointed at you, once again commanding everyone’s attention in the room.

“ready? i mean…very?” you shot a confused glance at mingi.

“he wants to know how wet you are, doll.”

“ahh.”

you didn’t even need to touch yourself to know you were soaked down to the cushion, but you inserted your hand between your thighs anyway, fingers glistening as they reemerged. hongjoong, seemingly satisfied with the state of your arousal, suggested knocking out two tasks at the same time—he would interview you and get a sense of your strengths as a performer while mingi worked to acclimate you to the size of his cock.

you perched yourself over him, positioning his tip to your entrance. it was on the larger end of cocks that have been inside you, though it wasn’t insanely intimidating. just as you steadied yourself to lower down, hongjoong began his interview.

name. hometown. years of experience. typical background information. you answered as clearly as possible, your mind alternating between hongjoong’s questions and the increasing fullness in your core. mingi’s eyes were fixed on yours, gauging your pain levels while rubbing comforting circles into your clit.

mingi was almost deceptively large, but you managed well. hongjoong asked whether you thought cum had any merit as an artistic medium on its own. sure. you lowered yourself a couple more inches.

“gah-fuck. yellow.” you inhaled sharply, stilling yourself. mingi took a hold of your waist, preparing to pull out though you hadn’t indicated that you wanted to stop completely.

“sorry…i…” the telltale signs of a blush bloomed from your cheeks. “you felt so good on my clit, i almost squirted.” you admitted, sheepishly.

the boys let out a collective sigh of relief. mingi couldn’t have felt prouder of himself, even after hongjoong smacked him on the side with a piece of mail within arm’s reach. after giving them the okay, you relaxed your pelvis before taking in the final few inches of mingi’s cock.

mingi sat upright to hold you against his chest as he bottomed out, instinctively whispering words of praise in your ear as he felt your walls adjust to his size.

“my babydoll did so good for me. so good.”

you moaned in gratitude.

“i knew you would. your sweet little cunt was made just for me, hm?”

as he spoke, seonghwa retrieved the tripod from its corner. he set it up right in front of you two—standing alongside hongjoong behind the camera.

hongjoong fiddled around with some video settings, “think of this like a screen test.”

mingi carefully reversed your positions on the couch with you now lying beneath him, his cock still resting pretty between your soaked folds.

“i want to see how well you two look together, and i want to see how quickly you can adapt to a scene.”

you and mingi nod eagerly.

“sometimes my vision isn’t exact. i need all of my performers to know when to improvise and keep the scene realistic.”

“in other words,” seonghwa shoots you a knowing wink, “he wants you to make up for his indecisiveness.”

hongjoong opted to ignore seonghwa’s snide comments, instead placing you and mingi in a scene within his work in progress production. you were a grieving woman who had lost your boyfriend years ago. as you fall into a depression, his friend remains by your side to support you during your journey to acceptance. once devoid of libido, you rediscover your sexuality with his help and decide in the end that loving him won’t replace your relationship with your boyfriend.

the most important part was portraying the intercourse in this scene as an outpouring of emotion. hongjoong motioned for mingi to set out on his pace before hitting record.

it didn’t take long for you to sink into character. you grasped at mingi’s hair, bringing him down into a deep kiss.

“fuck me, mingi. i want to feel you.” you gasped. he slowed down just a bit, allowing his length to take in the softness of your pussy and the way you clenched so perfectly around him. tears of pleasure threatened to spill over as your mouth dropped open, choking out a long moan.

“how is it now, doll? can you feel me?”

every fucking inch.

in an instant, he saw that spark in your eye—you were fully immersed. the details you worked into the scene left him in awe; your movements became more hesitant and unsure, in your grief you couldn’t possibly give yourself over completely to the pleasure. especially not with someone who meant so much to your deceased boyfriend. suddenly, your ears reddened. the lewd sounds of sex, the sweaty skin on skin, mingi’s moans as you fucked up against him and the involuntary force guiding your hips to chase your high—all of it was so embarrassing to your character.

hongjoong took notice, as well. he was no longer viewing the scene from the monitor hooked up to their camera. at some point, he had begun watching you intently. mingi was right, you were perfect at this. out of the corner of his eye, he spotted his partner. seonghwa’s hands cupped his jeans, undoubtedly attempting to hide the growing outline of his aroused cock from witnessing the scene before him.

mingi, overcome with a growing desire to protect and care for you, quickened his pace. every thrust a promise that he will always love you just as much as your boyfriend had. you trusted him enough to pin you down to the bed you shared with your boyfriend and fuck you senseless, but not enough to give him your heart? the thought made mingi tear up, and soon the both of you were bucking into each other desperately, whimpering through sobs, releases imminent.

“gonna cum…shit…gonna cum for you, doll. you feel so good around me. so ready for me.” mingi leaned in to suck on your jaw, searching for anything to ground him. he knew the most natural ending of this scene would be to cum inside of you. but he felt himself slipping—mingi never got pussydrunk on the job. cumming inside of you would cause something in his brain to snap.

your walls pulsated around him as your release came over you, soft “thank you”s pouring from your lips as you rode out your orgasm on his cock. mingi thanked his lucky stars that you came first, and was just about to end the scene before you leaned down next to his ear.

“please. please cum in me. make me yours.” you begged as you continued fucking yourself on his cock. he clenched his abdomen, but it was all too futile. for once, mingi couldn’t focus on the scene nor your acting. he was about to make you his.

“i love you,” was all he could manage before you felt him shoot load after load into your cunt. his semen mixed with your juices as it pooled onto mingi’s lap. as the two of you stilled, you took a second to rest your head on mingi’s chest, the faint vibration of his heartbeat tickling at your ear.

seonghwa was the first to break the silence. “well?” he prodded at hongjoong. “how was it?”

“i don’t know, ask yourself. this dork nearly came before either of you.” hongjoong retorted.

mingi carefully lifted you up from his lap, the sudden emptiness sending a chill down your spine. seonghwa removed a robe from a coat rack nearby before kneeling down in front of you. that same warmth on his face brought you down from your orgasm with ease. he took you by the hands and smiled.

“you were just amazing, our little star. now let’s get you cleaned up.” helping you up onto your shaking legs, he wrapped the robe around you and led you to a shower room across the hall.

hongjoong tossed a similar robe at mingi, not caring to be as delicate with his employee as seonghwa.

“where the fuck has talent like that been hiding?” he exclaimed exasperatedly once the two of you were out of earshot. mingi rubbed at the sweat on his chest with the robe before slipping it around his shoulders.

“dude, i told you she was good.”

“and you!” hongjoong continued, his volume growing louder at the opportunity take a dig at mingi. “i love you. i love you.”

mingi’s head fell in his hands at the mocking reminder of his brief moment of vulnerability.

“fuck off.”

part two coming soon

[A/N: if you made it this far, thanks for reading! this blog will be under construction over the next few days as i move things around to make a proper navigational page. i’m also getting a taglist together! if you are interested, please fill out this form!]

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sadsapphic-rose · 3 days ago

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the allure of a long lost prophet

lowkey featuring kidnapper!lottie

word count is 9,424

honestly not totally sure what this is, after episode four of the new season i was kind of struck with inspiration and this was the result

lottie matthews x reader, past and present timelines, mild hints at reader having a bit of a thing for praise but no smut, hurt/comfort kinda?, other canon typical warnings but there’s honestly nothing too crazy, i feel like i’ve written everything pretty mild but i wanted to add the warnings just in case!

if anyone reads, pls PLS be gentle, this is my first time posting anything i’ve written and i’m honestly rlly nervous about it lol

also fair warning i don’t have anyone to edit so it was just me rereading and trying to fix any errors i came across. sorry if there are any lingering mistakes!

sorry for the long intro, here it is!!

Autumn (2021) Present Day

Your unconscious mind is hazy, showing you flashes of memories you’d long since buried. The crash, the wilderness, the cold of that first winter… the hunger. Things you wish would stay hidden in the recesses of your brain.

You remember running, the hunter turned prey. Always running, desperately fleeing your imminent demise.

Consciousness dawns slowly and as you wake up, several things register at once. First: the unfamiliar environment. You’re in a room not your own, sparsely furnished and rather foreboding. Second: the blinding headache, as if your very skull was splitting open. And third, and perhaps most importantly: your wrists are bound behind you. You’re sat in a chair, body aching in protest. Not necessarily at the position itself that you’re seated in, but the fact that you’ve mostly likely been here for quite some time. At least an hour or two if you had to guess, given the numbness setting into your extremities.

“Well, fuck.” You don’t even register that you’ve spoken out loud. Kidnapped, you think. Just your luck. As the reality of the situation begins to set in so does the fear of what’s to come.

In a crazed frenzy you tug and pull at the ropes to no avail, only succeeding in scraping your wrists raw. You refuse to cry out for help, wary of who might answer. With a huff you give up on that particular venture, taking deep breathes in an attempt to calm yourself and form a useful and coherent thought. Thankfully one comes in the form of a helpful realization. Those idiots who kidnapped you didn’t think to check your pockets. You’re able to shimmy one hand into your back pocket and grab your pocket knife. You grimace, remembering the day your father gave it to you. He wasn’t good for much but he did have the occasional fatherly win. This was one of them.

You open it, bending and twisting uncomfortably to saw through the restraints binding you. Once free, you assess the damage done to your wrists, grimacing at the reddened skin. You spot a few places where the skin has broken open but decide to ignore it for now in favor of escaping.

As tempted as you are to examine the room for clues at to who might’ve taken you and what they might want, you need to leave. The next problem on your list: the fucking door is locked because of course it is. Easily solved by… you contemplate, looking around. Your eyes lock in on the pair of windows to your left. An attempt at opening them is fruitless but you had anticipated that much. You wonder if jumping through one of the windows could work. Your captors may have thought to lock them but they certainly wouldn’t expect you to pull something like this. Be it panic or sheer idiocy, you brace yourself and dive through the glass and onto the porch outside. With surprisingly minimal damage from the shattered glass you scoff slightly, not expecting that to have worked out nearly as well as it did. A quick look around reveals absolutely zero sign of familiar scenery. Dense forest seemingly surrounds you at every angle and it is at this moment that the panic that had been brewing inside of you fully takes hold. With little thought you break into a run, truly aimless in direction with one goal in mind: escape.

As you run, you can feel branches snagging on your clothes and scraping at your skin. While you pass other cabins similar to the one you were locked in, you hear distant shouts and various voices calling out to each other. The panic worsens and you fear being caught at any moment.

Winter (1996)

You’re running… faster than you thought possible, absolutely frantic in your efforts to get away. It chose. You can feel the weight of that damned necklace resting on your collarbone. Thoughts of Jackie surface and you sob. You can’t share her fate. You have to find a way to survive… no matter what.

Present Day

Running faster, you heave for breath, panting in exertion. You curse the universe for giving you asthma as you begin to feel an attack coming on. Wheezing sets in and you eventually have to stop to catch your breath. The forest goes quiet. All that can be heard is your breathing and a primal, ice cold fear shoots down your spine as you feel a presence behind you. You turn slowly, shaking slightly. Lottie fucking Matthews in all her glory approaches and opens her arms out wide. For a moment you’re tempted to fall into her embrace like you did all those years ago in the wilderness. Instead, you turn on your heels and bolt in the opposite direction once more. Just when you think you’ve lost her, fate in her infinite humor causes you to trip. You land harshly on the ground and manage to get the wind knocked out of you. Through gasping breaths you get back up, ready to run again but she’s already there in front of you.

“Please, don’t hurt me”, You whimper, “I just wanna go home.”

“Hurt you?” She frowns, “Darling, I’m here to protect you. You’re mine, remember? My sweet little dove. I would never ever hurt you.” You can feel it then, the pull towards her, like it never went away. “You’re meant to be here… can’t you feel it?” You let out a confused whining sound, tears falling from your eyes. “Shhh, hush now, love. You’re alright.” She comes close and wipes your tears as they fall. “I’ll take care of you, like I did before, you just have to let me.”

“L-Lottie, I— I don’t understand, please…” That all consuming panic returns, clouding your mind.

“It’s okay, calm yourself, dove. You are exactly where you need to be.”

“N-no, I— I don’t belong here, I need to go…” Breathing properly becomes a near impossible task and you begin to hyperventilate.

“You’re safe here, darling. This is all for your own good.” Your breaths come faster and faster, your head growing fuzzy and light. She puts a hand on your chest, guiding you to slow your breathing. You fight it at first, the panic too strong but eventually you calm, sagging into her. She holds you in a strong embrace, rocking you slowly from side to side. “That’s it.” She coos. “Good girl.” Your chest warms at the praise. As much as you hate to admit it, you missed this, you missed her.

“Lottie why am I here?” You murmur into her shoulder.

“You tell me. I searched for years only to find you like this… broken, alone, a shell of your former self. I couldn’t leave you like that, not after everything we’ve been through together.”

You tremble as she refers to the wilderness. The things that occurred over 25 years ago still fresh in your mind, haunting you despite many (albeit futile) attempts to move on.

“You feel it too, don’t you?” She continues, “The pull. It wants this, us… together again.” You step away despite her trying to keep you close in her arms. “There’s no use denying it, no use fighting. It’s still in us, it never left and you know as well as I do that it has a way of getting what it wants.”

“No.” You shake your head. “No, Lottie I— I can’t do this, not again. Please…” You cut yourself off, bringing a hand to your mouth and holding your other arm around your stomach. The very thought of your gruesome survival and the things you had to do back then bring a wave of nausea over you. You had barely made it out alive and even then, the guilt was enough to make you wish you hadn’t. “I— I won’t.”

She stills, stone faced. “Oh really?” You nod, trying your best to stay resolute and ignore the damn near magnetic allure of her words. It’s difficult, Lottie is as captivating as ever. She hums at your insistence. “Somehow I doubt that. You’re strong, my love, but at some point you must realize you can’t do this alone.” You falter, recognizing the truth in her words. “It’s okay to rely on others, to rely on me, just like you used to. I’ll protect you. I’ll keep you safe and help you heal. You never have to be alone again.” Your heart stutters in your chest. As much as you’d hate to admit it out loud, she’s having an effect on you.

“Come here.” She’s stern, commanding. You balk at the audacity… and yet you can’t help but obey. She brings you into her arms once again. “See darling? How easy that was?”

“Lottie…”

“You’re going to stay here, at Camp Green Pine, and I am going to help you. I’m afraid I won’t take no for an answer.”

You give in and at long last your racing thoughts quiet. It’s safe here, in Lottie’s arms. It always has been. You relax into her hold.

“There you go, good girl.” Burying your face into her shoulder you catch a whiff of her perfume. It’s different from what she wore when she was young but somehow still familiar and so very Lottie. “Come, I’ll take you back to your cabin and we can get you settled for the night.” She begins leading you back through the forest, a guiding hand on the small of your back. As backwards as it sounds, giving up control is rather freeing. And when it’s Lottie? Giving up control comes to you as easily as breathing does.

As you walk, you distractedly rub at your scraped wrists, the soreness from the rope burn setting in. She notices your movements and frowns.

“I am sorry about the circumstances of your arrival here, I had hoped to at least be there when you woke to ease you into things.”

“Yeah, well…” You trail off with a shrug. She stops walking and turns to you.

“May I see?” You nod wordlessly and allow her to take your wrists into her hands. They’re smooth and warm, soothing to the newly formed scrapes and bruises. She tuts, a crease in her brow. “You must’ve put up quite the struggle to cause such injuries. We’ll get you some first aid and then it’ll be off to bed with you.”

Her tone is chiding, motherly. She continues walking, leading you to a cabin in the distance. Autumn leaves crunch under your feet and you find it nice to focus on something other than your current predicament. You shiver as a particular frigid breeze blows through. You’re certainly not dressed for the weather, only in a long sleeve t-shirt and jeans. She pulls you closer, rubbing a hand up and down your arm. “We’re nearly there, the nurses station is just over this way.”

“You have a whole nurses station here?” You question, deeply confused.

“It’s just a precaution, I’d much rather have it just in case as opposed to being caught unprepared. Plus, it’s much easier than driving all the way into town for a minor illness or injury.”

“Right…” You mumble. A thought comes to mind. “You are pretty secluded all the way out here, is that intentional?”

“Many people find it quite healing to be this far away from the rest of society, myself included.” You don’t have time to ponder the ramifications of that sentence because she stops suddenly at the door of a building.

“Here we are.” She pulls out a set of keys and unlocks the door, bringing you through and reaching to flip on a nearby light switch. What meets your eye is a room not unlike the school nurse’s office you frequented in your youth. You stand awkwardly in place as Lottie rummages around, gathering various medical supplies. “Sit.” She gestures to the bed. You hesitate briefly but a stern look from Lottie has you moving to do as she says. You wring your hands together nervously, always one to be uncomfortable in any medical situation, even one as unconventional as this. You think back to the weeks after your rescue. Each and every one of your surviving teammates had to stay in that hospital. You tense at the thought of it. She lays a gentle hand over yours. “It’s alright, I’m just going to clean your scrapes and bandage them up.”

“Right, sorry.” Your hands still and you fight the urge to fidget in another way to compensate. You settle on chewing at your bottom lip. Lottie is quick and precise as she takes some kind of antibacterial wipe and gently cleans your wounded skin. She rubs some antibiotic ointment over the worst of the scrapes and then carefully wraps some gauze around each wrist, securing them with a bit of medical tape.

“There, see? All better.”

“Thanks, Lottie.” She hums in acknowledgement and reaches a hand out. You take it instinctively, almost scoffing at your own compliance but following her regardless. The two of you walk in silence, both lost in thought. Eventually you come upon a seemingly random cabin, only distinguishable from the others by the number on the door. 296.

“I trust you’ll be alright until morning without further incident?” You nod sheepishly. “Good… sleep well, darling. If you need anything before then, my cabin is just over that way.” She gestured vaguely to your left but in the dark it’s hard to make out anything in the distance. “Number 320.” She brings a hand up to cup your cheek briefly before nodding once and turning to leave. You stand there on the porch, dumbfounded for a moment, before shaking your head and begrudgingly deciding to go in and at least try to get some rest.

As you enter the space you take notice of the fact that it looks overall much nicer than the one you initially woke up in. It’s fully furnished and decorated nicely. There seems to be a living area, a bedroom, a bathroom and a small kitchen as well. Maybe, you decide, living here for a bit won’t be too bad. You look in the closet, hoping for a change of clothes before you resign yourself to sleeping either in jeans or without pants. To your surprise it’s stocked. A monochrome wardrobe of purple. You shrug, thinking you’ll take what you can get and pick out something to sleep in. Once you’re changed you flop bonelessly into the bed, sighing deeply at the mess of a day you’ve had. Exhaustion hits you hard and you damn near immediately fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.

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The morning rays of sun peek through the curtains of your room, shining on your face. You wake slowly, not yet fully processing where exactly you are. Blinking blearily, you rub the sleep from your eyes. A groan escapes you as the events of last night fully register in your tired brain. You lay there for a moment, palm to forehead before giving yourself a mental pep talk. ‘It’s going to be fine. There’s nothing weird going on, just a friendly group of… purple people. Totally not a cult run by an ex.’

With a yawn you haul yourself out of bed, mentally preparing yourself for the day ahead. You take off the bandages on your wrists and inspect the damage. The bruises look worse but the scrapes have scabbed over and you think you can leave them uncovered as they finish healing. You eventually decide to shower before facing whatever fresh hell Lottie has cooked up and search around for towels. You find them in a hall closet, more purple. You shrug, it’s definitely not the weirdest thing about this place. Taking one from the stack you make your way to the bathroom. You start the water and undress while waiting for it to heat up. Avoiding your reflection in the mirror, you step under the stream. You sigh, standing motionless under the falling water for a moment before mechanically going through your shower routine. Thankfully like the closet, the shower is stocked with anything one might need and you gladly use the products provided. Once finished, you turn off the water and step out, drying off with your towel. You grab another set of clothing from the closet and get dressed, only slightly perturbed at the fact that everything seems to be in your size. Once ready, you approach the door, taking one last deep breath before stepping outside.

Despite the urge to stay hidden away in your cabin, you want to walk around and get a feel for the general layout of the ‘intentional community’ Lottie has created here. As you walk, a few people pass you by, all dressed in purple and donning friendly smiles. It’s almost unsettling, how happy everyone seems.

“Y/n?” A voice behind you causes you to startle slightly. You turn and are met with the sight of a girl maybe a few years younger than you sporting a nervous looking smile. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you! My name is Lisa, Charlotte wanted me to find you and give you a tour.”

“Right… listen, I appreciate it but there’s really no need, I’m not planning on staying long.” Lisa frowns, fidgeting with her hands.

“She insisted.” You fight the urge to roll your eyes, deciding to put the poor girl out of her misery and agree to the damn tour. “Great! We’ll start with the common area…” Minutes pass as she leads you through the compound and despite feeling slightly bad about it, you tune out most of what Lisa is saying in favor of wondering what the hell you’re doing here and why you haven’t just left yet. Your thoughts are halted as you realize Lisa is looking at you expectantly, as if waiting for an answer to a question. You nod, hoping it was a yes or no. She sighs. “You haven’t been listening, have you?” Your initial instinct is to deny it but honestly you don’t have the energy for that today.

“I’m sorry, I…”

“It’s okay, it’s a big adjustment, I get that.”

“You do?” You ask, a bit shocked if you’re honest.

“Of course I do. Becoming almost completely cut off from the rest of the world like this isn’t easy. We try to ease people into things, make the transition as smooth as possible but in your case I’m sure it’s been a rough adjustment. For the first week or so you’ll have a chance to settle in and get used to how we operate here, you won’t have many mandatory groups until later on.”

“Pause…” You pinch the space between your brows. “Mandatory what?” You hope to god you didn’t hear what you think you did. She looks sheepish and you brace yourself for her answer.

“Right, I guess no one’s really filled you in yet.” She takes a breath, “Here at Camp Green Pine we focus on healing through community. That includes mandatory group therapy and recreation. You’ll be given a schedule at some point later today, I’m sure.”

You can’t help but feel a bit indignant. Not only have you been essentially kidnapped but now you’re also being forced to confront your problems in a group setting?? What kind of fuckass cult have you gotten yourself roped into? Lottie has a lot of explaining to do.

“Yeah… it’s definitely gonna be a no on the group therapy thing for me, I’ve been through enough counseling to last a lifetime.” Your mind involuntarily flashes back to the months after you were first rescued. How after the hospital, everyone’s parents made them go through therapy to process everything that had happened. The thing is, no one even really knew what it was you were all supposed to be processing. Sure, the trauma of the crash itself and the deaths that came with it but everything that followed? That was the real horror. The group made a pact of silence. No one was to share any details of what happened out there. You were all well aware of the agreed upon consequences that would befall whoever spoke up. Vague generalizations were fine, lies were encouraged. Anything to keep the truth a secret.

“Y/n?” Lisa’s hesitant voice snaps you back into the present.

“Right, I appreciate the tour but I think I’m good to explore the rest on my own.” You feel a bit bad brushing her off like this, especially when she makes a face not unlike a sad puppy but you stay firm in your decision.

“Oh, okay, um… I— I guess I’ll see you later? You missed breakfast but lunch will be in about half an hour in the dining hall.”

“Got it, good to know.” You make a note to avoid the dining hall at all costs in approximately thirty minutes and go on your way.

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As you explore, you take notice of the fact that surrounding area that seemed so vast and daunting in the dark is actually quite beautiful during the daytime. You wander around for a while, admiring the nature around you. Eventually you find a stream. Thinking it must connect to the lake you saw near the dining hall you decide to follow it back in the direction you came from as you’ve surely succeeded in skipping lunch with everyone by now. You head to the kitchens to grab some food and then sneak back to your cabin, keen on continuing to avoid the frankly creepy cult members Lottie has acquired.

Once back in your cabin you rummage around and find a pen and a notebook, thinking it might be a good idea to do some journaling. It’s something you picked up from Shauna in the wilderness and despite the two of you having some issues, you never quite shook the habit. Amidst the words you doodle mindlessly, adding in some sketches here and there. Time slips away and you don’t even notice until the sun begins to fade, darkening the room you’re in. Fatigue hits you like a truck and you can’t help but crawl into bed. You’re on the verge of sleep when you hear a timid knocking at the door to your cabin. You ignore it, hoping whoever it is will take the hint and fuck off but after a few seconds it becomes clear that that hope is futile when the knocking sounds again. You groan and pry yourself out of bed, shuffling tiredly towards the door. Opening it, you find Lisa. She sports a concerned frown as she takes in the sight of you.

“Hey, is everything okay? I noticed you weren’t at lunch… or dinner.” You sag a bit, your previous anger at her for keeping you from falling asleep fading.

“Yeah, I’m alright, I— I don’t know, I didn’t really feel like eating with everyone.” She furrows her brow.

“I know it can be intimidating but I promise everyone is super welcoming. It’s important to start building on your relationships here.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” An awkward pause follows, neither of you really sure what to say. You break the silence. “I appreciate you checking in but I’m doing fine.”

