#next time I loose my TV remote I’m going to play that song and see how fast I find it

[oneknightlight]

I was trying to watch a tiktok but the music they chose for the background was Caught Off Guard from the Skyrim ost and the entire time I could feel my heart race and my muscles tense up. I retained nothing from the tiktok. I’m looking for the red dot.

[hollandsmushroom]

A dom tom were the reader find him playing cod and she plays with him but then she say im going to get a snack and then she have an idea and put the song white tee summer Walker and come to tom and gave him. A lap dance. 🌝I hope you understand and yes i forget and then tom fucks her sooooo rough and haaaaarddddd and faaaaast and please let her sqouirt 2 times please ♏♏♏♏

Okay, I really hope that I got this right, and I hope that you like it. I wrote this in what felt like a fucking fever dream, like it just poured out of me.

A/N: This was my first time writing Dom!Tom or really even this rough of sex, I’ve never really written degradation before but I hope you enjoy. 

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Summary: Just look at the request

Word Count: 2,417

Warnings: Pure Filth, Degradation, Fingering, Lap dance, spanking(a couple mentions), Overstimulation, Riding, Squirting, internal Orgasm, Dom!Tom, Mean Dom!Tom, Biting, If I missed anything I’m sorry. 

 Silence filled your ears as your feet led you mindlessly down stairs, the knuckle of your thumb rubbing into your eyes as you tried to swipe away the sleep that had built up during your nap. You were in search of your boyfriend, waking up with an insatiable urge to hold him, that wasn’t the only thing that you wanted to do but your intent was not to go for the x-rated part of your needs first, you wanted to see you you could get Tom to initiate it, to tempt him. You followed the only noise you could hear in the house, guiding you to your boyfriend. Small utterances of exasperation leading you to the den. You leaned your shoulder against the door jam, watching Tom where he sat, his thumbs flitting rapidly over the controller, only making you think about how they would feel on your clit, rubbing over the pulsing nub. You shook your head, a physical attempt to shake those filthy thoughts loose from your brain. Your movement caught Tom’s attention, dragging his eyes from the TV to your oversized t-shirt clad frame, hair a mess from your pillow, a lazy smile  adorning his cheeks as he turned back to the screen.

“Afternoon sleepy head” he chided, eyes flitting back to you before scooting over on the couch. “Come sit” he offered, the empty space next to him inviting your form. You shouldered yourself off of the wall, walking towards Tom and picking up your pace for the few steps that you impaired his vision, your body colliding with the soft cushions of the couch as you fell back. You cheek met Tom’s bare shoulder, leaving light kisses in your way of saying Hello to him. 

“Love, you’re distracting me” he hummed, raising his shoulder and pushing you away from him, a small frown developing on your lips as you pouted at him, that hadn’t worked, an immediate and offhanded denial of your affections, this may be a little harder than you had thought. 

“Was only trying to love you but okay then” you bit at him, slightly grumpy at the rejection. 

“Sorry, babes, I’m trying to beat this level” he explained, it made more sense now but it didn’t mean you liked it. 

“Can I play?” you asked, if he was going to deny your affection then maybe you could do something with him, a lay over to your actual intention seeing as you had resolved that you would get dicked down before the sunset. 

“F’course, doll, here” he passed you a controller that was sat on the coffee table in front of you, not making eye contact but you purposely brushed your hand against his as you took the remote out of his hand. You pressed the center button and joined the game, smiling as you began to play alongside Tom. Throughout the game you made moves on him, getting closer to his body, rubbing your bare thigh against his, biting your lip in concentration and he managed to ignore all of it. 

You let out a moan when you character died, under the guise it was a moan of frustration but it came out close to pornographic, making Tom’s ears prick up his eyes moving to watching you next to him, your legs spread and you panty clothed core showing from under the hem of your shirt, a small wet patch catching his eye, a smirk spreading on his lips in realization, you were needy. 

“M’ gonna go get a snack” you mumbled, standing up and stretching your arms above your head, arching your back and sighing in pleasure, the upward motion of your shoulders exposing your panties and the bottom of your stomach. Tom knew what you were doing, and it made something boil inside of him, you were being a little brat, you could just ask for what you wanted, but no, you went about it this way. 

“kay” Tom responded, watching as your hips swayed on your way to the kitchen. He smiled to himself at your actions, proud that he managed to make you as horny as this without even doing anything. He went back to his game but his attention was no longer fully in the graphics that flashed across the screen, his mind now focused on the memory of your tight cunt and how well he filled you as you would scream his name, begging to cum. He noticed the addition of music to the atmosphere as you strutted back into the room, a devilish smile on your face as you fell to your knees in front of Tom, hands resting on his knee caps as you pushed them away from each other to spread his legs. His eyes widened at your bold movements, setting his remote control next to him on the couch and placing his hands behind his head. 

“Watcha’ doing, Love?” he hummed as you began to rise from your place on your knees, your chest brushing against his hardening cock, your pointed nipples poking through your shirt and catching Tom’s eyes as you continued to go up his body. 

“Giving you a show” you spoke as if it was obvious, because, well, it was. Tom captured his lip between his teeth as you put your knees on either side of his hips, grinding your hips down against his, eliciting a moan from the back of your throat as you threw your head back, arching your chest into his face. His hands went to grab your ass, instinct beginning to take hold, his need to dominate the situation, but you slapped his hands away. Crawling off of Tom’s heated body. You stood in front of Tom, stripping your top off and grabbing your breasts in your hands, pinching your nipples and biting your lip, looking Tom in the eye, teasing him. You turned around, bending down as if you were touching your toes and giving your ass a small shake, Tom had to hold his hand back from smacking or biting the supple flesh that was so tauntingly jiggling in front of his face. You sat back, placing your hand on his thighs and your ass on his dick, once again grinding down against him, this time making him moan. You began to move your hips in circles to the final beats of the song that you had been dancing to, your hands going back to behind both yours and Tom’s head, grasping that back of his neck and bringing you back flush to his front, arching your naked chest up as you finished your movements. 

As soon as the last notes of the song played out Tom’s hands were on your breasts, squeezing them harshly and tweaking the nipples aggressively between his fingers. 

“So needy for me, Love, you could have just asked,” Tom teased, his lips moving to just beneath your ear and beginning to suck on your sweet spot, sweet moans falling from your lips. 

“Tommy!” you moaned loudly, but you needed more “I need you Tommy, I need you” you breathed out between sighs of pleasure as the little stimulation he was giving you.

