#just tries to give it an answer and move on

[himbodruid]

Sylus convinces you to spend one more night with him before returning to Linkon

Sylus x Reader

-:- some fluff -:- he loses control -:- consent is hot -:- Sylus worships her body -:-

Thank you to @ miaaa_n1Ø9 on twitter for the idea!

INTENDED FOR 18+ READERS. MINORS DNI

One More Night

It was always melancholic when you had to return to Linkon. Sylus had become home for you, a safe space where you were free to be everything you couldn’t as a Hunter. You even found yourself missing Luke and Kieran’s mischief when you were gone. And you’d even grudgingly say you missed Mephisto, too.

Sitting at the edge of Sylus’s bed, you bent to pick up an article of clothing you’d dropped. Your bag was almost packed, and you were delaying the inevitable as much as you could. Sylus lounged on the bed behind you, wordlessly observing your progress.

All that was left, now, was to gather your toiletries from his bathroom. He’d tried to convince you, once, to have your own set of everything at the base, so that travel between Linkon and his home would be easier and more streamlined. At first you fought the idea, not wanting to impose or form those kinds of attachments- after all, you weren’t immune to heartbreak and had experienced it far more than you cared to admit. But as time went, you were warming to the idea of leaving traces of your presence in his spaces.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t realize Sylus shifted behind you. Your forward motion was hindered when his arms wrapped around your waist to pull you back against him, and his breath fanned across the back of your neck. Soft kisses, feather light, landed across the nape of your neck. The sensation made your breath hitch and goosebumps raised on your skin.

“Stay,” he pleaded, his voice pitched to a low growl.

“I-“ you begin, cut off when he placed a more insistent kiss behind your ear.

“One.” His lips found your pulse.

“More.” He moved to the slope of your shoulder, tugging aside your shirt so he could have access.

“Night.” His voice was barely a whisper against your skin as you let him pull you flush against his chest.

Excuses to reject him jumped to the tip of your tongue, but they were left unvoiced. You wanted nothing more than to stay, despite knowing you shouldn’t. It would probably be easy enough to make your excuses at work. But would one night be enough to satisfy your craving for him?

You turned off the worries and just sunk into him. His hands lazily roamed your body and his lips blazed a trail on your skin. You tilted your head to the side, giving him full access to your neck. Small bites mingled with the kisses and you knew your face was flushed from it.

“Silence isn’t a yes, Kitten,” he growled, halting any further exploration until you answered him.

You pulled away to look fully at him. Your gaze shifted from his eyes, to his lips, and down his beautifully sculpted body before returning to that intense crimson regard once more.

“It’s not a no, either,” you say before slanting your lips over his. You kicked your bag away, leaning into his embrace. A rumble of approval emanated from him as you guided his hands to take your shirt off, which was swiftly followed by your bra. Elegant fingers drifted over your newly exposed skin while he coaxed you open so he could tangle his tongue with yours.

He pulled you under him, his weight pressing you into the silk sheets beneath you- sheets that felt like a cool whisper on your body compared to the heat radiating from him. He slipped effortlessly between your thighs, his narrow waist slotting so perfectly into place that you were almost certain he was made for you.

Your hands slid down his chest, exploring the valleys of his abdomen and daring to venture to the hemline of the sweatpants he wore slung low on his hips. He growled in approval, pressing his hips against yours so that you could feel how you were affecting him. The length of him was already standing at attention, resting heavy against your pelvis while still constrained in the soft fabric.

And still, his tongue plundered yours in an unhurried kiss that worked to build more heat in your core. The night was young, yet, and you wanted to be nowhere else but right there in his embrace with your hands exploring him. You were already so intimately familiar with the planes of his body, but you didn’t let that stop you from memorizing every valley, every hill that his muscles created.

Leaning on one arm, he pulled back with only enough space so that he could tug at the waistband of your leggings in silent question. You lifted your hips and helped him slide the clothing down your legs until you lay bare beneath him. His breathing turned erratic as his gaze followed the trail his hand made up your curves.

“Beautiful,” he said, his voice a hoarse whisper as if he’d never seen you before, as if you were some profound work of art laid out for his eyes only. His head dipped and he left a hot path of kisses from neck to navel, rumbles of approval falling from him in between. And all you could do was watch as this beautiful creature all but worshipped your body, awestruck at how you could ever be so lucky to have this moment to add to your memories.

He trailed lower still, leaving you a squirming mess. A hiss escaped you when he bit down on the flesh of your inner thigh, a bite that turned into him latching onto the spot. Sucking and pulling, when he finally let go, a mark already began to form there. He flashed you that arrogant lopsided smirk of his, before burying his head between your thighs and using that damnably talented tongue to bring you to the brink. Your hands gripped into his silky hair, your own head thrown back as pleasure poured from you in a series of moans.

But before you could fall over the edge, he stopped. Your disgruntled complaint only made him chuckle as he crawled back over you. He moved slow, biting kisses trailing back up your body until he settled against you once more. His hips pressed into yours, his length somehow even harder than it’d been before he started.

“Sylus,” you sigh against his lips, folding your arms around the back of his neck.

“Mmh,” he growled. “I like it when you say my name like that, Kitten.”

You huffed a laugh, kissing him again. Your impatience finally won out and your hands found the waistband of his sweats, tugging at them in the same way he tugged at your. He chuckled and freed himself from them without much help from you, but you eagerly reached for him the moment he kicked the sweats away.

“Kitten,” he moaned, hips pushing his cock further into your grip. You tightened your hand on him and his breath hitched. His eyes were closed, brow drawn down as the muscle in his jaw feathered from the effort of maintaining what little control he had left. You loved watching him come undone, loved how he trembled over you just from such a simple touch. The sounds he made shot straight to your core and you ached for him, but you were enjoying this far too much to end it just yet.

So, he made the decision for you. With heavy breaths, he jerked his hips back and panted into your neck. He gripped your wrists, holding them on either side of your head so that you would stop touching him, so that he wouldn’t end up diving over the edge before he had a chance to take you.

“You still haven’t given me a yes, Kitten,” he groaned, pressing his hips into yours. His cock slid along your folds, but did not enter. “But I don’t know if I can hold back any longer.”

You hitched your legs around his waist, opening for him. The motion placed the head of his cock right against your slit, and you lifted your hips in an effort to make him slip inside. But still, he held back.

“Sylus,” you whimpered. “Please.”

“Please, what?” He growled, carrying his hips forward so just the tip of him edged into your slick folds.

“S-sy-“ was all you managed to say. Even just that small penetration was enough to turn your brain to mush. Your heart thundered in your ears, loud enough that you were sure he could hear it too. A gentle glide forward, and then a retraction, his cock dipped into you and then left you.

“Please, what, Kitten?”

“I need you inside me,” you breathed. A growled response, and then he obliged. He drove into you, far gentler than what you wanted at the moment. While you craved the primal devouring you knew he was capable of, you couldn't deny that the slow push and pull of his cock was intense in its own way. Each forward thrust ended with a hard grind of his hips on yours before retreating. It was slow and methodical, and he plunged his tongue into your mouth with the same tempo.

Your fingers threaded through his, using his hands like an anchor when you lifted your hips to meet his. His soft, sighing grunts mingled with your own whimpered moans. The feel of him inside you, the length and girth of him, drove you mad.

Enough so, that you were shocked when you felt the pleasure coiling low in your belly already. Your moans grew louder, needier, and you let your legs lift further so that he could take you deeper, harder.

“S-Sylus, fuck,” you whimpered, burying your face in his neck as pleasure steamrolled through you.

“Come, Kitten,” he groaned, even as your walls began to flutter around him. Your cries were barely muffled by his neck as you clung to him helplessly.

“Good girl,” he chuckled, pausing so that you could have a moment to come down from the high of the release. He kissed you unhurriedly, hands leaving yours to engulf your breasts. He teased your nipples into hardened peaks before he let his mouth drop to them to tantalize you further. Your back arched into him, the motion also working to clench your walls around his cock. A moan shuddered through him, a deep guttural sound that sent a thrill through you.

“I don’t know,” he said, kissing your jaw.

“If I will be able-“ he nipped your pulse.

“To hold back any longer.” The final words ended in a raspy whisper, where he dropped his forehead against your chest. The effort he expended to contain himself showed in the way he trembled in your embrace.

“Don’t, then. Let go, Sylus,” you tell him, pulling his face back to yours.

And so he let go of his inhibitions, his body colliding against yours desperately. All you could do is cling to him, whimpering and moaning into his ear while he pistoned in and out of you. His growls, grunts, groans rise to join your sounds, a perfect duet of passion. He had you rising and falling once more before you could even prepare for the climax, and his triumphant chuckle was cut off by a sharp moan when you bit into the slope of his neck.

“Sylus,” you breathed into his ear, your words trailing off into a breathless whisper. He huffed a heated breath, snapping his hips forward with a soft grunt.

“Fuck, Kitten, do that again,” he pleaded. The steady rhythm of his thrusts grew more erratic the closer he got to his climax.

“Sylus.” Your teeth raked his earlobe and he shuddered, a guttural moan escaping him. He set a punishing pace, slamming into you over and over as the final threads of his control snapped.

“F-fuck, I’m-“ All thoughts and words escaped him, lost as he was to the pleasure zipping up and down his spine.

“Come, Sylus,” you urge, locking your ankles at his back. A sharp inhale as he understood your intent with the motion, and then his climax was rolling over him before he could even think further.

He threw his head back, a guttural cry of pleasure filling the room as his body jerked and convulsed at the sheer intensity of the release. His cock twitched and pulsed as he flooded you, sending you into another spiraling orgasm right alongside him. You arched your back, pressing your body so impossibly close to him as he buried himself as deep as he could.

He collapsed atop you, planting lazy kisses all over your face. You couldn’t help the giggles that escaped you, and soon his chuckles filled the air too. He placed his forehead against yours as he tried to calm his breathing, his eyes boring into yours with a tenderness that was near painful. His hands cupped the back of your head, thumbs brushing your cheeks while his crimson gaze flickered over yours.

“I take it that means you’re going to stay?”

You playfully punched him in the shoulder and he let out a delighted laugh. He wrapped you in his arms, rolling off you so that you faced him on the bed. Exhaustion made you feel heavy, but you still missed the weight of him pressing you into the mattress. But, he didn’t give you time to rest before he was pulling you from the sheets and ushering you into a shower with him- where he proceeded to make a mess of you over and over again. It was nearing the early hours of the morning before he finally let you rest, nestled against his side with the thrum of his heartbeat beneath your ear.

You were right all along- one night was not nearly enough to satisfy your craving.

[rafesweetie]

sometimes prissy!reader has a bit of an attitude … it’s safe to say season 1 rafe doesn’t tolerate it.

your wispy eyelashes almost touch your eyebrows as you roll your eyes at your boyfriend, who was telling you that there was still another two whole hours of the golf game left.

it wasn’t your fault, the weather was beating down on you and making your soft skin sweat, your thighs were so hot that they were sticking to the seat in the golf cart, and you ran out of water and beer an hour ago, and the cart girl was no where to be seen. you were promised a comfortable and relaxing day, and instead you’re hot and bored.

rafe’s lip curls up in annoyance at your eyeroll, and he scoffs and walks away, leaving you pouting in the cart. he’s trying to enjoy the day, there’s no way that he’s letting his prissy girlfriend spoil the fun by needing his constant attention.

fanning at yourself when the sun blares down on you, you’re truly putting on a show for rafe, exaggerating so he can take you home. even with his baseball cap that he stuck on your head at your third complaint, and the last sip of his beer that he gave you half an hour ago, you’re still not satisfied. he’s starting to think you’re never satisfied.

“rafe, do you have any sunscreen? i think i’m getting burnt,” you call out after he swings the golf club.

“you think i pack fuckin’ sunscreen? not my fault you’re wearing a tube top, little shoulders bound to get burnt,” he steps back to let topper take his shot. “top, you got any for my girl?”

“nah, man, never pack that shit,” topper answers. rafe can hear you groan from your seat, and usually you’re at least saying ‘thank you’ for checking, but you’re so bored that you’re beyond sweetness.

“do you guys have, like, anything? this is so boring,” you complain from the cart.

topper asks, “did you bring your phone?” and you tell him it died.

rafe’s frankly done with your subtle tantrum, stomping over to you, swinging the club in circles as he walks. if your brain wasn’t so foggy from the heat then you’d admire how his arms look in that polo top, but you can barely even think.

“how about you keep score? hm, kid, how does that sound?” he offers, handing you the scorecard.

“that’s boring, i don’t even know how golf works, don’t know how to do this,” you complain. “rafe, i just wanna walk home, i’m done with this, so boring,”

“all i’m asking is for you to keep score.”

“i don’t have a pen.”

“use your lipliner,”

your lip curls in distaste, a habit picked up from your boyfriend. “that’s stupid, its like, $40,”

“hey,” he scolds. “don’t know where this little attitude came from but it stops now, okay? shit, babe, just trying to enjoy the game. you wanna, uh, you wanna walk home? that what this is? is that what you’ve come to?”

“are you dumb? i’m in heels—“ he cuts you off instantly, not liking your insinuation one bit.

“hey! hey—“ you expect him to grab your jaw or wrist but he grabs your nipple through your shirt, tugging at it so you’re dragged closer to him.

“don’t speak to me like that, a’ight? not fair to me. tried to bring you out here for a fun day, don’t need the fucking insults. say something nice to me or don’t say shit at all. or i can bring you home right now and give you some shit, and i promise you you won’t like it. sit in the cart, keep score, be nice. can you do that?” he continues. you nod, and he pinches your nipple harshly, making you squeak, then lets go.

you watch rafe’s vieny hand adjust your top after that, then watch as it moves up to your cheek. he pats it, gives you a nod with some pretty harsh eye contact, then leaves.

he always knows how to shut you up.

[gojosatoruwifey]

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just a passing thought...3.0 quest spoilers do not read if you haven't finish it yet

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there is an agreed unspoken rule between the chrysos heirs when there is alcohol involved within the vicinity.

do not let phainon get drunk.

it’s a simple and easy feat, if one can say. phainon doesn’t drink that often unless the situation calls for it and he doesn’t seek inebriation especially he is a soldier—a warrior, he is always ready for combat, alcohol will only impair his judgement. in a world under the prophecy’s befall upon currently, phainon is one of the last people you could think will get drunk.

tribbie mentioned the rule in passing.

you definitely should have been more careful instead of brushing off his question ‘can i drink this?’, unsuspectingly making the hero of amphoreus drink all the content of a concoction you were brewing (a burst of inspiration from gallagher’s words when you wake up this morning and it’s always morning in okhema) just because you’re curious what will a drink made from three drops of celestial ambrosia and a half glass of beautiful enemy from penacony recipe tastes like.

a few minutes earlier, you’re playing with the items in your inventory in your private chamber. as a natural trailblazer, of course, you don’t just stay in one place when every cell in your body is itching to travel the stars but when you’re stuck in a world without a touch of communication outside and no chat from the astral express and your two companions—dan heng and scrappy raccoon—are sleeping.

you’re naturally bound to get rid of your boredom like an idiot cleaning their whole bedroom and found interesting things midway. in this case, you open your inventory.

all sorts of things including yes, even the dangerous ones like shards of desires, scattered around.

phainon comes in with a knock and without turning your back to face him, brewing mung bean soda and let’s be real together, you let him enter.

at first, phainon is expressing his excitement seeing your out-of-this-world items silently, occasionally asking questions that you didn’t mind answering—still brewing drinks. until he got nearer to your sitting figure in the floor, bottles and glasses of different drinks surrounding you and asked a question that will almost brand you as a criminal in amphoreus, “can i drink this?”