She unfortunately sees right through you. “It’s okay if you’re not, you know. Everyone here is a work in progress, we all have our days.” She laughs lightly. “I mean god, when I first got here? I was in a pretty rough spot and it showed. I was probably a total nightmare to deal with.”

“Why did you come? Did Lottie snatch you up too?”

She thinks for a second. “I had tried the traditional route of therapy and meds but… nothing had ever really made much of a difference.” She crosses her arms and takes a breathe. “To be honest I was running out of options. I heard of Camp Green Pine from people in town talking about Sunshine Honey and managed to track them down at the street market. We got to talking and… I don’t know, I guess something just resonated. I felt truly hopeful again for the first time in years and I joined not long after.”

You hesitate, “And you… like it here? You think it’s helping you?”

“You don’t have to sound so skeptical, Charlotte’s done a great job with this place. It’s really making a difference and helping people heal.”

“Somehow I doubt it’s that simple.”

She makes a face, as if trying to figure out how far to push you. “You and Charlotte… there seems to be a bit of history there.”

You huff, “That’s certainly one way of putting it.” A beat passes. “Is there a question?” You can’t help but be a bit defensive.

“Sorry.” She backs down, “I guess it’s not really my place.” You hum in acknowledgment. “Well, um… I guess I’ll let you get some rest. See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, maybe.”

She frowns at your noncommittal response. “Goodnight, Y/n”

“Night.” You close the door and go back to bed, all but collapsing into it. Sleep comes quickly and you’re out like a light.

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You struggle to have a moment of peace, even in your sleep. Ever since the plane crash you’ve had recurring nightmares. In the wilderness you would wake up sobbing so often that the group eventually had you sleep alone in the attic to avoid waking everyone else. It was Lottie who eventually figured out how best to calm you down from that state. She would sleep next to you and take it upon herself to help soothe you whenever you had nightmares. Even once the cabin burned down, you and Lottie shared a hut, growing inseparable. After your rescue you were a mess. Lottie had been sent off to god knows where and you were left hopeless and alone. Things got so bad that your parents eventually sent you away to an institution where you spent years of your life in various therapies in the hopes to “cure” you. Over time you learned how to better compartmentalize and shove certain memories down in your mind where you could no longer reach them. The nightmares stopped with your trauma successfully locked away. It was better like this, your parents were happy and everyone assumed you were back to your normal self. You were fine. Until tonight that is.

Winter (1996)

You’re running. You have to get away because if you don’t they’ll catch you. You won’t survive, you’re way outnumbered. If you fight one of them, though— maybe there’s a chance. You heave for breath as you run, the gold around your neck feels suffocating and you fight the urge to rip it off. The wilderness chose you, but maybe… maybe you can make it reconsider. If it spared Nat’s life then who’s to say things can’t work out for you as well. You pause, hiding for a brief moment. It’s freezing outside and the wind bites at your exposed skin. You contemplate, your mind working faster than ever. Fighting won’t work, even if you manage to corner one of them alone then what? Kill them? You can’t, not directly at least. If brute force won’t work you’ll have to figure out a way to outsmart them, you weren’t a straight A student for nothing. A trap, you decide, that’s the only way you’ll make it out of this alive. The sounds of the pack grow closer, shouts morph into animalistic howls and you cover your mouth to keep from sobbing audibly.

A moment passes and you decide it’s now or never. You bolt from behind the tree and sprint as hard as your legs will allow. A solid force tackles you from the side. You look up and of course it’s Shauna. Fuck. Any of the others you could’ve potentially handled but Shauna? You’re fucked. She swings the knife towards your neck and you block it with your arm. It slices deep into your flesh and you cry out as blood gushes from the wound. Shauna takes advantage of your distraction by pinning you down and holding the knife to your neck. The look in her eyes is borderline feral and you’re sure that if you manage to make it out of this alive it will haunt you for the rest of your life.

“Shauna, please…” You whisper, desperate to get through to her without alerting the others.

“Shut up!”, She practically growls, pressing the knife further into you. The noises from the others surround the two of you, closing in. She repositions the knife in her hands, holding it above her head. The fact that you can no longer see even small hints of the girl you once knew is devastating. Except… there! A slight hesitation, for just a split second she falters. In that moment you manage to free one of your hands and swing at her as hard as you can. The hit lands square on her cheekbone and you twist, forcing her off of you while she’s distracted.

Present

You wake with a start, jolting up in bed. You pant heavily, realizing that you’re dripping with sweat. Your heart feels like it’s beating out of your chest and you tremble violently. It takes several minutes to stave off the impending panic attack that typically hits you after a nightmare as vivid as this one. Almost subconsciously, you hold your arm close to your chest. The jagged scar running up it is a testament to your near miss with death that day. A quick check of the alarm clock on the nightstand confirms your suspicions. It’s nearly 5 in the morning and you won’t be getting any more sleep tonight.

As much as it pains you to do so, you can’t help but remember the events from your dream in excruciating detail. Despite your best efforts to keep things buried, every once in a while they resurface. Not completely of course, but just enough to leave you reeling each time. Journaling, you think, might help to lock things back up where they’re meant to be. To you it feels as if you’re extracting the memories straight from your mind and forcing them onto the paper where they can no longer torment you. You write until your hand cramps and the words blur on the page. Putting your pen and notebook to the side you flop back down in bed. The sun has only just begun to rise. You wonder if it might be best to go back to sleep now and skip what you can of the day. At least it would save you the effort of avoiding people. And hey, maybe if you keep this up you’ll never have to confront the fact that you’re essentially being held captive at a wilderness retreat run by Lottie Matthews of all people.

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The next few days pass with little incident. You follow the same routine of minimal participation and if possible all out avoidance. To your honest and absolute shock, there’s been no word from Lottie since your first night at the compound. You’re… not really sure what to do with that. Lisa is still making an effort to include you which while nice of her is making things more complicated. What you really want is to disappear… just for a little while. But if that were really true, you suppose you would’ve left day one instead of sticking around. You see, the real truth is that you’re lost. You’ve been lost for years, maybe even since the wilderness. So instead of running for the hills like usual, you stay and observe.

Of course that doesn’t keep you from getting fed up every once in a while. For instance, the group session you’re in today. You decided to show up to avoid suspicion but it’s of a lecture than anything and you find it to be extremely irritating. A pale, middle aged man drones on and on about how he believes there are no truly bad experiences in life. How everything we go through as humans shapes us into who we are, therefore making pain necessary. While you agree to some extent you can’t help but scoff loudly, rolling your eyes and shaking your head, storming off into the woods. What you don’t notice is Lottie watching from the corner of the room with a frown on her face. Unbeknownst to you, she follows.

You make your way to a recently discovered spot in the woods. It’s a bit of a ways away and secluded, with a nice big rock to sit on and watch the stream go by. You pace, feeling anxious and restless while trying to keep creeping thoughts of the wilderness at bay. It’s become harder lately to ignore them. You don’t even notice the fact that you’re chewing on your bottom lip until you taste the familiar tang of blood in your mouth. You hear the snap of a twig behind you and turn sharply, startled. Lottie stands there, looking uncharacteristically timid.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, unintentionally accusatory.

She hums, “I could ask you the same question seeing as you’re supposed to be in the midst of one of our riveting wellness groups right now.”

“Riveting is certainly one way of putting it.” You grumble.

She chuckles lightly, moving closer and for a moment you’re struck by how little has changed when it comes to your attraction to her. You can’t help but feel entranced by her, just like you always were. If she catches you staring, she’s kind enough not to mention it, instead switching the subject. “How are you finding it here, Y/n, be honest.”

“It’s… fine. Different.” You keep your answer intentionally short. She sees right through it.

“After all of these years you’d think you would’ve gotten a bit better at lying, my darling.” You shuffle uncomfortably at being called out. Before you can come up with a retort she speaks again, catching you off guard. “I’m sorry.” The apology confuses you.

“For what?” You cross your arms, trying to keep your defenses up.

“I had assumed, given our history, it would be easier for you to settle in than the others. I’m sorry I misjudged.” Lottie reaches both hands out and strokes up and down your arms

“I’m not sure I understand…”

“You’re clearly struggling, my love. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”

“But…” You try to interject but she cuts you off.

“I have my ways of keeping tabs on people here, especially when they’re old friends of mine.”

“Friends.” You scoff, “Is that what we are?”

Lottie hums, smiling. “No… I suppose not.” She tilts her head and her hands go still, resting on your shoulders. “In fact, I’d say you and I are much more than friends, wouldn’t you?” You can’t help the heat that rises to your face at her words. You look down, avoiding her eyes, but she lifts a hand to your chin and tilts your head back up to meet her gaze. Her thumb strokes your cheek and you sigh. She takes a breath before speaking again. “Aren’t you tired of running, Y/n?” You can’t help but close your eyes, your face crumpling slightly. You take a shaky breath before speaking.

“I…” Your voice cracks. “What other choice do I have?” Once you start, the rest spills out. All of your doubts, your worries, everything you’ve been holding in. “If I stop, it’ll get me, I know it will and I can’t— I can’t let it… I’ll be consumed in one way or another and a part of me thinks it was always going to happen. I drew the queen that day. It was supposed to be me who died.” A tear falls from your eyes and Lottie wipes it away with her thumb. “Lottie, I don’t think I was meant to survive that.”

She hushes you gently. “How could you say such a thing? It was the wilderness that spared you, saved you. It saved all of us who survived.”

“Did it?” You interject. “Because it didn’t feel that way.” You prepare yourself to confess something you’ve never told anyone. “I set a trap, Lot. I outsmarted Gen and she died in my place. I killed her. The Wilderness didn’t spare me, I killed someone to save myself.” The words feel sour on your tongue but the relief of finally telling someone is immense.

She smiles tearfully. “You think I didn’t know that? I knew you would find a way to stay alive that day, I willed it to be so. And besides, it wouldn’t let you die, it liked you too much. You were one of the few people who knew how to listen but the others were suspicious. They thought I was favoring you, protecting you from the draw in some way. The wilderness did what needed to be done to cement your place at my side while preventing a rebellion. You were never in any real danger.”

“Well I sure as shit thought I was!” You yell, exasperated. “What about Shauna?? Did the wilderness plan on her taking a knife to my fucking neck? She was going to kill me, Lottie!”

“But she didn’t. Have you never wondered why?”

“Of course I’ve wondered. But what good does that do me? Shauna having one single moment of hesitation could mean absolutely nothing.”

“Or… it could mean everything. It could mean the wilderness gave you a chance to escape. To live.” She seems so resolute in her belief that it makes you doubt your version of events.

“So if it doesn’t want me dead, then what? Another draw? Another sacrifice? You know as well as I do it won’t stop there. In fact it sounds to me like the only way it’ll ever be satisfied is if all of us die. Almost like we were never meant to make it out in the first place.”

“What are you saying?”

You sigh deeply, losing steam. “I don’t know.” You pull back, moving just enough to be out of her reach. “I can’t hear it anymore, Lottie. I know it’s there— I feel it. But I can’t listen the way I did before.”

She furrows her brow before seemingly coming to a decision. “Close your eyes.”

“What? No, I…”

“Close them.” You hesitate for a moment. Realistically you could walk away, go back to your cabin or leave altogether. Return to your semi normal life. No wilderness, no weird purple cult… no Lottie. You close your eyes. “Good. Now, tell me…. what do you hear?”

You take some deep breaths, centering yourself. “I hear the water from the stream, I hear the wind rustling through the trees, I hear my voice.”

“What do you feel?”

“I feel the ground beneath my feet, I feel the sun warming my skin.” She steps closer to you.

“Keep your eyes closed… what do you see?”

“I see… the team playing soccer. I see Jackie scoring the winning goal. I see myself packing for nationals.” Your voice grows shaky and hesitant.

“Keep going, you’re doing a good job.”

“I see the plane, we’re flying… no. We’re falling.” You continue, picking up speed, not even fully aware of the words leaving your mouth. “It’s crashing, down down down, into the trees. I see fire, the lake, the cabin. It’s there, it’s with us.” You’re frantic, now. “More fire, it doesn’t want us to leave. And then, and then the cold. But the wilderness provides a feast. It’s still hungry, it wants more, it wants— blood. A hunt.” You open your eyes, shaking violently. “It wants a hunt.” Tears run down your face and Lottie pulls you into a hug.

“It’s okay, you’re alright.”

You shake your head in disagreement. “None of this is alright. I— Lottie I’m scared.”

“I’ll keep you safe, love, you don’t have to worry.”

You pull back, looking her in the eyes. “It’s not me I’m scared for.” You say softly, your face scrunched up.

She tilts her head. “What do you mean?”

You try to brush it off and hope she lets it go. “I just have a bad feeling, that’s all.”

“Maybe that’s all it is; a feeling.” She attempts to reassure you.

“Yeah, maybe.” You feel completely wrung out, having forgotten how much energy it takes to tap into the wilderness like that. Lottie can clearly sense that there’s something else weighing on you but seeing how exhausted you look, she decides to leave it be for now.

“Come, it’s nearly time for dinner and I know you haven’t been eating as much as you should be.” Damn her. She turns, holding out a hand for you to take. The two of you walk hand-in-hand back to the main area of the compound but when you move towards the dining hall she gently tugs you past it to her own cabin.

When you step inside her cabin you’re taken aback at how every inch of it is so very Lottie. From the tapestries on the walls to the beaded curtains separating rooms it all has a unique touch to it, like every corner was filled with intention and care. Parts of it remind you of her childhood bedroom and it makes you want to cry a little bit, the fact that so little has changed. You stand frozen near the entrance as she rummages around in the kitchen, gathering ingredients. Lottie seemingly knows her way around a kitchen which is only a slight bit surprising to you. Cooking almost seemed beneath Lottie and you honestly would’ve assumed that she had someone to do things like that for her. But here she was, whipping up a meal from scratch, partly due to the fact that you haven’t eaten yet. She must catch sight of you still standing motionless out of the corner of her eye because she pauses to guide you to a seat before resuming meal preparations. You watch on in awe as she seemingly effortlessly whips up a full meal for the two of you. She hums the occasional mindless tune while cooking and you can’t help but fall a little bit further for her. It’s hard to know where you stand with Lottie but you can only hope that things work out— for both of you.

As she adds the final touches to the meal you admire how peaceful she looks. Confident, too. Completely in her element in ways you never would’ve expected. Evidently you become lost in thought because when you blink back to reality, Lottie is looking at you with an exasperated fondness.

You clear your throat. “Sorry?”

“I said I hope you like pasta, I’m a little low on groceries at the moment and the next shipment won’t be until tomorrow.”

“Oh, yes. Pasta. Love it.” You stammer awkwardly before gathering your thoughts. “Honestly, it smells amazing Lottie.” She absolutely beams at the compliment and you damn near swoon. She brings over two plates and sits next to you.

You both eat in comfortable silence, basking in each other’s presence. As much as you would absolutely deny it if asked you’ve always found comfort in Lottie, even before everything happened. You remember the first time you saw her. You had moved to Wiskayok midway through your sophomore year of high school, making it a rather difficult adjustment. You had been there a week and still hadn’t really connected with anyone or formed any new friendships due to your shy nature. You were at your locker one day while she was walking down the hall with Taissa, coaching her through asking out a crush— some redhead. It was as if subconsciously you could feel her approaching because just as she passed by, you turned and accidentally made eye contact. She was the most beautiful girl you’d ever seen and you knew right away that would mean trouble. It was honestly pure coincidence that you tried out for the same sport. You’d played a lot of soccer all throughout your childhood and hoped for that same sense of community and teamwork. You and Lottie both made the varsity team and the rest was history. Junior year you had several classes together and decided to become study buddies to help each other pass the harder courses. Growing closer over the years did absolutely nothing to curb your crush but you hid it to the best of your ability.

And then the crash.

It felt like everything— your whole life, collapsed in on itself. There was so much emotion the first few days that you barely spoke a word to anyone. It wasn’t until that day at the lake that you managed to talk a bit with Lottie about everything that was going on. She was your rock out there. So when she started having visions you were the first to take her word for it. You would follow her anywhere and do anything for her, she just had to say the word. And then, be it psychosis or spiritual awakening, you heard it too. You became Lottie’s right hand in the wilderness, worshipping those hungry spirits. You never faltered, never had even a single moment of doubt in your faith.

With rescue came devastation and in turn left you a broken shell of your former self. You spent years trying to convince yourself it was all in your head, that you were desperate for some form of hope to cling onto so you created a religion of false gods that demanded you do terrible things to survive. It only worked to a certain extent but it was enough to convince your family you were back to your normal (if not heavily traumatized) self.

Lottie clears her throat and you realize you’ve been staring into space instead of eating. “You alright, Y/n?”

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You sigh, picking up your fork and finally tasting the food she made. You bite back a moan as the flavors melt on your tongue. She looks pleased at your reaction for a moment before her face clouds over with an expression of worry.

“When’s the last time you had a proper meal?” Her question catches you by surprise and you struggle to come up with a believable lie to soothe her concern. “If you have to think about it, it’s been too long.” She says sternly. Unable to think of a decent response you shrug, curling in on yourself a bit and tucking back into your meal. “You need to take better care of yourself… I worry about you.”

“I’m sorry.” You sag, feeling like you’ve disappointed her in some way. “It’s just— I don’t know, it’s hard sometimes.”

“To eat?”

“To do anything. I just feel so… heavy sometimes. Like the weight of everything—everything we went through, everything we did, is just… holding me down.”

“Sweetheart… come here.” She pulls you towards her, guiding you to lean your head on her shoulder. She strokes your hair, speaking softly. “I can help you, you know. If you let me in, I can help you.”

You nod, giving in. “Okay.” You finish the rest of the meal with Lottie’s arm around you. It all feels rather domestic and you can’t help but wish for more nights like this with her. When you’re both done eating you make a move to clear the dishes and wash everything in the sink but Lottie stops you.

“You don’t have to do that, let me.” She chides gently.

“I want to.” You reassure. “And besides, it’s only fair after you cooked such an amazing meal.” She smiles, her face flushing slightly. It’s reminiscent of your youth and your chest aches fiercely with affection for her. The truth of the matter is that all of the things you felt for Lottie back then still exist within you. You don’t think you could get rid of them if you tried. So instead, you decide to embrace them. “Here, we can do them together. I’ll wash, you dry.” She acquiesces with a nod and you find a rhythm washing the dishes together.

You finish up, drying your hands on a towel and leaning against the counter as Lottie puts the last of dishes away. “I’ve missed you, you know that?” The words slip out before you can stop them. She looks at you thoughtfully.

“I’ve missed you too, love.”

“So uh, what next? What does this mean for us?”

“I’ve never been one to feel the need for labels, I find them constricting.” Your mix of confusion and slight disappointment must show on your face because she elaborates. “Call it what you want, girlfriends, partners, lovers, as long as you know that you’re mine… just as much as I am yours in return.”

“Really? You mean that?”

“Of course I do.” She assures. You pull her into a hug, clutching onto her tightly. She holds you, swaying gently while you cling to her. It’s comfortable, familiar. You really had missed her. She was always so caring towards you, in ways you had never experienced before Lottie. “It’s late, darling…” You pull away, suddenly feeling like you’ve overstayed your welcome.

“Of course, sorry, I’ll get out of your hair.”

“Don’t do that, don’t pull away again, I wasn’t finished.” She brings you in close again, her hands on your waist. “I was going to suggest you borrow something to sleep in and stay here for the night.”

“Oh…” Your face heats up in embarrassment, you have a habit of jumping to conclusions.

“Would that be alright with you, love?”

The look she gives you has any excuse you could’ve come up with dying on your tongue. You nod, letting her lead the way to her bedroom. She opens her closet and you balk, the amount of silk dresses and flowing kaftans is absolutely absurd. She slides them to the side searches for something you can borrow. She eventually settles on a matching satin set of pants and a tank top and hands them to you, her eyes searching for your approval.

“These are perfect, thank you.”

“You’re welcome. There’s a bathroom through there if you would like to change privately. There should also be a spare toothbrush under the sink and you’re more than welcome to use any of the skincare products.”

You go to the bathroom, changing your clothes first. The pants are a bit long but comfortable enough that you don’t care. You find the spare toothbrush and brush your teeth, washing your face with one of Lottie’s fancy cleansers afterwards. You moisturize and decide that’s good enough, at least for tonight. Leaving the bathroom, you go back to the bedroom. You freeze when you see her. She’s now wearing a satin nightgown that falls to around her mid thigh. You drink in the sight of her, feeling rather like a blushing teen. She must sense your presence because she turns, smiling at the sight of you in her clothes. She always was a bit possessive.

“Did you find everything okay?”

“I did, yeah. Thanks.” She pulls back the covers and crawls into the bed. You shuffle, only just now realizing she intends for you to share.

“Come, it’s late and I know you’re more tired than you’re letting on.”

And who are you to argue? You walk around to the other side and follow suit, making yourself comfortable. Lottie turns off the bedside lamp, casting the room into darkness. Slight hints of moonlight peak through the curtains, illuminating her face just enough for you to make out her expressions. She looks unsettled, maybe a bit restless. You move a bit closer to her and reach out, taking one of her hands in yours.

“Goodnight, Lottie.”

“Goodnight.”

You fall asleep, still clutching her hand.

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Lottie looks at you, admiring how peaceful you seem. She thinks over what you said. A hunt. Well that’s not an option— not again… not when she isn’t sure the two of you would be protected in the same ways you were before. She wasn’t lying when she said she didn’t favor you or protect you from the draw, both you and Lottie were the only ones that could hear the wilderness back then and as such had its favor. But circumstances had changed. You’d both left it, abandoned it and she was worried it might come back to bite you. She knows what she must do.

Slipping out of the bed, she gently removes her hand from yours and smiles gently as you curl up, hugging a pillow. She finds a pair of shoes and a knife, leaving the cabin and walking the familiar path to an old tree stump in the woods. There are several old candles in a circle around it and next to it is a pack of matches. She carefully strikes a match and lights each candle one by one. She takes a deep breath, centering herself. Approaching the makeshift alter, Lottie takes a knife to her non-dominant hand. “Please let this be enough.” She begs, slicing into her palm. Barely noticing the sting, she squeezes her hand, letting the blood drip onto the tree stump below.

When you wake up, you’re not immediately sure why. As you gain a sense of your surroundings you realize you’re alone. You reach towards where Lottie was when you fell asleep, feeling the cold sheets. She must’ve left not long after you fell asleep, you frown. Something is wrong, you’re sure of it.

You throw on a jacket and some shoes, preparing yourself to find her. Eventually, while searching the nearby area of forest you see a thinner path that looks less frequented. You follow it, letting your intuition lead you. It’s there that you find Lottie, knelt on the ground as the last hours of darkness bleed into morning. Her cheeks are stained with dried tear tracks and her hand sports a deep cut straight across the center of her palm. The blood crusted around the wound hints at how long she’s been there and you approach her quietly, careful not to startle her. You crouch down beside her and lay a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“Lottie…” The concern bleeds into your tone and when she looks up you can’t help but sigh softly at how lost she seems.

“This has to be enough— blood, it wanted blood, that’s what you said. I gave it what it wants.” It sounds like she’s trying to convince herself. You and her both know it doesn’t work like that but you hope, just this once, it can be satisfied with a bit of spilled blood rather than a full on draw.

You help her up, supporting some of her weight as you bring her to the nurse’s station. You’re both silent as you walk. She seems shaken and you can’t really blame her. You feel absolutely awful that you had a hand in making her spiral like this. The things you said yesterday after what you saw? They were clearly bound to affect her in some way and the fact that you were too blinded by your own feelings to notice makes you feel slightly sick to your stomach. You wish she would’ve opened up to you instead of putting up a front and helping you to her own detriment. The two of you used to be so in tune but now? It’s evident that the years of separation have done damage to your ability to communicate with each other.

You open the door to the nurses station and shuffle Lottie inside, sitting her down and grabbing supplies. The thought that it was not long ago that she was doing this for you strikes you. It feels like so much has changed since that first night at the compound. You gather similar supplies, gauze, tape, antiseptic, and antibiotic ointment. She hisses at the sting of the antiseptic and you breathe a sigh of relief as she seems to have regained awareness.

“I’m sorry, it’s almost done.” You slather on some of the antibiotic ointment and tape a bit of gauze to her palm, securing it with a small roll of cloth wrapped around her hand. “There, all better…” You hold her bandaged hand between two of yours, wishing you could do more to help her.

“Thank you, Y/n.” She says solemnly. You hum in acknowledgment, bringing her hand up to press a kiss against it. You’ll be okay, you think. Both of you… eventually.

You hope.

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Author’s note:

so uhh that’s it! please let me know if you like it, i have plans for a second part that i’ll continue to work on :)

#yellowjackets #lottie matthews #lottie matthews x reader #yj season 3 #yellowjackets x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #female reader #lottie yellowjackets #wlw #lesbian #charlotte matthews

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myrleius · 2 days ago

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beneath the surface — sevika

councilor sevika x spy fem!reader│word count: 1.9k

synopsis: You were supposed to be Sevika’s downfall, a spy wrapped in silk and sweet lies. But falling for her? Yeah… that wasn’t part of the plan.

notes: A friend insisted I try writing something spicy (but not full smut), so I thought, why not? And, of course, I had to test it out on my favorite girl-crush, Sevika. Fun exercise, but wow, writing spice is exhausting. This took me 5 days! I’ve got a long way to go but I think I’ll stick to fluff for now.

cw/tags: female x female, enemies to kinda lovers (?), spicy but no smut, suggestive themes, tried to make the tension thick but I don’t think it’s enough to cut it with a knife

The mansion in Piltover was far too quiet.

