#losing my mind at this little lavender haired baby

[scoups4lyfe]

wow Japan is looking Buff ASF no cap

floating in the sky and everything---

:D I like her already

SKYLAND???

Okay. So this WASN'T some bougie Japan LOL

WHO IS THAT

SHE'S SO FKING

CUUUUUUUUUUTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

[aothotties]

Sneaky link w/ Best Friend!Eren

Warnings: MDNI, reader is a tease, swearing, unprotected sex, bathtub sex, multiple orgasms, light choking, squirting, cream pie, Eren and the reader say I love you.

Word count: 1874

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“Alright lil mama, what do you want to do next?” Eren asks you before stuffing his face with cotton candy.

You look around at all the attractions and rides at the theme park, you two have been here since noon and basically did every damn thing.

“You can try and beat me at basketball again.” He suggests with a smirk on his face.

You roll your eyes and brush him off with a wave, you know better than to embarrass yourself like that. You smile as you stop in front of one of the games.

“Win me a stuffed animal, and I mean one of the big ones. Go on” You step to the side and take the cotton candy from him.

“You know good and well I’m not good at darts.” He says with an attitude, he pushes his sleeves up and ties his hair back.

“Oh you’re so damn dramatic Eren, I would’ve been halfway through by now.” You playfully brag and he shakes his head.

“And that’s your problem, you’re always in a hurry.” He taps your nose and steps up to the table

.You watch as he focuses on the balloons in front of him before he releases one in the direction of the board.

POP!

You watch in shock as the dart pierces the balloon with ease, a smirk appears on his face and he throws the second dart.

“That’s two for two princess, better pick out which stuffed animal you want.” You playfully roll your eyes, and look at all of the options while he finishes the game up.

“Congratulations! You’re the first person all day to get all 5 in one go. You can pick from wherever you like.” The man behind the stand says.

“Well baby doll, what do you want?” He wraps an arm around your shoulder,  you point to a small dog and he looks down at you confused.

“What?” You ask, moving from under his arm to stare up at him.

“I managed to knock all five balloons out at once and you want that little ass dog? Sir, we’ll take the big teddy bear at the top. Thank you.” He looks down at you and shakes his head.

“I thought you said I got to pick?” You try to hide your smile by looking down at your phone.

“I thought I could trust you to pick.” He mumbles, he grabs the bear from the man and gives him a smile. 

He takes your hand in his and begins walking towards the parking lot. You rest your head on his arm and he smiles at how cute you are.

“Do you have any plans after I drop you off?” He knows your routine like the back of his hand, but he loves to hear you repeat it.

Get inside, run a bubble bath, pour a glass of wine or smoke (sometimes both), lotion and moisturize then watch Criminal Minds before falling asleep. 

“I feel like you know what I’m going to say.” You look up at him and he nods in agreement. 

You two arrive to his car and he opens your door for you, you chuckle and get comfortable in the passenger seat.

“You’re being overly friendly right now.” You run your fingers through his long brown hair and he leans into your hand.

“Friendly isn’t what I’d call it, but to each their own.” He teases and you roll your eyes at his statement.

“If you want to have the feelings talk, I am all ears.” You challenge him and he seems to lose his voice all of a sudden.

“Exactly, now hurry up and take me home. Those lavender bubbles are calling my name and I don’t want to keep them waiting.” You kiss his lips and he closes your door carefully.

He sighs to himself as he walks around to his side of the door. He knows you’re right, you both know the feelings are there. He’s just second guessing himself.

He pulls himself out of his deep thought and gets into the driver's side, he stuffs the teddy bear into the back seat and you laugh into your hand.

“Poor thing, he’ll be alright. Let’s get you to that bubble bath.” He puts his seatbelt on and begins the drive to your house. 

It took about 45 minutes for you to get home from the fair, you and Eren both had to pee a total of 3 times on the way.

“Alright, no more damn lemonade for a month.” You say as you walk inside the house with him.

“Yeah, luckily for us fairs are only every few months.” He sits on one of the kitchen stools and watches you shuffle around the living room.

“So you can help yourself to the kitchen and make yourself comfortable.” He stands up and walks over to you.

“You act like I’m not here three times a week.” You laugh and nod your head in return.

“I guess you are here all the time. I didn’t even notice.” You step closer to him and play with the end of his shirt.

He watches you closely and waits to see what you do next. You pull him down so your lips are by his ear and he resists the urge to gasp.

“I’m going to go upstairs and take a bath, if you come up there then I’ll take that as a yes. If not, then I know where we stand.” You take a step back before turning around in the direction of your bathroom. 

You make sure to grab a bottle of wine on your way upstairs and Eren feels his throat dry up and his pants get tighter.

“Oh my god” He puts a hand on his rapidly beating heart and lets out a nervous breath. 

Eren isn’t sure how or when, but he does make it upstairs at some point. He bites his lip at the sight of you in front of him.

You’re resting in your tub with your head resting against the back of it. Your breasts are partially covered, that is until you sit up to greet the man in front of you.

“You made it.’ You say sweetly, leaning over the side of the bathtub. Your ass peeks over the water and he immediately begins to undress.

He takes his clothes off in record time and gets into the tub directly behind you. 

“I was a little nervous you weren’t going to come up here” you tell him, you plant kisses on his neck and he leans back. 

“I’ll do anything for you baby. Anything you want.” He groans as you wrap a wet hand around his cock and stroke him slowly. 

“You’ll do anything I want baby?” You watch him fall apart in your hands and sit on his thighs. 

You smirk as his chest rises and falls with each movement of your hand. He nods his head quickly and you hold his chin with your free hand, forcing him to look at you. 

“Tell me you love me Eren” You tell him, replacing your hand with your warm cunt, not even giving him a moment to breathe. 

Eren’s eyes roll to the back of his head at the feeling of your tight pussy squeezing around him. 

“F-fuck, I love you! I love you so fucking much.” He confesses, he pulls you in by the back of your neck and presses his lips against yours. 

You melt into his arms and wrap your own arms around his neck. He rubs his hands up and down your waist and you sigh against his lips. 

His hands rub their way up your back, and make their final destination on your chest. He gently tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth and rubs over your nipples with his thumbs. 

You let out a shaky breath as he wraps his lips around your sensitive nub. As he begins to rub your other breast, he starts thrusting up into you. 

“Eren!” You cry out, immediately grabbing his shoulders as his movements pick up. 

He grins at how quickly things change. Less than five minutes ago he was falling apart in your hands and now you’re crumbling on top of him. 

“Look at my pretty girl.” He says as he pulls away from your chest. 

You moan and bounce faster as you feel that familiar warmth build up in your stomach. 

“Are you getting close baby? Fuck, I love when your pussy gets tight like this!” He holds your hips in his hands tightly and fucks into you rapidly. 

You rest your face in the crook of his neck and let out a cry of pleasure. He pulls you against his chest and plows into you. 

“Oh god, R-Ren I’m coming!” You exclaim while coming all over his cock. 

“Good girl, I’m not finished with you yet though.” He coos, wrapping a hand around your throat as you whine in overstimulation. 

“God damn I should’ve confessed sooner.” He grunts as another orgasm washes over you. 

“Eren!” You cry out, your limp body falling into his arms. 

“Yeah baby that’s it. Feels good, huh?” He teases, the hand that was on your throat sneakily trails down your abdomen and to your soaking clit. 

You bite his shoulder as he rubs slow circles on the nub to bring you to another orgasm. 

“Y-yes, feels so fucking good.” Your eyes roll to the back of your head and drool starts to fall from your lips. 

“That’s it, just like that mama, keep squeezing me just like that.” He bites his lip hard at the sight of your beautiful body on top of his. 

He swears your body is a fucking masterpiece, he’d scream it from the rooftops if he could. Eren adores every part of you, from the hair on your head, down to your pretty feet. You’re perfect in his eyes and that would never change. 

“Shit! I love you Eren, fuck I love you so so much.” You shriek as your final orgasm crashes throughout your entire body. 

Your eyes squeeze and your vision turns white as you gush all over his thighs, your tight cunt convulses around his cock and his hips lose their rhythm.

“R-ren.” You whimper as his thrust turn  into plowing. 

“ ‘m so close princess, fuck I’m gonna fill you up so good.” He pulls you in for a kiss and smashes his lips against yours. 

He grabs your ass and holds on for dear life as he pushes his cum deep inside of you. Rope after rope of hot cum fills you up to the brim as he slows the speed of his hips. 

He pulls back from your lips and leans his head back against the tub to finally catch his breath. 

“Holy shit.” He pants, rubbing a hand up and down your back. 

“You okay baby?” He looks down at you and stifles his laugh at the sight of you drifting in and out of sleep. 

You simply nod your head and wrap your arms around him tighter, letting your actions do the talking. 

“Love you so much Eren.” You whisper in his neck and he pulls you in closer. 

“I love you more”

Ari

[superblysubpar]

Her Body Is Bible:

steve harrington x fem reader

Summary: Steve and you can't keep your hands to yourself despite being in a church. (aka filthy smut that sends me straight to hell) | find more Her Body Is Bible AU stories here | masterlist | steve's music | NSFW 18+

WC Range: 3-5k

Warnings: religious themes (mentions of celebrating Easter/Christian church things like the lord's prayer, I'm not responsible for lightning strikes to anyone who reads this), breeding kink (both of ya'll), public (church basement bathroom/with family afterwards), piv intercourse - creampie, dirty talk, a little ass slapping

Steve was losing his damn mind.

A ribbon in your hair, his initial hanging from a simple chain settled in the dip of your collarbones. Lavender fabric that matched the concealed bruises he sucked into your skin only a few hours earlier falling over your curves softly. Lace edges across your shoulders and laying against your thighs. Your laughter the sweetest melody as you spin his cousin's baby in your arms and nod at something she’s telling you. Your insistence to help his grandmother with the dishes, placing a glass of wine in her hand and shooing her out of the room. 

He couldn't take it any more. It was all too sweet, too easy for you, too domestic. And as he leaned against the wall and the room grew quieter, you brought him a refilled glass of whiskey, straightening his tie and tugging it a little so he fell closer to you. 

Catching his chin with your thumb and whispering, "Careful, Mr. Harrington, I think you're drooling a bit."

Steve's hands dared to play with the edge of your dress, fingers gliding over the straps as he swallowed harshly. Eyes trailing from the little gold 'S' to the lace curving over your breasts just below it. 

"You like my dress, Steve?" Smiling sweetly up at him, a mischievous and rebellious glint to your eyes under fluttering lashes.

Steve only hummed, fingers hooking under your chin so he could pull you in for a soft kiss. Your hands fell to his chest as you each sighed into parted lips, body relaxing against his. The heel of your wedge sandal lifting just slightly as his tongue swipes over your top lip.

Lemon and powdered sugar on yours, the spice of whiskey on his, just a brush of a taste between your lips before someone was calling for him and you were left standing there with blinking eyes and flushed cheeks. 

Steve's wink over his shoulder before exiting the room causing you to press your palms to your heated face and pull your lip between your teeth. 

You were losing your damn mind.

You know that Steve knows what he’s doing. Soft and sweet kissing all morning to get you riled up until you were late because you were cumming on his fingers while he sucked a bruise into your neck. His blazer and his tie and the whiskey and god dammit now he had a three year old on his shoulders walking up the steps of the church. 

He watches as you grab coats and say it’s no trouble, you need to freshen up anyways, slipping away and disappearing down the stairs past the nursery. His grandmother grabbing his arm before they enter the chapel, “Oh, honey, could you hang up my purs-”

She doesn’t even finish her sentence before he’s nodding and quickly rushing down the stairs after you. A dimly lit, well worn carpeted, and a too strong lilac air freshener filled hallway leads him to you. Leaning up against a small counter, fixing your lipstick in a mirror that you meet his reflection’s gaze in. 

Your heart is racing, because Steve is looking at you very much in a way he shouldn’t be in a church and he feels like he’s going to explode from how much more the forbidden energy of it all makes him want to devour you. 

Turning to face him, you press a manicured hand to his chest in a half hearted way to stop him, eyelids fluttering as your eyes travel up his neck, watching the way his Adam's apple bobs when he glances down at your cleavage. 

Steve’s hands settle on your hips, thumbs brushing over the fabric and he makes a noise that he’d argue was not a whimper and you’d gloat it was as he whispers, “Just give me five minutes.”

Hand traveling up his neck, cradling his jaw, playing with the stray hair behind and over his ear, you smile, whispering back, “You’re unbelievable. We’re in a church. Be patient, Steve.”

His fingers glide over your dress, down to the hem, trailing up your thigh and pulling the fabric with it. Stomach flipping as warm breath falls over your neck, his mouth and nose just ghosting against your skin as his fingers climb higher at an agonizing pace. 

“I’ve been patient,” voice shot, raspy and low as his nose presses into your cheek and his lips skim your jaw, “In case you’re forgetting, I didn’t get to cum this morning.”

Your head falls back on its own accord, exposing more of your neck and chest to him as your hands slide into the lapels of his blazer, humming as your eyes start to flutter closed, “That’s not my fa-fault,” his fingers squeeze at the inside of your thigh, hitching your breath, “We were late.” 

Steve nods against your cheek, lips grazing your skin still as his fingers finally find the edge of lace he was desperate to feel. As they glide even higher, ready to follow the band to the center in that teasing way you like, he finds no gap.

“Oh, fuck, honey.”

Steve’s a goner. Pulling away enough to glance between your bodies, the skirt of your dress rucked up around your hip to find all black lace, mesh, and hard boning that connects all the way up to your breasts. The smile you bite down on, trying to hide how pleased you are at his reaction has him growling into your neck.

“You’re a menace,” his fingers grip at your lingerie covered sides and he moans, a press of wet lips to under your ear, hot breath fanning down your neck as his lips graze and his teeth nip, “Had this underneath here all fucking day?”

You hum, hands fisting into his jacket as his fingertips drag along the high cut edge, following the dip and crease of your thigh as his breathing grows heavier at the way you sigh his name. 

Steve glances over his shoulder, tugging you quickly through a door and clicking a lock in place before he’s back on you. Your hands resting behind you on the counter of the sinks, he’s on his knees, fingers dragging up the back of your legs as he presses his soft lips up one of your calves. 

“Baby,” he presses his nose into your knee, “Baby, you’re gonna kill me. Walking around with this on all day, holding infants, and being so sweet.” He’s mouthing over the black fabric now, nose nudging into your covered clit as your hands move to his hair. 

“Steve, I-”

Teeth tugging on the edge of the lace, he groans when you say his name all breathy and timid like that. Like you didn’t know exactly what you were doing. 

Standing now, his fingers toy with the thin material that’s quickly becoming soaked, nose pressing to your cheek as he closes the distance between you, your dress held up in his other hand on your hip. 

His middle finger traces the edge down and back up, lightly pressing your clit again as he admits, “I’ve been thinking about ripping this dress off of you all day. Looked so pretty in it, holding babies on your hip, helping with things around the house, so,” he slaps over the wet fabric harshly and suddenly, sticking it against your slicked folds, as you gasp around his words, “Sweet.”

“Steve, please,” your lips catch the corner of his, pressing a kiss there and then to his jaw. Your fingers search for purchase on the cool countertop while his slip under the lace, soaked as they drag through your slit. 

“Please what?” He hovers over your lips, eyes unable to pull themselves from where your legs spread wider for him. Unable to hear anything except the sound of your wet lips parting around two of his fingers now. 

“Kiss me, please,” you’re whining, nose into his jaw, thinking about the small amount of scruff he’s grown and how it would feel between your thighs. You feel possessed. Like the devil himself shoved the forbidden apple down your throat but then you asked for more with a hopeful please. 

Steve doesn’t make you ask again, parted lips over yours. He tugs on your bottom one, teeth grazing over it as his fingertips tease at your entrance. You nod against his forehead, hands coming up to cling to his shoulders as your kissing becomes more frantic. 

“Please, baby, I’ve been thinking about you doing this all day, I can’t-” broken off into a moan as he nudges a finger into you, a second one following almost instantly. 

He swirls his fingers slowly, letting you catch your breath and adjust before his thumb slips over your clit, the mess you’re making tells him you’re not lying at all. Driving himself crazy as he thinks about how you had this on all day, growing wet thinking about him. 

“Poor girl, just been feeling empty all day, huh?” He mocks as you gasp against his cheek, mouth quickly finding his again, breathless and sloppy kissing as you squeeze your eyes shut. He’s expecting you to grow shy like you do, to let his teasing take over, to let it numb your brain but you nod your head against him again.

“You were-oh fuck-” your hands drag down his jacket, quickly working on his belt, “You were with the kids and I-” biting your lip like you don’t want to say it out loud. 

Steve’s fingers stop moving, and you whine, hips squirming against them as he pulls them out slowly. Wet with you as he catches your chin, cheeks pink and pupils blown out as he stares at you, “Thinking about me filling you up and getting you pregnant? Is that it?”

Your lips part at the words, a slow and timid nod of your head against his hand still cradling your jaw. Shoulders rising to tuck your neck into him as you grow shy again has him crashing his lips into yours, both of you frantic to tug at his belt and slacks. 

He kisses you quick and pushes his pants and boxers down, freeing his length. Pink tip swollen and leaking as he pumps himself, nudging his nose against your cheek, “Turn around for me, honey.”

You do as you're told, earning a moan as you spread your legs for him without being asked. His lips kiss up and down your neck, smirking into your neck as he speaks, “So sweet even when she’s being filthy.” He tugs the black lace to the side, sliding his tip through your slick until he’s nudging at your entrance slowly. 

The crackle of the speaker alerts you both that the service has now started and Steve pushes into you as the pastor greets everyone. 

Biting your lip to hold in the obscene noise you want to make, feeling every inch of Steve against your walls until he’s pressed flush against you. Dress in his fists as he glances down at where your bodies meet, pink cheeks and tousled hair, his reflection looks wrecked. 

Your hips wiggle against him and he tsks at you, kissing over your shoulder, nosing along the strap of your dress, “Be patient, sweetheart.”

He slowly pulls out and thrusts into you, rolling his hips against yours that earns him an absolutely sinful moan. Crawling out of your chest and mingling with the quiet sound of a hymn being sung. 

Steve continues to babble nonsense into your skin, cheek pressing to yours as he catches your eyes in the mirror, “Wanna walk around so full of me it’s leaking out of you while you’re in a church, huh, honey?”

His cock pulses inside of you at the way you clench around him at the words. He can’t himself but to push in a little harsher on the next thrust, grunting as he imagines getting to cum inside of you over and over again, ready to give you a baby. You’re all fluttering eyes, flushed skin, heaving chests as the drag of his cock along your walls seems to go even slower. 

A forceful thrust up into you, a roll of your hips back against him and the fucking ceramic easter decorations covered in crosses fall over on the counter. A fire slowly burns inside of you at the tantalizing pace and his hopeful tone despite teasing you. It’s all so wrong, and you want more. 

Steve mouths at your neck, pace of his hips slow and agonizing, but forceful, like he’s trying to be so deep inside you that it’s sure to stick.

“Want me to give you a baby, huh? Wanna make me a daddy?”

The sound you make brings him straight to heaven. 

Steve’s hands roam to over your stomach, dress falling from his hands so he can press and squeeze over your stomach and hips and his breath is hot in your ear as he admits, “You’re gonna look so pretty with a baby, all round and carrying our kid and-oh fuck.”

He grips at your hips as your head falls back against his shoulder, whining at his words and he keeps going, kissing over your neck and cheek and jaw as his hands push and cup at your breasts, thumbs swiping over your pebbled nipples through the fabric, “You want it too, don’t you baby? You want everyone to see you all pregnant? Need everyone to know you’re the one who gets to have a kid with Steve Harrington?”

Your hands reach above you, holding onto the back of his hair and gripping, gasping at his words as his hips pick up their pace.

He lets go of your chest, hand cupping at the curve of your ass and slapping it, “Tell me, babe.”

Nodding furiously, you clutch his hair tighter as he moans into your neck at your words, “Please, Steve, I want you to fill me up.”

“Yeah?” 

Steve’s teeth nipping at your shoulder, lips smiling into the dip of your neck as you shiver, letting out a quiet, “Christ.”

“Baby, we’re in a church, be good,” his teeth drag on the chain of your necklace, tugging at it as his hands pull up your dress again, “Hold this. We don’t wanna ruin your pretty dress, right?”

Doing as he says, his hands push on your lower back, marveling at how you arch perfectly for him, begging him to hurry up before he’s cupping your ass, spreading your cheeks so he can see how you’re dripping around him. Black lace curving and cutting across at a high angle, stark underneath the bunched up pastel and pristine fabric of your dress, he closes his eyes and breathes through his nose. 

His hips slap against yours as his pace becomes brutal, bruising your insides on every drag out and thrust back in. The slick of your walls tightening around him on every pump, your breathy mewls and gasps of babbling nonsense mixing with his grunts and the sermon crackling out of the speaker. 

“Steve, baby, please-”

“Our Father, who art in heaven-”

Steve could feel you clamping around him, your dress curling in your fingers as you gripped at the counter underneath it, his left hand covering yours, rings clicking together faintly. Chest to your back as he kissed at your sweat slicked neck, breathing in the scent of your fresh perfume.

“I know honey, just-” Steve mouthed over your spine, nose pressing behind your ear as he gasped out, “I’m almost there too, just hold on-”

“Thy will be done, on earth as it is in-”

He felt you tense up, thighs and legs shaking as you gushed around him, dripping out and down his dick, the base coated as you couldn’t keep quiet, his name leaving your lips in what was practically a sob, begging him for something he couldn’t wait to give you. 

“Steve!”

“-and deliver us from evil. For-”

Steve whispered your name into your skin, groaning as he gripped your hip, his own stuttering as hot ropes of his release spill into you. Quiet praises of how good you did and how much he loved you lost in both of your heavy breathing. 

“Forever and ever, Amen.”

Steve drags himself out of you, fingers quickly reaching down and pushing his cum back inside, soothing over your puffy lips, then dragging the black material back over your cunt. His palm holds it flat against you as he presses wet and hot open mouthed kisses over your neck in between ragged breaths, “Can’t let any of our mess leak out.”

Your knees buckle at his words, chest heaving as you let your dress fall from your hands, wrinkled from where you had clutched it so tightly and you cover your lips with your fingers. 

Steve tucks himself back into his slacks, amused eyes finding yours in the mirror and he kisses down and back up your neck, nose tracing over your ear. He smirks into your sweat kissed skin, when you whisper, “I think that was more than five minutes.”

His teeth scrape at your earlobe, and he squeezes your hips, “Give me five more and I’ll be ready to go again.”

Turning, you smack at his chest, “Steve!”

He kisses all over your laughing face, already daydreaming about a glow you’ll have when you are actually pregnant. His hands roam up your sides and back down, his lips moving over to your neck and you both sigh as your head falls back for him. Arms wrapping around his neck, fingers carding through his hair as his kissing leads down to your chest, he whines into your cleveage, “Fuck.”

Your giggle spurs him on more and he’s pawing at your hips and thighs, pushing you up against the counter and he feels himself growing hard again. Head shaking from side to side, your lips press to his temple, “Who’s the menace now?”

Pushing him away, he pouts as you unlock the door and peek outside, hand reaching back and grabbing his wrist. As quietly as you can, you sneak into the back of the chapel, settling in open spaces in the last pew. 

Steve’s fingers graze the outside of your thigh, hitching the hem of your skirt higher as his knuckles drag back and forth. You sit with your legs pressed together and he’s giddy with the knowledge of why. When you interact with the toddler looking over his father’s shoulder in the pew in front of you, sticking out your tongue and crossing your eyes to elicit a shriek from the kid, you giggle and hide your face in Steve’s shoulder and he squeezes your knee. 

It seems simple for you, to act like nothing happened. You hug his grandparents and push his cousin’s on the swings after the service. Running around and helping them with the Easter egg hunt like it’s your job. And it’s driving him even more insane than it did earlier. Now he knows what’s underneath your dress. Now he knows what it’s keeping from dripping out of you. 