“What do you need, baby?” he wanted to hear you beg, to cry out in need for his cock or tongue or fingers.

“All of you, Tommy” you whimpered pitifully, the squeeze on your nipples nearly becoming too much. 

“Yeah? All of me, huh, how's this?” he asked, his fingers slipping into the front of your soaking wet panties, immediately applying ample pressure to your clit with his thumb and to fingers teased your dripping entrance, he smirked as he realize that your arousal had spread along your thighs and down your taint, pride growing in his chest at just how desperate you were for him. His fingers sank into your core without warning. 

“FUCK” you cried, his fingers beginning to slide in and out of you at a rapid pace, dragging against every ridge of muscle that adorned the walls of your tight cunt. His fingers picked up the pace, the only sounds in the room being your sighs and pants of pleasure and his fingers digging into you as if he was searching for something at your cervix. He bit down on your neck, whispering quietly to you. 

“You take my fingers so well, needy little slut aren’t you” he sucked over the spot he had just bitten, groaning as your hips ground back into his. “My needy little whore, all mine,” he whispered, his words in juxtaposition to the tone of his voice which carried the tone of worship, and it was, just your unique form of it. He curled the tips of his fingers into the soft spongy spot that hid deep within you, your legs trying to clamp around his hand as he repeated the motion. 

“T-T-Tom, I’m g-gonna cum” you managed to get out through the pleasure that was taking hold in every part of your body. His knees hooked in the inside of yours, holding you open for him to continue his assault on your core. 

“Cum for me, let go on my fingers, soak my palm, feel lucky that I’m letting you cum you fucking tease” he encouraged your orgasm, his thumb pushing upwards and harder against your clit, the extra pressuring sending you spinning into your orgasm, your cunt emitting a sloshing noise that made Tom bite his lip, knowing what had just happened as his hand got insanely wet. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you came down from your orgasm, the world around you seeming to still as you felt and uncommon amount of cool between your legs, your soaked panties sticking to your core as Tom withdrew his hand, turning you around in his lap so you faced him, watching as he brought his fingers to his parted lips and sucked them clean of the cum that now graced his pale digits, pulling pack and flattening his tongue against his palm, licking the slickness that had gathered on his palm.

He didn’t let you fully catch your breath, lifting you by your hips, ridding you of your soaked panties and sliding his pants down his hips, positioning his cock with one hand and guiding your hips with the other, slamming you down onto his length, fully sheathing himself in your heat with the first thrust. A scream ripping from the back of your throat as tears pricked your eyes, the stretch nearly too much for you to handle. 

“You’re gonna take what you get, this is what you get for teasing me” he bucked his hips up into yours, your ass slapping his thighs, the impact stinging your cheeks as he continued the motion, the relentless pull of his foreskin against your walls burning through your body as you arched your chest into Tom’s face, his teeth capturing one of your nipples and biting down hard, a mixture of pain and pleasure exploding through your body as you felt another orgasm building up in you. 

“Tom, I-I’m gonna cum again” you panted, it all felt too much but his lips replaced his teeth and he sucked relentlessly on your nub, tears leaking down your face as you came again, squirting onto Tom’s lap, it splashed off of where you skin met and soaked the bottom of Tom’s shirt, something you’re sure he would enjoy and avoid washing it for at least a couple days. Your body shook as everything went fuzzy, your head throwing back in pleasure causing your neck to crack but you didn’t care, too focused on the overstimulation of the fact your boyfriend's thrust had not slowed, in fact they had sped up. 

“Tom, can’t-I can’t, it's too much” you whimpered, your body feeling like an ember as Tom flipped your positions, your back meeting the cushions of the couch as he continued to thrust into you relentlessly. 

“You’re gonna take it baby,” he demanded, knowing that if you really needed it to stop you would say the safe word. “I’m close baby, but I’m gonna make you cum a third time before I fill you with my cum, like the little cum slut you are,” his voice was shaky, he was fighting against his orgasm, wanting to see you fall apart one more time before he came and ceased his movement. Your body hadn’t fully recovered from your last orgasm when you felt your third one building already. 

“Tommy, I’m-” you didn’t finish the sentence, a mixture of cold and warm pleasure beginning to burn in your cunt, overtaking the veins in your lips and spreading down your thighs to your feet, toes curling in response as the feeling moved up as well, igniting your breasts and your mouth falling slack, your whole body going tense and Tom kept thrusting into you, cumming deep inside of your cunt with loud shouts of your name, but you couldn’t quite comprehend what was happening. You came back when he pulled all the way out of you, grabbing his wet cock in his hand and jerking the rapidly softening flesh, letting the final spools of cum shoot from the slit in the tip and fall onto your sweaty cum covered frame. You watched as the white ropes landed on your skin, admiring how they looked till you couldn’t hold your head up anymore, letting it fall back into the cushions, eyes falling shut as your body went slack. Tom’s eyes widened as he saw this, worry rising in his body as you lacked motion, your breath too shallow and your sudden collapse leading him to think that something was seriously wrong. 

“Love?” he asked tentatively, praying that you responded. 

“Hmm?” you groaned, eyes fluttering open and meeting his worried orbs, highly contrasting to the pitch black shade of desire that they had been moments before. 

“Oh thank god, I thought I had fucked you to death, and though you brought it upon yourself that isn’t how I was hoping this saturday would end” his words making you giggle.

“I just needed that dick” you spoke as you tried to sit up, only to have Tom wrap his arms around you and pick you up, The cum that was on your torso rubbing against his shirt, now marking it with the both of your guys cum. 

“And you got it, now you need a bath” he kissed the top of you head softly as he lead you to the bathroom. 

Hope you liked it, let me know what you though

@thehumanistsdiary

[extremelyblackandwhite]

daylight

pairing: james “bucky” barnes x reader

warnings: fluff, touching

a/n: i merely wrote this because of me and @sarge-barnes-sir​ discussing domestic!bucky because it makes me warm and fuzzy. also loosely inspired by daylight from taylor swift (meaning i was hearing to it when writing it so it might’ve slipped)/

The daylight slowly creeped up as the sun rose in the horizon, bathing the small bedroom in golden hues. The once moonlight bedroom was now glowing golden, from the barely empty red wine glasses on the bedside table to the red henley laying on the floor. Even the smells of the bedroom appeared to be new, almost fire-y but not burned and the air was so golden, she could see the small specks of dust flowing in the air through her sleep filled eyes. She moaned out of content, rolling around in the mattress, feeling the soft teddy fleece comforter tangled in her naked legs. Bucky wasn’t in bed, he barely was during the weekdays; he would always leave before the crack of dawn to go on a run and while she would join him most of the times, this morning Bucky had let her sleep, let her rest from a long weekend of coursework. 