Heavy drapes swallowed the city’s distant hum, leaving only the measured tick of a gilded clock and the occasional creak of shifting wood. Even the air felt stagnant, thick with the scent of polished mahogany and expensive cigars—luxuries that didn’t belong to you, nor to the woman who had been forced to accept them. A hollow kind of wealth, wrapping its occupants in golden shackles.

You lay in the massive bed, eyes closed but far from asleep. The silk sheets felt cool against your skin, but comfort wasn’t the issue. It was your mind that refused to settle.

It wasn’t the first time this had happened. You had always been patient, used to playing the long game, but tonight wasn’t about the mission. It hadn’t been for a while now.

You weren't waiting for Sevika to return because you had to, you were waiting because you wanted to. To know if she was safe, if she was still alive, if she’d still return to you.

The realization should have unnerved you. After all, your purpose had been clear from the start. You were a tool—handpicked, carefully placed in Sevika’s life under the guise of a gift. A distraction. A temptation.

The councilors had never trusted her, not fully. To them, she was a filthy Zaunite who had clawed her way too close to power, a threat that needed to be eliminated. And so, they sent you. A spy wrapped in silk and charm, meant to dig into her secrets, to expose the cracks they were certain lay beneath her armor. To bring her down before she could rise any higher.

It wasn’t a new role for you. The game was familiar, its rules well-worn, the steps rehearsed.

Push, pull, bait, retreat, and repeat.

You’d lean close, let your touch linger just a little too long, whispered sweet nothings that had unraveled lesser men and women.

But Sevika wasn’t an easy target. She never fell for the traps, never let herself be anything more than indifferent. A scoff here, a deadpan rejection there.

“If you’re done wasting your time, the door’s over there.”

“You’re not my type.”

“Get off me.”

And yet, her coldness never frustrated you. Truthfully, it intrigued you. The challenge was intoxicating, the pushback a delightful burn under your skin.

Then came the gala.

You had expected the sneers, the hushed whispers from Piltover’s elite. Expected the way they looked at you, painting you as a gold-digging harlot, a pretty thing draped over Sevika’s arm—even your own employers weren’t subtle about it. But you were ready to play along, to smile through the veiled insults like you always did.

Until Sevika spoke.

Not in your defense. Not in some grand display of defiance. Just a single, blunt remark.

“At least she has the guts to do her actual job.”

Simple. Unembellished. And somehow, it rattled you more than any flattering remark ever had.

After that, something shifted.

You started noticing things you had once overlooked—the exhaustion lining Sevika’s face when she returned late at night, the tension in her shoulders, the absentminded way she rubbed at her mechanical arm. The way her gaze lingered, a faint smile tugging at her lips when she spotted the small doodles on the metal, no doubt left by Undercity children.

She wasn’t just some power-hungry brute clawing her way up. She worked in the shadows, not for personal gain, but for Zaun.

And before you knew it, you had started to see her as something more.

It showed in the smallest of gestures. Setting a glass of whiskey by her usual spot before she even realized she was thirsty. Picking up a tool she had tossed aside, setting it back within reach. Lowering your voice just slightly when you caught her rubbing her temples, easing the tension without calling attention to it.

Nothing was spoken of it, but you knew Sevika noticed.

And in return, she tested you.

One night, she "misplaced" a document—something critical enough to cost her everything in the council. You scoffed at the drastic measure, but a smile tugged at your lips. You saw it for what it was: a deliberate trap, a silent challenge to test your loyalties. And you hadn’t taken the bait. The moment your eyes skimmed the header, you stopped reading. You hadn’t even considered it.

It had been a turning point.

Over the next few months, Sevika’s distance became less absolute. She still met your advances with unwavering indifference, still dismissed your flirtations without a second thought—but she no longer pushed you away completely.

The door to her room, once always locked, now gave way with an easy turn of the knob. When you settled beside her, she adjusted—just enough to make space, though never enough to acknowledge it. And every now and then, she was the one seeking you out. A casual, offhand “You seen my lighter?” as if you’d always been part of her routine.

Then, a distant door creaked open, breaking your train of thought. Heavy footfalls followed, signalling Sevika’s usual return.

You remained still, listening. The door swung open, then clicked shut with careful intent. Back then, she would’ve slammed it just to piss you off when she caught you sneaking into her room. Now, she lets you stay.

The bed dipped as she sat on the edge, the quiet whir of her metal arm filling the space as she flexed its joints.

With that, the tension you hadn’t realized you were holding eased. She was back. Safe. The thought settled over you, and sleep finally began to tug at your senses.

Until her voice cut through the dark.

“I know you’re awake.”

Her words were gruff, spoken between the faint sound of her adjusting her prosthetic.

You huffed a quiet laugh, letting your eyes flutter open. Turning onto your side, you propped your head up with one hand, lips curving into a lazy smirk. The moonlight gleamed off the silver edges of her arm, but your attention lingered elsewhere—the sharp lines of her face, the dip of her collarbone, the steady rise and fall of her chest.

“Aww, you caught me. What gave it away?” you drawled, your gaze dragging over her like a slow caress. You didn’t even bother hiding the appreciation in your eyes, not when she was sitting there looking like that.

But Sevika barely spared you a glance. “You weren’t starfished across the bed, and the blankets aren’t on the floor.”

Your smirk faltered for just a second. “I do not sleep like that!” you scoffed.

Sevika arched a brow. “And you just know how you sleep?”

“And you do?” you shot back, leaning in slightly. “Looks like someone’s been watching me.”

Sevika snorted. “I can’t exactly miss it when you kick me in your sleep.”

That one got you, and you gasped in mock offense. “Lies and slander!”

“Uh-huh. Go to sleep.”

But you weren’t done yet. Shifting just enough, you let the silk of your nightwear slip off one shoulder, baring warm skin to the cool air. You stretched, slow and deliberate, letting your voice take on a more sultry lilt.

“But I was hoping you’d join me,” you murmured, “and tire me out properly.”

Sevika didn’t even look up. “Goodnight.”

You pouted. “That’s not a no.”

Sevika’s only response was an unimpressed grunt as she continued working on her arm.

You expected as much. Always so damn difficult and serious. It was amusing, endearing even.

For once, you didn’t push further.

The air was easy, thick with a silence that didn’t need to be filled. Sevika’s rough presence had a way of soothing things—your thoughts, your breathing, the restless energy you carried everywhere else. Lately, you found yourself craving these moments the most. The ones where neither of you had to say anything, where the world felt far away, and all that was left was this quiet, steady thing between you.

In moments like this, it was easy to forget the game you were playing, the lines you were meant to toe. Easy to pretend she was yours to keep.

And then she shattered it.

“You’re slipping,” Sevika murmured, voice deceptively casual.

Something in your chest tightened, a sharp instinct telling you to fix your mask. You have always been careful. Always calculating. But lately… you’d been reckless.

“Am I?”

Sevika’s gaze flickered toward you, sharp and assessing. But beneath the scrutiny, there was something else.

“Nobody stood in my way today.” A pause. “You didn’t report my whereabouts.”

Ah. So that’s what this was about.

“Whoops,” you said smoothly, stretching again before rolling onto your stomach, hugging a pillow beneath you. “Must’ve slipped my mind. Long week.”

Sevika didn’t buy it. Of course she didn’t. The woman was too perceptive for that.

“You haven’t been doin’ your job for four months.” Her tone was flat, but there was an edge to it, something closer to certainty than suspicion. “No reports. No sudden bullshit. The council used to be up my ass every time I made a move, but now? Nothin’.”

Silence stretched between you two. Heavy, charged. You felt yourself standing at the edge of something—a line you’d already crossed but still refused to acknowledge.

Your fingers curled slightly against the pillow. Then, tilting your head, you offered a slow, measured shrug. “What, I can’t let them sweat a little? It’s fun watching them panic.” You glanced away, busying yourself with the ceiling. “Plus they were getting annoying.”

At the corner of your eye, you caught the slight narrowing of Sevika’s gaze. Her stare felt different tonight. Heavier. It made your skin prickle.

A beat.

Then—

“Figures.”

Another pause. Then, quieter, like she hadn’t meant to say it at all.

“Thanks.”

You almost missed it, but you didn’t. And god, if it didn’t send your heart into a shameless, fluttering mess.

Warmth bloomed in your chest, creeping up your neck—a dangerous, traitorous thing you weren’t ready to name.

You shifted, biting back a smile, desperate to smother the feeling before it showed. “You could thank me in a different way, you know,” you teased, voice light, playful, and maybe just a little too hopeful.

You expected the usual reaction. The exasperation. The dismissal.

But this time, Sevika moved.

The mattress gave beneath you, and before you could process it, something cold pressed around your shoulder. Her metallic hand pushed and your world tilted—your back meeting the sheets, trapping you beneath her.

Then, heat.

A rough palm slid up your thigh, quick and purposeful, parting your legs like she owned the space between them. Your breath hitched, but before you could find your voice, her fingers were already moving—skimming higher, tracing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, never quite reaching where you needed her.

Sevika loomed over you, broad shoulders casting shadows in the dim light, her gaze dragging over your face with unhurried interest.

Her lips quirked upward, amused. “That what you want?”

You swallowed, pulse jumping. “Just an idea,” you murmured, feigning confidence.

Sevika hummed, low and indulgent. “Mm. And what exactly are you hoping for?”

“Use your imagination.”

She laughed. “I don’t think you’d survive my imagination.”

“Try me,” you said, too quick, too desperate. The words tumbled out like a plea instead of a challenge.

Sevika grinned. That was all the invitation she needed.

She leaned in, her breath teasing against your mouth. “Sure.”

Barely a whisper. Barely a touch. Just the ghost of her lips over yours—enough to set you alight, to make you chase after something she hadn’t even given yet. Anticipation coiled hot and heavy in your stomach, unbearable and unrelenting.

Holy shi—

Yeah. You’re definitely betraying those councilors.

#arcane #arcane x reader #arcane x you #arcane x female reader #arcane x y/n #sevika #sevika x reader #sevika x you #sevika x y/n #arcane sevika #sevika arcane

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grimmsbride · 2 days ago

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i saw ur that ur request were open and i just need you to hear me out on multipaul 🫣 that man is to dam fine for there to be literally nothing of him 💔 if you write a paul fic MY LIFE IS YOURS 🧎‍♀️‍➡️🙏

𝄃𝄀⠀⠀my mine⠀╲ multi-paul ֤ࣨ🫀𖥔 ݁ ˖

summary you decide to give your beloved convict boyfriend, paul cha, a little gift <3.

authors notes i was so nervous writing this imagine cause i realized i have like, zero input on how paul would act in a relationship 😭 so im sorry if i didn’t do his character justice but i really appreciate you requesting for him, it gives me much needed practice 🫶🏾. as always please excuse any typos and grammar mistakes

Imagine sneaking polaroids to MultiPaul in prison. You don’t know what had driven you to this; whether your mind was clouded with the thought of missing him, or simple human horniness— you had no idea. The only idea that struck you was taking scandalous images with your camera, printing them, and getting them to your lovely, convict boyfriend.

Through the entire prison visit you were practically beaming with excitement, something the man picked up on easy. He was a killer for god’s sake, human nature was something he had to know. Plus, Paul was your boyfriend after all.

So the moment a simple what’s got you so excited? climbed from his lips, you burst out into a little giggle, reaching over the table for his hand— which Paul accepted with zero issues.

“Nothing.. just, so happy to see you.” Despite your words, your hand was busy, pushing something small right into his palm.

Paul was quick yet discreet in accepting it, squeezing your hand for extra measure before slyly pulling his hand away and under the table, tucking the mystery gift right into his pocket.

Now it was his turn to be excited, pretty features pulled into a smile as he tilted his head at you.

“From the way you look, I’m assuming I’m really going to enjoy this gift?”

Your smile was worsening at this point, practically leaning over the table as a sweet; “Oh, you’re going to love it..” escaped you.

You weren’t lying. While Paul was expecting maybe a key or some sort of cliche file to help take his collar off, he certainly wasn’t complaining the moment he tore the film off of his little gift.

There you were, in all your glory, images of yourself in some type of lingerie, position, or even completely bare— that left him salivating. It was no secret Paul missed you, the visits the only solace to the distance between you.

At times it seemed it wasn’t enough, given the amount of restrictions placed on the two of you. No excessive touching, you had to stay across the table, extra bullshit Paul wasn’t in the least impressed with, yet was stuck complying to.

But you, his sweet girlfriend, just knew when to push boundaries. And he was eating up every second of it.

The laminated film shined against the light of his cell, highlighting every perfect curve of your body. Paul’s eyes were practically glued to the photo, thumb sliding across the smooth surface as a soft hiss slipped from him.

Fuck, did he miss you. Every single inch. He missed coming back to you after a particularly hard mission, spotting your waiting body under the blankets to which he would climb under, securing his arms around your waist and pulling you in. You would always cuddle close, hand carrying up and down his body, assuring he sustained no major injuries. Sometimes, your gentle touches would illicit something deep inside his stomach— the man using the little bit of energy he had left to show you how excited he was to be back home.

But now, Paul was stuck in this damned cell, paying for his crimes with only fleeting images of you to keep him company. A sad case indeed, but he knew to make due.

Plus, Paul didn’t particularly plan to stay cooped up so long.

For now however, he would satiate himself with what you provided. Paul backed up until his knees hit his bed, sitting down and turning to press his back against the wall. Flipping through the polaroids, the man felt that familiar ache right between his legs. His hips shifted uncomfortably for a moment, blindly reaching for the zipper of his orange jumper. Revealing his white undershirt, and plain black boxes— the man hissed softly the moment his palm dragged across his growing bulge.

Blindly his fingers swept through the waistband of his underwear, curling around his length whilst his freehand flipped to the next photo. The light of your camera shined against your skin, the man wondering if you’d used some type of glittery lotion the way you just seemed to sparkle. A pretty purple set of lacey lingerie cupped your body perfectly, accentuating your breasts and the curve of your ass— and it certainly didn’t help the way your body arched; showing off every inch of your body.

Slowly, Paul’s palm dragged against his dick, teeth tucked tight against his bottom lip, quieting down his soft grunts. His mind was running wild, thoughts of you consuming him entirely. Replays of your past nights together, the man trying to perfectly remember every twitch and every moan you emitted.

He flinched the moment he made contact with his sensitive tip, hips rising right up into his hand. Precum was trickling from his slit, creating a mess he would concern himself with later— for now, the man was focusing on the next polaroid of you.

The picture featured you straddled a pillow, pretty thighs squeezing the plush item whilst covered in black sheer stockings. Hung up by gaterbelts that dug into your plump flesh, attached to the prettiest black underwear that rested high on your hips. Except this one was different then the other, given the undergarment was entirely crotch less; and the moment that realization hit, Paul was knocking his head back against the wall, closing his eyes tight.

“Fucking tease..” The man muttered to himself, eyebrows pushing close as he continued to fuck his hand. As the pleasure grew, he felt his legs widening, even pushing his boxers down further as his actions grew more vigorous. Paul could just imagine it, fingers playing with the lace and with your exposed pussy; fingers sliding across your wetness before dipping in, rubbing against your walls so perfectly you would cry out his name like some sort of prayer.

Paul’s stomach was clenching as time passed, lips parted as soft breaths escaped. His hand formed into a tight, wet fist, hips rising up into it as glossy eyes took in your last final polaroid.

You were completely bare, legs spread, arms opened— completely exposed to the watchful eye of your camera and Paul himself. He couldn’t help but focus between your thighs, wondering if you played with yourself during this process. The man could just guess how excited you were getting the entire time, pretty lips pouted as sweet moans escaped every time you rubbed at your little button.

Maybe you even played with your breasts; pulling and squeezing your nipples until they peaked, that thought alone caused him to twitch, hand falling to his side as the images laid out amongst his bed.

Paul dragged his hand up and down his length urgently, bated breaths and quick swears falling from his lips before he clenched, making a complete mess of his lower half.

Slowly, his hand slid down to his waist, slumping against the wall entirely as soft pants escaped him. His eyes closed, attempting to regain his breath after that little event.

Soon enough Paul’s eyes were opening, peeking at the pictures amongst his blankets, the corner of his mouth twitching into a little smile.

Which slowly fell the moment he glanced down at his legs, releasing the loudest sigh ever.

Now.. to get cleaned up.

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Upside Down- CH 14

Author's Notes: Hey, loves, I've said it before but just in case, I'll say it again. Sorry for the delay. Stuff happened, health was bad, jobs were quit, unemployment was a pain, hospitals were visited for various reasons, and overall, last year was one of the worst years of my life. I'm glad I can be back, and while I still can't write as fast as I used to, I should be getting works out once again. Thank you all for your patience, thank you all for still reading after all this time, thank you for being here, even with the fandom dying. I love you all. <3

Warnings: Blood Mention, fantasy fighting and violence. As Always, Read Safely.

Word Count: 7,406

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An Unexpected Guardian Angel

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If there was one thing you hated most about the human known to most demons as Pride, it was his utterly infuriating, deeply disturbing- almost creepy- nature of being infallible. Being so small, you’d think you’d have the little- pun not intended- joys of being able to spot scratches in the furniture or some stray coins on the floor or something. Anything to smugly be able to prove his failures. But no. There wasn’t so much as a dust bunny under the cover of furniture. It only made you all the more frustrated. Not only that, but he had apparently an angel’s level of focus. No distraction you had tried would get him to leave his path of patrol around his home office. And at this point, you had done everything you were capable of. Unplugging lamps, checking…other cords… Okay, so maybe that’s all you had done, but what else were you expected to do?! Moving from his bag to under one of the lounge chairs had been hard enough as is. If you made too much noise or made him suspicious, he would start looking around! Getting caught would ruin everything.

You were weaker than you ever had been, not even able to push the furniture an inch. Getting out without being spotted was surely an impossible task. This room had you trapped. But time was ticking, the longer you paced back and forth, the more Beel’s potential danger increased. There was only one thing you could hope for. That Mammon or Levi would come help you.

Feet stopped pacing. Hope for human help? Was that really what you had just thought? Well, they did prove themselves somewhat dependable in the game world. Still, it wasn’t like you to just think something like that so naturally. No matter how helpless this seemed, you would have to rely on your own actions to get yourself out of this. Think. The door would be too dangerous to try. Not only would jumping or crawling up to the knob be noisy, but the doorway was right in Lucifer’s line of sight. Was there another exit you could take? Based off the slight breeze in the room, there should be an open window.

Slinking from one end of the couch to the other, you followed the rays of natural light back to the window pane. Closed. But that made no sense. You could feel air shifting around the room. If it wasn’t coming from the window, then where? Staying as hidden as possible, you moved around the border of the room, trying to follow the breeze. Eventually, you spotted a strange sort of…cage attached to the floor? Slanted metal bars covered a small part of the ground. The air was coming through there, you could feel it. You had your questions on what it was, but you could always figure it out later. Surely it had to lead outside, or at least somewhere else other than here. From this angle too, if you were very careful, the human’s gaze would be shielded from the screen.

Jogging over quietly, you knelt at the bars. With all your might, you pulled at one of the slates, working on bending it enough to let you through. Nothing. Something like this would normally be easy… After you caught your breath, you noticed a round metal half-dome with a divot in the middle. It served to fasten the bars in place. Your fingers grasped at it. It was awkward to hold onto… You jammed a few of your fingers and claws into the mid-section, and started to twist. Strength was leaving you more every second, sweat beading down your face as you pulled hard enough to leave your fingers and hands raw. But you felt a little bit of it give way. Fueled by a stubbornness best befitting humans, you exuded more strength than you should’ve had to fully twist the fastening out of the ground. Setting it quietly aside, you pushed the metal cover over enough just to slip underneath.

Free at last. All you had to do was follow this path down and straight to the outside… Wait, branching paths? Which was the right way? What was this metal maze?… Keeping your movement quiet, you wandered around until you saw some more light. Unfortunately, it wasn’t light to outside, but to another room. Barred by another gate. The more you moved on, the more you realized you didn't exactly escape, just extended the walls of your prison. Every potential way out was blocked, and there was no way to work on the bars on the other end. Now what?…

Hold on. If this led to different rooms, could it lead to every room? And wasn’t there someone you knew that holed up in their room more often than not?

With your new mission accepted, you hurried with a bit more purpose.

At just a glance, it was difficult to tell if his room was occupied. Your sequestered vision only gave you an open view of his bed which was empty. He also enjoyed keeping the room as dim as the Devildom, which you had to wonder if it was partially to blame for his rather consistent squinty expression.

Luckily, you didn’t need just sight to determine if the human was there or not, for sound was the biggest factor. If you were learning anything about this human in particular, it was discovering that he was almost always accompanied by a nearly never-ending curse of clacking. Clicky-clacky, tippy-tappy, for hours on end, whether it was fingers on keys or screens or buttons, or simply nervous tapping. Even in here you could hear it. In fact, this chamber appeared to amplify it.

“Levi!” You hissed quietly, still in stealth mode. No response. Either your voice was a lot quieter being tiny or he had his headphones on. You would actually put money down Mammon style on it being both. Just to give it a bit of a test, you raised your voice loudly, trying to propel it up into the room. “Hey!” Crickets. Well, this is what you got for expecting a human to save you. Now what?… There had to be some way to get his attention… If only there was something you could throw. For a while, you paced back and forth, shoes clattering in this metal labyrinth.

That was it!

You had briefly thought of it in Lucifer’s office, but dismissed it for fear of him discovering your secret from your shrunken shoe. But that wouldn’t have to be a fear here. Even if someone else saw it in Levi’s room, they’d just consider it an accessory to one of his many statue things, whatever they were called. Slipping both off, you shifted your body into a proper place. If only you could hit him from here, but unfortunately you were reserved to only be able to see the corner his bed was in. What to aim for to get his attention? And what would be easiest? You only had two chances after all.

After much consideration, you settled all your chips on a small orange tinted bottle. It looked mostly empty, making it relatively easy to knock over, and the few small objects inside would hopefully make enough noise to get his attention. It was your best bet. A few blinks cleared up the dust in your eyes. A deep breath. A heavy swing hucked one of your shoes out past the metal grate and towards the nightstand. It arched through the air, and struck your target. Yes! The bottle wobbled and fell. It hit its side… and rolled away from the edge. No! It would be so much harder to knock off now…

Now what? Maybe you could bounce your last shoe off of… No, that wouldn’t really work. The lamp? No, you already determined trying to hit the button would be far too risky to be worth it.

In the middle of your rather panicked calculations, a hinge’s squeak echoed through the room. “Yo,” was the word that followed heavy footsteps. There was hope!

“What do you want, Mammon? I’m in the middle of something…”

“You seen MC today? I’ve looked around, and I can’t find ‘em. You don’t…think something happened, do you?”

Levi didn’t respond for a while, the silence the hint to his focus on other things. After a little bit, he sighed. The clacking took a brief pause. “Say that again? I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Hey!”

“Don’t take it personal! I had thirty seconds left to beat that challenge! Just say it again!”

When Mammon spoke next, it was in a grumbling tone. “It’s MC, dammit. They’re not here.”

“Well… I mean, just because we have pacts, doesn’t mean they have to be attached to our hips 24/7.”

Some flustered stammering followed that. “T-That’s not what I was gettin’ at! Besides, they should’ve said where they were going! I thought that boss/lordy type said that we had to keep an eye on them. MC agreed and all.”

Levi scoffed a bit, almost mocking his brother. “You mean the Prince? And did you really think they listened? They made the same face you always do when Lucifer tells you to clean the bathroom or do the dishes. The only thing different was they didn’t say ‘yeah, yeah, I hear ya’ like you normally do.”

For some reason, you were filled with sudden indignation at being compared so casually to a lazy Mammon. As the two of them started a brand new argument, you turned and prepared to throw your last shoe towards the voices. The metal was angled in such a way where you couldn’t see that side of the room hardly at all, but you didn’t care. Maybe you were being influenced too much by some desperation and emotion, but with the power of a small angry demon, you launched the shoe outwards, imagining beaning Mammon right in the back of the head.

“Ow!”

Sometimes you were too good.

“The hell’d you do?!”

“Don’t look at me!”

The two of them suddenly got really quiet, thinking at their own pace, but both eventually coming to the same conclusion. “Pssst,” Mammon hissed. “MC?”

“You don’t have to whisper, idiot, we’re the only ones in here.”

“Hey, ya’ never know!”

At this point, you should’ve probably been flailing your arms or shouting or any other normal action to set you free. However, now that you were moments away from being rescued, you were…hesitant. You really didn’t want to be seen like this… Were the three realms testing you or something? How else could you explain having to go through something so cruel?… But you couldn’t stay in here. The sheer amount of dust alone was burning your windpipe. Besides, how could you berate Lucifer if you weren’t willing to swallow your own pride when it was needed? Time to face the inevitable. Pulling yourself up a little, you waved an arm out from your spot. “Hey! Over here!”