At one point there’s one kid on your hip playing with your hair and one holding your dress as you ask her what kind of cookie she wants. A kiss on each of their cheeks as they leave and helping a worker fold chairs even though no one asked. Easy, sweet, domestic, a secret menace. The love of his goddamn life. 

It’s hard to breathe properly after leaving the bathroom with Steve. Thighs sticky, limbs heavy, and your heart hasn’t gone back to beating properly since. You’re filled with adrenaline, a secret no one else knows but you and Steve. Hating and loving that something that should’ve been wrong felt so right. Relishing in catching Steve’s eyes on you, almost able to still feel his breath on your neck, the fullness of him inside you still fresh and dancing across your nerves. 

When it’s finally time to say goodbye, Steve and you barely make it five minutes before you’re already climbing over the console as he pulls off onto a gravel road. Pants dropping to the floor of the car and dress hitched to your hips again as you take him back to heaven. 

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ultimate fic recs by nunki demonstars

no order of preference, just my all time fave dnf/dteam fics!

tried to keep it to one fic per author but honestly i didn't really pay attention, i just posted from my bookmarks. for this reasons, all authors are credited and linked to ao3. there's cc and c!/manhunt au fics (more of the former, but the warning seems necesary). there's also both nsft and not on this list, which are marked.

the list grew without my intention, so without further ado, here's a chaotic and huge list of fic recs from 2020 to 2023, for your enjoyement.

Kiss me in the morning light by dangergranger & shadeofblue

Five times Dream kisses a man (that isn’t George) and one time he finally does it right.

mood ring baby by minecraftbed

A proposal, of sorts.

paper & crayons by snowdreamr

It doesn’t take a genius to realize that Dream and George taking care of a child on Valentine’s day is a terrible, terrible idea.

all of you, a verb in perfect view by findinghomes

Despite being soulmates, they do nothing about it (well, okay, maybe not nothing).

tug me closer by effervescentwolf (expl.)

Dream likes getting his hair pulled. George just likes making him fall apart.

Protected by Anonymous

Dream is the Crown Prince and the future king. His sworn duty is to protect his kingdom from outside threats, especially from the scourge of magic. George is his best friend and, technically, his servant. And he has a secret.

stage left by anonymous

cc!dnf roleplay c!dnf

down my arms, a thousand satellites by crabnap

Dream gets sick and George, to his amazement, is actually very soft and caring about it. Surely nothing life-changing will come of this.

my heart (in your chest) by heartinhands

It's an early morning in LA and George just wants to be with Dream.

a little bit of you by sickah (expl.)

Dream is over waiting on George, especially when all George does is tease him and lead him on. So, he meets a hot girl at Twitchcon and she turns out to actually be really, really cool. George loses his fucking mind.

cherries by sappymix1

Everyone always said that Dream loved too much.

loving you is bigger than my head by tippysleeps (expl.)

"You only ever talked about, like, footballers.” “Yeah,” Dream says, like it’s obvious. “To you. What, was I supposed to talk about my attraction to you as it was developing?” George blinks. “You talked to people about your attraction to me?”

lavender haze by furculaed

“Lavender?” he asks, holding up the bottle. The afternoon air has this foggy feel to it, almost like nothing is real. But the heat of the sun is curling around George’s hair and his smile strikes deep into his heart right where he loves him so Dream thinks this has to be real. “It’s supposed to help you sleep.”

At the Intersection of Infinity by DeathSquiggles

dream is trapped in a time loop on his 23rd birthday and keeps repeating the day with no clear way out.

your hands were warm (though you came in from the cold) by didnt

George and Dream are roommates and somewhere down the line things got messed up.

got me looking so dumb right now by dreamsickle

About a month after George gets to Florida, Sapnap takes a spontaneous trip with Punz up to Karl's for a week. He gets home, and something's different.

at the mouth of desire by offday

Somehow, close was not close enough.

aurum scarce (and meant for kings) by wooowriter

George's first hurricane.

my pen and paper cause a chain reaction by dizzy

George has some issues with something Dream tweeted.

hit my heaven's door by preytall (expl.)

It'd be easy, then, to overlook. But Dream keeps playing with the chain.

ignore my heart and lie to the truth by mincraftbed (expl.)

“You wanna be like… friends with benefits?”

Misquote Me (Do It Once More) by MoniFoundLove

In which George drops hints about their future and Dream ignores them a few times (accidentally).

thy eternal summer shall not fade by greyquills

A month into their senior year of high school, Dream spends the entirety of period three AP Literature class finding new and creative ways to flirt with George. George is understandably flustered.

but i was always on my way to him by womanhunt

Dream and George spend their first night together after meeting.

A Quiet Life (A Handshake) by undermycoat

The strongest dam in Essempy will never break, no matter if it cracks or leaks. George is not the strongest dam.

For The Bit by biboyhalo (expl.)

5 times Dream and George get distracted during sex and the 1 time it actually matters.

be the one by riversofgold (expl.)

Agreeing to be friends with benefits with George is the worst decision of Dream's life.

love on film by havocrat

George arrives in Florida. It takes four days to film the meetup vlog, and only three for Dream to completely lose his mind.

the first day of the rest of our lives by wooowriter

George's first full day in Florida.

to burn with desire and keep quiet by falsettodrop (expl.)

Varying degrees of togetherness, in four parts.

until you're by my side by sweetuhcreature

A late night in Florida, a later night in London. George thinks there's something wrong with him.

suck a dick fallacy by literaphobe (expl.)

Dream has so much he wants to explore about his sexuality, but no one he trusts enough to do it with. Lucky for him, George is finally in Florida. Surely things will be easy enough to figure out between best friends like them. It ends up spiraling far beyond what either of them could anticipate.

get you the moon by snowdreamr (expl.)

It’s George’s birthday, and he finally allows himself to love.

You Are the Golden Dawn by hircinean (expl.)

dream falls in love with george all over again, several years later.

I'll Be Here When You Return by mssjynx (expl.)

Five times that George took care of Dream, plus the one time that Dream took care of George!

i think he knows by Anonymous

It’s a weekday in Florida, and Dream seems perfectly content to like fanarts in which he’s kissing GeorgeNotFound on the mouth. George, for all his worth, can’t help but do something about it.

button-downs and seashells by quartzfia

George is a daycare receptionist and literally falls on his face for a tall blonde who comes in early for pickup.

Deep sea, baby by orphan_account

You survey his skin as if it will erase a border.

late spring by towerofthegods

It's the hours between night and morning, and Dream wants to know more.

the elephant in the room by heyobsessions

the things dream learns about george after he moves to florida, and the things they learn together

sugar honey sweet by enonymous

Gift-giving as a love language, or: 5 times Dream bought George something, and 1 time George bought something for him.

Do Androids Dream of Poetry? by ABirdWithoutFeathers

> Happy birthday!! Who are you? > My name is George! it is so, so nice to finally meet you. What is a birthday? > It’s the anniversary of the day you come into existence, when you start being. Today is your very first day in the world. Oh. Well, what do I do now?

flirting on the timeline by cloudfarmer

Dream is a popular Minecraft Youtuber and George runs a stan account for him on Twitter. After George replies to one of Dream's tweets with a jokingly flirtatious proposal, it quickly turns into a lot more than George was expecting when Dream publicly accepts.

cinnamon and swirl

Dream decides to tell his friends about his daughter right before they move in.

Saying something stupid like, "I love you" by noquesadilla

misunderstandings, obliviousness, and food poisoning. Never a good combination, less when it's Valentine's Day.

i'm not just drunk, i really think i'm in love with you by nervouswaltz

Dream gets drunk at a party. He calls George.

give you my heart if you’d take it by copperfic

He knows he has no right to be upset, hates that he is, hates the burn of jealousy so strong he almost feels sick, but every time he imagines Dream, loose and tipsy and happy, kissing some stranger—multiple ones by the sound of it—he has to swallow the urge to scream or throw up or, god forbid, cry.

circle the drain by twostorms

George makes it to Florida. It’s more complicated than it should be.

where the sun sleeps by meridies

The crew are pirates with no mercy, George is a selkie, and there is more to Dream than meets the eye.

something that's real by lodestones

George used to dream of this—settling into a life together, meeting the family, building furniture in their house, for their room—of domesticity and easy comfort and happiness, like nothing he’s ever known.

two reflections into one by mieldoux (expl.)

It takes Dream some time, but when he comes to the realisation, it rewires the chemistry in his brain. He and George—they have the same thing, it seems. The thing for the stubble.

ilysfm (i love u so fucking much) by zephryus

Five times George swore like hell, and the one time Dream reciprocated.

Love Me Loud by DeathSquiggles (expl.)

George has a fresh Foodbeast’s Kitchen League Battle Royale victory under his belt and a spring in his step from the energy of the crowds. He expects Dream will want to shut himself away in his hotel room and decompress alone after what must have been one of the most overwhelming days of his life. Dream has other plans.

Comorbidity by sappymix1

It's summer, and the face thing is making both of them a little weird.

you got the peaches (i got the cream) by (it says orphan acc but i'm 95% sure it's preytall's old acc) (expl.)

A love letter to George's... assets.

bibingka by furculaed

Dream gets home from a night of drinking and decides to decorate the house.

it's a big refrain (after all) by tippysleeps

It takes mere weeks in the loving heat of Florida for him to look at Dream out of the corner of his eye, and think he could take on anything as long as it was with him.

One night (or forever) by winterlighting

George breaks his bed on his first night in Florida, then a sleeping arrangement that was meant to last until he got a new bed frame soon turned into a routine; full of domesticity and gestures that blur the platonic line.

revelations in distance and proximity by indigoh

2020 Dream and 2023 Dream unknowingly swap bodies for a day to heal past wounds. 2020 Dream has an opportunity to confront feelings he’s pushed down and repressed while 2020 George gets some of the reassurance he needs.

When The Sunlight Dies by bramble_patch & personalized_radio

It's been three months since the coup. Three months since Sapnap, a knight, and George, his prince, have been chased out of their home. Three months of being on the run, trying to find a safe way out of Kinoko without being caught by the president's mercenaries or an opportunistic bounty hunter.

just a test by honeyplease

“I asked,” Dream replies, sounding far too unbothered for the words that follow this, “When are we gonna kiss?”

Who Can Love You Like Me? by ivegivenuponyou (expl.)

“Can we go to our room?” His small hand reaches forward, curling around Dream’s neck and pulling them closer until their chests touch. There’s a glint in his eyes that Dream can recognize even in the dark. “We literally just got home, how are you already horny?” He can’t help but grin, throwing his arms over George’s shoulders.

[starsomens]

Okay since you're asking, who am I to not give you some ideas?

So Id love to read something more drammatic if you feel confy. Like scenario: noah goes to the grocery with the kids and meets someone he knows like Davis or anyone else. Got distracted for 2 minutes and BAM. His baby girl is missing.

Classical moment in which a kid goes lost for 5 minutes but the parent freak out.

A/N: I think this formed more like a drable than anything else but enjoy!!

" 'kay princess ready to get groceries?" he asked as he unbuckles her seatbelt in her car seat. You were at home after a very stressful week, so he picked up the errand with your 5 year old daughter Eden. Usually when Noah comes food shopping it's on his own so he could surprise you with flowers, or your favorite snack.

He walks hand in hand with her through the parking lot. Once they were inside he grabs a cart and asks her

"You wanna ride in the cart or you wanna walk?" he always asks her which option she wanted. He thought if he gave her a sense of independence in her choices, she'll be confident in her decisions.

"Mmmm walk!" she said with a bright smile

Noah loved when she smiled that way "Okay princess just stay close okay?" she nods and in they go. Noah liked to involved Eden in his day to day errands. She helped pick apples and some vegetables. They even went to see the lobsters in the tank for a while. He'd watch her walk in front of the cart and just admire how big she's getting.

She used to sit in her car seat on top of the shopping cart, now she's pointing at her favorite juice and snacks all on her own.

"Daddy, can we get snackies?" Eden asked as they passed the candy and snack aisle

"We will baby, just have to grab some other things and we can get your favorite cookies okay?" he said to her

"Okay papa." she answered. They stop at the sanitary aisle and picked some babywipes, make up wipes and he knew you needed some pads, but you recently changed.

"shit" he mumbled to himself and pulled his phone out to call you "hey babe, what size pussy do you wear again?....HAHA it’s fine no one is around….yeah I see those but not the new ones you're using....okay they have regular, plus and ulta....regular alright...okay see you soon, love you..bye" he tosses the pack into the cart and clapped his hands together

"Alright sweetheart lets go pick some cookies..." he expected to hear her cheery voice but didn't get an answer. He looked around him and did see her.

.....WHERE WAS SHE?!

"Eden?" he called looking up and down the aisle. Nothing. "Eden!" he called again

His heart was racing and his mind was going to every place possible. He pushed the cart and rushed to the cookie aisle to see if she was there

"Eden?" not in the cookie aisle....fuck. FUCK! She wasn't there! Normally Noah was calm and collected but this was his baby girl! He's rushing through the store trying to spot her beautiful head of hair, her precious laugh, something!

Oh god and if you found out, you'd rip his head off! How could he lose sight of her?! He was always so careful, always had her near him, never left his sight!

He rushed to customer service and cut some people in line

"Uh yeah I..I." he didn't even know how to form it "My daughter I lost her.. I-I don't know where she is, is there an announcement that could be made? A place to Look o-or-"

"Daddy!" He spins around and sees his little girl. his little Eden, his princess! She runs to him and he scoops her up in his arms. He held her so close, breathed in her scent of soft lavender. his little arms around his neck and he felt such relief as if he could drop to the floor right there. This tiny human in his arms was his absolute world and even the thought of something happening to her terrified him.

"Princess, why did you run off?!" he didn't mean to sound harsh, he was just afraid

"I-I wanted to b..*snif* a big girl a-and, get snack," he rubbed her eyes "i couldn't..f-find y-you" her voice cracks as fat tears spilled from her eyes. his large thumbs wipe them away and he kisses her head

"It's okay baby," he cooed "you're with me, it's okay"

He finished the shopping and got the snacks like he had promised. He put her back in her car seat and bought her a happy meal. By the time he had gotten home, she was fast asleep after such an ordeal had gone down.

"So how was the trip?" you asked putting Eden down on couch so she could keep sleeping. While Noah put things away, you coming to help him

"Well it was...." he thought for a second "....quite a trip."

"You don't say" you say feeling skeptical. While you were still putting things away he just blurts out

"...she wandered off and I lost her for about 5 minutes-"

"WHAT?!"

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[whiteteadreams]

Lavender Sunflower

Pairing: Yang Jeongin x Female Reader

Preview: Normally, your body and mind refused to ever let you be in this stage, your guard was down, you were too relaxed. So happy, too happy, but Jeongin was able to do that, he was the only person to ever get you that relaxed. He was the only person you allowed yourself to not have your guard up around. He was Jeongin, and you loved Jeongin, a dangerous amount. Although dangerous, it was the only thing that kept you going.

Word Count: 7.1k

Genre: Mafia AU, angst, fluff, smut, established relationship

Warnings: Violence, murder, blood, knife use (not sexual...sorry guys), mature language/cursing, smut, possessiveness...JYP...doesn't make it out alive...he's also like a drug lord!

Smut Warnings: both are switches ig (not rlly dom/sub dynamic), tit/nipple play, slight body worship, riding, unprotected sex (pretend ur on birth control ig), it's pretty tame tbh, they dance sexually in a club!, mentioned breeding kink

a/n- i watched the show tulsa king with my parents, and it's a mob/gangster/mafia show, so that's why i wrote this, and jeongin has been bias wrecking me so... several months later: IM SO SORRY IT TOOK FOREVER OMG also...ik adding twice was a little odd, but i just wanted to imagine them holding guns! also...the fight scene is silly...I may rewrite it...I may not!

“How about I get you another drink, something stronger?” The voice coming from your side caused you to lose the staring contest you were having with the man across the club. When you looked over at him, you had to stop yourself from wrinkling your nose and frowning. He was gross, to say the least. He was much older, dressed like a pimp, unkempt facial hair with food stuck in his beard, obviously prowling on young women. The human form of a pig.

Faking a smile, you politely declined his offer, knowing that he’d appreciate you playing hard to get. “I’m okay, thank you though.” Attempting to go back to staring at the man across the club, the man next to you decided that your rejection didn’t actually mean ‘no’. You felt him pull you closer to him by the arm that was now draped across your shoulders, his hand venturing near the swell of your breast. “Come on baby, I can show you a good time, l rented us a private room in the back. Your little friend over there can come watch me play with you too.” Glancing at the man mentioned, his jaw clenched and slightly nodded, just enough for you to notice it but discreet as well, so no one else did.

Giggling to cover up your discomfort when his hand squeezed your whole breast, you nodded eagerly, letting him take your hand, and leading you to the room. Trailing a bit behind him, as much as you could with his tight grip on your wrist. With the ability to see the back of his neck, you saw what you needed. The tip of a flame, a tattoo that symbolizes what he’s a part of, who he is. A skull on fire, in a circle of barbed wire.

Since the pig-man couldn’t see your face, your smile dropped, preparing for what was about to happen. The man from across the bar followed you once he was passed, your nerves were settled when you felt his hand on your lower back, standing guard behind you, not letting the pig-man out of his sight.

Your hand that wasn’t being held tightly traveled behind you, seeking the man across the bar’s. He returned your request to hold hands, immediately engulfing yours into his. The club was loud enough for him to whisper into your ear without the pig-man hearing, but with how much hair is growing in his ears, you doubt he had the best hearing anyways.

“It’ll be okay, just remember the plan, I’ll be right here if he pulls anything.” Although he broke character for the moment, you greatly appreciated the reassurance, thanking him with a nod of your head in his direction.

The pig-man stopped walking when he got to one of the many doors in the back of the club. You heard other women behind the series of the doors, some making sounds of pleasure, others of pain. He turned around and flashed you a smile of stained, yellow teeth. Remembering your role, you batted your eyelashes and bit your bottom lip seductively.

“Ladies first.” He stayed in the doorway, beer belly sticking out, forcing you to rub against him to get through the doorway. Pig-man moved for the man from across the club, but still let him go first, trying to assert his dominance.

Pig-man pointed at you and then the bed, he did the same to the man but to the chair in the corner. The cuck chair.

“Take off your clothes baby.” You looked at the man and then back to the pig-man. Throwing him your cheekiest smile you responded with, “Mmm, no. You first, wanna see you.” Both men smiled, for very different reasons.

“Now, now, darlin’ that isn’t what I told you to do, you’re going to listen to me. I don’t give a shit if I end up having to force you or not, but I will get what I want from you.” You felt disgusted when his smoky breath fanned across your face, and it was even worse when he kissed you, shoving his tongue in your mouth and wrapping his hand around your neck.

You looked at the other man and he nodded at you, telling you he was ready. Just as the pig-man shoved his hand up your dress to cup your sex, the other man grabbed his hair from his scalp, pulling him off of you. As he was about to yell, you saw him place a cloth over his mouth and nose, making him breath in the chemicals and then collapsing.

The pig-man’s dead weight crushed your body until he was rolled off of you. You looked up in the dimly lit room and smiled at the other man. “Jeongin”. He helped you off the velvet bed, kicked the pig-man just for good measure and walked to the bag he had set by the chair, managing to keep it out of the pig-man’s sight.

“That was fucking awful to witness and I’m sorry you had to go through that, but we got him.” Jeongin pulled you into his arms after taking out what he needed from the bag. The feeling of his hands on you now was much better than the pair that was on you. “As long as we get what we need, then it’ll be okay.” You breathed in the scent that was purely Jeongin and let him go to allow him to get back to work.

You sat in the chair that Jeongin was occupying and watched him tie the pig-man up, securing him to one of the legs of the bed. You watched him make sure that there was no way he could get out without any assistance. “Now, we wait for him to wake up. I didn’t use too much chloroform just so we wouldn’t be sitting here for hours. But in case we are, it’s a good thing this fucker rented the room for the rest of the night.” As Jeongin walked back to you, you heard him whisper the word ‘perv’ towards the now tied up man. You got up just enough for Jeongin to slide in the seat and he pulled you down to sit on his lap.

For the next 40 minutes, you sat in Jeongin’s lap, playing with his hair and fingers while discussing and double checking the rest of the plan. You were interrupted by the groggily noises of the pig-man, everything muffled by the rag in his mouth. When his eyes finally opened completely, he looked around, stopping once he saw you and Jeongin. The man below you picked you up just to softly place you down again but not on him. He sat you back in the chair, kissed your hair and approached the pig-man.

“Wha-” He was stopped by Jeongin, slapping him in the face. “This is how this is gonna go, you’re going to shut the fuck up until I ask you something, and once that happens, you’re going to answer me, honestly. Understand?” The pig-man just nodded.

Jeongin removed the rag from his mouth and pulled out the small notebook he kept in his back pocket. “So I’ve been told that your name is Paul Bianco, also known as “The Tiger”, you’re obviously a part of the Flaming Skulls, stupid name but whatever, is this all correct?” Formerly known as the pig-man to you, Paul nodded.

“Who sent you?” His voice was shaky, scared of Jeongin, who just sighed and rolled his eyes. “The fuck did I tell you before this started?” Without receiving an answer, you watched Jeongin pull out his switchblade and step forward, bringing himself closer to Paul. He crouched down to his level and brought the knife up to Paul’s cheek.

Digging the tip of the knife through the flesh of Paul’s cheek, Jeongin started talking again, louder than Paul’s cries and pleas. “I’m gonna hurt you no matter what you do, but I’ll go easy on you if you just follow my directions. Now, I need to know one fucking thing. Who killed Hwang Hyunjin? Just give me the name and we’ll be on our way.”

Paul started shaking his head, not wanting to give away the answer. “Come on man, I have a family, a wife, kids, please let me go.” Jeongin looked behind him, at you, shaking his head, “If you’re such a family man then why were you trying to pull something on my girlfriend?”

“Well you know, the wife’s gotten older, can’t please me in the way a man wants.” He laughed sleazily, Jeongin started laughing back, mocking the man. “And your girlfriend over there, she’s just so pretty and she was there, and I-I-I thought maybe she could-” he lost his voice when the tip of Jeongin’s knife returned to Paul’s neck.

Jeongin’s fake laugh continued, louder, “Yeah, I know she’s pretty,” his laughter stopped, his voice now serious, dripping with venom, “but just because she’s pretty doesn’t mean she’s there for free use.” Jeongin’s fist made contact with Paul’s nose, snapping something in it. He stepped back and watched Paul’s cheeks wet with tears and blood. Blood pouring out of both nostrils, dripping into his mouth, he started sputtering, trying to speak without swallowing the thick, red liquid that was starting to spill onto the already stained carpet.

“Paul, Paul, Paul, all I asked was a question, and then you insulted me, acting like you own the love of my life. So I’ll ask you again. Who the fuck, killed Hwang Hyunjin?” Jeongin’s sentence ended with the sound of his gun cocking, pointing it right between Paul’s eyes.

The man started squirming, “Okay, okay! I’ll tell you, please just don’t kill me, I’ll answer anything and everything you want! I’ll apologize to your girlfriend!” Paul looked over at you and started begging for forgiveness, apologizing profusely.

Jeongin approved of the man’s begs but didn’t put down the gun. “So, since you seem to struggle with my main question, I’ll ask some other things that I need to know. First, in 2018, who was the rat that snuck into my company?” Paul answered immediately, and he didn’t hesitate with the next several questions either, giving away information as he was trembling, terrified for his life.

You sat back in the chair, taking notes after Jeongin tossed you his little notebook. Refusing to miss a single thing, you jotted down everything, in case the information was needed later on.

But Jeongin’s patience had worn thin, now only wanting the answer that got the both of you here. “Now. I’m not going to ask again, who killed Hwang Hyunjin?” It was technically a question, but Jeongin made it sound like a demand. Paul Bianco didn’t have any time left. And he knew that, so he gave in.