“sure,” you nodded without hesitation, distracted by the energy drink’s bubbly reaction.

all is well until phainon’s large arms wrap around your waist and his heavy body leans to you, his snowy head nuzzling to your shoulder from behind. “wha-! phainon??”

“let me kiss you please?”

you almost dropped the energy drink, “what?“

“i said, let me kiss you.” he murmured, voice barely audible if he isn't closer to you, you would miss it.

“what!?” you snapped your head towards him, trying to squirm away from his grasp but what can you do when his grip is tight and he is whining? one hand reached out to move his locks away hiding his face and you found his skin hot. “..are you drunk? what did you drink?”

you tried to ignored phainon’s drunken pleas but as much as you wanted to, it all went straight to your heart, his desperate words filling your ears—they sounded so sincere and passionate and you could almost feel your restraint weakening. your poor heart almost couldn’t resist his drunken desires, a young and handsome man like phainon is a temptation, and you found yourself giving in.

almost.

safe to say, you thank whoever titan heard you to not let nikador’s titankin attack during that time as you multitask in taking care of drunk phainon and looking for a drink that could knock him out in one go so he could sleep and leave you in peace.

lady aglaea wouldn’t interrogate you the second time, right?

[chancloud8]

Teach Me {5}

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series masterlist

Pairing: Changbin x Reader, Seungmin x Reader

Word Count: 3,7k

Tags: fluff, kissing, smut, nsfw, dry humping, fingering, 18+

Summary: Changbin tries to help you get rid of your nerves, but when his plan goes a little different than he'd hoped, Seungmin swoops in to help out.

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A movie is playing on the TV, but you've stopped watching the silly k-drama Jisung and Hyunjin chose a while ago as your mind keeps drifting to the conversation you had with Chan and Jisung.

The thought of one of the guys giving you your first orgasm makes you nervous. Who will be the one to do so? What if it doesn't work? How will it feel? How should you react? Do you make a lot of noise or should you keep quiet? 

A nudge against your thigh stops the train of questions in your brain and you look up to see who's trying to get your attention. 

'Wanna help me get some popcorn?' Changbin asks when your gaze meets his. 

You look around the living room of Felix and Seungmin's apartment, but everyone is either focused on the movie, on their phone or in Jeongin's case, asleep. 

'Sure,' you nod, carefully getting up from the couch to not disturb Jeongin's sleeping form. 

The youngest member is curled up against Felix, his head resting against the older's shoulder as he softly snores. The sight is so cute you nearly take out your phone to take a picture, but you refrain and quietly pat towards the kitchen where Changbin already disappeared too. 

'Salty or sweet?' Changbin asks, holding up two packages. 

'Both,' you grin, moving past him to grab two bowls from the cabinet. 

'Mhm, good choice,' Changin agrees as he puts the first bag into the microwave. 

You lean against the counter and close your eyes, waiting for the sound of popping to fill the kitchen. It doesn't take long before you feel the heat of another body next to you, gently pressing against your side. 

'What has you thinking so loud?' Changbin asks softly. You open your eyes and find him looking at you with a worried frown between his eyes, and when you don't reply immediately the frown gets deeper. 'Did someone do or say anything?'

Your eyes widen at the suggestion and you shake your head, a blush spreading over your neck and cheeks.

'No, not really. It's just-,' you swallow and lick your lips nervously. 

Are you really going to talk about this now? 

'What is it?' Changbin asks softly. 'You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but I want to help you if I can.' 

You smile at him and turn your body a little to face him. Changbin really is one of the sweetest guys you know and while it might feel embarrassing for you to talk about, you know he would never judge you or make you feel silly about anything. 

'I had a conversation with Channie and Sungie,' you start, lowering your voice. 'About, uhm, how I've never orgasmed before.' 

Changbin's eyes widen and his ears turn red, but he doesn't say anything, he just waits for you to finish speaking. 

'And, uhm, it got me thinking about when that will happen,' you let out a little cough and lick your lips again. 'And with who.' 

Changbin clears his throat and shifts from one leg to the other. 

'And?' He presses. 

You sigh and stare at your feet, faintly registering how the corn in the microwave is starting to pop faster and faster. 

'And then I started overthinking it, I guess,' you shrug. 

Changbin nods and purses his lips, his fingers tapping against the counter as he thinks for a moment. 

‘What's the loudest question in your brain right now?’

You blink at him and feel your cheeks heat up once more. Is he asking so he can answer your question or? 

‘When it will happen,’ you admit, your voice barely audible. ‘The waiting is making me nervous.’ 

‘And it gives you time to overthink it,’ Changbin adds, giving you a small smile. 

You nod and move to the microwave to remove the first bag of popcorn and replace it with the second. ‘Exactly.’ 

Changbin hums and when you turn around again he’s grinning at you, a mischievous grin you know all too well. It usually means trouble. 

‘What are you up to?’ you ask as you cross your arms and narrow your eyes at him. 

‘I have an idea, do you trust me?’ Changbin holds out his hand for you to take and for a moment you just stare at it. 

Of course you trust him. You trust everyone currently in the apartment with you, but that doesn’t mean that what he’s saying isn’t making you nervous. Especially considering what you just talked about. Is he going to offer to take care of you now? Here? With everyone in the house? Are you okay with that?

Looking up and into Changbin’s soft brown eyes causes you to make a decision and you take a hold of his hand. He smiles down at you reassuringly before pulling you away from the microwave where the second bag of corn is just starting to make popping sounds. Changbin leans over to turn off the device and with a gentle squeeze to your fingers he starts to pull you with him towards what you think is Seungmin’s room. 

When the door closes behind you, he only gives you about two seconds to look around the room. There’s a guitar in the corner and on the bedside table there’s a glass case with a baseball in it. It’s definitely Seungmin’s room. 

‘Y/N,’ Changbin whispers hoarsely as he pulls you against his strong body. 

‘Binnie,’ you whisper back. ‘What are you up to?’ 

‘First I really want to kiss you.’ 

A warm feeling spreads through your entire body as he slowly moves his fingers over your arm, staring at your wrist and going up and up until he reaches your shoulder. His thumb slides under the sleeve of your shirt for a moment before he moves up further and cups the back of your neck, pulling your face closer to his. 

‘And then?’ you breathe out just as his lips are about to connect with yours. 

Changbin chuckles and touches your nose with his. ‘Don’t think too much baby and just try to enjoy the feeling. If anything gets too much or you want to stop, pat my thigh or arm or anywhere you can reach two times, yeah?’ 

He waits for you to nod and then he crashes his mouth against yours, his lips soft but urgent at the same time, like he’s been wanting to do this for a while now. You smile against his lips and wrap your arms around his neck, pressing even closer against his chest. He feels warm and solid against you and you like the way his arms around you make you feel safe. 

You’re the one to deepen the kiss and a thrill of excitement goes through your body when Changbin groans into your mouth. He tilts his head a little to create an even better angle and his thumb caresses the side of your neck. Your entire body tingles deliciously and if you weren’t standing up you’d be crawling into his lap to get even closer. 

As if he read your mind, Changbin slowly starts to move backwards. He never stops kissing you and you cling onto him so you won’t fall, trusting him to catch you if you do. When he sits down on Seungmin’s bed, you waste no time climbing on his lap, your legs resting on either side of his thick thighs. 

‘You okay?’ Changbin pants as he pulls back, leaving only a millimeter of space between your lips. 

‘More than okay,’ you say, nuzzling your nose against his like he had done before. ‘If I knew how much I’d like kissing I would have never freaked out two weeks ago.’ 

Changbin hums and presses a kiss against your jaw before slowly trailing his lips towards your neck. ‘It’s only natural when you don’t know what to expect. I for one, am glad you came to us.’ 

‘Me too,’ you whisper, baring your neck to give him better access. 

You let out a soft moan when he sucks on the skin just below your ear, his tongue soothing the bruised skin afterwards before he continues exploring your neck with his mouth. Your stomach flutters and your eyes fall closed as your whole body seems to light up, feeling hot and tingly. 

‘Binnie,’ you gasp, when he bites down on the skin between your neck and shoulder. 

More heat seems to explode in your belly and your body jolts forward a little on its own account, causing your core to rub against Changbin’s and it creates a delicious friction that you want to feel again. 

‘Fuck,’ he mutters against your neck, his hands moving to grab onto your hips. ‘Do that again, baby.’ 

You roll your hips forward and gasp when it feels even better than before. 

‘How does that feel?’ 

‘Good,’ you pant, closing your eyes. ‘So good.’ 

‘Good,’ Changbin echoes and he attaches his lips to yours again. 

Your body feels like it's on fire and when Changbin’s hands slip under your t-shirt at the same time as you push your hips forwards again, it’s like your insides are turning into liquid. Your skin erupts in goosebumps and you shiver with the combined feeling. 

‘Hmm your skin is so soft,’ Changbin murmurs against your mouth. 

You want to laugh, but your body has a mind of its own, so instead you just chase his mouth and move your hips forward again. Your eyes roll back at the intense good feeling that’s starting to build in your belly. It kind of feels like a knot is tightening and you can’t help but chase the feeling, moving your hips again and again until you create a rhythm. 

Changbin’s chest is heaving against yours and his legs start shaking beneath you. 

‘Fuck, slow down baby,’ he moans, throwing his head back with his eyes squeezed shut. 

The sight of his bared neck does something to you and while your hips try to slow down, you can’t help but lean forward to latch your lips against his neck, nibbling and licking on the skin like he’d done with you. 

Changbin lets out a grunt and his whole body tenses for a moment before it seems to stutter and then relax again. His hands move from your back to your hips and he clamps down to stop you from moving. You immediately lean back in confusion, your eyes searching his face for any clues of what’s happening. 

‘What’s wrong? Are you okay? Do we need to stop?’ you ask, taking notice of his red cheeks and dilated pupils. 

Changbin groans and drops his head on your shoulder. 

‘Fuck, Y/N, I’m so sorry,’ he mumbles. ‘This is so embarrassing.’ 

‘Why? What is?’ you comb your fingers through his hair, your mind racing at what could have happened that made him feel embarrassed. 

‘He’s come in his pants.’ a voice speaks up behind you. 

You startle and a loud squeak leaves your throat as you whirl around to see Seungmin lean against the doorframe. He has an amused smile on his face, but his neck and cheeks are red. 

‘How long have you been there?’ you ask, your own cheeks heating up in embarrassment as well. 

‘Long enough to see Bin come in his pants,’ Seungmin says and he pushes himself off the doorframe to step closer to you. 

His words finally register in your brain and you turn back to look at Changbin who has his eyes closed in mortification. 

‘You– you did?’ you softly ask, moving your fingers through his hair once more as if to soothe him. 

For some reason the thought pleases you. It doesn’t matter to you that you haven’t, you like the idea of Changbin enjoying himself so much that he couldn’t hold back. 

‘Yes,’ Changbin mumbles against your neck. ‘I’m so sorry.’ 

Your fingers leave his hair to cup his face and you gently force him to look up at you. 

‘Don’t be, I actually like the idea of me making you feel so good that you–’ you clear your throat. ‘That you came.’ 

Changbin blinks up at you in surprise and slowly the corners of his mouth turn up into a smile. He leans forward and presses a soft kiss on your lips. 

‘You’re something else, you know that,’ he whispers as he pulls back. 

You giggle and place your hands on his shoulders to support yourself as you get off his lap. You bump into Seungmin as you do so, your back colliding with his chest and he quickly grabs onto your waist to keep you steady. 

‘Easy,’ he mumbles, his hot breath tickling against your ear. 

You shiver and bite your lip as the heat seems to reappear in your belly, like it suddenly remembered how you were feeling before Changbin stopped you. 

You don’t notice the look the two men share over your shoulders, but you startle when Seungmin speaks up again. ‘Why don’t you go clean up, you can borrow some sweats.’ 

For a moment you’re confused, but then you realize he’s talking to Changbin. 

‘I should–’ you start to say, but Seungmin’s hands tighten around your waist and pull you even closer against him. 

‘You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart,’ he says, his voice sweet like honey. 

Your eyes widen when you feel something hard twitch against your ass. Changbin chuckles and gets up from the bed, softly pinching your chin between his thumb and forefingers. 

‘Minnie has got you now, baby. Remember what I said and try to relax and enjoy the feeling,’ he winks and then he turns around and disappears into what you think is the bathroom. 

With bated breath you wait for Seungmin to do or say something, the anticipation nearly driving you mad and your breathing is already quickening. It’s a bit pathetic really how your body reacts to him while he hasn’t even done anything but press his body against your back. 

Just when you start to lose your patience and open your mouth to say something, Seungmin twirls you around. You only get to glance at his face for a second before his lips are on yours, stealing your breath away. He kisses you like he’s starving for you, like this is what he needed all along.

His hands glide down your body, lingering on your ass for a moment before his fingers slip under the hem of your skirt. You shiver against him and arch your back, pressing your breast closer against his chest. You want him to make you feel good, to feel that pressure against your core again, the delicious friction. 

‘Minnie,’ you whine against his lips. 

A chuckle rumbles in his chest and his hands find your panty covered ass, squeezing the flesh and pulling your hips flushed together. A gasp leaves your mouth when you feel his hardness against your belly now. 

‘You feel that?’ Seungmin whispers. ‘That’s how you’re making me feel most of the time and you don’t even know it.’

You whimper, your brain feeling fuzzy with need and you stand on your tippy toes to try and rub your core against him somehow. You roll your hips like you’d done with Changbin and while it doesn’t feel as good as before, it still sends a rush of heat through your body, especially when Seungmin lets out a soft groan. 

‘Getting needy, are we,’ he mumbles, pressing an open mouthed kiss against your neck before he’s slowly walking you backwards until the back of your knees hit the back of his bed. 

He gently lowers you to the mattress and climbs on himself, his body hovering over yours for a moment before he sinks down next to you, leaning on his elbow to keep his upper half popped up. You frown at him, not understanding why he’s laying down next to you. How will that create the friction you need? 

‘Relax, I got you,’ Seungmin smiles, leaning forward to capture your lips in a kiss again. 

Your body immediately melts and your skin seems to hum when Seungmin once more lets his hands wander underneath your skirt. His fingers are tickling against your inner thighs and when he gets teasingly close to your panties, your legs fall open on their own accord. Seungmin pulls back from your lips to look at you, his pupils are so big that you can barely see any brown anymore. 

‘You’re doing so good, baby,’ he whispers, moving his hand up to slide his fingers over the soft fabric between your legs, only applying a light pressure. 

An ecstatic feeling bubbles up in your tummy again and you moan, bucking your hips up to chase his finger. Seungmin chuckles and repeats the movement, watching you respond with another loud moan, with lidded eyes and parted lips. 

‘Hmm you like that?’ his voice is hoarse. 

‘Yes, more,’ you pant. ‘Please, Minnie.’ 

Seungmin leans forward to kiss your neck again, his hand moving away from where you want him to touch you most. Just as you’re about to protest, his hand dips underneath the waistband of your underwear, his finger slipping through your wet folds. You gasp loudly, your body jolting at the feeling. 

‘Fuck, you’re so wet,’ Seungmin groans against your neck as he continues to slide his finger up and down, gently brushing your clit. 