She let a small smile creep on her face as her head buried deeper onto her pillow before the faint smell of pancakes started to invade the small bedroom. Y/N rolled around in bed once more, this time to the edge, grabbing his henley and putting it over her head as her bare feet touched the newly carpeted floors of Bucky’s small one bedroom Brooklyn flat. She moved slowly through the room, twisting the small door knob which led into the kitchen/living room area and there he was. She leaned against the edge of the door, watching him in his safe space. It made her happy, it made her happy he had learned to see his own home as his safe space, as somewhere where everything else was white noise. He stood in front of the hob, shirtless with his dog tags on and his yoga trousers loosely hanging from his hips, giving her a peek of his black boxers.  She approached him, feet lightly touching the ground yet she knew he could probably hear her but she didn’t mind. She wrapped her arms around his torso, kissing his back before leaning her hand against it. 

     - Go back to bed. - Bucky said in a playful tone, flipping the pancake around with the ridiculous pink, sparkly spatula Y/N had bought for herself during her fresher year and had later brought into his flat once they moved in together. She had to admit, it still made her giggle a bit to see a super soldier with a bionic arm flipping pancakes with a sparkly pink spatula. - You just can’t let me give you breakfast in bed, can you, doll?

     - I missed you. - she said in her still rather rough voice from sleep and from yelling out his name the night prior. - Nice run?

     - Missed my partner. - he turned the hob off, turning round to hold his girlfriend against his chest. - It’s just not the same when I don’t have you to tell me I’m a very fast old man.

    - You should’ve just stayed in bed with me. - she looked up at him, standing on her tippy toes to kiss his nose. - You need rest days too.

    - How come you don’t listen to me when I tell you that, hm? - he leaned down to kiss her softly, kissing her lips, then pecking her nose and forehead. She was always so warm, so soft. - How do you want your pancakes, doll? I got some nice berries from the market.

    - Honey and blueberries, please. 

    - Always the same, hum doll?

    - You’ve been listening to the same songs for over several decades, mister. You do not get to critique my pancake choices.

   - You should put maple syrup on it.

   - I thought you liked maple syrup on me. - she winked at him as he started to divide the stack of pancakes into two two plates.

She slightly tightened her hold on him, merely listening to the background noises as he felt the warmth of his skin against her cheek. He always had some old records playing on the background in a very low volume, he’d do it so much that every time she heard that little old vinyl noise, she’d correlate it with him. Yet, it was nice. It was nice to be together like this, with nothing and no one but them. The two of them made their way back to the bedroom, laying down against the mountain of pillows and blankets in the bed with their breakfast. 

    - What do you wanna watch? - Y/N grabbed the remote from the bedside table before moving to cuddle against her boyfriend.

    - The witch wife show. - he said nonchalantely, kissing the top of his girlfriend’s head before digging into his pancakes.

    - Bewitched? How come a super soldier cannot remember the name of a TV show. It’s just one word.

    - I know the title. 

    - Do you?

    - Yes, but I just love it when you say it. 

    - You’re a goof, Bucky Barnes.

    - Yes, but I’m your goof.

 She rolled her eyes playfully before pressing play on the remote before pushing the comforter to cover them just up to their hips. Nothing else but the two of them, the TV and the golden daylight bathing them. Bucky Barnes was no longer defined by what he hadn’t had chosen, he was defined by the things that he loved and one of those things was the girl next to him, illuminated in golden daylight. 

[lovelylusts]

Stop the World || Alex Turner || Request

Pairing: Post-TBHC!Alex x Virgin!Reader

Genre: fluff, smut

Warnings: first time/loss of virginity, vaginal fingering, cute lil petnames like doll, handjob, protected vaginal sex (wrap it before you tap it plz), where can i find a man like this?

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: pre-rona times obviously. thank you for your patience, my dear anon! i hope this was worth the wait!

In which your first sleepover with your boyfriend of 7 months leads to your first time.

There were no words in the English language that could really describe your past few months with Alex. All of your boyfriends before him were terrible - self-centered, only ever talked about themselves, cheaters - but Alex was so different from them that you were nearly convinced he wasn’t human. He was always a gentleman, always ensuring that he would respect whatever boundaries you set in place - whether it be discomfort with PDA, or having to tell him you were not yet ready to take the “next step” in your relationship, he was always respectful towards you.

And that brings you to your first time spending the night at Alex’s house, roughly seven months into dating. To say you were nervous would be an understatement - you knew that you were ready for whatever may happen once you two were under the covers of his queen-sized bed, but you couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming amount of butterflies arising in your stomach as you neared his house, your overnight bag sitting in the passenger seat beside you and you gripped your steering wheel. You took the familiar turn into the driveway to the gate that led to the high-class neighbourhood in which he lived, filled with white two-story houses that were a bit too close together for your liking, pressing the four-digit code into the keypad before driving into his neighbourhood towards his house. As the distance between his house and your car closed, the butterflies in your stomach fluttered more and more rapidly, until you parked your car in his driveway and your chest felt heavy.

It’s just one night, you thought to yourself. Everything will be ok.

You dragged yourself out of the driver’s seat of your car, walking around to gather your bag of belongings from the passenger’s side before trekking towards his front door. Your hands were shaking lightly, your head feeling a bit fuzzy, and you began to fear that your nerves would ruin your quality time with your beloved boyfriend. But when you saw him open the front door, presumably after hearing your car door be slammed shut, you felt your nerves begin to melt away - not all of them, but you definitely felt a lot better than you did during your car ride.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted as he neared you to take your bag from you, his long hair tied in a messy bun with a few loose hairs flowing in the cool breeze. “How was your day?”

You were relieved that he wasn’t bringing up any of the pressures you felt regarding your night with him, and that he was going about conversation in his regular manner - whether or not he could sense your tenseness, you weren’t sure, but you still appreciated the normalcy. You carried on the conversation as he led you inside his house, which you always thought was a bit too big for just one person, and smiled as he turned to face you and bring you into his arms. You were enveloped in his warmth and distinct cinnamon-like scent, nestling your face closer to him as if you were scared of losing grasp on this feeling.

He always made you feel so warm inside.

