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merakiui · 5 months ago

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there is a knock at your door.

yandere!jade leech x (gender neutral) reader x yandere!floyd leech cw: yandere, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, stalking, fear/paranoia, kidnapping note - will you open it? // a birthday gift for the lovely and amazing @fish-brain-go-brrrr!!!!!!! may your special day be filled with eels, tako, and boundless happiness. (´▽`ʃƪ)♡ thank you for being a wonderful friend!! have the best birthday and enjoy this little gift hehe!!!! 🎉

Knock, knock.

The door opens to reveal your friend since forever: Azul Ashengrotto.

And, more importantly, his Alaskan Malamute, who bounds over in quick clicks to greet you. You laugh as she all but pushes past Azul’s legs in an effort to reach your outstretched arms.

“Well, excuse you!” Azul laughs. She slobbers all over your face in her form of affectionate greeting before pulling away to sniff curiously at your suitcase. “Someone’s excited to see you.”

“I haven’t even gotten through the door,” you remark in between giggles.

“Okay, Pepper, that’s enough.” Azul clicks his tongue and she parts from you (not before delivering one final lick to your cheek). He smiles and pats her affectionately. “Good girl.”

Despite Pepper’s impressive size, she’s nothing but a softie. A gentle giant, some would describe her. You remember when she was just a puppy, small enough to be cradled in Azul’s arms like a human baby. How she’s grown!

“If you’d come this way, you can put your stuff down.” Azul shuffles aside to allow you to step fully into the foyer of his smartly-furnished home. “I’m sure you’re already familiar with everything, but it won’t hurt to reiterate.”

“Please do. It’s been a while since I’ve been at your place. Doesn’t seem like anything’s changed, though.”

He hums and shuts the door behind you. It locks smoothly. You trail after Azul, wheeling your suitcase down the hall and into the sitting room. Pepper bounds after the both of you and makes herself comfortable on a fluffy dog bed.

“Pepper’s feeding schedule hasn’t changed. Although I did switch to a different brand of dry food. This one is much better. Vet’s orders and all that. And every month I have a chef come in to prepare her a special, nutritionally balanced meal with only the freshest ingredients.”

“Wow! Isn’t she spoiled?” you tease in an exaggerated baby voice.

“I take care of my things,” he replies simply, shrugging your playful remark off, “and Pepper deserves only the finest.”

“I’m sure she appreciates it.”

As if having realized she’s the subject of conversation, Pepper barks.

Azul leads you through the house into the kitchen. It looks different from the last time you saw it and you realize he must have had it redone. Every appliance is brand-new, winking back at you when you peek into each gleaming surface.

Sleek, you think, admiring the wall oven.

“Pepper gets one cup of dry food twice every day. Once in the morning and once at night. On Fridays, I give her a can of wet food as a treat. She can have that whenever you think is best. I usually do it around late morning, early afternoon.”

“Dry food twice each day. Wet food Friday. Got it.”

He opens a small door to a cupboard packed neatly with cans and containers. “This is where I keep her food. This bigger door is for human food. The wonderful pantry.” He knocks on it playfully.

Knock, knock.

You attempt a poor joke. “So it’s not just all dog food?”

“I have to feed myself,” he says, dramatically aghast. “I’m not a dog.”

“You sure about that?”

Azul barks out a chuckle. His mouth quirks up in an amused half-grin. “I’m sorry to disappoint. If it makes you feel any better, I’ve stocked this one full of everything indicated in the preferences you sent me.”

“So that’s why you asked me for that list! I just thought you wanted food recs.”

“That, too. You have unique tastes.”

“Microwave and canned meals are always there for me in my darkest hours.”

He hums. “Well, I’ve made sure to get each of your human favorites, so you needn’t feen for those too much.”

There’s a razored edge to his remark that makes you shrivel inside. As if your appetite is cheap in some way, more like a dog’s than a person’s.

But this is his house and it’s his money. You wouldn’t put it past him to factor in the pay cut for unnecessary sass. So you simply bare your teeth in a smile and take the punch, whether it was intended for you or not. Sometimes you forget he’s supposed to be your friend.

“You’re welcome to use the kitchen. The whole house is your oyster, really,” he continues, guiding you towards the back door. It’s then when you notice the little black camera positioned in the corner of the room, its red eye peering soundlessly back at you. You wonder if that’s a new addition—the dog cameras. You can’t remember if they were there the last summer you were here. “Pepper has a tendency to stay out longer than she needs to after she’s done her business. She’ll come to the door once she’s had her fill, so there’s no need to fret. Although I’m sure she’ll listen to you. She’s quite obvious in her favoritism…”

You laugh but not because it’s funny. Because it’ll hopefully land you within his good graces, which is patently absurd if he’s meant to be your friend. You’re not even sure you can call these favors friendship when they’re transactional. If anything, you’re friendlier with Pepper than you are with Azul.

Am I really closer with a dog than a human? you think as he opens the door for you to view the fenced-in yard. You watch Azul gesture, his lips moving with his words. Actually, maybe Azul’s the dog.

Doubtful, but that doesn’t make the imagery any less comedic.

“I’ll be back next Monday. If you need anything or have any questions, you have my number. Oh, but just in case I’ve written the schedule for you and pasted it on the fridge should you forget.”

“I’ll be fine. It’s nothing I haven’t done before.”

At that, he smiles sincerely. “Thank you. I really do appreciate this, considering everything was such short notice.”

“Nah, don’t worry. We’re friends. Plus, Pepper loves me.”

He chuckles. “I suppose that’s more than enough of a bonus. Speaking of which, how much would you like to be paid?”

“However much you’d like to give me,” you blurt and immediately regret it.

“I researched the average pay for dog-sitters, but there were just so many conflicting opinions and variables. So what do you think would be best? Please don’t sell yourself short on account of my asking. I’m always willing to give you more for your services.”

Taking a pause, you contemplate his words. If you factor in the grocery trip he made on your behalf and his letting you stay for the week alongside the tasks you’ll be completing for Pepper…

You open your mouth to suggest four-hundred madol, but he beats you to it—and with a completely different amount.

“Does three-hundred suffice?”

“Sure. No, yes. Yeah, that works.” You smile, but you aren’t very pleased.

“Wonderful! If you ever find yourself thinking you might need more, please do tell me. I want to make sure you’re paid accordingly. Good work deserves equally good acknowledgement, wouldn’t you agree?”

You nod. If you know anything about Azul, it’s that he’s always willing to work with you when it comes to finances. He’s a businessman, so of course he’d know how to flawlessly navigate these types of situations. And having built himself a career and life on hard work, he has the confidence to throw numbers around and see which one sticks.

Briefly, as you follow him to the front door, you try to imagine yourself in his shoes—a businessperson who dresses smart every day, who never has to worry about money, who doesn’t have to be silently amazed by shiny appliances and refurbished kitchens.

And then you wonder if Azul is in the market for a spouse, but that idea is swiftly stamped out when you realize how silly it sounds.

He props his suitcase against the wall and bends down to welcome Pepper, who can easily match his height, into his arms. She licks at his face, sniffing the cologne spritzed on his suit, and he doesn’t seem to fuss over the hair.

“I’ll see you in a week. Be good to (Name) while I’m gone.”

Upon hearing your name, she whips her head up to look at you.

“She’s always good no matter what,” you vouch, reaching to scratch behind her ears. Her tail wags wildly. “The best girl.”

“I’m glad.” Azul pulls away. He plucks a lint roller from the side pouch in his backpack and casually brushes down his front. “I trust you’ll be fine in my absence? Do feel free to sleep wherever—whether on the sofa or in the guest bedroom upstairs. The sheets were just washed and the room is clean. Mine is as well, but I suppose it may be awkward to offer it.” He coughs into his fist. “Regardless, whichever space you find most comfortable, consider it yours for the duration of your stay.”

“Thank you for everything, Azul.” You hold the door for him as he drags his suitcase over the threshold, his backpack hanging from one shoulder. “Have a safe flight.”

Pepper joins you at the door to watch. You wave to him while he lifts his belongings into the trunk of his car, and then within mere minutes he’s pulling away and driving out of sight.

“And that’s that,” you announce, ducking back inside with Pepper. You shut the door and lock it. Surveying the sitting room, your hands situated on your hips, you wonder what you should do now. She peers up at you, just as expectant.

The first thing you decide to do is peruse the pantry and the fridge. All of your favorites are arranged within. It’s actually too much, you realize, now unable to settle on a single option for dinner.

So instead you swipe the money Azul’s left for you on the counter—in case of emergencies, the note reads—and decide that this predicament is dire enough for pizza.

Knock, knock.

You pop up from the sofa and trot over to open the front door. Pepper gets there before you, barking loudly at the person on the other side. Gently, you shush her and peek out through the small crack to greet the driver. They smile and hand over your food. Rushing through the process, you give them the amount owed.

The door shuts and locks with a click.

“You’re babysitting for the same rich guy? You’d think he’d give you a raise or something since you do it so often,” Ace mutters into the phone.

“Yeah, well, it’s only a week.”

“Still a week’s worth of work. Why do you even feel bad? Ask for more. He said he’d give it to you, didn’t he?”

“I dunno… I mean, we already agreed on an amount and I don’t wanna seem like a greedy asshole—”

“(Name), he’s rich. They’re all greedy assholes. If he has the money to spoil his dog with monthly fancy feasts,” he says, putting on a posh accent, “then he has the money to pay you what you deserve. If you want, I could always say something. J-Just because you’re too chicken and all, I mean! Sometimes you need superstar Ace to step in. No need to thank me. I know I’m great.”

Propping your feet on the armrest at the end of the loveseat, you roll your eyes at the ceiling. “Whatever would I do without you?”

“Case in point! So you should totally ask him for more. Wring him out like a money rag.”

“We’ll see… He did buy a bunch of food for me and he’s letting me stay. He even left money for emergencies.”

“You used it, right?”

“Of course I did! I’m not stupid.”

Ace laughs. “So you’re alone then?”

“The dog’s here, too. You wanna say hi?” You tap your phone. “Okay, you’re on speaker. Pepper, you wanna meet my friend?”

“What’s up, Pepper!”

She lifts her head from where she’s resting on her cushion, her ears raised curiously. Her only response is a soft huff.

“She says hi.”

“You sure you’re not putting words in her mouth?”

“Surprised you couldn’t understand her, you dog.”

“Hey!”

Grinning, you pick at a loose string on your sweater. Azul’s house is always so cold. “But, yes, it’s just the dog and me. Why?”

Ace is quiet for an uncharacteristic beat. Eventually, he clears his throat. “Dunno. Just figured you might want some company. I could come over.”

You understand the implication coyly woven into his words. “I’d say yeah—”

“Really?!”

“But he’s got cameras. For the dog, I think.”

“So just cover them up?”

“Wow, great suggestion. How long did it take you to think of that one, brainiac?”

“I’m just saying… He’s away on a business thing, right? How much time is he gonna have to watch the cameras?”

“If he’s neurotic enough, he’ll find time.”

“He shouldn’t be if he trusts you to look after the house.”

“He also trusts how easy it’ll be to connect the dots if something goes missing from his house.”

“It’s not criminal to have a guest over! Geez. You make it sound so illegal…”

��Tough luck. If you really wanna hang out, we can just get lunch next time I’m—”

Knock, knock.

You sit up slightly on the sofa, brows furrowed. Is someone at the door? At this hour? You’re certain Azul isn’t expecting anyone, and the mail isn’t due to come until tomorrow morning. You glance at Pepper. Her eyes are closed, but her ears are raised, listening.

“Hey, Ace?”

“Yeah? What’s up?”

“Hold that thought. I think someone’s at the door.”

You manage to catch the very end of Ace’s don’t-get-murdered warning just before you set your phone down. Azul’s door has a panel of frosted glass, so even if you wanted to discern the person’s features on the other end you’d have to open it for confirmation. All you can go off of are shadows.

Unlocking the door, you pull it open and poke your head outside. The crisp air hits you like a slap.

No one’s there.

You check around in case someone dropped something off, but there’s nothing in sight. Nothing on the stoop. No mail to collect.

Did someone have the wrong house? you think, trying to picture the scenario in your mind. Or maybe some dumb kids are pranking me.

Now irritated, you shut the door in a huff.

It’s summer. Don’t they have anything better to do?

Maybe it’s precisely because it’s summer that they don’t.

You choose to brush this annoyance aside in favor of picking up your phone to return to the conversation.

“Sorry about that. I’m back.”

“Everything good?”

“Yeah. No, yeah. All good here. Just some kids thinking they’re funny.”

“Yeaaah, no surprises there.”

“You’d think they’d stay away. Azul’s probably got enough money to sue them for disturbing the peace or some other stuffy nonsense and win.”

“They’re kids. They’re not gonna know any better.”

“Says the public menace.”

“I’m not that bad! Cut me some slack. I’ll have you know, I’ve matured significantly since my school days and I am very much a changed man.”

“Yeah, oookay.”

“I’m serious!”

“Sure, Mr. Mature. Anyway, it’s late. I should let Pepper out and get to bed.”

“You sure you don’t want me to sing you to sleep?” he teases.

“I actually value my sense of hearing, so no. Thanks, though.”

Before he can retort, you bid him sweet dreams and hang up. Gazing at the camera positioned in the corner, you rise to your feet.

The cameras are definitely new.

“Pepper, sweetheart, you wanna go outside?”

She seems to have understood that last part, for she scrambles out of her bed and pads over to the back door with a swaying tail. You open the door for her, and she rushes past you in a blur of fur.

Good. She’ll get one last run and bathroom break in before bed and hopefully we’ll be fine until morning.

Like a wine stain on a white shirt, your eyes are drawn to the camera once more. You can understand having cameras outside the property, but inside the house feels…unusual. But then you’ve never had a dog of your own and you’ve always lived in apartments on the highest floor, so maybe this is what most dog owners do when they need to monitor an overactive animal.

Maybe they’re those cameras that you can speak through! If that’s the case, then I can totally see him talking to Pepper or scolding her if she’s up to no good. Okay, that makes a little more sense now.

Another reason hits you, and you feel foolish for not realizing it first: For safety and security’s sake, too. Of course.

Your phone buzzes then and you pull it from your pocket to read the message. Ace has sent you something stupid on Magicam, no doubt. You’re about to open it and confirm when—

Knock, knock.

An admonishment on the tip of your tongue, you storm through the hall towards the front door. You throw it open this time, and like before you find empty space.

“Not funny,” you seethe, stepping out into the cold night to peer through the neat hedges and flower bushes. Surely those kids are hiding somewhere… “It’s late. Go home already!”

You don’t receive a reply. For a moment, you wait in anticipation. Wherever they’re hiding, they’ll have to get up and retreat eventually. It’s oddly quiet. You strain to listen for any giggles or whispers.

Nothing but suffocating silence.

And then Pepper barks, and you nearly jump out of your skin. You shut the door slowly, watching the outside slim down until eventually all you see is your warped reflection in the frosted glass.

Weird…

Again, Pepper barks.

“I’m coming! Wait just a moment, Pepper!”

You lock the door and scurry to let her in.

Come tomorrow, those kids won’t be able to hide in the daylight, you tell yourself as you brush your teeth. And when I catch them, I’ll make sure to give them a talk on why it’s not nice to bother other people, especially at night when it’s dark out. It’s just unsafe for kids to be out late anyway!

When you settle into bed, you realize the house is perfectly still and silent. Pepper is snoozing comfortably on Azul’s bed. You never realized it, but Azul’s house seems bigger at night. More rooms. More space. Lots of shadows. A creak every now and then as everything settles. It’s in between sleep that you begin to wonder if you locked the door.

It’s fine. I’ve got Pepper to keep me safe.

Comforted with this knowledge, you fall asleep.

Knock, knock.

There is a knock at your door.

You jerk awake and, rather clumsily, feel around in the bed for your phone. It flashes the time back at you. The rest of the world comes trickling in through dull, still-sleepy senses. You finally register Pepper’s bark, which is beginning to sound more like an alarm with how relentless it is.

“Shit. It’s already afternoon?” And then you sit up. “Shit! It’s already afternoon!”

You rush down the stairs, apologizing profusely to Pepper with each step. She’s waiting for you at the very bottom, pacing in circles and barking at you.

“I know, I know! I’m sorry. I completely slept in. You must have to go really bad.”

She races you to the door and you yank it open in your haste, heaving a relieved breath when she bursts outside. You lean against the doorframe for support and bask in the sunshine that spills in.

The weather’s beautiful today. I can’t believe they were saying it might rain.

While Pepper runs laps outside, you busy yourself with filling Pepper’s bowls with the recommended amount of dry food and then fresh water. Her shadow appears against the door a few minutes later and so you let her in.

“Just in time,” you praise, watching as she trots eagerly over to her bowl.

With that out of the way, you begin preparing a very late breakfast for yourself. You can’t remember when the dishes from before were cleaned. Did you do them last night before bed?

“Doesn’t really matter,” you murmur, slicing fruit for a salad. “One less thing I have to do. Thank you, (Name) from the past.”

You skim through the notes Azul’s pasted to the bulletin board. Instructions for Pepper’s feeding schedule, reminders, times and dates. But then there are also things he’s left for himself. A calendar with important events marked. Various notes for miscellaneous things: Bring suit in for cleaning. Meet with dietician at the end of the month. Celebrate colleague’s birthday. These tiny slivers of his life remind you that Azul is a busy person like you. When you look at the stars he’s doodled around dates of particular importance, you feel yourself smiling. He’s not such an intimidating figure when you look at him through his calendar.

A text from Ace coaxes you out of your thoughts: u still on for tonight?

Tonight? But then you remember. Oh, fuck! Deuce’s birthday! I forgot we planned the surprise for today.

hell yeah!!! is your enthusiastic reply.

Later, while you’re getting ready for the evening, you think you hear someone knocking. But the running water drowns out all sounds from downstairs. If Pepper isn’t barking, it’s likely nothing.

You leave the house somewhat frazzled, hoping to shake off the strange suspicion that something isn’t right.

The biggest surprise, aside from jumping out to shock Deuce when he walked into the restaurant on account of thinking it a date—yes, you and Ace catfished him for this very cruel, irreverent birthday joke—is perhaps the text you receive from Azul.

Is it raining? Did Pepper track mud in the house?

You read it three more times and then you peek outside the window. It’s been raining ever since you arrived. So much for perfect weather… But Pepper couldn’t have gotten into any mud because the ground was dry earlier today.

No?? you write back, confusion bubbling in your chest. I haven’t sent her out since this morning when it was sunny. It’s raining now, but she hasn’t been out at all.

Horrified, you begin to wonder if you somehow spilled something during breakfast. Or did Pepper have an accident in the house? Did she get into something? A million questions headline your thoughts, overwhelming in their intensity. Thankfully, it’s Ace and Deuce who bring you back to the present.

“Ace told me you’re doing that house-sitting gig for that guy again.”

“Oh, yeah! I am. Dog-sitting, too.” You stuff your phone away.

Best not to think about it.

“Didja catch those kids?”

Deuce looks between you and Ace, a brow raised. “What kids?”

“You totally missed it! I guess some kids were knocking on (Name)’s door all night long.”

“They’re still doing it. I think…”

“No way!”

“Sooner or later, it becomes less annoying and more like harassment.” Deuce cringes. “And you haven’t caught them yet?”

“No. Or… Well, I thought I heard some knocking this morning. But I was still asleep and the dog was barking.”

“This guy has cameras, doesn’t he?” Ace looks to you for confirmation.

“Yeah, but it’s not like I have access to them.”

“Maybe that’ll drive whoever’s bothering you away. If they see the cameras, they’ll realize they’re being recorded and hopefully leave you alone.”

“Hopefully.”

“I offered to come over.”

“It’s not that serious.”

Ace and Deuce share a look of doubt.

“Really! It’s not, guys. All they’re doing is knocking on the door. Irritating as hell? Yes. But it’s all harmless. They’re outside. I’m inside. Plus, I’ve got Azul’s dog. She’s huge.”

“Just…keep yourself safe. Call one of us if you need to. We’ll come over,” Deuce says, poking around at the food on his plate.

“I will. Thank you. But let’s not worry about any of that. It’s your birthday! It’s supposed to be all about you.”

Somehow the unsettling atmosphere ebbs away, replaced with the joyous delusions of short-lived celebration.

You return to Azul’s house to find muddy pawprints on the floor. It takes you thirty minutes to scrub the floors clean, and for the entire time you’re racking your brain trying to understand how this happened. Was there mud in the backyard that you just weren’t aware of? Or did Pepper truly go outside when it was raining? Did you leave the door unlocked?

Surely Azul must have seen what happened on the cameras.

Something isn’t adding up. You spend your entire shower constructing the scene and its many possibilities, but none of them make a lick of sense.

It’s just you and Pepper, right?

As you toss and turn in bed, struggling to relax under a duvet that feels too itchy and hot, you think you hear someone knocking on the door.

Or maybe it’s the window. Maybe it’s right below you, tapping at the ceiling, pacing around in the kitchen, reaching to pet Pepper.

Maybe you’re just dreaming.

Azul calls you on the seventh day to check in. You consider telling him about the knocking, the dishes, that rainy day when Pepper tracked in mud, but you can’t seem to form the words without sounding utterly insane. So you smile and lie.

“No issues here. Pepper’s been wonderful.”

Azul hums, pleased. “Aah, I miss her something fierce. Oh, can you tell her I said that?”

You repeat his words to Pepper. “I dunno… I think she’s starting to like me more than you.”

“Well, isn’t that a problem? How else will she get her fix of you once you’re gone?”

“I’ll be back next time you need me.” And then you hesitate. “You…will need me again, right?”

“Of course. I always need you, (Name).”

There’s an awkward pause on his end. He clears his throat, but you don’t add anything to break the tension.

“Um, right. Yeah… Enjoy the rest of your business trip. I hope all is well with…that.”

“It is, yes. Thank you.”

“Then I won’t keep you.”

You end the call before he can say anything else. Pepper, who had been resting beside you on the sofa, tilts her head at you.

“Don’t tell him I said this,” you whisper, “but your owner is really bad at words sometimes.”

She leans in and licks your cheek.

Someone knocks on the door and lies in wait. You watch with bated breath, repeating the same phrase over and over: “Don’t open the door. Don’t open the door. Don’t open the door.”

Knock, knock.

She reaches for the knob.

“No… Come on. Don’t do it. It’s so clearly a trap!” You almost don’t want to watch. You know she’s as good as dead as soon as she opens the door, for the killer will descend and drag her back inside her own house.

Knock, knock.

She’s already opened the door. As expected, the killer pounces like the Grim Reaper and she shrieks like a banshee.

Knock, knock.

Knock, knock, knock.

Remote in hand, you lower the volume and focus on the silence that creeps in shortly after. You wait for a creak or another knock—a disturbance of some sort.

Slowly, you turn to glance at the door and then at the windows nearby with the curtains drawn. As quietly as you can manage, you set the remote down and slither off of the sofa. Pepper doesn’t seem bothered by the sounds, but you can tell she’s listening, her body tense.

No one’s out there. It’s nothing.

You peel the curtains back ever so slightly and peek out at the darkness. There’s no one on the stoop. No one at the window. No one.

So then where was the knocking coming from? Was it really just the movie?

Or… No, certainly not. You refuse to entertain that thought.

But, if not the movie and not from outside, where else could the sound be coming from? Where else if not from within these very walls?

You shut the curtains and return to the sofa. Horror is swapped for a cheesy rom-com. You need the laughter and the cringe and every fluffy thing in between to calm the electricity in your nerves.

And it works. You fall asleep by the third rom-com, listening to cheesy one-liners and bad jokes with terribly written punchlines.

Knock, knock.

And then a noisy clatter.

You’re shaken from your slumber in a daze. You’re not sure what time it is or where you even are, and it takes a moment for clarity to filter in through the grogginess. You’re wrapped up in blankets on the bed in the guest room in Azul’s house and there’s someone standing at the foot of the bed, watching you in the gloom, and—

Wait.

How did you get to bed? Most importantly, what’s that blinking back at you? It can’t be Pepper. Pepper doesn’t have two-toned eyes. Pepper can’t stand on two legs. You squint through the shadows to pick out the shape of them, and your blood freezes when you realize it’s a person.

A person. A person.

Someone’s inside the house and they’re looking right at you.

Do they know I’m awake? you think, your thoughts racing wildly. You lie there, rigid as a board and stiff as a corpse, and hope that they can’t tell. Calm down. Relax. Pepper will scare them off.

But then you notice she hasn’t barked a single time since you opened your eyes. Is she sleeping?

Terror pierces your heart. Did this person hurt her? Is she—

Don’t think about that.

Your eyes slide over towards the doorway, and you just about scream when you see another figure. The breath sticks in your throat. You know it’s another person because the way they lean so casually against the doorframe suggests a certain nonchalance with this situation. A nonchalance that can only belong to a person.

“Knock, knock. Aww. Did we wake you up?” It’s a man’s whispery drawl that combs through the room, raking through your scalp with sharp fingers, prodding at your ears like a hornet. “You looked so peaceful, too. Sorry about that.”

You’re not sure what you should do. Should you even try to run or escape when you’re already so cornered? Is there enough time to call for help? Will Pepper hear you if you shout? Should you play dead or feign sleep? What should you do?

What can you do?