‘Oh,’ your voice pitches high and your eyes widen. 

It feels like electricity is moving through your veins, like you're on fire and ready to explode. It feels so much better than when you touch yourself and you just know that you’re ruined forever now. Nothing will beat this feeling of flying high in some cloud of pleasure. 

Seungmin is breathing heavily against your neck, his finger still moving up and down, collecting moisture before circling your clit in an eight motion. Your mouth is starting to feel dry from all the panting you’ve been doing and without thinking you move your hand to grab onto Seungmin’s hair, pulling his head towards your mouth. He comes willingly and when you open your lips for him he licks into your mouth without hesitation, tangling his tongue with yours.  

‘Hmgh,’ you groan, bucking your hips up to create even more friction. 

Seungmin slides his finger further down and gently presses against your opening before moving up again, brushing against your clit. He repeats the motion just like before and then, just when you think you can’t take it anymore, he slips his finger inside. 

Your mouth falls open at the sensation and Seungmin pulls back to look at you, his eyes never leaving yours as he curls his finger inside of you. 

‘So tight,’ he mumbles. ‘So perfect.’ 

You whine and claw at his shoulder with the hand that's not in his hair, needing more but not knowing how to tell him when it feels like you can’t speak. Pleasure crawls up your spine and your legs are starting to shake. 

‘You’re doing so good, baby,’ Seungmin says. 

His thumb starts drawing lazy circles around your clit and he arches his finger in just the right way every time he pushes in again. More moans and pants leave your throat and for a moment you wonder if the others can hear you. 

The knot in your stomach tightens then and your vision is getting blurry when a feeling of ecstasy floods your body. It feels incredible. 

‘You can let go now, baby, it’s okay. I got you.’ 

With the loudest moan you’ve ever heard yourself make, you do just that. You let go and the tight coil in your belly snaps. Your eyes roll back into your head and you feel like you're floating and floating as your muscles spasm and shake. 

‘That’s it, baby, so good for me,’ Seungmin whispers, pressing soft kisses against your neck as he moves with you through your orgasm. 

Your very first orgasm. 

Fuck. 

You get it now, why everyone is always going on and on about how good it feels. 

‘Fuck,’ you whisper when you get down from your high. ‘Holy shit.’ 

Seungmin chuckles and pulls you against his body, kissing your temple. It’s only then that you notice the both of you are still fully clothed, but it doesn’t really matter right now. 

‘Are you okay?’ he asks. 

‘More than okay, that was-,’ you think about it for a moment and giggle. ‘Mind blowing, really.’ 

Seungmin laughs and presses another kiss to your head. ‘I’m glad and I can’t tell you how happy I am to have been the first to make you feel like this.’ 

Your mind wanders to Changbin and you wonder where he went after changing his pants. Did he go back to the living room with the other or did he stay in the bathroom, waiting for you to finish?

��Wait,’ you pull away from Seungmin’s chest to look up at him from underneath your lashes. ‘How did you know what Bin and I were up to?’

‘Well, you weren’t exactly being quiet, sweetheart,’ he grins. ‘No one else seemed to notice, so I went to investigate the sound by myself. Imagine my surprise when I find you humping against Binnie on my bed.’ 

You dip your head and giggle, your cheeks heating up. ‘Oh my god.’ 

Seungmin laughs again. ‘Don’t worry about it, I didn’t mind. The others are going to be so jealous though, especially Channie.’ 

‘Why?’ you ask, frowning. ‘I thought you were all okay with this?’ 

‘We are, I promise,’ Seungmin strokes your cheek with the back of his hand. ‘I guess it’s just because we all love you–’ 

Your eyes widen and so do Seungmin’s. He quickly clears his throat. 

‘I mean, we all care about you a lot and we just get a bit competitive. It’s all friendly though, so don’t worry okay?’ 

You nod at him, but can’t help the nagging feeling that there’s more to it than that.

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a/n: thank you so so much for all the love on this series!! I'm so so happy to see so many of you enjoying this silly little fic <3 I'm sorry it takes me a bit longer to write, but with life being busy and flu season i have less time than before and my brain keeps getting distracted with other blurbo's as well..

Please let me know if there's anything you'd like to see in this series and I'll try and make it happen ;)

Big smooch <3

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[starboye]

simon who you meet after decided to go to a rugby game and choose a seat right next to him, the big burly man who was dressed in all black and barely talked, you tried to spike up a conversation with him but he only responded with little answers so you just went on with watching the game

you don't know how but the announcers must have thought you and simon were dating because next thing you know you look up and the kiss cam is on the both of you and all eyes are on you, you tried to tell them that you guys weren't dating but they didn't listen so you did the next best thing

you leaned over and gave the mans cheek a little kiss making the crowd erupt in cheer before the camera moved onto the next person, simon was stunned to say the least, his face blushing under the mask and glancing over to you for the rest of the match all the way up until it was over

calling out to you before you turned to leave "aye do ya 'ave a pen" and for some reason you did, grabbing the pen and writing his number into your forearm and handing you the pen back "give me a call sometime" he'd say before walking off, i guess he likes you or something

[revelboo]

HI HI HIII!

soooo I read your Drift, Rodimus and the Scavngers 18+ and it got me falling over heels.

I swear, some authors whom I asked and answered my asked are such goddamn talented people and it makes me wanna give em a chefs kiss

*Chef kiss to the 18+ I mentioned*

ANYWAYS

Could you possibly do another Scavngers 18+ or perhaps all the Lost Light crew members +18?

Sure! 18+ Mass displaced mechs 🌶️

You have no idea how hard it was to not be a gremlin with Minimus

Minimus: Can we just interface normally tonight? Human: Nope, put on the Magnus armor and mass shift.

MTMTE Scenarios/ Snippets

Scavengers

• Optics brightening and head lazily lifting from where it’s resting on your belly, Fulcrum vents when you grin up at him, wearing his stolen goggles. “Little thief,” he says, shifting to crouch over you as your thigh slides against the outside of his. “You know what happens to thieves?” And you’re completely unrepentant, pushing his goggles up on top of your head to make your messy hair even wilder. Hand sliding over your hip, servos splayed on you to surf even higher up your body. Tracing curves and hollows to make you wiggle.

• “Jealous because they look better on me?” You tease as he moves over you, then his mouth finds yours. Reaching up you hook your arms around his neck and feel him nudge your thighs further apart. Glossa stealing inside as his spike brushes the inside of your thigh. Laughing when he tries to find you and slides against you instead to make him nip your bottom lip in a soft reprimand. Then the head of his spike is stretching you, your back arching on a moan.

• Groaning as he sinks deep, he rocks himself against you, smiling against your neck. And then groaning for a whole different reason when the door opens and Crankcase and Misfire come in, arguing and stop short. Because living on a cramped ship with four other mechs means having very little alone time. Or privacy. It’s not like they’ll leave if he asks, so he tries to ignore them. Hard to do when he’s mass displaced and they’re huge. Is this how you feel all the time?

• “You didn’t invite us? I’m hurt,” Misfire says, leaning his elbows on the berth you and Fulcrum are on and propping his chin on a hand. Apparently intending to watch Fulcrum frag you. Glaring at him upside down as Fulcrum’s thrusts falter slightly with the audience. The poor guy more embarrassed than you are. “Little tip, buddy, you need a little more leverage to hit that angle Tiny likes,” Misfire adds and you’re going to smack him first chance you get.

• Hears you hissing at Misfire to shut up as he tries to focus on you, the feel of you under him, wet and tight around his spike. Pretending it’s just you and him. “What kind of rhythm is that?” Crankcase growls and Fulcrum hides his face against your neck. “You should just let Tiny ride you if that’s the best you can do.”

• Glaring at both of them as they just grin at you completely unbothered, you cup Fulcrum’s face in your palms forcing his head up. “Don’t listen to them. Misfire only lasts one minute tops anyway,” you taunt just to watch the Seeker’s wings flick. Know he’s going to get revenge for that comment later, but right now you focus on Fulcrum. Rocking yourself under him. “I want you.” Helm bumping against your forehead, he begins moving again and you lift your hips to meet him. “That’s right. Right there.” Head falling back as he thrusts deep and by some miracle, the other two don’t make any more snide comments. Letting you focus on the feel of him moving against you.

Rung

• Smiling up at him as his servos feather through your hair, optics staring down at you as you kneel between his thighs, cheek on his leg. “Are you sure you want, I mean, you don’t have to,” he mumbles, looking almost embarrassed as he stumbles over his words. And you love that you can do this to him. Make the well spoken, calm bot struggle just to speak. In answer, you lean down to run the tip of your tongue against the mesh of his inner thigh seam and he shudders, servos fisting in your hair. But he stops protesting and finally frees his spike for you.

• “I know I don’t have to,” you whisper, lips ghosting against him, your breath warm on his spike. That wet tongue sliding along the seams around his spike, before your mouth glides along the underside of it. “I want to.” Little fingers tracing every ridge and node, following the pulse of his biolights. And those lovely eyes look up at him before you take the head into your mouth.

Tailgate and Cyclonus

• Servos curling into fists, hips lifting slightly, Cyclonus grits his denta as your mouth moves on his spike, tongue sliding against him as your head slowly bobs. Watches through hooded optics as Tailgate shifts behind you, hands on your hips. And you moan around his spike when Tailgate buries his own spike inside you. Knows Tailgate enjoys being bigger than you, hears the smaller bot groan as he rocks himself against you.

• Servos tightening on your hips as he ruts against you, he glances up at Cyclonus to find the other mech watching him, lips parted as you take your time with his spike. Suspects Cyclonus only tolerates you to indulge him, but the bigger mech is always willing to let you both sleep sprawled on top of him without any complaints, making Tailgate suspect he’s starting to soften towards you. Hips snapping against you, he watches Cyclonus grit his denta, head tipping back as he cups the back of your neck.

• Tongue sliding against the underside of Cyclonus’s spike as Tailgate’s thrusts become more urgent, shifting behind you so his next stroke sends you over the edge. And tailgate is driving deep and rocking himself against you in shallow thrusts before he’s releasing inside you. Your head lifts from Cyclonus’s spike on a moan when Tailgate slips free, hooking an arm around you to drag you with him when he sprawls on his back with you on top. Hear Cyclonus snarl as he shifts to cover both of you, spike finding you and driving deep. Trapped between them as Tailgate’s servos slide against you, his other hand grabbing onto Cyclonus’s arm as you hook an arm around the bigger mech’s neck as he moves inside you.

Rodimus

• “Stop, you’ve got to stop,” he groans, servos gripping the surface under you as he shudders. “Just give me a klik.” Legs hooked around his waist, you dig your heels into him, wiggling and grinning up at him as he shakily laughs. “You brat.” There’s no real heat in his words, though as he leans over you, mouth finding yours.

• Hands wandering on him, he tries to distract you with his mouth while he gets himself under control. Knows his plating is heating up and just needs a moment. Because you’re both literally playing with fire, risking his outlier ability flaring up. Something that can’t happen with you and he’s too embarrassed about his lack of control to admit what’s wrong. Mouth lazily moving on yours, he slowly rocks himself against you. Too scared to go fast and rough like he’d like.

Ultra Magnus/Minimus Ambus

• Mouth brushing the back of your neck, he interlaces his servos with your fingers as he moves against you. Listening to those little sounds you make as his spike strokes deep. And he doesn’t feel too small, dwarfed by everyone else like he normally is with you. Doesn’t have to be Magnus to matter. He’s enough.

• Breath hitching as he drapes himself against your back, hips rocking as his spike stretches you, you can feel when he vents against you. Too tired and relaxed to care much about chasing a climax, just enjoying the intimacy. When his frame strains, servos tightening on your hand as his mouth opens against your shoulder to muffle his groan as he releases inside you. How many times is this now?

[xobunni0]

𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓

𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

౨ৎ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡.. the breakup was supposed to be the end, but you keep finding your way back to each other. you’re not good for each other, and you both know it. but maybe being good isn’t what either of you want.

- 𝐞𝐱!𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰, — 𝐬𝐳𝐚, 𝐰𝐜-𝟏𝟑𝟔𝟒, 𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭..

the glow of your phone lit up the darkened room. you shouldn’t have looked. you told yourself a hundred times to ignore him, to let the past stay where it belonged. but when Shadow’s name flashed on the screen, the walls you’ve tried to build crumbled like they always did.

“Can’t stop thinking about you. can I come over?”

you stared at the message for a moment too long, fingers hovering over the keyboard. you could leave him on read, block his number or just ignore him. but you didn’t.

with a deep breath, you typed back

“door’s open.”

ten minutes later, he was at your door. the tension between you evident as you opened it. Shadow stood there, his intense gaze locking onto yours. and without a word he stepped inside. the air grew heavier, thicker.

no words were exchanged as he moved closer. the kiss came first.. hard, desperate, teeth clashing like you were hungry for each other. his hands slid under your shirt familiar and rough and you couldn’t tell if you were pulling him closer or pushing him away

hands roamed, clothes were discarded quickly, leaving a trail from the hallway to your bedroom. his weight pinned you to the mattress legs tangled together in a way that felt possessive and intoxicating. there was no room for hesitation, or regret, only two bodies that knew each other too well

when it was over the silence weighed down on you heavily. Shadow lay beside you his chest rising and falling slowly, one arm draped lazily over your waist like it belonged there. you stared up at the ceiling knowing this wouldn’t change anything

you wanted to tell him to leave.. but instead you pressed into him, his warmth chasing away the cold. Shadow’s gloved fingers traced patterns on your bare skin, like it was second nature, like he knew just the way you liked it.

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩

the silence was almost comfortable and peaceful, broken only by the faint hum of the fan and the rhythm of your breaths. you laid bare in Shadow’s arm. it was so easy to pretend, in moments like this, that nothing had ever gone wrong between you two

it was suffocating.

finally, you broke the quiet.

“We can’t keep doing this Shadow.”

his hand stilled, the lazy circles stopping. he didn’t move, didn’t speak but you could feel him tense beside you

“I mean it” you said, voice soft but firm. “This… whatever this is it’s not healthy. we fight, we hurt each other, and then we end up back here like none of it ever happened.”

Shadow let out a low sigh, his forehead pressing against your shoulder. “You think I don’t know that?” he muttered, his voice heavy.

“Then why do we keep doing it?” you asked, turning your head to meet his crimson eyes. “Why can’t we just… let go?”

his jaw tightened, and for a moment you thought he might snap at you, or leave like he had so many times before. but instead, his voice was quieter when he spoke again.

“Because I don’t know how to stop wanting you” he admitted.

you felt your throat tighten, tears threatening to spill.

“I don’t know how to stop either” you whispered, “but we need to.”

he pulled back slightly, his eyes scanning your face as if searching for some answer you couldn’t give him.

“I don’t want to lose you” he said finally

“You already have” you replied gently, your voice cracking.

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Shadow’s grip on you loosened, his warmth, the comfort of his presence it all felt so painfully far away now

neither of you said anything else as you pulled away completely, sitting up and gathering your scattered clothes from the floor. you felt his gaze on you the entire time but you didn’t look back

by the time you were dressed and standing by the door of your bedroom, Shadow was still laying on the bed his head resting in his hands. he looked like he wanted to say something but no words came out

you had your hand on the doorknob, heart pounding.. telling him to leave was the right thing to do this was the only way to end things for good

“Wait.”

his voice low, and rough. you turned slowly meeting his eyes.