Your afternoon together went as per usual, with him listening to your gossip about co-workers, and you listening to new demos and song ideas that he had come up with in the gaps between visits. But as the night drew closer and closer, and you stood behind him with your arms wrapped around his torso as he prepared dinner, you felt your nerves come back. You prayed that he couldn’t sense the sudden tenseness in your body, or the mild shaking of your hands.

“What’s wrong, love? You feel tense,” he said, concern laced in his tone of voice.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you lied in response, hoping that he wouldn’t ask any further questions.

“You sure?” he asked, as if he could see right through your lie. He moved over to dump the pasta into the strainer that sat in the sink before turning to look at you as he spoke, leaning against the counter. “Seriously, what’s going on? Are you nervous to spend the night with me?”

“I…” You lowered your head in shame, staring at your minor scuffed boots. “Yeah. I am.”

“Love, you know I won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with, right? We don’t have to do anything like that if you don’t want to.”

“The thing is that I want to. I really want to. But I’m just scared, because, y’know, it’ll be my first time doing any of that stuff, and I don’t wanna mess it up,” you admitted, unable to look at your boyfriend as you feared his reaction to what you deemed an overreaction.

“It’s fine to be nervous. If you’re really ready to take that step, then I promise I’ll be gentle,” he said. He turned away from you to divide the pasta into two bowls and cover them with meat sauce before placing them at the table - again, the table was quite big for somebody who lived alone, but you figured it was because he had company over quite often. You two tried to move past the awkward conversation from the kitchen, instead going over your respective work affairs with laughter and smiles.

By the time the sun had completely set, you were both immersed in watching a random sci-fi movie that he picked from his extensive movie collection, though your mind was noticeably elsewhere, your eyes on the screen, though you were not processing a single thing that happened. You were weighing your options, going through each pro and each con of sleeping with Alex that night: you could either wait and just put off your nerves, or you could do it now and not have to worry about it in the future.

“Alex, love, I think I want to get it over with,” you said. You could feel him tense up beside you, though he quickly relaxed himself so as to not worry you.

“Are you 100% sure?” he asked. “I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

You swallowed, trying to breath slowly and deeply to calm your racing heart. “Yes. I want to do it.”

He reached forward to grab the tv remote from the coffee table, the screen going black at the push of a button, before he stood up and reached out his hand to assist you in standing beside him so he could walk with you towards his bedroom.

The room followed a neutral theme with paintings depicting a variety of different autumnal nature scenes, and a few fake plants littered the window sill. He had a king-sized bed with very simple beige bedding, a few throw pillows centered on the mattress decorated with various stitched patterns in varying colors to stand out against the monochromatic setting surrounding. Unsure as to what you were supposed to do, you turned to face him as he approached you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asked, his already thick Sheffield accent growing thicker and his voice had become a bit deeper, softer.

“I am,” you nodded, looking deep into his dark brown eyes, seeing that his pupils had blown out as your eye contact continued on, before you felt him walking you backwards towards the bed until your knees hit the mattress, causing you to fall backwards onto the thick comforter. 

You watched as he unbuttoned his off-white button up, untucking it from his chocolate brown trousers and tossing it off somewhere, followed by the plain white wife beater he wore beneath it. You assumed you should follow after him and began to remove your own clothes, unbuttoning your blouse and throwing it to the side, followed by your pants.

“You’re so beautiful, doll,” he awed, a small smirk forming on his lips as he dropped his trousers to his ankles before stepping out of them. You could see that he was hard beneath his black boxers, and evidently he was quite big, which made you feel a bit nervous, but you calmed yourself by reminding yourself that he would take care of you. “I promise I’ll be careful, ok?”

“Ok,” you sighed out, your voice a bit shaky as he climbed on top of your nearly bare figure, pressing a kiss to your lips as he trailed his right hand down to play with the hem of your underwear right next to your heat. You felt the familiar tingle of arousal between your thighs as his fingers neared your sex, until you felt the pads of his fingers rubbing against your sensitive clit over your black underwear. You whined, bucking your hips against his hand and begging for him to further. “Please, I want your fingers. Please, Alex.”

Alex smirked against your lips, his hand pushing past the top hem of your panties until he was met with your soaking core, running his fingers through your arousal before bringing them back up to your clit to begin rubbing small circles over it. He kissed your neck softly as he listened intently to your sweet moans, taking in how your hips slightly rocked against his hand and your chest heaved. You felt a finger prodding at your tight entrance before slowly pushing in, your walls contracting at the odd intrusion - it was only something you had experienced on your own, but this was the first time somebody else had touched you this way. You never wanted to forget the feeling of his long finger thrusting against the soft spot within your walls. Ever.

“How does that feel?” he asked in a husky voice.

“S-so good,” you moaned out. “M-more. Another finger. Please, Alex.”

A second finger slid into your tight hole, a slight burn accompanying the stretch, but it wasn’t something you were completely unfamiliar with due to your own exploration through late nights on your own. His thumb still toyed with your clit as he thrusted his middle and ring finger against the internal sweet spot, leaving open-mouthed kisses, and every so often a hickey, on the skin of your jaw, neck, and collar.

You finally felt comfortable moving your own hand towards his body, a moment of confusion evident in the way he faltered for a bit before he realized what your intentions were, letting out a low groan as he felt your hand wrap around his hard member.

The two of you lied there, wrapped in each other’s warmth as you worked in tandem to prepare for the main event. You both momentarily forgot that you would be losing your virginity that night, though you were shortly reminded when a third finger plunged into you. Your thighs were shaking, the familiar knot growing in your stomach (notable quicker than when you were on your own.

“Alex… I think I’m gonna cum,” you whisper, unable to raise your voice in fears of being embarrassingly loud.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he coaxed. “Cum around my fingers.”

He groaned as he felt your walls tighten around his fingers, the motions of your hand around his cock pausing as you cried out his name, shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body as you came harder than ever before.

“You look so beautiful when you cum,” he said, pulling his hand out of your underwear and removing your own hand from his. “It’s not too late to change your mind.”

“I want you, Alex. I’m ready, I promise,” you said, still breathless from your orgasm. Although you were weak, you were still able to remove your bra and underwear; now your bare body was on full display as he worked on removing his own underwear, his large cock springing out from the cloth confines. From jerking him off, you could already tell he was well endowed, but now that you could actually see the member, your worries came back.

Is he gonna fit? How badly is this gonna hurt? Should I still go through with this?

“Doll,” he calls out, interrupting your train of thought. “We don’t have to do this.”