“Park Jinyoung killed your friend.” And there he had it. Jeongin finally had the name of the man that killed Hyunjin. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” But Paul was still a nervous wreck.

“Don’t tell him I ratted him out, please, he’ll kill me!” You had picked up Jeongin’s bag and walked over to him. “Oh, I wouldn’t worry about him killing you.” Paul’s blood ran cold, “But, I answered all your questions! I complied! Please don’t kill me, why would you kill me?”

Jeongin walked over to the door, his hand on the handle, he turned half of his body so he could keep the gun lined up with Paul’s head.

“Because you touched my girlfriend.” And with that, Jeongin pulled the trigger, and the pig-man’s body went limp, blood puddling around him, coming out of the hole that was now in his head.

Jeongin turned the doorknob and walked out, pulling you with him. “Jisung already has control of the security cameras, so we won’t be seen on those. And with him renting the room, it’s under his name, not ours.” You continued down the hallway, not going back through the crowd of people dancing. The side door was deserted, no one near, not even bouncers for the club.

There was one person though, waiting in a car, for the two of you. Jeongin opened the door and helped you in, getting settled in the car and finally taking a deep breath for the first time in hours. Exhaustion was taking over his body now that the adrenalin was no longer running through his veins.

“Hey Jeongin, Miss. Y/n. Are you guys, okay?” The car was now moving and the accent that belonged to Bang Chan filled the car. The both of you just nodded, but Jeongin spoke up, not to answer his question though. “Park Jinyoung. That bastard killed Hyunjin.” Chan let out an exhale that sounded like a whistle, continuing to drive.

You laid your head on Jeongin’s shoulder and looked at what he was doing on his phone, you saw his messages with Minho, Jeongin telling him to track Jinyoung down. Minho responded by telling the younger man to take the weekend off, as he’s been under a lot of pressure and stress recently.

“It would be good for you, to take a bit of time for yourself. We could go somewhere secluded, just for a few days. It would be nice, Jeongin.” Chan overheard the conversation and spoke up, “Minho already told me to take you to one of the houses, I thought you knew…” Jeongin groaned, not wanting to stop working, and you just giggled, excited to truly be alone with him.

Jeongin was about to argue but he could see your excitement, so he didn’t say anything, he texted Minho back to say thank you and allowed Chan to take them wherever Minho had sent them. With his trust in Chan mixed with the warmth of your soft body next to him, he allowed himself to lay his head on yours and close his eyes.

You hadn’t realized that you fell asleep until Jeongin was whispering you awake, stating that you’ve arrived at the house. Taking off your seatbelt, Jeongin helped your tired self out of the car, making sure you didn’t hit your head on the roof of the vehicle.

When you were fully out of the vehicle and got a view of the house Minho had sent you to, your eagerness took over the drowsiness. It was one of the beach houses, along the coast. You could hear the waves crashing into the dock and you could smell the water. Barely letting Jeongin say goodbye to Chan, you grabbed his hand and ran to the door of the house.

“We’re alone, we’re alone together for once.” You whispered into the air, Chan had driven off so only Jeongin and the wind heard you. You leaned over the railing on the balcony, the door to get inside was behind you but you paid no attention to that. Your attention was set on how the moonlight was reflecting onto the water.

Having no intentions of moving inside, you involuntarily shivered and Jeongin was wrapping his arms around you, suggesting that the two of you settle down. You let him gently pull you inside, the heat engulfing you immediately, the goosebumps that had risen on your skin were no longer there.

“I’m going to unpack our bags, you get comfortable.” You looked over at said bags that Minho had had his assistants pack for the two of you and honestly didn’t care about those. You just wanted him to stay close to you. Jeongin was behind you, leaning on you while you leaned on the kitchen island. He spoke into your hair and whispered his love for you while walking away. He kept a hand on you until he was too far, letting it trail behind him, trying to keep you close for as long as possible.

While he was piddling around upstairs, getting everything set up, you hooked up your phone to the TV. Playing music through the surround sound speakers, it was quiet, but everywhere. You looked outside the window, watching the waves, swaying your body to the music. All the lights were off except for the small ones underneath the cabinets. To enhance the calming mood even more, you lit a candle, a clean scent.

So caught up in your own world, you didn’t notice that Jeongin had returned until his knuckles lightly knocked on the wall, the one with his side pressed against. Jeongin would be happy if he never did anything but watch you for the rest of his life.

Your voice was slow and quiet, tiredness evident on your face but even though Jeongin wanted you to get some rest, he couldn’t help but allow you to subconsciously pull him to you. “Dance with me, please?”

How could he say no to you?

The slow and calm yet sultry music being played on the TV in the next room, casted from your phone mixed well with the candle burning a clean scent on the kitchen island, the mood finished with moonlight flooding the otherwise dark room. It was perfect.

When Jeongin reached you the first thing he felt was the thin satin dress that covered your otherwise bare body. “Are you not cold?” Always putting your comfort first, Jeongin asked you as soon as he felt just how thin your dress was. “Yes, but I’m okay, you know I’d rather be cold than hot.” He accepted your excuse but still pulled you as close as humanly possible, you wanted to dance so he was going to dance with you and warm you up.

‘What are you waiting for? (Ooh, yeah) You got me lost in the clutch of you (lost in you)’

You and Jeongin swayed back and forth, feeling the salty breeze come through the open door, chilling your skin, but neither of you cared. When you were with each other neither of you could bring yourself to care about what was happening around you. Too caught up in the feeling of each other. You wondered if you would love each other as much as you do now if you hadn’t gone through everything together. Ever since you were kids, the training, the missions, your parents’ disappointment for their respective child. Always having the weight of the world on your back, but with the other walking next to you, it was more bearable. You and Jeongin danced together a lot, it was your guys’ way of winding down from the work heavy day.

The world could be on fire, and you believed that you and Jeongin would dance through it, until you couldn’t dance anymore, until your last breath.

You kept swaying, the playlist continuing to provide you with rhythms. Your eyes burned, too tired, needing to close them. So you did, you didn’t intend on actually falling asleep, especially standing up in Jeongin’s arms, but you couldn’t help it.

Jeongin noticed your limp body and smiled. “Let’s go to bed.” You were now in the hypnagogic stage, half awake, half asleep. Stirring when Jeongin stopped swaying but still calm enough to be relaxed.

Normally, your body and mind refused to ever let you be in this stage, your guard was down, you were too relaxed. So happy, too happy, but Jeongin was able to do that, he was the only person to ever get you that relaxed. He was the only person you allowed yourself to not have your guard up around. He was Jeongin, and you loved Jeongin, a dangerous amount. Although dangerous, it was the only thing that kept you going.

You grumbled when you smelled the smoke from the candle Jeongin blew out, but you still didn’t wake up fully, you heard the music stop, and then ascend up the stairs when he carried you in his arms. He stood you upright on your feet once you entered the room. He helped you get dressed into pajamas, so you’d be much more comfortable. He made sure you were okay before helping you lay into bed. Feeling the smooth, cold sheets under you, you sighed, finally calm enough to let your muscles relax. Always on the run, always stressed, always feeling something other than happiness. Jeongin was what kept you alive, and he made sure you knew that you were his world.

“Jeongin?” Your tired eyes opened a bit more, enough to watch him remove his shirt and slip on some sweats, revealing the hard muscles covered in tattoos and scars, too much pain imprinted on his body for his age, but you couldn’t say anything different about your own. Minus all the tattoos, you had a few, but not nearly as many as Jeongin had.

He looked over his shoulder at you and hummed, urging you to continue. “Can you leave the door open a bit please? I want to feel the breeze.” Without denying you or letting you know he was going to open the door; he just did. The door had a screen behind it, making sure no rodents or big bugs made their way in. He left the screen door fully shut but cracked the actual door a bit. You watched him bend down to grab the thick wooden rod, which he placed in the door’s track, so no one could open the door enough to enter the room from the outside.

Making sure the door was as secure as it could be with following your request of leaving it open, he turned around to face you in the bed. He slid in, laying in the middle of the bed so he could reach you. Your body was slack so when Jeongin pulled you to him, there was no resistance. This was how you always slept, your body curled up, and Jeongin’s curled up behind you, an act of protection, even in his sleep. His hands were wrapped around your stomach, always ready to pull you back if someone tried to take you from him.

Listening to the wind whistle and feeling the breeze on your skin along with Jeongin’s steady breath on your neck, you returned to sleep, wishing to stay in this state of mind with Jeongin forever.

However, all good things must come to an end. The alarm clock of habit in your head made sure you didn’t sleep past seven in the morning, but given you had an extremely late night, it cut you some slack. When you finally blinked your eyes open, in the fuzzy, morning sight, you saw that the actual alarm clock on the bed side table read ‘9:32’.

Jeongin’s arm was still wrapped around you, in the same position he was in when he fell asleep, ever the snoozer. But when he felt you rustle, he finally moved, but his movements were fluid, not being held back with the stiffness of sleep.

“Did you just wake up?” Your voice was hoarse, complimenting your dry throat perfectly.

“No, I’ve been up since seven, just decided to stay in bed.” He kissed the back of your head, breathing in the smell of your hair.

You rolled over, causing Jeongin to do the same. “I’m glad you were able to sleep in.” He looked over at you, smiling at your hair covering your face.

“I’m sorry you weren’t.” He shrugged the best he could while lying down but you still didn’t like how he brushed it off, he needed the sleep, just as much as you if not more.

“Well this was what we signed up for.” Both of you stared up at the ceiling, tired of everything. So young but already cursed with the evils of the world. “We didn’t sign up for shit Jeongin, we were born into this mess. My parents and your parents had us just to be the next heirs of their stupid ass gangster mob.” You rolled your eyes and rolled over to face him. The slight breeze entered the room through the opening, only protected by the screen door.

You wholeheartedly believed that if you hadn’t fallen in love with Jeongin you would’ve ended everything by now, blinded by the bad and unable to see what good was still left in the world. Jeongin was the only good still left in the world, or at least the only thing you cared enough about at this point.

Even though the both of you should probably talk about your problems more, whenever you do, you’d get tired of it, quickly.

“I love you Jeongin.” You rolled over on your side and looked at him. He smiled and did the same, now facing you as well. Jeongin reached for you, “I love you too, thanks for putting up with me and my shit.” You just laughed and sat up a bit, just enough to lean over to him, placing your lips on his.

Jeongin tightened his arms around you, moving them down to your hips, you giggled against his mouth, causing him to smile. Pulling back slightly, taking in his features, he was smiling with his eyes, something he rarely ever did. You kissed his smile and shivered, the wind picking up, reminding you that you forgot to close the door. What was going to be just a small peck deepened, like always.

You decided to go with the flow and take it a step further.

Hoisting yourself up on your left knee, you swung your right one over Jeongin’s hips. With a lazy smile, his hands drug up your legs, caressing the skin until they lightly grasp your hips.

Leaning down to connect your lips, the both of you smiled into the kiss, your teeth lightly touched, and you pulled back to giggle. “Jeongin~” He rolled your hips into his. The clothed friction was nice, but not enough.

Jeongin could feel your need, the urgency evident in your shallow thrusts. “Lift up a bit” you listened to his soft voice, lifting your hips so he could hook his thumbs in your shorts and panties waistband and pull them down all at once. After they were over your ass, you finished removing them yourself. And while you were off of Jeongin, you took the opportunity to pull down his own sweats and briefs.

You had to hold yourself from physically jumping on him, but it seemed like he was having the same debate. The room was quiet except for your breathing and the sound of the rain pitter pattering outside. The cold drops falling from the sky just intensified the chilled draft in the room, but with your bare skin against Jeongin’s, it was tolerable.

Sitting back on Jeongin’s pelvis, you leaned down, slotting your lips against his. Your breasts were pressed against his chest, your pebbled nipples taunt against his own. The feeling of the nubs flicking against each other caused your back to dip in an arch. With your back arching your pussy rubbed against Jeongin’s cock. The wet lips of your cunt spread slightly at the intrusion of his dick, your arousal lubing him up enough that once you lifted your hips just enough to take his cock in your hand and slip it in your wanton hole.

Jeongin groaned against your mouth, taking the back of your neck in his hand and using it as leverage to push your mouth to his even more.

Moving your hips while laying down proved to be more challenging than you had originally thought. Placing a longing kiss against his lips once more, you pushed off Jeongin’s chest and held your back straight, allowing your hips to move freely.

Feeling his cock move so deeply within you, you could feel him in your stomach, just below your belly button. Needing more, you lifted off him for a second before slamming back down and speeding up your moments.

Jeongin placed his hands on the curve of your hips and dug his nails in slightly. Biting his lip and matching your thrusts, he was entranced by the sight above him.

Your eyes were glossed over, so overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through your veins, your hair was a mess, not only from being asleep but also the movement, baby hairs sticking to your face from the sweat that was starting to form. But although these were all gorgeous sights to Jeongin, what took first place was your bouncing tits. With every thrust they would cause a slapping sound from them bouncing back and hitting your skin.

Moving his hands from your hips and trailing his fingertips along your soft skin, Jeongin grabbed your chest. Playing with the mounds of flesh sitting heavy in his hands, he squished them, pushed them together, and pinched your nipples.

Pinching them particularly tightly, you squealed and clenched your pussy around his cock. Jeongin groaned, feeling the constriction that had surrounded him.

You shivered again, but this time wasn’t because of Jeongin. The breeze coming from outside began to pick up. Nipples pulled taunt from the cold air wrapping around your body, the feeling was contrasted by Jeongin’s warm fingers going back to playing with them.

Everything soon became almost too much. Each roll of your hips caused his tip to brush against the gummy spot inside of you, plus your clit would meet with the bone of his pelvis, causing two sources of stimulation, or course without mentioning the attention and torture your breasts were receiving.

Each pinch and thrust caused little shocks of electricity to shoot throughout your body and those little bursts of pleasure fueled you to move faster. Jeongin picked up on your impatience and decided to take things into his own hands.

Flipping over, your back hit the soft, plush bedding. Jeongin took a hold under your knee, and hoisted your leg above his shoulder, resting it on the broad muscle. Jackhammering his hips into yours, the sound of the rain was no longer heard and the wind hitting your body was ignored. All you could hear was the sound of you and your lover’s skin meeting and all you could feel was the knot in your lower stomach hanging on by a threat.

Your edge was so close but still out of reach, crying out, you gripped Jeongin’s arms, feeling the muscles hidden underneath the skin flex from the feeling of your nails digging in.

Soon his thrusts turned sloppy, unable to hold a consistent rhythm. Dropping to his left elbow, he hid his face in your neck, ruthlessly sucking and biting at your sweet spot. But that wasn’t enough for either of you, with his free hand, he traveled it down your body to the apex of your thighs. Taking his middle and ring finger, he relentlessly played with the nub of nerves.

All of a sudden, you broke. Yelling out into the air, you closed your eyes and clamped your legs against Jeongin’s torso. His hips chased his own high, barely letting you ride out yours, he kept you in that moment of white heat until his own high hit him.

Groaning into your hair, his hips snapped slower, finally allowing you to ride out your high, his thrusts turned into shallow rolls. Your hips no longer met and soon your muscles didn’t jolt periodically as you were finally coming back to the ground, no longer up in the clouds.

Jeongin stayed hidden in your hair for a few minutes, just holding you close to his body, protecting you from anything and everything.

“I love you, so fucking much. And, I’m gonna get us out of this life, I promise. We finish this last mission, and we can move away. Move away to the middle of nowhere, fill it with our kids.”

You bit your lip, trying to stop yourself from smiling too hard. “Can we have a wrap-around porch?”

“Yeah, a wrap-around porch and whatever else you want. I’ll give you the fucking world.”

Scratching Jeongin’s scalp, your smile couldn’t be contained once he let out a purr like sound. You giggled and kissed the side of his head.

“Jeongin, let’s go clean up.” Shaking his head, Jeongin just tightened his grip on you.

The sweet and comfortable moment that was once filled with playing with Jeongin’s hair and listening to the rain was ruined by the blaring noise of Jeongin’s phone ringing.

He groaned in your hair again, this time from annoyance but nonetheless rolled off of you and onto his back. Blindly reaching for his phone, Jeongin mumbled a couple of curses.

Once his fingertips were able to grasp the phone, he brought it to his vision and groaned at the caller ID.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you were the one who told me to take this break.”

You couldn’t hear the other person but you followed in Jeongin’s path and laid on his chest, drawing circles on the span of his chest.

“Are you serious? I finally get a fucking moment to just breathe with my girlfriend and you take it away! There are 15 other people a part of our team. Literally pair up Seungmin and Momo, boom I just fixed it for you!”

Jeongin rubbed your arm, kissed your head, and rolled out from under you. He stood up straight, with his back to you, and ran a hand through his disheveled hair. You smiled at the sight of his bare ass and you couldn’t help but reach out and pinch the temptingly soft skin.

The man on the phone jumped a bit, startled by your joke. Rolling back over to your original position, you just smiled at him, it wasn’t innocent, but playful.

Jeongin turned to face you and looked at you. How your hair was a mess from him running his fingers through it, how your skin had that after sex glow to it, and how your eyes were set on him. It was evident that you loved him and he knew that you would never know the extent of his love for you. He couldn’t even fathom it.

Without his smile faltering, he ended the phone call with a, “Okay jackass, thanks for ruining my day.” But even if his smile stood its ground, yours didn’t. Molding your lips into frown, you brought up the sheet, intending for him to slide back into bed. Your intentions were innocent, but of course, Jeongin was given the view of your body, freshly marked with kisses and bruises from him. Raising his eyebrows and smiling growing sinister, he climbed back into bed, accepting your invitation.

“Get whatever is in your head out. I’m tired again.” You poked at his chest accusingly, but the both of you knew that there wasn’t a single complaint behind each jab at his pec.

“So, what was that all about?” You were worried from the little snippet of the conversation that we were able to hear. “We have another mission tonight.” Jeongin rolled his eyes, annoyed that someone is trying to steal your alone time away.

“What is it?” You didn’t move from your spot, even though you probably should sooner rather than later. “Park Jinyoung has some giant drug trade at a club tonight, one of the guys who snuck into his team told us. You and I are supposed to play the unsuspicious horny couple on the dance floor. When we see him move to the basement of the club, we’re supposed to pretend to head to the bathroom to “bang” but follow them when they aren't looking.”

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"Why are all the guys we have to hunt down hiding in clubs?" Your back was still pressed flushed to Jeongin's chest as you swayed to the music sensually, but still aware of your surroundings. His head was on your shoulder, his mouth next to your ear, "Because men are disgusting." He kissed your neck when you giggled.

"You're a man, what does that say about you?" Smirking and side eyeing him, waiting for his answer. "I have my own disgusting thoughts about you, but I keep them to myself." You felt his tongue trace the shell of your ear.

Jeongin always managed to set a fire deep within your core. His hands were sliding down your sides and landed on your hips. He was wearing a black button down with the sleeves rolled up, exposing his tattoos. The veins that ran up and down the length of his exposed skin distracted you, you wanted the muscles to flex, causing his veins to become more prominent.

“I know you like my arms and hands baby, but you gotta stay on task.” You could feel his smile against your neck and his hardening dick on your ass. Tearing your eyes from their desired view, you moved your head to the side, towards Jeongin’s ear. “You’re the one that’s off task, you’re getting hard just from dancing.”

“With grinding against an ass like yours, no one can really blame me.”

Letting out a soft moan at the feeling of his lips sucking a bruise into your neck, you rolled your hips back against his crotch. “Jeongin, we can’t right now.” You wanted to, but you simply couldn’t.

“You’re right, it’s just so hard, you make me so hard.” Jeongin tightened his grip on your hips and turned you around. He planted a harsh yet passionate on your lips and forced his tongue through your lips. Your hands took purchase in his hair and pulled the strands taunt. His hands did the same but with the skin on your ass. He squeezed the muscle so tightly; you were sure that he’d leave handprints.

Moaning and gasping into the other’s mouth, you ignored your surroundings, which was not something the two of you did often. Jeongin kicked your legs apart and bent his knee a bit, allowing you to use his thigh. “Jeongin” you moaned, the music drowning out your noises.

~Jeongin!~

Hearing Jeongin’s name through the earpieces broke the two of you out of whatever spell you were under.

~We can see both of you. Please stick to the plan. The target is on the move.” ~

You rolled your eyes and looked around, continuing to dance with Jeongin. He’s just as irritated as soon as he is lost in the vision of you. He’s taken right back out of it. Grumbling, Jeongin gripped your hips and continued to sway to the music.

“Alright, I see him. It's time baby.” You smiled, happy that this was going to be your last mission.

You watched as Park Jinyoung and his men headed to the basement, leaving their spots at the bar vacant. You nodded at Momo, who played bartender for the night. She winked at you, letting you know that she was able to spike their drinks. Following their path, you and Jeongin stopped at the bathroom line, he pushed you against the wall so you could peek over his shoulder, keeping your eyes on the man of the hour.

“Okay, they’re all inside, they didn’t leave anyone as a lookout.” You whispered into Jeongin’s neck, but before pulling away, you left a teasing kiss. He looked down at you with a glare, but you knew there was no malicious intent behind it.

Jeongin nodded at the security camera, knowing that Jisung was watching the two of you.

~Alright everyone, let’s go~

Changbin walked past Jeongin, tapping his back to give him the signal. The two of you followed him down the stairs into the basement. Ducking below all the windows that separated you to them, you headed to the door.

Chan, Naeyeon, Sana, and Felix were ready to attack them from the other side of the room. Then, Minho and Seungmin were placed as bouncers, guarding the two main doors into the club. The back door was being watched by Tyuzu and Jeongyeon. Lastly, Chaeyoung and Jihyo were ready to attack if they got past everyone else.

Mina and Dahyun, as the getaway drivers, were waiting for the 15 of you to get out of there before the police showed up once they were called. It was a large team, but Park Jinyoung had a sea of men behind him, and just tonight, there were probably 30 littered around the club. But you guys had rage feuling you. The death of your team member and friend was enough to make you kill anyone that stood in your way.

~3~

Changbin, Jeongin, and you all looked at each other. Changbin had handed you weapons during the descent of the stairs, they were now loaded and cocked back.

~2~

The three of you took a collective breath.

~1~

Fixing your footing, you and Jeongin smiled at each other.

~Now~

Changbin kicked down the door, Chan did the same on the other side, and you, Jeongin, Sana, and Felix all took cover behind various objects around the room. Open fire rained down. Park Jinyoung made a run for it, leaving his men to fight his battles for him. No one was able to get a direct shot at him, Sana was only able to skim his shoulder as he ran upstairs.

You could hear people yelling upstairs, but with Seungmin, Minho, and Momo as the next line of defense, you weren’t worried.

~I got him guys~

Of course, it was Seungmin.

~We’re gonna head out to the cars and pull around back~

The showdown didn’t last as long as you thought it would. Obviously, they weren’t expecting to be raided as they quickly ran out of ammo.

“Alright, I think we got them all, let’s get out of here guys.” Chan spoke the first words since the raid began and you were relieved that it was over. Or at least, Jeongin and you were going to ask for it to be the end.

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“We can’t promise that the two of you will never be called but I can promise that you will be called significantly less.” Jeongin and you had asked Minho if you could have a talk with him. He understood as the two of you are getting older and this isn’t the life you wanted nor the life you signed up for.

“Thank you sir.” Nodding your heads in thanks, you turned your backs to him, ready to leave.

“One thing!” Minho called once your hand grasped the door handle. Turning around, Jeongin was able to grab whatever Minho had thrown your way in mid air. Once the object hit his hand, a jingle was heard.

“Enjoy that wrap around porch. The team and I will be sure to visit once you get settled”.