“Come back to bed” Shadow said, his tone steadier this time, though his eyes betrayed him “Don’t tell me to leave. Not yet.”

part of you screamed to keep going, to tell him to go and put him and everything the two of you had been in the past

“You know this isn’t good for us” you whispered, though even as the words left your mouth you could feel yourself crumbling

“And what’s good for us, huh?” he shot back, sitting up in the bed. the sheets pooled around his waist, his chest rising and falling with a sharp edge to his breathing. “Pretending like this, like we don’t mean anything? You think I don’t feel it too? The way I keep coming back to you and you to me?”

your grip on the doorknob tightened. “It’s not enough Shadow. wanting each other isn’t enough.”

“And yet, you’re still standing there” he said softer now. “looking at me like you don’t want me to leave.”

you closed your eyes, hoping he’d somehow disappear but when you opened them again, he was still there staring at you.

“Come back to bed” he said again, quieter this time. “If you tell me to leave now, you’ll let me back in eventually. We both know it. so why fight it?”

you hesitated, your hand falling from the doorknob everything told you to go. but his voice, his eyes, it all pulled you back

without saying another word, you turned away from the door and walked back toward him. Shadow’s shoulders visibly relaxed, and he held out his hand. you took it letting him pull you onto the bed and into his arms.

his body was warm against yours as he tucked you into his soft chest, his hand finding the curve of your back. “See?” he murmured, his voice low against your ear “You can’t leave me. just like I can’t leave you.”

you didn’t respond, because you knew he was right. no matter how toxic, how messy this was, leaving Shadow had never been something you were truly capable of and he knew it

and as his arms tightened around you, as his scent filled your senses, almost intoxicating

the truth was you would always come back to him.

the room feel silent expect for the sound of his breathing. Shadow’s arms were still wrapped around you his body warm against yours. you lay there fingers caressing the soft fur across his chest

you tilted your head slightly, your gaze drifting to his face. Shadow looked so at peace, his usual sharp features softened while he slept. this was the version of him you always wished you could’ve kept

the thought made your throat tighten

you closed your eyes hoping to hold on to this moment, to keep it forever. but you knew better. you always did, by morning he’d pull away, act cold and distant and pretend like nothing happened

but still you hoped…

…you hoped that by morning he’d still be here, that he’d hold you the way he was now, his arms wrapped so tightly around you

you wanted to believe that. so badly you wanted too.

“I hope you stay” you whispered into the night, your voice so quiet you were certain shadow couldn’t have heard

Shadow stirred slightly, his arm tightening around your waist his lips brushed against your temple so softly and tender, before he settled again

you pressed closer to him your fingers threading into his hold as you held on to him just for tonight.

you let sleep come over you, drifting slowly and peacefully into slumber.

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

𝐛𝐟!𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐱!𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 🪽

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ⏦ﾟᢉ𐭩 - 𓊆ྀི𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

[bluem1lls]

Hi! Could you do a fluff Se-mi one shot? Unfortunately I don’t really have any prompt to give you but I think a out of squid game AU would be pretty cool! Like it could be when they first met, or first date sm like that!

I would really appreciate it if you write it, but if not that’s absolutely fine! I hope you have an amazing day! <3

headcanons gf! se-mi

✦ synopsis: never let your annoying best friends to stop you from finding your girlfriend!

tw: a bit of nsfw

authors note: hiii im sorry for the no update, work is killing me but here's this! i hope u like it💓 tysm for the requests!

-> se-mi, who you've met because of a close friends hangout.

"would it be okay if i bring se-mi?" min su asked as i passed the joint to thanos.

"is she cute?" nam gyu asked.

"she's a lesbian" min-su answered with a chuckle.

"oh?" i said as i pay more attention to the conversation.

"she's probably not your type tho, you're so picky" min su said rolling his eyes as i scoffed.

-> se-mi, who was totally your type.

when you two met, you bonded immediately, laughing and smoking together as the other three were sitting on the couch staring.

"what about us man? when it's our turn?" nam-gyu said, watching as she said something that made you blush.

thanos and min su shook their head as they kept smoking.

"i bet i can drink more than you" she said as you laughed. "wanna bet?" she said with a smirk. "if i win, i get your number"

no need. two shots in and you were giving her your number no matter what.

-> se-mi, who texted you while you were passed out on nam gyu's bed as he was sprawled on the floor with thanos's arm around him.

you tried to find your phone, lowering the brightness as you grabbed it while your head throbbed.

pretty girl w the piercings: hi

pretty girl w the piercings: maybe its too soon but would you like to have dinner tonight? we can do something chill :)

-> se-mi, who has you waking up thanos and nam gyu with screams of happiness.

"who died?!" nam-gyu opened his eyes wide.

"min-su?! my boy?" thanos asks, alarmed

"se-mi texted me! she wants to hang out tonight! it's a date!" i said getting up the bed to quickly shower.

"this can't happen anymore bro. she needs to stop getting drunk and sleeping in your room" thanos says to nam gyu as he throws himself into his bed and covers himself with the blankets.

nam gyu blinks. two people already slept in his bed, none of those being him. he sighs as he goes into thanos's room to sleep some more.

"for fucks sakes" he mumbles.

-> se-mi, who's soon arriving to your house.

"i need you two idiots out of here tonight" you said, putting your earrings on and brushing your hair as they stared.

thanos winked as he grabbed his phone to call someone. "we're on our way" i could hear min-su over the phone screaming to thanos, alarmed, because he was on a family reunion. "we're your family too boy! be there in 20" he said, hanging up.

well. they're min-su's problem now.

-> se-mi, who stood there in all back, as she played with her lip piercing, smirking and looking up and down as you open the door.

"hi!"

"hey pretty" she said, as you moved aside, letting her in.

"we're just leaving" she got in as the guys got out, giving a quick head nod to her.

"get laid" thanos shouted from outside.

"she needs it" nam-gyu followed him.

of course you stood there all blushy as she chuckled.

you'll kill them later.

-> se-mi, who brought everything you told her you liked! a horror movie, your favorite snacks, diet coke and ice cream as dessert.

"it's this is okay? maybe i should've bought more things. now i'm nervous maybe it's time for a smoke break-" she rambles too much. you don't give her time to think as you cup her face and kiss her. her eyes widen in surprise but she quickly melts into it.

-> se-mi, who's quickly stopping the makeout sesh to turn on some 'cigarettes after sex' on the speaker.

-> se-mi, who starts hanging out more with the boys and talks a lot about you.

-like a lot. nam-gyu is tired. he has to see you at home and now hear about you??

-> se-mi, who loves chill dates with you, like staying at home and watching some movie.

-> se-mi, who has to get used to the guys because half of the dates probably include them bc they feel left out:(

its like you two are mothers going out with three kids. three very dumb kids (26 year old adults). but you love them and se-mi learns to love them too .. kind of. give her time.

-> se-mi, who not even two months in she's decoring your room with your favorite flowers and a sign that says 'would you let me be your girlfriend?' you kiss her until your lips go numb.

-> gf!se-mi who doesn't know how to keep her hands out of you. her hands on your hips, hugging you from behind, circles on your waist, underneath your shirt.

-> gf!se-mi who loves playing video games. she's SO happy when she finds out you don't actually like playing but you like watching. she buys all your favorite games and plays them all for you

"BABY, TURN RIGHT. I'VE WATCHED THIS 20 TIMES, GO RIGHT" you shout at her.

"do you wANNA PLAY?" she replies, getting exasperated trying to follow your indications.

you pout as you shook your head.

she loves this. wouldn't trade it for the world.

-> gf!se-mi who loves taking you shopping to the mall. clearly for the lingerie stores. probably ends up fingering you in there.

she buys anything you like, baby is poor but she tries SO hard for her girl:(

you're pointing at a plushie?? it's yours.

clothes u like? she knows your size, it's yours.

-> gf!se-mi who discovered your music tastes are so different that she can't believe she's listening to taylor swift and olivia rodrigo songs to learn them for you. she's incredibly down bad.

-> gf!se-mi who gets you a necklace with her initial

"for: baby

it's not because i own you, but because i really know you :)"

-> gf!se-mi who gets SO nervous when you wanna introduce her to ur parents. and she's so happy when they approved her.

-> gf!se-mi that is SOO smart, everytime she helps u study you're moaning.

-> gf!se-mi that's not studying for now, just working. but you are.

and when she sees you burned out? oh she's the first one to be there helping.

"baby, you've been studying for hours, let's take a break"

"i can't sem. my parents-"

"okay okay, let's go through the flashcards again and we'll take a nap, how does that sound?"

-> gf!se-mi that is there when you get a 87 and not a 100. and you're crying about what your parents are going to say while she caress your hair and kisses you.

"we'll start again in a bit if you want to, but for now let it out princess" she kisses your temple.

-> gf!se-mi who everyone stares when she takes you to campus. but she has no idea, she's just looking at you.

-> gf!se-mi who's a fuckgirl in recovery tho..

like the idea of cheating does not cross her mind. but sometimes she smiles. too much.

and maybe some girl is winking at her because god you have a HOT girlfriend.

and she just turns to you, smirking.

"did u see that babe? i haven't lost my charm ;)" she says as you scoff in disbelief. you two end up making out until her brain is too fuzzy to remember what she told you.

"just wanted her to see that you're mine" you say as you clean up any of your messed up lipstick.

her boxers are wet. sticky and wet.

and if someone you know is frequently flirting with her? next time they'll see her, she has three big bruised spots on her neck, and she's SO happy.

one time she had a little admirer at her job who went to see her like three times a week.

baby: she's here!!!!!!!!!!!

me: who???

me: wait.. stalker??

baby: mhm.

and when you leave her on seen, she frowns. she scans everything this girl is taking as she feels her phone vibrating. she checks her messages and oh! it's you!

two photos. one of you in her favorite red lingerie and the second one, you moving aside those pretty panties to send your bare pussy.

she's drooling. and her brain is pretty much broken.

"i-m-m sorry" she stutters to the girl in front of her, who frowns. "min-su cover for me! i'll stay tomorrow" se-mi screams at him and smiles at the girl who looks like her heart got crushed.

-> gf!se-mi who also gets jealous easily. match made in heaven!

give her two seconds before she's eyeing up and down with a cold stare to anyone who's talking to you. her hands grip your waist as they start to roam over your body, she leaves a wet neck kiss as she gets close to your ear.

"bathroom. right now. or you wanna show them you're only my whore? because i'll fuck you right here and i'll make them watch" she whispers on your ear while you're talking, making you shiver.

yeah forget the chat, it wasn't that interesting anyways.

-> gf!se-mi that spends every sundays with you

lazy days, laying in bed hugging and kissing eachother, picking two books out of your book shelf to read for a while. if it's raining?? movie, take out food and a nap.

she just wants to be with you, does not care about anything else.

-> gf!se-mi that if you're into romantic stuff, she's doing her best for her girl. sometimes she forgets tbh but there it is min-su to remind her!

se-mi: 😭 she's mad at me

min-su: it's flower day. according to tik tok, girl's wanna receive a yellow bouquet

se-mi: you're my second favorite person.

and she's at your door 30 minutes after you got mad with a yellow bouquet, smiling behind it.

she really tries.

-> gf!se-mi who knows how to draw so well, she actually draws a bouquet of ur favorite flowers to give u every month.

-> gf!se-mi who finds tik toks about kitties and sends them to you.

you open tik tok once again as you see a new video sent by your girlfriend. is a black cat licking a white cat with a pink bow

semisucks: das us:)

-> gf!se-mi who loves when you do skincare on her but she already has a pretty spotless face. although she uses hand soup to wash her face

-> gf!se-mi who never stopped flirting with you, she has to keep her girl

" you look so good tonight, you're lucky i have a wife or ill be taking you to bed real fast" she says winking as you roll your eyes.

-> gf!se-mi that after two years of dating, wants to move with you.

"you didnt ask for our consent" thanos says, shooking his head no as you both tell them the news.

"you steal our best friend and now you want her to move? that's not happening" nam gyu agrees with him.

you stare at the three of them who are fighting about you like little kids.

"well, i guess its time to bring the second choice" i say to se-mi as she places her head on the table as she mumbles 'fuck'

"she moves here" i say, staring at those two as they stare at eachother.

"fine. but no moaning" thanos says as nam gyu nods.

-> gf!se-mi who hates her birthday, except this year, when you throw her a mini surprise party with nam-gyu, thanos and min-su.

-> gf!se-mi who can't cook... please don't make her.

-> gf!se-mi who protects you and puts you on top of anything.

you're her girl after all.

nsfw hc!

-> gf!se-mi who has an obsession with your tits, when youre riding her? shes having a blast seeing your tits bounce

-> gf!se-mi who fucks u in public places. 100%

-> gf!se-mi who has a broken brain when she sees you with a new lingerie set.

-> gf!se-mi who has a black strap. and god she knows how to use it

-> gf!se-mi who didn't do it right if you're not crying and trembling by the end of the night.

-> gf!se-mi who loves quickies. everytime you two are about to go out you're suddenly 15 minutes late because you just looked so cute in that oufit, that she had to eat you out.

-> gf!se-mi who quiets her whimpers everytime you're eating her out while she's playing with the guys.

"are you okay? focus dip shit" nam-gyu says to her.

she's on her chair, completely flustered and out of breath, biting her lips while you're swirling around her clit.

"i'm- i'm fine" she sttuters as she quickly mutters the mic, her hand grabs your hair. "right there princess"

-> gf!se-mi who loves to hear you while she fucks you. if you're not screaming she's not happy.

-> gf!se-mi that gets extremely frustrated when you tease her in public.

it's okay, she'll make you her slut when you're back home<3

[parkerslatte]

Hand in Hand

Kang Dae-ho x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: mentions of death. blood and injury. established relationship.

Summary: During the mingle game, Y/N and Dae-ho stay together the whole time. But when the final round begins, the two are separated.

Squid Game Masterlist

The platform moved beneath Y/N’s feet and she jerked to the side, her hand firmly clasped in Dae-ho’s hand. If she weren’t in a life or death situation, she would have probably had fun. The game was one she had played when she was younger, though without the death aspect. The rest of their small group quietly spoke to one another, discussing what number they suspected would be called. Y/N didn’t pay any attention to it, all she could focus on were the puddles of blood spreading across the floor. The platform seemed empty compared to what it looked like at the very start of the game. 

“Are you okay?” Dae-ho asked. 

“No,” Y/N answered instantly and honestly. 

“Me neither,” Dae-ho replied, seemingly taking a small step closer to Y/N. 

“We need to get out of here,” Y/N said as the platform continued to spin. 

The joyful song contrasted the mood of every player, with the exception of player 230 and player 124 who were happily dancing along. Y/N rolled her eyes. How anyone could be having fun was beyond her. 

The platform jerked to a stop and Y/N stumbled and looked at Dae-ho, there was a quick flash of terror in his eyes before he seemed to quickly calm himself for Y/N’s benefit. 

“Don’t let go of my hand,” Dae-ho said, squeezing Y/N’s hand tighter. 

“I won’t,” Y/N promised, practically holding onto his arm. 

“Two,” the voice called out. 

Almost immediately, Dae-ho began sprinting, Y/N struggling to keep up. It was by far the most chaotic round yet as many others pushed each other fighting to get into a room. There were only enough rooms for one hundred of the remaining one hundred and twenty six players. The yellow room Dae-ho was sprinting towards came into view. The closer they got, the faster Dae-ho seemed to drag her as nothing but desperation and adrenaline coursed through his veins. The more they ran, the further away the room seemed to get. 