“I-I want to. I’m just nervous it’ll hurt,” you admit, leaning on your elbows and looking up at him, trying not to be distracted by his bare state.

“I prepped you, but if you’re nervous, I can do some more,” he suggested as he walked over the the nightstand beside you, opening the singular drawer from the dark wooden table, grabbing a silver packet - obviously a condom - from the disorganized drawer, before looking at you with concern.

“No need. I’m just nervous. Were you nervous your first time?” you asked with curiosity.

“Of course I was. But, I was also a horny teenager who was desperate to knock boots, so… Are you sure?”

You nodded quickly, watching as he tore the condom wrapper over and placed the piece of latex over his member before he climbed on top of you, holding himself up on his forearms. His member was resting against your lower abdomen, his lips pressing soft kisses to your next as he tried to soothe your worries. Before you knew it, he was grabbing his cock and lining it up with your entrance, asking you once again if you were ready, before proceeding to push forward. You cringed at the intrusion, a whimper leaving your swollen lips upon feeling the burning stretch of your walls as he pushed his hips closer towards your own, his thick length filling the tight virgin canal.

“You doin’ ok, doll?” he asked through a grunt. It wasn’t necessarily an unfamiliar sensation for him; however, it had been a while since he had been intimate with somebody on this level, and he had not been with a virgin in quite some time. Your walls felt so warm around him, so tight, and in that moment he felt so lucky that he had the high amounts of self-control that he did, because the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you.

“Y-yeah,” you whisper with a tremble, and you could feel the sting of tears forming in your eyes; you attempted to blink them away, but they only hazed your vision and trickled down your temples onto the Egyptian cotton pillowcase. “Keep going.”

He nodded at your wish, kissing you gently to distract from the ever growing pain between your thighs, whispering to you to keep breathing and stopping every few pushes to make sure you were reading to continue. He eventually bottomed out, and you felt as if you were able to finally breathe normally, melting into his touch as he brought a hand to your face to wipe the tears off of your flushed face.

“You’re doing good,” he praised. “Let me know when you want me to move, ok?” He ran a large hand through your hair, kissing you all over your face as you calmed down.

“I’m ready, Alex. Make love to me,” you pleaded to him, grabbing his biceps to brace yourself for the upcoming main. He slowly began to pull his hips away from yours, steadily dragging his cock out of your sopping heat before he pushed forward again at a matching pace, intently watching your reactions to make sure he wasn’t hurting you too badly. The pain was unlike anything you had experienced before, but you welcomed it with open arms and the knowledge that it would soon fade into something more desirable. So you waited. You waited with tears until the pain subsided, whimpers and sobs of pain derailing into breathy moans and cries of his name as you held him so closely that he felt as if you feared letting him go.

You felt as if you had reached the ultimate euphoria as you felt him thrust into you, though you were certain he was not going as hard as he normally would in fear of harming you - he was always so gentle with you, and he wanted to take care of you now more than ever so as to not make your first time unpleasurable.

He felt as if you two were made for each other in every sense of the word - it was the way your hands fit perfectly together, the way your lips felt against his, the way your laughter made him feel as if his heart was going to grow so large it’d explode, the way your small sounds of pleasure filled his ears as he filled you in a way he hadn’t filled anyone else.

The familiar knot was slowly tying itself in your core as he began to speed up his thrusts, the burn had subsided completely and now you felt as if you were weightless and floating as he pleasured you. Then his fingers had once again made their way between your bodies to make contact with your clit, rubbing circles in the same manner as before. Many soft sounds filled the room, such as his low grunts, and your quiet whimpers, and the bed creaking ever-so-slightly as he rocked his body against yours.

“I’m close,” you whisper against his skin as you wrapped your legs around his lower torso, the knot now too noticeable to ignore. Your orgasm washed over you almost instantaneously, your body shaking as you came so hard that you swore you saw inverted stars against the white-hot flashes behind your closed eyes, a loud cry of his name leaving your hips as he overstimulated you.

“Fuck,” he moaned out, the constricting of your walls bringing him closer to the edge; and before he knew it, he too was finishing, filling the condom with his hot seed. He rolled off of you, collapsing on the bed beside you as he came down from the intense orgasm. “Well… how was that?” he asked after the brief moment of silence.

“It was… amazing. Thank you, Alex.”

“Why are you thanking me?”

“Because I can.”

[taleasnewastime]

More than friends

Taehyung x reader genre: fluff word count: 1.3k

a/n: This is based, loosely, off something that happened to me in uni. Thought it was kind of a sweet story so have therefore turned it into a fic. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

You queue up for the club, the music booming out of the door. Taking a swig of alcohol from the hip flask you were hoping to sneak in, you nod your head to the music. Before you put it away in your bag you hand it around your group of friends. Each of them taking a sip and passing it to the next person. Just as it’s about to make the full circle back to you it is handed to Taehyung. Before he can take a drink however you grab the bottle off him, screw the cap back on and shove it in your bag.  

“I think you’ve had enough already,” you say.  

“Alright mum.” Taehyung whines making a few in your group laugh, while you just roll your eyes.  

You weren’t lying though. You had all had some pre drinks together before coming out, and Tae had had more than his fair share. In his defence it was a common occurrence for a few of you to get wasted before leaving the house, your motto always being that it was cheaper to drink at home than buy your drinks out, meaning you should drink as much as possible so you didn’t need to buy anything later on. Tae however had taken it to another level. What worried you most was that he had recently broken up with his girlfriend. He was obviously using alcohol as a way to dull his feelings.  

Finally, you make it to the entrance and after showing your ID you step into the dark room, the music now completely encompassing you. Before you can do much else Tae grabs your hands and drags you to where the mass of bodies were dancing.  

Laughing out, Tae spins you around before waving his arms in the air in an attempt to dance. You continue to laugh as your other friends join you, you all taking over a space on the dance floor to bust some moves.  

As the alcohol in your system slowly starts to take over your night fades in and out of focus. But you soon sober up when one of your friends grabs you and tells you that Tae is in a bad way. You let her lead you to where he was. As you neared you could see him propped up against a wall, swaying slightly. He doesn’t notice you approach, mind obviously somewhere else, but when you finally get to stand directly in front of him his eyes sharpen in recognition.  

“Y/N,” he smiles, attempting to stand up straight only to sway so much you have to take him in your arms to support him.  

“Hey Tae,” you say as you prop him back up on the wall.  