You glance at the other figure. Unlike the other one, who sways and fidgets like he’s caught in a perpetual, invisible breeze, this person is perfectly, eerily still. Almost like a doll.

But then the man in the doorway laughs. “Layin’ it on thick there, ain’tcha? They’re already shakin’ like a leaf. No need to overdo it.”

A razored smile cuts through the gloom. Your eyesight adjusts enough to catch sight of a J-shaped strand of hair and the glint of an earring.

“No need to look so scared,” he continues, but you can’t pry your eyes from the other’s smile. It’s a smile of grotesque pleasure—one that feasts on fear so palpable it might as well be a three-course meal for him. “We’re not gonna hurt you.”

Then will you do something much worse? you want to ask, but all you can do is blink.

“Just gonna take you somewhere nice and cozy. Nothin’ scary about that. Ain’t that right, Jade?”

“Indeed, Floyd.” A voice as smooth and soft as melted caramel. Maybe it would’ve been soothing in a different situation.

Before you can scream or lunge out of bed, arms are reaching out to restrain you. A hand slaps over your mouth. Fingers curl into your arms. A sickly sweet rag is stuffed against your nose.

Your feet kick against the wall, a steady knock-knock-knocking like a heartbeat, until your muscles still and the fight is drained from you. Unconsciousness blankets your body and mind within minutes.

There is nothing more unnerving than returning to an empty house, especially when it was once filled with human presence. No one knows anything, but they could’ve if there was evidence. Incriminating footage is no good.

Azul certainly thinks so while he dons his finest suit and practices a few expressions in the mirror. Pepper watches him from where she lays curled on his bed.

“A hero must look exceptional when he rescues his dearest one. Most of all, he must be innocent and trustworthy. Wouldn’t you say so, Pepper?”

At that, she can only offer a halfhearted whimper. He smiles.

“Let’s go visit my (Name).”

#yandere twst #yandere twst x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere jade leech #yandere jade leech x reader #yandere jade #yandere jade x reader #yandere floyd leech #yandere floyd leech x reader #yandere floyd x reader #yandere floyd

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inktopuck · 5 months ago

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juno | quinn hughes social media au (pt. 8)

pt.7

yournamehughes

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yournamehughes guess who's 4!

elblue6 my little belly is so big 😭 where has the time gone???

_quinnhughes best gift you ever gave me!

jackhughes AW she's wearing the boots i got her!!!

l_hughes06 most importantly, she's wearing the dress i got her

yournamehughes ladies pls behave

j.tmiller9 i'm glad she liked the space buns!

_quinnhughes it actually shocked me how fast you got those done

yournamehughes @_quinnhughes learn so you can teach me!

j.tmiller9 i've already cursed him out for not knowing how to do different hairstyles on her in the first place

_quinnhughes

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_quinnhughes my baby girl turned 4 today. i'm not crying, you are.

trevorzegras i tought i was your baby girl

trevorzegras (happy birthday belly button!)

_quinnhughes please stop saying stuff like this it's been over 10 years since we've met aren't you tired

trevorzegras of you? never

yournamehughes liar, you outcried me today

_quinnhughes BARELY

elblue6 i'm so proud of you and y/n! you're raising an outstanding human being!

bboeser best hughes out there! happy birthday kiddo

eliaspettersson it's true. she outskates her uncles AND her father

yournamehughes come on now you don't need to put other queens down to lift one up..

l_hughes06 i love how she somehow always finds a way to have pepper in a chokehold

yournamehughes the best part is pepper doesn't even care, she's her baby too

jackhughes

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jackhughes happy birthday, you punk! my favorite princess peach forever ❤️

elblue6 emphasis on favorite!

l_hughes06 best princess peach i've ever seen, no one can outdo her

dawson1417 i can't believe y'all bought those mario and luigi costumes and kept them for this long

jackhughes it's called an investment. you wouldn't know what it's like

_quinnhughes was she asking for candy here?

jackhughes i have been sworn to silence

yournamehughes bell said thank you jack-jack

njdevils no one comes between Jack, Luke and Izzie! three best buddies that anyone can have!

canucks izzie? you don't even know her nickname! this is our family business!

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l_hughes06 the best partner in all mischievous endeavors. belly time is all the time!

yournamehughes i am glad she's wearing a helmet but WHEN WAS THIS WHAT WERE YOU DOING

l_hughes06 omg chill we went for an electric scooter ride

yournamehughes and you didn't think to ask me?

l_hughes06 quinn said it was cool

_quinnhughes BRO

dylanduke25 she is so much cooler than you how are you even related

curtislazar95 i like this kid, rusty

dylanduke25 before you there was me

l_hughes06 what is this a who bullies luke the most pissing contest?

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hcneymooners · 2 months ago

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BABESSSS you know I love you girl. I was hoping to see if could get a short fic abt Sevika and/or Ambessa abt it being my birthday:)

My birthday is in 3 days:))

Feel free to not answer if you don’t want to or can’t do a fic.

⋆ i'd be crazy not to follow / follow where you lead.

sevika x fem!reader (birthday) morning routine headcanons. men & minors dni.

cw: age gap, older woman/younger woman, non-sexual intimacy, soft!sevika, implied trauma, a ridiculously intense way of taking care of each other, kind of a modern!au, fluff.

notes: happy birthday, baby girl. i wanted to post this on your actual birthday (praying i didn't get the math wrong, lmao. #womeninstembutarewereally?) i hope you have a beautiful day full of affirmations of love and happiness from those around you. you're perfect, angel.

𑁍 it's astounding how easily you make concessions when you love someone.

𑁍 you're typically an early riser. you blink awake in the carefully curated dark of your room and lie still, listening as birds of paradise call out to each other across tropical waters. the soft winds slightly distort their calls, their singing. it makes you sit up because you're trying to focus on what they're trying to say. but this has changed.

𑁍 now, you still climb out of your sleepy haze quite early into the day, but you don't sit up. you barely move at all. if you move, then she'll move. and she deserves to rest more than anyone you know.

𑁍 so the new routine goes like this:

𑁍 your phone strums you awake with the soft, slow harmony of sax and piano. it's perched on the sill of the reading nook that feels a mountainous amount of steps away. it's purposeful because it forces you to move and shut it off instead of simply rolling over and slapping the snooze button. you let the song play twice, a third time until you feel the familiar stir of the woman lying against you.

𑁍 you tilt your head down, stroking a hand down her spine as she blinks her eyes open slowly and surely. sevika glances up at you, her grey eyes still glazed over with sleep. you don't say anything. the two of you never speak this early. it's a silent agreement.

𑁍 she likes to make the bed. you watch from your place in the nook as she putters around, her fingers lingering on the slight indents where your body had been resting. she presses down on your pillow, her nose twitching slightly as she tries to be covert about breathing in what you've left on it. you hide a smile. it probably smells like guava, something ozonic and sweet.

𑁍 you watch as she tucks in the sheets with a quiet strength that makes your stomach warm. you turn to look out the window, the room now silent except for the sounds of her slow shuffles and intermittent yawns. the light is refracting off of the window, and it makes you glow. she stops to look.

𑁍 you wanted to live by the ocean, so the two of you live by the ocean. you wanted her to be kinder to herself, so now she makes the bed.

𑁍 shower? you ask. you sign it, because you're taking a class in town to pass the time. her brow furrows as she tries to translate, and then her face cracks into a smile as she understands. yes, she signs back carefully, and you smile because she's always making the effort.

𑁍 showers are your favorite part of the routine. the shower you have in this place is large and echoes whenever you speak. but you usually don't. you step onto the cool tile, turning as sevika comes in behind you so that you can assist her in removing her prosthetic. the two of you crowd underneath the head, the water pressure perfect and the water itself crystal clear.

𑁍 she soaps you first, despite you wanting it to go the other way around. she drags her fingers across your wet belly, down your thighs. it's not sexual in nature, just devastatingly intimate. you know she does this because she didn't think she would have this sort of softness post-childhood. you lean back, hair flattening against her scarred shoulder, and close your eyes.

𑁍 you let her hands continue traveling, covering you in synthetic violet foam along the way. she cups the soft, wet, fatty tissue of your breasts, and the grip is almost curious. you reach up and make it firmer, tell her that she's allowed to have this. she thumbs over your nipples, then rises to your neck—stops before making it to your lips. she knows that you have a special face wash for that.

𑁍 you switch. her turn now. it's the same process of touching, of asserting love. you are making her hair thick with shampoo, some sustainable cucumber shampoo bar that she thought was ridiculously small for the price. so much complaining, but she loved using it. you bought her a pack of twenty-four for her birthday and laughed at the childish awe in her eyes. but honey, you said, you liked it. of course i was going to get you more. she cried.

𑁍 then comes the best part: the sitting. you sit on the little inner bench of the shower, the stone cold and jarring against the water-warmed skin of your thighs. the two of you let your legs dangle off, but your upper bodies are twisted to face one another. both of you look slightly drowned, the water having weighed your hair down and practically plastered hers to her cheeks. she reaches out, presses on your stomach, and watches it rise.

𑁍 good morning, you say. good morning, she rasps and she smiles so widely that you can see her gap and soft gums.

𑁍 you get out of the shower.

𑁍 from there, you kind of move around each other. she quietly asks you to help her put her arm back in, and you smile because she's making progress by asking for help. you remember the arguments before, over stupid little things like how she would get mad when you would wake up earlier than her because she hated the idea of you doing “work” (only chores, really) on your own.

𑁍 you look at the white board hanging by the fridge and see that today's designated breakfast is vegan breakfast bowls comprised of many things, including pickled plums and carrots. she doesn't get the vegan thing, except for the exemption of beef. cows are sacred in her culture, though their consumption varies by region and personal preference. her family abstained; her parents were practicing hindus, and some of it stayed with her.

𑁍 you're in a big sage green tee with the words “when was the last time you were yourself?” written in all caps. your underwear beneath it is baby pink and sheer. you like the way they make you feel. you're wearing perfume that sevika gifted you two birthdays ago.

𑁍 it was your mother's favorite, and it smells like baby powder with a hint of iris. it reminded you of makeup powder and spinning backstage with the dancers at the club because you were a child and didn't understand you were supposed to be ashamed of her yet. you never were ashamed as you grew older, it pissed people off.

𑁍 but sevi liked that about you. so she bought you the perfume off of some shit retailer online and you cried so hard she offered to return it. you kissed her because you couldn't speak, but she heard you anyway.

𑁍 you pull out the cast iron skillet. it's heavy, a gift from her father that sits like a ghost in your shared kitchen. he was an angry man, you think. she doesn’t talk about him, and you don’t push. but she kept it, told you to use it.

𑁍 the vegan breakfast bowls are more of a suggestion than a strict plan. you know sevika will modify it, will add something that makes it feel better to her. probably something sweeter, like candied orange peel.

𑁍 she leans against the counter, phone in hand. her thumb moves quickly, scrolling. you're bent over a copy of this month’s zaunite. you get it shipped in, despite the price. the magazine is thick with personal essays, and you have always loved reading about someone else’s life. you fold down a page so you can remember to show it to sevika later. she'll like it. the morning light catches the page’s glossy bend.

𑁍 baby, look, sevika says, turning her phone towards you. it's a ridiculous meme about workplace dynamics. you can see her toothy smile before you even look up. it’s not even that funny, but she knows you'll humor her, knows you love these small moments of her selective happiness. so you smile, then laugh and preen inwardly at the way she studies your face as if to mentally take a photo of your face creased with joy.

𑁍 you’re so old sometimes, sevi, you murmur and she laughs. and you’re practically brand new, she shoots back. you shrug. i kind of like that about us.

𑁍 the pickled plums sizzle slightly in the pan. you've learned her cooking, learned that she seasons by feeling, by memory, not by measurements. a pinch of this. a handful of that. her prosthetic moves with surprising grace, tapping the side of the skillet to redistribute the heat.

𑁍 breakfast is never just food. it's a conversation. it's an agreement to the continuation of your way of life. it's in the way she slides the plate in front of you before sitting down. it's the way she ensures you take the first bite. you catch her watching you. something sits differently in the air. a specific kind of energy. contained, but vibrating underneath.

𑁍 you put on a playlist. soft piano starts filtering through the speakers. it's the danielle ponder cover of creep. radiohead, but transformed. she holds out her hand. you take it.

𑁍 the kitchen becomes a ballroom. her hands are careful, precise. your bodies move slow, not quite dancing, more like swaying. she’s gaining rhythm, because you constantly tease her about how she can’t dance for shit. you lean into her chest, hum the melody to yourself as the two of you circle around and around.

𑁍 after, she pulls a small wrapped package from a drawer she'd strategically avoided all morning. simple brown paper because you love it more than regular, waxy wrapping paper. it feels vintage. a red string is tied carefully around it, swept into a perfect bow along the front. the effort is clear, and you feel your throat tighten.

𑁍 today is your birthday. on the front of the gift, it says to: baby in blocky handwriting with an uneven heart drawn next to it, and you laugh wetly because it's cute but also makes you feel like you’re falling apart.

𑁍 you don't even look at the gift. you look at her. "i love it," you say. and you know she understands.

#mine ; 🐎.#sevika.#sevika x reader #sevika x you #sevika x y/n #sevika x female reader #sevika x oc #female!reader #fem!reader #arcane x reader #arcane headcanon #arcane fanfic #wlw #lesbian #sapphic #arcane x y/n #arcane x you

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the mclaren boy mystery | part two

l. norris / o. piastri

summary: in which your boyfriend is a formula one driver for team mclaren and when you finally decide it's time to start hinting to the world, the internet is confused on exactly which driver is your boyfriend. pairing: social media au || lando norris / oscar piastri x reader fc: jazmyn makenna

a/n: sorry this took a little longer than i expected! it was so fun to make though. i didn't want to say who she's actually with because i feel like it's fun for the readers to have to figure that out too! so please share any guesses you have lol i'm interested to see what people think the outcome will be. hope you enjoy and thank you sm for reading<3

part one | part three

sweet relief series | valentine's day drabble

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yourusername happy birthday to my favorite brother, i love you and am so grateful to know i have someone in my life who looks after me like you do<3 here's my fav pics of us of course they're all racing related lol, our first love

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yourbrother "my favorite brother"... As far as I know I am your only brother 😐

⤷ yourusername 🥱🥱🥱🥱 technicalities

yourbrother Thank you least favorite sister, miss those days. Have to get back out on the karting track, been too long since I've beaten you

⤷ yourusername been too long since you've been beaten, you mean?

⤷ yourbrother Yeah, yeah we'll let the track times speak for themselves

⤷ user1 ok but we have to admit the brother sister banter is kind of adorable

⤷ user2 no bc she seems so sweet 😭

user3 nah because what is max verstappen doing in this girls likes now????

⤷ user4 and the plot thickens 😯

user5 she saw everyone calling her a fake f1 fan and said take a look at this

user6 yn hater club how you guys feeling right about now

⤷ user7 🤡🤡🤡🤡

user8 honestly kind of hope she's dating one of them

⤷ user9 yall switch up so fast please 😭😭

user10 seriously..... you HAD to only post f1 related photos lmfao so totally pandering to the landoscar fans

user11 f1 school of wags next graduate

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landonorris DOUBLE PODIUM!!!!!!!! couldn't have asked for a better race, congrats @/oscarpiastri and a huge thanks as always to @/mclaren 🧡

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user1 I SAY THATS MY BABY AND IM SO PROUD 😭

user2 mclaren double podium... oh i used to pray for times like these

user3 oscar piastri you are insane omfg

user4 MY POOKIES LOOK AT THEM !!!!!!!!! 🫂

user5 save me landoscar SAVE ME

yourusername jumping up and down screaming and crying losing my mind

⤷ landonorris you should probably get that checked out....

⤷ user6 THATS IT, ITS YN AND LANDO IM CALLING IT

⤷ user7 nah nah nah this is so giving gf of the bestie banter

⤷ user8 agreed hopping on the oscaryn train 💪🏻

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yourusername added to their story

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oscarpiastri added to their story

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yourusername qatar gp smiles <3 practice timeeee

📸 @/kellypiquet

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kellypiquet so beautiful

⤷ yourusername all you

landonorris eye spy a mclaren car down there?

⤷ yourusername ? i just see a tractor

⤷ landonorris not funny. 😐

⤷ yourusername i certainly laughed

⤷ oscarpiastri same actually

⤷ user1 i dont know how much longer i can take this

⤷ user2 GUYSSSS i am telling you its so oscaryn

⤷ user3 WHAT literally look at the Proof its so landoyn 🥱

⤷ user4 i am giggling we're literally in a shipwar

user5 she's so pretty i'm sorry guys i love her 😵‍💫

⤷ user6 well yes!

user7 patiently waiting for one of the mcl boys to main feed post her then we know for sure ‼️

⤷ user8 at this rate it still won't clear anything up

lilymhe miss u beautiful

⤷ yourusername omg i miss u more ms lily

⤷ user9 she has The wag stamp of approval WE MOVE!

user10 theres four e's at the end of 'time'....... landos number is 4 i've got it guys 😃😃

⤷ user11 seek medical attention STAT

⤷ user12 bro thinks this is a taylor swift album release

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yourusername oscar piastri sprint race winner AND mclaren double podium, better start calling me the good luck charm

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user1 nah bc you're onto something.....

user2 she can't be serious 😐

⤷ user3 well no shit it's just an instagram caption

user4 i cannot be the only one who finds the caption extremely weird

⤷ user5 nah i'm with you i've never liked her 🙄

⤷ user6 its just so odd like forcing yourself into the mclaren narrative completely taking away from the boys achievements writing it off as your own doing...

⤷ user7 omfg yall are so dramatic just say you're jealous they're not dating you lmfao

⤷ user8 no fr because it is not that serious it's clearly a joke like she loves them cmon now

mclaren BRB getting your paddock passes for the duration of the season

⤷ yourusername i'm giggling, i love you guys 😙

⤷ user9 see mclaren is fine with it so yall should be too

⤷ user10 now i'm going to need all the haters to sit DOWN and shut the fuck UP

oscarpiastri wait can you send me that picture

⤷ yourusername i literally did already but okay

⤷ oscarpiastri ok could do with less attitude

⤷ yourusername you have not seen real attitude piastri

⤷ oscarpiastri 😧

⤷ user11 i think this just converted me to team oscar

⤷ user12 nah this is literally landoyn confirmation

landonorris 🍀

⤷ user13 i am picking up what he's putting down

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part one | part three

sweet relief series | valentine's day drabble

taglist:

@landoscar-f1 , @urfavnoirette , @imsiriuslyreal

#lando norris #formula 1 #lando norris x reader #formula one #lando norris imagine #lando norris x you #lando norris smau #f1 2024 #lando norris fanfic #lando norris fluff #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri imagine #f1rodrigo

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ariestrxsh · 5 months ago

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it’s my birthday today (it’s midnight here) do you think you could write a little something about Chris giving reader the best birthday sex ever, full on praises and words of affirmation please ? 🫶

(no worries if not! 🫶)

Happy birthday!!! Of course I will! 💖 I hope that this is what you had in mind. 🎁

Chris shows his appreciation for you through birthday sex...

"Thank you so much, Chris. Dinner was amazing," you said, walking into your apartment with your lovely boyfriend trailing behind you. "Happy birthday, princess," he said, leaning down and kissing you on the cheek.

"You know, I have another surprise for you," he whispered, gently brushing against your ear with his luscious lips as he planted a trail of soft kisses down your jawline. "What is it, baby?" You quietly cooed as you felt arousal course through you, having an idea as to what Chris had planned by the way he was starting to tease you.

His lips traveled to your collar bone, and he started to kiss the tops of your breasts delicately. Chris loved your body, how perfectly sculpted it was, and how every curve felt under his light touch.

"You know, you look gorgeous tonight," he mumbled against your skin. "I'm such a lucky guy." His hands gripped your waist, and you let out a small squeal as he threw you over his shoulder. He carried you into your bedroom, gently tossing you onto your bed while he hungrily looked at you, wetting his lips.

"Can't believe you put all this work into your outfit. You got all dolled up for me," Chris muttered, removing each of your heels one by one and setting them delicately on the ground. "The least I could do is help you out of this," Chris smirked, pulling your dress off of you before taking off his shirt.

His hands meticulously unclipped your bra with a quiet confidence, letting the pretty lace fabric fall in one swift motion. His fingers hooked onto the soft material of your panties, slipping them down your soft thighs. Clothes littered the floor, the sounds of kissing and heavy breathing carried through the empty space around you.

"Chris," you softly moaned as he lowered his mouth to your breast, taking your nipple between his lips and tenderly suckling on it before giving the same treatment to the other. He started to kiss down your stomach, maneuvering your legs apart and spreading open your cunt.

"So pretty and all for me," he whispered, admiring your pink pussy for a moment before diving in, closing in on you with his silky tongue. He took his time, licking long, deliberate lines from your hole up to your clit, and every time he grazed your sweet spot, a strangled moan passed through your parted lips, and you shuddered.

You peered down to take in the sight of his mouth exploring your folds, sending waves of delight through you as he started flicking the tip of his tongue against your favorite place. "Such a pretty cunt," he complimented you, his eyes flashing up to meet yours as he started suckling on your bundle of nerves.

Your fingers wandered into his hair, entangling themselves in his soft, brown locks. Your legs started to feel shaky, and you arched your back up off the bed, lifting your hips, and grinding your pretty pussy on Chris' face. You drenched his chin in your juices, and he moaned against your heat as he enjoyed your unique taste.

Before you were able to build to your crescendo, Chris was pulling away and fiddling with the buckle of his belt, popping it open and unbuttoning his jeans. He hooked his arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to him. He took his cock in his hand and started tapping it against your entrance, teasing you.

A smirk played into his expression as you writhed around beneath him, desperate for him to put it in. "Such a good girl. Happy birthday, princess," he repeated before jolting his hips forward and driving the tip into your hole.

With each drawn-out thrust, he pushed it in just a bit deeper. "You're so beautiful. I love you so much," he whispered, caressing your cheek with his thumb and looking into your eyes as he stretched you out. You moaned each time his hips glided forward, the cadence of the clanking of his metal buckle speeding up as the tempo of his strokes did as well.

"I love you," you managed to whimper as his thrusts hit deeply, creating a warm sensation in the pit of your stomach. "Fuck. I'm the luckiest guy in the whole world, baby," he groaned, feeling the way you clenched around him, exciting all his nerve endings. The wet sounds of him burying his length in you filled the room as he pounded into your soaked cunt.

His glossy blue eyes bore into your soul, elevating the intimacy between the two of you. You felt fully connected to him in moments like this when the two of you were offering yourselves up to other person, engaging in an ebb and flow of energy, giving and receiving spiritual information with one another.

You admired his facial features, his brows drawn together, his flushed cheeks, and his jaw slacked. You loved how he looked, his expression seeped in pleasure as he neared his tipping point. "That's my girl. You take me so well. You deserve to feel so good, baby," he sighed, mesmerized by how pretty you looked while getting fucked.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck as he started to fuck you as hard and as fast as he could, keeping a steady rhythm as he brought you to your peak. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear, worshipping you with his words while your walls started to spasm around his pulsating cock.

The two of you finished in tandem, your consciousness exceeding time and space until there was nothing but pure bliss for what felt like several seconds. He pumped you full of his cum, drawing out each thrust until he finally came to a stop.

He slumped over, resting his body against yours while still inside of you. "I love you, princess," he mumbled breathlessly into your neck as he wrapped his arms around your waist before giving you one last birthday kiss.

#sturniolo triplets #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo drabble

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peoniesnro · 5 months ago

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After the End| One shot

Sequel to Closure

Synopsis- You’ve lived your whole life haunted by monsters—relentless, painful, and unyielding. But your life changed at a winter carnival, when a fortune teller told you that your fate was woven with a man you’ve never met before. Kim Taehyung. Your life changed when she asked you to choose wisely this time because the last time, you and he couldn’t do it.Taehyung changed everything. He brought light to your darkness, hope to your despair. But that light came with shadows of its own. Because he wasn’t yours to keep. Now, all you want is one thing: not to fail this time. To rewrite your story and make the ending yours.

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In which you finally get that one chance to tell each other- I love you- once more.

Paring- Kim Taehyung × Reader

Genre - Past lovers to ??/ Reincarnation

Warnings-TW- Hallucinations/ Auditory hallcinations/ Past abuse/ Suicidal thoughts. / Language/ SMUT- Make out/ Breast play/ Some public stuff/ Oral (M.recieving) (while driving)/ Oral (F.recieving)/Doggy/ Missonary/ Spoon Sex/ Unprotected Sex/Creampie/ Mutiple orgasms/ Degradation (Slut)/ Bondage/ Overstimulation/ Usage of sex toys/ INFIDELITY

Word count - 16k+

a.n/ Well, this one is requested by lovely @bubu2sworld because she thought they deserved more. So, here I am writing a sequel to my baby CLOSURE, when I never thought I will. Still, if you think the closure ended the way it should you can totally ignore this but to anyone who thinks they deserve more, this is for you. And I'm not sure if you can read this as a standalone because it's kind of connected. Anyway, thank you for the love yous showed you to the closure and I hope you'll like this one as well. ❤️

Read the original here- Closure

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Now

Taehyung feels like a void. There’s an emptiness inside his body. He’s certain that he’s no longer made of flesh and bones. There are no organs. It’s just skin. Skin and the emptiness underneath it. He feels hollow. Nothing makes him full anymore. Nothing stirs him anymore. Happiness, love, fear, anger, nothing. Not even sadness. It’s empty. Or maybe it’s all sadness. Perhaps he’s lived with sadness for so long that it no longer feels like an emotion, but a part of him. It’s ripping him apart. It makes him detach from his surroundings. He almost doesn’t notice the figure that entered the living room. It’s only after that person creates a clanking sound does he tear his gaze away from the empty wall he’s been staring at.