[andimoon]

@ye0liessunshine || HIII can I send a request with a chanyeol smut using prompts #14, #31 and #39 ? <<33

Hello lovely reader!! Thank you for your request! This one took me some time as this is my second time writing smut. It’s the filthiest thing I’ve ever written. 🫠 I hope you enjoy!! 18+

Word count: 3.8K

Warning: graphic smut, exhibitionism, mild hand fixations, Dom!Chanyeol, Bratty/Quiet reader, power plays.

Chanyeol x reader

FwB to Lovers, established relationship au.

Graphic smut

14.“There’s nothing wrong with getting a little dirty.”

31. “You’re making a scene.”

39. “Shut up, I’m trying to fuck you.”

Today had been a hard day, work was long and unnecessarily stressful, as it tended to be. The only thing that kept you going was the ideal of soaking in steamy soapy water with music playing around you and the scent of your favorite bath bombs. To get the grime of the day off of your skin and fully wash away any thought of work for the rest of the night. Maybe if you were lucky you’d be able to share a glass of wine with your new boyfriend. Or, if you were even more lucky, you’d get to feel his warm touch and spend the night in his embrace. The few days you’d gone without seeing him, without touching him, loving him, left you pent up and agitated. You suppose what they say about new relationships was true.

Your heels ached and you’d long ago removed the three inch abominations you were forced to wear every day, stumbling barefoot into your apartment. You dropped your bag, your keys, undoing the ridiculous hairstyle that had been pulling at one single strand of hair for hours. Your job was fine, you’d finally made it high enough on the corporate ladder to not have to worry about money, but the stress that came with your position was borderline unbearable. And that uniform killed you every single day. Your brain pounded. Only one thing kept you moving, one thing that prevented you from collapsing right then and there on the nearest surface; Bath. As it lured you in, you dropped everything, including your clothes in your path. You’ll pick them up after your muscles relaxed and your stresses melted away in that lovely lavender scent bomb you’d been saving away for a special occasion.

The moment you sank into the water was bliss, pro tip from a magazine you came across at work; always take a quick shower before getting into a bath with a bath bomb. You could feel the minerals seeping into your skin and willing your muscles and bones to relax.

It was like nothing else mattered as you reveled in the moment of pampering. And then a few consecutive chimes from your phone sitting on the closed toilet seat just within your grasp. You swore to god, if it was a text from work about something else needing to be redone, you were going to lose your fucking mind. With a few rough taps, your screen came to life and the two little hearts on the outsides of his name instantly calmed the storm inside you.

‘I’m outside your house. Are you home?’

‘I know I have the code and everything, but I want to see you.’

‘Are you home, baby?’

The texts came in ramped succession and the little chuckle that escaped you was involuntary. Your fingertips were still slightly slippery from the soapy water and you didn’t want to risk dropping your phone into it. That little device was what kept your head above the raging storm in the office. So instead, you dialed. Midway through the first ring, you heard his deep gravelly voice. “Baby? Did you see my text?” You could hear movement and rustling on the other side of the line, you hummed in response.

“Yeah, I’m home,” you adjusted and jammed your hip against the side of the tub, a small ached groan left your lips, “just come on up. I’m taking a bath right now, but we can have dinner together if you’re free.”

You heard the car door close on the line and his breath was slightly shaky as he walked, you assumed he parked in your garage as he usually did. “Alright, I’ll see you in a second and we can talk.”

Normally those words would bring an aura of anxiety within you, but his tone and the easiness in it soothed you. Not to mention the exhaustion in your bones. Chanyeol had been your boyfriend for a solid three months at this point, before that you were friends with benefits for almost a year. Yoel had a way of making you feel comfortable, even with his annoying pouts and tantrums, he was everything you needed, your other half, and you knew you could rely on him no matter what. Even when you were at the peak of your exhaustion and frustrations, even when you were picking a fight, he understood you, he accepted you and soothed you. And he was teaching you to be more honest and straightforward with your thoughts and emotions. Somewhere in your mind you knew it was meant to be, you were meant to find this man, and he was meant to be yours. Even when either of you fucked up, and you had plenty of times, the way you talked together came naturally and it was easy to come to an agreement. You loved it. And you knew you didn’t deserve him.

The front door chimed as he input the code, and the motion sensor sang a little welcome to the man. You could hear his footsteps but they lagged a little in their path to you, and when your boyfriend showed up in the doorway, you couldn’t help but bask in his glory. The suit he wore clung to his body perfectly, somehow accenting the thickness of his thighs and the broadness of his shoulders and his black locks looked heavenly the way they were brushed back atop his head. God how you missed him. You let out a teasing little whistle and he smirked in response, leaning against the doorframe and you could tell he was admiring your naked frame under the bubbles. Suddenly his hand lifted the collection of your clothing, the way he held it all in three fingers was both annoying and oddly satisfying somewhere deep inside you. “Hard day?”

“Too many things went wrong today,” your skin burned the longer you stared at each other and you leaned against the cool side of the tub, lifting your body a bit to give your lover a better view of your chest, “But I left that behind when I clocked out.” That was something Chanyeol had shown you to do. There’s no point in stressing over work when you’re not being paid for it. Your time off was for you. The little sound he made confirmed it. “Are you staying with me tonight?”

A few steps into the bathroom and he stood looming over you. It was hard to see his face from your angle but you admired the way the suit clung to his hips, the mouthwatering bulge, and the way the smooth fabric guided your eyes down the expanse of his luscious thighs and long legs. Suddenly feeling hyper aware of your complete lack of clothing. The air was heavy for a moment before he crouched in front of you, his eyes were dark and lustful as they met yours and the smirk on his lips left you dizzy, “Actually,” his voice was so much deeper and the rasp robbed you of any oxygen you might’ve had in your lungs, much to his amusement, “I want to take you out tonight. I’m meeting the guys for dinner at an event, we can bring guests.” You honestly didn’t really want to go, you had everything you wanted then and there, but you wanted to support him. He mentioned the event like it wasn’t that important but you knew he was proud of his work and there was something in his eyes that piqued your interest. The silence was challenging, and rare for Chanyeol. Your chest felt like it would cave under his gaze and you exhaled a heavy breath.

The water was no longer hot and your fingers had already started to shrivel so you pulled the drain and stood in all your naked, goosebumped glory. You could feel your skin tingle in the wake of his wandering stare and the little bob of his throat was unmistakable.

“Oh yeah? You’re taking me out tonight?” You were actively teasing him and the man’s face crumbled in an instant as he shuffled back and out of the bathroom, you chuckled and walked up to him, pressing a damp palm against his stomach in a spot far too low and you knew it would leave him reeling. You knew all his little buttons that had him begging to get between your legs. The little growl he released rattled in your chest.

That perfect pink tongue of his darted out to wet his lips and you were mesmerized by it for a moment. “I want to take you out,” he said a little weaker than last time, but you watched his face closely as he came to a conclusion in his mind and spoke with more conviction, “and I promise to take very good care of you for your troubles, little siren.”

So if you went out with him tonight, he’d fuck you the way you craved? That didn’t sound like a bad deal in your mind. “Okay,” you brushed past him to get ready, he was over dressed so you went to the fancier side of your closet to find something that would catch eyes. Your boyfriend had a way of becoming the center of attention and you knew if you didn’t dress the part you’d shatter under his spotlight, especially if he was dressed like that.

At some point he’d followed you to your bedroom, sitting on your bed with his legs spread just a little wider than usual. It was inviting. “That’s it? You do want to go, then.” He leaned his elbows on his knees and the amusement in his eyes left you wanting to do unspeakable things.

“I want to be with you.” You found a maxi dress at the back of your wardrobe and pulled it out. The gorgeous shades of dark greens left the gown looking ethereal, and the soft tulle off-the-shoulder sleeves were so comfortable. After a moment you stepped out of the small closet with the gown mostly on. “Help me with the zipper?” Yeol loved this gown almost as much as you did. You’d worn this dress on the first night you spent together. You recalled the way the tall slit drove him crazy, the way he had removed it from you so slowly, taking in every second in this very room. His sharp breath returned you to reality and he was suddenly right behind you. Hot fingertips brushed your hair to the side, feathering over the sensitive spot he loved to kiss. His touch was torturously slow, purposely lining a path down your spine all the way to the bottom of the opened zipper. It was so hard to breathe, how you wanted to crawl onto him and ride him until he gave into you.

Your lover went to get his car after the dress, and you got ready at lightning speed, makeup, check. Hair, check. Shoes, check. Purse, keys, wallet. Check, check, and check. You were surprised you made it out of the house at all with your body’s reaction to seeing Chanyeol. It had only been a few days for god’s sake. Being in such an enclosed space with him was dangerous. The seductive scent of his cologne and his natural musk, it was so hot in here, and your legs were trembling ever so slightly. It was hard to think about anything else but the fantasies playing behind your eyes. You couldn’t look at him as you talked and eventually, “Are you mad? Did you really not want to go out?”

“I’m not mad,” you responded in truth, reaching for his large hand resting on your thigh, your own looked so small in comparison. “You’re overwhelming,” your head lulled to look at him, the way his tie sat so perfectly on his chest. You imagined him using the fabric to tie your hands, or to cover your eyes, “You look so fucking good, and I’m so weak to you.” He risked a glance at you as he drove and this time you were openly ogling him, letting your eyes linger in all the spots you wanted to taste, to touch, to fuck.

That dark tone was back, “Oh yeah?” His tongue peeked out and he bit down on it. The memories of his eyes peeking up at you from between your legs flashed in your mind and you couldn’t help the little whimper that resonated from somewhere in your chest, you had to look away again. This time he laughed at your reaction. “So what I’m hearing is, that pretty little mind of yours is thinking about dirty things? And you can’t control yourself if you look?”

He talked too much, his words affected you too much. It was too hot and too hard to breathe and you simply hummed in response because god forbid you say something that digs you into a deeper hole. “That’s okay, baby,” he was speaking again, this time in a knowing tone that made you want to smack him, “We’ll just stay for a little while. Then we’ll go through all your little thoughts. How does that sound?”

He lied. You hadn’t stayed for a little while. Two hours later and you were still at this fucking event. Seeing Chanyeol at work while you were pent up and frustrated was a recipe for disaster. The whiplash from; look, little puppy chanyeolie, to Yes, Daddy. Whatever you say, Daddy. You wanted to pull your hair out. Why did you agree to this again? You kept drinking, champagne tasted like complete ass but it was readily available and would help you deal with the boiling in the pit of your stomach. Probably by your third glass a woman’s voice was calling over the intercom for everyone to take their seats for dinner. Chanyeol pulled you to sit next to him and you heard the inhale he took, “Are you drunk?”

“Oh now you see me?” The bitterness rang in your tone. He’d been so busy talking to other guests that he had hardly spoken more than two sentences to you since you arrived. That wasn’t really why you were upset, though. You knew he was working and you shouldn’t have snapped at him like that, but it would be too embarrassing to admit the real reason you were upset. You risked a glance at the rest of the table, the other couples were too busy with each other to even notice. “I tell you what you do to me and you ignore me during an event like this?” You pouted, and you knew it was childish. Maybe you were a little drunk, the words came out carelessly. Chanyeol replaced your drink with a glass of water before you could take another sip.

“I wasn’t ignoring you,” he responded as the lights dimmed and a large projector lit up with some kind of campaign, it looked familiar. Something he’d been producing for a short while, he rarely mentioned it. “You’re overwhelming.” A feeling of déjà vu.

He wanted you just as much, to say he’d been avoiding you would be a stretch, but now the lack of glances in your direction made more sense. He needed to control himself and wouldn’t be able to if his eyes touched yours. “Then why are we still here?” This time you spoke softer and leaned into your boyfriend a bit, pretending to be watching the campaign and he leaned his lips into your hair as he spoke.

“Because I want to show you off.” You felt the heat of his palm as it slowly ran down the side of your leg, you held your breath as his fingers slipped into the front slip of the gown, pulling your leg through and feathering touches against your inner thigh, inching upwards the same way he had done your first night. “You look so good when I touch you.” His voice was sultry, his hot breath filling every cell in your body. You were so thankful for the darkness and the tablecloth that hid Yeol’s adventurous hand.

“You’re going to get your hand dirty if you keep doing this, Yeolie. What if someone notices?” As much as you tried to hide it, your voice trembled with the warning.

“There’s nothing wrong with getting a little dirty.” He purred, “but if you’re really worried, you’ll clean up whatever mess you make.”

It happened so slowly, you could feel his nails prodding against you. The movement of soaked fabric and you felt how those long fingers entered you at a snail's pace, how they just kept going deeper and deeper and you nearly moaned. Your hands were so much smaller than Chanyeols, that was never more evident than when he had them inside you. They reached places you never could, pressing on the sensitive little buttons inside you and all you could think was how good it felt as his warmth radiated. Whatever was on the screen finished and the guests all clapped and roared, you jolted at the reminder of how public this place was. Chanyeol's fingers froze with his hand pressed firmly against you, two digits sitting inside you. And he lifted the table cover over both your laps as the lights came on. It was intoxicating. A stranger walked up onto the center stage to introduce another product, the lights dimmed once more so your boyfriend continued, slowly curling the digits inside you and pressing on that perfect spot. You wanted to scream and you were terrified to move, what if someone noticed? What if you got arrested for public indecency? But it felt so good, the risk left your adrenaline on edge.

The announcement showed but your vision blurred, the more he curled and wiggled inside you, the hotter you felt. Your dress was probably ruined, you could even hear the occasional faint squish that he quietly coughed over as naturally as possible. Every nerve in your body was on fire and you reached for his wrist under the cloth and he raised an eyebrow at you, seemingly unbothered. The moment your eyes touched his hand was moving again, pressing against all the right places. Your mind was foggy and you were in the verge of boiling over, it was hard to hold in your noises. You squeeze his wrist tightly as he pulled a whimper out of you, “Yeollie, not here.” Your voice was nearly gone, muffling the sounds in your throat. He froze and he snuck a glance at the other guests at the oversized table, luckily it was still mostly dark enough to hide your antics.

“You’re making a scene.” The words were like ice water to the face, and the amusement in his eyes embarrassed you further. You hid your face in his shoulder, “Good girl.” He hummed just for you, pressing a kiss against your temple as those fingertips slid right out of you, he slipped them into his mouth, sucking like you were as sweet as icing and your lips suddenly felt dry. The rest of the event was a blur. Chanyeol was by your side and you both excused yourselves early. You needed to get this man inside you as soon as humanly possible.

The little motion detector welcomed you and you heard the door click closed when you finally, finally, made it to your house. Air felt heavy around you, it was so quiet as you both removed your shoes and stepped into the silent home. You didn’t realize you’d been holding your breath until you were pressed against a wall, all at once his mouth was on you, his teeth pulling and biting at your lips, at your neck. Your head was spinning. “You’re so fucking pretty, baby.” He growled into your skin, all at once he reached behind you and undid the zipper, roughing pulling the gown off of you and his lips were back. The desperation in his heated kiss matched yours, you were drugged by the sweetness on his tongue. Your bra came off and his harsh hands massaged your breasts, pulling and pinching at the sensitive numbs before you somehow ended up on the couch in the midst of it all. You hadn’t even realized you’d been moving until the black leather pressed cold against your chest and cheek. Your hips rested on the arm rest, propping up your body for your boyfriend to have the perfect view of what he wanted most.

Not once had the man reached for his clothing and once again you were left mostly bare and him entirely too dressed, but the imbalance ignited something in you. His curious digits lined the bottom of your thighs, pulling at the edges of your lacy underwear. God damn, he was taking so long, you needed him inside you so badly, “Chanyeol,” somehow your tone was stronger than you thought possible and finally his eyes met yours, dark and wanting. The short gasps you shared, the same hot flush on his cheeks you felt on your own, “Just do it already.” As if to accent your words, the little roll of your hips caught on his arousal and you hummed in satisfaction, he hissed and pushed your hips back down, landing a firm slap on the pump flesh.

“So impatient.” A harsh pull as his tie came undone and his clothed body pressed against your naked back, he reached for your hands, blindly tying your wrists has he had time and time again, lips and teeth pressing and scraping and biting on every patch of skin he could touch. “You’re such a slut, I can’t even take my time with you anymore,” he reprimanded and you heard a little zip before he pushed in all at once. It stung and your hole clung to him desperately, he hissed and released a low growl against your ear, not giving you even a second to adjust before he was pushing your hips down and slamming into you again and again.

“Wait,” you cried out, overwhelmed and sensitive, with every thrust of his hips he pulled embarrassing sounds out of you. This was what you wanted, but your body was struggling to catch up to the fast pace of it all, “Yeollie, wait.”

“Shut up, I’m trying to fuck you.” It was animalistic and harsh, and fuck it felt so good. Not once had his back breaking pace hesitated, “Isn’t that what you wanted, little siren?” He pushed deep inside you and held you there, pushing against the deepest point inside you and your bounded hands clawed at the couch, your body recoiling from the intensity and he pulled your hips back to meet his, “Such a good fucking girl.” Those eyes glistened darkly, ravishing you. You were in for a long night.

[emmy-dekarios-bg3]

Heart of the Weave - A Baldurs Gate fanfiction - part 3

Chapter 2

The ceremony ends and we all make our toasts to celebrate their married life together, and then end the lively event with a delicious chocolate cake that Rolan made from scratch. Who knew he had such incredible baking skills? Everyone ended up leaving rather late, and I won’t lie, it was rather fun. The socialization, the laughter, the memories we all shared from our adventures… Ah.

Rolan is the last to leave, downing a final glass of wine before heading out.

“Well, I enjoyed being in your company, you two. The wedding was exquisite. I better head out, though. I worry about the kind of trouble Cal and Lia could get up to while I’m away from my precious tower,” Rolan comments, downing the last sip of his wine.

“I’m just glad you’re okay after the catastrophic circumstances with the Bhaalists,” Gale mentions, bouncing our sleepy baby in his arm. Rolan and his siblings were definitely some of the ones we were horrified of losing in that entire situation, though I had a feeling the Bhaalists found them as a threat somehow.

“It was horrifying for sure. Cal and Lia don’t exactly know how to protect themselves, but we managed like we normally do.” He sighs and opens the front door to leave. “I’m staying at the Inn down the street. Let’s all catch up tomorrow morning before I head back to Baldur’s Gate.” Gale and I exchange glances with one another and smile in agreement, thrilled to see yet another good friend that’s been through so much with us.

“Sounds great, friend. See you tomorrow,” I mention as he closes the door behind him. Hopefully he didn’t drink too much and he’ll make it to the Inn with zero issues whatsoever. Jenevelle is now passed out in Gale’s arms and I definitely can’t blame him; she’s never been part of a large outing before. Gale quietly steps toward me, a smile on his face as he leans in to kiss my forehead.

“Now I’ve got you all to myself…well, once the baby is in bed.” I smile and stare up at him for a moment, enjoying every second of his warm company. “I want to embrace your body, discovering every inch of it with my fingertips under the comforters.” We take Jenevelle to her room and place her in the crib, and she doesn’t move a muscle. We admire our little miracle for a moment, and it’s just now I’ve come to a realization that every obstacle we’ve gone through was worth it. All for her.

Gale and I are now lying in bed, absorbing the touch of one another with our bare flesh. His hand is traveling down my naked waist as I have my hand on his chest while our bodies are cuddled under the heavy blankets. Everything is finally okay. It’s been two years since the horrors of the Bhaal rampage and the destruction of the source of their mass production, thanks to my wonderful husband and friends. At least, I hope it was fully destroyed. I feel so bad for that poor dragonborn. Stop thinking about it, Emmy. It’s over now. I eyeball my handsome husband as he admires my face and gently pushes my hair back behind my ears, relaxing me.

“I love you Gale,” I murmur, my eyes closing from the calming feeling that nearly puts me into a heavy slumber. I can feel his fingertips barely brushing against my flesh. Our eyes are still glued on one another as we drink in each other’s presence like a bloodthirsty vampire with fresh skin. His aroma is similar to lavender and the sweet scent of skullcap leaves.

“I love you too, baby. Is something on your mind, my love?” I place my hand on his cheek, feeling the gentleness of his beard underneath the palm of my hand.

“No, not at all,” I assure him. “I’m just glad everything is alright. Time with good friends, a happy baby, watching Shadowheart and Astarion’s lives flourish after everything they’ve been through. It’s been a nice change.”

“And I wouldn’t change any of it. The only predicament I’d change would be the fact our baby can’t age. I was definitely looking forward to teaching her magic.” He sighs, but his smile doesn’t fade. “No, no. Positive thoughts. With that being said, I am more than thankful for our daughter and I can’t imagine life without her.”

I turn off the lantern on my nightstand next to my side of the bed and curl up next to Gale once more so I may attempt to fall asleep. For whatever reason, I feel a peculiar presence nearby, but I can’t seem to locate anything within the bedroom. Whatever it is, it’s beyond unsettling. Oh please just let it be my fucking imagination.

“Baby? Is everything alright?” Gale asks. He must have felt me move around to study the room.

“Yes, yes. I’m alright honey, I just can’t seem to fall asleep. Being immortal, y’know, makes it hard.” The presence is haunting me by making my mind tense up as I try to get comfortable, eating away at my nerves like a starved rat. An echo of familiar laughter plays within my mind as I notice shadows dancing around the room, which eventually fade into black dust. What the actual hell is happening?

My eyes eventually closed but it took about a solid hour. Whatever was in the room with us was definitely there and not my imagination, and it was a visitor I’m sure I’ve had before; one that was once alive.

I wake up feeling rather groggy, which is unusual as an immortal. I haven’t felt this way since Jenevelle was born. I’m not exactly tired since I’m always filled with endless energy, but it’s as if someone, or something, crawled into my skull and ate the brain matter within it. I drag my feet to Jenevelle’s room and notice Gale happily playing with her as he’s getting her changed and dressed for the day. He notices me as I enter the room, a smile flashing on his handsome face; he doesn’t seem a bit phased at all from the terror last night. Maybe he slept through it all, or maybe it’s just me.

“Oh, good morning love. How did you sleep?” His voice is so full of life, as if it could light up an entire room.

“Pretty well, but erm… I woke up feeling mindless, like I can’t think straight. Do you feel the same or is that just me?” He hesitates for a moment, observing my blank face.

“Hmm, no, I can’t say that I feel the same. I think perhaps you drank too much at the wedding yesterday.” He finishes putting a diaper on Jenevelle, then slides her into a soft, thin wool dress, laced with baby pink thread. I don’t want to mention the unusual feeling that crept up on me last night, because it’s very possible I was just paranoid; maybe even anxious for some unknown reason. Hm. I pick up Jenevelle from the changing mat and hold her close for a moment, kissing her soft silky brown hair that smells of fresh lilacs.