“I’ve missed you all night. We should go dance together,” he stands back up straight again, this time being steadier on his feet.  

“Do you not think it may be time we took you home?” As you are saying this your friend comes over with a cup of water trying to hand it to Tae.

“No and no,” he pouts, finger pointing in the vague direction of the water. “I want to dance, not go home.”

“Alright, how about you have some water and I’ll come dance with you for a bit.”  

You can almost see the clogs turning in his mind. His drunk mind trying to work out if you were tricking him or not.  

In attempt to prove you weren’t trying to poison him you take a sip of the water then extend your hand out for him to take the water. It seemed to work as he takes the drink off you, however only takes a small sip before setting it down.  

“No, come on, you can drink more than that.”

“But I don’t want any water,” he continues to pout.  

“You are so stubborn,” you roll your eyes at him. “Just drink the damn water Tae.”  

He glares at you slightly before picking up the water and downing it in one.  

“Happy?” He asks.  

You smile at him in response.  

“Now that dance?” He asks, holding his hand out.  

Taking his hand, he pulls you to the still crowded dance floor and then dances like he previously had in the night, hands waving wildly above his head. Laughing you copy his moves, the two of you not caring about anyone or anything else in the room.  

As the songs continue to play you almost forget Tae’s earlier state, however you are soon reminded when his eyes start to lose focus and his balance becomes unsteady. This time you are more insistent that you should leave and are soon basically carrying him out of the club and shoving him in a taxi.  

Getting out of the taxi is mostly the same, half carrying, half dragging Tae up to the flat. When you finally make it in you dump Tae on the sofa and then fall down next to him.  

Catching your breath, you feel Tae slump up against you, head leaning on you shoulder. Your breath catches in your throat. It was no secret that you liked Tae, well only a secret to the man himself.  

“Let’s watch something,” he mumbles into your ear.  

“You must be tired, why don’t we just get you to bed,” you continue to stare straight ahead, trying to steady your beating heart as Tae continues to lean on you.  

“Not too tired to hang out with you for a bit.”  

“Ok, I guess something quick wouldn’t hurt.”  

Picking up the remote you switch the TV on and settle back into the sofa. Tae leans into you more, his arm snaking around your waist.  

“I like this,” Tae says after a bit. “I mean being here with you.”  

“Yeah, I like it too.”  

“Sorry you had to baby sit me tonight.”

“Baby sit you?” You turn to look at him.

“I know I got too drunk and you had to look after me, sorry if I ruined your night.”

“You could never ruin my night,” you stroke his hair softly and he closes his eyes.  

“Still I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologising and watch the show,” you stop stroking his hair and turn back to the TV.  

Tae sits up off your shoulder and you can’t help feeling a bit sad, only for him to lay down on your lap. His hand takes yours and places it on his head.

“Keep doing that please.”  

Chuckling slightly, you continue to stroke his hair a comfortable silence falling between you as you both watch the TV.  

Slowly you feel Tae fall asleep on your lap. You continue to stroke his hair for a bit, but as you feel yourself start to drift off you decide it’s time to go to bed.  

Tae remains completely knocked out as you shuffle out from under him. You attempt to wake him so that he can go to his own bed but he remains asleep. As you stare down at him your heart rate picks up again. You often feel like you two could be more than just friends. However, you knew how vulnerable Tae was at the moment. His recent break up had really got to him, and however much you wanted to you knew that you had to be a friend to him before anything else.  

So, as you watch him sleep you give him a small kiss on the cheek before grabbing a blanket and pulling it over him. You give him one last look before going to bed yourself.  

[futurewriter2000]

Girls play Games, Women don’t. - pt.10 - final part

A/N: Okay, so here we are. I still haven’t started to write it, so this is just before part and after I finish and I’ll see if I’m going to make a epilogue? Or is it a prologue? Damn. I gotta google. - It’s epilogue.  I knew that, I just had to be sure. --- Finished. So freaking long but it was all just as I imagined. Even better tbh. I think we all deserve a good epilogue out of this.

XX

It was managable. It wasn’t perfect but you were a Slytherin and Slytherins are definetly known for their resourcefulness.

You were in your most comfortable sweatpants. They weren’t yours, they were Sirius’ and he didn’t mind sharing... to your knowledge. It was steamingly hot and you could barely breathe in the T-shirt, also Sirius’. Everything was from Sirius’ because you really hadn’t had a chance going back to your parents’ house to gather your things and leave peacfully.

You had just finished with all the exams Dumbledore was kind to give you so late in July but after the results, you are sure you will graduate and have your Hogwarts’ diploma.

Lately, after the exams you had done nothing but sit around this old, disintegrating apartment as Sirius just started his internship job in Auror’s office. He was usually late home and gone before you woke up. You two barely spent any time together but when you did he was always filling up the paperwork. He kept appologizing to you and saying he will make it up to you, which you didn’t mind but still missed him dearly when he left.

Now, you waited for the results. When you get results, you get your diploma and when you get your diploma, you can get yourself a job.

Until then, you have to deal with this apartment.

So you did.

You took the television from the unpacked box and with some hard effort moved it closer to the electrical socket. Since the cabel was short, you had to push the big box closer and was finally abel to turn it on. When you did, you skipped programe from programe on the buttons under the TV screen- you had no idea where the remote was- until you found the music programe.

Smiling to some background music, you stood back up and looked at the piles of unapacked boxes. “Let’s do this.” you smiled and started with the living room.

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Sirius was climbing up the stairs, panting and looking up at the pile of stairs that awaited him. He was exhausted from today’s work so much, he was afraid of apparating. His brain was drained as if the Ministry squeezed every bit of them until they’re dry like the desert. He just wanted to provide for you. He wanted you to have everything you want, not this apartment he had to rent and ask James for some money to lent. It wasn’t fair but he had to. For you.

He finally managed to get to the door, putting the key in and opening them.

He heard a music playing and he immediately sobered up. He was not tired as before since his ear felt something so relaxing and familiar to his ears.

‘ I know your eyes in the morning sun I feel you touch me in the pouring rain And the moment that you wander far from me I want to feel you in my arms again...  ‘

He smiled at the song. Bee Gees? He didn’t think you would know them.

He walked into the living room, finding sofa cleaner than before, a coffee table in front sinking into a furry rug he had no idea where it came from. The coffee table was glass and it had an adorable little cloth in the middle with a candle and two remote controls. He looked to his left and found the TV sitting on a small chest with two drawers.

That chest was broken? How did you make it stand up like that?