It's her. With two wine glasses and a bottle of wine in her hand.

Birthday.

Her birthday.

Taehyung had completely forgotten it.

She has a sweet smile on her face. A smile that is enough to brighten someone else’s soul. Yet Taehyung feels nothing. Not even a flicker of warmth. He wants to see a certain cunning smile instead of that bright one. She stops midway as she takes sight of him. A sigh leaving her mouth. Despair clouding her bright features.

Taehyung is a great disappointment for everyone. He would like to change that yet doesn’t know how. He’s hopeless. Oh, how everything was just fine before that day. He would never call it cursed because no, it was a blessed day. But now, it’s bitter on his tongue that he feels bile rising to his throat.

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Now

You sit on the rooftop of your apartment building. At the edge. You’re fifteen stories high. This is your favorite place. It’s empty and free of annoying tenants. There’s no people to ask how you’re doing when clearly, you’re doing worst.

And this is the place you hate the most at the same time. Because, when there’s no other sounds, voices in your head get so much clearer, louder, and inescapable. When there’s no one else around, the monsters who lurk around you become realistic as they’ve ever been.

This is your life. You’ve always lived with the monsters. Always get along with the voices. It has been like that since you were a little girl. Since you started living with your aunt. She never wanted you. And she made sure you knew that. When it all became unbearable, the voices and monsters came to keep your alone soul company. It’s not that they are always there. No, there were better days. There were months. Even years where you lived a normal life. You tried to get help. To make yourself better. But every time something goes wrong, they’d return. Like now. It’s been months since they’ve ever left your side. And there’s only so much pain someone can endure. Only so much sleepless nights and heartbreaks someone can bear. You’ve reached your limit.

You need this unbearable pain to end. Want it to be gone. You want to sleep peacefully even if it’s for a second. You want the bloody lady who’s waiting patiently for your demise, with her face beaten up to a pulp, to leave you alone. She won’t. No matter how much you beg. You hate her.

“Jump! End it. Do it now. You think this pain will go away on its own? It won’t. You’ll suffer forever unless you listen to me.”

She won’t leave you alone till you jump. She has your aunt’s voice.

This is not her. Right?

“No one needs you. No one ever did. You’ve been a burden since the day you were born. Do you think anyone’s life would be worse without you? They’d be better off.”

“Fucking leave, me alone!”

“Jump!”

Oh, how tempting that is. She will leave you if you listen to her.

“Nobody needs you.”

Oh, you know.

“Nobody loves you.”

Taehyung did. He did, right? He loved you. It’s just how things have turned out.

“JUMP!”

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Six Years Ago

Taehyung lived a pretty normal life. Ordinary, yet undeniably happy. He had everything. A college degree. An acceptable and highly paid job. Idiotic friends who he loved dearly. Good parents. And above all, a girlfriend who loved him like he was her sun and moon. He lived his life to the fullest. Their story wasn’t the stuff of movies. He didn’t meet her while saving the world, nor were they enemies-turned-lovers, childhood best friends, or two strangers sharing a single bed for a night.

It was simple. Taehyung met her at a Halloween party at a frat house. She looked beautiful. He asked her out and she said yes. And they started dating. Everything was going fine. Until it wasn’t.

Only if he knew that one moment, a fleeting encounter is enough to change someone’s life, he would never have said yes to Namjoon’s invitation to join him at a winter carnival. Well, there was no way he could see the future. He said yes. And he waited till Namjoon arrive. He was with his girlfriend and other two best friends. They laughed and joked. Smoked and waited. He was living his best life. Love of his life pressed against his body. Surrounded by people he loved.

That’s when Namjoon came. Not alone though. He had company, in a shape of a woman who looked like a lilliput next to his friend.

You.

Wrapped in a winter coat that was too big for you. Had a beanie that covered your hair that made Taehyung wondered what color it was. Had big eyes that doesn’t had any light in them. You weren’t smiling. You weren’t bowing. If anything, you stayed stony. Dull. Annoyed.

But hell, how he felt a skip in his heartbeat. Taehyung never believed in the movie effect. It was a dramatic lie they created. In real life, there’ll be no slowing down of time. The world won’t disappear for a fractured second. Sounds won’t lower down into white noises. If it didn’t happen the time he met his girlfriend, then there was no chance of it happening again. He was sure about his love. How wrong he was, though. Because at that split second, it all happened. Everything slowed and blurred away so he can take a good look at you. You only turned slightly to look at him. Then you didn’t look away for that second. You hold his gaze. Taehyung felt his heart beating in his throat. He felt completely enamored by an angel whose wings were clipped. Angel who looked like the devil.

And you gave him a tiniest hint of a smile.

And in that instant, the universe seemed to realign—a stellar collision in the making.

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Six Years Ago

You sat at a round table draped in a black tablecloth. That was the stupidest you’ve ever felt. And that was the most foolish decision you've ever made. You normally made a lot and that said everything about how stupid it was to sit inside a tent of a fortune teller. In a stupid carnival. It was the idea of the guy who was in all black. Tattoos and piercings. Later you learnt the name to be Jungkook. That day you hated his guts for forcing all of you to sit in front of a woman who wore a midnight blue cape. A hood covering her white hair. Her eyes glued specifically on you as all of you settled down. Odd. Yet, she did stare at you from the very moment you reluctantly entered the tent. Unsettling.

There were stars dangling from the tent’s ceiling and smell of burning incense gave you a headache. And the smoke had made you dizzy. It all looked funny. Everything. The woman was a fraud, you were certain. But Jungkook guy was excited about spending his money over a con-artist. You wanted to leave. Namjoon had his hand on your thigh, though.

You should’ve never agreed to Namjoon’s plans. You weren’t someone meant to be socializing. No, you were someone to isolate yourself from the people. That’s the way you helped yourself. See now, there were your own ways to deal with your own problems. That came in shapes of hallucinations and voices. You had bad and unhealthy coping mechanisms. When neither therapists nor psychiatrists could help, you found the best way to deal with them was to become a bad bitch. Tough. Bad enough so people won’t get close to you just to hurt you in the end. You became selfish so you won’t be hurt when other people are. Being the bad person gave you the control you always seek. The control you never had.

Namjoon should never have brought you there. Not just because you hated it but because that day was what caused your great dismay in the long run.

That day, without even you knowing properly you had started a journey that turned out to be pretty ugly. And beautiful. It started when Jungkook guy showed his hand toward the woman. Palm out. Hoping she would read his future. She had dismissed him. Her eyes was still on you. Felt like glowering competition to you that time. Then right at the time you were about ask ‘what the fuck is wrong with her’, she had spoken in a strained voice.

“Ah, your threads... tangled, woven too tight.”

“Sorry what?”

“Your fates, child. The strands of your lives. Twisted together, bound as one.”

“I don’t understand a shit you’re talking about.”

“You will, in time. Your destiny is knotted with his.”

She had tilted her head to her right. Silver haired man, who was the bad influence on Jungkook’s soul. The other one who had insisted this was a fun idea had perked up. You knew he was Jimin beforehand.

“What? With me?”

“No, not you, dear boy. Him.”

She had pointed a bony finger to the man who sat next to Jimin. The man who had burnt his hand earlier because he accidentally touched the butt of the cigarette he was smoking. All because he stared at you like you were a ghost. No. That wasn’t the case at all. He had stared at you like you were an angel.

You never learnt how to explain that moment. You’ve never seen him before. Not even a glimpse of him. But he had stared at you like he knew you for ages. And you had felt that too. A strange sensation in your heart. A tug. A sting. How it was odd. You never meant to smile at him. You don’t smile at strangers. But you did to him. It was strange.

Then there as you listened to an old fraud talk crap, you had notice he has mismatched eyes. He sat far away from you. The place had shitty lighting. Yet you did notice that. Maybe that was because you were at a staring contest back again. Your heart beating violently and breathing getting ragged.

“You carry the weight of a past undone. Shadows of a life lived before. A tragedy. You’ve crossed paths now to mend what was broken... or to fail once more. Beware. Cycles repeat, and pain lingers. Choose wisely this time.”

You almost didn’t hear her. The man across from you was enchanting.

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Six Years Ago

“Here’s your drink.”

That was the first moment the man, who apparently carried unresolved issues from your past life spoke to you. While placing a hot cup of cocoa on the picnic table in front of the food stall. You were looking at the Ferris Wheel. Glinting with thousands of multicolored tiny lights. How magnificent. Yet you knew it won’t look the same in the morning. It was an allusion. Another scam. Without the tiny lights it would look hollow. Like how you were. If anyone could’ve stared deep into your soul, or if anyone could see your bare soul, they would see how ugly you were. How scarred and hollow you were. You’ve been thinking about that when the intrusion had come. You had averted your eyes from the enchanting scene of Ferris Wheel to the man who stood next to you. Had glared at him with skeptical eyes.

“Oh, sorry- Namjoon asked me to take this to you.”

“Thanks.”

You were a well-guarded person. You never allowed others to get close to you. When it was slowly happening, you made sure to hurt them enough that they’ll run away. But it was always better to never let them come close to you than hurting them later. Only exception in your life was Kim Namjoon. So, you were thoroughly annoyed when the man with black hair and mismatched eyes proceeded to sit next to you. It was only you two there.

“I didn’t invite you to join me Mister.”

“Oh, fuck, sorry, I-I…”

He had such an adorable expression. Eyes wide in panic and face starting to flush in embarrassment. You hated how your heart had pained at the sight.

“No... no... I mean that’s fine. Like, I mean, I could use some company.”

And like you’ve never made him uncomfortable; he had grinned widely. He had a boxy smile. Beautiful. You had found a split second of a moment where your guard had slipped away from you. You found it impossible to avert your gaze away from his lips.

“So, how do you think our fates are tangled up? How do you think we’re going to mend what’s broken.”

“Oh, c’mon, don’t tell me you believe those bullshits too.”

“Bullshits?”

“Yes, Mister, that was a scam. That’s how she’s earning money.”

And he had grinned even more widely. You were being hostile. He didn’t deserve those kinds of harsh treatments. Hadn’t done anything wrong to you. Yet, there he was. Smiling.

“Yeah maybe... maybe not... Namjoon told me you’re a photographer?”

“That’s part time. I just love photography.”

“Well, then maybe you’ll be the photographer in my wedding. That’s how our fates are connected.”

“Oh, you’re getting married soon?”

“No, not soon but I’ll be proposing to her soon. I don’t know when but..”

“Ah!”

For no clear reason, you had felt a pain. A deep sting in your heart. You didn’t want to admit it but strangely it hurt.

“And my name’s Kim Taehyung.”

He had stretched his hand for you to shake. You didn’t. You ignored him completely. Because you felt hurt.

“I didn’t ask for your name.”

“That’s fine. It’s my choice to tell you.”

To your horror, he patted your head then. Your damn head. Over your stupid beany. You never believed the feeling of time slowing down. That moment, though, that happened. You had gaped at him with wide eyes.

His mismatched eyes were the most beautiful you’d ever seen.

And beneath one of them rested a small mole.

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Six Years ago

After months. For the first time since Namjoon returned you had a night terror that night. Wasn’t the usual one. Instead of running away from your aunt, you saw a flashing lights of a truck. Then you felt the pain. Endless pain. And there was the Taehyung. You saw him crying. Broke your heart into tiny million pieces before you open your eyes.

Your monsters returned that night.

You knew someone was under your bed.

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Five years ago

Taehyung never expected to see you again. He missed you, however. Taehyung didn’t think it was possible to miss someone he had met just for such a short time. To miss someone who was hostile to him for no reason. He did. He missed the stony-faced rude girl dearly. Funny, considering he had only spoken to you for ten minutes at most, exchanging barely fifty words. Yet, you haunted his memories for a year. In a good way. Taehyung thought it was because he was curious. Curious as to know what made you, you. The indifferent one. What stole your light. To know who clipped your wings. Or it was because of the fortune teller. Whatever the reason was, he couldn’t deny that he thought about you quite often.

True, Namjoon was still a best friend of his and he had all the opportunities to ask about you. Yet, he didn’t. He couldn’t—not with a girlfriend and Jungkook’s mention of you being Namjoon’s lifelong crush. He blamed all the messed-up sensations he felt on the winter air and bright lights on the carnival. He always loved the winter. Besides he was comfortable with his girlfriend. There were no reason to ruin that. Only if that was the plan of universe as well. It wasn’t.

He was at his favorite Samgyeopsal place that day. Place always had long queues in the evenings for takeouts. He could’ve ordered online. But the restaurant always messed up the online orders. Every good thing has its tiniest flaw. He stood as the fourth person in the long line when someone cut the line. Pushed their tiny self in between Taehyung and the person in front of him. A scowl formed in Taehyung’s forehead. Was about to confront them when an icy voice muttered an apology.

“Sorry but I’m late to the strip club.”

Late to where?

Then they had turned. Had looked at him with wide eyes. No light in them. Just hollow and dull.

You.

Once again, Taehyung felt the same effects. The hustle and bustle of Samgyeopsal place had vanished. Only person remaining in the room was you. Gaping at him with your mouth adorably open. And he knew you recognized him.

“Oh, you. Taehyung?”

“Uh- Hi!... Didn’t expect─”

“Aren’t you going to yell at me?”

“Yell at you for what?”

“For cutting the line?”

“Oh, it’s fine it’s you.”

“That’s bad Sailor… You need to learn to treat people fair.”

You had said something else. But he didn’t hear them. No. Something was happening to him. Something strange. He was in pain. Not physically. It was internal. His heart was aching. He wanted to hug you. Touch you. Knew you would slap his face hard enough for him to lose some of his teeth if he tried, though. That was the moment he realized he wasn’t just missing you. He was longing for you.

“Hey! Taehyung? You okay?”

“Huh? Yeah, of course. Bu-but I know you, so it’s fine.”

“You don’t know me at all. Three hours spent on a carnival a year ago doesn’t count.”

True. You told the truth. That was the period of time he knew you. Three hours from a long day. A year ago. Yet there he was, fighting the urge to touch you. The line was getting shorter. Sooner you would’ve been the person to take your order and vanish again. He didn’t want that. Something was pushing him to change that. At least you weren’t being so hostile toward him that day.

“Let’s dine in.”

“What?”

“I don’t know you so, let’s change that. Have dinner with me.”

Taehyung had waited with bated breath for you to turn the offer down. You didn’t. All you had done was smirk. And that smirk was cunning. It was the most beautiful he has ever seen.

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Five years ago

You should never have agreed to have dinner with a stranger. Taehyung was a stranger to you. Handsome and adorable in his sweater, yes. Yet he was still a stranger. Despite everything, you had to stick with one piece of advice your aunt gave you.

Stranger is a Danger!!!!!!

And that was the only time you disobeyed that advice.

You inspected his mismatched eyes while stuffing your mouth. The eyes you’ve missed. It wasn’t possible but you did. It was either your monsters and the voices inside your head or a pair of mismatched eyes and a mole. A boxy grin that kept you awake at night. No matter how hard you tried to keep the thoughts sunk, Taehyung always found a way.

“What?”

“Huh? Nothing. Are you sure your girlfriend won’t mind you being late?”

“Oh, not girlfriend, fiancée. Proposed to her a few months ago.”

Oh.

You had frozen. It was just like that first time. When you sat at a picnic table looking at a Ferris Wheel. It hurt to hear him say he’s about to get engaged. But that time to hear he is finally engaged; it felt like a knife piercing through your heart.

Why?

There was no reason. You didn’t even know him. You were strangers. Was that love from first sight? Bullshit. You never believed in those kinds of fairy tales. You might’ve so broken that you start to feel pain for the things you shouldn’t. But you couldn’t deny that it hurt. Couldn’t deny that you felt angry. For no reason.

“You okay?”

“Yes, of course. So, you had an engagement party and didn’t invite me?”

“Oh, no. There was no party. I just proposed to her. Had Jungkook and Jimin singing ‘All of me’. That was it.”

“Thank God, you didn’t invite me. Can’t stand those two people.”

It was a joke. A distraction from the pain you felt. Taehyung understood it. Showed you that boxy grin. Only thing it did was intensify the pain, however. You needed to leave. Wanted an escape. Felt suffocating to be in his presence. You nearly had it when you excused yourself for bathroom. But life had different plans.

“Oh, I knew it was you.”

Shaky voice had interrupted you. A voice you never wanted to hear in your entire life. You were having chills even before you turn around to confirm that the voice belonged to the same person who made your life a living hell. It was. In a blink of an eye, you were staring into the wrinkled face of your aunt. You abuser.

Despite all the effort you had put into coping with your trauma. Despite how hard you worked to develop a cold heart and a strong mind that won’t break at simple matters, you pathetically started breathing heavily. Right at the moment your eyes landed on her. A loud ‘no’ chanting inside your head. Screams starting to echo. Visions of her bloody face closing toward you starting to cloud your vision. You didn’t know she was saying something. You didn’t hear a thing. All that you heard was the venom in her voice. Over and over again. Like a mantra. The way she asked you to die.

“No… No, fuck no… get away from me.”

You had thought you were saying those words in your mind. In reality though you weren’t. It was a period you lost from your life. Where you weren’t living in the real world but inside your head. Maybe it wasn’t for a long time. But enough for you to cry a river and scream till your throat tasted like blood. You cried for your life. Begging her to save you. Then right at the time you thought there were no escape, it all vanished.

You were sitting on a cold floor of a busy restaurant. People were staring down at you with such horrified looks on their faces. Pity. Fear. You had gaped at them return. The senses finally getting on to you. Your aunt wasn’t there anymore. You felt relieved, for a moment. Then had felt helpless. You had a panic attack in front of so many people. You hated it when they looked at you like you were a wounded, caged animal. You wanted to disappear but couldn’t help the new tears escaping from you. That’s when you felt the warmth behind your back. Next you noted the arms wrapped around your petite figure. Lastly a soothing voice reached your ears.

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s fine. You’re fine. I got you.”

Taehyung was gently rocking you. Like you were a child. Nobody in your entire life had held you like that. Not even Namjoon because you never fell apart in front of him. For your whole damn, painful life you had no one to hold you.

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Five years ago

Taehyung had refused to let you go home alone. You were annoyed partially but happy mostly. It was embarrassing enough that he saw what he saw. But he didn’t leave you. No matter how hard you tried that day. Which was a great mistake. He should’ve listened to you. Should’ve left you to manage your own miserable life.

He didn’t. Even though you hated it, you had to let the guy enter your safe space. Your apartment. A place that never felt like home at all. You thought it should’ve felt more pathetic as you sat on the couch. Waiting for a stranger to bring you a glass of water. You should’ve felt more helpless to have been pampered by a stranger in your own house. Strangely though you didn’t. You felt secretly relieved. Because you weren’t alone. You knew, all the voices and monsters were about to mess up your entire night that day. There was no way they would leave you alone after what happened. So, you were grateful for him. Even though you didn’t tell him that.

But then after a few hours of just sitting there in silence, he had stood up to leave.

“Well, I should go then. She... uh- you know, I’m late.”

You panicked. Hard. So hard that you had jumped toward him. Had hold on to his arm before he could take a single step away from you. You were scared. Didn’t want to be alone. Not even for a minute. It was ridiculous how you blurted out suggestions as if it were natural. Like you knew him. As if you hadn’t acted all tough and annoyed at him earlier. The thing is, though, he made you feel safe.

“Want to hit the club with me?”

“What?”

“I mean, it’s going to be fun. Be spontaneous sometimes, sailor. You’re not getting any younger.”

“What? This is bit weird you know?”

“Well, you invited me to have dinner with you. You hold me when I was breaking apart. You sat down next to me in my own house like we knew each other for ages. And you said you wanted to change the fact that we don’t know each other. So, what’s so weird about it?”

In addition to being a bad bitch, you were a good manipulator.

“I… what club? I mean strip?”

“No need to be so worried.”

“Wait? Do you really work as a…”

“What a stripper?”

He hadn’t answered that. There was a ghost of a smile on his lips though. And it was enough to heal your scarred soul.

“No.. I’m not. I was about to go there as a punter. To a male one. But we’re not going there. We’re going to a normal one. You know, where there’s no show going on for you. Would’ve preferred the strip cub though.”

You had no intention of clubbing that night. You loved clubbing. Getting drunk. High. Stoned. Then getting laid. You did that on the worst nights, though. That night you had thought it would be a good one. Well, things always changed. Yet, Taehyung didn’t need to know that. You didn’t want him to leave you alone. You had waited with bated breath. Heart pounding violently in your rib cage. Then after some long few tortures minutes he showed you that adorable boxy smile.

“Yeah, sure why not. But why though? Why now? Wouldn’t sleep help you the best.”

“It would, but I need someone to exhaust me to sleep. So, sailor, we are going hunting.”

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Five years ago

Taehyung didn’t know what had happened to you earlier. He didn’t know what caused it. Only that he panicked too. That he wanted to help. While you broke down the floor, he had made sure to force that old lady out of the place. He didn’t know who she was. But maybe, he thought, that she was the person who had stolen your light.

And in the end, when you asked him to join you for a club, all he wanted was for you to feel better. Couldn’t say no to your eager eyes. Or simply he was reluctant to let you go.

So, he joined you at a club. And had watched, watched, and watched. Sitting at a stool near the bar while sipping on a neat whisky. It burnt his throat, yet he couldn’t feel it. His eyes were on the dance floor. On the figure there who was tangled up with a strange man.

He felt bile rising up to his throat. Regretted ever agreeing to come with you. He felt so fucked up at the sight of you grinding shamelessly with another man. It was a mixture of feelings. He felt bothered. An urge to rip you away from the man who was squeezing your ass cheeks like there were no tomorrow. Then he felt a stir in his lower stomach. Which had nothing to do with feeling bothered. No. It had everything to do with the way his heart was beating madly. About to leap away. It had everything to do with how he couldn’t look away, no matter how much he wanted to.

You were fucking captivating. Dancing under the disco lights. Your movements were deliberate. The way you swayed your hips. The way you had wrapped your hands around the stranger’s neck. Your lips an inch away from him. Taehyung knew the stranger must be smelling the alcohol on you. Taehyung knew the stranger must be feeling your soft breaths on his lips. Knew it must be tingling. You had your perfect breasts pressed against the stranger’s chest. Taehyung knew they must be feeling so soft. You had your hips tightly pressed against the stranger. And so, Taehyung knew the stranger must be having the time of his life by feeling your soft flesh against his hardened dick.

Taehyung shouldn’t have thought about that in the first place, but he did. And it wasn’t that he thought about the way the lucky bastard might feel. No, Taehyung was simply imagining it himself. Watching you move from a distance, and he was imagining it was him. With you. It was him having the time of his life while pressing his hardened dick on to your soft skin. Hardened? Yes, he was rock hard. His pants were too tight in his crotch area. Too hard and the bulge visible that he had to turn away immediately to hide it from your view when you suddenly returned.

“Hey there sailor, enjoying the night?”

“Eh, can’t complain.”

“That’s not the answer I’m looking for. Want to join me for a dance?”

“Oh, No. No... I’m fine.”

“Yeah? Fine by me then.”

“Why’d you leave? Looked like you’ve caught your prey tonight, hunter?”

“You’ve been watching?”

“Uh- no- I- I just saw.”

“It’s fine. He is the catch but it’s a game.”

“Game?”

“Mhm. When you want to have good night- I mean a kind of night where you would fall asleep right away, you need to make them desperate.”

You leaned forward. Closer to him. You didn’t sit down on the empty stool. Bent down instead. It was a bad idea. Or maybe the bad idea was Taehyung letting his gaze averted from your face to your chest. Your low neckline was doing a poor job hiding what’s inside. Taehyung’s brain malfunctioned. His mouth went instantly dry. A whimper nearly escaped him at the sight of that delicious cleavage. Perfect. So, fucking perfect. Only he could’ve buried his face in it right there. Only if he could’ve smelled you. And you made it worse.

“So, I would give them a taste and leave Mr. Kim.”

It was a whisper against his ear. A shiver ran down his spine. It had been a great struggle for him to find his words.

“W-wow, y-you’re a vixen.”

……………………………………

Five years ago

You had frozen. Entirely. A sharp pain coursing through your entire body. Intense and unrelenting. It wasn’t entirely physical, but you felt it reverberated through every cell of your being. For a minute, it was like you were having a heart attack. And you were distraught. It felt like grief, as if you'd lost someone dear. That pain was deeply etched to your heart. You were certain that you’d never be able to escape that sensation. Even your eyes started to sting again. Pricking with unshed tears. You could’ve cried. Could’ve made a fool out of yourself for a second time that day. Taehyung had saved you, though. Distracted you with a shaky inhale of his breath. When you turned your sorrowful gaze to him, he was no longer looking at your face. His eyes were fixed on your breast. At the skin that was revealed to his eyes.