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[w3ath3r-0f-sw34t3rz]

remember that time i chose a top ten for all of my favorite artists? no you don't but i'm gonna re-do it. and so

forcing myself to pick a top ten (in no particular order except for the top 3) for my favorite artists. why? because!

cavetown

this is home

boys will be bugs

it's u

devil town

pyjama pants

snake & the prairie dogs

smoke signals

a kind thing to do

pigeon

let them know they're on your mind

cavetown offline edition

rocket ships

rain

evergreen

alien waves

winter coat

thank you

petrify

ghost boys

vacation with the ghosts

candle

conan gray

alley rose

fight or flight

the exit

comfort crowd

winner

best friend

footnote

lonely dancers

heather

bourgeoisieses

chloe moriondo

take your time

waves

killbot!

cry

exhausted

hotel for clowns

plastic purse

cdbaby<3

slacker

hearteyes

taylor swift

you're on your own, kid

cardigan

who's afraid of little old me?

enchanted

don't blame me

you're losing me

new year's day

champagne problems

lover

cowboy like me

boywithuke

migraine

out of tune

bad things

zoning out

so cold

falling for you

kind of sick of life

bad luck

heart of ice

problematic

penelope scott

cigarette ahegao

gross

moonsickness

born2run

lotta true crime

rät

runaway

sin eater

lavender

shuffle

beabadoobee

take a bite

1999

bobby

the way things go

the way i spoke

talk

coming home

apple cider

coffee

this is how it went

melanie martinez

evil

field trip

nymphology

pacify her

drama club

teacher's pet

carousel

brain & heart

cry baby

glued

mother mother

the matrix

arms tonite

bit by bit

weep

legs away

wisdom

forgotten souls

oh ana

love and truth

until it doesn't hurt

olivia rodrigo

obsessed

deja vu

vampire

all-american bitch

lacy

ballad of a homeschooled girl

traitor

teenage dream

good 4 u

can't catch me now

phoebe bridgers

graceland too

the gold

i know the end

scott street

would you rather

funeral

chinese satellite

icu

motion sickness

demi moore

mitski

first love/late spring

texas reznikoff

my body's made of crushed little stars

bag of bones

geyser

francis forever

crack baby

a pearl

strawberry blond

washing machine heart

tv girl

the blonde

blue hair

better in the dark

taking what's not yours

loving machine

pretty boy

not allowed

it almost worked

louise

summer's over

alex g

i wait for you

16 mirrors

thorns

runner

break

early morning waiting

mis

treehouse

time/space

know now

the neighbourhood

sweater weather

you get me so high

ferrari

flawless

the shining

greetings from califournia

reflections

sadderdaze

lost in translation

softcore

lana del rey

happiness is a butterfly

fishtail

the greatest

music to watch boys to

chemtrails over the country club

not all who wander are lost

born to die

let the light in

say yes to heaven

west coast

beach bunny

good girls (don't get used)

vertigo

racetrack

deja vu

prom queen

scream

painkiller

rearview

blame game

ghost

arctic monkeys

r u mine?

why'd you only call me when you're high?

fluorescent adolescent

arabella

mardy bum

balaclava

the jeweller's hands

fireside

505

i wanna be yours

who is this for? me. thank you

[sxypnk]

"𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞"

Paring; 𝙎𝙪𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙪 𝙂𝙚𝙩𝙤 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

Contains; 𝙋𝙝𝙮𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙟𝙪𝙖𝙣𝙖, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙚𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨. {𝙉𝙤 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩}

"Suguru, stop that tickles." You laughed filpping the page on your book.

You were engrossed in a book in your shared bedroom when Suguru walked in. Dressed only in a tee and panties, you were blissfully unaware as Suguru settled in behind you, playfully nibbling and leaving little marks on your ass.

"That's the best part about it baby"

"So if I kick you don't be mad"

"I could never be mad at you, darling."

You covered your mouth with your hand as a broad smile spread across your face upon hearing those words.

"Just felt your pussy pulse," he said with a playful grin as he rested his head on your backside.

"Mind yours"

"Can't when it's right there baby"

"Then get up"

"Never"

"Perv"

His laughter echoed softly, sending a warm ripple through the air as he playfully nudged your side, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Would you like to take a bath?" he asked, shifting closer as he leaned on his side, propping himself up to admire your profile while you read. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed his smile growing wider the longer he stared, making you giggle and cover your face with your hand.

"Oh? I can't look at my beautiful wife?"

"Yes you can, but you're making me nervous."

"I’m aware of that," he said, softly guiding your hand down and tilting your chin toward him, locking his gaze with your eyes.

Your dimples deepened the longer you maintained eye contact.

"I feel like I want to marry you all over again," he said, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear to take in your features more clearly.

"I don't know, you're a bit much."

He flashed a cocky grin as he playfully made a shocked face.

"Oh really?"

You chuckled as you lightly tapped his face, nudging him to turn away from yours.

You stood up and made your way to the bathroom, sliding the door open just as you heard a whistle behind you.

You ran the bathtub while adding some Epsom salt.

As you stood back up, you felt Suguru's warm body pressing against yours.

He brushed some of your hair aside, placing soft kisses along your neck while his other hand gently held your jaw, lifting your head so you could gaze into his dark eyes.

You both remained in that position for a brief moment before he kissed your forehead, followed by a series of quick kisses on your lips, before spinning you around.

You let out a squeal as you spun around, nearly losing your balance, but he caught you with his hand on your lower back, pulling you close once more.

The only sounds in the room were the bath filling up, accompanied by the soothing scent of lavender permeating the air.

He held you close, and for a full minute, you both stood there wrapped in each other's warmth, feeling utterly safe in his embrace. As you rested your head on his chest, he tenderly stroked your hair, creating a comforting rhythm that made the world around you fade away. It was a moment filled with connection, where nothing else mattered but the serenity of being together.

He slyly slid his hand down to your ass, giving it a firm slap before squeezing it, unable to resist the temptation.

You broke free from his embrace to prevent the water from overflowing.

You prepared a blunt before he got home, knowing that you would both want it.

You both took off your clothes, and he let you step into the bath first. As you eased into the warm water, your body relaxed against the tub. He followed you shortly after, sitting on the other side, facing you.

You spread the warm water over your chest, enjoying the soothing sensation as you relaxed.

"You want?" you asked while sliding the side table with the tray and lighter closer to the tub.

He nodded, prompting you to pick up the blunt. Your gaze zeroed in on the lighter as the flames met the tip, casting a red hue over the bath while you inhaled and set the lighter back on the table.

You exhaled the smoke before handing it to your husband.

He maintained eye contact with you as he took a hit, closing his eyes while exhaling and visibly relaxing his muscles.

"Can we get married again" you joked while observing the blunt smoldering between his fingers.

He laughed at your question, took another hit, and handed it to you while you tapped the ashes into the tray before taking a hit yourself.

"If that's what you want doll"

A/N; Just wanted to write something quick n cuteee.

© sxypnk 24’ ⋮ all works are owned by @sxypnk on tumblr , do not repost, translate, or copy my work without permission. 𝐒𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞

[lavenderbradshaw]

Swift September!

Hi! Okay, so I had a little fun thought. If you look at my profile, you'll notice my wicked love for Taylor Swift. 9/10, the things I write are inspired by her lyrics. SO! I thought I'd compile a list of lyrics that I'd love to write to and let y'all pick what you want to see.

I'll do these all throughout September, so please send in stuff! (No, seriously, I’m genuinely desperate)

If there's a lyric here you'd like to see, send it in an ask. If there's a character from Top Gun you'd like to see it with, add that, too! If there’s no character, I will pick, so be warned! If there's a lyric I haven't included (and it's Taylor Swift) please send it! Also, combos are so totally acceptable!

They'd just be pretty short blurbs, quick little scenes. But they all do have the possibility of becoming something someday ;)

-

SMUT

i feel the lavender haze creepin' up on me

you know i'm not a bad girl, but i'd do bad things with you

i said, 'no one has to know what we do', his hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room

i could see you in your suit and your necktie, pass me a note saying 'meet me tonight'

the altar is my hips, even if it's a false god

lord, save me, my drug is my baby

devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes, what doesn't kill me makes me want you more

'cause all the boys and their expensive cars, the range rovers and their jaguars, never took me quite where you do

ANGST

you drew stars around my scars, but now i'm bleeding

losing him was blue like i'd never known

from sprinkler splashes to fire place ashes, i gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this

you're not gone, you can't be gone, no

she would've been such a lovely bride, what a shame she's fucked in the head

maybe i was naive, got lost in your eyes and never really had a chance

crawling up the beaches now, 'sir, i think he's bleeding out', and some things you just can't speak about

tell me that you're still mine, tell me that we'll be just fine, even when i lose my mind

is it really your anxiety that stops you from giving me everything, or do you just not want to?

last night i heard my own heart beating, sounded like footsteps on my stairs, six months gone and i'm still reaching, even though i know you're not there

i can go anywhere i want, anywhere i want just not home

i pulled your body into mine every god damn night

the idea you had of me, who was she? a never needy, ever lovely jewel, whose shine reflects on you

if our love died young, i can't bear witness

FLUFF

you are the best thing that's ever been mine

there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear

i'm begging for you to take my hand, wreck my plans, that's my man

if you were here, we'd laugh about their vacant stares but for now, my time is theirs

there's a chain 'round your throat, piece of paper where i wrote 'i'll wait for you'

i once believed love would be black and white, but it's golden

i'm so thankful for all of the girls you loved before, but i love you more

MISC

**anything from this category might need a little more vision from the requester**

i can feel the flames on my skin, crimson red paint on my lips, if a man talks shit then i owe him nothing

how's one to know, i'd meet you where the spirit meets the bone

all the liars are calling me one, nobody's heard from me for months

[katcadecascade]

If you believe the lies I tell (Snowjanus fic Chapter Eight)

Ao3

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Chapter Eight: Trust

Word Count: 2,968

With Clemensia carrying half his weight, they manage to get out of the school. She flags down one of the remaining chauffeurs and they practically dive into the back seat. They shout out the Corso address and the engine gets the car going. 

No more audience, it’s just them. Spearmint clashes against lavenders in such a tight space. Clemensia lets a hand go to at least open a window. It’s claustrophobic here, Coriolanus slides away to his side of the car, trying to catch his breath. 

Clemensia states bluntly, “You’re in heat.”

Coriolanus loses his usual grace. 

“I know!”

“Have you ever-“

“No!” He grips his hair, “I have never had a heat before!”

“Yeah, I can tell from how you’re freaking out!”

“Of course I’m freaking out!”

She reaches over, this time not for scenting but to check the temperature from his forehead. He knows he is warm, the problem is that Coriolanus has no idea if any of this is natural. Coriolanus has learned the basic textbook knowledge and the little his family has talked about, but that’s theory. Heats are a hypothetical that he refused to apply to himself until this very moment. 

“This isn’t something to panic over, Coriolanus.”

“Oh like you would know,” he snaps.

He doesn’t mean to lash out, it’s mainly his paranoia of the unknown that is frustrating him. Thankfully, Clemensia doesn’t appear too offended. 

“Hey it could be worse, you could’ve gone into a mating frenzy or baby fever for Sejanus.”

Now that has Coriolanus yelling out, “Fuck no!”

Intention, something like that can only happen if mating or wanting a child was at the forefront of his mind. The need for shelter and comfort is the typical purpose of heats. Coriolanus is so damn relieved that nothing that extreme was ever in mind regarding Sejanus Plinth. 

He still hates that his emotions latched onto the alpha. Even before the heat, Coriolanus knows that some part of him is stuck onto Sejanus but also Clemensia. 

Her presence is immensely important to his senses. This ever-growing flame continues to ignite his body, to seek her aid and comfort but Coriolanus is a stubborn fool.   

“I helped Lysie with her heats, I know how to help you too. Especially if you don’t have a nest prepared.”

“Oh no.”

Coriolanus knows how horribly unprepared he is. Not only about the mental and emotional tax of it all but the state of his house, his bedroom. It’s not a protective or possessive urge to keep his territory away from an outsider's eyes, it’s dread and shame. 

“Coriolanus?”

“No, you can’t.” His scent is all wrong, too sharp and overwhelming. A heat intensifies it all, weaponizing his anxiety to break out of his perfect mask. “No no no-”

“Hey, hey, calm down, it’s alright.” Clemensia pries one of his hands away from his disheveled hair. Smiling and linking their fingers together, she assures, “You still have time to build a nest before you’re in the thick of it. It’ll be alright.” 

She believes she’s saying the right words, and she is. It’s just that Coriolanus is the variable that makes everything wrong. 

“You can’t, Clemensia.” It’s a contrasting beg that can only be spilled by his lips, “I can’t let you help me.”

“What? No, Coriolanus, you shouldn’t spend your heat by yourself. It’s your first one, I won’t let you feel like you’re alone.”

“Clemensia,” the words are rough in his throat, declaring, “I’d rather be alone than let anyone in my home.”

Her concerned eyes look into his glaring, angry scowl. Coriolanus has always rejected her kindness, yet treated her as his friend. There was a tolerance, a barrier between his life at school and his home. Coriolanus continues to enforce that separation, even at the cost of Clemensia’s feelings. 

There’s something clicking behind her eyes. Clemensia is the smartest person Coriolanus knows. He hoped that she never analyzed him but she’s doing it now. 

Whatever conclusion she thought of has her surrendering, “...okay.”

On the logical side of things, everything is good. They’re enroute to the Snow’s penthouse, away from prying eyes and confusing scents. There may be enough time to swallow down scent blockers to aid his body, that is if the heat does not burn through the medications immediately. Also he could tamper down any nesting habits simply but not having any materials in the first place. 

Never before has Coriolanus been so happy at the thought of returning to his dilapidated home. 

The staircase leading up to the penthouse mocks him. 

“At least let me help you up.” 

Clemensia’s looking at the old double doors of a luxury he doesn’t have.  

“The elevator is broken.”

A weight of dread falls in his stomach as he watches the briefest expression of confusion to analyze to acceptance. 

“Alright, stairs it is.” 

They walk the twelve flights of stairs in silence, passing by abandoned rooms and decaying wallpaper. 

His home is a weakness, evidence of how the grand Snow name is falling. The worse case scenario was all of it getting exposed, of wolves and lions pouncing. 

Yet Clemensia keeps any comment to herself, reshaping the anxiety into a snake in the grass. 

When they’re at his door, Clemensia asks, “You have everything you need?”

“Yes,” he lied. 

From her frown alone, it’s clear that she knows he’s lying. 

Coriolanus wonders how many times Clemensia knows that he has lied straight to her face. 

Coriolanus slips past the door as fast as he could but he knows that Clemensia Dovecote has seen more than anyone else in the whole Captiol.

He thinks she said his name again behind the closed door. It could be his heart reaching for her, for more than he could ask for. 

His sweltering body lumbers to the kitchen cabinets. Without anyone, this needy ache demands to be soothed by the presence of those he trusts. Coriolanus knows that’s a fever dream. In practiced motions, Coriolanus reaches for the pill bottle and swallows down a bunch of scent blockers. 

Arachne’s bizarre claim of taking blockers like a hard drug is obtuse. Yes any medicine can be abused if someone tried hard enough but that’s just it. It’s an innate need for scents, no amount of blockers will make a person want to live in a scentless world. 

As less complicated as that world seems, it doesn’t tempt Coriolanus. He does see the good side of scenting.

Just maybe not in the throes of a heat he never thought to have. So Coriolaus tries to stall it with the pills. 

It’s only temporary, it won’t be enough. Coriolanus can tell from this heat still humming through his body. His scent is significantly less intense but it continues to fill the room. 

There’s still one major problem with this heat. It will consume his body of energy, a body that has not eaten a full meal in days. His bones are weighty, something his malnourished body cannot carry. 

He doesn’t have any food to survive this.

This is what he meant about heats being a waste of time and energy.

If Coriolanus doesn’t have enough energy or satisfy his nesting habits, he could potentially get fever heated. 

A true fever combined with heartache, all their stories told as tragedies. How poetic it is for this to be Coriolanus’ fate. 

“Coryo?” Grandma’am steps out of her room, steps light on the cold floor as she draws near. “What’s going on? You should be in school.”

Coriolanus gives an abbreviated summary of events on how his life was ruined in the mere moments before class began. A laugh almost slips at how pathetically fast it all fell apart. 

He expects her face to be shaped by horror or maybe disappointment, anything to match the uncomfortable feeling growing in his own skin. 

Instead she pats him on the back, rubbing big circles as she embraces him into a hug. 

“Oh, my boy, I didn’t prepare you for this did I?”

“Why would you?” Coriolanus shakes his head. “I don’t need any of this. I shouldn’t have entered a heat in the first place.”

“But you did, no changing that now. Come, walk me back to my room.” 

As her obedient grandson, he does. 

Grandma’am’s room is nearly as minimalistic as his except for a few framed photos, a songbook, and her clothes. It once overflowed the closet but now it barely takes up half of it. 

Her exquisite taste in gowns and overcoats had cost Grandma’am a lot of her most cherished memories but sold them nonetheless. Yet there were things that were deemed too precious to sell off. 

She gestures for him to grab something under her bed. Coriolanus tugs out a small, tightly wrapped bag. At Grandma’am insisting nod, he opens it. 

The air is knocked out of his chest when the scent of roses enters the dusty, cold air. 

Coriolanus whispers, “What is this?” 

“It’s your mother’s. Blankets she used for her nests back when… back when she needed them.”

It was preserved as best as it could be, wrapped with plastic. A total of three, all faintly emitting the scent of roses. The rose powder in the compact mirror is an artificial cosmetic, something that would add onto her scent. This precious cloth in her son’s trembling hands, it truly is her last remnant. 

There’s one blanket much, much smaller than the rest.

A baby blanket.

His baby blanket. 

Coriolanus cannot fathom how tiny he once was. How that small creature began to shape and be shaped by the world. There was no urge to control or perform, back then it was all about simply being in the space provided.

A sick feeling enters his stomach at the realization that this baby blanket would’ve been passed to his younger sibling.

Helena Snow and her stillborn daughter never got that chance. 

Their passing was truly the start of this family’s ruin. 

Wordlessly, Coriolanus gathers it into his arms. He doesn’t care that his scent flares out, burning through the blockers he had swallowed down. What matters is saving every piece of his scattered heart for a heat that he has never allowed before. 

“Your mother rejected every scent of your father. She only needed you.” 

“But why do I-” He bites his tongue before he could finish that question. Coriolanus holds the blankets close. “Thank you Grandma’am.” 

Whatever look he has on his face, it doesn’t convince his grandmother. Aside from Tigris, this woman also raised him. If Tigris encouraged kindness, Grandma’am encouraged gaining power. 

“Coryo, you can control every aspect of your life, of your body.” It’s the reassurement that he desperately needed, that this is within his control. But then she adds, “A heat amplifies what’s already inside.” 

His grandmother hands over one of her pillows. Scenting fades with age but it’s still there, the scent of honeysuckles. 

Coriolanus accepts it but argues, “Am I supposed to trust them? They were people I had to deceive, to make them believe I’m as powerful and wealthy as the rest. I never once trusted anyone I could call a friend.” He gestures to the decaying walls around, “Look at our home Grandma’am. It’s so pitifully easy to ruin me, to destroy us!” 

It’s rare for him to be angry with his Grandma’am. Manner’s aside, he doesn’t want to yell at her but it highlights his desperation. The true fear of having a weakness is being unable to protect it. 

Grandma’am has all the wisdom in the world to know that her grandson is hurting and scared. 

“I of all people know what betrayal feels like.” A haunted look tugs on her wrinkles, briefly lost in a memory. Her eyes return to his, the sadness remains, “I’ve taught you to expect it at every corner of the world. I’m sorry, Coryo. I gave you dreams of total control.” She quickly assures,  “And that is still possible. You just need to trust your instincts when faced against the unknown.” 

As nice as a prose that is, Coriolanus knows what his instincts demand.

It’s something he struggles to ask for. 

“I can’t accept their help. It would mean that… It would mean too many things about me.”

A vulnerable side of Coriolanus Snow was revealed today. Even before the heat hit, Coriolanus gave his scent to Clemensia. It soothed a part of him and later on, Sejanus was an emotional anchor. 

All of this means that Coriolanus is capable of trusting others. 

It could be so easy to just accept that as fact. 

But survival is worth more than truth. 

This calculating impulse kicks in when Grandma’am says offhandedly, “I’ll call Tigris.”

“No, don’t take her away from work.” She needs her job and any money that can come from it. An assistant’s paycheck rather than Tigris selling off her scent. “That’s more important.”

Grandma’am frowns, tucking a lock of hair behind his ear. “Nothing's more important than you.”

Coriolanus leans away, hoping his authority doesn’t sound like pleading, “Don’t call her. I’ll get something from her closet.”

Before he leaves her bedroom, Grandma’am imparts more words of wisdom.

“Heats clarify who you trust.” 

It’s a revelation that he doesn’t want to have. Yet once his consciousness learns it, it stays rooted in his skull. It flows into muscles as he grabs Tigris’ handmade, comfy robe and marches into his room. 

Coriolanus feels stupid doing all of this. Building a nest on his small bed. It’s so thin, nothing as lavish as what Arachne would brag about. She made a show of receiving tokens from her friends. 

All Coriolanus has are a few blankets and two pillows. He has the urge to tear it all apart but he could never do that to his family’s gifts. 

He tugs his uniform off, sweat uncomfortably clinging to the buttoned shirt. The thought of adding it to his nest never crosses his mind. Coriolanus does not seek comfort in his own scent. Donning a fraying sweater and loose pants, he feels more unnatural in his own body than ever before. 

Coriolanus knows how pale he is but one glance in his mother’s compact mirror reveals he looks as bad as he feels. 

Sweaty, too warm, a gut wrenching loneliness that is eating his stomach. The air is cold, smells like a pine forest in the dead of winter. Spearmint has always reminded Coriolanus of a blizzard. Polar opposite, not just the scent and the fever but also his needs and wants. 

Coriolanus has always relied on his fears, more accurately his assumptions that everyone in his life will go against his wishes. It stemmed from his need for control, to maintain the glamor that fools others. His need to be the top student, to claim the wealth his family so desperately needs. 

As for what he wants? 

Wants are another reason to have fears. 

It may be alarming how fast his brain connects those two things, believing it two sides of the same coin. Yet this is the paranoia that Coriolanus lives with. The most well fed thing in Coriolanus’ world. 

There’s a knock at the door.

It’s not Tigris, is his first thought. 

Coriolanus’ fears are confirmed when he opens the door to see a determined Clemensia Dovecote and a nervous Sejanus Plinth. 

His voice is dead flat, “Why?” 

“You know why,” she answers. 

Coriolanus almost forgets that the scent blockers are entirely out of his system because he can’t smell lavenders or nutmeg. They’re both containing their scents, letting only their words and pathetic frowns influence him. 

It won’t work, is what he believes. 

He glares at them, refusing to be trapped. 

All he needs to do is shut the door. That’s all it takes and they will give up on him. 

There are so many chances where Clemensia could stop reaching out to him. Sejanus alone has plenty of reasons to despise them all, Coriolanus’ constant brittle nature would give anyone whiplash. 

Yet they left school, climbed the creaking staircase, and are at his doorstep. 

It could be in their nature to want to help, a need to feel helpful. 

“I said I won’t let you spend your heat alone.”

Coriolanus points accusingly, “So you brought him?”

“Yes!” There’s anger in that exclamation, surprising Coriolanus. Clemensia glares at the boys, “I don’t know what’s going on between you two but I won’t let you get a fever heated.”

There’s a lie on the tip of his tongue, Coriolanus’s not sure what the words are but it’s definitely a denial. It dies when he meets Sejanus’ gaze. 

Just like back when it was them alone in the classroom, Coriolanus feels seen. Sejanus knows Coriolanus, not just the little insight of his starvation for food but his cravings for victory. The alpha proudly encouraged Coriolanus to be at the top. 

Yet this time it’s obvious that Sejanus doesn’t like what he sees. 

This brings a dreadful burn in Coriolanus’ gut. 

“Please,” Sejanus begs. “You don’t look well, Coriolanus.” 

Any fight response inside of Coriolanus continues to diminish in the warmth of those brown eyes. 

“I… I don’t know what I’m doing.” The words are croaked out, more broken than soft. It’s his voice but Coriolanus barely believes it. “I don’t know anything about this.”

Sejanus pleads again, “Then let us help.” 

Maybe life would be easier if Coriolanus made them give up on him, to leave him alone. 

Yet that’s just it, Coriolanus has always isolated himself from his peers. He knows what loneliness is, how starved he is of things that cannot be eaten.

Clemensia and Sejanus have fed him time, conversations that felt real, and the chance to stop acting like everything in his life is perfect. 

Coriolanus Snow lets them in.

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Thanks for reading!

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LBSC Lukanette Week Day 3 - Pick / Cool Down

I really only used pick for this one. Again, no real planning, just let the words spill on the page.

Luka turned the familiar shape in his fingers as Marinette, practically vibrating from excitement, watched from her desk chair with her hands squeezed between her knees and her mouth shut tight. 

It felt right in his hands, and he ran a finger around the edge. It seemed smooth. It didn’t weigh more than usual. He took it between thumb and forefinger, hand curling in a motion that was second nature to him by now, and swept the pick down the strings, listening carefully to the reverberation of the strings.