It was at that question his nostrills sense a nice scent of roasted chicken, leading him into the kitchen.

He walked to find you standing behind the counter, cutting the paprika fairly quickly with the sharp knife, your fingers carefully hidden under your joints. Your hair were up in a bun with a few strands sticking out and a headband around your head. You jumped your head to the song, singing softly.

‘ How deep is your love, how deep is your love How deep is your love? I really mean to learn 'Cause we're living in a world of fools Breaking us down when they all should let us be We belong to you and me.’

He let you continue without knowing he was standing behind you. He was afraid that if he says anything, you might jump and cut yourself with the knife.

The song changed to Brandy by Looking Glass and you started gently thursting your hips left and right, catching Sirius’ attention. You wore his sweatpants that fell so perfectly down your wide hips, hugging your curves just in the right places. Seemingly, you cut his shirt into a crop top, showing your lacy bra that peeked under the shirt.

Sirius couldn’t help himself to grin. Especially when the song changed again: Cheryl by Yung Gravy.

You put the knife down and grabbed the wooden spoon, sliding to the pot but not for stirring. “ Juice, sauce, little bit of dressing (Ooh) Ice, wrist, little bit of flexing..” you opened the lid and finally stirred the sauce, shimmying your shoulders as you did and making Sirius laugh behind you.

You jumped at the sound of his chuckle, looking at him with wide eyes and blushing completely red into your cheeks.

“You’re home!?” you exclaimed, touching your messy hair and looking down at your outfit, knowing you cut his shirt in half. “I- uh- it was really hot and uh-” he started to approach you with opened arms, grinning cheekily. “I meant to change before you came- uh- you’re-” he was holding you in his and kissing you softly on your lips. “- early.” you smiled as he pulled away, putting his hand on your cheek and brushing his thumb across it.

The song changed again:  George Harrison - My Sweet Lord

“Sweet Lord indeed.” he looked you up and down and started to kiss you again and as much as that pleased you, your sauce might got overcooked.

Giggling to yourself, you pushed him away a bit, still holding him around the hips as both of you swayed to the pot. “Oh, Lover as much as you want to, the sauce is dearly important.” you gave him a peck and stirred again, turning off the stove and moving the pot on the other side, letting it cool of.

“You did all of this in one day?” he asked, looking around the kitchen and how brightly it shined.

You looked over your shoulder, catching his eye and winking at him. “I had nothing better to do anyway.” you grabbed the apple cider and olive oil, mixing the salad.

“Can you just put the plates and cutlery?” you glanced at the drawers to the side and he didn’t think twice to argue. If he was honest, he was hungry just as he was exhausted.

“Don’t mind if I do.” he quickly set up the table as you turned to leave the kitchen.

“Okay, I’ll just go get dressed-”

“Dressed?” he quickly took your hand and pulled you back. “I prefer you in my clothes.”

It was your time to smile cheekily at him, tapping his cheek with your finger and matching his grin. “No, you don’t.” you gently removed his hands from your waist and left to your bedroom.

Surprised, he kept staring after you, wanting to go see but objecting himself. “I’m marrying this woman.” he kept smiling and hearing something tumble in the bedroom.

It didn’t take you longer than 15 minutes when you walked back into the living room, finding him in the balcony, leaning over the fence and smoking his cigar. As much as you hated him smoking, you knew it was the only thing that kept him awake enough to spend some time with you.

You followed as quietly as you could, placing your hands over his eyes and kissing his ear gently. You could feel him smile just by feeling his cheeks touch the edges of your hand. He put his hands over yours and turned around slowly.

When he opened his eyes, he found you wearing a silk, red dress, which hugged your hips, your breast and your thighs. The edge was a few inches above the knee, your hair pinned back and some curls nicely loose in front of you. They were still a bit messy but you did think you had more time before he came home. With no foundation, the cream made your skin glow in the light just perfectly, an eyeshadow gorgeously done yet never seen on you before, mascara outlining your eyelashes and black underline exposing your twinkling eyes he adored so deeply.

“Wow.” he marveled, taking your hands in his and putting them behind his neck. “I wonder what would happen if I was late?”

“You’d probably faint.” you joked and he let out a laugh.

He kept looking at you, his hands on your hips, then on your face to your hair to everywhere they could touch. “You look absolutely stunning.” he kept looking and touching, as if you weren’t even real.

“Thank you.” you blushed again, giving him a soft peck on the lips and causing his stomach to burst from all the butterflies.

He felt his hands clammy, his heartbeat rise up as the next tought entered his mind.

You noticed his uncomfort a bit and pulled yourself away. Insecurity entered your mind and you quickly felt too much exposed to him. “Is something wrong?” you asked and he shot his head up to you, finding you just as confused as he was when he heard you listen to Bee Gees.

“No, no, no, no. Nothing is- well-” he cut himself off, looking up at the ceiling and contemplating. “There is something missing with the whole outfit.” he grinned and you felt a bit angered by the comment.

You crossed your arms over your chest, giving him the intimidated, furious look you gave to most of the people that tried to control what you should wear yet there was something in the way his eyes avoided you and his mouth kept twitching into a smirk that let your retorts keep themselves in your mind and not on your mouth.

He reached his hand in his pocket, shaking it as he struggled to get it out but when he did, it appeared to paralyze you completely.

It was a small, velvet box and it didn’t take an great aritmanist to figure out what was inside. You slapped your hands over your mouth, preventing any odd noises to come out as he went on one knee and opened the books. He smiled at the ring but smiled brighter and wider when his eyes met yours.

“I’ve been waiting for the right opportunity to introduce the two of you but as patient I thought I was, tonight made me realize that I will definetly marry you... if you will have me.” he smiled as your eyes started to tear up. You tried to stay calm, tried your best to wait for the next few lines and as you did, he took a deep breath and asked: “(y/n)(y/l/n), will you marry me?”

You started nodding franatically, tears of joy escaping your eyes as he put the rind on and stood up. You jumped into his arms, kissing him and looking at him as he did the same. “Yes! Yes I will!”

“Thank God!” He breahted out, causing you to laugh.

“I told you before I would, didn’t I?” you pulled away, framing his head as he continued to beam at you.

“I wasn’t sure if that was you or the adrenalin back then.”

You started laughing again. “It was me, silly.” you started to kiss him again. He deepened the kisses as time passed, letting his hands roam your body until they found themselves carrying into the bedroom, completely forgetting about the cooked dinner in the kitchen....