You had thought you imagined it when you saw him eyeing your cleavage earlier. He wouldn’t do that right? But he was. Shamelessly staring. And a shiver ran through your body. Made you visibly tremble. The painful sensation you were feeling replaced with something more sinful. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander. Roam across his broad figure and stop right under his torso. Fuck! He was hard. Bulge visible. His pants was straining against his hardness. You thought you had conflicting emotions at that moment. Part of you believed he wouldn’t do that. And the other part thought you might not be the reason. Then he changed it.

“Does it work every time?”

When you looked back at his eyes they were on fire. His mismatched eyes. His beautiful brown orbs were burning with desire. Your knees buckled under the intensity of that gaze.

“Course, it does. What, do you think it won’t work on you?”

It was a dangerous game you were playing. Among every little thing you couldn’t take, rejection always held the first place. You might’ve been reading the signs wrong. And the entire situation was so wrong. Not that you cared. You were a bad person. You had done far worst things in your life. However, you believed Taehyung might have cared. He seemed like a good guy. Loyal. So, you had brace yourself for the inevitable rejection when his next words came as a whisper.

“Maybe… We should try find out.”

“You want me to try that on you?”

“Please.”

That was it. It was all Taehyung’s fault. You couldn’t hold responsible for your actions. You were the bad guy, and he was supposed to be the good one. He asked for it. And you, a horny woman who was far too broken to think about morality, had no control over denying that. Above all, you really knew how to play.

“Sure thing, sailor. It’s easy, like this.”

You angled your head, so you were facing him properly. Still, bent down. Made sure you were only millimeters apart from his pink lips, when you spoke again. Wanted him to anticipate a kiss you never were about to give.

“Men are easy you know…”

You placed your hand on his shoulder. Felt smug and proud when he slightly shuddered. When his muscles tightened under your barely there touch.

“Flashing my tits always make it easier… but this way it’s better.”

Dragged your palm down through his chest. He waited patiently. Swallowed harshly. Eyes never leaving yours. You dragged your palm down, down, and down. Through the expanses of his sculptured chest and abs. Didn’t even hesitate a bit when you hovered your palm over his crotch. Fighting with yourself not to lose your control and give in right there. Kept your hand there for a few seconds.

“And this is the part I love the most, sailor.”

You changed the position of your hand instantly. The poor guy nearly whimpered. Only for a moment though. You never gave him time to mourn the loss when you were grabbing his hand.

“Please.”

You made sure you mumbled that one word in a way it spills liquid neediness into his brain. Then at the same moment you raised his hand up. Pressed his palm into your left breast. Gave him full privilege of touching your soft mound completely. He moaned. He fucking moaned. So did he understand what you meant by ‘please’. You didn’t expect him to jump into action right away. He did and you failed not to moan as well. He squeezed your soft flesh while his breathing got ragged. He did it over and over, repeatedly. You allowed that to happen for how long you have no idea. You almost didn’t want it to end. Were simply falling into an ecstasy under his touches. What brought you into reality was when his lips grazed over yours. You withdrew fast as thunder. Completely. Pushed his hand away. Took a moment to compose yourself.

“Not so easy sailor, you should try harder.”

Turned around and walked away with your heart pounding in your throat.

………………………………..

Five years ago

Taehyung had sat there motionless. He was sure his brain was broken. Oh God, everything about this was wrong—what he’d done. But his real problem lay elsewhere. Crossing moral boundaries didn’t seem to strike him as a bad thing. He had his gaze fixed on your retrieving back. On the sway of your hips. The way you never even looked back. You disappeared at a corner. He knew you went to the bathroom. There was a possibility that you might not return to him. And it hurt Taehyung. Both in his chest and lower. His cock was so hard inside his pants. Hard it hurt. Your breast felt so soft in his hand. Your breath made him sigh in relief. He felt like an animal who works on its instinct. He couldn’t control his actions. Especially when he saw that man who had you grinding your hips against him followed you.

Taehyung wasn’t prepared to see you leave with another man that night. Not after you had his cock jump at the sight of your cleavage. He worked on autopilot mode. Wasn’t seeing clear when he practically sprinted after you. Bumped on the strange man who was halfway there. Only slightly caught you disappearing through the bathroom door. Taehyung didn’t give a fuck about the sign that said it was for women. Nor did he care about the shrieks he heard from the few punters who stood near the sinks as he pushed open the door. Only thing he saw was you. Only person who existed there were you. Gaping at him with your wide eyes when he grabbed your arm and turned you around.

“Taehyung!”

“You can’t do that, Vixen. That’s so fucking cruel.”

Thats all he said to you before he crashed his lips against yours. His lips lingered for a brief second before moving against yours—desperate and rough. Felt relieved, though. Instant relief. Turned you around and pressed you against the bathroom door. You took a minute. Taehyung liked to think you were surprised. Then you gave in willingly. It was the best feeling in the world when you parted your lips without any reluctance when he brushed his tongue against your lips. Seeking permission. You tasted better than anything in the world. You smelled better than anything. You were so soft against his hard body. And you lapped against his tongue like you were gone mad. Sharing one breath and creating a mess of spit. His cock was throbbing bad. He wanted you more than he needed to breathe at that time. You pulled away first. Gasped for air.

“Do y-you realize that w-we have an audience?”

“Don’t care.”

He fell back into your lips hungrily. He was pretty sure you would’ve let him have you right there if it wasn’t for some punter saying that they minded. You were forced to withdraw. Taehyung wasn’t having it though. He needed you.

“Please Vixen.”

……………………………

Five years ago

Taehyung’s desperate plea had affected you far more than he realized. He had turned you on so hard, apparently. Had unleashed a monster. And how he loved that. You were so needy, and impatient. Pretty. Hot. Gorgeous. The most amazing thing he had ever seen.

You and he had stumbled yourself out the club. Not wanting to stop sucking each other’s lips. It was your idea to go back to your place. And he were just trying to do that, but you were so impatient. Had thrown yourself on him ever since he started driving. He’d had one drink but couldn’t bring himself to care. Wanted nothing more than to go to a place where he can savor and devour you all the much he wanted. He wanted to do it faster, but you were a distraction. You had started it by kissing his neck. Trailing your tongue on his sensitive spot. Then you had escalated it by finally touching his hardened length through his pants. Squeezed and rubbed.

You teased the life out of him. Had played with your cunt, all the while he struggled to keep concentrating on the road ahead. How impossible that was when you bunched up your dress around your waist. Spread your legs and started to rub your cute cunt over your lacy panties. Taehyung was sure he’s going to crash. Then you pushed the fabric to the side. Moaned needily as you pushed a finger inside you. What a show you put for him. You pumped and pumped and pumped. Dripping on to the leather seat of his car.

“Holy fuck, baby. Jesus.”

“Need you Tae. Oh, fuck I can’t... Need more... Can I jerk you? No... no, can I suck you off?”

“Fuck, I’m gonna crash lady.”

“No, you won’t. C’mon you can. You’re a tough guy aren’t you. You can handle a little teasing.”

“Oh, fuck… you are a vixen. You gonna kill us both.”

You slipped your drenched finger out of your cunt. All he could think was how delicious you would taste. He had opened his mouth before he could think about it. Before you could wipe your finger on your thigh. You took the hint. Pushed your finger inside his mouth gratefully. It was embarrassing but he nearly cried. You did too. Didn’t wait a second longer before you were fumbling with his belt. Taehyung’s hips bucked upward involuntarily. His cock twitching as you freed him from the tight confines of his pants.

From there it was a hazy blur. You ruined him. From the very moment your warm lips wrapped around his flushed tip. You were a fucking vixen through and through. Such a tease. Knew exactly what you were doing when you gagged and chocked yourself on his cock. Slurping and drooling. Sucking the life out of him. Keeping him lost in your warmth till his cock throbbed nearing the release and you had stopped. Taehyung complained. Not for real though. He loved every minute of it. And by the time he parked in front of your apartment building, Taehyung was surprised how he even managed that. He took a moment to collect himself as you were still going on it. He was in ecstasy. Immense pleasure. Yet if you had thought he had given you full control, you were so wrong.

He bunched up your hair in his fist. Bucking his hips upward. Pressed you down. Kept you there before let go. You slipped his length out of your mouth. Gasping and panting.

“Cum, sailor. Want to taste you.”

He used your hair to straighten you up. Looked at your ruined face. Fucking ethereal.

“Yeah, you want that? Too bad, princess. I want to ruin that tight little hole first, fill you up, and make you beg for more. Tell me you'll let me.”

Couldn’t help but kiss your wet lips. You nodded into that kiss.

………………………………..

Five years ago

It was the best sex Taehyung had ever experienced. From the very moment you managed to enter your apartment in one piece to where he had you beneath him, his cock stretching your cute cunt open, it all felt like a dream to him. You pulsed around him violently. Frantically. He made you cum twice before having you warming his cock. Both times on his tongue. Sucked and lapped on your cute clit for so long. Overstimulated you to a point you actually cried.

Funny part was that it wasn’t about showing you who was in control or taking sweet revenge for the torture you put him during the drive. No, it was entirely his feral desire. The desire to keep lapping against your sweet slick. He was starved. To keep his head buried between your thighs and get drunk on your smell. He was high. He felt inhuman, insatiable. He could’ve gone for days like that. Fingers knuckles buried inside your cunt and massaging that sweet spot. Tongue circling around your twitching clit. Drinking your sweet essence. Unfortunately, though, he had to stop before you became too tired to pleasure his aching cock.

He held on to a loose thread of sanity as he watched you squirming beneath him. Eyes teary and mouth agape. He wanted to move but felt greedy to do so at the same time.

“Shit, I don’t want to start.”

“Y-yeah? Fuck… W-why is th-that?”

You giggled beautifully. Breathlessly.

“Starting it means, ending it sometime princess. Don’t want to stop.”

He pressed himself more into you. Relished the feeling of your warm walls clenching and unclenching around him. Your warmth. Having you stretched so wide and the sensation of your tightness struggling to adjust to him. Your arousals soaking his length. It was a dream to have you. To fuck you. Raw. He didn’t want that to end.

You had gone still at his words, however. Watched him with an unexplainable yet sorrowful expression. And he knew what was coming. He didn’t want you to voice that out. You did.

“I hope you know what you’re doing Kim Taehyung.”

Shit. He wanted to silence you. So, he dragged his aching cock back just to slam inside you. It didn’t have the desired effect. You moaned loudly and arched your back. Yet before he could repeat his movements, you spoke.

“I hope you realize that you’re cheating Kim Taehyung.”

It should’ve turned him down the moment those words left your sweet, seductive lips. But how fucked up he was that it didn’t make any difference at all. His hunger for you still roared inside him without a hitch. He gave you another harsh thrust.

“I hope you know; you’re an engaged man and you have a fucking fia─”

“Holy fuck, shut up you little minx. Shut up! Just use that mouth to moan my name, go on.”

He stilled himself inside you. Ground a bit. And opted into an animalistic pace straight away. And you did what you’ve been asked for. Moaned his name so sweet that his head spun. Yet there was a single thread of sanity left on you.

“Tell me you know Taehyung. Don’t go fucking blame me after this.”

“I know. All right. I fucking know. Damn know.”

He leaned forward. Kissed you hard. Withdrew only to grab the underside of your thighs. And to push your legs toward your torse. Bent you in half. Fucked you the hardest he could.

“It doesn’t matter vixen, you know. It’s only happening this one time. It’s fine.”

Told to himself more than to you. You had looked at him with void eyes. No emotion. Or not. Taehyung thought you were hurt. But you nodded. Understood. And he threw the care away. You did too. It was all pleasure. Each drag of his cock inside your warm walls. Each hit against your sweet spot. Each clench you made. It all was perfect. Perfect in the way how he wanted more even when he was already buried deep inside you. He wanted more of you. Wanted to make that last long. Especially since it was supposed to happen one time. Taehyung wanted to make you lose your mind. And he did.

Made you hold your own thighs so he can go deeper and harder. Played with your cute clit. All it took was few flicks and you were cuming undone crazily. Had put your legs over his shoulders. Kissed you hard when you came again. Had you on your knees. Yet in the end, he wanted even more. Even when you were so spent. When you lost the ability to stay up on your knees long ago. Taehyung would say it was the only reason why he fell to the bed laying on his side. Got you in the same position. Pulled you to him till your back was pressed against his chest. His hand under your neck. Curled it so you would be even closer. Held your leg up while he entered your warmth again.

Fuck, that was no ordinary way to fuck a one-night stand. He spoon fucked you, while he held you so passionately. Kissing your neck and coaxing you. Praising you for being such good dirty slut for him.

“Like that pretty slut. God, take it. Doing so fine baby. I’m so close. So close.”

“Taehyung… I can’t…”

“Yes, you can. You will. Take me baby please. Want to cum deep inside you. Tell me you want that, hm? Tell me you want my cum deep inside your slutty cunt. You gonna keep them inside, don’t you?”

“Taehyung please…”

Weren’t it the sweetest sound when you moaned his name. And when you add a nice beg in the end.

“I got you baby. Let go one more time for me? I know you got more. You can cum more for me slut.”

“Oh, fuck…”

“Yeah? Shit, feel so good princess. You feel fucking good. Don’t want to fucking stop.”

Taehyung had his face buried in your neck the whole time. Your scent was intoxicating. Addictive. You felt like home. Even though it didn’t make any sense. He didn’t know you. Not even your name.

“What’s your name?”

He never stopped railing your cunt as he blurted the question out. You giggled breathlessly. Taehyung felt you shake against him.

“Seriously, Kim? You- fuck- you’re fucking me to the next week, but you don’t know my name?”

“You never told me.”

“Why would you want to know my name?”

“So, I can moan it.”

You told him your name. And Taehyung stuck to his words. Moaned it over and over again. Even moaned it when you were the one who was cuming again. Squeezing around his twitching cock hard. Desperate to milk him. Crying his name. Taehyung held you close because he wanted to. You were so good. And the way you gripped him was the final straw for him.

It was pathetic how he whined. Almost cried when he came. It was otherworldly. The feeling. But it was all over the moment he lost it. The moment his hips stuttered, and he couldn’t edge himself anymore. Rope after rope of white cum had shot into the confine of your womb. Satisfactory. He felt whole for a minute before reality had hit him. Bad. It was bad. Even then, he hadn’t rushed away from you. No. He had waited till he couldn’t anymore. Had cleaned you up despite your half- hearted protests.

Eventually, when he gathered himself, you were fast asleep. And the thing that had made Taehyung felt most guilty was the way he kissed you softly before he left.

………………………………..

Four years and four months ago

You never saw him. Not even once since your little dirty tryst. You wanted to ask about him from Namjoon, but your ego was larger than the galaxy. No, you couldn’t lower yourself like that. Besides, he had told you it was just a one-time thing. Funny. Normally you left men wanting more. They had always come back. Not Taehyung. You understood though. Just because you felt satisfied to be the bad guy, it doesn’t mean he would too. You had fully expected that was the case. That Taehyung would stick to the good. Would do the right thing. Until that day.

It was storming outside. You were in a critical state. A shadow lingered in the corner of your living room, and screams echoed in your mind. You planned to leave the house for a good drink and a hunt that night. That was when you heard the knock on your door. And the person outside it was someone who you never expected to see again.

How ridiculous it was the way you were grinning from ear to ear like a mad woman when you opened the door. Finding a soaked Taehyung, covered in a black hoodie.

“Well, hello, Mr. Kim Taehyung!”

“Hi, vixen.”

“You’re passing by?”

“One more time. Just one more. I need it, baby, please.”

He startled you with his sudden outburst. You didn’t get to ask anything more. Simply because he was lunging at you. You didn’t get to do anything more than letting out a surprised yelp when he intruded your house. Lips pressed hard against yours. It was too quick how he thrusted his tongue inside your mouth, taking advantage of the surprised gasp.

All you saw was the door closing behind him before he had your back against the wall next to the door. You kissed him back. You did. Just after the few initial seconds of surprise passed away. Slipped your tongue inside his mouth too. Moaned at the sensation you felt only once before. At the addictive taste. He tasted like winter. You used to hate winter. It was dull and gloomy. But when you were kissing Kim Taehyung, you fell in love with the winter. He was the bright side you never saw. Your head started spinning. Above all, the screams inside your head vanished the moment his lips landed on yours. And you knew the shadow was gone too. You were the one who pulled away, first. You could’ve died if you didn’t.

“Wh- what are y- you doing?”

“What does it look like?”

“Thought it was supposed to be that one time?”

“I know Vixen, I fucking know. Can you please- just… Fuck- let me fuck you one more time. I just need one more time. Can’t get you out of my head.”

Well, you didn’t care at all. You were at peace with the information that you were the bad person. If Taehyung wanted to take part in that, you weren’t going to stop him. Because you were selfish. He had no idea how much you missed him. How hard the past few months were for you. Your invisible friends have started to annoy your ass more and more since the day you woke up to an empty bed after he fucked you to the next life. That- the day he came back- was the only day you felt relieved. You were not going to play the hero who you never were.

So, of course, you said yes. An eager one. That’s all it took for Taehyung. He almost tore your clothes apart. His soaked ones following afterward before he had you straddling his sculptured thighs naked. Sat on your couch, grinding on his bare cock while he lapped against your hardened nipples. You went on it for what felt like hours. Your sticky arousals soaked his hard cock while his saliva made a mess on your tits. He created reddish artwork on your skin. And you clenched around nothing every time.

“Want me to tie you up to your bed, vixen?”

“Fuck..”

“Hm? Answer me slut?”

“Yes…. please.”

“Holy fuck! Gonna make you cum hard baby, don’t worry.”

That was your first bondage. You never allowed any man to tie you up to anything. Not even to tie your hands together with their silk ties. It took more than trust to let someone have you that way. You never felt safe. You always wanted to have your control even when you were too drunk to care. You hate it when you don’t have that control. With Kim Taehyung, however, you didn’t care. You consented to be tied to your bed gratefully. You felt safe. You trusted him more than you trusted yourself.

There was not a single ounce of doubt when he secured the knots around your wrists. There was not a drop of fear when he ate your cunt like you were a full course meal. Not even when you knew he’s going to overstimulate you. He would make you cum until your thighs shake. And you had no safe word. Yet you trusted him. So much. You felt nothing but blissful pleasure when he finally had enough of your taste. His hardened length visibly jumping. You didn’t hesitate to tell him where you had your vibrator when he asked for it. Knew you were up to a good time. So, you were.

Your back throat was raw from all the moaning when he finally thrusted inside you. You had missed the stretch so badly. He had the damn vibrator pressed against your already sensitive clit when he started pounding you on to the mattress.

“You feel good princess?”

“So- fuck- s- so good Tae... Oh, baby... shit...”

“Ahh, shit, such a tight cunt. Just like I remembered. Nobody fucked you after me?”

You only managed to shake your head. It was the truth. Not that you didn’t want. You wanted it badly. But nobody felt the same. So, you gave up on the kissing stage.

“Really? Really princess? Y-you didn’t? Fuck…. You gonna kill me. Holy fuck!”

And he was going to kill you too. It scared you how you didn’t know a way to handle that much pleasure. You wanted to touch him. Badly. Your hands itched. Restrains dug scarlet marks into your wrists at how hard you moved your hands against them. It was pure instinct that made you want to claw at his back. You couldn’t. That was torture.

“Wanna- wanna….”

“Yeah baby? What do you want?”

“Wanna touch you… Tae please.”

“No… No princess. Just take it. Hm take it. Take my cock like a good slut.”

It’s not like you had any other options to be fair. You had to take it. And you did graciously. Lost the count of how many times you fell over the edge. Convulsing around him. Somewhere between your fourth orgasm and his first, you lost your senses. Just cried for him to untie you because you wanted to touch. At last, he relented. Untied you. You jumped at the opportunity. Pulled him so close to you. Didn’t even mind his weight crushing you. It was just like the first time. You didn’t want to end.

“Go again, please, Tae. Again, I want more. Keep filling me up.”

“Fuck, sure you can take it?”

“Positive.”

So, he did. Without the vibrator and restraints. And it wasn’t a fuck. It was love making. He stared into your soul through your eyes when he gently rocked you into your mattress. Held you close to him the best way he could.

“Let’s cum together baby. Cum with me.”

You didn’t know what the best was. Cuming hard when he violently pounded you or when he slowly built the tension and made you let go together with him. Both felt ecstatic. So much your heart broke when it was over. When he cleaned you up and plopped next to you. It was all over again. And you thought you would wake up to an empty bed next day.

………………………….

Four years and four months ago

You didn’t wake up to an empty bed. For once, the emptiness was replaced by something tender, something real. When you woke up and tried to adjust your tired eyes to the bright light, your eyes had landed on a snuggled figure next to you. Then you had felt the warmth of that figure. Your bed wasn’t cold. And you felt how tight his arm was wrapped around your waist. It was wholesome. It was heartbreaking. He hadn’t left. He didn’t know how much it meant to you. You had watched his peaceful face that morning. Like a creep. The way he breathed. Way his lips were pouty. You didn’t dare to move a finger. Felt like a dream that was too good to be true. A single wrong move could make it all vanish.

It didn’t. He woke up sometime after you. And to your relief he knew where he was. Had mumbled a groggy ‘morning’. Your heart was doing the tango. Wanted to kiss him hard. You didn’t, though. You just stared at his face. He did the same until he finally felt bored of it and opted to play with your hair. It was peaceful. Peaceful in a way that made you do something you thought impossible.

“You know, when I was a kid, monsters lived under my bed.”

You never meant to tell him that. No. It slipped your mouth before you could stop. Nobody knew. Not even Namjoon. Your aunt knew, just because you ran to her when the first monster crept out under your bed. She didn’t give a fuck. You had to deal with your monsters on your own. You were a little kid. But what else you could’ve expected when she was the one who created those monsters.

You kept them as a secret. Were afraid of people treating you differently. Were afraid of Namjoon treating you differently. Had thought he would not want to be your friend anymore had he known. You always thought, if there was a someone who would eventually know, that someone would be Kim Namjoon. Your best friend since you were little kids. The boy next door. He was all you had. His house was the place you ran to when your aunt was too drunk, making your life hell. He was your only relief.

Then he betrayed you. He found a girlfriend when you were fifteen. You were jealous. Scared. But that wasn’t what broke you. What broke you was when he came to you to let you know that he’s flying abroad. And he did. You were left alone. Partially you hated Namjoon for that. You always waited, though. Thought the monsters would go away when he came back. Because that’s how it was before he left.

Funny, how it wasn’t he who made your monsters go away in the end. True, he brought the light you were craving. Only not in the shape of him. Still, you didn’t mean to tell it to Taehyung. At that moment you were so sure you made him run away from you. You were beyond surprised when he just stared at you. Affectionately. Brought his hand on your hair to cradle your cheek.

“You did.”

You had remained still. At the verge of tears. He was supposed to run away. Yet you nod anyway.

“My-uh- aunt, she… um used to… I mean she didn’t really treat me well. And this one day she came home all bloody. I don’t know what happened but- uh- I was so scared of her. She- fuck… well, she kinda took her anger out on me and ever since that day, monsters lived under my bed.”

You sniffled. Tried hard not to cry when Taehyung changed his position. Dropped his hand to your waist again. Just to pull you closer to his still naked body. Hugged you so close. Inhaled shakily yet, he didn’t run away.

“Fuck, baby, I’m so sorry that happened. I wish I could have been there to protect you.”

“It’s not your fault. Why would you be sorry for something that you have no control of?”

“Do they return often?”

You didn’t know how he knew. Were you that visible? You wanted to tell a white lie. That you were fine. Something made you tell the truth, however.

“They do but I’m not afraid anymore.”

“Call me when it happens the next time.”

“Why? Told you I’m not afraid, sailor.”

You failed to hold your tears. Especially, when he hovered over you. Kissed your lips.

“I know. Just call me.”

He made a severe mistake that time. You and he made a severe mistake. You agreed in the end. Just before his soft kiss started to deepen. Before his lips started to trail down your jaw and neck. Before they ended up on your already hardened nipples. Nobody questioned how it shouldn’t have happened again.

……………………………..

Five years and three months ago

You didn’t call him until a month passed. Taehyung considered visiting you unannounced again but felt like a scumbag for even thinking about it. You were not a sex toy for him to use. And he still had a fiancée. Who was innocently unaware of his infidelity. He wanted to have better control over himself. Not to commit the same sin again. Convincing himself he was only meeting you to help made it seem acceptable, though it wasn’t just an excuse—he genuinely wanted to help. Not that he knew a reason. He just did.

Because he finally knew what made you, you. Knew it was your aunt that made you broke apart in a Samgyeopsal restaurant. Knew how it happened. How the said aunt clipped your wings. He wanted to help. Felt an urge to protect you. Be next to you each and every minute so, no monster, no human would be able to harm you.

So, when he received a call from an unknown number. When he heard a sob from the other side when he answered. Taehyung had gone into a frenzy. There was only one thing on his mind. That you needed help. You needed him. You had only muttered one word.

“Taehyung…”

His heart sank at that. Shattered. Brain started to ring alarms. There would be no other way to explain that feeling than fear. He thought you were dying. You weren’t. When he finally reached you, he found you curled up next to your couch. Screaming with your hands covering your ears. Tears streaming down. One word chanted through your dry lips. Desperate.