“Yeah, I think it’s good,” he said, smiling at Marinette, and she bounced out of her chair with a squeal. “The tone’s a little different, but it actually sounds really cool, I like it. Unique.” He played another chord, just for fun, because he actually did really like the tone.  

Marinette let out a breath she’d clearly been holding in a breath. “Oh, I’m so glad! I only just started working with resin but the idea came to me and I found the mold and I HAD to try it, but I was afraid it wouldn’t actually work—” She whirled her chair to face the desk. “I have so many ideas! These things take such a small amount of resin, too, I can really experiment and if something goes badly, who cares? I’m gonna have so much fun with this!” 

Luka laughed at her enthusiasm. “Well, when you start taking orders, let me know.” 

Marinette turned to look at him, eyes rolling. “Don’t be ridiculous, Luka, before long you’ll be begging me to stop giving you the stupid things.”

“Hardly,” Luka grinned. “Do you know how hard it is to keep track of picks on the Liberty?” 

“You wouldn’t lose them so often if you and Juleka would quit throwing them at each other.” 

“Well, I definitely won’t be throwing this.” Luka held the pick up, watching the play of light across the electric blue swirled with sparking black. “I might wear it out though.” 

Marinette made a dismissive noise that wasn’t quite a snort and waved her hand. “That one was super easy, I can churn those out by the dozen. I’m thinking about maybe embedding a rose petal in one for—well, Rose. Ooh, maybe I can get a lavender petal and a pink petal and put them in one together…would that be too big? I could cut them up into pieces I suppose, and then she and Juleka can have matching ones—” 

“Rose doesn’t even play guitar,” Luka protested. 

“But she would wear one as a necklace I bet! I’m already thinking about linking some together to make a bracelet. I could really get creative with what I put in the resin too since I wouldn’t have to worry about it being too thick to play with or how it sounded.” 

“I want a bracelet if you’re handing them out,” Luka told her, taking off his guitar and coming to lean over her. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders as he looked at the scattering of supplies on her desk. There was a pad of paper off to one side with several sketches and a long scribbled list of ideas. 

“A lock of hair?” he asked, and Marinette whisked the list out of sight. 

“It was just a thought. I don’t know if it would be too weird. I’m not always super clear on what’s weird and what’s ‘metal,’” she said, fingers quirking into air quotes. “Lots of people had a loved one’s hair set in jewelry in old times. Rings and lockets and stuff like that. I saw someone online selling custom resin jewelry with a lock of hair from baby’s first haircut in it, so I made a note.” 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to be peeking if you weren’t ready to show.” Luka kissed her cheek. “I never get tired of seeing you inspired. Personally I would absolutely wear a pick necklace with your hair in it, but Jules would tell you I’m weird anyway, so my opinion might not be worthwhile.” 

Marinette blushed, and fidgeted around with the things on her desk, but Luka’s mind had already moved on. “If I buy you a spray of plum blossoms can you make one with the petals?”

Marinette’s mouth dropped open slightly, and she sputtered for a minute before she said weakly. “Sure, um, I can try that. If you can even find plum blossoms—” 

Luka grinned. “Couffaines have connections. I want a whole stack of plum blossom picks. I want enough that Juleka throws a fit over finding them everywhere.”

“Luka!” Marinette covered her face with her hands. Luka just leaned around her and kissed her fingertips. 

“And at least one ladybug pick,” he teased, and laughed again at the look she gave him.

I have decided that Marinette’s signature flowers are plum blossoms and you will pry that headcanon from my cold dead hands. I had vague thoughts of Marinette making him sentimental picks over the years with a piece of something meaningful to the moment embedded in them, that end up on display at their home someday, but I didn’t really get there with this one. I’m filing that thought for the future though so don’t be surprised if you see it pop up again someday!

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↳ LARKEN - Our Life: Now & Forever

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also note that only the demo is out so not only is everything subject to change all the time forever but ESPECIALLY steps 2, 3, and 4 are subject to change. and her appearance as i deem fit :3

UPDATED 9/12/23. gave her a whole new coat of paint :3c my dramatic bbg

* BIO * ༉‧₊˚✧

ꕥ GENERAL

Name: Larken Amber Vandervuurst

Nicknames: Ken, Lark (by Tamarack)

Pronouns: she/her

Age: 10 (Step 1) / 14 (Step 2) / 18 (Step 3) / 22 (Step 4)

Sexuality: bisexual

Location: Golden Grove, Oregon

Route: I'm using her for both routes + any potential DLC + a super secret extra QPR polycule forever route in my mind

ꕥ PERSONALITY

Birthday: July 31

Zodiac: Leo

Personality Placements: ENFP / 6w7 / Chaotic Neutral

Personality Description: Kind, outgoing, playful, affectionate, dramatic, opinionated, intelligent, insecure, perfectionist, cautious. A deeply anxious but deeply sincere girl who thrives on validation and being useful or entertaining to others. Remembers lots of little details and is meticulous in everything she does. Creative and idealistic, loves music, singing and reading.  Adores animals, especially cats, hates bugs, and always is the first to offer help to others. Her outgoing nature conceals her deep-seated desire for approval and connection. Probably has undiagnosed anxiety. Always gives 100%, even at the risk of burnout.

Fun Facts: has a stutter. can touch her nose with her tongue.

ꕥ HOME LIFE

Family Dynamic: Ken gets along well with her mom, though there's always a sort of disconnect between them. By nature, Ken is obedient, friendly and responsible, so she never acted out or got into trouble. This means she never really got any firm instruction and was seen as more mature than she really was, which became the shoes she had to constantly fill. As she gets older, she realizes her confidence gets more and more hollow, and she isn't equipped to make the difficult decisions she's being confronted with. She is uncertain about her desires, her choices, and her self-assurance. Her pride keeps her from confiding in those closest to her, but eventually she talks it out with her mom, gets therapy, and gets back on track.

ꕥ DESIRES

Hobbies: theater, reading (books famous musicals were adapted from), watching movies (musicals/musical adaptations/disney-esque musicals especially), crocheting (badly)

Skills: singing, acting, playing guitar + piano + clarinet, really good at applying eyeliner, keeping secrets (in a friendship pact way, not a liar way)

Dreams/Aspirations: work at the local theater, be valedictorian, go to an ivy league school (yes some of these change and grow as she does), star as the lead in a record-breaking, award-winning Broadway musical

ꕥ PREFERENCES

Favorite Color: pomegranate, cherry, cranberry (aka deep reds and purples)

Favorite Food: cheddar popcorn

Favorite Drink: apple cider

Favorite Animal: cats (especially tuxedo and tortoiseshell cats)

Favorite Flower: roses (red, lavender and pink especially)

Favorite Class: band, choir, drama club

Favorite Music Genre: showtunes + Broadway hits, pop. Secretly likes rock and pop punk but gets embarrassed about it 

Favorite Season: fall

Pet Peeves: chewing noises, super loud crowds

ꕥ APPEARANCE

Hair: dark burgundy-brown (a mix of dark brown and her mom's cranberry), wavy - step 1: blunt bangs, long and usually loose / step 2: up in a high ponytail or loose and messy bun, shoulder length / step 3: middle part, usually in a half-up situation, little longer than shoulder length / step 4: chin length, side bangs, dyed dark purple and dark blue

Eyes: brown, hooded, glasses from step 2 onward

Skin: pale and heavily freckled

Height: 5’8 

Build: never truly loses her baby fat, a little curvy as she gets older

Style: typical pinterest girlie fall lewks #slay

Distinguishing Features: faint scar on nose + under eye from pet cat, scar on leg from family vacation

* TIMELINE * ༉‧₊˚✧

ꕥ STEP ONE

Ken is an excitable and friendly young girl who moved to Golden Grove just before her first day of 5th grade. She has a bit of a competitive streak and stubbornly wants to win anything that's made into a contest, but is good natured enough to accept defeat (eventually). Being new to the district, she feels a bit out of place in the already-established cliques. Even though school is easy for her and the other kids seem to like her, going makes her nervous for the first month-ish. She would love to have her own group of close friends and, as a result, might come off as clingy and over-eager or a try hard. She is the tiniest bit insecure about Qiu being popular, but eventually she talks it out with him and actually explains what she's feeling!! Surprisingly mature and eloquent for a 10 year old! And she asks if he likes her or if he ever regretted befriending her or thought she was weird. Ken is so dramatic on a regular basis that her sincerity just seems chill in comparison LOL

ꕥ STEP TWO

At 14, Ken is still confident in herself and her abilities. Qiu and Tamarack are deep in the throes of self-discovery, but Ken is a bit of a late bloomer in that regard. Partially, this is because she is still exceeding in academics and has found the opportunity to actually be in a play! Her music teachers (band and choir) love her and she is easily one of the best performers in the class/section. In the junior high drama productions, though, she's only gotten major supporting roles and never the lead. Her goal in high school is to get the lead in the spring musical as often as she can. Since 5th grade, she's made a fair portion of friends, mainly with the theater and band kids. She isn't as popular as Qiu was, but she's kind of close! Qiu and Tamarack are still her two best friends, however. Her dearest companions. She's heavily invested in their struggles and does her best to give them advice despite her limited practical experience.

ꕥ STEP THREE

Ken finally has her identity crisis. She's gotten to the point where decisions are her own and she has to make a choice. However, she realizes that she never took the time for introspection and to realize what she wanted. She starts to get in her own feels about it, getting a lot more distracted, a little irritable, and closed-off. However, she also feels left behind by her friends since they already moved past this in their formative years. This leads her to isolate herself a little bit, which then makes her upset when she thinks that she helped the others through their problems and they aren't helping her, and she kinda needs someone to tell her to snap out of it. She's a lot more insecure and nervous, but tries to keep it behind the act she has since perfected. Ken is feeling the brunt of her anxiety now, often spending time in the woods alone and disassociating while fending off an existential crisis. She's also starting to burn out at this point and has a lot less motivation. At school, she's still as popular as she was before (perhaps even more so once Qiu is feeling themself again), but she feels its much more hollow. Acts and masks and so forth.. However, her relationship with her mom is much better than before!!

ꕥ STEP FOUR

Ken goes to college for (undeclared), theater, polisci, history w theater electives, has a mental breakdown and then eventually drops out. Decides to go back though and has like a bunch of credits that end up with her double majoring in theater and something business related. Manages to sweet talk the little old director of the historic theater in town (director of the whole thing not director of a performance lol) to give her a flexible internship to boost her resume and ends up somewhat reinvigorating community youth theater in Golden Grove. Her end goal is to move to the city and work at the Art House there, perhaps as an assistant to the producer or something. Also gets to run a summer program in Golden Grove for adolescent community theater. Maybe volunteers at the Junior High to help with those productions too.

(subject to change once the actual game comes out lol)

* PHOTOS * ༉‧₊˚✧

ꕥ STEP 1

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ꕥ STEP 2

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ꕥ STEP 3

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ꕥ STEP 4

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ꕥ STYLE INSPO

check out her pinterest board here!

ꕥ MINI PLAYLIST

↻ ◁ || ▷ - I Love Play Rehearsal - Be More Chill

↻ ◁ || ▷ - Pretender (Acoustic) - AJR

↻ ◁ || ▷ - Lucky - Britney Spears

↻ ◁ || ▷ - Wide Awake - Katy Perry

↻ ◁ || ▷ - A Million Dreams - The Greatest Showman

↻ ◁ || ▷ - Reflection - Mulan

check out a full playlist here!

[mcu-coworkers]

A little dream of me

Word count: 6,965

Summary: Marc's dreams become a little too real for his liking.

Pairings: Marc Spector x reader, steven Grant x reader, Jake Lockely x reader

Warnings: Violence, Smut, fluff, jake lockley (jk he’s a loving teddy bear)

A/N : Welcome to my longest and my first ever smut writing so i'm sorry if it's shit:)  I  don't really know where that ending came from. I sort of just word vomited but  I  hope you guys enjoy it! Thank you for reading!

Marc had never felt his heart beat so quickly out of his chest, both Steven and Jake would say the same considering how fast they were running to get to you. All they could hear were your screams of agony and pain and they were prepared to destroy whatever was causing it because nothing or no one would survive the fist of vengeance after even approaching you with a threat. But, they couldn't find you, your screams for them got louder but just as they thought they were close it felt like a weight was being added to slow them down, to keep them away from the only light in their life and that, they would not allow. Marc kept running and finally he was brought into a ballroom only lit by the moonlight coming in through the ceiling windows and you standing in the middle of it in a dress and heals as if you'd been celebrating something. As marc tried to call out to you something in his throat held him back from speaking and all he could do was reach with his arms while your screams began to weaken. Finally he reached you and took you into his arms. “Marc..” you said weakly as your body began to become limp in his arms and you took your last breath. Marc looked down at you opening his arms and realizing there was blood. Everywhere. Not only was there blood, it was yours. Before he could scream he awoke from his nightmare almost jumping out of bed and startling you awake thinking someone had attacked him in the middle of the night. “Marc? Baby what's wrong?” you asked about your boyfriend who already got little to no sleep as it was a nightmare was the last thing he needs right now. “ I -it-  I  was'' he stuttered on, “ It was just a dream baby you're okay i'm right here with you.” you said trying to ease him as best as you could. “Do you want to talk about maybe it'll help?” you asked knowing he probably will just say it was nothing. “It just felt too real but I'm fine now let's go back to bed.” he said hurriedly which was expected of him being closed off and all. “Marc  I  think it's best we tell her about what we saw, yeah? It felt all too real.”  said Steven from the mirror trying to get through knowing she'd ask him and it'd be hard for him to lie to y/n she could read him like a book. Marc shook his head and went back to bed ignoring Steven but promising to keep a closer eye on you just to make sure no threats were made in real life because if the three of them lost their anchor there's no hiding spot in the world for the culprit to hide in that they wouldn't find, for you, they'd end them all.

Marc stayed up the rest of the night not being able to go back to sleep after the all too real dream he had so instead he watched you sleep peacefully in his arms, memorizing every feature of your face, the way you breathed, and how your hair smelled of lavender under his chin and it was then that fear instilled him at the thought of losing you so much that he fronted and gave Steven control so you wouldn't notice when you woke. Soon came the sun and you were awakened by the smell of freshly brewed coffee. “Goodmorning Lovey how did you sleep?” you heard a british voice, that's weird you could've sworn you fell asleep with Marc? “Good Morning my love when did you and Marc switch?   I  don't mind it at all but it's a bit random no?” you said curious to see if it had anything to do with the night before. “Oh well,  I  asked if  I  could make you breakfast this morning and he agreed. I hope it's alright with you.” he said almost not even believing himself but you let it go not wanting to push further. “Sounds great to me steven, any plans for today love?” you asked changing the topic. “Oh just work  I  reckon Donna is going to put me on inventory again” Steven said annoyed. “Can't that hag ever just give you a break?” you asked annoyed with the woman who made your boyfriends work hell. “ I  don't see it happening anytime soon but i'll have to get going before im there all day and night.” he said hurriedly running around to get ready. “Well okay then  I  was planning on going shopping for a bit then meeting you for your lunch. How does that sound lovey?” you asked. “Ask her  about the mall, why is she going? With who?” Marc said in a paranoid manner while Steven looked into the mirror bewildered by his tone. “Is something wrong steven?” you asked, confused  by his reaction to your plans. “Im sorry for going to the mall for?  I  don't mean to sound pushy, just curious is all.” he asked timidly. “ I  need to find a dress for my friend's birthday, remember? You said you'd be my date when Marc and Jake hid from me” you said laughing when you remembered how they made Steven from knowing he'd never say no to you. “Oh yeah of course honey sounds like a plan then yeah? See you at my lunch, love you cheers!” he yelled running out of the door before Marc could make him say anything else. “You should've told her to stay home bobo” Jake said annoyed that he couldn't be there to protect you. “Go back in there and ask her to stay home until we come back,” Marc said eagerly. “Bullocks! Will you two just be quiet already?  I  am going to work. She will be just fine and we will see her on our lunch now. Zip it and stop making me look like a lunatic!” screamed Steven before walking out and getting on the bus. “Locos ya estamos amigo”(were already crazy my friend) said jake. “Yeah yeah whatever mate” Steven said as he walked into the museum ready to act as if he didnt have two alters talking his head off about protecting you.

Lunch time came around and Steven asked to see the dress you bought but you had told him it'd be a surprise for when he got home so they could actually see it on you in all its glory. Soon after you went home and prepared dinner as you awaited the arrival of your boyfriends still thinking about the events of last night and hoping that they'd finally open up to you about it. You were taken away from your thoughts when you heard the door open, “princessa ya llegamos” , the easily recognizable voice of jake. “Finally mi rey, it felt like forever since  I  last saw you” you said as you welcomed him with a kiss and accepted the flowers he brought you, such a romance. “Can we finally see the dress you bought today or will you keep us waiting?” he asked, you had almost forgotten about that given that it's easy to forget that the world still spins when you're in your boyfriend's arms. “Right! Let me go change, sit on the couch and close your eyes.” you ordered with a laugh at how he actually listened to you for once. “And now open them.” you said excitedly smiling as you stood in front of them in the dress, noticing they had yet to react you asked, “jake whats wrong? You don't like it?” you said you were worried you had gone over the top. “No mi amor  I  am awestruck you look so beautiful.” he said saving himself, in reality you did look like an angel sent from heaven the problem was this was the dress you wore in Marc’s dream, and jake meant down to the last seam exact. “She can't go to that birthday party.” Marc said already beginning to panic just by looking at the dress. “Well who's bloody gonna tell her that  I  mean look at her she's so happy.” Steven said admiring your smile as you twirled for them excited to be wearing it. Meanwhile Jake just put on his best smile and pretended like he was going bat shit over this dress too. “Te ves hermosa amor, when is this party?” he asked, trying to find out how much time they had to make a plan to change your mind. “Saturday,  I  found it just in time like it was meant to be! I'm going to go change armor and I'll be back in a second for dinner.” you said walking off not waiting for a reply. “Mierda, qué hacemos?” Jake asked the other two since they now had two days to change your mind and keep you safe.

It felt like time mobed all too quickly and saturday was already here with no plan formed to convince you not to go to that birthday party. “Marc honey, do you mind turning off my curling iron? I forgot to turn it off!” you said as you rushed around looking for a bloody pin to keep your hair in place. “Got it!” he yelled in the bathroom where he had come to hide to talk to Jake and Steven about what to do. “Well? Anybody think of anything or are we actually going to this thing?” Marc asked his reflection. “No, claro que no we cant take the risk that dream felt all too real so unless you guys want a blood bath she's not going.” Jake said already on edge and ready to kill any soul that even dared to approach you. “Well there's that mate now what anybody know how to get extremely sick in the next five minutes?” Steven worried Jake would actually leave a blood bath if they went. “Honey? Everything alright you still haven't gotten ready yet and  I  thought steven was coming with me?�� you asked outside the door wondering why he had been in there for so long. “We’ll be out in just a minute just finishing up shaving!” Marc said, panicking. “We’re out of time fellas Steven you’ll just have to make something up but do not let her go.” Marc said firmly before letting Steven front. “Well alright then mates thanks for the help.” he said sarcastically before leaving the bathroom. “ I  thought you were shaving?” you asked confused as to why he looked the same as before. “Eh  I  decided not to actually think I'd save us sometime, yeah?” Steven said, hoping you’d let it go. “Okay love you look handsome either way.” you said kissing his cheek and grabbing the dress to get changed. “Actually love, can  I talk to you for a minute just sit down with me yeah?” Steven said nervously. “Yeah baby, what's wrong?” you asked, concerned with the sudden change of attitude of your boyfriend. “Well its just-  I  just-  I  don't really feel well and i'd hate to ruin your friends birthday party with me feeling sick and all so maybe it's best if  I  stay back on this one? He asked shyly. “What! Are you insane steven? That is the opposite of what we said.” Mark yelled from the mirror. “Por dios amigo como la cagas no lo puedo creer.”  Jake said following it up with a couple profanities in spanish. “Oh honey I'm so sorry  I  didn't notice Marc is always hiding it when he's sick don't worry we’ll stay home and i'll take care of you yeah?” you said sweetly feeling his face to make sure he wasn't getting a fever. “ you don't have to love  I  can take care of myself so you can see your friends.” Steven insisted. “No, a party is not more important than my boyfriends health im gonna go make you something to eat and then if you're feeling better…” you said, inching closer to his face. “You can get me out of this dress, how does that sound?” you said leaning in and looking into his eyes teasingly. “Sounds very good to me, very good actually thank you love.” Steven said nervously it didnt matter how many times you'd done this before it'd make him nervous every time. “No problem baby i'll be back in a few.” you said pecking him on the lips and walking away to the kitchen. “ I  cant believe that just happened.” Marc said in disbelief. “ Ni tu ni yo hermano, he gets pampering and sex? Give me a break.” Jake said, flailing his arms around wishing that was him. “ Yeah, no thanks to you guys.” Steven said. “What was that honey?” you said from the kitchen. “Nothing love i'm gonna go get changed!” Steven said, walking away from the reflections.

A couple months had passed since you and Steven decided to stay home from the party and things seemed to be normal, if you called Marc, Jake and Steven acting like bodyguards every time you stepped out of the house normal.  Today Steven was fronting and you knew if there was something they were hiding, it was Steven who would let it out if you asked ‘nicely.’ “Steven?” you asked sitting next to him and leaving your head on the sofa batting your eyelashes to add the cherry on top. He turned and was still knowing something was coming of this. “Yes, love?” he asked quietly, closing his book. “Can  I   ask you something baby?” you cooed running your finger up his arm. “What is she doing? Steven, focus.” Marc said already knows your tactics to get what you want. “Anything.” Steven said keeping what Marc said in mind, but as your hands quickly moved to massage the back of his head pulling on his hair slightly those words started to fly out the window. “Dios mio let me answer her question i'll answer it real good.” Jake said eager to front and feel your touch first hand, Steveh just ignored his voice and kept his focus on you. “Why are you three acting like my bodyguard everytime  I  step out of the flat?” you said sweetly getting closer to him. “Because we love you, why else?” he said, chuckling, putting his hand on your thigh. “Do you think something bad is gonna happen?” you ask now straddling him massaging his shoulders. “Uh” he said, not being able to make up words at the moment. “Steven?” you asked. “Yeah sorry, em, no we just- we just want to be safe.” he said looking up at you. “Is it because of that dream you had a while back?” you asked, cupping his face. “Steven she's onto us don't fall into it.” Marc said, hoping Steven wouldn't  tell you. “What? No? What dream?  I  didn't have a dream  I  don't recall.'' Steven said, still shaking his head subconsciously and actually sitting up. Your smile dropped and you got off of him quickly. “You're lying to me steven, what is Marc saying.” you said hands on your hips. “Why does Marc have to say anything? He's not the bloody boss of me  I  am my own person you know?” Steven said taking this as the chance to change the subject. “What? Baby no-that's not what  I  meant-” he cut you off, “No? Well that's what it bloody sounded like you know, Jake and  I  we both have our own thoughts most times too, alright?” he said sounding angry even though he felt very guilty about turning this on you, it never was his thing when it came to arguments. “ Steven im sorry,  I  just wanted to know why everything has been so tense when  I  step out if the house but it's fine. I promise  I  won't ask again okay? Im sorry.” you said taking his hands in your and looking into his eyes hoping he'd accept your apology, steven had never gotten this angry with you before and it worried you that you had really taken it too far this time. “It's alright love  I  forgive you, lets just watch a film and go to bed yeah?” he said pulling you in and kissing the top of your head. “Yeah, it sounds like a lovely plan lovey.” you said laying down on the couch with him as he played a film about the enneads. That was the last time you ever brought it up again.