No matter what, Y/N couldn’t ignore the chaos that was happening around her. People fought each other to get to a room, some even going as far as to pull others out of rooms, leaving others helplessly trying to find another room or trying to get back into the very same one they were kicked out from. There were also players that had already seemed to give up. Remaining where they stood on the moving platform not even attempting to run for a door.  Y/N only tightened her grip on Dae-ho’s hand. 

Suddenly before them, two people ran into the yellow room they were heading towards and Dae-ho slid to a stop. Panicked, Y/N scanned the area. 

“There!” she shouted over the shouts of everyone, pointing to a red room not too far away. 

As soon as she pointed it out, they began sprinting over to it, Y/N nearly slipping on the many puddles of blood covering the floor. Y/N wanted nothing more than to close her eyes but she knew that she needed to stay focused. One fall could end her life in this room, she had witnessed it herself with Young-mi. 

Just as they were a few steps from the door, a heavy force pushed Y/N away from Dae-ho and to the ground. A pained cry left Y/N’s lips as she landed awkwardly on her ankle. Dae-ho immediately turned around and before he could help her back to her feet, the man who had crashed into Y/N began pulling Dae-ho into the room. 

Dae-ho struggled against him. “Get off me! Y/N!”

The man struggled against Dae-ho’s instant attempts to break free of his grip yet the man’s grip remained strong and forceful. 

“Y/N!” he yelled and tried to run back to her but the forceful grip of the man who had pushed her down was too strong as he pushed Dae-ho towards the room. 

Y/N was still on the ground the moment the door closed in her face. Despite the chaos in the room, Y/N could only hear Dae-ho’s desperate cries as he tried to force his way out of the room. A tear slipped down Y/N’s cheek. There was no way she would be able to get to a room in time, there was no one around who had taken notice of her. She could run back to the platform and drag one of the people who had remained there but there was no way they would make it to a room in time. 

With a sharp inhale, Y/N stood to her feet, prepared to limp over to the door where Dae-ho was barricaded inside, her mind already made up. If she was going to die, the last thing she wanted to see was him. Before she could even get close, a force pushed her to the right and away from the red door towards a purple one. Y/N tried to struggle until she noticed the person’s familiar face. 

“Gi-hun?” Y/N questioned as she was pushed into the room with only a second to spare. 

The lock clicked into place the moment Gi-hun slammed the door closed. Y/N’s breaths were heavy as she struggled to comprehend what had just happened. She couldn’t quite believe that she was safely in a room and not on the other side. 

“Are you okay?” Gi-hun asked as gunshots sounded from the other side of the door. 

“I’m okay,” Y/N said as she wiped the tears from her face. “I’m okay.”

Gi-hun’s eyes softened. “Where’s Dae-ho?”

“We were running to a room and someone pushed me down and we were separated. He forced Dae-ho into the room with him,” Y/N answered, slumping against the wall. 

Gi-hun’s eyes glanced down to where she wasn’t putting heavy pressure on her leg. Y/N tried to hide it but as she did so, a sharp pain shot up her leg causing her to wince. 

“You should keep weight off of your leg and rest,” Gi-hun said. “You don’t want to risk injuring your leg even more.”

“I’ll be fine,” Y/N said as she pushed herself from the wall before wrapping her arms around Gi-hun. “Thank you for saving me.”

Gi-hun’s arms hesitantly wrapped around Y/N. “Don’t thank me.”

“I am,” Y/N said. “Without you, I’d be dead twice over.”

Gi-hun only nodded as the doors unlocked. Y/N limped out with the assistance of Gi-hun. Her eyes scanned the area for Dae-ho. The sound of her heartbeat was the only thing she could hear as she looked over each person’s face. What if he had left his room in search of her? She thought. Although she didn’t hear his number be called out, her subconscious might have simply been blocking it out. 

Worry filled Y/N to the brim as she helplessly looked at everyone around her as members of their small group gathered together. 

“Are you okay?” Jun-hee asked while gently clutching her stomach, a slight frown on her face. “Where’s Dae-ho?”

“I don’t know I–” Y/N continued to frantically look around and couldn’t catch sight of Dae-ho anywhere. 

“Y/N,” Jung-bae said, catching her attention. “There.”

Following the direction Jung-bae was pointing in, Y/N’s eyes landed on Dae-ho in a heated argument with the same man that pushed her down to the floor. Tears sprang to Y/N’s eyes as she stepped away from Gi-hun. Sharp pain shot up her leg but she didn’t care, she didn’t seem to feel it at all as she limped closer to Dae-ho.

“She’s most likely dead because of you!” Dae-ho snapped. “Why didn’t you let me out?”

“You would have died too!” the man argued. 

“At least I would’ve been with her!” Dae-ho exclaimed, his voice teary. 

“Dae-ho!” Y/N shouted. 

Her love’s body stilled as his shoulders dropped. Y/N limped slightly closer as Dae-ho slowly turned around, disbelief in his eyes. 

“Y/N?” Dae-ho whispered, yet she heard him perfectly despite the distance between them. 

Fresh tears cascaded down Y/N’s cheeks as he began to slowly step forward before breaking out into a sprint. Before Y/N knew it, Dae-ho’s arms wrapped around her waist as he lifted her up from the floor. 

“I thought I lost you,” he muttered into her neck.

“I’m okay,” Y/N muttered, her arms tightening around his neck. “Gi-hun saved me.”

Y/N felt Dae-ho lift his head as he sent a thankful look towards the man who had saved her before burying his head back into her shoulder. 

“I was prepared to leave that room,” Dae-ho said.

“When I couldn’t find you, I was afraid that you did,” Y/N said as Dae-ho gently placed her back down on her feet. “I’m glad you didn’t.”

Y/N stared up at Dae-ho and found nothing but concern and love within his eyes. Slowly he bent down and captured his lips with hers in a sweet kiss, his hands caressing her face, wiping away the tears that once stained them. 

“Come on, you two love birds,” Jung-bae said, attempting to lighten the mood slightly as they stepped past Y/N and Dae-ho. “Y/N needs to keep weight off of that leg for a while.”

Concern flooded Dae-ho’s face. “What’s wrong with your leg?”

“Oh,” Y/N said as if remembering her injury. “When I was pushed, I landed awkwardly on my leg.”

Dae-ho looked down, his frown deepening. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“It didn’t seem too important at the time,” Y/N said. “I will be fine after some rest Dae-ho. Trust me.”

For a brief moment, Dae-ho didn’t seem too trustful of Y/N’s statement but after a quick kiss to his cheek, all disbelief seemed to evaporate as he instinctively wrapped an arm around her waist, allowing her to lean on him while she walked.

The two didn’t say anything else as they were escorted back to the main room. Dae-ho’s arm never left Y/N’s waist, not even for a second. Every single one of her senses were on overdrive, her body had yet to calm down. With each step, more pain shot up her leg and all she wanted was to sit down and relax her body. 

As their small group found themselves back in the main room, Dae-ho quickly helped Y/N to the area the group had claimed, now becoming slightly larger after the previous game. 

“Stand there for a second,” Dae-ho said as he sat down on the bed. 

Y/N stood, holding onto the bed to support herself before Dae-ho patted the space between his legs. A smile tugged at Y/N’s lips as she sat down, relaxing into his chest. 

“Are you comfortable?” He asked, wrapping his arms around her. 

“I am now,” Y/N muttered as everyone seemed to dissolve around her. 

“Is your leg fine?” Dae-ho said. 

“With some rest it should be okay,” Y/N replied. 

“Hopefully we will get enough votes to go home,” Dae-ho replied. “I don’t want to stay here any longer.”

Y/N glanced to the other side of the room. The divide between the groups was clear. On the other side of the room, people talked eagerly about the next game, theorising what it was and calculating how many from Y/N’s side would be easy to kill off. Y/N shrunk back into Dae-ho, evidently in her condition, she was an easy target, especially to the one who had pushed her down to the floor. The man’s sinister gaze didn’t leave her for a single moment as he stared at her from across the room. 

“What happens if we don’t get to go home?” Y/N questioned, her fingers lacing with Dae-ho’s. 

“Then I will make sure that you make it through, even if it kills me,” Dae-ho replied. 

Y/N frowned. “No, I will not allow that to happen. We either both get out of here or neither of us do.”

Behind her, Dae-ho’s body stilled. “Y/N…”

“No,” Y/N insisted. “No, Dae-ho. We are going to get out of here together or we will both die here together, there is no negotiating that. You are the only thing I care about in my life, I have no family, I barely see my friends anymore. If I did walk out of here without you, I would pay off our debts, and then what? I wouldn’t be happy, I wouldn’t be able to just move on. So, we will either be walking out together or not at all.”

There was no response from Dae-ho for a while, all Y/N felt was the soft caress of his thumb gliding across her knuckles and his shallow breaths. If she closed her eyes, she could imagine that they were sitting in their bedroom while the tv was playing quietly in the background. If they didn’t phone that number, that was undoubtedly what they would be doing. 

“Okay,” Dae-ho said after a while of silence. “We walk out of here together or not at all.”

A small sigh of relief left Y/N’s lips as she relaxed further into Dae-ho’s embrace. 

“But I will try my damn hardest to make sure we both get out of here alive,” Dae-ho added, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head. 

“I love you,” Y/N muttered, bringing Dae-ho’s hand to her lips and pressed a soft kiss to it. 

“I love you too,” Dae-ho muttered, leaning over to press a kiss to her cheek. “We’ll get out of here, Y/N. I will make sure of it.”

Despite the dire circumstances, Y/N believed him. 

[zepskies]

Aw welcome back, Wayne!! 😘 I'm so happy to hear that you've been thinking of this series. 🥰 And I'm so excited to see what you thought of Part 2...

I'm so in love with their little bonding sessions. Being stuck inside a cabin and playing games? I want that 😍

Aww it's the little moments with Dean that I would so love -- along with just being snowed in, in a cabin with him. 😏

And lol it's gotta be so awkward for true mates when they're still strangers. I absolutely adored her thought process throughout 😆

Lolll YEP exactly. 😆 Like, realistically how do you broach that conversation with someone? I'm glad you liked that attempt to inject some realism there. 🤣

Love how Dean doesn't realize he's oversharing and that his whole childhood might not have been normal 😂

ahaha Dean got so into his story he didn't realize he was giving himself away there! Bit of a rookie move, but she's his literal soulmate, so he's probably a little distracted. 🤪

And oh God, all those journal entries 😭😭😭 I know they're from the OG journal, but it just rips my heart right out again rereading it 😢 Those portray John's despair and heartbreak way better than the show did...

Girl I had never read the official journal, and it hit me in the feels in just the same way. 😭 I had that exact same thought -- that they served to humanize John and explain why he became the way he was with the boys way better than the show did.

Ooooh, let's think about it, shall we? 😏 Her dad might have totally been snatched by something supernatural. Considering their location and how it happened in her memories, it might have been a Wendigo?? 🤔

Ooh you're red-hot! ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Dude! Goosebumps! Wendigos scare the shit outta me 🙈 It's still why The Descent is the scariest movie for me. I die from a heart attack every time 😂 🫣

ooooh my God, I haven't seen The Descent, but if it's anything like the Wendigo episode, than I don't wanna know. 😭 Legit when I was first starting to watch SPN I had to take a break after that episode -- and it was only episode 2!! 😩

No! Alex!!!! YOU KNOW THIS IS WHY I HATE SNOOPING Girl, you're killing me here... 😆😆

LOLL I love that you referenced Smoke Eater -- it's those same vibes from Part 8, isn't it? I have a little less sympathy for the reader in this situation, but she is ultimately sorry for going through his private journal/invading his privacy to the nth degree. 😅

OMGG I LOVED that gif of the little polar bear. 🥹🥹 Took me right out with the cuteness lmao. I laughed so hard at all your commentary with the reader and her lack of bear knowledge. 😝

N'aw, I know it was necessary but poor bear – wrong place, wrong time for the fella 🥺💔

Aww I know, I felt bad for writing that part. Poor Ted. 😭😭

My heart is full 😭❤️❤️❤️ (Also, I doubt he can ever stand to let her go her own way after this lmao)

Ha! You're right about that one. I just love me some protective Alpha Dean. 😏

Huh. Never eaten bear before... Never even thought about it before lol Also seems like something the Shaws would've done 😂

Me either lmao, but I've read about people who actually hunt for a living who survive off bear, caribou, bison, etc. I imagine it's a hard way to live, but omg yeah I could see Ashton making his kids learn how to shoot, but them not wanting to shoot a bear or a deer. 😭

Omg I love that ending! Dean's finally coming around, and she's putting the puzzle pieces about her dad together. I wonder what Dean will do when he hears the full story? Would he go hunt the thing? Is it even still out there??? Questions upon questions... 🤔

Aw I'm glad! Yesss it's about time with him lol. Good thing all your questions there will be answered in Part 3...

So excited for the next part!! I'm loving this story and everything you've put in it, and the dynamic between them is amazing. So well done, friend 😍🩵🩵

Aw thank you so much, my friend!! I tried to balance the slower "getting to know you" parts with some of this actiony/dramatic stuff as they slowly grow closer. 🥰💜💜

Also, don't think I forgot about the last two chapters of Polaris. I'm so looking forward to diving into those chapters soon!! 😘

Against the Wind - Part 2

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x F. Omega!Reader 

Summary: You wake up in a strange alpha’s cabin in the middle of a snowstorm, all with a busted ankle. He holds shadows in his eyes, even though his hands are gentle. There are iron shutters around his heart, even though he saved you. You might just save him in return.

AN: Thank you guys so much for all the amazing feedback on Part 1! Now, most of your theories and questions will be answered...

Jacklesverse Bingo24 Prompt: True Mates @jacklesversebingo

Song Inspo: “Against the Wind” by Bob Seger

Word Count: 3.8K

Tags/Warnings: Angst, and peril, the other kind of "hunting."

Series Masterlist || Bingo Masterlist

Part 2: Seems Like Yesterday

“I’ll raise you 25,” you say, tossing five chocolate covered pretzels into the middle pile. It’s a risky bet, considering how much you lost in the last hand. Dean regards you with an amused, if critical eye while he holds his cards.

“Ooh, you’re bluffing,” he says. You pop your brows at him, a subtle smile tugging at your lips.

“You want to test that theory? Put your money where your mouth is,” you challenge.

He tilts his head at you with a raise of his own brows.

“Cheeky omega,” he mutters. His attention returns to his cards as he deliberates on his next move.

You attempt to be nonchalant as you glance down at your cards again. It’s a shitty hand, but he doesn’t need to know that. The alpha’s won the last two hands of Texas Hold ‘Em, but you did win the first one. Though you suspect he let you win.

You want to at least even the score before he resumes his work out in the shed. He spends most of his time there during the day, or making sure the firewood is stocked. It seems like he takes any excuse not to spend too much time in your presence.

More than anything, you want to ask him if he feels what you feel—the same tug in the pit of your stomach every time he’s nearby. You just haven’t found a way to broach that with him.

Hey, I know we just met like two minutes ago, but I think we’re supposed to be together. Do you feel it too?

You nearly roll your eyes at yourself. Yeah, that’ll go over well.

So you have to be content with mornings like this and in the evenings, where he lets you put on one of his records, and you two share dinner together, maybe another round of cards. Or you’ll read a book while lounging on the chaise, and he lays out on the couch, listening to his music with his eyes closed. You like watching him like that, with a relaxed, damn near peaceful set to his face.