“No. No. No. No.”

Taehyung didn’t know what he should do. So, he did what he thought would be helpful. He hugged you tightly. Told you he was there. And kissed you passionately. Tasted your tears on your lips. It felt like hours passed until you finally calmed down. But when you did. When your cries fade into little whimpers, he finally felt like he could breathe.

…………………………..

Five years and three months ago

You never wanted to be a burden. Yet somehow you became one. Taehyung said that’s not who you are. But you knew you were. You started to rely on him completely ever since that day. From the very moment he stepped inside your apartment while you were crying for a little relief. When it was over, you knew you had to let him go. You couldn’t though.

“C-Could you, um… stay a little longer?”

“Course, I can.”

You sighed in relief. Snuggled against his chest. You sat on the floor next to the couch. Both of you. As long as he was there, the bloody woman won’t return. You knew it. You were staring to calm down. Collecting the shredded pieces of you. Still very shaken from your earlier outburst. You never learnt a way to cope with it afterwards. At least not until Kim Taehyung happened.

“Want to forget it ever happened vixen?”

“I would like to.”

He said nothing when he got to his feet. Said nothing when he fished for his phone. You watched him with a curious gaze until the sound of music filled the silent air of your apartment. Reggae- rock. It was, ‘can’t remember to forget you’. You rolled your eyes to the back of your skull. Shook your head so fast that it made you dizzy.

“Oh my god, no, Taehyung.”

“C’mon, it’s fun.”

You protested the best you could. Yet ended up swirling under his arms after he pulled you into your shaky legs. You were reluctant as hell at first. It was amazing how he eased you slowly. How he made you swirl and sway your hips. You didn’t even realize you were actually dancing in your living room with a man you had no business being with. Didn’t know you were grinning like a fool. In your baggy hoodie and leggings. He didn’t have to make you dance anymore. You did it by yourself. Pressed you back to his. Wiggled your shoulders in sync with him. Sung the lyrics through top of your lungs.

I rob and I kill to keep him with me

I do anything for that boy.

I’d give my last dime to hold him tonight

I do anything for that boy.

Only you didn’t know that was the truth. That in the long run, you would really do anything for him. And that won’t be enough.

In that moment, it was the life. It was one of the happiest memories in your distraught life. You saw the universe in his eyes that day when he finally turned around and turned you to face him as well. He was happy. You were happy. In a little bubble you created.

“Gosh, sailor, you’re crazy.”

“Yes, I am.”

He mumbled before softly kissing you.

……………………………….

Three years and six months ago

You called him rarely first. Then more often. Then every day. First, it was when the voices and visions got unbearable. Then it was for no reason. And he was more than happy to visit. After few months, you didn’t have to call him anymore. He came every day. He danced with you every day. He fucked you every day. The thing was, though, you both knew it was temporary. You thought you were just fine. You did it because you were the bad guy. That thought shielded you against the guilt. So, you kept thinking that. Until, of course, you couldn’t anymore.

That day when he rocked you onto your bed while staring at you with those sparkly eyes, you knew something had changed. Not in him. But in you. You weren’t doing it to be the bad guy anymore. You weren’t doing it to feel like you have control anymore. No. You were genuinely enjoying every moment with him. You loved them. You loved the way he looked at you. Loved the way he talked to you. Loved how he smiled at you. Loved how he laughed. Walked. Ate. Slept. Loved his smell. Loved his presence. Simply, you loved him.

You inhaled a shaky breath. There was no denying anymore. You loved Kim Taehyung. In a crazy way. Just like on your second day together, you hadn’t meant to voice your thoughts. But once again, the words slipped out before you could stop them.

“I love you.”

He had still immediately inside you.

“What?”

“I love you, sailor.”

…………………………….

Three years and six months ago

Taehyung had panicked too much. Too hard. He never expected to hear that. You surely didn’t love him. It couldn’t be true. It was such an unexpected confession. He stumbled away from your bed. Had denied what you said. Shook his head. Got dressed in record time. Had stormed away from your apartment while you looked at him with wide innocent eyes.

He didn’t even give you time to explain. Didn’t give you the explanation you deserve. Vanished from your gaze. You called him several times. He ignored you. Just because he was so scared. You couldn’t love him. You knew he was engaged. Above all, he couldn’t accept your feelings. You were worlds apart. He had every intention to keep ignoring you. To hide away from the world. And you stopped calling him too. He knew you had a huge ego, that you wouldn’t even look at his face again.

He thought that would be the case. But how hard that day was for him. He was a huge mess through and through. His heart was aching like someone was squeezing it in their hand. He felt like he was physically bleeding. Yet he could’ve made the day if it wasn’t for the call he received from you at midnight. He never ignored your late-night calls except that day. He didn’t answer. Waited few minutes lying in his bed, imagining how it might be for you. He knew you hadn’t called to say anything else. He knew so much about you by then, that he knew you called him because you were scared. Knew the visions might be back. Knew you might be hearing the sounds.

And that was when he realized how much he cared. He cared always, yes, but that’s when he realized that. He cared too much. Too hard. He couldn’t stay away from you. Couldn’t ignore your calls for help. You were too precious. Even though he didn’t know you had been his everything lately.

Taehyung practically jumped from the bed. Ignored his startled fiancée. Broke every speed limit as he raced to your place. Just to find you nowhere. Nowhere in your apartment. That was the first time he had felt hollow. A strange sensation shot through his spine. His heart was beating in his ears as he stood still in your living room. Trying to clear his head and think straight. That’s when he had heard the sobs. Muffled. You were inside. Somewhere there. He followed the sound. Slowly and quietly until he found you finally. The sounds came through your closet. Taehyung didn’t think it was possible to feel more heart broken. He did somehow, when he sprang open the closet door. Gaze falling on to the figure in a fetal position. You had looked up at him with your red and puffy eyes. Your panicked expression morphed into an angry one in a blink.

“Why are you here? What the fuck are you doing here Kim? Why are you here? Get out. Leave. I don’t want you here!”

He didn’t listen to you obviously. Crouched down before you. Touched you when you started to thrash. Throwed a tantrum.

“No. No for fucks sake vixen, I’m not leaving you like this. I’m so sorry baby.”

“You did once. You can do it again. Fucking go away Kim.”

“I’m sorry princess. No, stop─”

You were stronger than a lioness that day. He had a great struggle holding you still, pulling you into his body. You tried your best though.

“I don’t want your fucking pity, Taehyung, I don’t want it.”

“I’m not giving you my fucking pity! I’m fucking giving you, my love”

He yelled. You stopped wriggling like a worm at once. Everything went still for a minute before you broke apart. Crying hard into his chest. He cried too. But at the same time, he made sure to tell you he loved you like it was a mantra to calm you down.

“I fucking love you too Vixen. I love you.”

…………………………………………

A year ago

From the moment Taehyung confessed his love for you, your life turned completely around. It wasn’t the sour and dull life anymore. It was bright as summer and comfortable as winter. Sure, there were heart breaks and days you cried. Like how your heart broke when Namjoon confessed to you in a fancy restaurant. You had blinked at his face stupidly. You couldn’t believe it. That Namjoon liked you. You had a fat crush on him until the day he left to states. You thought you harbored the same feelings when he came back too. But somewhere on the line things had changed. Even though Namjoon was very special to you, you had to break his heart. You were in love with Namjoon’s friend. For years. Namjoon understood your rejection, but he shut himself out from your life.

It hurt you. But you knew he was hurt too. There were other incidents too. Sometimes you fought with Taehyung. You cried a little. He brought you cupcakes instead of beer after those fights. Brought you Orchids. Despite everything you were living your best life. Things changed for good too. Like how you loved winter. Because he tasted like winter. Because he took you to that winter carnival. Only you two. You giggled like a teenager. Enjoyed everything like a toddler. He showed you the things you missed. Healed the little girl inside you. Taught you it was okay to love someone unconditionally. To be loved unconditionally.

He made you watch cliché movies and read you books. You learnt how beautiful it was to dance in the rain. You looked forward to his silly dates. You missed him when he was gone. But with everything, you both knew in the very end of the silver line there was a looming darkness. You ignored it the best you could though.

“Do you think she meant this?”

Taehyung played with your hair- a habit he developed- as you lazily laid there after he fucked your brains out. It was noon. Harsh sunlight was creating glowing patterns on his face. You looked at him wearily.

“Who?”

“That fortune teller. She told our fates were tied together.”

“Really sailor, you still believe those shits?”

“You don’t?”

There was such tender look in his eyes. How you loved him. You turned to your side to face him, thinking his question through.

“Well, I don’t want it to be real, so, I don’t believe.”

“Why?”

“Because she said we had unresolved issues Taehyung, that’s bad. And…. She said that cycles repeat. She said something about pains lingering. If it was true, then that part comes true as well. If it was true, then something bad happened to us in that past life Taehyung. I don’t want that again. Don’t want you gone.”

Taehyung had frozen for a minute. Had looked at you with his eyes pouring out his heart. Had kissed you deeply. Held you close.

“It won’t. Nothing bad is going to happen.”

You trusted him that day. But you forgot that your life isn’t supposed to be that good.

………………………

Six months ago

It was storming just as it had been the day Taehyung suddenly popped up in front of your apartment door, after months of your first day. And he had knocked on your door similar to how he had done then Instead of simply walking inside as he used to. You were so surprised to find him there soaked to the bones. Ironically wearing a similar black hoodie. And you, stupid you, had grinned uncontrollably to see him there. Only until you realized he wasn’t smiling back. Until you noticed that his eyes were puffy and red. Undoubtedly from crying. Even the tip of his nose was red. He hadn’t spoken a word. Not a single word before you understood it for yourself. He had this look on his face. Somber. Distraught. Guilty. Hesitating. It all screamed one thing. That loomed darkness was there.

You knew. Before he could tell it, you knew. And you jumped into action before anything else can happen. You desperately had believed it won’t happen if you stop it before he says anything.

“No. No. Taehyung. I- fuck- I don’t want to hear it. Turn around please. Leave.”

What you wanted didn’t happen. He spoke. Instead of listening to you he spoke.

“She knows.”

“So what? I don’t care Taehyung. Turn around. This isn’t happening. You’re not- you’re not- not─”

Your words had muffled by a sob that erupted from your throat. You didn’t want to cry. It meant, it was happening. No, it wasn’t.

“Look, I- (__), I’m s-so fucking so-rry baby─”

“No, you’re not, you’re not sorry Taehyung. If you’re really sorry, don’t do this to me. Don’t─”

“She doesn’t deserve that. I wasted her whole life. I can’t do that to her.”

She doesn’t deserve that. So, you did?

He wasted her whole life. So, he didn’t waste yours?

He can’t do that to her. But he can do that to you?

You took a step back. The tears were out of your control now. That wasn’t how it meant to happen. It was meant to be a happy ending. You did your best. You did everything you could. You never asked him to make a decision. You always soothed your heart saying, he would do it at the right time. You always understood his situation. You made peace with being a secret, and not being able to tell anyone who your boyfriend was. You did everything. In the end, it wasn’t enough. None of it was enough.

Despite all your efforts there stood Kim Taehyung. The man you loved dearly. Loved crazily. Blindly that you didn’t even see that you wouldn’t be the one he chose. He stood there while tears rolled down his cheeks as well. But in the end, he was leaving you. For her.

You carry the weight of a past undone. Shadows of a life lived before. A tragedy. You’ve crossed paths now to mend what was broken... or to fail once more. Beware. Cycles repeat, and pain lingers. Choose wisely this time.

Pain lingers. It sure hell did.

You were starting to lose the ability to breathe. You dug your nails to your fists. You wanted to stay calm. Talk it through. Yet the pain made it come out all wrong.

“So what? You gonna walk away like that? Do you realize, how much of prick you are?”

“No, don’t do that.”

“Do what Kim? You cheated on her for years and only now you realize─”

“Shut the fuck up (__).”

“Oh, I will. I will shut up. I will be the one to shut up and bare it when you’re tossing me aside after using my body for years.”

“That’s not what fucking happened.”

“Then what the fuck does happened?”

“I didn’t fucking use you. You knew what you were getting yourself into. Don’t blame me like a hypocrite (___). Don’t fucking do that.”

“I didn’t know Taehyung. I fucking believed in the lie you told me.”

“Well, then why did you fucking let me lie. Maybe you should’ve thought better before slutting yourself for me. I should never have visited the carnival that day.”

That had hit hard. Like a slap. Shut your mouth. Only pain remained in the suddenly silenced air as you looked at him with pathetic eyes. It took him a minute. Then he nearly lunged forward, shaking his head violently. You recoiled instantly.

“No, fuck I don’t mean that vixen. Fuck, I’m sorry. Hey, baby─”

“It doesn’t matter Taehyung. Guess what? You’re so right. It’s my fault. Should’ve known better. I’m a slut and I would put that into good use.”

“No, vixen wait.”

“Bye Kim. Live your fucking life.”

You closed the door in his face.

……………………………..

Now

“There’s no hope anymore, is there Tae? You were long gone when I found out?”

Taehyung just blankly stares at her face. Sighs. Drops his head into his hand. Ever since he left your apartment, it hasn’t been the same. With him. With her. Taehyung has forgotten to smile. He has drowned himself in alcohol. Nothing helps though. He wants you. He needs you. Like how he needs air. He misses you. Your warm smile. Your voice. Your scent. Oh, he loves you crazily. Blindly. He now realizes that he can’t do this.

He wanted to do the right thing. Right by her. Because he thought that’s how he would find peace. This isn’t peace, however. He’s living in a burning hell. Each passing second without you feels like an eternity in a pit of fire. He loves you. He can’t do it. So, he shakes his head. Biting back the tears.

“I- uh I─”

“Save it Tae.”

The despair in her voice is visible. Taehyung doesn’t know what to do. To add more to his misery, he feels a sensation that is unexplainable but enough to make the hair in the back of his neck stand. To give him chills. He doesn’t like this. It’s uneasy. Scary. He feels helpless.

“You’re such a fool Tae. A coward.”

She adds at his silence. Taehyung snaps his head toward her. A bit offended at the words yet says nothing. So, she continues.

“You cheated on me for years. Years Taehyung. That’s not a simple mistake. That’s- that’s…. You love her. Even though you told me it was just physical needs, you love her Tae. You barely talk to me anymore. You don’t eat, sleep. You barely leave the house. You, Kim Taehyung, are not the man I once fell in love with. You were long gone when I found out. But do you know what makes my heart break the most? It’s that after everything, you were a coward who couldn’t even make the right decision.”

She steps forward.

“You weren’t brave enough to fight for what matters the most. You broke my heart, and then her heart and in the end, you decided to hide away? Gosh, how much of a pathetic coward you can be?”

“Wh-what do you mean? I- I did the right thing.”

He finds his voice lastly. Is too shaken by her sudden accusation. She hasn’t talked to him this straight or rude even the day she found out.

“Did you? No, you didn’t Tae. What you did was choose the easy path. I am that easy path Tae. She- she is the hard path. All the judgments, and facing Namjoon, all of your friends, our friends, our families. And not to mention that she isn’t exactly normal, is she?”

“She. Is. Normal.”

Even Taehyung can’t comprehend the way he’s shifted from a mourning widow to a protective wolf in one minute. He is glaring at her now. She doesn’t even wince, however. Gives him a soft smile instead.

“There you go. You should’ve done that way earlier. Fight for what you want Tae. Not everything comes easy in this world. You’re an asshole. But guess what? People always make shitty mistakes. This doesn’t justify what you did, but I don’t think you and I ever will be the same again. We’ve been engaged for forever now. You’ll never marry me. Even if you did, that would be a great mistake we both make. You’ve become part of her.”

Taehyung blinks at her face. His throat is constricting. Eyes burning. He wants to say something. But what can he say when every word she utters is true. He was a coward. He let you go, and now he gets this feeling that everything is about to end. He gets a bad feeling.

“I don’t know. I- um… I don’t know what to do anymore.”

“Do you love her?”

Taehyung sighs heavily. Nods. What good it’ll do by lying anymore.

“Y- yeah. Ye-yes. Fuck… yes, I do. I- fuck I’m sorry but I do. I love her. And- and holy shit I feel like it’s too late. I feel like somethings wrong, and it drives me fucking crazy.”

Taehyung rubs his face in frustration. He’s going to explode. Something’s wrong. He can’t breathe.

“Well, I’m not going to be the bigger person here and ask you to run to her Tae. And I won’t say that I’ll forgive you either. But…. My grandma used to say that you shouldn’t ignore it when you get a bad feeling about something.”

With that she turns around and leaves. Taehyung watches her for minute. A long one. His brain struggles to process what just happened. Until it suddenly kicks him. He shouldn’t ignore the bad feeling. It’s still not the way how he should do it. She deserves a better explanation. An apology. A sincere one. She deserves to know the truth. But he needs to see you first. He would do it right this time. For real. Right by you. He would just find you first.

…………………………..

Now

You wonder if this is how it was in the past as well. Just as the fraudulent woman told you. She said that it was a tragedy. That you were met to mend what was broken. Or fail. And what happened was the latter. You failed, once again. Funny, how you’re believing it now. You were so adamant of believing it was a scam. Now here you are. Perch on the edge of your rooftop. Thinking about your past fucking life. You let out a shaky laugh that spirals into something maniacal.

Your life is ridiculous. You lived your entire life battling a battle that nobody else can see. Monsters. Voices. Hate. No friends. No love. No light. Then when you met the man who was supposed be tightly connected with your fate, you thought you finally won that battle. Well, it seems you were wrong. You lost it even before it starts. Now, you’re too tired to keep fighting. It’s suffocating. Exhausting. When Taehyung left that day, the voices and visions became unbearable. There’s not a single day you slept peacefully. Night terrors when you were asleep. Shadows and screaming when you were awake. No amount of alcohol or endless nights spent clubbing. No man who you brought home was able to help you.

Sure, Taehyung brought the light to your world. And he took that light away by himself. Like a candle flicked off. Now it’s only darkness and you don’t think you’ll ever see a light again. You never had anything to lose. But now when you sit here staring into the road down, bustling with vehicles and people, you feel like you’ve lost everything. Maybe, somewhere in between before Taehyung and after Taehyung, you lost your hope. Desire to hang into life. It’s not like anyone would ever miss you. Would they?

Would Taehyung miss you?

Did you die first in your past life? Did he miss you then? Did you kill yourself before? Was that because he rob your light? Does it matter anymore?

Oh, you’re tired. So, tired. You need a peaceful moment. Just one is enough. Maybe in your next life, you will have a normal life. Good family. Parents who won’t abandon you. Good friends. A life without monsters. And maybe… just maybe…. You would meet Taehyung again. The man who wasn’t scared of your haunted scarred soul. The man who helped you to fight them. Your anchor. He was the person who held you to your life lately. The man who you still love like he’s your sun and moon. And then he won’t choose anyone else over you. He would stick to his promises, and you’ll love each other until you grow old. There will be no tragedy.

You turn your head slightly to look at the looming presence of the woman next to you. She has an evil smile on her lips. She’s winning after all. You’re giving up.

“Jump!”

……………………………

Now

Taehyung storms inside your apartment. Surprised that you haven’t changed the password. It’s like that day. It’s empty. No sign of you. He steadies himself in the middle of the living room. Staying quiet in hope to hear your muffled sobs. Like how it was the last time. Only, that he can’t hear anything. Only the hum of your fridge and the ticking sound of your wall clock. It’s empty. It’s silent. Eerily silent. Taehyung is visibly shaking. He is covered in sweat. So, he shrugs his jacket off. And that has nothing to do with the fact that he took stairs instead of the elevator. But everything do with the fact that he’s terrified.

Something is wrong.

It’s night. Did you go to a club? Bar? You don’t have many friends. Taehyung knows you and Namjoon fell apart after his confession. You can’t be at someone else’s house then. He had called you thousand times by now. You haven’t responded. Yet he tries one more time. Dialing your number with his hands shaky. Trembling badly. Cursing when it takes him more than necessary time to unlock his damn phone. When he finally does, he puts the phone on speaker and wait. Waits till the call connect and starts ringing. After what feels like hours, it does. And Taehyung can hear a phone ring inside the apartment. It comes from your room. He checked there earlier. You are not there. But your phone is, apparently. You went somewhere without your phone.

You don’t do that. You have so many demons. You don’t feel safe without your phone. You won’t leave it unless you don’t need it anymore.

Why would you not need it?

Where are you?

Where would you go?

Taehyung’s head is spinning. He feels like banging his head against a wall so that he can think straight. He tries his best to rake his brain for any kind of idea. He knows you after all. It can’t be this hard to guess where you would be.

Where?

A place you like.

A place you don’t like.

Taehyung slowly raises his head. An idea dawned on him.

The rooftop. You like that place. You and he used to stargaze there. And you hated that place. Said those voices become the most annoying when it’s quiet. Taehyung turns around like in a dream.

That’s where you are.

The sickening dread intensifies tenfold. He breaks into a run the moment he leaves the apartment.

Whatever you’re doing up there, it’s not good.

Taehyung doesn’t believe he can run this fast. He does somehow. He takes the stairs instead of elevator again. Can’t waste time waiting for the stupid thing. He runs fastest he can. Feeling his pulse thundering. He can’t be late. He has things to tell you. He needs you to know he made the wrong decision. Wants you to know that he loves you. Needs to tell you that he loves you. He wants to tell you that the day he met you at that carnival was the best day of his life. And it was the best decision he ever made.

He feels like he saw heaven when he finally reaches the top. When he can finally see the rickety door to the rooftop. He yanks the door open. Like how he did open a closet door once. His gaze immediately lands on the figure sitting on the edge. Like how it did land on a figure in a fetal position. The figure turns slightly to glance at him. Like how those eyes looked upon him like a deer caught in a trap last time. This time though, instead of getting mad at him, you look away. No emotions in your eyes. Not even a sign that you acknowledged him. You just turn around.

And Taehyung’s heart stops.

“Vixen, NOOOO!!!!”

……………………………….

Now

You stop.

Freeze.

You were just about to jump. About to end the misery. About to have your peace. You knew someone came. Your blurry vision prevents you from seeing them clearly, and their presence makes you rush, hoping to act before they can stop you. But that voice. Wait? Did they call you Vixen?

You turn around slowly again. Blink. Tears roll down your cheeks, clearing your vision. It takes some minutes for your brain to register that he’s here. Kim Taehyung is here. It takes some time for it to make any sense. Takes time until you finally clearly see him. Standing there. Panting, eyes glittery with unshed tears. He’s taking little steps toward you. His hands up in raised in a gesture of surrender. As if to let you know that he is no harm to you. Ridiculous since you always knew he wasn’t.

“S-sailor?”

You ask groggily. What if this is another hallucination of your mind.

“Yes baby- me. It’s me.”

He takes another step toward you. Slow. Puts one of his hands down. Again slow. Only to stretch it forward. Hesitating.

“Why?”

You look at his hand for a moment before looking at his face again. A single tear has rolled down his cheek.

“Wh-what do you mean why?”

“Why are you here?”

“For you.”

“Yeah?”

You keep looking at his face. He takes another step. Now he’s at a length where he can touch you. He doesn’t, however.

“Yes, I am. Baby- c-can you? Uh- please?”

He stretches his arm toward you. Is asking you to take it. Silently.

“What do you want Taehyung? Why you came back, when you just fucking left me. I can’t do this anymore. I- I, I’m fucking tired. I need to end this damn pain.”

You turn your head to look at the woman. She is no longer there. Because Taehyung is here. But that’s temporary. The moment he will go again, she’ll return. And it will happen anytime soon now. Because Taehyung would leave again. Inevitably. He would leave you again.

“I know baby, I know. I know it hurts. B-but… listen to me, will you? Just get down from there so we can talk. Let’s talk. Please. Please baby….”

“There’s nothing to talk about Taehyung. You can’t do this to me. Go where you belong.”

“But this is where I belong. Baby don’t do this. Don’t leave me to suffer again”

He sounds desperate. Helpless. Why though? You’re the one who should be desperate here. And what does he mean again?

“I’m not the one who left. What do you mean again?”

“I- I d-don’t know. I feel like I’ve lost you once. I know it’s crazy, but I can already fucking feel the pain. I feel like I’ve suffered before. Vixen please don’t do it again. Don’t- fuck, just please get down.”

You can see his hand tremble. Can hear his voice shake. He wants to touch you. You know that but he’s afraid. Like you. You wipe the tears from your hoodie sleeve.

“You wanted to go Taehyung. You chose her and─”

“I know. I’m a fucking coward baby. I am. I made a fucking mistake, but do you think I deserve this kind of punishment? To lose you forever? Do you think I’ll survive this, knowing I lost you forever? Please, Vixen, I’m begging you. Just one chance, that’s all I ask for.”

You simply look at him. He tilts his head back for a moment, trying to steady himself. He’s a mess. You’re a mess. He’s crying hard. It breaks your heart. You hate seeing him cry. Can you trust him, though? What if he leaves again? What if the woman returns again? But then what if he cries this way for the rest of his life when you’re gone? Despite everything, he is here, isn’t he.

“We can try again. In the correct way this time. I’ll be there for you; in every step you take. I’ll help you; you’ll help me. We can try again vixen. It doesn’t have to be like this.”