The footsteps got closer, and you could see both humans look around for you. Mammon even had his hands held out to see if he could feel you first. “Why’re you hidin’? What’s wrong?”

You muttered ancient curses under your breath before trying to make your voice a little louder. “No! Look down! Down here!” The amount of time it took two grown humans to notice your incessant waving was far too embarrassing to recount. Maybe all your worries about being spotted by Lucifer weren’t as pressing as you first assumed.

Both of them knelt by the grate, a mix of confusion and…some other emotion you couldn’t trace was painted over their faces. Something about it irked you, though. Almost like they were sneering at you, but if it was done in a nicer way. “MC?” Levi had to ask.

“Do I look like someone else?! Get me out of here!”

Mammon took his turn to ask silly questions. “I didn’t know you could do that! Can you grow super huge too?” While he wondered that, Levi stood and apparently went off to get something to help you free.

“No!”

“What else can you do besides cloak and shrink then?”

“I can’t! This was—“

“So… This isn’t some freaky magic stuff?”

Oh, if only you weren’t so tiny, the things you would do. “No!”

“But, you can do that thing with the tail, and the horns and the teeth. You sure ya’ can’t just make yourself big again? Just try chantin’ a spell or somethin’.”

This was a headache… Taking a deep breath, gathering up your composure and urges to sink your teeth into the nearest object, you rubbed your face with both hands. “No, Mammon. I can’t… Trust me. I tried.”

The human you were addressing was seriously trying to rack his brain coming up with a solution despite only discovering magic even existed all too recently. It was cute, but a guessing game you did not have time to entertain.

Levi finally came back into view, holding a tool in his hand to get the cover off this cage. “Maybe it’s less of a skill and more like a curse?”

For a second, you almost disagreed again. Then you had to agree. That angel cursed you. “Something like that…”

After a few moments, you were finally free. You hopped up, coughing up a bit of dust as you tried to purposefully ignore the two looming figures. This pride to swallow was a bitter one. Not to mention, before you could even fully catch your bearings, the floor beneath you took a new form as it scooped around you and held you above the solid ground. It was dizzying being moved like this, catching yourself from falling backwards by moving to a quick kneeling position.

“Look’a that. You’re, like, the size of my palm.” Greed was in wonder- almost enamored- at the sight of you like this apparently. Like you were a shiny gem he was seconds away from pocketing.

The other one was occupied with trying to remove most of the dust from off your body with a very tiny brush. It was humiliating enough being this size without your usual magic or strength, but being taken care of by humans of all things… This was a new low for you. A sudden shudder down your spine made your body twitch. It was like all your nerves seized and sparked. With a quick bat of your hand, you pushed the soft bristles away from your horns. You had to quickly clear your throat and take control of this rapidly devolving situation.

“Listen, we can fix the size issue later! We have so many things going wrong at once, I don’t even know where to start!” Well, actually, yes you did, there was one thing of importance above all else. “Beel could be in danger! Stop fussing over me for one second and listen!”

That made this whole scenario a lot less entertaining. Both their faces went pale. Levi seemed lost for words. Mammon however, got serious in an instant. “What happened?”

You caught them up to speed with what happened last night starting from catching Beel slipping out of the house in the cover of dark, and ending with your shrunken adventure from Lucifer’s office to all the way here. The younger of the two humans got his voice back. “So this is, like, really terrible, isn’t it?”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you! Beel is missing and Lucifer is about to find us out at any moment!” Exhausted from this all, you resigned yourself to fully sit back in Mammon’s hand. “Why does everything go so wrong so fast? It’s like I’m being tortured…” Not even a few days had passed since resolving the last incident before something was on the border of collapse again. Centuries were being shaved off of your long life. “We have to leave now!”

Mammon was already heading towards the door, shoeless and in only a tank-top and shorts. Before he could do that, Levi grabbed his arm. “H-Hold on, for just a moment.”

“Beel could be a walking popcorn chicken right now, and you wanna wait?! Screw that!”

The brewings of a bickering were starting to form, but Levi took a deep breath. “We just need a game plan, even if it’s a small one! If we go rushing in, this is bound to turn out like all the other harebrained schemes!”

“Harebrained?!” You and Mammon bristled at the same time.

“You’re far too impulsive and don’t think!” The human pointed at his older brother, then swung down at you, opening his mouth before hesitating when he caught the glowering look you gave him. “And you… d-don’t quite have human- uh- common se- instincts!” He was sweating with the moment of your raised eyebrows. “Yeah, human instincts down yet. What might make sense to you doesn’t always make sense here, so it’s important to talk about these things before jumping into it!”

Mammon cursed, scoffed, and then sighed, tapping the fingertips on his free hand together repeatedly. “Well, we better make it quick! Time is money!”

Levi nodded, moving quick and grabbing a few things to lay them out on the desk. A few you-sized plastic figures rolled around on the desk before the gamer uncorked a marker to begin his battle strategy. “We have three problems we need to solve ASAP!”

The problems themselves seemed simple enough as he talked, and part of you was tempted to think that- maybe this time- things would be solved easily. Although, too much seemed to still be up to chance. Would Beel be easily found? Was he unharmed in the first place? The humans seemed to have a sense of naive hope. It was… affecting you in ways you couldn’t yet sense.

The brothers high-fived, burning with a newfound determination. Even as Levi looked nervous, ready to run, he was drawn in by his older sibling’s perseverance. Mammon suddenly held you to Levi with a smirk on his face like he’d figured out his next new scheme. “Let’s go get our baby brother back.”

Problem number one: getting your phone back.

If all of your work ended up being undone in a single moment thanks to Lucifer’s persistence, it would be the end of everything. Out of everyone, he was the last that could figure out what you were, because as much as you hated to admit it, there was a sense of danger lingering around him. So getting that device back was top priority. Luckily you had had the magical foresight to make the thing harder to break into, but who knew if human technology and ingenuity would win out in the end?

That’s why Levi had determined it would be best for Mammon to split off from the two of you and have the House focused as his base of operations. As Lucifer’s favorite brother- according to Mammon himself- with a talent for sticky fingers, he was the best bet for handling the problem. He could search the home for Beel in the meantime in case he happened to make it back before…well, all this happened.

Problem number two: finding Beel.

The most vital of problems. You could only imagine what kind of confusion that human was facing. A tender soul like that was eagerly sought after by your kind. It was a race to find him first. So you and Levi were ready to retrace his steps. From the house, to the cemetery, and everywhere in between. It didn’t even fully matter if you were discovered as a demon by him. This time, the source of that problem was not your fault! Which led into the last problem to solve.

Problem number three: getting back to normal.

This would require both teams to accomplish their tasks. Both getting your phone back and finding Beel so that quack of an angel could undo what his cake had caused!

Even just thinking about it made you seethe. Work together on D.A.R.? He was making things so much harder for you! Where was he in all of this? While you lived in the Morningstar home, trying your best to do a thousand things at once, he had the time to scheme and make magic cakes? All you wanted to do was get back to your regular size and wipe that smirk off his face.

Maybe force feed him his own cake and shove him in a pocket and see what it was like!

Because this was the worst!

If you thought being jostled around in a bag was torture enough, nothing topped the constant sway and shake of being in a pocket. Especially the pocket of someone as shaky as Levi.

“Oh, but I forgot to grab a flashlight! What if we end up being out all night and can’t see him?” The pocket swayed heavy in one direction. “Ugh! But if I go back now, I’ll be losing precious time!” Back the opposite direction.

If you were holding onto any more cake, now was about the time to get rid of it.

“Levi!” You couldn’t help but punch him a bit through the fabric of his clothes.

His flinch was so severe, you felt it in your own body. It was as if he had forgotten about you entirely. Muttering some stuff under his own breath, he padded straight for a while till he came to an abrupt stop. All of a sudden, a massive hand plucked you out of your hiding spot. Your skin prickled as instincts told you to chomp, but you held yourself back.

He pulled you out in what appeared to be an alleyway. Blue locks swayed back and forth in front of his eyes as his head swiveled to make sure there were no people or cameras around. “Levi,” you called, trying to get him to pay attention. It took saying his name a few more times before he listened. “Don’t be so anxious.”

Somehow, those supporting words earned you a glare. “Oh, yes, because saying that is so helpful.”

“I simply thought I should give you words of encouragement. Don’t be anxious. Go get it done. Be victorious.” You tilted your head slightly, lifting a closed fist in solidarity, ignoring that irksome expression you couldn’t describe once again.

A heavy sigh left his lungs. “Listen, I don’t know how they do things in hell—“

“The Devildom.”

“…That. But it’s not very encouraging to be told to do or not to do things based on something I have no control over. My brother is missing, you’re stuck like this, Lucifer getting angry is scary, that Prince guy getting angry is scary, and it’s up to me and Mammon to fix these things? How am I not supposed to get anxious?!”

You hummed a little, trying to see things from his point of view, but it was difficult to relate. “Well…how do I best encourage a human?”

“Everyone is different, but…I guess just using empathy.”

“Asking a demon to use empathy, really?”

“You wanted to know!” He shook his head and motioned to put you down in the pocket again. “Just forget about it…”

If there was one thing you wanted right now, it was not going back in that thing. So, mostly as a preventative measure, you spoke up to stop him. “Hold on! I can give it a proper try.” You sighed a bit in relief as he straighted you back out in an open palm. Then you thought for a moment. Empathy… So, you just had to relate and use words based off of that? You had almost done that before, when you spoke about losing someone important to you anytime Mammon had brought up words of his sister. If you used that as a reference, could you call the feeling that stirred in your gut when you couldn’t find your special one way back when anxiousness? Then, if that were the case, maybe you could say a thing or two about it. “We will find him,” you started to say. “Beel seems rather resilient, doesn't he? And even if we end up having to get your other brothers involved, or even the Prince, his safety takes importance over my mission. We’ll find him.”

Levi stood in silence for a moment, mulling over your words. A sudden blush popped up on both of his cheeks. “I-I guess that’s better. But wasn’t the best, so I’m only giving it a C+!”

Ignoring what a letter had to do with anything, you frowned. “That was extremely good, what're you talking about?”

“You almost had it, but then lost points by saying we could ruin your mission, which makes me stressed out too. I don’t want to see you get in trouble.”

These humans were awfully confusing creatures. “Why would you care so much about something that doesn’t concern you?”

“It does concern me! Because- Because… I thought we were friends and tied with the p-pact and stuff…”

Right. You forgot how much humans were pack animals. They existed by living in groups of families and worked to ever still bring more people into their lives. Quite the opposite of demons. A sign of growth and strength was true independence. Which shocked you to hear that Lifia was working with two other demons. Maybe there was something true about that myth about strength in numbers. “I do not know what one must do to become a…friend.”

Awkwardness filled his body as he shifted and couldn’t quite look at you. “Well, friends talk to each other, hang out, and do stuff with each other. B-but, we can talk about that later! I think I feel better now…thank you. “

“You’re welcome. But don’t you dare put me in that pocket again.” You pointed towards the hood hanging behind his head. “Put me there instead.” He begrudgingly listened to you, placing you in the sturdier fabric near his neck. It didn’t sway as frantically, and it would be easier talking to him from here if you needed to. From there, Levi set off again, your search for Beel officially beginning.

You both started in the Cemetery. With it being daytime, it seemed no one had to hop a fence. The human walked for a while, stopped at his sister’s grave, and said a few words before putting you in the grass and letting you get the plant-sized view while he searched from above. It felt like miles were walked and hours had passed before you both came to the conclusion that he likely wasn’t there. Besides, you had been with him when he walked away from the fence. He was bound to be somewhere else.

Levi followed a list both he and Mammon had come up with, stopping at several places. A nearby café that opened in the early hours of morning, Beel’s favorite gym, a parking lot that normally had a truck that sold fruits, a grocery store, and several restaurants. Levi asked the questions while you did your best to sneak around and not get caught. You certainly had been stuck with the more stressful job. And yet where were your words of encouragement, huh? Still, your efforts had found you nothing. Not even a crumb of evidence. The day had all but been spent, the sun setting down and painting the sky in an marigold hue. The search party was losing steam, but finally, Levi had stopped in a local park.

“He comes here to jog a lot, and to feed the ducks in the pond over there. It’s a…pretty large place to search, but…if he could be here…” His words drifted, as if he was even losing the energy to fully share his thoughts.

“Maybe message Mammon then? Let him know to come help. He should be done with his tasks by now. If we tackle it together, it shouldn’t be so daunting.” As you were speaking, Levi pulled you out of his hood and down on the ground. After settling you in the grass, he grabbed his phone.

“You’re right. Let me do that.”

While he was doing that, you’d get somewhat started. You headed a little away from the human and towards the shade of some trees, keeping an eye out for anything suspicious. It was mostly empty here. Off in the distance, you could see a human couple walking a small canine. A few elderly stood at the outskirts of the previously mentioned pond and threw some small green things into the water. The more you walked into the protection of the trees, the less you saw of the world around you. It was pretty private here, a good place to hide if you needed.

Then pain filled your body.

Something snatched you up from the ground, ensnaring you in a death grip. You hissed in agony as your vision was turned towards an infamous grinning face. One of the demons from before who had worked with Lifia. The poisonous one. The other demon had called him Bazz or something? He was as ugly as ever, with a new scar sporting over a whitened eye.

You couldn’t even sense him! Was it because of the state you were in? To be totally blindsided by this… “Y-You!” The air in your lungs was easily pushed out from your body. Already you could feel the creaking of your limbs and bones, knowing that if you were to be crushed any tighter they would start snapping. Although, you didn’t let that deter you from your usual apathetic attitude. Worse than dying would be letting this scum have the joy of seeing you beg in your suffering. “Ha-Had to wait till…I was like this before- ugh- before you could have the…upper hand, huh?”

Slightly tighter, and you could see spots in your vision. “Are you really surprised a demon played dirty? Ha!” His eyes narrowed at you. “You’re weirder than I thought.” He stuck his tongue out from his mouth, the vibrant saliva dripping down and sizzling across his own skin. “Once I deal with you, those humans will be mine to devour! Every part of them. You should be thankful I wont let any bit go to waste.”

“MC!” Suddenly noticing your predicament, Levi started moving his feet, sprinting on some sort of instinct. Bazz easily knocked him back with the back of an arm, sending him rolling back over the ground, hitting the dirt and the roots of one of the trees hard. Dazed, it took him a while to stand back up. Even from here, you could see a small thin trickle of blood coming down from his hairline. Something about the sight stirred some old archaic emotion inside you, threatening to send it bubbling up to the surface.

“GO! Get back to the house!”

“I…I won’t!” Stupid, stubborn human! With the bravery at all the wrong times!

Bazz found this all too pleasing, licking his lips as his eyes glimmered with Gluttony. “Maybe I’ll indulge myself right now, and let the little imp watch.” Now, instead of keeping the human back, he lunged. You were squeezed hard enough to toy with your consciousness. But despite that, you wouldn’t go down without protecting your human in every way you could. You dug your teeth into his flesh, feeling some of the poison that ran through their veins enter your mouth. It hurt enough to stall him apparently for just a moment. You caught the glimpse of fear on Levi’s face.

And then you caught glimpse of a blur.

Within a second, you found yourself flung in the air. You hardly had time to steel yourself before you felt your shrunken frame slam against the earth. The environment flickered in your view, as your mind was ready to shut itself down completely. But you couldn’t let it. You pushed yourself up, hardly standing above the tall grass, only able to take in a few seconds of information in at a time.

Bazz growled and sprung up, hardly hurt but clearly frazzled. Then darkness. You pulled yourself back out of it and caught a large shadow encroaching over you before being picked up by large hands. The lift made your vision warble. You bit your lip and forced yourself to focus. Levi was off in the distance, his eyes wide as his mouth moved to form words that you couldn’t fully hear. Wait… Levi? If this wasn’t him, and not the demon, who was… You turned your body and looked up.

Beel shook his other hand, his knuckles bruised but not broken. His eyes narrowed, his muted expression still contorted with fury. “Don’t touch them!”

A twitching smirk popped up on the demon’s face. With petty glee, he pounced on Levi, claws poised to tear the human to shreds. You and Beel shouted his name at the same time. The youngest sibling sprinted forward and kicked Bazz hard in the ribs. Even for being a human, it caused the attacker to hiss and jump on the bigger threat instead, knocking you both down. Soon it was a mess of limbs, even Levi tugging at the demon’s clothes to do whatever he could to protect his little brother. You scrambled up and prepared to rip Bazz’s eyes out. But before you could do that, a sudden light shone off to the side.

The white was blinding, causing both you and the demonic assassin to cover your face in anguish. You fell down on Beel’s chest and tried to ignore the burning sensation. It clenched your throat and made it difficult to breathe, to think, to do anything. Two large hands curved over you, trying to shield you from the light.

Bazz rolled off Beel's body, thudding to the ground. "Back again, you bastard?! I'll kill you! And then I'll go after your human master too!"

The last thing you heard was Levi shouting his brother’s name…

“Please!”

The emotion tore at your chest, ripping you apart on the inside.

“…”

You had to. He had to.

“I’ll do anything!”

“Anything?… Even if it meant ______?”

That wasn’t even a question. Of course you would. Over and over and over again. In every moment, in every life, you would.

“Yes… Please… I don’t care if ___________! They were the only reason why I’m who I am today… With them gone, I… I won’t be the same regardless… Even if I lose ______, they need me! Besides, maybe one day, past several lifetimes, I can ____________.“

“Very well. Today we both break the rules. All for a human. Goodbye, __________”

A gentle touch startled you out of your dream. Although you had the sneaking suspicion that you would’ve jolted awake regardless. Impulse flared the word ‘danger’ in your mind, and you swiped your claws at your attacker before you could even register them. Even before the blur in front of you compiled into being, you smelt the distinct scent of human blood.

“Oh, sorry… I didn’t mean to startle you.” The tone was far too understanding for the fact that you’d just broken skin.

As the hair prickling at the back of your neck calmed itself, you blinked, confused and…embarrassed. “Beel…” Images of the scene you could recall from before replayed in your mind before they stopped abruptly. You couldn’t remember how you got here. Where even was here, now that you were looking at it?

At first glance, it fooled you into thinking you were still at the park. Large lush trees shielded you from the warm light above. They rustled pleasantly, harmonizing with the soft blanket of vibrant grass coating the fields and hills. The fluffy clouds above rolled lazily, giving off a comforting glow. Playful flowers swayed back and forth in their beckoning, luring visitors to skip down the path they were outlining. Despite being in a compromising position- your identity and form being shown to yet another human- all you could feel was a lingering peace. A persistent, possessive, and invasive sort of peace. Therein lied the proverbial rub.

This wasn’t the human realm.

And fortunately as much as unfortunately, your new human companion seemed to sense the same thing. “Do you know where we are?”

You sighed, sizing- again, mind another pun- the human up. Even being the way you were now, you could tell Gluttony was much bigger than his brothers. And that wasn’t to say just on the larger side of humankind. No. You meant significantly bigger. Enlarged. Quite poetic, in a way.

While Solomon’s cake had shrunken you, it had grown Beel.

In Mammon and Levi’s hold before, you were about the length of a full hand. In Beel’s case, you would be lucky if you were the size of one of his fingers. His hair was brushing up against the branches and leaves of the trees. His voice made your own bones rattle. And the cut you had given him before was so small it was already healing. If anything, it explained how he had held up against a demon for as long as he did. However, it still didn’t explain where you were.

“In a manner of speaking,” you finally answered. Silence filled the air then, giving him some time to ask questions. Surprisingly, he never did, so you asked one in turn. “Do you remember anything before waking up here?”

Beel’s face scrunched ever so slightly as he racked his brain. If he weren’t so dangerously large at the moment, you’d almost have considered it endearing. It was quite like how Mammon always cracked his mouth open in thought, or like how Levi bit the corner of his lip, or even how Lucifer— You nearly violently shook your head. Human quirks were just comical at best. Nothing else. How much influence did this place have over your thoughts? Luckily, Beel spoke up to distract you from your own mind. “I remember fighting that guy, and then grabbing you, and then nothing till I woke up here. I was going to grab Levi, but…” He looked around, as if still keeping his eye out for his missing brother.

“He’s…not here.” Somehow you could say that with certainty. Whether you’d become accustomed to his soul or the pact had forged stronger connections than you thought, you couldn’t tell. The only thing you could decipher was…severance. It was like you were cut off from both pact-mates. Even the small fragment of vitality and sin that should’ve been flowing through your veins was stifled. Those personalized bits of Greed and Envy were being drowned out by the roaring silence of Isolation. It was…almost startling in its loneliness. You should’ve been accustomed to such things, but it was almost as if you had gotten used to a new normal in this relatively short time amongst those humans. But, you couldn’t waste your time thinking about that for too long.

Your world shifted as Beel pushed himself up to his feet, curling his hand so you stayed secure. “Do you know how to get out of here?”

With a wistful sigh, you shook your head. Stuck in another place, were you? Was this going to become a pattern? “Haven’t the foggiest.” Once again, the magic of the environment eased your anxiety about your identity. Before you could control yourself, your lips were excited to spill well-kept secrets. “Looks Celestial to me, and I’ve never been there before.”

“Celestial?” Beel hummed, “Like heaven? Are we dead?” A rather calm way to ask such a desperate question…

“If we were, I wouldn’t be here.” With a shrug, you pointed towards the ground below. “Even if I was sent here by mistake, I’m sure divine spears would be raining down on me by now to send me back to where I came from. I’m not exactly welcomed near those glittery gates. So, I figure this must be a figment or copy of that realm.”

The human simply uttered a simple “ah” like he understood everything you were saying before stretching his neck from side to side. It was hard to tell if he was also feeling the influence of the area or if he was just naturally a bit calmer than the others. Beel gestured to the path of flowers. “Should I follow these?”

“Could be a trap.”

“Hm. I don’t feel like they are.”

“Go where you want then,” you nodded. A little flourish of the hand motioned to your own body, beaten and bruised and bitty. “I’m not exactly built for travel like this. I’ll go wherever you decide.”

Suddenly, a large fingertip came down, patting you on the head and almost skewering itself on your horns in the process. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

A flash of annoyance cropped up in you for a split second. “I’m much older than you, you know.”

His head tilted just a little, looking genuinely befuddled by that. “Does that change anything?”

A rather humiliating noise of shock clamped down in your throat. You were silent for the next long while as he walked. He was right about that. Nothing you could say or do really changed your position for the time being. Small, nearly magic-less, and exhausted, there wasn’t much of a fight you could put up. If that previous scuffle had proven anything, it was that…right now you were at the mercy of everyone else. It was a blow so low, it left you breathless. Up until now, you were happy to deny the truth, but now there was no fooling yourself. This human… Beel… was your protector.

A demon relying on human protection while you were in somewhere that looked like the Celestial Realm? What kind of topsy-turvey reality was this? The facts repeated over and over in your mind and forced a foreign warmth to brush across your cheeks as Beel continuously ducked his head to avoid branches and the like. You rubbed at your skin in an attempt to snuff out the fire in your body, but it didn’t work.

Beel followed the outline of flowers down deeper into this grove of trees. Both of you remained silent, but it didn’t feel awkward. If anything, it was almost…nice… For what reason, you couldn’t describe. Perhaps you could almost sleep like this, and let the responsibility be on someone else’s shoulders for a while. Everything was out of your hands. You closed your eyes and felt the tension leave your body for a while. You managed to get a little bit of rest until you felt the human stop in his tracks. When you opened your eyes, a strange sight sent a chill down your spine.

Several doors stood upright, scattered throughout the place. Wood, metal, glass, gold, silver, diamond; any material and color you could think of, any design, and it was here. It reminded you awfully of a graveyard. Each door seemed to represent something, eerie in their rigid stillness.

Of course, that was juxtaposed with a sight you did not expect to see in a place like this.

A long table coated in a lacy tablecloth sat at the end of the flower-path. Shiny silver dish-wares were spread across it, glinting in the soft light. And as expected, on top of every dish was a heaping pile of foods. Pastas, pizzas, pies, cakes, casseroles, and crepes, human food of nearly every kind was packed on every square inch of surface. Slurping could be heard above you, and as much as you suddenly feared getting wet, you couldn’t blame him. Just from the smell alone, you could almost feel hungry too, which was something you hardly felt anymore.

Yet, several bells were ringing in your mind. The human known as Gluttony was led to a royal feast? “Beel, I know it looks tempting but—“

“Welcome.”

A smooth voice sent those alarms blaring louder. The demon? No. The voice was much too calm to match. But you could smell Bazz…could smell his blood. You turned your head behind you, but was blocked from sight by Beel’s massive body.

“You must be Beel, right? Please, take a seat. While you’re at it, why don’t you hand me that demon so I can…take care of them for you?”

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me beel #tw blood #tw violence

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torueater · 1 day ago

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Thinking about.....