Too often he holds that harder, stoic expression, or that divot between his brows that makes you want to soothe two of your fingers there; or better yet, lean in and press your lips—

“It’s your move,” Dean reminds you. He’s finally played his hand, but you were too distracted to hear what he said.

“What’d you do?” you ask, surveying the piles of cards.

“Call,” he repeats, popping a few pretzels into his mouth. He washes it down with beer and more barbeque chips. Those are worth $10 in this little fantasy betting. He points a finger towards you with the same hand that holds his beer, teasing, “You got all the lights on in there? Or am I boring you?”

You glance up at him, fighting a smile. “All right, keep your pants on. Let me see…”

As the dealer, he’s already turned over the River: the last card in the hand. It’s a 10 of Clubs, which means your One Pair is actually a Two Pair. It’s still not a great hand, but it’s decent enough to maybe let you get the best of your opponent.

After you go “all in,” Dean’s lips twitch at a smile, and he humors you, going all in as well. You’re on tenterhooks when he finally reveals his hand.

“Ooh, it ain’t a cheesy ‘90s sitcom, but it’s still…a Full House,” he brags as he lays out each card in a smooth line of overlapping cards, the mix of glossy red diamonds and black spades showing the truth. He won again.

You huff in defeat, your shoulders sinking in your seat at the kitchen table. You turn over your measly hand. Sweeping the winnings toward himself (a mound of chocolate covered pretzels, a stack of barbecue chips, and a handful of Oreos), Dean chuckles and tosses you a wink.

“Ah, don’t beat yourself up, sweetheart. I’ve been hustlin’ poker for a long time. Hell, I’ve been playing this game before I even knew my times tables,” he says as he collects the cards.

“That young?” you reply. “Who taught you?”

“My dad,” he says. “Oh, believe me, I used to get my ass kicked many a’ time, but by the time I turned sixteen, I was hustlin’ grown ass men in skeevy bars out of their daily paycheck.”

“You were hanging out in bars at sixteen?” you ask incredulously. There, Dean seems to realize he’s said too much. He becomes more guarded as he puts away the deck and cleans the crumbs off the table.

“My dad was always working. You could say I didn’t really have a curfew,” he says.

“A latchkey kid, huh?” you reply, hiding the way you’re trying so hard to glean any more hints of truth between his words.

“Heh, yeah.” He gets up from the table and tosses the breakfast dishes in the sink, then travels to the front door to don his jacket and boots.

“All right, I’ll be out back,” he says.

Out back, code for out in the shed. You nod, and in a flash, he’s shutting the door behind him.

You’ve learned another small tidbit about him, one that feels more important than it seems on the surface. And yet, it only elicits more questions you doubt he’ll be willing to answer so easily. He’s more than tight-lipped about his past, only giving vague outlines and general pictures.

Even his stories—like being raised up in a family of traveling mechanics, putting Nair in Sam’s shampoo when he was a kid, or the guy’s serious fear of clowns—feel like they’re missing some key details.

You decide to take up your crutches and head for your room. There you unearth the journal from its hiding place under your pillow. This time, you turn to the very beginning. Before all the jargon about mythology (and an odd footnote about a “Turducken Slammer”), there are actual journal entries. The first one dates back to November 6, 1983. The first line already captures your attention.

I buried my wife today. Even as I write that down, I don’t believe it. Last week we were a normal family…eating dinner, going to Dean’s T-ball game, buying toys for baby Sammy. But in an instant, it all changed… When I try to think back, get it all straight in my head…I feel like I’m going crazy. Like someone ripped both my arms off, plucked my eyes out. I’m wandering around, alone and lost and I can’t do anything.

This is Dean’s father, you realize. The more that you read, with no small amount of dismay, you also realize that this man is writing about his wife, Mary.

Dean’s mom…

He writes about their house burning with all their memories inside, along with Mary. Somehow, he saw her pinned bloody to the ceiling.

Along with these pages is a clipping from a news story:

House Fire Kills Mother of Two

Lawrence, Kansas.

You’re spellbound by it all. You keep reading.

November 13, 1983

…Most of our clothes and photos are ruined, even our safe—the safe with Mary’s old diaries, the boys’ savings bonds, what little jewelry we had…all gone. How could my house, my whole life, go up like that, so fast, so hot? How could my wife just burn up and disappear?

The police don’t believe his story, about how she died before the fire, about what he saw. So he tries to convince himself that what he saw wasn’t real. Still, he can’t find rest, and he worries about his sons’ safety.

December 4, 1983

I haven’t let them out of my sight since the fire. Dean still hardly talks. I try to make small talk, or ask him if he wants to throw the baseball around. Anything to make him feel like a normal kid again. He never budges from my side—or from his brother.

Every morning when I wake up, Dean is inside the crib, arms wrapped around baby Sam. Like he’s trying to protect him from whatever is out there in the night.

Sammy cries a lot, wanting his mom. I don’t know how to stop it, and part of me doesn’t want to. It breaks my heart to think that soon he won’t remember her at all.

You don’t realize you’re crying until a droplet lands on the page. You quickly wipe it away before it becomes a stain, and you dry it all the way with your breath before you move on to the next page, sniffling. Your heart hurts, even as your guilt grows. You know now that you’re really, truly invading Dean’s privacy by reading his father’s words. You just can’t stop yourself from turning the next page.

John becomes convinced that someone, or something, started the fire that destroyed his life and took his wife away from him and his sons. He leaves his job and the remnants of that world behind, to venture deeper into the darker one. But in that darkness, he finds truth.

He visits a psychic, Missouri, who leads him back to his house and senses the echoes of an evil presence—something that shakes her to the core, and John too: the creature that killed his wife.

December 20

…She told me that it was the most powerful, awful thing she’s ever come across.

On January 1, 1984, John makes a New Year’s resolution. He determines to find the answers himself.

A shiver runs down your spine. In John’s words, your heart breaks for Dean, but you also see yourself. You try not to think about why.

You keep flipping through the rest of the journal past January. There are translations of a Latin exorcism, and like you read before, strange drawing of evil looking creatures—as well as what they are, scraps of their history, and how to kill them.

Silver bullet to the heart, can’t withstand iron, salt and burn.

You pause on a certain page, more filled with lore than the rest, and a primitive drawing in the center.

WENDIGO

Cree: Evil that devours.

Wood spirit. Eats live flesh. Lives in forests.

Perfect hunter.

Your breath stills in your lungs as a cold sweat forms across your skin. The more you read, the faster your heart beats.

The crunch of dead leaves. Your father shouting at you to run, and keep running.

The coarse shout of a bear morphs into something other. It’s a sharper, whirring sound like wind howling amidst animalistic clicking, and then bones breaking—your father’s scream cut short. You turn around with your rifle in hand, poised to shoot blindly.

Your stomach churns as bile rises into your throat. You feel sick, and wrong, and you suddenly have the urge to throw the journal against the wall.

“Omega?” calls Dean’s sharp voice. “You okay?”

You jolt badly at the sudden noise. You didn’t hear him reenter the house. He likely caught the scent of your distress. He pushes the door of your room open to find you, but he stops short in the doorway. His surprise quickly morphs into a frown when he notices what you’re holding in your lap.

You gasp, freezing where you sit, but there’s no point in trying to cover up what you’ve done. With an angry purse of his lips, he reaches over and takes the journal from your hands.

“What the hell are you doing with this?” he demands.

“I’m…I’m sorry. I just—” You swallow past the lump in your throat. “I was just curious. I wanted to know more about you. I thought it was…a normal journal.”

“So this is how you go about it, huh? Got everything you wanted, Columbo?” he says, his sarcasm cutting into you. He flips through the journal to make sure all the pages are intact before he tucks the journal under his arm. “Seriously, going into somebody’s stuff? Who the hell raised you?”

At that, you begin to bristle.

“My dad,” you snap back. Though remembering the passages you’ve lived with for the past few hours, you soften with a painful twinge of sympathy in your heart. 

“And it looks like yours raised you to be some kind of…well, what are you, a ghostbuster or something?” you ask.

His jaw locks. “Or something.” 

With an exasperated sigh at his hedging, you swing your legs around the edge of the bed and haul yourself up with your crutches so you can at least match his stance (more or less).

“Dean, please, just talk to me,” you implore, gesturing at the journal tucked under his arm. “The things I read—”

“Are none of your goddamn business!” he growls, making the omega inside you cringe. The alpha’s voice is deep and sharp, and even though he isn’t crowding you, his height and broadness are still intimidating.

“The sooner you heal up, the sooner I can ship you back to where you belong,” he says. “Back to your life, so you can stop sticking your nose into mine.” 

Your mouth actually falls open in shock. His vehement words feel almost as powerful as a physical blow, if to your soul. They make your arms tremble while holding yourself upright on your crutches. Hot tears well up in your eyes, though you try to blink them away. After a moment, you’re able to collect yourself enough to speak.

“I’m sorry for going through your stuff,” you say, in a quiet voice.

You hobble awkwardly past him out of the room. You don’t stop until you reach the front door, where your snow boots are. You manage to get them on by yourself so you can go outside and get some fresh air, not to mention some much needed distance from the alpha’s burning presence. You can still feel him trailing behind you. You hear his heavy boots.

“Where the hell are you going?” he grits out.

You hobble faster.

Dean watches you go out the door without a word in irritation, even though it triggers an alarm deep in his gut every time you leave the safety of the cabin. 

The snow depth has lightened somewhat since the storm, but it’s still not easy to navigate on your crutches. You get some distance from the cabin, mindful not to go too far. You know you’re limited, and you didn’t even take a gun with you.

Finding a solid tree to lean on, you rest there and try in vain to stifle your tears. You know you were wrong for snooping, and he had a right to be mad, but did he really have to be such a freakin’ bear? 

Fucking alphas. I swear.

You thought you were starting to connect with him, but clearly, Dean wants nothing to do with you. He wants you out of his life. 

Does he not feel the same pull you feel to him? Does he really not realize…that he’s meant to be your mate?

You take in a shaky breath through your nose. If he does, apparently he doesn’t care.

Just then, you hear the crunch of snow nearby. Twigs snapping.

Your body stiffens with a terrible memory—of that day in the woods. Your breath comes out in short puffs on the cold air, your eyes wide as you listen closely.

Hearing nothing, you allow yourself to breathe a little easier. You venture a few paces forward and to the right, but you stop shy of how it slopes downward. Some unnamed feeling tells you to look over the edge.

You lean over and cast your gaze down the slope, but all you see is snow and trees down below. With a shaky breath, you lean back and look out to the north again. Plodding along the trail, heading towards you, is a bear.

Oh shit…

You remember Dean mentioning something about a bear passing by his cabin a couple of days before the storm. Looks like he’s back to make his rounds.

His fur is dark; from this distance, you can’t tell if it’s a black bear or a grizzly. It doesn’t make much difference when all you have on your person is a can of bear spray. His gait is massive, unhurried, but he lets out a braying sound when your gaze meets his, as if acknowledging you. He stops there for a moment, assessing. Your body locks up with fear.

The bear groans again, this time sharper. You finally snap out of your reverie and force your body to move slowly backward with your crutches spearing into the snow. The cabin isn’t that far, maybe thirty or forty yards at most. Still, the bear can probably beat you.

Instead of trying to run, you stand your ground and shout at the bear, hoping he’ll back off. Your voice dies in your throat when he rears up on his hind legs, with a loud roar. Trembling, you miss a step and get knocked back into the snow on your ass, your crunches falling out at your sides. You scramble inside your jacket for anything that might help you. 

Bear spray!

You hurry to get the cap off with shaking hands, but before you can even aim, the creature’s heave paws thudding into the ground in front of you—a gunshot rings out and hits the animal in the chest. 

The bear falters, then roars in pain and anger.

Two more shots finally bring it down to an even heavier thud, not far from your feet.

In this moment, these are the things you don’t know about Dean Winchester:

For one, the scent of an omega in distress always calls to an alpha’s protective instincts. But the scent of your abject fear feels like someone tried to rip his lungs out through his stomach.

Second, when he sees you there, your wide, shiny eyes filled with the remnants of panic, yet relief at the sight of him, it takes everything within him not to drop to his knees, grab you by the hair, sink his teeth into your neck and claim you, right there in the snow. Maybe then you’d start listening to him and stop taking your life into your hands.

Instead, his lips purse as he wracks his rifle and slings the strap of it over his shoulder. He stalks toward you and scoops you up, crutches and all. He brings you back to the cabin without a word.

His jaw is once again locked with silence and strain; he doesn’t trust himself to speak until he’s brought you inside and carried you over to the chaise. He sits beside you there and takes an inventory of you with his eyes.

“You okay?” he asks at last.

You manage to meet his gaze and give a little nod.

“Okay. Don’t move,” he says shortly. He gets up and goes to the kitchen, where he grabs a foldable set of knives and a cooler from under the sink.

You watch him in silence, and you realize he’s going back to gut the bear. You didn’t know that he actually hunted out here…well, hunted to eat. He continues to gather items in silence. It gets to a point where you can’t stand it, or his curtness, any longer.

“Thank you,” you say, halting his steps. Dean glances at you over his shoulder, then continues strapping up his supplies. He huffs in response.

“We’re gonna be eatin’ good for a while,” he says without looking at you. 

His attitude both hurts you and aggravates you, so much that you refuse to take it anymore. 

“Look, Dean. I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have butted into your life,” you say. Frustrated tears well up in your eyes. Expelling a sharp sigh, you amend yourself. “I’m sorry for invading your privacy. I’m sorry about what you went through, and I’m…I’m sorry about your mom. I’m sorry for today. I’ll just…stay out of your way, and I’ll leave as soon as I can.”

Dean finally turns your way, but your lips tremble as you turn your face away from him and shut your eyes tightly against the salty burn of tears. Deep inside, his heart withers in his chest. He sighs and drops his supplies on the couch. He walks over with those heavy boots, and he sits on the edge of the chaise beside you. He hesitates for a moment, but eventually, he rests a warm, calloused hand on your arm and earns your tearful gaze. 

“I’m sorry. I, uh…shouldn’t have yelled at you,” he says. 

You sniff, quickly wiping away your embarrassing tears as they come. Your cheeks are hot with it.

“What is it you wanna know? About me,” he asks, surprising you that much more.

 Your mouth parts, but nothing comes out. It takes you some time to think, but the first thing that comes to your mind is…

“Everything in that journal,” you say, licking your dry lips. “Is it real?”

Dean holds your gaze steadily. You know the truth without him having to say it, but he does.

“I was a hunter,” he says. “Those things you read about, I found ‘em. Killed ‘em. It was my job.”

“And now?” you ask, once that large bit of information has time to set into your brain.

His lips tug at a half smile. “Consider me…mostly retired.”

You exhale softly, and you nod. It earns a furrowed look from Dean.

“You don’t seem all that freaked out by this,” he says, with a more scrutinizing gaze on you.

“Should I be?” you say, with an unsteady laugh.

He raises his brows. “In my experience, yeah.”

You chew on the inside of your lip. You don’t know if you should even put into words what you’ve been holding onto for months. Like John, no one believed you. Even your own mother had started to look at you like you needed a shrink.

“Omega?” Dean presses. His green eyes are perceptive as they take in the conflicted look on your face. “There something you wanna tell me?”

You deliberate for a moment longer. Then, you release a sigh and glance down at your hands clenching in your lap.

“A few months ago, I lost my dad,” you begin.