“I don’t know sailor. I’m tired. I want them to be gone forever. Monsters, sounds. I- what if you leave me again?”

“I- God, please trust me this once baby. I won’t. I love you. God, I love you so fucking much it hurts. We’ll make them go away forever. We can do it. I got you. We can light it up baby. Trust me please. Just once, all I need is one more chance.”

That’s all you need as well. One more chance. You take a moment. You don’t know if this is going to work. All you can do is trust him. He broke it once. Maybe you won’t trust him fully now. But what if he works for it. Really hard. Maybe you’ll learn to trust him again. He said he’d help you. You’ll heal. He promised he’d do it right this time. After all, you don’t want to see him cry. You love him. Still. Blindly. Crazily. Sue you for that but you do. Maybe you have a chance, and you shouldn’t wase that.

No, you shouldn’t waste your chance.

You should choose wisely this time.

After another long second, you place your hand in his slowly. He lets out a shaky breath in relief. You get down from the edge with his help. Your legs are too shaky to keep you up right. Yet that’s no problem because you’re in his arms the moment you are down. He pulls you into a fierce embrace, holding you as if he’s afraid to let go. Peppers every inch of you he can find with kisses. Hides his face in your hair. Inhales deeply.

“Thank you. Thank you, Vixen. God, thank you for fucking trusting me. I- God, I promise I’ll make it work. Not gonna let you go again. No. Never. I- I...”

He stutters through his tears. You hide your face in his chest. Let yourself drown in the smell of winter. Get closer as it’s physically possible. Oh, you missed him. What if you’ve never got a chance to be in his arms again? The thought makes you greedy. You clung to him for your life. Still trembling.

There’ll be a long way to go. It will be hard and easy. The road will be smooth and rocky. It will certainly require some work. But in the end, nothing matters. You’re in his hands. Again. And you’ll make sure you are making the right decision from now on. That you won’t let if fail. Won’t let you and Taehyung fail.

“Do you know I love you. Gosh, I thought I’d never get to say that to you again─” Taehyung pulls away to peer at your eyes. Presses a kiss to your lips. Hugs you tight again. “─ I fucking thought you’ll never know. I─”

“I love you sailor.” You interrupts his ramble.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“Say it again then.”

“I love you. God, I fucking love you. Let’s say that more often from now on.”

He quietly laughs this time.

“I love you.”

THE BEGINNING.

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evandsolo · 7 months ago

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𝑫𝒂𝒅!𝑨𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒛 | Their Child’s first bday | Maknae Line

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Ateez maknae line x f!reader 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : est. relationship. family. dad!ateez. fluff. 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 2807 in total. wc is indicated next to each part. 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: parenting. Hyung Line - LIBRARY -

𝖠𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋'𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾 : FINALLY she's here ! The Maknae part ! I really hope you'll enjoy it as much as you did for the first part ! Please, like, reblog or comment if you liked it, i'd very much appreciate it.

𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒊 𝑺𝒂𝒏 - (wc : 783)

The heat of the sun rays caress your skin in the morning. It’s been a while since the sun woke you up. You can’t even remember the last time. Sun-Hee has been taking all your mornings, since she was born. But that morning, it seems like she knew you needed sleep. You roll to the other side of the bed, so you could lay your body against your husband's, but there’s just the mattress to welcome you. You open your eyes, full of incomprehension. San was off today, why wouldn’t he be by your side ? Suddenly, you hear laughter coming from the living room. Your eyebrows frown as you get out of bed to follow the sound. You finally discover the cutest scene in the world.

San was laying on the couch, a huge smile on his face and his eyes half-closed. Your daughter was resting on his chest, eyes open, her favorite Hetmongi in her hand. She was just playing and cuddling with her daddy. It was the sweetest thing ever. The smile on your face says it all. “Eomma !” Says the little shrill voice, once she saw you. “Hi Bubba ! Is daddy sleeping ?” You ask, amused. You exchange a look with your husband, who suddenly starts to fake a snore. The little girl then stands up to put her tiny hand on her father's mouth. “Yeah you’re right, daddy’s too noisy when he sleeps !” You laugh. “We should wake him up. How would you wake him ? Let's say Daddy up ! You say it with me ?” Then you slowly start to pronounce it again, happily smiling at your baby trying to wake up her dad. Suddenly, in a scream, San opens his eyes, grabs the baby, and starts putting kisses everywhere on the baby’s face, neck and chest. Her laugh echoes in the room. It was the most beautiful sound in the world, and you were lucky enough to hear it for a year now.

“Hi Gorgeous” He finally says, when he sets an eye on you. “Hi ! You’re an early bird today ! Shouldn't you be resting ?” You wish he could sleep longer on his days off. “Today’s an important day. I wanted to spend the longest day with my precious little princess.” He loved his daughter with his whole giant heart. Pregnancy used to scare you, but San had never left your side, he was the best support and the best husband ever. He was gentle, caring, sweet and so full of love. He was so ready to start a family with you. “Eomma ! Play !” Says your precious one. “You want mommy to play with us, sweet ?” Immediately answers San, a spark in his eyes. She nods her head and begins to try to get off the bust of her father. But he catches her up in flight, to go and spin her around in the air like a plane. "Come and catch us!" He throws the little girl in his arms as he walks around the house. You chase them, without hiding your hilarity.

You loved this daily life so much, simple, without fuss, just the three of you. "My turn!" You press him by grabbing your daughter from her father’s hands and then you go out through the corridors. "He must not catch us!" You whisper in Sun-Hee’s ear. But sooner than you thought, the giant arms of your husband surround you both. “Oh no ! We lost !” “Oh-Oh !” Says the little one, her tiny hand on her mouth, covering her smile. You’ve barely ever seen her this happy. “You still can have a giant cake tonight, okay baby ?” “Cake !” She repeats. “ Yes, cake ! But it’ll be tonight, with the uncles, mommy, and daddy ! We’ll blow the candle, for your birthday ! ‘Cause Sun-hee’s a big girl now, right ?” Another nod that makes you smile even wider if that was possible. “And what do we say to our big girl ?” Starts your husband, near your ear, his head resting on your shoulder. “We say, Happy Birthday Sun-Hee !” You both say at the same time, making the toddler clap her hands.

You finally put her down, so she can play on the floor. “I can’t wait to have more like her.” You turn your gaze to him, surprised. “Let’s wait a little bit longer. She’s just turning one.” You put a kiss on his lips and leave the room to grab a quick breakfast. “But you didn’t say no ! You’ll be a big sister one day, Sun !” He says to the carbon copy of himself.

Oh you could give him a football team if he asked you to, but for now, you wanted to focus on your now one-year old, little treasure.

𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊 - (wc : 819)

Working as a photographer, you used to take a very pretty picture of your twins, every single month, to celebrate their lives and to see how much they are evolving. Today was an important one, their first birthday. You had everything organized before. The setting, the outfits, the theme. You’ve spent hours with your husband to glue down every balloon to a wood panel. Mingi was probably more excited than you were. He loved his babies. He adored them, as much as you do. It was such a surprise when they announced at the first ultrasound that there were not one but two little hearts that were beating at the core of your being. A boy and a girl, you were the happiest parents of the universe. You waited the whole nap for them to wake up and be the most joyous little humans. But they decided to take a longer nap today than usual. Everything was in place, Mingi brought the cakes home earlier today, and they were absolutely amazing.

You couldn’t wait any longer. “We should wake them up !” You suggested, lifting your head to your husband. “We will ruin their sleep schedule if we wake them up.” You instantly pouted when he ended his phrase. “Be patient, my love. We will enjoy it later on. And I can have a few more minutes just with you.” And it’s been a real deal to have some time just for you and your husband since the babies were born. Having a baby is a big thing, but two, it’s a rollercoaster. But you had the most patient, understanding and the funniest partner in the world to go through this with. He handled the situation with so much love and care, he was perfect.

He wrapped his hand around your body, to draw you to him and to place his head in the hollow of your neck to place a kiss. “Do you think we did a good job ?” You suddenly ask, resting your head on his shoulder. “Are you really asking ?” He said by straightening up. You lift your shoulders. “I was just thinking.” You said. It has been a struggle for you since the announcement. You’ve been so scared of being a bad mom to them. You couldn’t imagine how life would be without them, but sometimes the questions were too strong to be held back in your mind. “You’re the most amazing mom to our children, my love. And I'll tell you as much as you need to hear it.” He places a kiss on your forehead at the same time as laughs are heard. “And they’ll be here to remind you how much they love you. Let’s get them.” He said, leading you by the hand to pick up your little ones.

You open the door to your smiley babies. “-Ma !” Said the boy when he saw you, shaking his little arms for you to pick him up. “Hi sweet Sun ! That was a good nap, huh?” You answer by lifting his little body to yours. “And that’s my little shining Star !” Said Mingi wrapping his arms around his daughter. The babies smiled to each other, grabbing each other's hand. You exchange a tender look with your husband before you go to change the twins. Later, they’re all dressed as little bears and that’s the cutest thing. Mingi adds up little bows in your daughter’s hair and a bow tie around your son’s neck. Soon you bring up the two little cakes in front of the babies, a big 1 on top of them and you start to take a lot of pictures.

It was a teamwork, as their dad tried to make them smile wide and big but the cakes had all their attention. Without you being able to prevent it, the hands of the toddlers are buried in butter cream and cakes, perfectly destroyed. Their little faces are covered in white and sprinkles. You couldn’t help but laugh, the babies were a mess, but at least they had so much fun. “I could have bet it would end up like this.” Mingi said in a laugh. “Wanna try some of that cake, mama ?” He added, sitting next to the babies, a bit of buttercream on the tip of his finger.

You abandon the camera to sit with them. You opened your mouth to taste the cream, but it ended up on your nose. “Mingi !” You squeak, making him laugh harder. “Oh look ! Mom has some cake on her face !” He said to the babies, before putting some more to each one’s nose. “We should put some on daddy too !” You said, joyfully. It was your husband’s turn to have his face painted with some food. The day ended up in a giant cake explosion everywhere, but your heart was so full. Life was so fun with those three. And it’s just the beginning.

𝑱𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒐𝒐𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 -(wc : 501 )

Life’s been pretty amazing since you gave birth, a year ago. Better, you learned that you can fall in love more than once. You can easily remember every time your heart fell again. The first was when you saw Wooyoung holding his newborn daughter in his arms for the first time. The tears in his eyes, and the brightest smile on his face, oh gosh, you've never been more in love. Then you witnessed every second of his life with the both of you, and you realized how lucky you were.

It was late at night, you insisted on going to bed, since you were really tired and needed a good night of sleep. Luckily your beautiful baby girl was a very good sleeper, so you knew you could have the long night you deserve. Especially knowing that you and Wooyoung had spent the evening preparing a surprise for your little girl. Balloons, glitters, and tons of animals everywhere. She’ll be so happy when she wakes up in the morning. But when you're going to the room after a clean up, you realize that your daughter’s bedroom door is half open.

When you go to look at it, you find your fiancé, leaning on the little being that you had given birth to. Your heart softens as you lean against the door. “ She’s not going to fly away, you know.” You murmur, amused to see him here. “It’s past midnight. She’s not a baby anymore…” He answers, his eyes not leaving his daughter for a second. “She's really growing up, huh ?” You approach him to surround his waist with your arms. “Too fast. I wish she could stay this innocent and tiny forever.” But time flies. It was like you’ve given birth yesterday and now, she’s one already. “Do you think she’ll love her birthday and her presents ?” he asks, grabbing your hand, while the other is drawing circles on the baby’s tummy. “She’ll adore it ! She’ll have a blast tomorrow morning, but we definitely should go to sleep if we want to survive.” And you’ll need some energy, that’s for sure. There will be some other toddlers in the room, and above all, there will be eight great men who sometimes behave themselves as happy children. "I’ll meet you in five minutes." he said, putting a kiss on your temple. You nod and walk out of the room to hear it a few moments later. "You are the most beautiful thing that ever happened to us. You make me the happiest dad on earth." You lean against the wall, your heart, warmer than ever.

“I’ll always be there for you and your mom. You’ll never have to be afraid.” You knew, he’d be the most perfect father ever. “I can’t believe you’re already one. Happy birthday, my sweet little princess.” He says, while you wipe a tear that is running down your cheek. Wooyoung loves his daughter so much, it was quite overwhelming. It was what you’ve ever dreamed of.

𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒊 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐 -(wc : 704 )

It was such a special day. It was just the three of you and your husband had everything organized. He wanted that day to be locked in your child's memory forever. You had told him so many times that your little girl wouldn’t remember it, but he wanted to make it extra special. You celebrate your first birthday only once. He had booked the best breakfast in town, so that your baby could have the most delicious croffle ever. She was the most excited baby in the world. Laughing and charming everyone around. She then napped against her father’s chest, in the carrier. Her sweet chubby cheek, crushed against the fabric of the sweater that your partner was wearing. You took a lot of pictures of that moment. Jongho loved to have his baby all against his body. He used to make dinner, having her in the carrier. To play with the boys, while carrying her. And for the first months, it has been quite a relief for you. You could take time to relax, and breathe, without having to constantly rock the baby around. You loved being a mom, and Jongho made it so much easier. And she had the best sleep ever. You could understand your daughter, you loved to sleep on your hubby’s chest too.

She looked exactly like him, you adored her. She was the sweetest, funniest, calmest little girl. You felt so lucky. And the feeling was so overwhelming, that in the middle of the park you were walking in, you just wrapped your arms around your husband. “Oh Love… What’s that ?” he asked, surprised but endeared by your gesture. ‘I just feel so lucky. To have you, to have her.” You sigh. Your head rested on his shoulder and you put a hand on your baby’s back. “And that’s why you’re being so emotional ?” he answered, with the sweetest voice. “You’re making fun of me !” You whine in a pouty voice, making him laugh.

A hand of his, joined yours on your baby and he kissed the top of your head. “I’m not. I just love you a little more every time.” Your heart exploded with those words. Lifting yourself on your toes, you kiss his cheek. Love has never been that easy. But he was the answer to everything.

Later on, you entered that big baby clothes store, you wanted to go for so long. You came here only once, fully pregnant with your baby girl, but ended up only buying her, her very first outfit, since it was very pricey. But since it was a special day, you didn’t want to give her tons of toys. The family had already taken care of it anyway.

You thought a nice outfit would do the trick, but judging by all the clothes your partner already had in his hands, he didn’t have the same idea as you. “Honey… That’s a lot.” You say. But looking at every piece, it looks absolutely amazing. So cute, and so perfect for her. “ I will buy her every special piece. Because she deserves it, she’s our little princess.” He said, looking at the smiley little baby in his arms. “You like it, Sunshine ?” The baby got a giant smile, when she looked at her dad. “She likes it !” He said, looking at you. “She likes you, Honey.” You corrected him nicely. He continued to look around, and finally ended up with a handful of tiny dresses, tops, little overalls, pajamas. “She’ll look better than the other babies, everywhere she’ll go.” You couldn’t help but smile so wide. “You’re spoiling her. We said nothing big.” You say, amused. the baby started shaking in her dad’s arms. “Little princess has enough, huh ?” Your voice soothes, and you take a look at Jongho who understood.

You headed both to the cashier. Check out every little piece of fabric, and get out of the store, arms full of bags. “Once we’re home, we’ll do online shopping for you. It’s your first birthday as a mom. We should celebrate that too.” He said, with his whole giant heart in his voice. His presence everyday sounded like a celebration, but today. You fell in love harder than ever.

Okaaay ! Here we are ! Lemme know if you'd like to see more about ateez in my suggestions ! It's open ! ✿ Every thought is appreciated ! ©evandsolo, 2O24

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stariekis · 1 year ago

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"this reminded me of you"

🛋️ pairing : 엔하이픈 ot7 + gn!reader . genre : fluff . cw : kisses and jungwon part can be kinda suggestive (?) but nothing more .

— synopsis : how they would react if you told them that something reminds you of them.

— notes : this kind of thing makes me the happiest girl ever and i know they would love that too ) : my babies .. n e waysss hope you guys enjoy it ⭐ all kinds of feedback and repost are appreciated as always, sending you the biggest kiss ever ! ~

heeseung :

you went shopping with some of your friends for the evening and, when you came back home, he saw a bag hiding behind your back — 'what's that babe? can i see?' your eyes were full of speciation as you gave him the paper bag, he opened it and found a little toy story figure inside. he laughed but not in a this-is-ridiculous way he actually loved it so much that as soon as he took it out of the bag he runs to your bedroom and place the little figure beside the other ones he already had. — 'i had to buy it, i knew you would love it' you said, standing behind him. he turned around and hugged you thanking you for the present.

jay :

he is not a materialistic type of guy, he loves buying you presents but hates when you spend money on him. this being said, i think he would prefer if you told him that you saw something that reminds you of him. for example, you know how much jay loves guitars and one day on your way home you came across a instrument shop that recently opened. when you came home you told him right away — 'i thought of you as soon as i saw it, i want to take you there' you said, clinging to one of his arms and shaking it softly. he had the biggest smiles plastered on his face, not only because you thought about him but because you seems more excited than him about going there even though you aren't very interested.

jake :

one of your friends told you some time ago about a new coffee shop that just opened near your house, they have tons of puppies there that you can pet while you enjoy a cup of something. as soon as your friend said the word puppies you knew that you have to take your boyfriend there. him being the number one fan of dogs would be very happy to be there, and you weren't wrong. you didn't told him where you guys were going but as soon as he discovered it he became the happiest men alive, hugging you so tight that you felt out of breath even — 'i love you so so much i know i say it a lot but i love you babe really' he said, still hugging your waist. both of you spend the whole evening there, taking pictures of each other and playing with the little puppies. apparently taking him there was an amazing idea.

sunghoon :

you wanted to give him a special present for his birthday. he spent the last two weeks talking about a specific camera that he have been wanting to get but didn't have time to actually get it, he seems pretty upset about so you took matters into your hands and when to the store to buy it for him. the day of his birthday you woke him up, breakfast all served and a small box next to it. — 'open the present first then we can eat' you said while he sits on the chair, you were standing right next to him. when he unwrapped the present he looked at you with shocked eyes — 'you like it ? i remember how much you wanted and i got it for you' he stands up taking you on his arms and spinning you around whispering thank yous in your ear. — 'i need an album to fill it with pictures of you now'.

sunoo :

he is always posting pics of different sunsets and night skies on weverse so i know for a fact that he would love to recibe a picture that you took of a pretty sunset and a 'it remind me of you' message following right after. he would be giggling and kicking his feets in his room, thinking that such a pretty scenery reminds you of him makes him all giddy inside. he would answer you with something like 'it's so pretty my love but you are even prettier'. he promised you that next time he would take you to his favorite spot so both of you could watch the sunset together and take pictures of it.

jungwon :

— 'where are we going ? are you kidnapping me or what ?' you laugh at his comment. jungwon loves to spend time far away from the city, he loves nature and the loneliness of the forest so you thought that renting a wooden cottage for the both of you would be an amazing plan. you blindfolded him before getting in the car because you wanted to surprise him, that's why he was making those comments earlier. — 'shut up, we are almost there silly '. once you both were in front of the door you took the fabric that covered his eyes out, his jaw falling as soon as he realized where you guys where. — 'baby this is crazy i don't know what to say' you laugh at his expression as you opened the door. — 'and is all ours' you said, turning to him and taking one of the strings of his hoodie pulling him inside. a slight smirk adoring his face.

ni-ki :

you were in japan visiting his family. you both had one day to spend together, he wanted to show you around without his sisters around taking you away from him all the time. as you both walked down the streets you saw a shop that's sells vintage clothes, and those where ni-ki's favorite type of clothes. he always says that old clothes are the coolest so as soon as you saw that small shop you took your boyfriend's hand in yours and pulled him towards the entrance. — 'i didn't know this shop was here' he said after entering, turning to you — 'i knew you would like it, go on look around a bit you might find something you like' he took your face in his hands and close the gap between you, kissing you softly and mouthing a soft thank you after. you spend approximately two hours inside that small shop, ni-ki choosing different outfits for you and also trying some clothes for him.

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wandasslut3000 · 9 months ago

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Pretty girl

Pairing: Love Quinn x Fem!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, public sex, bottom!reader, strap on use, club setting, alcohol consumption, praise, degrading, fingering, marking, nude photography, fluff, teasing, birthday sex.

WC: 1.1k

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Music blaring, lights flashing, your hips sway to the music. Your drink in your hands as you enjoy the light buzz in your body. It's your birthday, your party drunk out of their minds, some of the girls finding themselves a special someone for the night.

That however was not on your mind, the burn in your belly intense as you move to take another sip.

Just as your hand relaxes, your body moving along to the beat of the speakers, you feel two soft hands grab you by the waist, a strong hint of your favorite perfume invading your scenes. "There's my birthday girl, I've been looking all over for you baby."

Love presses herself against you, your hips now flushed together as more sensual music plays, her nails lightly scratching your sides making you shiver at the feeling.

Downing the rest of your drink, you turn to face her, a silly smile on your lips as you move to wrap your arms around her neck, holding your girlfriend close as if she would fade away if you were to let go of her.

"Yeah? You missed me?" she nods.

"I miss you every time we're apart." You peck her lips, "You're so cheesy." You tease.

"Only for you."

Your smile widens, leaning closer towards her, the distance between your lips almost non-existent. "You'd be insane to do it for anyone else."

Love groans, grabbing onto your face and pulling you into a lustful kiss, the taste of alcohol on each others tongues. Giggling, you both pull apart when you hear a Forty yell, "Get a room!"

You look up at Love mischievously, "Maybe we should baby, I think it's time for my birthday present." You tease and smirk draws itself onto her face.

"Whatever my girl wants, she gets." Taking you by the hand, and bringing you towards the back of the club. Love hands a man a hundred dollar bill before we are let into a private room.

"Wow, you took 'get a room' literally huh?" You joke and she winks. Closing the door behind her and pulling you into another kiss.

"Happy birthday." She murmurs against you, her lips moving to trace the side of your neck, sucking and biting lightly at the soft skin there, drawing small whimpers out of you.

"Love, please..."

She smirks, pulling away from you and taking your hand. You just then notice your surroundings, a large bed placed in the back of the room, a small box at the base of it.

Your girlfriend moves behind you, wrapping her arms lightly around your torso and leaning into your ear. "Strip and lay down on the bed for me?"

It was more of a question than a demand, a kiss placed right behind the shell of your ear as a way to underline her statement. A shiver trailing down your spine as you nod.

Wordlessly, you do as she says. Freeing yourself from her grasp and your clothing before spreading yourself across the bed, inviting the brunette to have her way with you.

"You look so pretty like that."

You bit your lip and whine, clenching your thighs together at her husky tone, watching as she opens the box and smirks at the contents.

A large flesh colored strap-on matching her fair skin. Part of you wonders how she even brought it here as your eyes stay glued to the item, she fastens the harness onto herself, the cock veiny and free, ready to be inside you.

Crawling up the mattress, Love drags a finger up your body. Starting from your stomach, moving to trace the swell of your breast, past your collarbone and finally up to your lips, slipping the digit inside.

"Pretty girl." A dark twinkle flashes in her eyes as she watches you, batting your eyelashes at her as you swirl your tongue around her. "All mine."

You nod, another finger going past your lips, "Ah... come on baby, there we go." She smiles lazily as you gag around her, tears welling up in your eyes as her hand moves in a faster pace, her other hand moving to wrap around your neck, making you roll your eyes in pleasure.

"Yeah... get'em all nice and wet."

Finally pulling them out of your mouth, your saliva coating her digits, she brings them down to your pussy, teasing your throbbing clit.

Love circles your bundle of nerves, your hips twitching against her, Your bottom lip between your teeth as you try not to moan, you clench your eyes shut in anticipation.

"Nuh uh, none of that, I want everyone to hear how good you take my cock." Her thumb drags your lip down before you kiss the pad of it, making her smile.

You feel her replace her fingers with the strap, your wetness helping you grind onto the toy.

Soon the cock shift's into your entrance, thrusting into you, your legs wrapping around her back as her hips buck into yours.

"Yes, uuh, yess- fuck! Oh baby, mmphf-! Right there." You gasp out, your hands tangling in her hair.

Love trails her kisses down your neck once more and latching onto your nipple, your squelching pussy sucking in the strap with little to no resistance at all.

"Go on babygirl, make some more of those pretty.."

One deep thrust.

"Noises.."

Another.

"For... me.." More harsh and deep thrusts stretching you out.

"Please!" You practically sob, your body spasming in pleasure. You don't even know what your begging for at this point, the wetness in between your thighs pulsing.

"Imagine how confused your friends must be 'cause we left so soon." She taunts.

"All because my dirty girl wanted me to fuck her dumb."

"Oh my god!" You gasp, throwing your head back as your eyes roll in a pleasure. Her thumb landing on your clit and playing with the bundle of nerves. Your orgasm rushing through you.

"Yeah? You like me fucking you like this?" She sounds breathless, also chasing her climax.

"Fuckk..." your legs tremble as you scream, mind slowly coming back down from your high. Hearing her moans of pleasure in your ear as she does the same.

Fluttering your eyes open you find your girlfriend's phone out, flashes coming from the camera as she takes a few pictures of you, and your marked and sticky body.

Your cheeks reddening when she pulls out, grabbing a shot of your sopping cunt.