Nerd!Gojo who’d spotted you from across the lecture hall at the introductory seminar for his psych course. Glasses – they looked like those blue light ones – perched on the bridge of your nose, undivided attention on…your phone. Not like he’d blame you for it in the slightest, the beginning was just basic introductions to the professor and to the course. Not that he’d ever judge you, he doesn’t know you.

Yet, at least.

Nerd!Gojo who assumes that you’d sit in that same spot the next class and seats himself in the row behind. Not to talk to you or anything but to make it a likelihood if you’d decided to do it first. Better behind you than half a class away. He thanks the gods under his breath as you find your seat right where he’d expected. Tough luck for the person who’d claimed this seat first day, this would be his for the rest of the semester.

Nerd!Gojo who kind of has to brand himself as a bit of a liar. Who cares little for etiquette in the next class and seats himself in the seat right next to where you’re usually sat, kind of sort of counting the minutes till you pop into class with your cute little glasses for reading and your pretty outfits. You’re obviously quite confused by the new face in the adjacent seat, a face you’d sworn you’d seen occupying the seat behind you last class but you think nothing of it and flash him a quick smile. A mere 2 minutes to class starting didn't leave much time for chatting with the new (sort of) familiar face. Class ends soon enough, and with the next one being half way across campus with 20 minutes to get there according to your watch, packing quickly is imperative.

Nerd!Gojo kind of wants to slap himself upside the head because even an entirely unneeded request of sharing your textbook would’ve opened up a damn line of communication with you. But no, he’d sat there, attention half on some lecture on the foundations of psych, half on the too pretty you sat next to him. Honey and sunshine, the slightest tinge of something sweet - he’s not sure he’s smelt anyone better. He wonders if that’s just your natural scent, thinks he’d like to get closer to figure out the notes. Thinks you'd slap him upside the head yourself for the creepy thought.

Nerd!Gojo takes his chance on the 5th meeting or so. The most he’d gotten out of you was a smile each time and stupid him would freeze up the tiniest bit, uncharacteristically. Nerd!Gojo wasn’t the unsociable type at all but it seemed like he just couldn’t…well, couldn’t exactly talk to someone like you? Super pretty, kind of intimidating? He’s unsure of how it’d been easy as hell to become friends with notoriously intimidating Suguru but this feels different.

Nerd!Gojo who uses his totally real interest in scents (seriously) to create that line of communication he’d been looking for all this while. 2 weeks later. A simple ‘You smell really good’ in passing, eyes moving from his laptop mid note up to the presentation, feeling the heat of your gaze at the side of his face.

Nerd!Gojo who has no idea how long you’d been waiting for him to make conversation, holy fucking shit. 5th times the charm right? You’d think the smiles every time and the attempts at conversation would’ve made it more obvious. “Thanks! It’s this insanely expensive one I saw online.”

Nerd!Gojo who’s surprised at how easily the conversation flows from that point on. To perfume, to not perfume, to things completely unrelated. Limited to the time limit of the lecture and between paying attention and taking notes - you both had to pass after all. With a slot left free with no class scheduled, same as you, Nerd!Gojo takes his chance to ask as you’re both packing. Big ass leap of faith. “Coffee since you’re not too busy?”

Nerd!Gojo who kind of wants to do backflips from your acceptance, even as you two are walking to a cozy little shop tucked away on campus. You chat all the way to the shop, from classes to hobbies, surface level and a little deeper. He expects company and coffee, a chance to make a new friend. Nerd!Gojo who hadn’t at all expected the impromptu date vibe (unless that’s what this was). Bright eyed under those black rimmed glasses perched on his nose, attention undivided on everything you as you speak. Your goal here, a sort of shitty professor and such. Again, the conversation just flows, smooth as butter and he’s so glad for it, so glad for how easily you’d clicked that day.

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Nerd!Gojo who’s filled with an almost unhealthy amount of giddiness every time he thinks back to the sort of low effort convo opener because if not for that he’s not sure you’d have the foundation you have now. Friends for 7 months, quite literally dancing around each other for 2 of those before he stopped being a pussy and asked you out.

Nerd!Gojo who’s stood outside your lecture hall with the prettiest little bouquet of your fave flowers, an early gift for the celebration of 2 years official. The grin that splits on his lips comes easy when your face brightens as you step out, swept up into thick arms, kiss planted right to the center of his mouth.

Nerd!Gojo who didn't have to change how he acts at all, not even a little because you like him like that..? All calculus jokes and ink stained fingertips – action figures and marvel. He could ramble on and on about any of his interests and you, in your own words wanted to ‘kiss his face raw’. He thinks he likes the idea of you doing just that.

Nerd!Gojo who absolutely adores you and pampers you every opportunity he gets because according to him ‘who else would he pamper if not his pretty baby.’ Pampered with gifts, pampered with affection. You don’t think you can go more than a couple hours without a kiss to your nose, your lips. Maybe a press of soft lips to the back of your hand. He doesn’t let you go long without it, of course. Showers you in affection a reasonable amount. His mouth on you comes like little microdoses and now you’re not sure how long you can last without it.

Nerd!Gojo who seemingly loves calling you every pet name under the sun, baby being his most preferred. You’d get sunshine here and there too. Nerd!Gojo who doesn’t believe in the fuckass honeymoon phase because he feels the same way for you he’d felt day 1 up till now.

Nerd!Gojo who still kind of has shitty but effective study methods. Who is sort of shit at taking care of himself at times. Pre-You Gojo had himself properly hooked on energy drinks to stay up late -- something about working better at night -- barely leaving his dorm on weekends just for needed recharge. There’s obviously less of that with Post-You him. Less energy drinks, more doing assignments together when you got a chance.

The slightest yawn and he’d be tugged against your smaller frame like he is now, stupid dorm bed too small to accommodate the both of you but you’d somehow always make it work. Head on the softness of your chest, the lightest scrape of nails against his scalp emptying his thoughts with ridiculous ease.

Nerd!Gojo who thanks the damn heavens for too expensive perfume and good coffee as you kiss his temple, warm and happy as he dozes off.

#firstpost #nerdjo #jjk gojo #nerd gojo #gojo x reader #proofreadthistime #jujitsu kaisen #blog post #gojo fluff #jjk x you #torueater ୨ৎ

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jewelsli · 20 hours ago

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Wizarding World X DC

Okay this idea has been spinning around my head all day, an au where the Wayne family is an ancient line of pure bloods that moved to Gotham from Britain ages ago, it’s still tradition for the members to go to Hogwarts for their magical schooling because the family has been there since the founding of the school.

Basically Bruce would have gone to school around the same time as James and Lilly and John Constantine but that’s not for right now. He wasn’t involved much in the Order of the Pheonix because that was around the time the JL was fighting a bunch of stuff/forming. He’s an exceptional wizard who could easily become an auror if he wanted to with his level of skill that he has because he is an overachiever. I think that he would also learn to become an animagus because of just how paranoid he is (and it obviously would have to be a bat, probably one of the mega bats), but that’s up for debate.

Anyway none of his sons would go to hogwarts(or know that he’s a wizard/about the British wizarding world) since magical blood is pretty rare naturally (I have a headcannon that anyone could learn magic but it would be much harder). I was debating making the Drake’s another ancient pure blood line and I’ve decided that at some point they had a few generations with just squibs and have forgotten their magic? Or something?

Putting that all aside, along comes Damian, almost eleven and in no way educated about his magic (accidental magic was lessened because of the strange energy of the Lazarus pits). Cue Bruce trying to teach his son everything he can about magic in the seven months he has before his new kid has to go to school, while also trying to keep it from his other kids(why does he have so many…).

They end up saying that Damian is going to a boarding school in Britain (the cover story for every Wayne child) that has limited spots. Damian is reluctant to leave his new role of Robin but Bruce, in a last ditch attempt allows Damian to get his own owl (Bruce had one already), promises to work out a way to let him apparate to Gotham every few weekends (the other kids think they are using the bat plane) and also agrees to teach Damian to be an animagus as well (Honduras white bat? One of those desert cats? Idk yet).

Damian would be in the same year as the golden trio or one year above/below them. I think Bruce would have gotten sorted into Slytherin (ambition) or Ravenclaw (wit and wisdom), but he could fit in Gryfinndor as well. As for Damian, I think Hufflepuff would actually be the best fit (loyalty), however as with his father any of the houses could work.

The professors are NOT ready for Wayne headache number two with Damian sneaking out almost as much as his dad and finding twice as many dangerous magical beasts (and somehow taming them).

Since the Wayne’s are a sort of legacy family Bruce can visit occasionally (think how Lucius just shows up for some reason).

As for the golden trio. I think that first off a few things would change with the Justice league(and more) existing. Personally I think Harry would get his hands on every comic/merchandise piece he could, and hermione is fascinated by them and how each of them came to be (if she was in Gotham her and Tim would get along or clash). Ron has no idea who most of them are but does know about the Wayne family (since they are a pretty famous pure blood line and his dad is fascinated by how they have integrated into muggle society) and magical supers like dr fate and Captain Marvel.

Damian walks in and once people realize who he is a lot of them expect him to be airheaded and shallow (or an absolute jerk). And like… it’s only been a few months so he’s not the greatest with people but he’s not BAD. He is absolutely disgusted by Draco when he talks bad about muggles around him, he does not tolerate bullying at all (it’s not logical), and he’s like… scarily perceptive…

For year one he absolutely goes to the forbidden corridor the second he can, finds fluffy, and is absolutely fascinated by them, he goes looking for the troll but is stopped lol. Oh he also meets Hagrid’s dragon to and helps the trio smuggle him away (the books). I don’t think he would bond with the trio fast enough to come along with them to the ending, but if he was invited he would definitely have done it.

When the chamber opens he’s real actively safe as a half-blood but that does not stop him from actively learning every defensive (and offensive) magic. He tells his father about everything and he ends up visiting more often then the first year because of paranoia. When Harry is revealed to be a parselmouth Damian isn’t scared like everyone else and instead demands that he be taught to speak with snakes as well (he has a pet ball python at home). This would be the catalyst for him growing closer to the trio. The rest of the year would be mostly uneventful for him since he doesn’t go into the chamber with Harry and Ron (he does later go check it out however).

I honestly have forgotten most of year three… but I think in this year he would be closer to the golden trio, and the only reason he isn’t included in many of their schemes is that he is in a different house. I also think that by year three he’s almost done learning to be an animagus and is also excelling in care of magical creatures while being mostly above average in his other classes. He’s trying way to hard to start learning wandless and worldless magic ahead of schedule (Which may have come from watching Bruce use a wand/wordless spell on a villain when he was just done with the night).

I’ve also forgotten most of the other years- but I’ll just say that I think he would be okay at quidditch but prefer broom racing, he will and has challenged literally anyone to a duel when he gets fed up. Also he finishes becoming an animagus year four or around year four, thinking on it I think that an ocelot would be a good fit for him.

just remembered dementors lol. They would go crazy for him, traumatic past, death energy from the pits, yeah they love him lmao. He learns a patron is really fast (from Bruce because the dementors also love him).

Damian is totally going to be trying to get into the triwizard tournament no matter what, he can’t get in though… he sees his first adult dragon because of the games and gains an interest in learning to speak merrow because of hearing dumbledoor speak it. Damian totally believes Harry when he says that Voldemort is back, as a side note he knew Cedric personally…

The amount of pure loathing he has for Umbridge is INSANE, he records every instance of her breaking the law (there’s many cases of child abuse/torture, including against him…). Bruce is trying to get her out of office the entire time and his voice holds a lot of power in the wizarding community, it’s not enough. Damian is a huge contributor to dumbledoor s army and helps a lot of people learn, also meets Grawp at some point, and an introduction to the centaurs :D

after that year he compiles all his evidence and end up getting umbridge into azkaban for a while (literally like half the school brought counts of illegal use of truth serum and torture forward)

Bruce would show up when the kids break into the ministry (he apparates to Britain a lot) and gets to punch Lucius in the face (he’s not as reliant on spells as the average magic user). Bruce gets so mad at dumbledoor because WHY ARE YOU LETTING THESE KIDS ALMOST DIE WITHOUT EVEN TRAINING THEM?????

Bruce adopts most of them in spirit at that point- (and is reminded why his family left the British wizarding world)

I’m not sure if Damian would go on the horcrux hunt with the main trio, if anything he would actually bring them to America to hide in Gotham at some point (maybe he stays there one summer? I’m sorry y’all I hate the dursleys so…)

Anyway that’s pretty much what I have so far…

Also Damian ended up splinching his arm off the first time he tried apparating, yet was also the one to practice it the most so he could visit Gotham more

Extra (based off of the mention of John earlier):

John: *rambling about how Batman’s soul would become corrupt if he tried to learn magic*

Bat *amused*: is this what you tell every muggle when they want to learn magic?

John, suddenly remembering his years at Hogwarts (he went up to halfway through the sixth year)(wizarding Britain is the only place that says muggles aside from Australia):

John: WAIT WHAT-

(John and Bruce went to Hogwarts in the same time frame and knew eachother) (John got sorted into Ravenclaw or griffindoor)

#Harry potter #hp #hogwarts #crossover #dc #batfam #batman #Wayne Family #hp x dc #dc x hp #Damian Wayne #Bruce Wayne #good father bruce wayne #I love that tag :)#Marauders era #mentioned #Wizarding Wayne AU

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airandyeah · 2 days ago

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Between Two Worlds (Gojo X Reader X Geto) Pt.3

My Masterlist Series Masterlist Chapter Warnings: Angst, memories...

You had found him hours later, surrounded by people—teachers, students, higher-ups, all buzzing around him like flies, throwing questions, concerns, orders.

But Satoru wasn’t really there.

He sat on the steps outside one of the school buildings, sunglasses perched on his nose, posture too casual to be real. He nodded where necessary, responded where expected, but you could tell—he wasn’t listening. Not really.

The moment he spotted you, his head tilted slightly, like he had been waiting.

You pushed through the crowd without hesitation, ignoring the sharp looks from some of the higher-ups. None of them mattered. Not now.

When you finally stood in front of him, heart pounding in your chest, the first thing you said was, “What happened?”

Satoru only smiled—tired, empty.

“We’ll talk later.”

Later.

The word sent frustration clawing up your throat.

You crouched slightly, lowering yourself to meet his eye level, searching for something—anything—that would tell you what he wasn’t saying.

"Satoru—"

His hand reached out, fingers curling around your wrist, gentle but firm.

“Not now,” he murmured. “Not here.”

And what could you do? With so many eyes on him, on you, there was no room to push. No space to demand the answers you desperately needed.

So you clenched your jaw, swallowed down your frustration, and nodded.

Even though it drove you insane. ~~~

Your home, once a place of warmth, felt unbearably heavy now.

Satoru stood across from you, one hand on his hip, the other rubbing at the back of his neck. He was uncharacteristically quiet. His usual arrogance, his playful smirks—gone.

“Well,” he finally muttered, breaking the silence. “That was a shitshow.”

You didn’t laugh.

Instead, you crossed your arms, eyes locked onto him. “You saw his residuals before we even left. Did you know he would be there?”

He sighed, his head tilting back before he finally met your gaze. “Had a feeling.”

You hated that he was right.

Your throat tightened. “He’s really doing it, then.”

Satoru exhaled through his nose. “Yeah.”

A thousand curses on Halloween. A night when the world blurred, when the boundary between life and death felt thinner than ever. Suguru had always been theatrical, but this wasn’t just about spectacle. This was war. A statement. A challenge.

You clenched your jaw, the memories of your younger years clawing at the edges of your mind. Suguru had once been your world. Both of them had. And now, you were standing here, married to one, preparing to fight the other.

Suguru.

Not a stranger. Not a monster.

Just Suguru.

You closed your eyes for a moment, letting out a slow breath.

When you opened them, Satoru was closer, his knuckles brushing against yours in a quiet reassurance.

“We’re really doing this, aren’t we?” you whispered.

His fingers curled slightly, hooking around yours. A quiet promise.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “We are.” ~~~ The city was quiet, bathed in the dim glow of streetlights as you made your way through the empty streets of your patrol zone.

Your patrol was nearly over, the night uneventful. But just as you rounded a corner, a shift in the air made you stop.

A presence. Familiar.

From the shadows of a narrow alleyway, he stepped forward.

Suguru.

Your breath hitched, but you didn’t move. His hands were raised slightly in a show of peace, his expression unreadable beneath the soft glow of the streetlamp.

“I mean no harm,” he said, voice steady, almost gentle. “I just… wanted to walk with you.”

The words shouldn’t have disarmed you the way they did. You should have reached for your weapon, called for backup, done something.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you stared at him—at the same face you had known since you were a teenager, the same dark eyes that once held nothing but warmth, now shadowed with something heavier.

“…Why?” The question came out softer than you intended.

Suguru took a step closer, slow, measured. “Because it’s been a long time.”

He was close enough now that you could see the slight curve of his lips—a ghost of a smile, not quite reaching his eyes.

“And I missed you.”

You walked.

Slowly.

Neither of you rushed, your footsteps in sync against the quiet pavement, the space between you measured yet fragile. The world around you felt like it was holding its breath, as if daring time to drag, stretching each second into something unbearable.

The air was crisp, carrying the distant hum of nightlife—distant laughter, the muffled thrum of music from a bar, the occasional rustle of autumn leaves swept by the wind. It should’ve felt normal. Routine.

But nothing about this was normal.

“I thought you’d call for backup,” Suguru mused, hands tucked loosely into the sleeves of his robe. “Or just cut me down where I stand.”

You exhaled through your nose. “I thought about it.”

He chuckled, low and quiet. “And yet, here we are.”

Here we were.

You dared a glance at him, at the man you had once loved so freely—before the war, before the weight of the world twisted his ideals into something unrecognizable. He didn’t look like an enemy now. He looked like Suguru. Like yours. The way he always had.

And yet, he wasn’t.

“Why are you really here?” Your voice was steady, but you felt the tremor beneath your ribs.

Suguru sighed, tilting his head back to look at the night sky. “Because I wanted a moment.”

“A moment?”

His gaze flickered back to you, dark and unreadable. “Before everything begins.”

The weight of his words settled between you. Before everything begins. Before Halloween. Before the war. Before the world was forced to choose between light and shadow, between him and Satoru, between the past and the present.

You slowed to a stop, turning to face him fully. “It doesn’t have to be this way.”

Suguru studied you, expression unreadable. Then, with something almost like regret, he smiled.

“Yes, it does.”

“So, do you still take your coffee the same way?” he asked, his voice laced with easy amusement.

You scoffed. “You already know the answer.”

“I don’t, actually,” he countered, tilting his head to look at you. “People change, you know.”

You hesitated. You had changed. But somehow, your answer hadn’t. “Black, with two sugars.”

Suguru hummed, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Good. That means Satoru hasn’t ruined you completely.”

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth in his tone made your heart twist. “I should be asking if you still drink tea like an old man.”

“Old man? Rude.” He pressed a hand to his chest, feigning offense before chuckling. “But yes. Some things don’t change.”

You walked in silence for a few more steps before he spoke again, voice softer.

“Do you still read before bed?”

Your breath caught. It was such a simple thing, and yet—it sent you reeling. Because of course he would remember.

“Yes.”

Suguru smiled to himself. “Good.”

The conversation carried on, shifting from tea to books, then to little things—trivial things. Festivals you’d both attended, Satoru’s ridiculous sunglasses, the time Haibara had gotten them all scolded for sneaking out past curfew. You laughed about things that should’ve been lost to time. He teased you like he always had.

For a fleeting moment, it was easy. It was simple. It was them.

And it would have been so easy to keep pretending.

But time was cruel.

Because no matter how much you let yourself slip into the illusion, reality would always pull you back.

Because Suguru had left.

And you weren’t kids anymore.

The end of your patrol route loomed ahead—the last stretch of road before you had to return to reality.

Suguru must have known it too because his steps slowed, his body tensing beside you as if he were trying to hold onto something already slipping through his fingers.

“Come with me.”

Your breath caught. The words weren’t loud, weren’t forceful. They were soft, desperate—an unspoken plea woven into every syllable.

You turned to face him, but he was already looking at you, his dark eyes filled with something raw, something aching.

“Suguru—”

“You don’t belong here,” he interrupted, his voice rougher now, edged with something frantic. “Not in this world, not with them.” His hands, steady in battle, now trembled at his sides. “You know it, don’t you?”

Your throat tightened.

“You’re wasting yourself,” he continued, stepping closer, as if closing the distance could somehow bring you back to him. “Living under their rules, pretending that this world isn’t broken beyond saving. We can fix it together. You, me—like it was supposed to be.”

Your chest ached, and for a single, damning second, you wanted to say yes.

Because wasn’t that the dream? Wasn’t that what you had all once believed in, before everything fell apart?

Before he left.

Before he made his choice.

“I can’t,” you whispered, barely trusting your own voice.

Suguru flinched, just barely, but enough that you saw it. His jaw clenched, his hands curling into fists before he forced himself to relax.

“You can,” he murmured, reaching for you—but stopping just short of touching. “You should.” His voice wavered, something breaking underneath. “I need you.”

You shut your eyes for half a second, willing yourself not to drown in him.

“Satoru—”

“This isn’t about him.” His voice cracked. “It’s about us.”

That was the worst part.

Because if things had been different, if the world hadn’t broken apart at the seams—there would have been an us.

But that world was gone.

And Suguru had been the one to destroy it.

You forced yourself to take a step back, to put space between you, to pull yourself out of his gravity before it was too late.

“I love you,” you admitted, the truth carving itself into your ribs. “I always will.”

His breath hitched.

“But I can’t follow you.”

The silence that stretched between you was deafening.

For a moment, he looked at you like he wanted to fight, to argue, to make you see. But then his shoulders dropped, his expression twisting into something utterly, heartbreakingly resigned.

“I see.” His voice was barely above a whisper.

You didn’t know if he meant the words as acceptance or surrender. Maybe both.

Maybe neither.

Then, slowly, Suguru took a step back into the shadows.

And this time, when he left—

You let him go.

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insomniac4000 · 23 hours ago

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Chris is on Raya, so maybe could you do a fic where he meets an actress and he tells his friends about it and it's kinda unbelievable, cause she is been in Marvel films or a really famous film

And maybe they breakup and everyone's like "Boy, you fumbled"

This was fun!!

Chris Dixon was definitely a dating app guy, it was almost a running joke at this point, Tinder, Hinge you name it he was on it. Sure, he’d downloaded Raya as a joke after one of his friends convinced him it was a goldmine of opportunity, it took over a year but he was finally accepted but he never actually expected to meet anyone on it, let alone match with a Marvel actress.

The first time he saw her profile, he nearly dropped his phone. Madison Carter. Actual Madison Carter. The same girl he’d watched on Disney Channel years ago, now one of Hollywood’s biggest stars. It had to be a catfish, right? But Raya had security, everyone on the app was verified. HE decided to take a change not expecting anything but then, a few days later, she liked him back, and before he knew it, they were chatting.

It was surreal. She was in London for her new film’s press tour and seemed genuinely interested in him—his football videos, his YouTube career, even his dumb Sunday League matches. After a few days of messaging, she suggested they meet for dinner, and he agreed without hesitation, even if he still wasn’t convinced this wasn’t some elaborate prank.

Chris arrived at the restaurant a little early, trying not to psych himself out. It wasn’t some overly fancy celebrity hotspot, just a nice, quiet place near Covent Garden. He kept checking his phone, half expecting a last-minute cancellation. But at exactly 7:30, Madison walked in, and suddenly, it was very, very real.

She was even more stunning in person, with the kind of effortless confidence only a movie star could have. “Chris?” she said with a warm smile, sliding into the seat across from him. “Nice to meet you.”

He barely managed a coherent response. “Yeah, uh—you too. This is, uh wow this is mental.”

She laughed, and just like that, some of his nerves faded. Conversation flowed easily; she was funny, down-to-earth, and surprisingly normal despite being one of the most famous actresses in the world. She asked about YouTube, about his friends, even about his disastrous attempts at cooking. In turn, he asked about Marvel, about life in LA, and about how weird it must be having people recognize her everywhere.

“I get away with it in London a little more,” she admitted. “New York, too. LA’s the worst for it I don’t really like spending a lot of time there, I much prefer New York.”

By the end of the night, Chris had almost forgotten she was a global superstar. It just felt like a really great date. And when she suggested they meet again, this time in Ireland—since she had a quick trip to Dublin before heading back to New York, he didn’t even hesitate to say yes.

A few days later, Chris found himself stepping into a lively Dublin pub, scanning the room for her. Madison had insisted on going somewhere casual, no five-star hotel bars, just a proper pub with Guinness on tap and a live band in the corner. Chris is very impressed.

He spotted her at a small table, waving him over with a grin. She was dressed down in jeans and a jumper, a baseball cap pulled low, but she still looked every bit like a movie star.

“Did you actually fly out just for this?” she asked when he sat down, raising an eyebrow.

Chris smirked. “Thought I’d make a weekend of it.”

It wasn’t a total lie—he had planned to film some content while he was here—but honestly, Madison had been the main reason he’d made the trip. And judging by the way she was smiling at him, she knew it too.

The night was even better than their first date. The pub was loud and cosy, and they drank pints while teasing each other about their vastly different careers. At one point, an old Irish man approached their table and tried to chat Madison up, clearly not realizing who she was.