Almost a month had passed since that night and you had stuck to your promise of never bringing it up again which made things go a lot smoother with your boyfriends though sometimes at night you'd wake up worried he'd have another nightmare so you watched him sleep until eventually your eyes gave out and you fell asleep again. You were skimming through your mail when you noticed you'd gotten a letter from an annual gala association that you were invited to given that you were a well known philanthropist in london this was big for you and you were excited to be invited this year you'd finally be able to branch out and that meant bigger things coming along for you and your loves, not to mention your father would be extremely proud knowing you made it on your own. “Jake! Guess what just came in the mail!” you ran into your flat excitedly finding your boyfriend watching the yankees game. “ what is it mi amor?” he asked, happy to see you ecstatic. “It's an invitation to the philanthropist gala the 22nd of this month  I  think  I  may be up for an award!” you said excitedly still holding up the unopened envelope in jake's face. “Ay mi amor qué maravilla, i'm so proud of you open it so we can see what it says.” he said admiring your shining features as you opened it carefully not wanting to ruin the pretty wrapping. “y/n l/n, it is our great honor to have you at the 75th annual gala of philanthropy as our guest of honor and accept the award for biggest influence of the year- oh my god!” you said looking up at him and jumping into his arms not believing a word you just read. “An award dios mio mi alma you deserve every single inch of praise youve worked so hard.” he said looking down at you licking his lips. “Thank you baby, I'm so excited  I  have to call my parents!” you said happily. “Of course but we’ll leave that for later, right now  I  want to praise you and treat you like the goddess you are.” he said, grabbing the back of your thigh and lifting you up. “ I  like the sound of that.” you said kissing him and spending the rest of the night in bed with you and Jake 'celebrating’ every inch of your award.

As the 22nd got closer and your boyfriends constantly congratulated you for the award, of course steven and marc wanted to congratulate you personally after that night with jake it was only fair, you were getting nervous while writing down notes for your acceptance speech. You wanted to keep it short and sophisticated but also make sure you said everything you wanted too and mentioned everyone who helped you along the way. Instead of giving yourself another headache you decided to look up where this gala would take place and see what outfit would be fitting to the theme. “Little hey little ho” Marc said walking in. “little high little low.” you said laughing at your boyfriends cuteness for quoting one of your favorite movies. “What are you doing honey?” he asked, kissing you on the forehead as he walked by to get changed into his lounge clothes. “Just looking at the place where the gala is gonna be it's really pretty you wanna see?” you said moving the laptop slightly as he sat down putting his arm around you. “Yea-” he suddenly stopped and took a good look at the ballroom, getting instant flashbacks of the dream he had back months ago as it was the same one. “Everything all right baby? Have you been there before?” you asked worried about his change of behavior. “no ,  I  mean yes everything is fine. I just wanted to get a closer look. It looks very artsy. It's nice.” he said, trying to act as calm as possible. ‘Hey wake up guys are you guys thinking what i'm thinking?’ he subconsciously asked Jake and Steven. “It's the same ballroom from the dream mate it's hard to forget.'' Steven said quietly knowing what Jake was about to say next might really hurt your feelings. “Mierda qué hacemos, this isn't like the party she wont back out as easily amigo.” he said knowing this time around it would be harder. “ I  know it's super nice i'm glad  I went for that floor length gown it looks like it'll fit the theme if it doesn't make it here on time  I  dont know how i'd even go honestly.” you said a bit worried you had no back ups so you really were depending on this one. “Really you wouldnt go?” Marc said a little too fast for his liking. You looked at him a little strangely, “ I  mean I'm sure if you don't get it on time you'll have something here you can wear you'll look beautiful in anything my love.” he said kissing you all over thee face wanting the conversation to be over. “Okay, okay well i'm gonna go and start dinner anything in specific you want tonight?” you asked standing up. “No, let's order takeout tonight  I  just wanna have you in my arms all night baby.” he said pulling you back down and laying down on top of you. “Alright then but  I  will need a phone to make the order honey.” you said giggling at how needy your boyfriend was being, you loved it Marc rarely let you be the one holding him.

It was the day of the gala and with only an hour left before you had to leave you had your hair and makeup done professionally as this would be your first time really in the spotlight and not just in the shadows behind your father, you wanted tonight to be perfect. “Marc honey are you dressed we should be going soon love.” you said going into the closet of the hotel the gala association had given you for the night so you'd be close by for the event. “Yeah honey almost  I  just don't know about this suit.'' He said he'd been trying to find something wrong with you guys attending all day just so you wouldn't.  “Well  I  think you look very handsome actually if we had the time id enjoy taking it off you.” you said, fixing his bowtie and kissing him on the lips. “ I  don't see anything wrong with staying in and living out your fantasy.” he said, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you closer to his chest. You laughed and pulled away walking towards your dress. “While that sounds tempting Spector we have a gala to attend to now help me with the zippert please.” you said as you struggled pulling up the dress, “woah this feels a little tighter than when  I  first tried it on.” you said confused there's no way you could have gained weight so quickly, had you been stress eating? “I'm sure it fits, it's only been like a week there's no way it shrunk.” he said knowing Jake took it to a tailor to make it a couple sizes smaller so you'd be left with nothing to wear hence not go to the gala and stay back home where it's safe. “Ugh it's no use just help me get if off Marc.” you said upset with tears welling up. “Hey baby it's okay dont cry.” Marc said regretting going behind your back and making you feel this way. “ I  just don't get it. How did it not fit? Was I  really eating that much?  I  was just looking forward to wearing that dress.” you said looking down. “Its okay baby we can just call and be late and find something else.” he said, “no that's not necessary  I  have a backup  I  was just really excited about that dress.” you took a deep breath shaking off the sadness and going back into the closet and pulling out another dress, “Well at least i'll get to finally wear this one  I  wouldve hated for it to go to waste.” you said pulling it out of the cover and putting it on with ease, while Marc was left dumbfounded not thinking that you'd be bringing a back up. “Bloody hell mate she's one step ahead of us.” Steven said frustrated. “Ya quedamos muchachos we’re just gonna have to go in prepared for anything. Eyes up Marc this just got very real.” Jake said unnervingly quietly. As Marc turned around he saw you looking as beautiful as ever in the dress you wore when you died in his dream. Tears began to well in his now knowing that this was it and nothing could stop the night. “Baby? What's wrong?” you asked, cupping his face. “You look so- beautiful,  I  just love you so much.” he said kissing you deeply as if it was the last time because to him it just might be. “Oh Marc stop it you're gonna make me cry,  I  love you too. Let's get going.” you said snapping out of it before you didnt leave the hotel room at all. “Todo o nada muchachos we have to be ready for anything tonight.” Jake said as you both walked out of the hotel and into the car that would take you guys to the gala.

Once you made it through the carpet and cameras you finally walked in and admired the art on the walls and ceilings of the ball rooms hallways before you walked into the crowd full of people. “It's so beautiful  I  cant believe were here.” you said looking around letting go of Marcs arm to get a closer look of the art on the walls. “ I  cant either.” Marc said casually, taking your hand in his and smiling down at you. “So many people, don't wanna get lost.” he said after you looked back at him.

As the night went on you danced, had a few drinks and enjoyed meeting new people who could potentially help you grow in the near future. Although Marc was on edge for the majority of it, looking around, checking the room for suspicious activity, and keeping you away from large crowds in case you needed to run to safety, he was glad the night was almost over and you'd soon be able to go home and never think of this night again. “Miss it's time for you award acceptance if you'd please come with me.” a woman said, bringing Marc out of his thoughts. “Oh right it's time.” you said nervously laughing heading in the woman's direction. “Will you be okay here Marc?” you asked worried your boyfriend doesn't do well alone in public settings. “Yeah i'll be here, watching, waiting for you to come back.” he said smiling his heart pounding out of his chest as you turned around making the space between you two grow wider by the second. “Marc this doesn't feel right go a bit closer yeah?”Steven said  his anxiety started to get out of hand. “Yeah okay im gonna look for a spot right in front so  I  can move quickly.” he said and just as he began walking through the crowd your name was called and you walked up to accept the award and faced the crowd nearing the podium to give you speech. Marc tried to speed up but suddenly the cross seems to be acting as barricades and less humans. “Excuse me, I need to get through.” he said then the man turned around and whispered, “hail hydra.” Marcs eyes widened and as he tried to push through a bomb went off near the podium and you flew back hitting the ground quickly. “y/n!” Marc yelled, summoning the suit, the explosion had pushed him further from you with plenty of hydra agents to kill in between. “Marc! I'm okay!” you said trying to stand, your ears were ringing and you couldn't hear Marc answering you but you wanted him to know you were okay while he fought his way to you. “Y/n” you heard a voice call out, “pleasure to meet you although  I  think the bigger pleasure will be killing you tonight.” they said making you look up to a red emblem realizing a widow had been assigned to kill you, you used all the energy you had to grab a handful of dust and rocks and throw it into her face and run, more like limp but at the moment you just ran as far as you could hoping it would all be over soon. Meanwhile Marc was fighting the last of the hydra agents when he got to the last one he asked, “why are you here? Who sent you after her?” he said, holding up the crescent  ready to end him. “Her life  is the price her father must pay, you are too late, hail hydra.” he said laughing as Marc sliced his throat open and noticed you were gone. “No, no, no , n-” Marc said running out of the ball room and into the hallway that led to many rooms. “Shit.” Jake said panicking, “run mate she's bound to be hiding in one of these.” Steven said and just as Marc started running he heard you let out a blood curdling scream. “Y/N!” he screamed running as fast as he could looking through each door as he ran past them. “Baby!  I  need you to scream for me one more time!” he screamed hoping you'd be able to hear him. “Marc.” you said as loud as you could finally seeing you standing in the balcony of the top floor. “y/n.” he sighed in relief seeing the room empty he began running to you again but just as he got close the widow that had been chasing you earlier run down from the side of the outer wall, leap and pull out her gun as she shot you not just once but three times in the back before she landed on the floor smirked and ran off into the night completing her mission, your father had finally paid the price.

Marc told himself if he would have ran faster he would have been able to shield you from the bullets as he held your body and you tried to hold on to his still in shock and not feeling the pain. “M-Marc what's wrong?” you asked, trying to steady your breathing. “Come on baby we have to get you help please just focus on me and breathe okay come on.” he said looking down at your wide eyes while tears were in his as he took off the cowell scared this would be your last time together. “ I  just-  I  need to catch my breath-  I  cant-   I “  you struggled to speak. “Shhh don't try to speak to save your energy baby please just hold on for me okay?” he said trying to pick  you up but struggling realisinng he was slipping in your blood. “FUCK! Come on! Please please please.” he said crying, not ready to let you go just yet. “Give her the suit, Marc” he heard Khonshu say. “What?” he said looking up at the bird. “Allow her to become my avatar and  I  will heal her back to life but we must do it soon she is losing blood quickly.” he said rapidly standing over her body. “Kh-onshu?”  you asked looking up at the god of the night. “Do you y/l l/n  swear to protect the travelers of the night? To be my fist of vengeance?” he said loudly as your vision was becoming clouded and you almost gave in to the darkness you used all of the energy you had left in this world. “Come on, just one word princess.” Marc said as he tried to pinch you awake. “Yes.” you managed to squeak out. “Then rise and become my fist of vengeance, my moon knight!” Khonshus voice rang through your ears as you rose feeling the bullets leave your body with a weird and slightly painful sensation as the wounds healed and the suit wrapped around you like a blanket, you landed on your feet gracefully the suit wrapping around your curves making you look like the goddess the boys always saw you as. “Now go get your vengeance my little worm.” khonshu said as you looked out the balcony and went after the widow that almost took your life. “y/n!” Marc screamed trying to stop you, he knew what being in the suit and under Conscious leadership did to a person but he couldn't allow you to spill blood on your hands because of Khonshu. “That damned bird is going to tint our girls image how are we gonna get to her in time?” Steven asked. “We won't we’ll just have to hope she comes to her senses, she will amigos we have to trust her.” Jake said even though his twisted mind wished you did actually end the life of the scum that tried to take you from them. As they went in the direction you had gone in you had caught up to the widow who was taken aback by your appearance. “Break her windpipe.” you heard Khonshu say. Before she could attack you slid and dodged her punch, tripping her and getting the advantage of the higher ground, you had never felt a power like this, unstoppable. Just as you pulled the crescent from your chest you heard Marc voice, “Y/n! Don't do it! Don't listen to him! Please!put her down.” he said a pleading look in his eyes and then suddenly you felt yourself waking up, the feeling of fury and vengeance that consumed you leaving and giving you clarity, you gasped “oh my god” looking down at the barely breathing woman you let go of her body and backed away bringing yourself closer to the edge of the roof. “Stop!” Marc screamed fearing you'd hurt yourself. “I'm so sorry  I  don't know what happened, Marc im a terrible person, oh my god.” you said panicking as he got you off the ledge. “Its okay baby your didnt know its okay just breathe and give me back the suit  I ‘ll get us out of here.” he said taking your hands in his. “Okay.” you said looking at Khonshu and he sighed. “Fine, you have a potential little bird, don't forget that.” he said before disappearing and taking the suit with him and giving it back to Marc. You’d be lying if you said amidst everything Marc summoning the suit was the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen but right now was not the time considering a woman lying half dead a few feet away from you. Marc picked you up swiftly and took you to the ground and to the hotel balcony, “i'll be back soon.” he said turning his back to you, “Are you going to kill her?” you asked. He turned to look at you but without another word he jumped to the next sealing and made his way to the widow whose body still layed where you had left her barely breathing. “He tried to kill y/n, send her a message to whoever sent her Marc.” Khonshu urged him. “Shut up. Who sent you?” he asked, pulling her up by the collar making her yelp in pain. “Va-valentina” she said barely above a whisper. “Why?” Marc asked debut before he got an answer Jake fronted and sliced her throat, anger raging through his veins. “Jake what did you just do?” Marc asked “She almost killed y/n and you let her continue to breathe?  I  don't think so.” Jake said slowly. “ I  was trying to get answers, she was just the messenger.” Marc said frustrated that his only lead was now dead. “We got what we needed, now let's go.” Jake said allowing Marc to front once again because if Jake walked in you’d know they’d killed her. You hadn't moved from where he left you hoping he’d be back soon and this would all be over. It wasn't soon after you saw him at the edge of the rooftop jumping down and landing in front of you, you stood in front of the chair and ran to him and kissed him passionately glad to see him again and hope that it was finally all over. When you pulled away something in you wanted to ask if she was still alive but you didn't want to know so instead you kissed Mark again but this time deeper running your hands through his hair and pulling it slightly getting a moan from him as he pulled away. “We should get you cleaned up, bathtub, now.” he said walking you inside and into the bathroom wanting to do his best to keep you distracted and erase the events of tonight. He turned on the water and made sure it was warm before taking off your dress and washing all the blood off of you while you watched him, his mouth in a frown as he washed off the reminder that he was too late to save you and his dream almost became his reality. “Hey.” you said once you were out and in bed, “come here.” you said holding your hand out for him. “Thank you. For saving me.” you said looking up at him. “  I  didn't save you y/n, khonshu did, I almost got you killed.” he said, choking up. “No baby if you weren't there, there be no khonshu to save me, those people were looking for my father, not you.” you said trying to convince him, he couldn't even look at you. “Marc, do you love me?” you asked, making him finally look up at you confused. “Of course  I  do don't ever doubt that.” he said taking your head in his hands and pulling you closer, “so then show me.” you said looking down at his lips before you leaned in and kissed him once more pulling him towards the bed and beginning to undress him. Suddenly he grabbed you by the hips and threw you back onto the bed, “ I  love you.” he said getting on top of you and wrapping your legs around his waist while he grinded into your heat needing to feel you closer to him and he kissed down my kneck while you moaned his name. “ I  l-love you so much.” he said as you reached down to massage him through his boxers whilst taking off his bottoms. “Marc please,  I  need you.” you moaned, needing to feel him deep inside you and closer than ever.  He positioned himself at your entrance and said once again, “ I  love you princess.” as he pushed in slowly waiting for you to adjust to his size burying his head in your neck as you moaned into his ear, after a second he continued to push deeper until he was all the way in and groaned when he felt you tighten around him as he pulled out completely and went back in again this time pumping himself in and out of you at a slow pace wanting to take in every single sound you made and every single reaction you body gave him. He picked one of your legs over his shoulder so he could push himself even closer to you and it drove you to insane only making you want to stay like this forever, “oh marc dont stop baby.” you moaned in his ear making him groan and pick up his pace slightly and your encouragement only brought him closer to the edge. He picked his head up to look you in the eyes and seeing that look of pleasure all because of him only brought him closer, he kissed you suppressing your moans and you felt that feeling in the pit of your stomach as he hit your g-spot everytime, “Marc im -im about to-” you were cut off by your moan not being able to control it anymore. “ I  know baby come on cum for me.” and that was all it took to push you over the edge as he continued to pump into you as you rode out your high feeling euphoric. Marc was so close to the edge he dropped his head into the pillow next to you wanting to feel you tighten around him again, “Let go Marc.” you moaned as you tightened around him and sucked on his earlobe knowing it was one of his most sensitive spots and just like that Marc felt the best release of he life as he stuttered his moans and squeezed the pillow next you tightly as you massaged the back of his head and kissed his neck as you waited for him to come down from his climax. “ I  love you so fucking much y/n” he said breathless as he laid on top of you and hugged your waist never wanted to lose the touch of your skin. “ I  love you too Marc.” you said as you both finally dozed off into the night in each other's arms but this time he dreamt of a life with you by his side and children running around your garden with a feeling of love and content.

[yslkook]

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summary: jungkook is a man of mystery and you take him on a date.

pairing: “badboy” jk x “shy/reserved” oc

warnings: cursing, alc, excessive use of pet names, a shitty relationship, unprotected sex (pls use protection, these two are being foolish) , some choking, grinding, making out, oral

word count: ~6.3k

a/n: if you want to be tagged, send an ask plz. would love to hear your thoughts. a big thank you to @cutechim for creating the texts for me lmao<33

***

Jungkook remains tight-lipped about what it was he had done over the weekend, when he had gone with Jin and Mina to a tattoo convention a few hours away. They had ended up staying the night there, and while Jungkook wanted to ask you to come with him, he wondered if it was too soon to ask. After all, you were both still enjoying each other’s company at your own sweet pace.

Eventually his little secret gets put on the back burner for the rest of the week. You were supposed to get bubble tea with him on Tuesday, but unfortunately a last minute work issue with your client and your application came up. You’d ended up working late, your eyes screaming in fatigue and went straight to bed that evening. He had understood, of course he did.

On Thursday, he was supposed to grab lunch with you at a cafe that he thought you might like, but this time it was him who had a conflict. His older sister had showed up to the tattoo parlor without any prior notice. She does this every so often, when things aren’t going well with her on again, off again shitty “boyfriend”.

Jungkook had sighed, cancelling on lunch with you to spend time with Jooyeon and comfort her with fried chicken and ice cream. You had sent an understanding thumbs up and a promise to call him later and end up having lunch with your work wife, Kira instead.

Kira who doesn’t fail to point out the glow in your cheeks and your general aura, even though it’s been nearly a week and a half since you saw Jungkook last. You roll your eyes and ignore the flames in your cheeks (and her laughter), and change the subject to your work projects. She tells you about some of the coding issues and compliance issues she’s been having with her software, and you tell her about the hours you’ve been pouring into your application for your client.

It doesn’t bother you that Jungkook hadn’t asked if you wanted to meet his sister. After all, he’d told you bits and pieces about her and her relationship. And in the last few weeks, your relationship has blossomed so beautifully. There was no reason to rush, you think. You’ll meet her hopefully under better circumstances for her.

Jungkook spends most of the evening with Jooyeon, letting her cry herself to sleep in his bed. His sister hardly ever cries like this, with sobs full of pain and hurt because of another man. But it’s been happening too much lately, too many fights and too much of Joo losing herself. It makes Jungkook see red more often than not. He knows what you’d say- that she needs him more than anything else and to not be so impulsive.

He makes sure Joo eats a warm meal before she falls asleep and he shoots you a text:

Jungkook: baby

You: hi

You: everything ok?

Jungkook: no, joo’s bf is a fkin asshole

Jungkook: she’s sleeping

Jungkook: miss u

You: im sorry baby :( can i call you?

He jumps at the chance, the sound of your voice and sight of your pretty face on video call instantly calming him. Jungkook is sure to wear a beanie to hide his surprise for you (but you don’t question it. After all, you’ve seen him in beanies plenty of times before and it’s dim in the apartment.) He moves to the couch, asking softly for you to tell him about your day. You recount every single detail from memory, shifting under your covers to tell him about how you had nearly stumbled down the stairs in front of your manager’s manager because you had missed a step.

It pulls a soft laugh from him.

“Jungkook,” You say quietly, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I don’t even know what to say,” Jungkook sighs, “She’s just… Byung-woo and her have had this on and off thing for years now. He won’t commit to her and she just refuses to see him for what he is. Like, when it’s good, it’s really good. But when it’s bad, it’s awful. I wish she’d fucking see it for herself. I don’t know what to do anymore, baby.”

“Oh, baby,” You murmur, wishing you could hug him, “All you can do is be there for her but be honest with her. She’ll come around soon, hopefully. It’s hard to see past a shitty person sometimes, when all you want is for them to love you.”

“I hope so, too,” Jungkook says, “She’d love you, you know?”

“Who wouldn’t?”

“Don’t get a big head,” Jungkook chuckles, “Maybe you can meet her someday. Under better circumstances, I mean.”

“Really? You want me to meet your older sister?” You ask softly, feeling a little flustered, “That’s serious.”

“I told you, baby,” Jungkook soothes, “I’m serious about you.”

“Yeah. Seriously crazy about me,” You giggle to yourself. You know if Jungkook was with you, he’d flick your forehead.

“It’s true,” He murmurs, “Maybe I can see you this weekend?”

“Yeah, you still have to show me what you did over the weekend! Take care of Jooyeon first,” You reply, “Let me know if you need anything. I’ll drop stuff off, just tell me.”

“I will,” Jungkook promises, “Sleep well, I miss you.”

“Sleep well. I miss you.”

***

Jooyeon ends up leaving on Saturday morning after a lecture from Jungkook and with determined resolve in her eyes. You jump at the chance to take him out tonight, knowing how stressed he’s been the last few days.

You: be ready at 6:30 tn, im taking u out. and dress slutty

Jungkook doesn’t know how to interpret your text when he reads it. He considers asking Mina and Mei what this means, but ultimately leaves it alone. Replying to your message with a quick thumbs up, he busies himself with getting ready to see you (and surprising you, finally after a full week of wanting to show you what he had done.)

Once you parallel park your car (which takes far too long than you’d like to admit), you grab the small bouquet of purple roses that you had gotten for Jungkook and text him saying that you’ll be up in a few minutes.

Taehyung had caught you struggling to parallel park, and had told Jungkook with a snicker. Which earned him a punch to the arm.

There wasn’t a particular reason that you had chosen to get purple roses for him, other than the fact that they reminded you of him. You hope he likes them.

Jungkook hears a soft knock at the door, and can already envision you behind it. He hopes you like his surprise, the one he’s been teasing you for a week about. You had given no hints of what you would be wearing- you had only sent him one selfie that didn’t give much of a hint into your outfit. He has no doubt that you’ll look gorgeous, but still.

Maybe Jungkook’s nerves shouldn’t be this intense, but he can’t help it. He swings the front door open, only to be greeted by you swaying on your feet with your hands held behind your back. His heart throbs when you pull your hands apart and present him with a beautiful bouquet of purple roses.

How ironic.

“Hello,” You say with a small smile, suddenly feeling a little shy and gasping when your eyes land on his hair, “Wow. You weren’t kidding…”

His hair is tied back into a ponytail, but it’s unmistakably elegant and so violet. Two neat pieces of his newly dyed hair fall into his face effortlessly, but then your gaze reaches the piercing on his left eyebrow. Your lips remain parted in surprise and without thinking, you reach up to touch his hair. It’s still soft, as it always is.