"You're so gorgeous." Love stares down at you in awe. Putting her phone back away she moves to kiss you.

"My pretty girl"

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squidsquidsquidsquidsquidgame · 20 days ago

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Squid games characters on your birthday?

suurree!

characters: hyunju, thanos, namgyu, gyeong seok, young il, gi hun, dae ho, min su, sang woo

Summary: Your birthday!

Warnings: as usual, none🦑🦑

Hyunju

You woke up to the feeling of soft lips pressing against your cheek, then the corner of your mouth, then finally—your lips."Mmm… that's cheating," you mumbled, eyes still shut.

"Is it cheating to kiss my birthday girl awake?" Hyun-Ju whispered, her voice already smiling. She kissed you again, this time slower, her nose brushing yours as she leaned in.

You opened your eyes to see her leaning over you, hair a little tousled, wearing one of your oversized t-shirts like she always did when she stayed over.

"It is if you’re trying to distract me from the fact that I’m one year older.

"Hyun-Ju hummed, mock serious. "You're not older, you're just… better." She grinned and stole another kiss, her lips warm and soft. "And cuter. And mine."

You giggled and pulled her down into another kiss, letting it linger. The morning light glowed around her like it was part of her—gentle and golden and calm.

"Do I get birthday breakfast?" you asked, arms wrapping around her waist.

She pretended to think. "Only if you stop kissing me long enough to let me make it."

"No promises."

---

You eventually got out of bed (after a few more "breakfast delay" kisses) and followed her to the kitchen. Hyun-Ju insisted on making everything herself, even swatted your hands away when you tried to help.

The smell of pancakes and strawberries filled the apartment. She made your coffee just the way you liked it and topped everything with a candle stuck into a pancake stack.

“Make a wish,” she said, placing the plate in front of you with a proud little bounce.You smiled, watching her. “Pretty sure it already came true.”

But you blew out the candle anyway, then leaned over the table to kiss her again.---Later that afternoon, she surprised you with a little handmade gift—pressed flowers inside a glass frame with a handwritten note that read: "To my favorite person in the whole world. Thank you for being born."

You almost cried. She kissed your cheeks before the tears could fall, then kissed your lips again and again like she was sealing in all the emotions.

---

That night, the two of you curled up on the couch with a blanket over your legs and your head in her lap. She ran her fingers through your hair, whispering sweet things whenever you looked up at her.

"You know," she said softly, "I don't care if we do anything fancy. I just love that you're here. That I get to love you today. And tomorrow. And next year too."

You reached up for another kiss, and she leaned down to give it, slow and smiling.

“I love you,” you murmured against her lips.

“Mmm. That’s my favorite birthday tradition,” she teased. “You. And this.”

Thanos

You didn’t need flowers or a party. Not even cake. All you really wanted was for Su-Bong to remember.

But it was 5:47 PM. He hadn’t said a word.

No “Happy Birthday, baby,” no “Hey, let’s go out tonight,” not even a suspicious glance at the calendar stuck to your fridge. Just a sleepy kiss on your forehead that morning, a grunt about running late, and the sound of the door slamming shut.

You sighed, sitting on the couch with a blanket over your legs, trying to convince yourself that maybe—just maybe—he was pretending. Pulling off some kind of elaborate surprise.…But he sucked at surprises.

When the door finally clicked open around 6:20 PM, Su-Bong strolled in with a bag of takeout and a yawn.

"Ugh, I’m dying. Work was hell today," he said, kicking off his shoes and tossing his jacket on the chair like usual.

You watched him carefully, not saying a word.He flopped onto the couch next to you and opened the bag. "I got jjajangmyeon. You like this one, right? That place with the weird logo on the menu."You just blinked at him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked, his mouth already full of noodles.

"...You forgot, didn’t you?"

His chewing slowed.

"Forgot what?"

You stared at him.

"Baby—what? What did I forget?"

He looked nervous now. Like he’d just been called into the principal’s office.You spoke calmly. "It’s my birthday."

He froze. Chopsticks halfway to his mouth. Blinked once. Twice."...Shit."

You turned your head away before he could see the flicker of hurt on your face.

"Okay—okay, I swear I knew it was this week—""You didn't get me anything."

"I was gonna!" He scrambled to his feet, tripping over the edge of the blanket as he stood. "Okay, wait, wait, just give me ten minutes. I’ll go get something—"

"Su-Bong."He stopped.

"You really forgot."

The room went silent.And then, like some slow-burning realization hit him, his whole face crumpled. Not with shame—but guilt. Actual guilt.

He sat back down. This time, closer. Really close. His hand found yours under the blanket."...I’m an idiot."

"Yeah."

"I had this whole plan," he said quietly, like that would fix things. “But I thought I had more time. I thought your birthday was—like—next Tuesday?”

"That’s your mom’s birthday," you muttered.

"God, I suck.

"You just shook your head, trying to laugh it off, even though it stung.

And then—without warning—he cupped your face in both hands.

His thumbs brushed your cheeks. His eyes locked with yours.

"I’m so, so sorry, Y/N," he whispered. “Let me make it up to you.”

Before you could reply, he kissed you.

Firm and soft at the same time. Like an apology, like a promise, like he wanted to stay in that moment forever.

His lips moved slowly against yours, almost reverent. He kissed the corner of your mouth next. Then the other. Then your top lip, bottom lip, your nose, your cheek, your jaw.

"You’re allowed to be mad at me," he murmured between kisses. "But please don’t stop letting me kiss you."

Your heart was already melting."I didn’t even want a gift," you mumbled, leaning into him.He kissed your chin. "Still should’ve gotten you one."

"Yeah, you should’ve."

"I’ll get you ten. Twenty. One for every kiss I’m about to give you."

"That’s cheating."

"Mm, I am a little shit."

You couldn’t help it—you laughed. And then he smiled against your skin, clearly relieved.

And god, the way his mouth moved over yours again—slow, tender, greedy—it made it hard to stay annoyed for long.

He nuzzled your cheek like a giant dog. "Happy Birthday, baby."

"A little late."

"But heartfelt," he said, dotting your mouth with more kisses. "Very heartfelt. Sincere. Overflowing with boyfriend regret.

"You sighed. "You’re lucky you’re cute."

"I know," he smirked. "I should probably kiss you again just to be safe."

So he did.

Again and again and again, until jjajangmyeon went cold on the table and your birthday didn’t feel so forgotten after all.

Namgyu

You woke up to the smell of... gochujang?

Blinking your eyes open, you sat up slowly, the sunlight sneaking in through the blinds.

Your birthday had officially started—and the crashing sound from the kitchen confirmed Nam-Gyu was up way too early for someone who normally slept like a rock.

“Baby?!” you called out, still half-asleep.

A flurry of footsteps padded over, and a wide-eyed, bedhead Nam-Gyu peeked into the room, holding a steaming bowl in one hand and a plastic spoon in the other.

“Don’t get up yet!” he said, eyes bright. “Birthday people get breakfast in bed, okay? It’s tradition. A new one. I just made it up.”

He beamed proudly.You tilted your head at him, grinning. “Did you microwave tteokbokki?”

“Instant yopokki, actually. Extra spicy.” He lifted the bowl like it was gourmet. “And I cut up fish cakes! With scissors! Like a real chef.”

You laughed, scooting back against the headboard as he walked in and placed the bowl in your lap like it was a gift from a royal banquet. He looked at you, eyes expectant. “Taste it!”

You took a bite, lips instantly tingling from the heat, and gave him a thumbs up. “Mmm. So gourmet. Five Michelin stars.”

He practically bounced on the bed beside you, grinning so hard his eyes turned into half-moons. “I knew you'd love it. See? Who needs a reservation when you have me?”

You leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek, then his nose, then his lips—slow and warm, until he melted against you. “I really don’t need anything but this,” you whispered.

He tried to play it cool, but the tips of his ears went red. “I, uh… I didn’t really get you a present-present,” he admitted sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. “I wanted to. I saw this necklace I thought you’d like, but…” He trailed off.

“Nam-Gyu,” you murmured, kissing his lips again—soft and lingering. “You made me tteokbokki at 8AM. Nothing in a store can top that.”

His grin returned, this time a little bashful. He leaned in again for another kiss, slow and tender, then another—playfully brushing his nose against yours.

“You’re lucky I didn’t make you seaweed soup,” he teased between kisses. “My mom says it’s traditional, but I didn’t want your birthday to smell like the ocean.”

You burst out laughing. “You’re perfect.”

He cupped your face, brushing his thumbs along your cheeks. “Nah. You are. Happy birthday, jagi.”

You fed him a bite of spicy tteokbokki, and the two of you spent the next hour wrapped in blankets, tangled up in each other, lips brushing and giggles shared between bites.No fancy gifts. No glittering cake.

Just the warmth of a microwave bowl, a thousand kisses, and a boy who loved you so hard it made your chest ache—in the best way.

Gyeong seok

It was a chilly morning, and the sun was just beginning to peek through the curtains, casting soft light across the living room. You stretched, smiling at the thought of your birthday, a day that had always been special to you, but never quite like this. This year, with Gyeong-Seok and Na-Yeon by your side, it felt even more exciting.

You shuffled into the kitchen, only to be greeted by the smell of pancakes. "Good morning, birthday girl!" Gyeong-Seok called out from the kitchen, his voice full of energy.

He was practically bouncing on his toes, a huge grin plastered on his face. It made your heart skip a beat every time he looked at you that way.

You leaned against the doorframe, crossing your arms playfully. "What's all this?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Gyeong-Seok wiped his hands on his apron, walking over to you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Na-Yeon and I have been busy. I hope you're ready for the best birthday ever," he said with a wink, before pressing a soft kiss to your lips. The kiss was quick but filled with so much affection that you couldn't help but smile wider.

"Okay, okay," you laughed. "Let me go see what you two have been up to."

You made your way to the living room, and the sight took your breath away. The walls were adorned with colorful streamers and balloons, and in the corner was a homemade banner that read: "Happy Birthday, Y/N!"

Na-Yeon was crouched down on the floor, placing a small pile of wrapped gifts near the couch. She turned around as you walked in, her face lighting up. "Happy birthday, Y/N!" she squealed, rushing to hug your legs. You bent down to scoop her up, grinning. "Thank you, sweet girl."

Gyeong-Seok walked over, his face flushed with excitement. "Do you like it?" he asked, his hands behind his back. "I know I couldn’t afford something big, but I hope it’s enough." His voice had a hint of nervousness, and you could tell he was more than a little worried about how you'd feel.

You reached for his hands, pulling him closer. "It's perfect," you whispered, kissing him softly on the lips. "It's more than enough. I love it."

Gyeong-Seok’s expression softened, and he leaned in for another kiss, this time lingering a bit longer. Na-Yeon giggled from your arms, causing both of you to pull away and look at her with playful smiles.

"Are we gonna open the presents now?" she asked eagerly, and you nodded.Gyeong-Seok’s gifts were simple but meaningful. A small photo album, filled with pictures of the three of you, each one capturing a moment of joy and laughter. And a homemade coupon book, with things like "One Free Hug," "A Movie Night of Your Choice," and "A Special Home Cooked Dinner" written on them. The last one was tucked into a small envelope with a sweet note that made you melt.

After you opened everything, you could tell Gyeong-Seok was getting more and more excited for the day ahead. "I have something special planned for you," he said, his voice hushed and full of anticipation.

You raised an eyebrow, but before you could ask, he leaned in, planting a kiss on your lips that was so soft and tender, it sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach. "Let’s go," he murmured against your lips, pulling away to take your hand.

You spent the day enjoying each other’s company, with Gyeong-Seok constantly surprising you with sweet little gestures, each one making you feel more loved than ever. Whether it was the gentle kisses he left on your cheek whenever you weren’t looking, or the way he kept stealing moments to hold you close, everything felt so perfect.

As evening fell and you sat down to a homemade dinner that Gyeong-Seok had put together, Na-Yeon leaned over and whispered to you, "I think Appa likes you a lot."

You laughed softly, nodding. "I think you're right," you said, turning to look at Gyeong-Seok, who smiled shyly back at you.

After dinner, you snuggled up on the couch, Na-Yeon curled up between the two of you as you all watched a movie. Gyeong-Seok kept sneaking in soft, affectionate kisses, his lips lingering on yours between moments of laughter. When Na-Yeon finally dozed off in your arms, you found yourself alone with him, the quiet of the evening surrounding you. Gyeong-Seok leaned in for one last kiss, a long and slow one this time.

You felt his love in every press of his lips, and when you pulled away, you rested your forehead against his.

"I don’t need anything big or fancy," you whispered, your heart full. "This... today, with you two... this is perfect."

Gyeong-Seok smiled, his eyes warm and full of affection. "Happy birthday, Y/N. You deserve everything."

Young il

It’s your birthday, and Young-Il is pulling out all the stops, as expected. You’ve always known he was incredibly generous, but today, it feels like he’s in another league. The moment you wake up, a bouquet of Dior flowers is sitting on the table next to your bed, their sweet fragrance filling the room.

“You didn’t have to—” you start to say, but before you can finish, Young-Il’s arms wrap around you from behind, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I wanted to. You deserve the best,” he murmurs against your skin, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. He’s dressed in a sleek black suit, as always, but today, there’s a particular glint of excitement in his eyes.

You smile, a little overwhelmed, as he hands you a box. “Open it,” he says, a grin playing at the corners of his lips.

You unwrap the gift, revealing an extravagant makeup set, the packaging pristine and luxurious, with shades you know you’ll love. Your heart skips a beat. He knows you better than anyone.

“Thank you so much,” you say, eyes shining.

“Wait, there’s more,” he replies with a wink. He stands, taking your hand and guiding you downstairs.

The entire living room is a vision of wealth—tons of presents scattered around the floor, some in sleek designer boxes, others wrapped in high-end paper. There’s a stack of gift cards too, each one more impressive than the last. You laugh softly, feeling a mix of disbelief and gratitude. It’s overwhelming how much he’s thought of you.

Young-Il pulls out another box and hands it to you, his hands gently brushing against yours as you take it. Inside is an assortment of the most luxurious perfumes, the bottles elegant and sophisticated. You can’t help but laugh again. “I didn’t know you knew I liked perfume this much.”

He grins, leaning in to place a soft kiss on your lips. “I know everything about you.”

You feel the warmth of his affection, his lips lingering just a bit longer than usual. The way he looks at you, like you’re the most precious thing in his world, makes your heart flutter.

He picks you up in his arms, surprising you with his strength. “Let’s go out for dinner later. I’ve booked the best restaurant in the city for you. Anything you want, we’ll do it.”

As he sets you down, he catches your lips in another kiss, his mouth soft and teasing. You can feel his love in every touch, every kiss, and you can’t help but lean into him, melting under the affection.

“You’re the best gift I’ve ever received,” you whisper against his lips, pulling him closer.He chuckles softly, his hands moving to cup your face. “And you’re mine.”

The rest of the day is a whirlwind of love and surprises, with Young-Il showering you with affection in every form. No matter how many gifts or expensive things he gives, nothing compares to the way he makes you feel—like you’re his everything.

When the day winds down, and you’re curled up on the couch with him, his lips brushing against your neck, he whispers, “Happy birthday, my love. You deserve all of this and more.”

And as you look into his eyes, you know that, for him, this is just the beginning.

Gi-Hun

It was your birthday, and Gi-Hun was excited to celebrate with you, though he was far from prepared. You had tried to brush off his worries about not being able to buy a grand gift, but the truth was, he hated feeling like he wasn’t doing enough for you.

You had been together for a while now, and while your relationship wasn’t about material things, you could tell Gi-Hun was determined to make the day special, even if he couldn’t afford something extravagant.

After a busy day of work, you met up with him at a little park near your apartment, sitting on the bench as the late afternoon sun cast a warm, golden hue over everything. You smiled at him, knowing he had something in mind.

"Gi-Hun, I don't need anything big. Just being with you is enough," you reassured him, trying to ease his anxiety.

But Gi-Hun, ever the sentimental and thoughtful man, had been wandering around the city all day, his pockets practically empty, trying to find something that felt right. It wasn’t until he stumbled across a sketchy, run-down store, marked by a neon sign flickering overhead, that he thought he might have found something.

The shop was cluttered with oddities: old trinkets, broken toys, and strange, mismatched items. In the back corner, he found a basket filled with discounted goods. His eyes landed on a small, heart-shaped plush, but it wasn’t the soft, sweet toy you’d expect. Instead, it was adorned with red lips and lips all over it, almost comically exaggerated.

Feeling a bit skeptical but hopeful, he decided it would do. After all, it was the thought that counted. The cashier eyed him with suspicion as he handed over the few crumpled bills he had left, and Gi-Hun left the store with the strange gift clutched in his hand.

When he met up with you later that evening, his heart raced. You couldn’t help but laugh when he handed you the plush. The lips were all over it—big, exaggerated, like someone had gone overboard with lipstick. “What... is this?” you chuckled, holding it up. The plush had lips all over it, a mix of red and pink, and even some smudged marks that looked suspiciously like kisses.

"I, uh... I thought it was cute," he mumbled sheepishly, a little embarrassed. "It’s a... well, a heart."

You burst into laughter, throwing your arms around him in a warm embrace. "Gi-Hun, it's perfect. It’s so... you," you giggled, pressing the plush to your cheek.

Gi-Hun blushed but couldn’t help smiling, the relief flooding over him as he watched you enjoy the ridiculous gift. “Well, I mean, it’s better than nothing, right?" he said with a sheepish grin. "And, you know, I thought the kisses might be a nice touch."

You raised an eyebrow, then laughed even harder as you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “I love it. It’s a one-of-a-kind gift, and it shows how much you care.”

He smiled, relieved, and leaned in to kiss you back, his lips gently pressing against yours. In that moment, it didn’t matter what the gift was—it was the love and effort behind it that made it so meaningful.

Afterward, the two of you spent the evening together, enjoying simple, inexpensive pleasures—a homemade dinner, talking, laughing, and just being in each other’s company. No fancy gift could ever compare to the joy you felt when you were with him.

As the night drew to a close, Gi-Hun wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. “I’m really lucky to have you,” he whispered.

You smiled and nodded, the lips-covered plush still tucked in your lap. "I’m the lucky one. Thank you for making today special, Gi-Hun."

And with that, you both fell asleep, content and happy, knowing that love was the best gift of all.

Dae ho

It was your birthday, and you had been looking forward to a quiet evening with Dae-Ho. You both had been busy lately, and the idea of just spending time together was more than enough. As you waited in your cozy apartment, you glanced at the clock, a smile tugging at your lips. Dae-Ho should be here soon, right?

But the sound of your phone buzzing broke your thoughts. It was a text from Dae-Ho:

"Hey, I’m really sorry. I’ll be a bit late, but I promise it’ll be worth it."

You grinned, a little curious about what he meant by that.

A few hours passed before the doorbell rang, and you jumped up from the couch. You opened the door, only to find Dae-Ho standing there with a big grin on his face. His usual nervous energy was mixed with something else, something like excitement. In his hands, he held a small box wrapped with mismatched paper, the edges of the gift a little wrinkled, and a faded ribbon tied on top.

"Happy birthday, babe," he said, his voice soft but full of warmth.

You couldn’t help but smile, feeling your heart swell. “You didn’t have to get me anything…”He blushed, scratching the back of his neck. "I know, but I wanted to." He handed you the gift. "I’m… sorry, it’s not much. I didn’t have a lot to work with this time."

You opened the box, revealing a vintage necklace with a simple pendant—a small, delicate heart. It wasn’t fancy, but the meaning behind it was clear.

“It’s beautiful,” you said, admiring the necklace in your hands. “How did you—?”

Dae-Ho interrupted you, a shy but earnest expression on his face. “I… borrowed it from my sister. She had it from when she was younger. She wasn’t using it, so… I figured it’d be perfect for you.”

You were touched by the thoughtfulness, and before you could say anything else, Dae-Ho leaned in, pressing a soft kiss on your cheek. "I hope you like it."

"I love it," you said, your voice almost a whisper as you gently pulled him toward you. "But that’s not all, is it?"

He hesitated, his lips curling into a grin. "I have one more thing for you." You raised an eyebrow. "What’s that?"

Without warning, Dae-Ho’s lips met yours, soft and lingering. It wasn’t just a quick kiss—it was warm and full of affection, like he was pouring his entire heart into the gesture. The kiss deepened slowly, tender but filled with all the love he had for you. He pulled away just enough to rest his forehead against yours.

“I don’t have a lot, but I can give you all of me,” he murmured, his breath warm on your skin.You smiled, your heart fluttering. “I already have everything I need.”

Dae-Ho kissed you again, this time on the tip of your nose. "I just want to make you happy. I’m so lucky to have you."

You felt tears prick at the corner of your eyes, overwhelmed by how much he cared, even when he had so little to offer.

“Thank you, Dae-Ho. This is the best birthday I could ever ask for.”

With a shy but contented smile, he kissed your lips again, this time with a promise—of more moments like this.

Min su

The soft rays of morning light peeked through the blinds, gently waking you from your peaceful sleep. You stretched, the warmth of the blankets making it hard to get up, but the knowledge that today was your birthday gave you the motivation you needed. It wasn’t going to be anything extravagant, but you were looking forward to spending the day with Min-Su, your boyfriend.

When you shuffled out of bed, you noticed that Min-Su was already up. He was always an early riser, though today, he seemed a little quieter than usual. You couldn’t quite place it, but you figured it was just him being his usual thoughtful self. You smiled to yourself. He always had a way of making you feel cherished, no matter what.

You walked into the kitchen and found him fumbling through his pockets, his face a little more frustrated than usual. “Min-Su?” you asked softly, concern creeping into your voice.

He straightened up, his eyes meeting yours, and a faint smile spread across his face. “Good morning, birthday girl,” he said, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “I was just trying to find enough change to grab us something nice for breakfast.” You raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t have to do that. You know we can make breakfast at home, right?”

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, I know. But… I wanted to do something special for you. Just… give me a minute. I’ll figure it out.”

Your heart squeezed at his words. You knew things had been tough for him ever since that scam left him struggling financially. It hurt to see him still carrying the weight of it. You hadn’t wanted him to go out of his way for you today, but you knew he wouldn’t listen to you.

You leaned against the counter, watching him pull out the last few bills from his wallet. He looked at them for a moment before his gaze shifted to you. “You deserve a good breakfast today,” he murmured, grabbing his jacket and pulling you into his arms for a tight hug. “I want to make it special, even if it’s just a little.”

Before you could protest, he placed a soft kiss on your lips, his touch gentle yet filled with warmth. “Stay here, okay? I’ll be back soon.” A few minutes later, Min-Su returned, his arms full of warm pastries, coffee, and your favorite breakfast foods from a nearby cafe. His eyes sparkled when he saw your surprise. He placed everything down on the table and grinned. “Happy birthday, babe,” he said, his voice full of love. “I know it’s not much, but I hope you like it.

”You couldn’t help but smile, feeling the genuine affection in his words. “This is perfect,” you said, your voice thick with emotion. “Thank you.”

You two sat down together, enjoying the cozy breakfast. Between sips of coffee and bites of pastries, Min-Su kissed you constantly—on the lips, on your cheek, on your forehead—each kiss soft and full of affection, as if telling you, without words, how much you meant to him.

You could see it in his eyes: despite everything, despite the struggles he faced, he still made sure you felt special. That was what made this birthday so memorable—not the food, not the gifts—but the love that filled the room.

“Min-Su,” you whispered between kisses, “You make everything feel right, even when things are hard.

”He smiled against your lips, his hands gently cradling your face. “I’d do anything for you, Y/N,” he replied softly. “Even if it means giving you the last of what I have.”

You pressed a kiss to his lips, feeling the warmth of his heart, and in that moment, you knew: this was a birthday you’d never forget.

Sang woo

It was a quiet morning when Sang-Woo greeted you with a soft, “Happy birthday, Y/N.” The two of you had been living a modest life since the game ended, his financial struggles lingering even after the chaos of the competition. But it didn’t matter. He had you, and that was all he needed. The idea of celebrating your birthday in a big way seemed out of reach, but he still wanted to make it special.

“Thank you, Sang-Woo,” you smiled, reaching up to kiss him softly. He returned it with a gentle press of his lips, savoring the moment as his hand gently cupped your cheek.

“I wanted to take you somewhere today… something small, but meaningful,” he said, his voice quiet yet sincere.You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Where?”

He hesitated for a second, his hand lingering at the small of your back as he led you outside. “You’ll see.”

After a short drive through the city, he pulled into the parking lot of a modest makeup store. It wasn’t anything fancy, but the sign above the door was enough to tell you this wasn’t just any store—it was a place where you could pick out whatever you wanted.

Sang-Woo turned to you, looking nervous. “I know it’s not much, but... I thought you could pick something out. Whatever you like.”

Your heart warmed at his thoughtfulness, knowing the sacrifice it took for him to even think about this. You took his hand, squeezing it gently. “You didn’t have to do this, Sang-Woo. Just being with you is enough.”

His lips curved into a soft, appreciative smile. “I know. But I want to do something for you. You deserve to feel special today.”

As you walked into the store, you noticed the walls lined with various cosmetics and skincare products, each one gleaming under the fluorescent lights. Your fingers brushed the shelves as you walked past them, your eyes catching the shimmer of eyeshadow palettes and lipsticks in vibrant shades.