“Feck off, mate, she’s with me,” Chris joked, making Madison burst out laughing.

By the end of the night, they were sitting close, knees brushing, her hand casually resting on his arm. When he walked her back to her hotel, she hesitated at the entrance, looking up at him with an expression that made his heart race.

“I had fun tonight,” she said softly.

“So did I,” he admitted. “I, uh—I hope this isn’t the last time.”

She smiled, reaching up to lightly tug at the sleeve of his jacket. “Me too.”

And then she kissed him.

It wasn’t dramatic or flashy—just a soft, lingering kiss on a quiet Dublin street. But it was enough to leave Chris completely stunned as she pulled back, gave him one last smile, and disappeared into the hotel.

A few days later, Madison was back in New York, and Chris was back in London, convinced he’d just lived through the most surreal week of his life. But somehow, they kept talking. Texts turned into FaceTime calls, which turned into late-night conversations about anything and everything, due to the time difference it was often two or three o clock in the morning by the time he went to sleep.

Chris tried not to get ahead of himself. She was a Hollywood actress, for God’s sake. She had a life in America, and he had one in the UK. But then she started talking about coming back to London in a few weeks “just because”, and for the first time, he let himself wonder if this could actually be something.

His friends, of course, lost their minds when they found out.

“There’s no way this is real,” George said, staring at him in disbelief. “You’re messing with us.”

Will was just as skeptical. “Chris, mate, you’re dating a Marvel actress? You?! You haven’t been able to hold a girl down in years.”

Chris groaned. “I don’t know if we’re ‘dating’ yet, alright? But, like… we talk. A lot.”

George shook his head, still in shock. “You’re living in a FIFA career mode storyline, mate. This is outrageous.”

Will grinned. “If you end up at the Oscars, we’re coming as your plus-ones.”

Chris just laughed, shaking his head. Maybe they were right—maybe it was mental. But as he lay in bed that night, staring at a new message from Madison—Wish you were here—he couldn’t help but think that, for once, the madness might actually be worth it.

For a few weeks, things felt almost too good to be true. Chris and Madison found a rhythm; constant texts, late-night FaceTime calls, and a couple of sneaky weekend trips. She visited London under the guise of “work meetings,” and he flew out to LA for a few days, claiming he was “filming content.” It was exciting, it was fun, and for the first time in a long time, Chris felt like he was properly falling for someone.

Then, the paparazzi photos happened.

It wasn’t anything crazy—just a few shots of them walking down the street in LA, coffees in hand, chatting and laughing like any normal couple. But of course, the internet exploded. Within hours, tweets and TikToks were dissecting their body language, debating whether they were actually together or if it was just a “casual thing.” YouTube clips popped up with dramatic titles: ChrisMD Dating Marvel Star?! His comment sections were flooded. Even his mates couldn’t believe it.

“Mate, you’re literally on TMZ,” Will texted, sending him a screenshot of a headline.

George followed up with, “You know you’ve made it when Hollywood gossip pages care about you.”

Chris tried to brush it off. Madison did too. “It’ll die down,” she said over the phone, voice calm but tired. “Give it a few days, and someone else will be the hot topic.”

But it didn’t die down. If anything, it got worse. Every time Madison was seen in public, people speculated whether she was on her way to see him. His fans turned into detectives, tracking their movements. Even their FaceTime calls started to feel like a risk—was someone going to catch a glimpse of him in the reflection of her sunglasses or the background of a story?

And then there was the distance.

As much as Chris liked her—really liked her—he couldn’t ignore how exhausting it was becoming. The time zones were brutal. His job needed him in the UK. Hers kept her bouncing between continents. Even when they were together, it felt like they were constantly on borrowed time.

One night, after another long phone call where neither of them really knew when they’d see each other next, he felt the weight of it all pressing down on him.

And he knew.

It wasn’t fair. To her, to himself. They were trying to build something on foundations that just weren’t strong enough.

So, he ended it.

It wasn’t dramatic. No big fight, no angry words. Just a quiet conversation where he told her that he didn’t think they could keep doing this. That as much as he liked her, the pressure, the distance, the scrutiny—it was all too much.

She didn’t argue. Didn’t beg him to reconsider. She just sighed, sadness lacing her voice as she said, “I get it.” She did, this had happened so many times before.

And that was that.

Chris expected to feel relief, but all he felt was like he’d just made the biggest mistake of his life.

His friends certainly thought so.

“You what?!” Will shouted, staring at him like he’d grown a second head.

“Chris, mate, are you actually stupid?” George added, completely baffled. “You were dating Madison Carter, and you ended it because of logistics?”

Chris groaned, dragging a hand over his face. “It wasn’t just logistics, alright? It was—everything. The media, the schedules, the—”

Will cut him off. “Oh, I’m sorry, was the Marvel actress who really liked you too much of an inconvenience?”

George shook his head. “You fumbled. You fumbled hard.”

Chris sighed. He knew they weren’t wrong.

But that didn’t change the fact that it was over.

He could live with the social media comments, maybe Shannon knew how to handle it.

#chrismd #chris dixon

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serengelic · 2 days ago

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Thinking about.....

Yet, at least.

─────────────────────୨ৎ───────────────────── Nerd!Gojo who’s filled with an almost unhealthy amount of giddiness every time he thinks back to the sort of low effort convo opener because if not for that he’s not sure you’d have the foundation you’d have now. Friends for 7 months, quite literally dancing around each other for 2 of those before he stopped being a pussy and asked you out.

Nerd!Gojo who didn't have to change how he acts at all because you like him like that..? All calculus jokes and ink stained fingertips – action figures and marvel. He could ramble on and on about any of his interests and you, in your own words wanted to ‘kiss his face raw’. He thinks he likes the idea of you doing just that.

Nerd!Gojo who thanks the damn heavens for too expensive perfume and even better coffee as you kiss his temple, warm and happy as he dozes off.

#i want to kiss his face #gojo #gojo x reader #nerdjo #nerd!gojo #i need him #jjk #this was supposed to be short #proofreadtheneditedthenhalfproofreadsorry

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ldolbybts · 15 hours ago

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Forbidden - Part 1

Pairing ➜ Dealer!yoongi x Female Reader Warnings ➜ 18+, phone sex, sexting, heavy drug use, alcohol use Summary ➜ You never meant to lock eyes with the beautiful stranger at Namjoon’s house party, you also didn’t mean to completely fall for him. Word Count ➜ 9.3K

[This is a repost of a fic I wrote like 5 years ago but since i remade i wanted to reupload it, enjoy!]

As you tried to finish up your final assignment of the week, you sat on your dorm room bed, legs crossed in front of your laptop. You couldn’t wait to have it finished.

As you finished writing the last sentence your phone began to buzz, turning it round to see who it was you read the name with a small smile, tapping your finger on the screen to answer.

“Hey! You ready to party?” Jungkook’s loud voice yelled down the phone to you.

You rolled your eyes at his excited tone, the youngest out of all you was always down for a party, and to his own credit he definitely knew how to do it right.

“Yeah, whose house is it at this time?” You asked.

“Namjoon’s house, you know he has that huge ass mansion and his parents are away on some business trip so it’s gonna be a fucking good night.” You could practically hear him shaking with his excitement over the phone.

“Sweet, did anyone get any pick-me-ups?” You asked, closing your laptop and stretching your legs out.

“I didn’t ask but I’m sure someone has something.” He replied. “So be there in an hour and lets live it up.” And with that he hung up. No further information or even a goodbye, but that was Jungkook for you.

“Crazy bastard.” You mumbled under your breath before going to get showered and ready.

As you pulled up in your taxi to Namjoon’s house you could hear the music blaring from inside the car, you paid and thanked the driver before walking up to the doorstep. You had dressed up a little tonight, rocking a black skirt with black ankle boots and a jumper to keep it a little more casual, however you were showing a lot of leg, which wasn’t usually your style, but you had thought to change things up a little couldn’t hurt. As you pulled down on the handle you weren’t surprised the door was unlocked, stepping in to be hit with the smells of smoke, weed and alcohol you were a little taken aback not expecting the party to be in such full swing already. You could never quite believe how big Namjoon’s home was when you walked into it, it was huge with 4 floors and about 10 bathrooms, you had been here countless of times but every time it still shocked you, he wasn’t even the richest out of your small group of friends which was the even more surprising part, you knew Jin’s parents were just as well off and when you went to his house you really couldn’t believe who you were friends with having lived not the most privileged life. However the rest of them were not as rich, still rich by your standards but definitely not to this extent which had put you at ease when you just beginning to know them. Them. The 6 best friends you could have asked for, knowing them from childhood you had grown up with them and you were still as inseparable as the beginning.

You walked down the long hallway and saw a few people loitering on the grand staircase but you knew where to find your friends. As you went into the kitchen there they were sitting at the table, which could seat about 20 people, but it was just the 6 of them, sitting around with their drinks in their hands.

Taehyung was the first one to spot you and he gave you a small cheer

“Look who it is! I saved you a seat.” He said, patting his thigh.

You rolled your eyes, pulling up a chair beside Jin to see him lining himself up a line of something white.

“Is that coke? Are you going to share?” You asked nudging him slightly.

“No fucking way, this is the last of it, ask someone else.” He said.

You looked around to table to see them all looking at Jin.

“Jin what the fuck man, we always count on you to have shit, what do you mean that’s the last of it?” Jimin asked from across the table.

Jin looked up from intently splitting the powder into 2 thin lines his brows creased.

“You mean none of you have anything on you?” He said looking around at everyone as they all shook their heads.

“Hoseok I thought you got coke from that new dealer you met at that party?” Jin asked.

“Nah man turned out his product’s dodgy as fuck, I only trust the stuff you get and since you wont give us your dealers name…”

Jin let out a long sigh.

“Fine fine, I’ll call my dealer see if he can get me anything in the next hour, if not looks like we’ll be snorting alcohol tonight.” He said with a small chuckle.

“Oh fuck that, he better hook you up, this needs to be a great night.” Jungkook chimed in.

“You can have a good night without it you know.” You shot back.

“Yeah I don’t want a good night, I want a great night, call him Jin.”

Jin took a crisp 20 out of his pocket and began rolling it up.

“Jin! Please man I’m begging you.” Jungkook said again after receiving no response.

Jin put his face to the table running the makeshift tube up the line snorting it all at once with one huge sniff and he sat back one holding his other nostril taking a few more heavy sniffs and wiping at his nose.

“Okay fine.” He said breaking out a small smile.

You laughed so hard tears formed, there was something so darkly comical about the event that had just unfolded you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Since you’re the only one that finds me funny around here _____ you can have the other line.” He said passing it over to you.

You looked at him a little in disbelief, “Really? Fuck, thanks Jin.” You said before sniffing up the line in one swift movement.

You immediately felt the small rush to your head and broke into a small smile.

“Jin! Come one man this isn’t fair! You’re already having a good night and I’m not.”

Jungkook complained again and you smiled a little at his childish behaviour.

“I’m going I’m going. Let me give him a call.” Jin said pushing his chair back and standing up.

Before leaving the room Jin walked over to Jungkook, standing in front of him he stuck his palm out.

Jungkook looked at him confused.

“You going to pay for your share?” He asked, sounding serious.

Jungkook looked at him in disbelief, “What about everyone else?!” He asked, his voice rising in pitch. Everyone stayed silent, trying not to burst into laughter.

“I’ve got everyone else covered I just want your share.” He said.

Jungkook looked well…distressed for lack of a better word, reaching into his pocket he pulled out a crumpled 10, which Jin plucked out of his hands.

“Thanks man.” Jin said, a small smirk on his face before leaving the room.

Everyone laughed loudly, tears falling.

When Jin had returned to the room he gave everyone the thumbs up letting them know his dealer was on his way and would get him sorted in about an hours time.

“Jin man you have to give me your dealers number he sounds like an angel sent from heaven.” Hoseok said.

“A little coke angel.” Namjoon chimed in, which gave everyone at the table a small chuckle.

“No way I already told you all. None of you are getting his name or number, you’re all losers and he won’t want to deal to me if I introduce you to him.”

You knew you should have been offended but honestly you kind of knew what Jin was saying, he had always been the chilled, cooler one out of the 7 of you, people trusted and respected him because he just radiated that sort of aura, not to mention he was a little older than the rest of you.

Funnily enough no one argued back, Hoseok just gave a little sigh of defeat and went back to his beer.

As the night really began you were definitely having fun, the coke had really kicked in and you began drinking beer to add to your buzz.

You soon enough found yourself in the huge living room, which was insanely crowded, the music was the loudest in here and you soon found yourself up dancing in the middle of the room, which had kind of become a makeshift dance floor for the night. As you got up and began dancing with a few girls you knew, you spotted someone sitting on the edge of the couch who you had never seen before. He wasn’t looking in your direction but the pull you felt looking at him was indescribable. You had never seen someone so beautiful. You really studied him for a moment but you soon realised you didn’t know who he was, which was unusual for you considering you knew or had a least seen most of the people in here at least once before. Just before you went to focus you attention back to the girls - feeling a little stalker-ish for staring – he looked at you, scanning the room he locked eyes with you and you immediately glanced away, mentally cursing yourself out for staring.

As you focused you attention back on dancing you couldn’t help the heat that spread across your cheeks, you still felt like his eyes were burning into you and that was all you could think about. That was when you felt a pair of hands snake around your waist, you immediately turned only to be faced with Taehyung, he always got touchy with you when the both of you were drunk, and to be frank you behaved the exact same way.

“Hey sexy you come here often?” He asked with a small wink.

“Hm, sometimes what about you?” You said sliding your hands up around his neck feeling a little flirtier that usual, maybe it was the thought of the handsome stranger watching you.

Taehyung didn’t even need to reply, sliding his hands down and resting them at your hips and you began swaying back and forth with him.

After dancing for a while your mind went back to the guy you had saw and you wondered if he was still there, you glanced over to where he has been sitting only to see the space now empty.

“I’m gonna go pee.” You half yelled into Taehyung’s ear before manoeuvring through Namjoon’s large house.

When you finally reached the closest bathroom it was locked, typical. By the time you reached the 6th bathroom you knocked on the door only to be greeted with silence. As you turned to go to the next you one you heard the door opening and turned back around, so thankful you could finally pee.

You turned ready to thank whoever it was only to be stunned into silence to see it was the guy from earlier. You felt frozen in place, looking at him up close was a completely different experience; he really was as beautiful as you had first thought.

He was looking at you with such a cool calm demeanour you almost felt embarrassed about your thoughts.

“Sorry I just needed to use the bathroom.” You said almost choking on your own words. He gave you a small nod, and stepped to the side. You walked passed him to go into the bathroom and as you turned to close the door he was already walking back down the stairs.

Something in you wanted to call out to him and something in you did call out to him, you realised you didn’t know if he was staying or going and this could be only your chance.

“Sorry, excuse me! Do I know you from somewhere?” You asked.

He stopped mid step in the middle of the staircase.

He turned to look at you. “No, we’ve never met before me believe me, I’d remember.” The line itself was cheesy but he said in such a way you could have swooned.

“I’m _____- Wait actually can we do this after I pee? Wait there one second.” With that you closed the door, you were a little too drunk to even feel shame at this point so after peeing the fastest you could and washing your hands, you got out of the bathroom in record time. When you opened the door you heart dropped a little that he wasn’t there anymore but as you approached the stairs you saw him standing at the bottom of the staircase talking to none other than Jin.

“Hey...” You said cautiously as you approached them both.

Both of them turned to look at you and you stopped short of the bottom step, not really sure what you were interrupting.

“_____, hey, I’m just talking to Yoongi here, I’ll meet you downstairs.” Ah so the mystery man’s name was Yoongi. Jin was being curt with you and to be honest it irked you a little bit.

“Actually I’ve already met ______, we just had a nice chat.” He said a small smile on his face.

Jin’s eyes widened a little which confused you; you had chatted up plenty of guys at parties before what was different about this one?

Then it hit you.

This was Jin’s dealer.

You suddenly felt a little stupid, but were dealers supposed to be this attractive? You always pictured them as sketchy older men who always looked twitchy.

Jin was glaring at you and you knew exactly what he was getting at, he did not want you fucking around with his dealer.

You let out a small sigh before glancing over at Yoongi.

“I guess…I’ll see you around?” You said, making it sound like more of a question.

“I’m sure Yoongi has better things to do than-”

“Actually,” Yoongi interrupted, “I was going to stay a little while if that’s okay Jin, I saw a few people I recognised earlier downstairs, would be nice to catch up.” He stated.

Jin cleared his throat a little, “Yeah no problem Yoongi, stay as long as you like and thanks again for coming on such short notice.”

You realised you had really overstayed your welcome in their conversation as you turned and began walked down the stairs.

“_____!” Jin called from above you. “Your ass is showing, pull your skirt down.”

You felt your cheeks burn as you immediately grabbed your skirt and tugged it down, at least you were wearing a sexy red thong, Jin was lucky for the show, you just prayed to all the god’s Yoongi hadn’t seen.

About an hour had passed and you were back in the full swing of dancing, Taehyung had his hands all over you again and you didn’t even care, you were so coked up it was fucking shameful.

“You know,” Taehyung was whispering in your ear, “me and you would be so fucking good together.”

You were smiling, eyes closed, still dancing up against him.

You and Taehyung had always had this strange attraction growing up, he always told you he thought you were beautiful and the fact he was offensively gorgeous didn’t help. But you saw how he treated women – he would fuck them and never speak to them again, you told yourself that you weren’t going to be another one of his conquests.

However that didn’t stop you and him from being makeout buddies every now and again.

“Tae…” You whined as you felt his hands digging into your hips a little harder than usual, his actions were definitely getting to you, more than they usually did and you could feel your whole body begin to heat up.

He leaned in to kiss you and you imediately returned the kiss letting his tongue slide into your mouth, you began to run your hands through his offensively soft hair.

“Fuck, I want you so bad.” He said, his breathing heavy.

You wanted him too. Admittedly it had been a long time from you had gotten laid and to say you were fustrated was an understament. But it was a bad idea and you knew that know matter how drunk you got.

“Hm, you can’t have me Tae. You know that.” You said, smiling at him solemly.

“Why is that beautiful? We’ve known each other forever, you could at least give me a little something, you know we’d be great together.” He replied looking at you with wide eyes.

“Taehyung, I like making out with you but I’m never going to go farther than that, there is no together with you, you’re a classic fuck boy, we’d have sex and you’d never look at me again.” You said, sighing heavily.

There was a short time when you had been hopelessy in love with Taehyung, he was beautiful and you had been young and stupid.

When you saw the sort of person he’d became your romantic love for him had slowly died out, knowing you never wanted that for yourself.

“You really think I’d do that to you? You’re my best friend _____.” He said, pouting his big beautiful lips.

You let out a short laugh, “That makes it worse, Tae, just drop it. I’m gonna go get another drink.” And with that you walked away from his embrace, you knew by the time you’d even reach the kitchen he will have already found a new girl to dance with. You loved him but god was he a player.

You found yourself sitting at the ridiculously big dining table once again, beer cradled in one hand as you looked around your surroundings, most of your friends where elsewhere but you could see Jungkook chatting up some beautiful girl out of the corner of your eye, you were feeling a little down and you realised it was because your high was slowly beginning to wear off, you needed another little pick-me-up you decided as you stood up in search of Jin.

You searched the place for him finally seeing him sitting on the couch in living room number two, deep in talk with none other than Yoongi – god damnit, there was no way you could approach that situation and not embarrass yourself, but your low was coming on strong and you knew your night was only going to get worse.

“Hey guys…” you wavered, both heards turning to look directly at you, pulled from their conversation.

“Jin can I see you for a second?” You asked casually, pulling at a strand of your hair, you didn’t know what was making you jittery, the drugs in your system or Yoongi looking at you so intensely you felt your cheeks burning, you must’ve looked like a damn tomato.

“Hey _____!” Jin smiled at you widely, he must’ve been more gone than you were.

“Me and Yoongi were talking about music, you like music too don’t you?”

You let out a small laugh, “Yeah Jin…I think most of of the population likes music.”

You heard Yoongi let out a airy laugh at your joke, although Jin just kep grinning up at you like he was making perfect sense.

“Okay then! So you talk to Yoongi while I go take a piss, perfect plan.”

Before you could even begin to protest Jin was already heading upstairs, so with nothing better to do and in your drunken state you decided to plant yourself beside Yoongi. You sat a little too close, as both your knees touched you sat forward, resting your chin on your hand.

“So I’m guessing you two were talking about…let me guess…music?”

Yoongi let out another small laugh, causing you to smile, you liked that sound a lot.

“Yeah… I was just telling Jin about how I like making music, producing ya know? I don’t think he understood a damn word I was saying tho, dudes so blitzed.”

It was your turn to laugh “I think everyone here is blitzed.”

“Yeah sometimes it’s hard being the only sober one at a party, but at least I can take videos of Jin if he decides to get shirtless and dance on the pool table again.”

You laughed loudly this time, “Fuck! Has he really done that before? Do you have pictures, I must’ve missed that one.”

“Sadly no, I didn’t take any I was too busy making sure he didn’t kill himself, I was just dropping something off to him, but no one was else was making sure he didn’t die, so I stuck around a bit.”

“Have you known him long? I can’t believe we’ve never met before.” You said, resting a hand on his knee.

You were being bold and forward and you knew that but you hoped he didn’t mind.

You couldn’t really tell however as he didn’t even react to your advances, simply responding to your question instead.

“A few years, yeah, you’ve probably never seen me, I don’t stick around, I’m usually working.”

“Ah.” You said knowingly, you didn’t know if it was awkward to bring up the fact that he dealt drugs but you also knew he had figured out by now you knew what his ‘work’ was.

Before you could say anything else Jins voice cut through the room as he made his way over to you both, you jerked your hand away from Yoongi’s knee, knowing it would do nothing but bring you trouble if he saw.

“So, did you guys talk?” He asked planting himself down beside you, a smile still on his face.

“Yeah-listen Jin I gotta go.” Yoongi said, his eyebrows low as he looked intensely at his phone.

Jin began to pout, “Stay Yoon, it’s been so long since we’ve talked like this.”

Yoongi smiled big at him and you heart nearly beat out of your chest then and there.

“Yeah, it’s been good Jin, but I gotta bounce. I’ll see you next time, okay?” When he began to stand up, you found yourself standing with him.

“I can show you out if you want.” You said, nerves completely overtaking you. You can’t remember the last time you really had to work for a guy’s attention like this, you were used to drunken gropes and getting to the sex bit quick enough, but that was all meaningless, drunken fumbles and hungover regrets.

You wanted Yoongi in a completely different way, and you couldn’t just let him walk out the door.

Yoongi nodded, and you walked in front of him making your way to the front door.

You stopped when you reached it, turning to face him, he stopped as well, looking at you, wondering why you stopped.

“I wanna see you again.” You said boldly, this wasn’t you, but you decided it was going to be your only chance.

Yoongi’s eyes widened in surprise at your confession and you shyly looked down at the ground, unable to meet his stare.

When you looked back up he was smirking, but it wasn’t smug.

“I’m really glad you said that.” He began “But wasn’t that guy you were dancing with your boyfriend?” He asked.

It was your turn to be surprised as you took a moment.

“Oh! You mean Taehyung? No, no he isn’t my boyfriend, he’s just a friend, he gets handsy when he’s drunk, to be honest so do I.”

“I noticed.” Yoongi shot back.

You let out a nervous giggle.

Yoongi was smiling fondly but his facial expression quickly turned hard and cold.

“I’m sorry, I’m being too forward, I just- I-” You began, but you were interrupted.

“I’m sorry, _____, it’s not you, I’ve enjoyed meeting you, a lot actually, but I’m not in the habit of getting to know women like you. I don’t live the safest of lives and I don’t like to drag anyone into it, I’m sorry…”

And with that he walked out the front door leaving you feeling cold and rejected.

As you walked back in you took a seat on the couch once again beside a very drunk Jin.

“You know,” he began holding up a single finger. “Yoongi is such a great guy…I have known him for so long.” He slurred.

“That’s nice Jin.” You said, not really wanting to talk anymore about Yoongi.

“He just got dealt a shitty hand you know, I doubt he ever wanted to be put in this situation, but if my dad was the head of some terrifying gang slash organisation slash whatever the fuck it is, I would put my head down and do whatever he asked as well.”

“Wait, what?” You asked, curiousity peaking.

“Yeah, I knew him from a class we took together a few years back, we were friends then, but he left college before the first year was out, I guess his dad didn’t approve, wanted him to stay in the family business, ya know? Such a bad situation for someone so intelligent, he had his whole life ahead of him…” He continued.

“You know he’s never even tried any drugs before? I guess when you grow up around that, you see enough to be put off…my heart aches for him sometimes…”

Jin was still talking but you could only hear bits and pieces, completely lost in your own thoughts.

The rest of the night was awful, you’d ended up leaving early, almost sober and mostly sad. You couldn’t believe what Jin had told you.

You still were in shock at Yoongi’s words to you aswell, maybe it was just genuine concern on his end…

But the point had been you wanted to get to know him.