Dean nods. “Yeah, you said—”

“I lost him in these woods,” you say.

That quiets the alpha.

You shake your head, and you find your words as the memories that have been haunting your nights return to you.

“Like I said, we used to go hiking here every year…”

AN: Just so you know, all of the journal entries appear in the official "John's Journal" SPN merch. 😉

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Unease prickles down your spine, though you don’t know why.

“Dad?” you whisper-yell, trying not to spook whatever animal might be out there.

A gunshot rings out, along with your dad’s voice in a shout. Your eyes widen in alarm, and you call his name louder, taking off in a run to find him.

You end up rising over a hill you hadn’t crossed before, but you see your dad below; you recognize his bright blue puffer jacket that Mom got him for his birthday. You call his name, and he looks up at you with fear in his eyes.

Not for himself, but for you.

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BTS Scenario: Seeing Them Out With Someone Else - Hyung Line

Pairing: BTS Hyung line x Reader (Individual storyline)

Word count: 1.4k+ total

Warnings: Angst, heartbreak

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A/N: Tried something different. I always wanted to write angsty scenarios. Guess it's a good time to give it a try since basically nothing else is working out. haha.

Kim Namjoon

You are an expert in random trivia. You take pride in adhering to a little more than average general knowledge. But the moment someone asks you “what’s the deepest spot on earth?” you would fumble all over the floor with your answer because you don’t know if it’s Mariana trench or if it’s Kim Namjoon’s dimples. 

Kim Namjoon is not a simple name - it’s the person who holds your years of interest, the catelogue of your first kiss, the awkward skinship that were forbidden for any high schooler back then. Kim Namjoon is your first love, your first heartbreak, your first and last “will always remember him with a smile on my face.” so when you spot the depth of the same dimple, through the mass of black, brown and other coloured heads - you reel for a minute. 

You reel and reel and reel back to the time when he threaded his fingers with yours right under a cherry tree that was yet to bloom into beauty and whispered that he liked you. Your stomach feels light, butterflies uncaging in a moment to fly around all over your insides. 

You take a step towards him, ready to rekindle whatever the spark is left off after ten years of radio silence. As you make your way through the annoyed crowd, whispering ‘sorry’s but meaning none, you pray. You pray for him to remember you the way you remember him. But as you trudge close, you see another human being, attached to his side, fingers interlaced just the way he had yours once upon a time. 

Fool. A fool is what you  are. A fool in memory of a love that was lost long ago. 

Obviously. Obviously Namjoon has someone. Not everyone is an emotional fool like you. Not everyone cherishes memories more than living beings. 

Not everyone searches the crowed for a familiar pair of dimples for ten fucking years. 

You try to move forward, move on in cue. But it’s too late because Namjoon is looking straight at you. 

“Y/N…” He calls your name with a lingering familiarity. 

“Hey” you smile, trying to recall the time when you weren’t in love with him. 

Kim Seokjin 

From the beginning you knew it was a bad idea - both sleeping with your senior manager and falling in love with him. 

But when it’s Kim Seokjin on the other side, do you really have a say?  

He walked into your stuffy, damp life like a breeze of spring air, swept you off your feet and you gave in. you took whatever he offered you. 

It was a mistake to accept the ‘no-strings-attached’ condition he attached to your relationship even while being fully aware of how you feel for him. And now you are paying the price. 

Your corset dress threatens to choke your chest to death when you witness him walking in with an otherworldly beautiful woman in tow. 

They look beautifully perfect together. Now you understand what Seokjin meant when he said he needs to stop seeing you, that he found someone perfect for him. 

While you still think the conception of perfection is overrated - you would agree to the fact that you wouldn’t look as graceful as the woman he is carrying tonight to the party. 

“Yuri, this is Y/N. My best subordinate. And Y/N, this is Yuri, my girlfriend.” Seokjin introduces his woman, not meeting your eyes at all. 

You put on your best smile, “Hey Yuri. Nice to meet you finally.” 

Your eyes meet with Seokjin’s over her shoulders and he has a thousand different emotions playing in his iris. 

Min Yoongi 

Min Yoongi has always been a fraction of your dream. A faraway star residing in a different galaxy - light years away. 

So it doesn’t bother you at all when he walks into the cafeteria and doesn’t spare a single glance at your way. 

Your teammate rises on her feet and greets him with a bow to gain his attention, so you are left with no choice but to follow her suit. 

When his eyes find yours, he stops in his tracks, “oh. You are Y/N, right?” he asks in his rough yet soothing voice. 

“Yes, sunbae” you duck your head in respect. 

“I heard the demo you prepared for Jimin’s album. Must say, you have potential. Keep working hard and one day we will produce music together.” he smiles at you, full and gummy. You melt. All of the unsolicited feelings that you nurtured in the cage of your heart spread long vines around your rib cage. 

You find your ears and cheek heating up with the impact. 

“Sure, sunbae. I will work ha-” 

“Oppa! You are here? I have been looking for you!” one of the raising solo idols, that you forgot the name of, runs towards Yoongi and holds his arm in her grip. 

He, as much as you know, despite being someone who hardly encourages physical touches pulls her even closer. 

Your heart breaks as fast as it expanded earlier. 

He smiles at her brighter than he just smiled at you and you know… you know dreams hardly ever come true. 

“Have a good lunch, sunbae.” you greet again, before sitting down and focusing on your lunch. 

“You okay?” your co-worker asks once the couple is out of earshot. 

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you shove the bitter feeling down. 

Jung Hoseok 

It’s not everyday when you get to see a celebrity on the sidewalk. That too, the one that was in a relationship with you just six months prior. 

It would have been okay seeing Hoseok after he blocked you with a single explanation if there was not another human being with him currently. Her face is covered with a mask, head is bragging a black simple cap with a LV logo and somehow you know she is the reason behind Hoseok’s treason. 

A pang of fresh, sharp pain courses through the entirety of your body. 

If he told you once, you would have let him go without a fight. He didn’t… didn’t have to close the door on your face like that. 

Now as you walk behind them, while he has no idea of your presence - you find irony in the universe. You are witnessing the very thing that he didn’t want you to know, that too, on a random sidewalk. 

Funny. 

Suddenly your eyes fall on a car parked on the otherside of the road. A camera is pointed directly at the couple through the narrow slit of the glass window trying to capture them discreetly while they roam freely. 

You suck in a deep breath. 

It’s none of your business. You tell yourself again and again. 

But something about waking up to Hoseok’s dating rumour playing on the national television bothers you to the core. 

You take your phone out. Place it on your ear pretending as if you are calling someone. Then you walk close to the couple. 

When you are right behind Hoseok and you are positive he can hear you, you speak, “Hey Hoseok, it’s Y/N.” 

Hoseok visibly stiffens. 

“Don’t worry. I am not stalking you or anything. It’s a pure coincidence.” you continue. 

Hoseok is about to turn and face you but you stop him, “Don’t. Don’t turn around. I have my phone attached to my ear pretending to be in a call. I just wanna tell you that there’s a car on the other side of the road and they are clicking your pictures. 7337, the license plate number. If you have your managers somewhere nearby, you should inform them.” 

You finish with a huff and then proceed to walk away without a look back. 

Next day your phone buzzes with a call from a restricted number. You know what it can be. When you receive it, you hear him address you by your name after six long months. Your lungs fill with so much pain that it’s even tough to breathe. 

“Y/N..” Hoseok calls. 

“Hmm” 

“Thanks for yesterday. Manager hyung caught the papps in time. My face would have been all over the place today if not for you.” 

“Yeah. glad that I was of help.” 

“Yes. and I… I am so sorry for what I did-”

“Hoseok, if you are done then I think we should keep it till here. I am short on time. Gotta go. Take care.” 

You cut the call without waiting for a response. Tears spill through the corners of your eyes and you let yourself cry. 

If this is the end, your tears should be the best mode of farewell. 

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[simpurnatural]

"Flustered" || Short-Fiction

XO, Kitty - Min Ho Moon x Fem!Reader

Note from Nat: "Back to back Min Ho fics??? Didn't expect to get so much positive feedback. Thanks for going easy on ya girl, I'm still a bit rusty! Enjoy and make sure to wipe that drool off your face babe!"

Warning(s): Spoilers for "XO, Kitty" seasons 1 & 2, A little bit of Smut, Language, Sorta Proofread

As the fall semester came to an end, with everyone not wanting to part ways even for a just a month, Min Ho decides to invite the entire friend group for a winter getaway.

“Where’s Y/n?” Asked Dae which made everyone’s heads turn before the sound of snow crunching was heard.

You approached the group that was currently enjoying the hot tub, arms crossed to keep your robe shut. Min Ho suggested that the hot tub would be best way to relax after a day of travelling

“Hi! Sorry I’m late to the party,” you smiled whilst kicking off your slippers, then sliding your robe off your shoulders.

“Hot damn girl,” Q said, overcame with astonishment. "Drop the workout routine asap please," he joked as everyone's eyes lingered on your figure.

“Oh stop it,” you laughed and rolled your eyes. “This old thing isn’t worth the hype,” you insisted, but everyone would’ve begged to differ.

The navy blue two piece you were sporting hugged all the right places. Your ass and tits looked like they needed saving. The sight was definitely giving body tea.

Everyone watched as you made your descent into the tub and sat in between Kitty and Min Ho. Kitty had given you a small wave whereas Min Ho could barely make eye contact. Various conversations continued but Min Ho remained in an unlike-him-silence.

He wondered how he had not noticed how hot you looked until now. Not saying that looks are everything, but Min Ho felt stuck on how he never gave you a second glance.

"-Right Min Ho?" Dae asks, turning to his best friend who was clearly zoning out.

"Sorry what?" Min Ho replied, snapping out of his trance.

"We're gonna be able to go skiing first thing tomorrow, right?" Dae reiterated, a slight tiredness in his voice due to Min Ho's lack of contribution to the conversation.

"Of course," Min Ho nodded before his gaze back on you, who was too busy chatting with Yuri and Kitty to realizing anything else.

"Woah okay, this is new," Q teased, as his eyes followed Min Ho's. "The bikini has got your eyes lurkin'" he says, making Jin snicker at the observation.

"What are you guys talking about?" you ask with an unaware smile on your lips, Min Ho's eyes instantly looking down.

"Min Ho here seems to have-" Q began.

"Shut it," Min Ho tsked before moving to leave the hot tub.

"Hey, we were just joking," Jin called out as Min Ho shuffled back into the house.

"What was that about?" Yuri questioned, all conversations now put on pause.

"Is Min Ho okay?" Kitty asked, looking to the other boys occupying the hot tub.

"He's just a little flustered," Dae replied, the feeling of worry instantly overcame you.

"Did I do something?" you say wide-eyed but to no response. "I'll go check on him," you say before making your way out of the tub and walking towards the house. "Min Ho?" your voice echoed throughout the home.

You noticed a light coming from inside the kitchen and chose to investigate. There stood Min Ho, chugging a bottle of water with his slim yet toned physique being illuminated by the refrigerator light. He began to cough up said water after realizing your presence.

"Bloody hell, you scared me," he coughed, covering his face with the inside of his elbow. "What is it Y/n?" he asks while shutting the fridge door.

"What's with you?" you quizzed, "Ever since I joined you guys outside, you've been quiet and when I tried to converse with you-you run back inside!" you add with a hint of frustration in your voice.

"It's not my fault-"

"-So it's mine? What did I do wrong?" you cut off, urgently wanting an answer as to why your friend was avoiding you.

"Y/n, it's because y-you literally look like t-that!" Min Ho exclaimed as if it were common knowledge. "How else is a guy supposed to act when you decide walk around wearing something like that?" he questioned.

"Is what I have on not okay? Was there something in my hair?" you blabbered in response, instantly being overcame with the self-conscious feeling.

"It's fact that when I saw you earlier, I wish you didn't have anything on" Min Ho muttered in an almost whisper like volume.

The realization finally hit you, Min Ho had been eyeing you since you stepped into the hot tub. You face flushed a bright red, clearly flattered by the words that just came out of his mouth.

"So what you're saying is-"

"What I'm saying is that you look almost too good," Min Ho said, his voice deep and eyes darkened like a lion about to pounce on his next prey.

The small distance between the two of you shut in almost an instant, his hand cupped the side of your face gently. You could've sworn that the beat of your heart could be heard from miles away.

Your lack of response gave Min Ho time to lift you up and place you on the kitchen counter. Accidentally, you let out a small whimper at the feeling of the cold tile touching your skin. Min Ho felt as if he could've finished off that noise alone.

Standing between your legs, Min Ho's hands traveled all the way back down to your ass. You watched his eyes really take in your body, as if he could drink you up like a glass of water.

"Tell me to stop, and I will" Min Ho whispered as he gave your plump skin a squeeze.

Leaning in with your lips close to his ear, finally you replied, "I don't think I want you to stop".

Min Ho took this as his green light and you felt as his hands unclasped your bikini top. Grabbing the piece of clothing, he tossed away fand his eyes settled on your breast.

Biting his lip, Min Ho took one of each into his hands. "Beautiful. You are so beautiful Y/n," he said with is his accent thick, almost like he was about to melt at the sight of you.

You gasped at the feeling of his breath on your tits, causing a domino effect of butterflies and goosebumps to cover you. Min Ho chuckled at this, rubbing your nipples with his thumb in a circular motion.

Eyes closed; you threw your head back at the sensation before feeling something foreign come in contact with your breast. Min Ho's tongue began exploring your chest. It was as if he was trying to paint a picture.

His grasp on your tits became slightly more secure as he was egged on by your moans. He was marking his territory all over you with bright red hickeys.

Your half assed attempt to stifle your moans was with the palm of your hand. Min Ho however loved how loud you were getting for him and yanked your hand away from your face.

"I want to hear you," he insisted, pulling his lips away from your chest for a mere moment. "I want to hear you all night," he smirked, leaning in for a kiss.

"Uh guys?" a voiced that belonged to Yuri called out. "Is everything alright?" she asked, her voice trailing off into the hallway probably in search of you both.

Min Ho looked down with a smile on his face before getting your swim top from the ground. You quickly put it back on then pulled your hair to the front to cover the marks Min Ho left behind.

"W-we're here Yuri!" you replied hopping off the counter and walking out of the kitchen with Min Ho right behind you.

As Yuri came walking back towards you guys, her head tilted to the side in confusion, "What were you guys doing over there in the dark?"

"Just got some water," Min Ho replied, which seemingly convinced Yuri enough for her to walk back outside. "I'm not done with you yet," he whispered in your ear, giving your ass a slap.

JAN 2025

[samzzarella]

Omg I need part 2 of closer the semi fic 😭😭 I LOVE IT

you ask and i deliver hehe

Closer pt.2 😩

~ pairing: se-mi / player 380

~ first morning together, smut

minors dni

Light streamed in from your curtains, a soft illumination in your room as you woke. You felt movement beside you, looking to see Se-mi’s eyes on you. Her fingers stroked your cheek, and you leaned into her touch. “Good morning”, your voice was impossibly soft as you took her hand in yours, placing a feather-light kiss on her knuckles. She chuckled as she replied, pressing a peck to your lips before burrowing her face into your neck. You lay like that for a long while before you decided it was time to get out of bed, stretching as you sat up. “Don’t go”, Se-mi had her arms wrapped around your torso, refusing to let go. You laughed, “Don’t worry, I’ll make us some coffee and be right back”. She begrudgingly allowed you to get up, and you made your way to the kitchen.