Sang-Woo watched you intently, his gaze filled with quiet admiration. His voice was low and careful, almost shy as he spoke. “Pick out whatever you want. I’ll cover it. It’s your day.”

You moved toward a section of lip products, your fingers grazing over the various tubes of lipstick. You picked up a deep red shade, inspecting it closely. It seemed like the perfect match for your personality—bold, confident, yet timeless. You turned to him with a soft smile. “I think this one.”

He raised an eyebrow, eyes gleaming with curiosity. “You sure? It’s a bold choice.”

You grinned, taking the lipstick to the counter. “I think I’m ready for something bold today.”

Sang-Woo’s expression softened, and as the cashier rang up your purchase, he leaned in, brushing his lips against your ear. “I’m proud of you. You always know how to pick the perfect things.”

The compliment made your heart flutter, and before you could even respond, his lips pressed against yours in a slow, tender kiss. The feeling of his mouth against yours was warm, lingering, and filled with all the unspoken words that you didn’t need to say.

When the kiss broke, you smiled up at him, brushing your lips lightly against his. “Thank you, Sang-Woo. This really means a lot.”

He grinned, his hand resting on your lower back as he gently pulled you closer. “Anything for you. You deserve to feel beautiful... and I’m glad I could help make that happen.”

As you left the store, lipstick in hand, you could feel the weight of his love in every gesture—small, thoughtful, and never demanding. He wasn’t rich in money, but he was rich in the way he cared for you, and that was worth more than any lavish gift.

You leaned your head on his shoulder, feeling content, as he kissed your forehead softly. “Happy birthday, Y/N. I hope today is as beautiful as you are.”

And with that, the world seemed perfect, even in its quiet simplicity.

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Love is in the air || Part 2 || 60th Birthday Special ✨

PAIRING || Fiancé! Robert Downey Jr. x Fiancée! Pregnant! Fem! Reader

WORDCOUNT || 5.2K

SUMMARY || While the road to pregnancy hasn't been the easiest, you're very excited to go through all the small and big moments with the man you love by your side, and when you can finally hold the little girl you've been protecting for the past nine months, your world is finally complete.

RATING || Explicit (E)

WARNINGS/TAGS || RPF | Pregnancy fic | Kid fic | Established relationship | Referenced issues with conceiving | Explicit sexual content

SMUT || Light dirty talk | Pregnancy kink | Daddy kink | Mention of a breeding kink | Hand job | Teasing/foreplay | Implied unprotected sex | Aftercare

A/N || This story is very special in honor of Robert's 60th birthday! I hope you will all enjoy it as much as @ccbsrmsf1 and I did while I worked on it! Thank you for everything again, bestie, I appreciate you and love you from the bottom of my heart! 🤍

EVENTS @fairytalebingo || Love at first sight @fandom-free-bingo Gingerbread Edition || Happy tears | Just let me take care of you | Hiding their face in the other’s neck | Best friends @fandom-free-bingo Gingerbread Edition || Admiring from a distance | “Just let me adore you.” | Dimpled smile | “A ‘yes’ would have sufficed.” | Cold hands | Teddy bear | Hugs from behind | Whispering to one another @fictionaldelightsbingo Under The Sea Edition || Eating a watermelon

Photos: @ccbsrmsf1 || All other graphics in this post are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

Main Masterlist || Robert Downey Jr. || Part 1 || Part 3 (COMING SOON!)

Baby's first kick

Tonight will be one of your first appearances in public since you found out about your pregnancy, and Robert can’t be more proud as he watches you get ready to join him on the red carpet. The two of you will be attending a movie premiere for a movie in which he is portraying his most famous character – Tony Stark – once again, and the butterflies in your stomach are slowly getting wilder with every passing minute.

“Can you help zip me up?” you ask as you’re standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror that is built into your walk-in closet. The warm light in the closet makes you look like you’re glowing, which combined with the pregnancy glow you’re sporting makes you look nearly angelic.

“Absolutely,” he says, and nearly instantly you feel the fabric of the dress closing around you with every move of your fiancé’s skilled fingers. Within no-time you’re ready to shine on the carpet alongside him, and he comes to stand closer to you, giving one of his favorite hugs; the hugs from behind where he can place his hands on your beautiful, growing belly, ensuring both of you can melt into each other’s touches.

“How’re you feeling tonight, Gorgeous?” His thumbs rub over your belly as he meets your gaze in the mirror, and you can see the pure love in his gaze.

“I am still a little bit tired, but the nap I took earlier definitely helped. Though I’m very content in your arms right now,” you say as you put your hands on his, letting the warmth of them seep into your cold hands. You allow your eyes to slip shut for a moment, wanting to take in every last second of this intimate moment for as long as you possibly can. Robert hums softly against your temple as he sways gently back and forth, making you feel relaxed to a point where only he can get you.

“Do we really have to go to the premiere? I’d rather stay home with you and cuddle up on the couch with some ice cream and a rom-com.” You let out a small sigh at the end of your question, and you feel your fiancé smile against your skin as he thinks about your offer.

“Hmm, on any other night I would have loved nothing more than that, but tonight I do have to go. I’m the star of the movie after all, and I don’t think they’d be happy if I of all people would not be in attendance,” he says, making you smile. You love his self confidence, and it’s one of his most attractive traits, and it often makes you chuckle, just like it does now.

“A yes would have sufficed, but I’m glad to know we’re on the same page when it comes to you being a star. I’m still very proud of you winning that Oscar last year,” you say as you turn around to face him, and his cheeks heat up at the mention of his Oscar win for his role as Lewis Strauss in Oppenheimer. It’s the only moment that comes close to finding out about the little girl growing in your belly, but it’ll never top it.

“I’m proud too, Gorgeous, and I’m happy to have won it with you by my side.” He smiles lovingly at you before leaning down and capturing your lips in a featherlight peck that has the butterflies fluttering wildly in your belly. His thumbs gently rub over your arms as he takes the time to enjoy the moment, making it feel like you’re on cloud nine right now. As you gaze into his dark eyes, you can’t help but melt a little on the inside, your heart nearly leaping out of your chest from excitement.

“I believe it’s time we go, otherwise we’ll be late,” you tell him with a glance at your watch – which matches perfectly with all your other jewellery – and he nods before kissing your forehead and letting you go. Before you know it you’re in the car that will take you to the premiere, your hand interlaces with Robert’s the entire ride there. Your free hand is on your rounded belly, which has become your natural pose ever since you started to show, and you can’t get enough of touching your bump.

“Are you ready for the red carpet, Gorgeous? I know it’s the first time in a while you’ll be in the spotlight,” he asks in a soft tone, and you take a second to think about it before nodding.

“I am, though the nerves are also very present. It’s my first pregnancy so it’s a little nerve wracking to share it with the world but I’m grateful you’re there with me. That way I won’t be thrown in the deep end.” The spotlight has never been your thing, but for your husband-to-be you’ll happily endure the paparazzi, interviews and millions of eyes on you as you know how happy it makes him to show off his wife-to-be.

“We’re going to be alright, I promise. Thank you for coming with me tonight,” he says with a small smile and a squeeze in your hand, which you quickly reciprocate.

“I love you, Robert.” His entire face lights up at your little declaration of love, pride blooming in your chest at the sight. Seeing him happy always makes you happy, too. Not long after, it’s time for you to walk down the red carpet together, and you interlace your fingers with his right before stepping on, flashes going off everywhere the moment you’re in their line of sight.

You hear both your own and Robert’s name everywhere, photographers giving instructions and trying to get your attention, but all you can focus on is the man holding your hand and your daughter who’s happily growing in your belly. Everything else feels like it’s going by in a blur as you make your way past all the photographers, and then it’s time for the two of you to have some individual photos taken.

While posing for the camera – your hand on your bump again to ground yourself – you feel Robert looking at you, and when you look over you can see that he’s admiring you from a distance. Right as you’re about to walk over to him again, you feel something that has you stopping in your tracks immediately, your gaze focused on Robert’s as he looks at you with a hint of concern on his features. Within a few large steps he’s by your side, his hand on your belly out of protectiveness, but you can’t stop smiling.

“She just kicked for the first time,” you whisper to him, and he looks at you with disbelief.

“Are you- Did she really?” Robert asks with a broad smile, and you nod excitedly while you can’t stop smiling. Your daughter just kicked for the first time, and the moment is captured for the entire world to see, though you don’t notice any of them. All you care about is Robert as he sinks to his knees, kissing your belly that goes paired with loud wooing from the onlookers.

“Can you kick again for Daddy?” he asks your bump with a broad smile, and even though it’s very faint, he can still feel it. The last time he felt this happy and proud is when you said yes to marrying him almost a year ago, but to go through this all over again is like a gift from heaven. Robert then quickly gets up before cupping your cheeks and kissing you in a burst of pride and happiness, the smiles on your faces making it even better.

“I can’t believe our baby girl finally kicked! It’s a miracle!” he exclaims towards all the photographers, earning both of you some applause and more enthusiastic reactions. While tonight was already amazing, it got even better by the fact that the baby you have made with the love of your life kicked for the first time. It’s truly an unforgettable moment for everyone.

Daddy's voice

Throughout your pregnancy, there are a lot of things that change, but one thing that has stayed the same from the first moment it happened, is Robert talking to your daughter as you’re lying in bed in the evening. No matter how tough or long the day has been, and no matter what has been going on, their little daddy-daughter talk will always take place. It’s a piece of your routine you happily stick to, and tonight is even more special than usual.

“Hey, little girl. Are you awake? Your mommy and I have been awake for much too long already, but that’s what happens when we attend movie premieres and award ceremonies, as you know,” Robert starts off, his face on eye level with your growing stomach as you’re comfortably lying on your side. His hand is splayed on your side and stomach, the warmth seeping into your skin.

“But tonight was even more special, because your Daddy has won another award to add to his collection. And we did it thanks to you! You’re our good luck charm,” he says with excitement in his voice, and you can’t help but smile. Tonight has been an incredible night that will go into the history books as one of the best nights ever, as Robert winning any award is always amazing. But he’s also right, you’re both convinced she helped as your good luck charm.

“I’m curious to see how many more we will win, too,” your fiancé then tells your growing daughter, and this is met with the sweet gesture of a kick, which catches you both off-guard. Even though she’s been kicking more and more during the day, she’s usually pretty easy going during the night, giving you plenty of opportunity to get your much-needed sleep while you still can.

“Did you- she kicked!” Robert exclaims, his eyes wide with wonder as his fingers glide over the spot she just kicked, happy tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. The human body during pregnancy will always be amazing to him, and moments like these make him even more proud to become a dad, especially knowing you’re carrying his baby, the little girl of your dreams who’s a result of your shared love.

“She did! She’s been kicking a lot of course, but it’s extra special she kicked now of all moments.” You let your fingers glide through your fiancé’s hair, letting the soft strands glide through your fingers as you bask in the moment.

“That, and I know she agrees with the statement that she’s our lucky charm.” You can’t help but chuckle at his comment, and you hum in response, your heart filling with love as he presses soft kisses to your growing bump - his facial hair tickling the sensitive skin which makes you laugh as a result. Then, right as he’s about to pull back, your daughter kicks him again right where he pressed the kiss, making your husband-to-be even happier than before.

“Hey, I was giving kisses to your mama, don’t kick me away!” he says in a faux-offended voice, making you laugh even harder than before. This is met with a few more kicks from your daughter, and Robert can’t help but look at it with a sparkle in his eyes. He’d known love before, but moments like this make him realize what true love is. Lying in bed with you as you share the special moments together is not something he would want to miss for the world, and this routine is definitely one you’ll enjoy for as long as you can.

Weird cravings

“Robert?” you gently shake your fiancés arm as you try to wake him, your belly rumbling in hunger as you try to get his attention. He has always told you that you can wake him for anything, and while you were hesitant at first, you do it a lot more now that your cravings are coming at every time of the day, no matter what. Your baby has a knack for odd cravings, but it’s never been a problem for him, and you’re certain now won’t be any different.

He groans softly as he turns around, his eyes slowly opening as he turns around to face you.

“What’s on your mind, Gorgeous? Are you having one of your cravings again?” You can feel your cheeks heating up at his question, and the roughness of his voice from lack of use sends a shiver down your spine. Still, you hum in response and within seconds he has found the glasses that are on his nightstand, ready to get you anything and everything you and your daughter are craving.

“I- I’ve been having a craving for eating watermelon. The thought sneaked into my head right before falling asleep and I’m so hungry that it’s the only thing I’ve been wanting for the past 30 minutes.” Your voice lowers as you admit shyly that you’ve been thinking about it for a while, knowing you could have woken him up much sooner. For now, Robert decides to let that comment slide, though he does make a mental note to talk about it later, as you’re always allowed to ask for whatever you want, whenever you want it.

“If you and our little Princess want to eat a watermelon, then that’s exactly what you’re getting. Do you want me to cut it up and bring it here, or are you coming with me to the kitchen to enjoy it there?” For a moment you think about the options, but you really don’t want to be too far away from him, no matter how comfortable the bed and sheets are. After letting him know you’ll be happy to join him, you climb out of bed before walking over to where he’s patiently waiting on you, your fingers intertwining with his before walking to the large kitchen together.

As soon as you walk into the kitchen, the light immediately turns on to a dim setting, giving enough light to do what you need to do, but not so much that you’re immediately blinded by it. Robert helps you to sit on one of the bar stools before placing a kiss on your nose, leaving you smiling like a teenager who’s in love with his crush before he swiftly moves to the fridge, where a small watermelon has been waiting for you to be enjoyed.

“Slices or cubes?” he asks, though he already knows the answer.

“Cubes, please!” you say with a happy tone, and he quickly gets to work on slicing the fruit, popping a piece of the juicy fruit in your mouth before taking one for himself, too. Soon, the entire watermelon is cut up in bite size pieces and a bowl is filled with them, allowing the two of you to eat them more easily. He walks over to your side of the kitchen island after washing his hands and putting all the dishes and scraps away, wanting to be close to you as you enjoy the fruit you’ve been craving so badly.

As you reach for the bowl, you see you husband-to-be lifting his hand and bringing a cube to your lips instead of his own, and you smile before leaning in and closing your lips around the juicy fruit, a soft moan escaping as you enjoy the coldness as well as the sweetness of the pink fruit, your eyes slipping shut as you take in the moment. There’s not many things more intimate than moments like these where you feed each other, and you can’t get enough of it.

“One more?” you ask after swallowing, and he chuckles before bringing the next piece to your lips, his eyes trained on the way your mouth takes the piece of fruit so effortlessly, your face lighting up from excitement as the sweetness makes you do a little happy dance in the chair. It doesn’t take long for it all to be gone, and you’re starting to get sleepy again as you lean against his side, his arms gently holding you up.

“Let’s go back to bed, okay? We have a long day ahead of us, and you need to get all the sleep you can get,” he tells you, and you hum before getting off the chair and letting him guide you back to bed. With your craving fulfilled, you fall asleep like a log, your fiancé’s arm protectively wrapped around your belly as you’re pulled against his chest. He will happily help you fulfill any and all the cravings you can have, no matter how odd they may be. And soon, he’ll find out exactly how odd they can get.

“Can you hand me the pickles?” you ask Robert as you’re trying to reach the Nutella that’s stored in the large pantry. He’s been helping you by putting some of the groceries away, but you suddenly get a massive craving for something sweet and tart, and you know exactly how you want to fulfill it.

“Of course, but don’t they need to go-” is all he can say before you’re taking both the pickles and Nutella to the kitchen counter, where you swiftly open both before grabbing one of the pickles and dipping them into the chocolate spread without hesitation. The entire time, Robert looks at you with a combination of horror and wonder, as he’s both curious and a little horrified at the combination you’re currently enjoying.

“Thank you, Handsome. I really needed this,” you say before taking another bite of the pickle, a satisfied smile on your lips as you do. He shakes his head before walking over to you with a smile and kissing your head lovingly. No matter how weird the cravings will get, he’ll always be happy to indulge you in every single one, as he wants nothing more than to see you happy.

Satisfying all desires

If there’s one quote Robert lives by, it’s “happy wife, happy life”. Despite the fact that you two haven’t tied the knot yet, he still aims to please and make you happy in every way he can, and one of those things is to satisfy every single desire you could have. Whether it’s the craving for pickles with Nutella, to be relaxing in a warm bath so you can destress and read for an hour or two, or to spend your entire evening and night having the most mind-blowing sex you could ever desire, he will not deny you a single thing.

But the same thing can be said for you satisfying Robert’s desires, too, as he loves nothing more than to tell you how much he loves your growing bump every chance he gets.

“S so big and beautiful- fuck-” Robert groans as you spread your legs to let him get settled between them, his cock nearly aching from how hard it is as it’s dribbling precum. While the two of you have extensively explored his breeding kink - which has gotten you pregnant in the first place - it was a nice surprise to discover his pregnancy kink, too, and neither one of you can get enough of it.

“Are you talking about me, Daddy? Or this beautiful cock of yours?” You ask as you lean forward to wrap your hand around his length, the hardness a stark contrast against the silky soft skin wrapping around. A soft groan is audible at your grasp as well as your words, and you can’t stop smiling as he leans in closer, his lips now next to your ear.

“Both,” he whispers, the hot breath ghosting past your ear making a trail of goosebumps appear on your neck. As he crawls even closer you let go of him, allowing him to take his place between your legs where you need him most.

“But if there’s one thing I’ll never get enough of it’s seeing you pregnant- the growing belly that makes me go wild at every second of every day, the glow that makes you the most beautiful of angels, and every single thing that comes with it, it all drives me wild in the best way possible, Gorgeous. I will never get enough of you and your body, and I’m adoring every single change that goes along with you carrying my child.”

“Robert-” is all you can say before he captures your lips with his, the possessiveness of it catching you off guard in the best way possible. You’re clenching around nothing as he lets his fingertips explore the skin on your neck, down to your breasts and hardened nipples and over your growing belly, all the way to the most sensitive spots on your inner thigh. Not a single spot is forgotten as he keeps your mind preoccupied with the kiss, making it very intimate and perfect.

“You can lie back and let me do all the work tonight, hot mama. You’re mine to take care of, and you’re growing a human inside you, so just let me take care of you, okay? Just let me adore you,” he says, and you nod while biting your bottom lip, the smirk on his lips turning you on even more. His lips take their time to kiss every inch of you, paying special attention to your sensitive, hardened nipples until you’re begging for more, which is when he finally moves down to your now dripping pussy.

The rest of the night he takes his time to build you up to the highest of highs before gently allowing you to come down, his own pleasure being pulled from yours. He’s unable to stop telling you how much he loves you, telling you all about how ‘’fucking sexy” you are when pregnant, and fucking you completely dumb with his long, thick, veiny cock until you cannot think straight anymore. By the end of the night you can’t do anything other than hiding your face in your fiancé’s neck as he works you through your last orgasm of the night, your entire body trembling from all the pleasure it has endured.

“I love you, Gorgeous. And you know what I love most about you?” he asks as he peppers your face in kisses. You hum in response, unable to let out a single word.

“What a good girl you are for Daddy.”

With those words, he lifts you off the bed and towards the shower where he ensures you’re washed thoroughly while praising you the entire time, and the closeness of his body against yours the entire time is something you’re craving more than ever. He doesn’t leave your side for even a second, and when you’re snuggled up in bed - after Robert ensured the two of you have some clean, dry sheets to sleep on - you’re slowly falling into a deep, dreamless slumber in his arms.

An unexpected babyshower

The text you received from Robert - telling you to be ready at 12.30 PM as a car will pick you up - is going through your mind as you’re sitting in the back of the car he had sent to pick you up, as it was short and simple, but it also left countless questions for you to think about when getting ready. He’s currently on set to reprise his role of the (in)famous genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist Tony Stark, and he shot you the text between scenes, leaving your return message unanswered to this very moment.

After rummaging through the clothes in your closet for a little while, you finally settled on wearing a light pink, knitted dress that shows off your pregnancy belly beautifully, combined with some boots and your hair tied up so it’s not in your face. Your make-up is light and you’re keeping the jewellery simple, too, as you’re wearing your engagement ring, a small necklace with the letter ‘R’ on it, and the diamond earrings he bought you on your first anniversary.

As soon as you arrive on the set where he’s filming, you’re let out of the car before being taken to the set where your husband-to-be is currently filming a fight scene, the concentration and determination clearly visible on his handsome features. He’s always been passionate about acting, but when it comes to his role as Tony he is passionate on a whole different level. The moment the fight scene is over he looks over to you, and his face splits into a wide grin, that has your heart beating faster and your own smile widening, too.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes, Gorgeous! You’re looking even better than I expected,” he tells you as he cups your cheeks, his thumbs rubbing your cheekbones gently. Then he leans in for a kiss, your lips instantly parting to allow his tongue to find its way to yours, ready for a dance of passion as the world around you seems to fade. It’s only until someone next to you clears their throat that he pulls back, leaving you flustered in the best way possible.

“I’ll have a quick change, and then I’ll be all yours during lunch, okay?” he asks, and you nod before kissing his lips again, and he quickly runs off the set, leaving you to talk to some of his Marvel co-stars you haven’t seen in a while.

“How’s the pregnancy going? All I hear from Robert are the good sides, but you and I both know it’s not all that great,” Scarlett asks as she looks you over, and you laugh at her comment before telling her about the little girl in your belly, though you don’t get to finish your story before Robert has returned again.

“I’m sorry about needing to break up whatever this is, but I will need to lend my lovely wife-to-be for a moment,” he says and Scarlett wishes you luck before getting changed, too, getting ready for the surprise Robert has been planning for a few weeks now. Almost everything is ready to go - all that’s left is for his fellow cast members to make their way over to the part of the set that has been redesigned for the afternoon.

“I know you’ve talked about wanting a baby shower a lot, and while this might not be what you had in mind, I still hope you will enjoy this, Gorgeous. All you need to do is enjoy your time here, and to let yourself be spoiled rotten, as this is just as much about you as it is about little Carol,” he says as his hand gently strokes the side of your belly. You nod excitedly before standing on your tiptoes to kiss him, his facial hair scratching your face softly.

“Thank you, Robert. Not only for the baby shower, but for everything. I’m the luckiest girl on earth with you,” you say as you’re whispering to him, and he smiles widely before leaning in, this time taking the lead in the kiss as he gently dips you backwards, his hand supporting you so you’re not falling over. While your heart rate goes a mile a minute and you’re trying to catch your breath after he pulled away, the Marvel cast is ready for your baby shower, and they’re all wearing one or multiple pink items.

The afternoon is spent catching up with everyone, opening many presents; one of your favorites being a teddy bear that has red and gold details - the colors Robert often wears while playing Tony Stark. Each gift is very thoughtful and you’re giving everyone the biggest of hugs as you open their gifts, unable to stop smiling. Then it’s time for some more catching up with your favorite foods to go along with it, as well as some of your pregnancy cravings which are mostly getting weird looks from all the men.

“If you knew what it’s like to be pregnant, you would know these are some of the best combinations around!” you joke before dipping a pickle into a fresh jar of Nutella, making everyone shudder and laugh at the same time. It’s an unforgettable day, and you couldn’t be happier to have a partner like Robert by your side through it all

Robert's birthday present

From the moment you and Robert discovered that your baby was supposed to be born in the week after Robert’s birthday, you have jokingly said that it would be funny if your daughter would be born on his birthday. The universe must have listened somehow as you were rushed into the labor and delivery ward of your closest private clinic as soon as you arrived. Robert can’t stop smiling at the thought that his baby will be born on his birthday, and there’s simply not a better gift on earth than that.

The labor lasted for a grueling 14 hours, but at 10:19 PM, on April 4th, 2025, you’re finally saying hello to the little girl growing in your belly for nine months. It’s been a long road, but to be at this point right now, holding your daughter in your arms for the very first time, you can’t help but let the tears flow as you look down at her.

“She’s as beautiful as you are, Gorgeous. She has the same rounded cheeks, and beautiful lips, but oddly enough has my nose!” Robert says with a chuckle as he’s standing by the side of your bed, admiring the little baby in your arms.

“It’s a beautiful nose, though, and it fits her perfectly,” you tell him, not looking away from Carol for even a second. The moment she was first put in your arms felt like love at first sight, and a wave of relief washed over you as the relief sank in that the worst is finally over. As you look at your daughter, you see more and more of your husband-to-be in her small face - his perfect nose and the color of her eyes before she closes them as she falls back asleep. But you also see bits of yourself in her - the color of your hair, and a hint of your dimpled smile are also visible.

Together they make a beautiful mix of you both, and it’s an honor to have her in your arms after everything you went through. But to know she’ll be sharing a birthday with your best friend and the man you fell for all those years ago, is something that makes you prouder than anything.

“Happy birthday, Robert,” you whisper as he’s gently stroking your daughter's cheek with his thumb, just the way he always does it to you.

“The happiest,” he whispers in return, making you smile wide. He couldn’t have wished for a better present on his birthday, and he never imagined he’d be fortunate enough to welcome one more child into this world, but this time with you. The woman who’s been there for him through good times and bad, and who has loved him like no one has ever done before. You’re the love of his life, and he is yours.

And now, your love for one another is wrapped in a small blanket while wearing a blush pink onesie and a matching hat, proudly displaying her name: Carol Downey.

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