You tucked yourself in not even bothering to remove anything but your shoes and fell into a deep but restless sleep.

Two weeks had passed since that party and for the most part Yoongi was entirely out of your mind, I mean after all you had barely known the guy and you weren’t gonna let one silly drunken moment bring you down.

It was Jin’s party that was on your mind for tonight. Your rich friends usually had some crazy party once a week but you only attended when you could, and tonight it was gonna be a good one.

“So Jin do you want me to come over early with some booze? I can help set up.” You said over the phone to your friend.

“Yes actually I would really appreciate that ______, it’s not like any of the other guys offer to help.” Jin said with a resigned sigh.

You let out a small laugh – “Cmon Jin, you’ve met them all, when would they ever offer to help for anything, lazy bastards.”

It was Jin’s turn to laugh this time, “You’re right I don’t know why I expect anymore from them, I may have grown up rich _____ but my parent’s made sure I knew how to respect those around me.”

You were nodding even though Jin couldn’t see, but he defintely was the most humble out of all the guys, he had been raised right.

“Shall we say 7? The party doesn’t kick off til 9 but you can come help me set up and we can drink in peace for a bit before the madness ensues.

You chuckled, “Sure thing Jinnie! See you later!”

You could almost hear the eyeroll over the phone before Jin hung up.

As you let yourself in – Jin had told you to do so – you took a second to appreciate the modern beauty of the house Jin lived in, it looked so bold and beautiful…very much like himself.

You tucked the bottle of vodka under your arm as you carried a bag of snacks in the other, you knew Jin didn’t need this, he was always more than prepared but you always felt strange showing up to his house empty handed, maybe it was the fact he had done so much for you.

“Honey I’m home!” You yelled from the hallway hoping Jin would reply and give an indication of where he was in this gigantic house.

You didn’t get a reply however. You furrowed your eyebrows in frustration heading for the kitchen so you could at least put the alcohol and snacks down.

However, as you neared the entrance for the kitchen the bag that was holding the snacks ripped, spilling all over the floor you groaned in frustration setting the bottle of vodka down, you got down on your knees and reminded yourself to stop asking for paper bags and just bring a tote with you.

“Fuck,” Was all you breathed out and you began picking things up.

As you started, a pair of hands joined the mission and you sighed in relief.

“I was wondering when you were gonna show your face, were you in there the whole time? You could have answered when I called also-“ You stopped dead in your tracks as you looked up and realised it was not Jin’s eyes you were looking into.

They were Yoongi’s.

“Uh- oh my god, you don’t have to help I’m sorry I’m an idiot I though you were Jin, you know, I was thinking those were so not his hands but I carried on anyway I’m sorry again.” You were speaking from a place of sheer panic, you had no idea how to handle being this close to Yoongi, especially sober.

Looking at him was an entirely new experience, like you were seeing him for the first time all over again.

You were still scopping up the bags of snacks whilst Yoongi helped and as you stood up he stood up with you, his arms full now.

“I’m sorry-“

“You said that already, it’s fine, I’m not just gonna watch you struggle now am I?” He said with a slightest of smirks on his face. God he really was beautiful.

As you both entered the kitched you dumped the snacks in the corner of the counter. Of course Jin had an array of more expensive looking stuff already laid out, but it kept your mind at ease knowing you hadn’t shown up empty handed.

“Thank you for that.” You said, afraid to meet his gaze. “Why are you h-“ You cut yourself off, embarrassed you had even begun to ask that question, you knew why he was here.

“I mean- where’s Jin? Did he leave you here all alone?” You asked.

“He just had to run upstairs for a second, he should be down any minute.” Yoongi replied and you realised as he spoke he was checking you out.

He eyes skimmed over your body, quick enough that he wasn’t lingering but slow enough for you to notice.

You weren’t wearing anything fancy although you had to admit you had chosen these jeans because you loved the way they hugged your curves and your camisole had some cleavage on display.. but nothing major.

“Ah okay…well… I guess I’ll get started in the living room. Jin likes me to set up the playlists and everything, he says he doesn’t like the responsibility of being judged by the party music being bad.” You said with a small laugh.

Yoongi just nodded, looking at you with that intense stare. The atmosphere tense, you wanted any excuse to leave the kitchen.

“Maybe one day we can play some of yours!” You said, remembering the small conversation you had with him.

To your surprise Yoongi’s eyes widened. “You remember I said that?”

You nodded, “Of course, I know I wasn’t exactly a model for sobriety, but I wasn’t that bad!”

Then there it was. A smile. A genuine one with even a small laugh.

“Well I guess you weren’t as bad as Jin.”

Like a scene from a movie Jin walked into the kitchen right on cue,

“When was I bad? Why are you two talking about me? Also last question, why was there a bottle of vodka on the floor?” Jin asked holding up the forgotten vodka bottle you had set down when the snacks had spilled.

You merely laughed as you walked on past him, grabbing the bottle from his hands and headed for the living room.

As you played about with the sound system you had regrettably took a few large swigs from the bottle of vodka, trying anything to ease the anxiety you got around Yoongi. It wasn’t a bad anxiety per say, he just made you feel things you weren’t used to, which in turn made you queasy. So you figured getting a little buzzed would help take the edge off. Admittedly drinking vodka raw wasn’t your style, but you didn’t want to interrupt whatever they had to talk about, so here you were.

As you fiddled about with the bass and everything – admittedly you hadn’t one clue what you were doing but it was killing time – you took out your phone to open up your trustly party playlist, always a winner in your book when it came to house parties when you were suddenly interrupted by Jin’s voice.

You nearly jumped out your skin at how close he was.

“Jesus christ Jin! You couldve just called me from a distance there was no need to give me a heartattack!” You said, a little on edge. You knew why you were though.

“Sorry, I’m sorry, by any chance…have you got any cash on you?” Jin asked, “I’ve forgot to take some out of the ATM.”

You nodded, “Yeah I have like 40 on me, is that enough?”

Jin chuckled, then grew serious. “Of course not, look I’m going to have to drive to the nearest ATM, will you keep Yoongi company, I think he likes you and I trust you to be the only one who won’t act strange around him.”

God if only Jin knew what he was saying.

You gulped and looked up at him “Of course, but don’t be long.”

Jin simply nodded already making it for the front door.

“I should be back in 10!” He shouted from the hallway, not sure who to, maybe the both of you.

You took another big gulp of the vodka scrunching your face up at the way it burned down your throat.

As you decided the best thing was to turn back to the sound system you heard Yoongi clear his throat, letting you know he had came into the living room.

“Hi, sorry…I’m trying to figure this stupid thing out, I act like I know what I’m doing, but in reality, I’m clueless.” You said with a sheepish smile and burning cheeks.

Yoongi looked at you crouched on the floor and returned the smile, “Well maybe I can help…this is probably all I know how to do.”

He crouched down beside you and you felt the heat radiate off him with how close he was, sides almost touching he reached his hands out to the many buttons on the system. He definitely seemed to know what he was doing, you wondered if his fingers were as skilled in other areas…

You shook the idea from your mind trying not to look as flustered as you felt.

“I think that should do it…” Yoongi said, standing up. You stood up with him looking up at him. He wasn’t by any means tall, but compared to you he still had a few good inches.

“Are you gonna play something?” He asked.

You nodded, pulling out your phone and connecting it up to the speaker.

You hit shuffle on your playlist and nodded enthusiastically when the song came out sounding great just the right amount of bass and whatever else it was called.

“Thank you this sounds amazing, Jin will be impressed, as I am going to take sole credit for this.”

Yoongi pouted and you swore your heart skipped a beat.

“What exactly do I get then?” He asked.

“Anything you want.” You stated, boldy. You knew the vodka was beginning to hit as only the drunker side of you would say something like that.

Yoongi’s entire demeanour darkened at your words, he was 100% picking up what you were putting down, he was looking at you like a damn meal and you honestly loved it.

He shifted back to his neutral expression clearly shaking himself out of whatever daze he had been.

“Maybe I’ll steal some snacks on my way out here.” He joked.

You couldn’t help but pout a little, slightly frustrated that he had changed the topic.

His words from the other night rang in your ears.

He said he didn’t like to drag anyone into his life, condering it was dangerous; what he did for a living.

You knew it was probably not the best thing in the world for you to want a drug dealer this bad, but he seriously held no qualities of one, he was just as normal as any other guy, well, except for the fact he was so hot he made your head spin.

But what if you didn’t really care about all that? Although in all honestly it did scare you a little…but what if you wanted to risk getting to know him?

You were annoyed now, annoying yourself with your thoughts, your mood had soured fast.

“Yeah do whatever you want.” You said offhandedly, turning to walk back into the kitchen.

He was following you, you could hear him behind you, but you refused to turn around, it was hard acting like you weren’t bothered though, considering you were.

When you finally made it to the kitchen you kept your back to him, setting cups out and trying your hardest to make it look like you were busy.

You heard Yoongi sigh.

“Did I say something to hurt you?” He asked, but you could tell by his tone that he was on the defense as well.

“No.” You replied curtly, you knew what you were doing, you knew you were being a child but you couldn’t help yourself. You honestly embarrassed yourself trying to basically throw yourself at him but he shut you down everytime.

You knew how to take a hint, you needed to leave whatever it was you two had alone, you didn’t want to do anything that would cause him to be uncomfortable, although he had definitely gave you some hints that this wasn’t a one-sided thing.

“God, Jin’s taking a lot longer than he said he would, right?” He said. You couldn’t see his face but you knew he was grabbing at anything to make the situation less tense.

“Yeah, I’m sure he’ll be back soon though.” Was all you could say.

As if on cue once again, your phone pinged in your back pocket, you pulled it out and saw it was Jin texting you.

7:47PM

Jinnie – i am stuck in traffic, tell yoongi i am sorry, will hopefully be another 15mins!

You put your phone back in your pocket and looked up at Yoongi finally, he was rubbing the back of his neck and looking at the ground, clearly distracted.

“That was Jin,” Yoongi lifted his head. “He said he’s stuck in traffic, going to be another 15 minutes, can you wait that long?”

Yoongi took a second to think before nodding “Yeah I have time.”

You turned your back again, looking at how everything was set out you took another couple of minutes to reorganise and pour some more snacks out into bowls, you honestly didn’t know why Jin went through all this trouble but you weren’t gonna judge him.

As you went to start mixing a cocktail in a bowl, you heard a voice directly behind you.

“You need any help? I feel bad just sitting there.”

You jumped a little and when you spun around you couldn’t believe how close he was to you.

You were silent, just looking at him for a second and he seemed to be doing the same thing.

“I think I’m oka-“ And just like that he cut you off mid sentence, only instead of using words, it was his lips on yours.

He pulled away after a quick kiss, trying to gauge your reaction, you searched for any hint of doubt on his face and you think he was doing the same, when you saw none you pulled him in again for a kiss once again.

You immediately wraped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

Yoongi obliged – pushing you a little until your back hit the kitchen counter, pinning you between it and him.

He was kissing you slowly, and it was setting your whole body on fire, he brought his hands to your hips and you took that your cue to slip your tongue inside his mouth, he lightly sucked on it.

You moaned into his mouth, loving every sensation his was giving you.

Yoongi moaned back into your mouth, pushing his body close to yours.

He finally pulled away to catch his breath and you did the same, your head was in the clouds, it had been so long since someone had kissed you like that.

Yoongi spoke first, “I’m sorry about that – I know what I said to you the other night, but you have no idea how crazy you’re driving me.”

“Hmm.” Was all you could say, too dazed to think of a proper reply.

You don’t know who started kissing who again, but this time there was no mercy. You kissed each other so desperately that you even let out a small squeal of laughter when Yoongi lifted you up so you were perched on the counter, he moved in between your legs and you boldly wrapped them around his waist, pulling his as close as you could.

“Fuck, I – jesus –” Yoongi muttered between kisses.

You shushed him, trying to encourage him to keep doing what he was doing.

You were both panting heavy, so hot and turned on it was sinful.

You had just began kissing again, completely unaware of the passing of time, when the sound of the front door closing made you both jump.

Yoongi moved away from you and you jumped down from counter, fixing your clothes and hair as quick as you could, you prayed you didn’t look a hot mess as much as you felt it.

You looked over at Yoongi who had took a seat at the kitchen island, you could see his chest still rising and falling and you couldn’t help but giggle a little.

He simply smirked at you and you really couldn’t keep it together as you heard Jin approaching you turned your back to try and make the cocktail you were about to start, you needed a distraction.

When Jin walked in, you heard Yoongi stand up.

“Hey sorry Yoongi, traffic was crazy.” Jin began.

“It’s fine man don’t worry about it, me and _____ were just talking.” He said, as cool and as casual as if that what you both really had been doing.

You were pretty sure if you turned around your face was going to reveal everything Jin didn’t know.

You took a second to catch on what was going to happen and you made yourself scarce, running for the living room with a quick “Excuse me.”

As you sat on the sofa, you pulled out your phone to see you had a missed call for Taehyung, probably wanting to know when the best time was to show up.

You sent him a quick text instead of calling him back.

8:05PM

You: hey tae, party will probably start around 9ish? i think… i forgot to ask Jin actually x

You phoned pinged almost instantly

8:06PM

Taehyung (hottest guy alive): okay i’ll leave in an hour then, see u soon ! x

You sighed a little, you kept forgetting to change Taehyung’s contact name, he had took your phone and made the change when you were at a party with him, you had laughed about it, you never made any effort to change it either.

“Hey.” You suddenly heard from behind you, farther away this time, it had you standing up and spinning around.

Yoongi was standing in the doorway.

“Hey yourself. Please don’t tell me you’re leaving.” You said, walking closer to him.

If you had it your way, he would be fucking you on this sofa right now.

You playfully tugged at his belt buckle, trying to pull him into the living room.

“Come say bye.” You said, looking up at him, eyes full of lust.

You leaned in to kiss him and he returned it, but only for a few seconds.

You never took your hands off his belt, keeping him securely in place.

“Listen, I have to go. I can’t stay, I told Jin I’d let myself out.” He said.

You audibly whined, you were so horny you could’ve cried.

“Fuck, please don’t make that sound…I don’t think I can drive with a hard on.”

You stomach flipped and your core throbbed all at once.

So he was taking it …there.

“Well, I could always help you out in that department you know…” You trailed off.

Yoongi took a deep breath and closed his eyes, clearly trying to compose himself.

“God, you are making me crazy, you know that?” He asked, you knew he wasn’t really looking for an answer but you shook your head anyway, trying to play coy.

“What if Jin saw us like this? I’m pretty sure he would kill me and then kill you.”

You laughed at his statement.

“He wouldn’t kill me, he likes me too much.” You stated.

Yoongi scoffed a laugh.

“Okay that’s fair enough but I really do have to go, give me your number I’ll text you.” He said, taking his phone from his pocket.

You called out your number and he saved the contact.

You didn’t ask for his, if he really wanted to text you he would.

You walked him to the front door.

“I guess we can talk later? About what it is we’re actually doing?” You asked, hopeful.

Yoongi nodded. “Of course. I’ll see you soon.”

And with that, he was gone.

A few hours had passed and the party was in full swing. You were nicely drunk and you were enjoying swaying back and forth as the music flooded your senses.

You had opted to take no heavy drugs, wanting to not be so blitzed incase Yoongi decided to text you before the night was out.

You were dancing when you felt a very familiar pair of hands snake around your waist.

“Has anyone ever told you how fucking great your ass looks in those jeans?” Taehyung whispered in your ear.

You shook your head no. “Well, I’m here to tell you, your ass looks fucking great in these jeans.”

As he started peppering kisses on your neck you pulled away from him.

“Not tonight Tae, I’m not in the mood.” You said, you couldn’t, knowing you had only kissed Yoongi a few hours prior.

Taehyung raised his hands in defence, stepping back a little, one of his redeeming qualities – he actually listened.

“My bad, so who’s the guy?” He asked.

You made your way to the couch and he followed suit.

“What guy?” You asked.

“You never let me kiss you at parties if you have some guy on your mind, so who is he?” He asked again.

You shook your head, “There is no guy…” You knew you were a shitty liar, but what were you supposed to say?

Taehyung laughed. “Okay fine, if you don’t wanna talk about him yet I get it.”

You hit his shoulder playfully. “There is no guy jackass!”

“Okay I believe you!” Taehyung said and if his tone of voice was anything to go by he definitely did not believe you.

You scoffed, “I am going to pee.”

“Okay I am going to find a new dance partner.” And with that you both went your separate ways.

As you made you way up the stairs and found a bathroom, as soon as you closed the door your level of drunk really hit you, what was it about bathrooms that did that?

Enjoying the quiet for a second you pulled your phone out of your back pocket and saw that you had a message from an unknown number.

You let out a small noise of excitement.

11:37PM

Unknown: hey guess who?

You quickly saved his contact.

11:52PM

You: heyyyyyyyyyyyy i knwo who u are ;)

You got a little excited as you saw that he was replying immediately.

11:53PM

Yoongi: hahaahahah how drunk are you exactly?

You: Come to jins party and see,, im not that dru nk

Yoongi: What exactly would happen if I were to come?

You: i cant even pretend to play coy,,, i would suck your dick and beg you to fuck me :)

You saw the dots rapidly disappearing and reappearing. You laughed out loud, he was clearly at a loss for words.

You wanted him to know you wanted him badly, you needed him to know.

11:56PM

Yoongi: fuckdkkck, that is so hot u are so hot, u know that whole time you had your back to me i was just satring at ur ass in those jeans,.,.,, also the night we first met.. ur skirt had rid up and you were wearing that red thong..,fuck i couldve ruined u then and there..

You paused, remembering what had happened, you thought only Jin had seen that, but knowing Yoongi had seen it riled you up so much you thought you were going to explode.

You: yoongi please come here i am so horny pleasseeeeeeeee

Yoongi: fucl

Yoongi: fukc i want too but i cant im working im sorry

You left the bathroom, walking up more stairs heading for Jin’s room, you wanted some peace and quiet… and somewhere more private to sext…

Jin’s room was super off limits at his parties, but you knew he wouldn’t mind you being there.

As you walked in, you kicked off you shoes and propped yourself up against the headboard, phone in hand you smiled as you typed your text.

12:01AM

You: god that sucks so much, i would loveee to pick up where we left off,,

Yoongi: i know :(

Boldly, you switched your phone to its camera. You shoved off your jeans and took a picture of your hand lingering at the waistband on your black laced underwear.

You hadn’t been lying when you said you were horny, you felt insatiable.

You sent the pic, biting your nail in apprehension, this was definitely a bold move for you, but you wanted to get him as frustrated as you felt.

As he took a a little while to reply you started to panick, maybe you had been to hasty.

You phone pinged and you couldn’t unlock It fast enough.

12:05AM

Yoongi: are you kidding me right now? Where are you? fuck that is the hottest thing i have ever seen

You couldn’t help but move your hand under your underwear, running a finger down your slit you couldn’t believe how wet you were.

You: im in jins room… its off limits but i couldn’t help myself, if u could feel how wet i am…..

Yoongi: FUCK

Yoongi: are u touching urself rn???

You: maybe……

Yoongi: jesus hold on.

You gasped slightly when your phone began to ring. Why was he calling you… was he mad?

You answered tentatively.

“Hello?” You said, confusion in your tone.

“Will you let me talk you through it?” Was all Yoongi asked, his voice sounding so deep and husky it only turned you on more.

“Talk me through what?” You asked innocently.

“The orgasm I want you to give yourself.”

Fuck.

“Yes.” You pratically moaned, applying a little pressure to your clit out of the excitement alone.

“Take your panties off completely, spread you legs, get comfortable.” He ordered.

You did as he asked, panting heavily.

“Okay, how wet are you?” He asked.

“I am so fucking wet, can’t stop thinking about you kissing me.” You replied.

Yoongi cursed under his breath.

“Okay, put two fingers in then, put the phone on speaker, set it beside you.” You did as he asked.

As you inserted your fingers you let out a little cry at the relief, you had been craving this all night, granted you wanted it to be Yoongi’s dick…

“Feels good.” Was all you could manage to say, closing your eyes tight.

“Okay fuck yourself slowly, rub your clit slowly as well.”

You eyes nearly rolled into the back of your skull.

You moaned in pleasure, completely in awe of how he was talking to you, he was a fucking pro.

“Want your cock,” you said breathily. “Want your cock in me so fucking bad.”

Yoongi was breathing heavy on the other line. “Fuck fuck – I know I wish I was there so bad. I’d fucking wreck you.”

You only moaned louder at his dirty talk.

“Start moving your fingers faster, put a little more pressure on your clit for me.” He said, hardly able to keep his voice steady.

“Fuck! I think I’ll cum soon.” You said as you did what he asked.

“Hm so soon? God you must be so fucking needy baby.”

You could only moan at his pet name for you.

You loved being called baby, god you wanted him.

“Keep going, I wanna hear you cum.” He spurred you on.

You were losing yourself. Your orgasm was coming on so quick you were chasing it.

“_____? Are you close?”

“Ah- fuck- yes! I’m so close.” You said, it was really all you could manage.

“Cum for me, fucking let go, god you are so fucking hot, rub your clit, I bet it’s so swollen, just begging to be sucked on.”

Jesus christ you were going to explode.

You gave yourself a few hard quick strokes before you pulled your fingers out and focused solely on rubbing your clit until you came so hard you were seeing stars.

“Fuck fuck fuck, I’m coming, I’m coming so fucking hard – fuck!”

You were silent for a minute, trying to come back down after your orgasm hitting you with such a force.

As you came too you had completely forgot Yoongi was on the other end.

“______ are you okay?”

You grabbed the phone putting it against your ear.

“Yoongi jesus christ.” You said.

Yoongi chuckled on the other end.

“You just came so hard you were pratically screaming. Let’s hope the party guests didn’t hear you.”

Oh fuck, you had completely forgot where you were.

“I just came on Jin’s bed.” You said biting your lip.

“Yeah you did and it was probably the hottest thing I’ve ever heard, I wish I had’ve been there.”

You were visibly pouting even thought he couldn’t even see you.

“Next time.” You said.

“Next time?” He repeated.

“Next time.” You confirmed.

“Fuck… listen I’ve got to go, I wish I could talk more, I don’t like doing that then just hanging up, but I’m really busy. I can call you tomorrow.”

You smiled at how genuinely sincere he sounded.

“It’s fine, we’ll talk to tomorrow. Bye Yoongi.”

“Bye _____.” He said, something else in his tone…you hoped it wasn’t regret.

And with that he hung up leaving you to clean yourself up and try and fix Jin’s bed, it wasn’t THAT bad, well maybe except for the small (not that small) wet patch.

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mochilatae · 2 days ago

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The Star (Haechan x FemReader)

Word Count: 5.60k (ish)

Pairing: Haechan x FemReader

Rating: 18+/Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Hand jobs, fingering/g spot stimulation, kissing (french and other), dirty talk, flirting, implied possible sex later, jealousy, mentions of sasaengs, boss and employee behavior (mild), egotistic and flirty Haechan, orgasms (yours and his), cumming on you, mentions of other NCT Dream members and references to their behavior, playful threats of exposure, scolding.

Genre: Pwp, friends to lovers

AUs: Idol NCT Dream

Summary: You ride a fine line, being Haechan's assistant and best friend from the early days. When he asks you for something off the normal routine, you decide to indulge, blurring those lines and more, to do whatever it takes to help him relax for one night.

Author’s Note: My second foray into NCT Dream smut. I enjoyed it with my bias wrecker Haechan. And I'm not sorry for a single moment of it. This was mostly proofread but don't expect perfection and overlook any issues (spelling, continuity, etc).

Thank you for reading. If you liked it and feel like leaving a kudo or feel like blogging, it's appreciated but not required.

Tag List: @kiestrokes

“I might be your assistant but I’m also human. I could use a break.”

You shadowed Haechan into the stairwell, pacing his unflagging march up each step. He had a great ass in those slacks–almost enough to distract you from the blatant ache in your arches and the twinge that came with every step. You started to understand less and less why he’d bolted right for the stairwell door after entering the lobby. The pain was pushing all other rational thoughts out, one foot at a time.

“Haechan–” You puffed, grip strangling the railing. He continued without a backward glance. It wasn’t something new to you but right now it WAS annoying. The day had been far too long and the schedule way too packed. Your patience was a thread thick.

He rounded the corner and started up another set of steps as you glanced up, seeing the staircase winding up impossibly high overhead. You knew if you didn’t stop for rest, you’d never make it. Taking a deep breath, you finally barked.

“HAECHAN!!” The name bounced around and floated away, eventually rising and fading far above. Finally—his steps halted, one foot lifted slightly. One pale hand and perfect fingers cinched the rail as he shot back a withering look.

There wasn’t much of his face to see but you didn’t need the whole picture. Just his narrowing eyes above the line of his mask covering the rest of his features was enough. You could tell by the glimmer in his stare, you were pushing the limits of your status as his close and probably best friend. He was about as popular as an up and coming singer could be. Especially on the rise in the Billboard charts that saw his latest single jumping 4 places to take the number one spot.