“Come in, baby,” Jungkook says, taking the roses from you, “You must really like me, huh? Got me flowers and everything?”

“Shut up,” You mutter, cheeks heating up, “Don’t get a big head.”

Jungkook only grins wolfishly at you and winks at you, eyes unashamedly glued to your ass. You roll your eyes, and swat his shoulder as you watch him put the rose in a vase and place it in the center of the dining table.

This isn’t the first time you’ve been in his shared apartment (that he lives with Taehyung and Jimin in) but you somehow feel shy in his presence again, as if it was the first time. The first time you had been here with him had been the first time you had spent the night at his apartment several weeks ago, after a night out with your friends.

You let your gaze wander, curious eyes settling on the subtle matching of the furniture and the cleanliness of the apartment. There’s not a stray speck of dust in sight, but maybe you’re distracting yourself from addressing the pretty purple of his hair. Your mouth is dry, and you’re probably drooling a little. You wonder if Jungkook prepared for this, the same way you did (in that you had washed your car, cleaned every inch of it and gotten a new car freshener).

A faint scent of fresh laundry and lavender sits in the spaces of his home. It calms you and gives you the boost to turn your eyes to him.

“Thanks for the roses, baby,” Jungkook says, giving you a smile and starry eyes. He pulls you into his arms, your back against the counter. “Surprise. Do you like it?”

“Uh,” You mumble, brain deciding to short-circuit with the way he looks at you. His smile turns into a smirk, deciding to further render you speechless by pressing himself closer to you and cradling your neck. He’s careful not to touch your face. He doesn’t want to mess your makeup up terribly, at least not yet.

“I know you like my hair. Your face says it all, baby,” Jungkook continues and ducks his head for a quick kiss, “You’re pretty.” He does quite like this dress, light blue and dotted in small flowers with thin straps. His eyes are instantly drawn to the drawstring at the center of your chest and he quells the urge to pull at it.

Jungkook’s mouth waters when he sees the side split of the dress but you want more from him immediately, but he pulls away to your chagrin. Even with the simple kiss, the burgundy color of your lipstick stains his plump bottom lip.

You shiver. It appears that he tried to take your words via text to heart- to dress slutty. He’s wearing a loose animal print button up, with the top three buttons undone. It gives you a delectable view of his pecs, his collarbones and a hint of the tattoo on his right side. As if you weren’t already weak in the knees for him as it was, he wears a black coat and tight, leather pants.

Jungkook pulls it off, like he pulls everything off and the purple hair blends seamlessly with his look. Tonight, he’d opted for two silver hoops in each ear and a thin silver necklace to match.

Your knees are weak, they’ve been weak since you had seen him in this offensive outfit and his hair, his new piercing that was clearly an attack on your entire existence.

The purple hair. The piercing. He’ll be the death of you tonight, you know it. Your legs are wobbly, panties already probably a little wet just from seeing him and from a few of his kisses. But you can’t help it. Without thinking, you press your lips to his, drawing your tongue into his mouth eagerly. You are so hungry, so eager to devour him and drink up anything that he offers you. Jungkook tugs you closer to him lightly by your waist but-

“Seriously? Right in front of my dinner?” Comes an amused voice from behind Jungkook and you nearly screech at the familiar sound of Jimin’s voice.

“I- I didn’t-You-” You stammer, feeling your face heat up to a degree that it’s definitely never heated up to before. You hide behind Jungkook to fix your surely wrecked lipstick. You’re certain his own lips are probably comically smudged with your lipstick as well. “Sorry Jimin, I didn’t mean to. I didn’t know, we’ll leave-”

Jungkook only rolls his eyes at Jimin’s wide smirk and knowing eyes. He hears you scolding Jungkook for not telling him that anyone was home, to which he promptly responds “well, you didn’t ask!”

Despite the very natural and easy flow of conversation between you and Jungkook in your car, you still feel overheated and jumpy, your fingers incessantly tapping on the steering wheel. It’s not Jungkook, it’s you and your own nerves. It’s not the first time you’ve gone out to dinner with him and it’s certainly not the first time you’ve had him in your car. If Jungkook notices, he says nothing.

“Where are we going, baby?” Jungkook asks, looking at you. You don’t meet his eyes, choosing instead to focus on the road despite being at a red light.

“Umm, that place you mentioned the other day. The one we talked about trying together,” You say softly. Jungkook can only wonder why you’re a little quiet, but he thinks he knows. You slip into your head so easily and he doesn’t mind gently tugging you out of your thought cloud and into reality with him.

“Can you help me park,” You mumble sheepishly, “I get nervous parking in such tight spaces.”

“Yeah, pull over here before it’s impossible to,” Jungkook murmurs. You nod and do so, hopping out of the driver’s seat to switch places with him. But before you can get in the passenger’s seat, Jungkook grips your wrist loosely. You look at him curiously, with wide eyes and he drops a kiss to your lips, swallowing your surprise.

“You’re so pretty,” Jungkook murmurs, “So fucking pretty, baby. I love this dress on you.” You preen at his praise, leaning forward for another kiss with a shy smile. He subtly squeezes your left tit before letting his hand travel downward.

“You look really good, Jungkook,” You murmur before he kisses you, “I-I really, really like it. A lot.”

He gently caresses your thigh from under your dress, the heat of his hand shooting straight up your core. Jungkook slips his tongue into your mouth quickly, coaxing your endearing nervousness away. As if you both aren’t pulled over to the side of the street where cars are passing you by (and surely wondering why you both were making out like this in public).

“Are we gonna be those people who have a roadside quickie,” You laugh, gently pushing his shoulder when you pull away.

“Roadside quickie? Get your mind out of the gutter,” Jungkook says but his lips twist into a wicked smirk, “But hey, if you wanna give me road head, I’m not going to complain about it-”

“Ha, you would be so lucky,” You scoff, feeling your nerves beginning to ease out of you, “C’mon, our reservation is soon. And then we can talk about road head.”

Dinner goes perfectly and after a glass of wine you feel those inexplicable nerves wash away. What did you have to be nervous for anyway? It was Jungkook- Jungkook who you’ve known for years. Your friend before any of this. He asks you about work, how your application is going-

“Your client sounds pretty demanding,” Jungkook muses, “You keeping up with it okay?”

“Yeah, but I’m not even an application engineer so I’m just learning as I go. My true roots are data and data science but I get to see all of it. Which is cool. But also time consuming, like the other evening, I had to read up on the compliance regulations. But my favorite thing is creating modeling and programs for this app, it’s really cool because it’s healthcare specific. So I’m learning about that sector as well, it’s mostly python but we’ve been doing testing with different healthcare providers in the area and they’re all responding really well to it-” You’re rambling, you know it, but your passion for your career knows no bounds and Jungkook makes no move to stop you. He only smiles at you, eyes crinkling and nose scrunching, gesturing for you to continue.

It’s funny. Not even a few months ago, you would have cut yourself off from your own rambling. In an attempt to convince yourself that the other person didn’t need to hear about it. Maybe that was Sora’s subconscious influence on you. Today, you don’t think twice about it, glowing and shimmering under the dim, blue lights of the restaurant as you tell Jungkook more about your job.

He makes your heart race and he’s sitting right in front of you. Your chin is in your hands as you listen to the pretty words slipping out of his lips. He’s so dreamy, and you struggle to not let your gaze stray from his eyes and linger on his exposed tattoos and chest. You don’t even know where to look, deciding to settle on the way his newly purple locks fall to his forehead just perfectly.

“What do you wanna eat for dessert?” You murmur, looking at the menu and cautiously allowing your foot to brush against his.

In hindsight, you should’ve seen it coming-

“You,” Jungkook says easily, as if he’s talking about the weather.

“Corny,” You roll your eyes, but nudge his foot again. You end up deciding on sharing a slice of decadent, chocolate mousse cake. Which Jungkook ends up finishing off when you satisfy your sweet tooth after a few big bites.

He leans over without a second thought, thumbing away stray cream from the corner of your mouth. Your tongue darts out to lick the tip of his thumb and he looks at you with wide eyes before grinning roguishly.

“Wanna get outta here, baby?”

“Should I take you home, Jungkook?” You ask, finding the courage somewhere in the remnants of the glass of wine currently evaporating from your system to take his hand in your lap once you’re both settled in your car.

“Do you want to take me home?” Jungkook asks with a quirked eyebrow.

“I have some wine I think you’d like at my place. I just got it,” You say a little breathlessly, “And I have to inspect something, I might need your help.” Jungkook laughs, a little derisively and you pout.

“You don’t have to bribe me with wine, baby. You know I would’ve been down regardless,” Jungkook says, squeezing your hand, “What do you need to inspect? Do you have a leak or something?”

“Yeah, I’ve got a leak alright,” You say under your breath, thinking about the growing wetness in your panties, “My man just showed up here with purple hair and an eyebrow piercing, looking like a damn model after one whole week. I have to inspect him.”

“Oh, is that so? In that case, I would love to be your lab rat. Besides, it’s not like I haven’t seen the inside of your bedroom before-”

“Who said you’d get that far?”

“I already did, baby. Did you forget?” Jungkook’s smirk widens, eyes sparkling with mischief. He gently cups your face, thumb on your chin and hovers just over your lips. You think he’s about to kiss you, so you close your eyes in anticipation of his lips on yours.

But it never comes. Instead, his breath fans over your cheeks and he lets out a low laugh. “I sure didn’t forget, and I know you didn’t either.”

You roll your eyes and swat his hand away, ignoring (but letting out a smile) when he chuckles. You decide to hold his hand for as much of the drive back home you can.

Jungkook’s hands are on your hips even as you’re fumbling with the keys to your front door. He’s a distraction, his warm heat plastered against your back and the simple act of opening your damn door feels like too much of a chore. When Jungkook’s lips glaze over the back of your neck, his fingers roaming your waist, it’s difficult for you to focus.

So Jungkook scoffs and turns the key for you. “Can’t open the door, baby?” Jungkook taunts and you level him with a glare.

“It’s not my fault you can’t keep your hands to yourself in front of my door!”

“You like it,” Jungkook says, shutting the door behind him and hugging you as you try to walk away from him to wash up. You escape his grip with a giggle and lock yourself in your bathroom, while Jungkook waits with a disgruntled pout.

When you come out, you head into the kitchen to pour out two glasses of wine and bring some snacks out. You’re not particularly hungry, though you wouldn’t mind eating and you’re sure Jungkook wouldn’t mind either.

Your train of thought is of course interrupted by the man himself and he wraps his arms around you from behind, pushing you into the counter. One might say that Jungkook is being clingy, but you know this is how he shows his affections. Through physical touch more than anything else. And you quite like it, you like the reassurance of his body close to yours. It’s what you’ve always wanted and never known that you needed.

“Missed you,” He breathes into your hair. Even if he’s been with you for the last few hours… You understand him. It feels like you’re both making up for lost time. For time that you could’ve spent together, rather than apart.

“Me too,” You murmur, “Can you take this to the couch, honey? I’ll bring the glasses and the wine.”

Jungkook hums and kisses your temple, squeezing your ass before heeding your soft demand. You sit next to him, thighs touching, and pour out a glass for both of you to enjoy. You lean against his shoulder, wrapping an arm around his bicep and turn the television on. But neither of you are really paying attention.

“Hey,” Jungkook murmurs, “I had a good time tonight, baby.”

“Don’t I know it,” You say smugly, “It’s not everyday a pretty girl takes you out for din-” He cuts your words off by pulling you into his lap, somehow not spilling even a single drop of wine in the movement. You would’ve killed him if even a hint of a wine stain appeared on your velvet couch.

You press your hand into his shoulder, the hint of his tattoo and the glint of his piercing catching your eye. You swirl your glass of wine with your other hand. “What a precarious position to be in,” You say dryly, even grinding your hips into his playfully. He gives you a look, and stills your movements with one hand on your waist. Jungkook sets his glass on the coffee table behind you and cradles your neck, pulling you down for a sharp kiss. It’s almost desperate and needy, nothing like his kisses from before.

You slip your tongue into his honeyed mouth, tasting seeds of his desperation with your tongue. But then, you remember your wine glass and pull away from his lips with a lewd smack to reach behind you and place it on the coffee table as well.

“So pretty,” Jungkook moans, pushing the straps of your dress to the side and dotting your shoulders in wine-stained kisses, “Pretty girl, my pretty baby-”

You tilt his cheek towards you for a kiss, whining into his mouth at his praise. It shoots down your spine in a delicious hum and his hands roaming the expanse of your back makes you feel warm and powerful.

The way your hips move in time with his, the way you fit into the crevices of his thighs and his chest- he just wants to give you everything. He wants to treat you the way you deserve to be treated. Jungkook will give you everything, if you let him.

“And what about you?” You rasp with swollen lips and wild eyes when you finally pull away. You press your fingers into the exposed, inky part of his chest, where his shirt is unbuttoned for your eyes. “You look so fucking good all the time, but-but I told you to dress slutty and you did this for me, huh? You did this for me, bunny?”

Jungkook’s cock jumps in his tight pants and his throat goes dry. Your eyes are devious, filled with mischief and sin and he gives himself to you fully and wholly.

“Yeah,” Jungkook nods eagerly, “Yeah, I wanted to look nice for you, baby.”

“A-and your hair,” You mumble, feeling a little lovesick, “I love it, I love it, I love it-I just wanna- wanna make you feel good. Can I do that, bunny? Make you feel good?”

Jungkook nods with wide, doe eyes, wondering how the tables were turned so quickly.

“Take me to my bedroom,” You demand softly. The glasses of wine and snacks on the tray are left forgotten as Jungkook easily scoops you up in his arms. Even with your lips soft and slow against his neck, he somehow makes it to your bed.

It’s definitely not the first time you’ve had Jungkook in your bed (or that you’ve been in his bed). It’s not the first time you’ve peeled his shirt off meticulously and licked your way down his chest, to unbutton his tight pants. It’s not the first time he’s seen you on your knees on your bed (to alleviate the strain on your knees if you were on the floor).

By now, the shock of your impatience has worn off. Jungkook frequently reminds you to slow down, that you both have nowhere to be except with each other.

It looks like his pants are glued to his legs, and while you can appreciate the visual, you want to appreciate the real thing. You groan in frustration and Jungkook does the work for you, pushing the offending fabric away and breathing a sigh of relief. You crawl closer to him, nails featherlight against his taut thighs.

He’s golden, his body taut and spilling with swirls of color in the divots of his muscles. Your mouth waters.

But Jungkook moves your hands away when you start inching closer, wanting to palm his cock. He joins you on the bed, pushing your back to the bed and hiking the skirt of your dress up to your hips. His hands are tight and warm and welcome on your hips, a flare of desire shooting down your spine and straight to your pussy. You buck your hips up towards him with a pout but he only squeezes.

“What did I tell you,” Jungkook murmurs, swatting your thigh lightly.

“You’ll have to remind me,” You breathe.

“Told you to slow down, baby,” Jungkook says, letting his fingers trail up your thighs and slip under your panties. His hand is warm in contrast to the rings on his fingers. They do little to cool your skin, though. “Impatient girl.”

“You say that like a bad thing-”

“And you talk so fucking much,” Jungkook drawls, hovering over you and dropping his weight on top of you, nudging your cheek to kiss you. You reach upwards to thread your hands through his hair but he’s quick, so much quicker than you. Jungkook pins your wrists with just one hand, and the mere action, the mere display of strength has you sighing and your pussy fluttering.

“Lift your hips,” Jungkook says thickly, and you do so immediately. It’s easy for him to pull your black lace panties off to the side. But before he does so he gives you a small smile of approval, knowing that you wore them specifically for him to see.

“I really do love this dress, baby,” He says, “Makes your tits and your ass look amazing.”

“Take it off, then. And see the goods up close,” You say, wiggling against his grip.

“I will,” Jungkook says lazily, “Don’t you worry your pretty head about it.” Without a single warning, he lifts you up easily into his lap. Your bare pussy brushes against his bare cock deliciously, your hips moving of their own accord. He stills you again, and carefully unzips your dress and pulls it off of you. His fingers on you are soft but firm, leaving your head spinning and hazy.

You haven’t even had his cock yet, and you’re about ready to combust. Jungkook pushes you on the bed, your tits bouncing with the force of your back hitting the mattress and hovers over you. You pull at his hair a little impatiently and he groans, the sound reverberating across the walls only to ring in your head. You want to hear it again, and again and again.

“Jungkook,” You whine, “Please, bunny, do something. Look at me, look at my pussy, come clean me up-”

“So needy,” Jungkook murmurs and ignores you in favor of kissing your tits, rubbing your nipples with his fingers, “‘M needy for you too, baby.”

“You’re so hard, so big,” You babble, “Please, want your cock, baby.”

Impatient. Jungkook kisses your chest, your belly, your hips and makes you cum on his tongue twice (while you tear up and cry a little bit, gripping his purple locks fiercely and holding onto his shoulder) before letting you stroke his cock. You’re about to push him on his back to blow him with determined eyes, but he stops you.

It appears he’s impatient too, and he wants to see you cream his cock before cumming all over your tits (which has become his favorite place to).

“Jungkook,” You breathe sharply, “There, baby, right there-” You cut yourself off with a groan, stilling your hips and pushing his face into your chest. Jungkook’s groans are muffled against your tits, but you feel the wetness of his lips and the warmth of his tongue over your nipples.

“Shit,” You mumble, “Feels so good-”

“So pretty, baby,” Jungkook coos, pulling away from your tits to look up at you with lust in his eyes, “I’m yours, all yours-”

You groan, bouncing on his cock even harder as a flare of possessiveness flashes across your belly. “Move back,” You say softly, “Lay down. I’m gonna ride you so good, baby.”

Jungkook barely has a chance to catch his breath before your nails are on his chest, trying to hold yourself steady as you push yourself down onto his cock, pulling a deep moan of your name from his lips. His hands are tight on your hips, watching with wide eyes- he doesn’t know where to look, what to do.

He squeezes when one of your hands drifts over his and rests on top of his hand.

“I’m yours, I’m yours,” Jungkook mumbles, “Whatever you want baby, I’m yours-”

“You talk so much,” You say hoarsely, with a wicked smile, “It’s cute.” Your free hand floats upward, resting loosely at the base of his neck. His chain is cold against his heated skin but all he can focus on is the glide of your hand over his neck.

His cock twitches inside you and your smile widens. “Is this okay?” You whisper, “This okay, bunny?”

“Harder,” Jungkook groans, “Fuck, harder, baby.”

“Like this?” You ask innocently, closing your hand around the sensitive spots of his neck. His pretty eyes flutter as he nods, a quiet moan slipping out into the air.

“You’re pretty like this,” You say softly, “Shit, you’re pretty like this…”

He lets out a choked laugh at that. You lean forward, pressing your lips to his hastily. Jungkook thrusts upward, hips meeting your ass but your hand doesn’t leave his neck. Not just yet. You breathe into his mouth, allowing him to swallow your soft whimpers.

You wet your lips with a loud smack and cradle his cheek gently. Jungkook is mesmerized by the heat in your eyes, smoldering and burning through his skin. You let your fingers glide over your clit, gathering wetness and before Jungkook can ask what you're doing-

“Open,” You mumble hoarsely, “Open, bunny.”

Pushing a finger past his chapped lips, you gasp at the sight of him below you with your fingers in his mouth.

You could cum just from watching him. His tongue swirls over your finger before sucking lightly with a pretty flush covering his cheeks. Your eyes widen, another gasp brushing over his cheeks.

“Fuck,” You mumble dreamily, “You’re so good, bunny.”

Your body is burning, jaw slack and the feeling of Jungkook’s bare cock inside of you almost too much to handle. It was wildly irresponsible- he wasn’t wearing a condom and you weren’t on birth control, and it was a conversation for later. But you can’t think, not when it feels this good, not when you’ve had a taste of his cock in this way. Besides, he always pulls out just in time. But still, you both should know better.

“Oh, Jungkook,” You whine, “‘m close, I’m so fucking close, make me cum, bunny-”

“Baby,” Jungkook rasps, “My pretty baby looks so good on my cock like this. My smart, kind, b-beautiful girl, my angel-”

Tears prick your eyes- it’s easy for you to become overwhelmed like this. You tug your hands away and thread your fingers through his, dipping your head for a kiss.

“You like that, angel? You like being mine?” Jungkook murmurs, slowing your hips so he can take over. But he knows you’re close.

“Only yours,” You mumble. Jungkook pulls you into his chest swiftly and flips you so that you’re on your back. He places your legs over his shoulders and brackets your head with his forearms, his necklace just above your nose and his hair tickling your face. But you're mesmerized by the determination and adoration in his eyes.

“Jungkook,” You murmur brokenly, “O-oh, y-yeah, baby, there, mmmf-” You squeeze his biceps with a gasp, watching his face closely. Pushing his hair behind his ears, you cradle his cheek and pull him down for a sweet, long kiss.

His fingers dance across your thighs and rub your clit in slow circles and murmuring soft words of praise in your ear. You’re vaguely aware that your body erupts in a tidal wave of flames, warming you from inside out. You don’t hear anything except for your cries of his name, you don’t see anything but him through your blurry eyes.

“Baby,” Jungkook says through clenched teeth, “O-open your mouth, baby. Fuck, baby, this pussy- I’m gonna cum, baby, fuck-”

You open your mouth with hooded eyes and your tongue lolling out and Jungkook pulls out of you abruptly with a series of curses. He’s not fast enough to get all of his cum in your mouth, some of it landing on your cheek. You swallow his cum with a dopey smile and open your arms for him to bury his face in your tits.

“Fuck, baby,” Jungkook says breathlessly, rolling off of you and pulling you into his side, “This pussy’s gonna be the death of me. Where’d you learn to ride dick like that, huh?”

“I’ll never tell,” You mumble, “Gimme a kiss.”

And so he does, tasting himself on your lips. He kisses you nice and slow, just how you both like after a night like this. Eventually he cleans you up and you do the same for him.

Under the covers with only the shared warmth between your sheets to keep you company, you rest your head on Jungkook’s bicep and look up at him. Your fingers continue tracing patterns on his chest, tracing the swirls and curves of ink as they appear.

Jungkook dips his head to nudge your nose and you softly laugh as his hair falls into your face. “What are you thinking about, baby?” He murmurs, lazily draping an arm over you. By now, you’ve realized that Jungkook is possibly the most vulnerable with you in moments like this. When you’re both bare and basking in a post-sex haze.

That’s not to say that he’s not vulnerable at other times. But it’s just different like this.

You take his hand and thread your fingers through his. His fingers are bare, as you had taken his rings off and they’re currently sitting in your jewelry dish on your dresser.

“We just,” You murmur, “We spent so long being apart. When we should’ve been together. All because I…”

“Stop,” Jungkook says firmly but gently, “Don’t do that. You’re where you’re supposed to be. We’re where we’re supposed to be.”

“But we wasted so much time not being together because of me,” You mumble forlornly, feeling your throat getting a little dry, “Because I listened to Sora and didn’t-”

“Oh, baby,” Jungkook says, pulling you in for a hug and a forehead kiss, “That’s not true at all. We’re together now, and we both had some growing to do. That’s what matters.”

“Okay,” You reply in a strained voice. You don’t quite sound like you believe him, and Jungkook makes a mental note of that. “Do you feel like… we have lost time to make up for?”

“Do you feel like that?” Jungkook counters, making your heart skip a beat, “Because I don’t. I know it’s hard, baby, but you can’t beat yourself up for that. It’s in the past, baby. Forgive yourself. There’s nothing to race against, it’s just me and you.”

“I’ll try,” You say a little meekly. Jungkook nods and pulls you in for a soft kiss, one that has your toes curling and your belly flipping. He shifts so that you’re tucked into his side, surrounded by him and his hands on your skin. He kisses you until your previous thoughts don’t feel so loud in your head, he whispers to you and pulls sweet laughs from your throat until you can detach from the strange cloud that had suddenly appeared.

He’s your safe place.

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