°°••....••°°

You were pouring coffee into your cups when you heard Se-mi padding out of the bedroom. She wrapped her arms around you from behind, placing her chin on your shoulder. “Are you coming back to bed, baby?”, the combination of her morning voice and the nickname made your knees weak. You handed her a cup with a peck on the cheek as she took your hand, leading you back to the room. You thanked the gods for it being the weekend as you tucked yourself into your warm blanket, coffee in hand.

You turned to face Se-mi, about to say something when you saw the look in her eyes. She was facing you, expression unreadable. Her thumb traced the line of your jaw as she slid a hand behind your neck, pulling you closer with a firm tug. She sealed her lips to yours in a searing kiss. Your fingers slid into her hair, pulling at her roots, making her groan. She gripped your hips tight, moving you closer. You unconsciously bucked into her as her hands slipped under your shirt, her fingertips hot against your skin.

“Is this ok?”, she breathed the question into your mouth. “Yeah”, you answered breathlessly. In one swift motion, your shirt was off and she had moved onto the drawstring of your shorts. Your bra and panties also joined the rest of your clothes on the floor. You blushed at the vulnerable position you were in, but before you had the chance to get self conscious, you saw the hungry look in Se-mi’s eyes. Her lips immediately latched into your neck. “You’re divine”, each word was interrupted by a kiss, “The most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen”. Her lips traced a path down to your nipples. She took one in her mouth as you moaned. “Please Se-mi”, you were desperate for her to give attention to your aching core. She didn't break eye contact as she licked and sucked her way down. She punched your legs apart as her tongue reached your clit. You couldn't help the whimpers escaping you. “Keep making those noises hmm”, she hummed, “and don’t look away”. You tried to keep your eyes open as her tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, two fingers entering you, slow at first before increasing their intensity. Se-mi bucked her hips into the mattress at your loud whine.

You felt the coil in your stomach tightening as her fingers pumped in and out of you. She brought her mouth to yours and you could taste yourself in the kiss. “Yeah, just like that baby. You close?”, she cooed, her voice smug. You nodded as an intense wave of pleasure washed over you. You were almost seeing stars as you let out a loud moan, Se-mi slowing down her pace to let you ride out your orgasm. You felt the loss of her fingers as she pulled out of you, bringing them up to her mouth, groaning as she tasted you.

She gave your lips a soft peck as she got up, getting a cloth and cleaning you up. She brushed back the hair that was sticking to your forehead. “Such a good girl for me”, she said as she collapsed into bed with you, pulling you into her arms as you hummed a reply. “Let’s just stay in bed today, ok?”, she asked.

“Yeah, I think that’s a great idea”

author’s note: I’m sorry if it was rushed, and I know it’s a little too short, but anyways it’s my first time writing smut, so pls tell me how I did. And of course send me any requests you might have. I want to start writing more for other characters too.

[starlighttsv]

Best of both worlds - Paige’s daughter

💌 Syn: Paige is on “the best of both worlds” podcast during her world tour

»»— warnings: none :)

»»— notes: 🗑️😃 but only 1 more fic before i’m done trying to edit these cringy stories 🤗

»»— word count: 1k

»»— pair: paige x daughter!oc || lilah bueckers

Todays the day of filming Flaujae's podcast "the best of both worlds" hosted in Atlanta currently because of overtime Queen of the Court. Lilah is also with Paige but the time of filming the podcast, is a few minutes after her nap time starts and she can never skip naps or she'll be a very grumpy sassy 1 year old. So she's gonna sleep in the room next door and Paige & Flaujae are gonna leave the filming room door cracked so Paige can hear if she wakes up or anything.

"Alright guys now moving on, today's special guest is.....Paige Bueckers!" Flaujae introduces "hey everyone! Thank you for having me." Paige replies

"So I have some questions for you" flaujae starts, making Paige nod and say go ahead.

"What is your favorite basketball highlight of yours?"

"Ooo wait...oh I'm gonna go with when I was shooting the ball and it bounced off the rim, and then straight down in the bucket. I love that highlight"

"I saw that one! That was so dope!"

"Alright, what's your favorite basketball picture of you?"

"The one where I'm looking at the fans screaming after a basket, and there all screaming back at me. I need to get that framed!"

"Y'all heard her, get that picture framed for her" Flau says making her and Paige laugh a little and joke around for a few. "Alright who has more rizz?" Flaujae jokes "oh cmon, I'm the greatest rizzler of all time" Paige laughs making Flau also start to laugh "Alright I'll give you that. People say I'm a flirty person until I'm talking to someone I like" "your just shy or?" Paige cuts in "no it's more of just like I don't want to push it to much." Flaujae adds "oh I get that, I get that"

"You need to give me some tips." Flaujae jokingly says "alright-" Paige starts "off camera, off camera" Flaujae cuts in making Paige agree "Alright alright, a little more serious questions" Flaujae starts "you have a daughter" she adds making Paige nod "what's your favorite thing about her?"

"Ooo uhh, I honestly don't know. Uhh her love for adventure maybe? She loves going to new places, seeing new people, seeing animals she's never seen before. She loves even going on like "road-trips" to the store or gas station." Paige answered "Shes been with you for your whole "world tour" so far, right?" Flau questions "yeah.“

"What was your favorite thing to do with her on your world tour? And what was her favorite thing to do, if you know?"

"My favorite was umm oh our LA trip, we did a lot there. We went to Disneyland, Universal, a few museums, few beach trips, an aquarium vist, plus some more. Lilah's favorite was probably-" Paige stops talking as she hears Lilah walking through the hallway and calling out for her

"Mama" Lilah says, obviously looking for Paige. P takes a quick glance at Flaujae asking if she can bring Lilah in here, making Flaujae do a quick nod giving Paige her approval. "In here baby" P calls out, hearing Lilah start walking towards the filming room.

When she enters and sees Paige, she starts waddling towards P a little faster "good morning babe, how was your nap?" Paige asks, going on deaf ears as Lilah just walks closer to Paige and puts her hands on P’s thighs, a sign that she wants picked up. So Paige leans down and picks her up putting her on her thigh and Lilah immediately cuddles closer to Paige.

"I 100% have baby fever now. She's so cute omg" Flaujae says making Paige let out a chuckle "thank you" Paige says "well she's in here now so maybe she can answer your question. Lil what was your favorite thing we did so far this summer?"

She just cuddles into Paige more "cmon Lilah, I know you have favorites" P tries to convince her "ball and Disney" Lilah mumbles "she said ball and Disney, which translates to all star and Disneyland"P chuckles while rubbing Lilahs back, either to help her go back to sleep or to wake her up. Paige doesn’t really know the answer yet and she doesn’t think Lilah knows yet either

"I was gonna ask her favorite part of all star but looking at her, I don't think she wants to answer" Flaujae softly says, seeing that Lilah is trying not to fall asleep in Paige's arms right now  "she never really wants to talk after waking up, she just wants cuddles and silence to decide if she's awake for the day or not - but she said she loved meeting all the new people and seeing people she already knew again - especially loved seeing Diana, Sue, Breanna, Megan, Angel and Caitlyn, when I asked her." Flaujae nods and says  "so we can count on her to go to UConn" "I mean maybe? But I'm not gonna force her to follow my footsteps." Paige shrugs making Flau nod again "alright I'll move the subject away from your daughter, I got carried away. That's my bad"

Paige laughs a little, "Your good. I love talking about her any chance I get." Flaujae smiles at that and says "you seem like an amazing mom"

"Thank you. I try my best for her." Flaujae nods and then looks at her cards and says "alright we're gonna play a game. I'm gonna name a few of your teammates past and present, and I want you to give me one word that describes them." Paige nods still rubbing Lilahs back, and Lilahs just playing with Paige's chain now, deciding she wasn’t tired anymore.

"Kk Arnold" "goofy"

"Azzi Fudd" "consistent"

"Nika Mühl" "I have so many words to describe her....menace"

"Aaliyah Edwards" "dog"

"And last but not least, Ice Brady" "she icy"

Lilah stayed on Paige’s lap for the rest of filming, still just playing with P’s chain - and once filming was wrapped Paige took lilah to get some food before going back to the practice facility and go over plays with “team paige”

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[cuntyji]

cw: nsfw, riding, fem-bodied reader, sub gojo yappa yappa yk the drill

gojo satoru wasn’t one to shy away from indulgence. being the strongest came with perks—wealth, freedom, and unshakable confidence. but none of that compared to the thrill of being reduced to nothing more than a plaything under your control. he wasn’t ashamed to admit it; he craved the moments when you stripped him of his identity, leaving only the desperate man beneath.

his long, pale limbs sprawled across the mattress, his chest heaving as he watched you with those piercing cerulean eyes, now glassy with submission. his white hair clung to his forehead, damp with sweat, his lips parted in a helpless gasp as you rode him at an agonizingly slow pace.

“ngh… fuck, baby, faster—just a little—” his voice cracked, the usually smooth baritone reduced to desperate, whiny pleas. he tried to move his hips, to meet your rhythm, but your palm flattened against his lower stomach, pinning him down with infuriating ease. “no. you’re not in charge,” you said, your voice calm and cool, in direct contrast to his chaotic, needy energy.

the words struck a nerve. his head tipped back, and a groan ripped from his throat, raw and guttural. “god, yes. yes, i’m yours, just—just don’t stop. use me—use me all you want.”

you smirked, rolling your hips just enough to draw another broken whimper from him. your pace was torturously slow, every motion deliberate, dragging him to the edge of his sanity. the friction burned in the best way possible, and his fingers clawed at the sheets, his knuckles turning white.

“is this really all the strongest can take?” you taunted, leaning forward to graze your teeth over his collarbone. your breath was hot against his skin, and the light scrape of your nails across his chest left goosebumps in their wake. “pathetic.”

“i’ll—I’ll take whatever you give me,” he rasped, his voice choked and desperate. his eyes fluttered shut, a shiver running down his spine as you clenched around him. his hands hovered above your thighs, trembling with the effort to keep himself from touching you. “please… i need you. need you to ruin me.”

every word from his mouth was another crack in his carefully crafted facade. the cocky, arrogant man who once held the world on a string was now nothing more than a quivering, pleading mess beneath you.

you leaned back, your hands bracing against his chest as you set a brutal, punishing rhythm. his entire body arched up, and a strangled moan escaped his lips. “fuck! oh, god—please, please don’t stop. don’t—ah—don’t stop.”

“so needy, s'toru,” you murmured, watching him unravel with each thrust. his face contorted in pure bliss, his brows knitting together as his lips parted around a silent gasp. “i’ll do anythin',” he choked out, his hands finally gripping your thighs as if he’d die without the contact. “just—just keep using me. don’t—don’t use anyone else. promise me.”

the desperation in his voice sent a thrill down your spine, but you didn’t answer. instead, you continued your relentless pace, letting his whimpers and moans fill the room. every thrust dragged him closer to the edge, his body trembling beneath you as he surrendered completely.

and gojo satoru, the strongest, wouldn’t have it any other way.

[kteezy997]

Beyond Business-part seven//t.c.

Warnings:yearning, sexual tension, flirting undertones, kissing, cursing

The following week leading up to the Golden Globes, Timmy took every opportunity to get close to you.

You got a paper cut, resulting in the tiniest little cut on your hand, but he insisted on being your little nurse. “Come here let me see.” he said, taking your hand to the sink to run it under some cold water. He held your hand, pretending to examine the cut. You tried to hold in a giggle while this was happening. It was hard.

He even put a bandaid on your hand. “Timmy there’s not even any blood and the bandage will be in the way when I do things.” you laughed.

“I don’t care. I have to take care of you.” he asserted. Once he got the bandaid adhered to his liking, he pressed a kiss to the barely-there wound. “All better.” he grinned.

It seemed every other time he had to stand next to you, his hand nonchalantly found its way to rest on your lower back.

There was one time when he brushed your hair off of your shoulder, and let the pads of his fingers trickle along the side of your neck, slowly, giving you shivers.

“Timothée.” you warned in that moment, but you were weak in the attempt.

“I know.” he answered. There was melancholy in his voice. But he perked back up after a moment, saying, “Hey, I got you something to wear to the Globes.” He moved quickly to his coat closet nearby.

“Oh? That’s not necessary Timmy, I’m sure I have something.” you insisted, following him.

“Shhh.” he hushed you, grabbing a garment bag off the rod in the closet. He handed it over to you, that damn grin all over his face.

“Timmy, I-I’m just an assistant.” you reluctantly took the dress from him, “I don’t need anything special.”

“You are much more than just an assistant to me. Anyway, it’s nothing crazy, but I thought the color would nice on you. Try it on and show me.”

You winced, “Ugh, this is silly. I don’t need this kind of attention.”

“Go, bathroom, now.” he demanded.

You mumbled a protest on your way to the bathroom to change.

………

You were surprised that he knew your size. The dress fit really well. It was almost as if you picked it out yourself.

Timmy was right: the color did suit you, and the length wasn’t too short or anything.

“I told you to come back out so I can see it.” he called from the other room.

You sighed. This was not something you did;parade in front of a man. But it was Timmy, so maybe it would be okay. And anyway, he wasn’t going to take ‘no’ for an answer right now.

You exited the bathroom, feeling a little shy, being so dressed up in front him.

“Whoa.” he said, his eyes widened.

“Does it look bad? I think it’s kinda nice. I like the color and the flowers, and the sleeves.” you rambled a bit, thinking he hated the way you looked.

He cleared his throat, nodding, “Yeah, it looks perfect. You’re so beautiful.” He came over to you, looking at you up and down.

You blushed.

“Here,” he began, reaching behind your head, unclamping the claw clip that held all of your hair up, “you should wear your hair down. That will look best.”

You shook your head a bit, letting your hair loose on your shoulders. “Okay, whatever you say, boss.”

“Hm.” he grinned, “I really wanna kiss you right now.”

“Is it the dress? Maybe I should change back into my other clothes.” you joked.

Timmy shook his head, “No, no, it’s just you.” He put his hands on your hips, sliding them across your back.

Your bodies touched, your hands went to his chest.

“Can I kiss you?”

“You didn’t ask permission before.” you pointed out, referring to the night he came over to your place.

With that, his lips met yours in a brief, longing kiss. He pulled away after a moment, saying, “We should stop now, because I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself if I kiss you again.”

………

The morning of the Globes came and he texted you first thing: ‘can u spend the day with me?’

‘I can if you need me to.’ you replied.

‘please🥺’

You showered, got ready and brought your dress inside of its garment bag, and your hair and makeup stuff along to Timmy’s house.

You let yourself in with all of your things.

“Hey, you’re here.” you heard him say, and his footsteps drew near.

“Yeah. Are you by yourself? I figured Aidan and your friends would be here.”

“Nope, just me and you for a while.” he said, taking your makeup bag from you.

“Oh, why is that?” you asked, following him further inside.

He helped you set your things down on the table, turning to you, he said, “Stop it, you know why.”

“Your girlfriend could have kept you company.”

“You are more my girlfriend than she is.” he took your hand, looking down at it, slowly running his thumb over your fingers.

“Don’t get used to saying things like that out loud.”

“Fuck,” he breathed out, grabbing you, “I just want you.” he placed you against the wall.

You moaned softly as you felt his body on yours and his lips met your neck.

His hands swept up your thighs, up your hips to rest there. He slid his palms toward your lower back, then lower.

You gasped as you felt him give your ass a squeeze.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

“Shit, the guys are early.” Timmy cursed.

January 19, 2025

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