So far it hadn’t gone to his head, although you noticed a change in his demeanor, from goofy and sweet in interviews to reserved and sultry. Haechan was trying out that confidence you mentioned he needed.

He let one brow rise. “Y/n…” Fingers pinched the mask just over his nose area, then he pulled it a little, adjusting before he went on. “You’re my employee.”

“I’m your friend first..” You reminded him, fearless, thanks to fatigue and plain old annoyance. Around everyone else, you’d have deferred. Shown respect. Luckily everyone else was back downstairs, at the curb. Or a 5 hour plane ride away, even if it wouldn’t stay that way for long.

“Talking to me like that…” Haechan scoffed, eyes narrowing. “The balls you have..”

“You’re joking, right? We’ve been going since 6AM. I slept on the plane but that’s about it. I’m tired. I’m sweating. My hair is flat. We should have taken the elevator. WHY would you make us hike 10 floors?”

Haechan looked down to the door you’d come through,floors below in the stairwell, then back up towards some point above. When his eyes returned, you heard a snicker. It was about half disbelief mixed with haughty.

“You know as well as I do..I can’t take that risk. The way my luck has been going, I could get mobbed and then we’d be in the shit for real— one of those elevators, you and me, bullied in and trapped with some rabid fans?”

It wouldn’t have been the first time experiencing the rabid nature of the overly loyal fan. The dangerous ones weren’t the loudest, shouting his name and shoving pens in his face as Haechan slipped by on the way to wherever. It wasn’t the ones who sobbed when he smiled and begged for him to look their way.

It wasn’t even the fans who dressed head-to-toe in clothing merchandise. The really dangerous ones were more quiet and determined. Their own ‘name’, even: sasaeng. Overly obsessed and seeming almost…angry. At you, especially and full of rageful curses if they got close. Rough and pushy, fighting to get around you. Through you. Through ANYONE to get to your friend. The hunting nature when they’d sus out every location he was at, regardless of how limited the information was from the company about any travel plans was scary on another level. That’s who he meant.

Neither of you had to say it–the momentary anxiety darkening those brown eyes was enough to shout it. And enough to make you relent with shoulders slumped. One hip leaned into the cool metal stair rail, you heaved a sigh.

“I’m sorry..” You didn’t wipe the dampness away from one temple. Haechan, as was the usual case whenever you two had any tension, softened too and took a few steps closer to lay a hand over your own. The comfort of the pressure was enough to warm your skin in seconds.

“I just… I need a break.” You confessed, dimly.

“I do too, Y/n. It’s too much right now, risking the elevator. I wasn’t thinking but that’s why you’re with me. You’re my brain.”

“No..” You chuckled. “I’m usually relying on you.” When he grunted and his grip on the top of your hand tightened, you swallowed and quieted.

“You know what I mean. Look… It’s a couple more flights of stairs, then we’ll be in the room. We can relax then. I’ll order some room service and we can find something to watch. I won’t call my manager OR even look at my schedule for tomorrow. You’ll have me all to yourself–like old times.”

You smirked too. Like old times—how far back it seemed–when you and Haechan were just two people existing together in a city. Before the fame and the schedules. Before the separation of money flowing in and walls going up–socially. Romantically. It wasn’t that Haechan shut you out–in fact he’d dragged you into this with him, such was the fear of losing a touchstone in his life when everything was changing.

You understood it, nodding. Haechan’s hand slid off and he turned away again and inhaled briefly. His tell–the predictable behavior that told you he was gathering his nerve. Not that it happened often these days, in front of anyone else’s eyes anyway. A moment later, he lifted one foot. The march began again, this time a little slower and considerate of you.

As you silently followed, your eyes went back to his perfect backside. Before fame, you ribbed Haechan over the round shape. Now…. how many girls would kill to get close enough to it for a handful? And here you were within reach—often. If you didn’t know him so well, you might have acted on the urge.

Pausing at the door, Haechan peeked through the small square of glass serving as a window. “Looks empty..” He murmured, the pane fogging with each word, one hand going to the door handle. While he checked, your attention went back to his ass. It didn’t make sense why the urge to look was suddenly clawing to the front of your brain. Normally his body was a non-thing. You looked away just in time to catch Haechan’s backward glance and save yourself the exposure.

“Mmmhm. Go before that changes. Who knows how many paps are camped outside. If they know you’re here, the fans know. If the fans know, the sasaengs probably already rented rooms on our floor—”

“And I was just starting to feel better. Thanks, babe.” Haechan gritted out. The smile was painted on. Not unlike the one he wore in interviews, when he was especially uncomfortable.

You shrugged and pushed at his back, stepping closer.

“Go. I could make it a lot worse. I’m being practical.”

His brows drew down. “There’s the loving, supportive friend I remember.”

“I’m doing my job.” You reminded him, flatly.

“Y/n..”

“Go, Haehae.”

“Don’t call me that.” This time Haechan’s tone was full of pout behind the black mask, but he opened the door and snuck through a moment later, with you on his heels. The door closed at your back as you looked up and down the hall. He strode away, heading left, away from the door.

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“I’ll call you what I want. It’s you and me right now. The rules are a little more…flexible.” As he walked you fished in your crossbody bag, coming up with the keycard just in time for Haechan to stop at the room door–his favorite number and one new request on his tour rider. Not a hard demand to meet and he’d more than earned the right to be picky. He brought the company 15% of the earnings for the last year and that would only increase soon.

You dutifully passed the keycard and he inserted it into the scanner, then opened the door. Without looking back, he headed deeper into the room. As usual, you stopped a few feet over the threshold, hearing the familiar click of the lock, then turned and latched the deadbolt and folded the security guard in place further up the frame.

Already the TV was on with some rabble of a show filling the large living room space. Haechan was peeling off his hoodie. You slowly approached and paused at the doorway, watching after you leaned over to collect his abandoned face mask. Crumpling it up, you frowned.

“What?” He glanced over, tugging his t-shirt down. “I’m relaxing.”

“You’ve got company. Don’t lose all your clothes.”

If he rolled those eyes any harder you were sure he’d fall over, but at least he grinned. “What? ….YOU prudish? …Like you haven’t seen me naked.”

“Yeah …and I could make a lot of money with that detail.”

“But you wouldn’t tell.” His head lolled back as he combed fingers through his hair, pushing it away from a majestically smooth forehead. It wasn’t Photoshop. Haechan really DID have perfect skin.

“Hmmph.” You tossed the crumpled mask towards a garbage can near a large desk. The leather desk pad looked perfect, a notepad and several pens laid in order, waiting. As requested. You also noted 2 unopened Perrier bottles on the nearby counter next to two matching old fashioned style tumblers.

“Hmmph?” He echoed, all doe eyed, faux confusion while you approached the bottles. Haechan’s eyes followed.

“Don’t push it. I might need the money if I quit as your assistant.”

“You can’t. I wouldn’t allow it. Plus, you signed a contract.”

“Whatever..” You picked up a glass and studied it. Haechan was at your side, bottle in hand and smiling as he turned it over slowly in study. Even if he was right legally, you wouldn’t admit to yourself right now that Haechan was even more correct emotionally.

“Say what you want, Y/n. You know we’re too good together. If I can’t quit, neither can you.”

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As he leafed through the pages of a magazine, you focused on stroking fingers back along his scalp. That earned a silky groan.

“I love the way you do that.. Always have.” Another page turned but Haechan’s head was back slightly, his lids low and eyes gazing towards the ceiling.

“Mmhmm.” You swirled over both ears and reversed, going forward again. “Heard that more than I can count.”

“What can I say? You always do me right.”

“Keep it up and I could blow up TMZ with what you’re saying. The out of context potential is almost too good to pass up.”

“This threat to leak stuff to the press is getting old, Y/n. I know I’ve told you.” His attention was back to the open pages on his lap. This time he yawned, tacking a moan onto the end. “You know how the company is about idol dating stuff.”

“It wouldn’t be a date. What do they call that? A hook up?”

“God..” He scoffed and pushed the magazine off his lap, ignoring as it crumpled onto the carpet, then shifted to twist himself around to face you.

“--Hey.. You’re making it hard to do this scalp massage. Face the other way..” You protested. A quirk in his lips revealed a more cocky and warm smile. The fans liked this one–he used it a lot when he was pushing the ‘grown man with a new found sexy side’ vibe. Which seemed to be the way the company wanted to take the entire group. Hard to believe Haechan and the other guys were ever under 18. Something had changed now that they’d all hit legal age. The company saw it too and knew how to work this season of bloom.

Haechan ignored you, turning himself completely around to sit on his knees between your feet. You couldn’t say you minded much. Having his front pressed up against you like his back had been was a much better change. At the same time, you were still on the clock…

Your brows lifted, pinching closer together. “Haehae..”

“Y/n…I said don’t call me that..” Of all the members in his group, Haechan’s hands were legendary for their soft look and impressive finger length. He had nails so envious there were more than a few online groups dedicated to that part of him alone. You watched a few of his fingers massage up your left thigh, then they stopped just above the midpoint as his stare rose to meet your own.

“You work for me.” He continued. You didn’t need the reminder, especially when he beat you over the head with it. Or chose moments to flex that fact when he wanted something you knew he couldn’t or shouldn’t have. It just wasn’t fair.

“I’m not afraid to change that. I’m sure any of the other guys could use their own assistant. I hear I’m quite good—”

“You are.” Haechan’s bow shaped lips flexed into a brief pout, but his fingers walked again. He gave a tepid shrug, tone even and quiet. “Jeno would snap you up in a second. Jaemin… He hasn’t shut up about how much he wanted to hire you away from me. You keep this up, I might get jealous..”

“Something you’re not used to, I’m sure.” You retorted, eyes glued to his touch, riding the curve of your abdomen. He didn’t touch your shirt hem or mess with the buttons running up the middle of the garment. When he got to your face, his pointer finger stroked your chin.

“I’m not spoiled like that. I don’t date…But I earned an assistant. Haven’t I?”

“Sure.. But I don’t NEED you. You need me.”

Haechan’s eyes softened. You could feel the subtle wince that eventually passed through his features. For a moment, you regretted it. He swallowed and you backpedaled.

“I’m sorry.. I didn’t mean that. I…”

He was looking up again, staring deeper and letting his lips relax into a wide grin. The grip on your chin was subtle and happened so quickly. “I know. We talk shit to each other sometimes. I wouldn’t trust anyone else to know me like you do. I don’t WANT anyone else to. You’re perfect as my assistant.”

“Yeah?” It felt good hearing that and better seeing his nod of confirmation, even if you could be 100% sure if he hadn’t done it.

“Mnnhmmmm.” His sweet and faintly minty breath passed across your lips. Haechan angled his head slightly. Leaned closer a hint more. You found yourself tightening from head to thighs.After a long minute of silence, lost in the dark richness of his eyes, he spoke. It almost started you,such was the power of the moment, pulling in everything around it.

“Y/n.. You’re my assistant, but tonight I want something more.”

“Something more?” You wondered aloud, voice thick and soft.

“Yes.” His thumb stroked your lower lip and he mirrored it with a brief lick to his own. “Think we could try it?”

“I’m here to help you… It’s whatever you want.”

“But it’s not.” He nosed around your chin as the dark chaos of his hair tickled your cheek.

He smelled like vanilla and leather. Some Versace scent he’d been sent as a gift, to court a name drop in his next fluff, feel good interview. You remembered vaguely–he couldn’t decide what scent to pick and this was the one you mentioned liking, standing together in the department store, nose at the column of his neck inhaling for the umpteenth time.

“It’s whatever WE want. Can it be that, for tonight? I really need it.”

“As your assistant I have to do whatever you–”

“Baby..” He stopped your rote reminder with a single word. A sound specifically framed to be as appealing as possible. “I’m trying to think of how to ask this..” The search for diplomacy, he was quiet too. It gave you a moment to interject.

“I’m working. This is my job..” You added.

He scoffed. “Well..You’re off the clock for the night.”

“Then why am I here?” You sighed.

“I can guess–um…maybe you like me? LOVE me?” His eyebrows floated up, then down, adding flair.

“I’m pretty fond of you..” You hummed. A subtle hedge, but there was the wonder: how was it to actually, freely say you loved Haechan, a man in a league of his own? Even friendship from school days wasn’t enough to stop this new curiosity. This feeling came enough now–like something had opened in your mind. Your thoughts about how ravenous fans would be were no longer sarcastic jokes of a far off concept.

“At least hear me out?” He tapped on your chin and his fingers stroked the underside as he tutted.

Your lips thinned. “...I’m listening.”

“I want to release some stress.”

“I don’t need to be off the clock for that.” You retorted. Haechan offered another patient smile and tugged your chin closer, the tip of your noses touching.

“I want to relax with you. Not a movie. Not listening to music. Not talking about my schedule for tomorrow or next week.”

“Go on..” You murmured. His knee slid along the carpet, bullying against you inner thigh to make more room.

“I don’t want that kind of experience to relax me. I need something else. Something more real. Raw. personal.”

“Where do I come in–” You interrupted. Haechan’s lips pecked your collarbone as he purred out a chuckle.

“I need you to help me relax.”

“Ok. Go take a shower? I’ll get you a robe.”

“No, Y/n.” Another peck but this time his nose and lips pressed into the material of your top, exhaling enough to leave the fabric damp and hot.

“Then what..?” Your body knew clearly now what he meant. Even if your brain was fighting to hold onto common sense and practicality. Rules in the contract were ironclad: Haechan –ANY of the men–could NOT be caught or suspected when it came to relationships. Even sexual. No way he wasn’t hinting at something well outside the bounds of the paperwork bearing his name signed many times.

“I want to cum with you.” It hit like a bomb, eliminating all noise and energy around you both, in this room. It took you off the continent, reeling through space as you let the words settle. The full meaning of what he was now confirming.

“..Haechan..” You gasped. And whined when the heat of his sultry moan caressed your lips. He admitted it, sending a sudden rush of sticky heat to your folds. What he wanted YOU wanted too.

“You’re my friend. I trust you.”

“Friends…not that kind of…” Your eyes popped but he didn’t move, barely smiling.

“If asking as a friend is weird..then how about this: as my assistant, I NEED you to help me relax.” He was asking as if it was a snack. A bottle of water. His hoodie on the way out of the dressing room, post show. Casual, but normal as any other. He had you coming and going. If you couldn’t give him what he wanted as a trusted friend then he’d get it as part of the list of your varied duties. Eventually you swallowed again.

“Okay..” What else could you really do? The honesty of it was undeniable: you didn’t WANT to leave this room. You liked all the time you got with Haechan. Even if a majority was spent as his shadow, working in the background. Being his gofer. It was kind of nice to let yourself sink into the creeping feeling that was turning your friend into an object of desire, viewable from the eyes of a fan. Eventually a breath left your lips.

“Tell me what you want to do..”

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Haechan’s even stare was patient, following your form climbing the bed and approaching from the foot. He looked just as satisfied and confident as you’d seen in group and solo photos. Most of the work had been done for you–Haechan’s clothes piled on the floor near where you’d both been.

He slotted an arm behind his head and laid his free hand over his bare stomach. It wasn’t shocking that he was even more attractive shirtless. The company’s stylists and image consultants already had the understanding how much teasing the promise of more bare skin could net them. Lucky you, getting the kind of advance screening and access that so many people would kill to have.

Straddling his lap, you pulled your shirt off and tossed it onto the empty side of the bed. There was no comment as you moved on, undoing your bra. It shuffled down your shoulders and joined the top. Now it was just down to your bottoms—the pants portion you lost before getting on the bed but the panties still clung to your hips. Fingers wiggled in place underneath the band at both sides of your waist.

“Topless is a good look for you.” Haechan smiled. You shook your head.

“This is to help you..” Your scolding tone didn’t register to him. He had the super power of tuning the world out, whenever it suited him. That he hadn’t grown out of, over all the years you were friends.

Pulling the panties down, you worked one leg out, then the other. Haechan snatched up the panties before they hit the bed properly. Your protesting whine came out when he brushed the material over his nose and lips, then tucked the panties under himself and beckoned you closer.

You obliged, sitting a bit more on his belly than his lap. The hard shape through his briefs, contouring against your ass cheeks didn’t take experience to identify. He was HARD. You’d suspected that shape under leather or any manner of tight fitting pants he was put into. You noticed he quite enjoyed the tighter, shinier type of material–real leather. The fake stuff. Anything that left nothing to the imagination.

You hadn’t seen someone that proud of their grown body aside from Jeno, but he was getting a run for his money from Haechan.

The back of a few fingers explored above your navel, then followed an invisible line right down to stop just above your mound. “God I’ve missed this..” He mused. Your skin prickled and his tongue clucked.

“You don’t have to put it in.. Just.. I want to play for a bit. You know what I mean, right?” Haechan trained that dim glance, brimming with unspoken desire, right at you again.

“I have an idea, but tell me anyway.” You smiled, enjoying the tingling warmth building in your folds.

“I’m hard, Y/n. Take me out? Let me feel your hand around it. Stroke me like you’re riding it.” You wanted to squeal and bury your face in his chest. To hide until the blatant arousal ebbed away, but you had a job to do.

Without looking back, you brushed two fingers along the curving thickness straining the brief fly.

Haechan’s nostrils flared but he kept his lips together. You knew he wanted to moan. And wouldn’t be quiet about it. When you fished him out and circled his shaft with your fingers, the moan finally escaped but he turned his face into the pillow, dulling the noise just enough.

After he nodded, you squeezed tighter, fist up gliding up then down. It was too easy and got deathly quiet again between the deep inhale and exhale your friend was doing. A steady pace, like your milking fist working sight unseen as your eyes stayed on his face.

Haechan’s head listed the other way and he shuddered with his mouth wide open against another pillow. You really liked seeing him this unraveled and out of control. From the edges of the stage or backstage, watching from the doorway as he did interviews for television, you mostly kept quiet, admiring his composure through some of the worst and best interviews. This moment eclipsed it all.

His hips lifted up, meeting your downstroke. A hand clapped over your hip, then dove behind to grasp an ass cheek. The way his fingers kneaded your skin, you knew he wasn’t thinking of his image or the rules. Your fist pulled and Haechan’s throat opened. His Adam's apple rose sharply.

“That’s it, Y/n..” There was a moment, then his demeanor changed. The pleading, innocent eyes were back. “...Lean down…” He whispered. “Closer..”

You leaned over, breasts and hair swaying forward, just enough to be almost nose to nose again. That was when slender fingertips brushed across your clit and dived through your folds, tracing. Prodding, and slipping index, then pointer fingers almost completely inside you. Haechan even curved the digits and extended his tongue, the tip flirting against your lips. A wet movement became clear over your hitched breath.

His fingers fucked into you a bit faster then you’d gone touching him. It was enough though–causing your grip to loosen around his cock as you tugged in vague confusion, then rocking your hips towards the pleasure. He went to the last knuckle easily, and out. And back in again. Over and over until the pace slid into a steady, faster plunge. Faster than your heart, pounding in your breastbone.

Underneath you, Haechan growled above your breasts. “Kiss me, Y/n?”

“H..haehae..” You began but gurgled softly when his fingers dug deeper against your front wall and he tugged.

“Wasn’t..asking. Do it.” He reframed his statement and your mouth was against his in a flash. As he kissed you his fingers worked more firmly. It sounded wetter. It felt that way too, a tightening knot building behind your pubic bone. Your chest was heating. It wouldn’t be long.

“Please.” You mewled.

“Don’t call me Haehae..” He seethed, following the words through your lips with his tongue. This kiss went on and on until you broke away with a sharp cry. Chills spilled across your skin. Your insides seized. Going weak,this orgasm had your thighs shaking. Had you melting all over Haechan’s fingers. Through the orgasmic haze filling your brain, you heard his dulcet groan of approval.

After the last twitch around his fingers, Haechan brought those fingers to his lips and licked them, then guided those fingers through your hair, cupped the back of your head, and tugged you into another kiss. You bounced along as he fucked your fist, renewed in clenching his slick, glossy shaft.

“Fuck yes..Baby.. don’t s..stop..” He barely pulled away to hiss. Warm fluid splashed along your tailbone, then bubbled over one ass cheek as his tip brushed against it. He was feeling as good as you had, based on the way his eyes rolled back, then closed. A long, relieved howl exploded from his arched chest. Finally he slumped back into the bed, mouth hanging open.

Sweat made a hundred sparkling points on his chest, neck and belly. You gently rested yourself into the semi-soft, tacky mess at his cock. This beat the hell out of seeing Haechan’s sweat streaked, semi lucid grin at the end of a concert or tv performance. But it mirrored some of the same pride. When your palm cupped one side of his face, Haechan’s eyes opened slowly. When his focus came to you again, his entire being beamed, still relaxed.

“Hey, baby..” You wanted to melt for the way he giggled out the words. Like there was nothing left in his mind but the desire to see you still here. Brushing a thumb over his lips and watching him chase that touch, you smiled too.

“Don’t call me baby, Haehae.”

“Don’t call me that.” After he yawned, Haechan blinked at you again, tone dozy and lids low. “..Remind me to ask my manager tomorrow to include a section on addressing me by the requested names.”

“That sounds awfully personal. And after what I just did for you… Is that gratitude?” You chortled and didn’t flinch when he swung at your ass with an open palm and missed entirely. He laid there, unconcerned, finally speaking after a few minutes sweating in silence.

“We better clean up. Towel?”

“As your assistant, I suggest you take a shower.” Your finger dragged through the modest speckle of sweat running down the center of Haechan’s chest. It was smooth, light muscle tone. Just enough that eyes were more than blessed as he posed in more and more photos with a few more buttons undone. He was the definition of the group ‘tease’. And he was more than happy to be trying out for group ‘visual’ too, with his glow up.

“You suggest it.. Yeah..” Another, bigger yawn, then Haechan turned his gaze to the far off corner and the bathroom, full of expansive, spotless marble and tile, but utterly dark right now. “..But it’s so far away. All the way over there.. I have to get up and walk.. And then there’s actually turning the shower on…washing–”

“You should work on your subtlety. I’ll go with you, since it’s what you want. I’ll wash you. Hair too.” You noted, seeing the pout borne of his inconvenience disappear like magic. Fading, like a shadow against sunrise. Of course.

“Conditioner too?” He had nerve in excess, without a doubt. You didn’t look, and could still be fully aware of his sported gleeful smile. He wore hope and expectation equally well.

“I’m not answering that.” You climbed off the bed and shook out your legs, then grabbed his t-shirt from nearby, clutching it to your front. He didn’t seem to like that, frowning at the diminished view of your recently orgasm riddled shape. “You can live with the wonder for a little bit.”

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Haechan was already out of the bed when you came around to his side, on the way towards the bathroom’s open doorway. He followed you too, shuffling barefoot, with a melodic hum, in close step.

“What happens after the shower?” He asked against your shoulder, touching his lips there to accentuate the question. You flicked the lights on, almost blinded as natural white light flooded the space, making the marble and tile shine like brand new.

“Dunno… You have a busy schedule tomorrow so… Bed–”

“Don’t wanna hear about that right now. What if I need more from you, my dear assistant?”

“What if I need a break? I’m off the clock, right?”

“For now. ..As my friend, what happens next?”

“We’ll see.” You met his stare as you both entered the cool space of the bathroom. His sigh echoed. You reached for a towel, noticing Haechan’s eyes lingering as your ass before he went the other way, to open the glass shower door and grip the fixture handle. He turned if and the room filled with steam, white noise din and a distant fresh lavender scent.

Haechan’s lips were back, this time he looped arms around your middle, turning you away from the mirror and towards the slightly ajar shower door and the foggy haze building just beyond the glass. His lips at your ear made sure you heard every syllable.

“Whatever happens, stay here? I promise not to talk about work and I’ll even order us some snacks. I know you’re hungry—-I’m fucking starving, the way you emptied me out.”

“You strike a hard bargain but… deal.”

“Good. I love this fame thing–it’s so much easier to get what I want…” You huffed and wiggled against his embrace until he smoothed your irritation with a ‘shhh’ along the shell of your ear. “You know what I mean, I wanna be a little cocky right now. I’m allowed. You know me… You’re the only one who does. The one I trust the most.”

“You could make a girl fall in love, Haechan. God knows how many already love you.. What’s one more name to that list?”

“I could be so lucky..”

“Stop..” You prodded against his belly with an elbow and he took it in stride, nudging you forward, closer to the running shower. Relaxation waited. As for the night.. Who knew what waited beyond that–hours down the road from now. Haechan liked the unknown. It was one reason why he pursued the idol route so eagerly–the non-stop thrill of what would and could happen. Including, it seemed, with you.

“I’ll stop when you do.. But we both know you won’t. And I love that about you. Don’t ever change.”

“I’m not the star, you are.” You grumbled, face washed in steamy air. Your eyes shut as you relaxed, leaning into Haechan’s firmness. This shower would just hit the spot. And who knew what other spots Haechan knew or could hit inside you. But…tonight it was a real possibility you’d find out, if you wanted.

Haechan’s hands came up, cupping both breasts as he spoke into the column on the other side of your neck. You barely heard, his touch taking you to heaven. At least his voice wouldn’t be far behind.

“A star.. Tonight I’m yours alone, then.”

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