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He continued to kiss your bare shoulder after. His hand travelled up and down your hip and thigh, then finally up your arm and to your hand. “You’re so much more flexible than I thought.” he growled into your ear, nibbling on it.

“And that’s after renovating the whole apartment.” you started to tease, interlacing your fingers with his. “Imagine what I would do to you if I’ve done nothihng but wait for you.” you turned your head to him only sligthly as he burried his nose into your neck.

“Oh, woman. You’re going to make me go crazy with that talk.” he kept nuzzling closer, making you laugh.

You turned around, removing his head from your shoulder and cupping it in your hands. He kept looking at you with that grey storm of his, softly calming down into a calm ocean water. His front curls fell on his forehead and his lips kept kissing your palms. He took your right hand into his and kept kissing it until his lips got stuck on the diamond ring. He kissed it gently and looked back up at you.

“Now, you’re really stuck with me.” he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close.

“Or you’re the one stuck with me.” you raised an eyebrow.

“We’re stuck with each other.” he continued.

“Oh, what a shame.” you smiled as he kissed you again and again, never getting enough.

All until something fell from the other room.

Both of you stopped to look at the door, glancing at each other and hearing another object- plate- shatter on the floor.

He got up the bed quickly, grabbing his underwear and pants as you did the same, grabbing the sweatpants you wore before and a larger shirt to cover most of your body. He gabbed his wand first, then passed down yours. Before he opened the door, he looked back at you and already found you more prepared than him.

“Do you-”

“No. You open, I go first.” you cut him off, tightening the grip around your wand and waiting for Sirius to open the door.

He smiled at your fierceness and prepared himself as well. That’s what he trains for- he opened the door and you stormed out and into the kitchen, pointing your wand at the dark figure sitting on the chair and eating the dinner you prepared for your fiance.

Sirius quickly followed, standing next to you with his wand pointed at the man as well.

“The chicken is done nicely... yet I see it missing something.” he grabbed the napkin and patted his lips as he stood up. “Curry maybe?”

“What are you doing here?” you growled, focusing your wand at him and going through all sorts of spells in your head.

His eyes glanced at your ring finger yet no reaction was readable enough to tell you what he thought. For you, it wasn’t needed to see a reaction. You already know what he felt; fury and betrayal.

“Congratulate you.” his voice spoke monotone and his lips curved into a smirk. “When’s the wedding?”

“Why are you here?” you persisted, trying to stay as calm as possible.

“Who’s the dramatic one now?” he gestured his hand to your wand as you rolled your eyes at him, scoffing.

“Must take after you.”

“So you still imply me as your father?”

“Do you still imply me as your daughter?”

“Heavily but yes...” he sat back down, leaning back and crossing his fingers. “Disappointed... but yes.” he quirked an eyebrow than glanced at Sirius, who only glared at him. “You’re training to be an Auror yet she’s the one in charge here?”

“Yes.” Sirius replied through his teeth, seething at him.

He looked back at you, placing his locked hands on the table. “I would have gotten you a stronger man than him. Someone who could take charge in your marriage... someone-”

“I don’t want a dominant partner. I want an equal.” you cut him off as he fell back in surprise. “He knows what I want and I want to know what the hell are you doing in our home?” 

He stood back up, rubbing his chin and leaning against the chair. His eyes were now narrowed, filled with something much more darker than before. “You know what I want.”

“No.”

His mouth twitched. 

“I am not opening the stupid box for you, especially if it’s really filled with so much more dark magic as it is rumored to be.”

He let out a chuckle, a wicked one indeed. He stared at you for one minute than the next he was already gone and holding Sirius with the tip of his wand pointing at his head. 

“NO!” you screamed but he only laughed.

“Hey, Sirius.” he whispered, tighting his grip around Sirius’ neck. “Maybe you should say hi to Devon McKingley for me.”

At the mention of that name, you lost it. You completely lost it, disarming your father immediately and stupefying him the next. He fell against the wall next to the television and the next thing you knew, you were using the crucifying curse on him, causing him to laugh and scream at the same time. 

Sirius behind you was gasping for air and strugling to get up as you approached your father, tears falling down your cheeks. “You think you can kill another man in my life, just because YOU DON’T LIKE IT!!” you bellowed, making his laugh turn into pain with the strenght of the curse. 

You stopped, letting him breathe a bit. 

“You don’t control me anymore.” you squeezed his cheeks together. “You don’t intimidate me, nor scare me.” you growled and pushed his head away, right into the wall so the sight spun in front of him. “You think I’m still your little girl trying to play your stupid little games, daddy?” you cooed the last word, provoking him a bit and earning a spiteful glare. “Girls play games. Women don’t.” you walked away, back to Sirius who took a hold of you, looking into your eyes as the Ministry popped into your apartment, due to the underage use of magic that was tracked from your apartment. 

It didn’t take you any effort to explain. People knew, all the wizards in the world knew what your father has done. Dumbledore went public with all the cases months ago. Your father was wanted for a long time but now? Now he was taken to Azkaban where he will rot till his death.

[regrettablewritings]

Modern!Jaskier x Reader Ship Meme

Prompts taken from this ship meme

Which one texts like a straight white boy?: Of course it would have to be our resident white boy. It isn’t even that he necessarily means to, there’s just an embarrassing amount of overlap between the messages a straight white boy tends to text, and those of your rising star boyfriend. You’d look more into it if it weren’t for the fact that you know there’s no actual malice in it, and because it’s just so sad that it’s funny. If one were to go into the photos saved on your phone, they would’ve surely come upon an entire album of screenshots you’d taken over the years, from when Jaskier would be on tour without you to when he’d just be resting at home while you were out at work. Things like: “Wat r u up to 2nit, cutie? ;)” “I’m probably just gonna play whatever’s on my Watch Later backlog on youtube until I conk out.” “Wild!!! anyway wat would u do if i was there rn~?” Or “Do u miss me? :(” “Of course I do ya dingus!” “Ok....Can we do a quickie over videochat?” “Jas i’m at the store.” “The point still stands.” Or “Watcha thinkin bout? ;)” “About how The Great Gatsby becoming public domain means there’s nothing stopping anyone from making a drag show interpretation called The Gay Dragsby.” “Aaww w/o me? ;)” “...” “WAIT NO I THOUGT YOU’D SAY YOU WERE THINKING ABOUT ME SHIT NO.” “BUT ACTUALLY DO GO ON IM KINDA INTERESTD.” If it were anybody else, you would’ve blocked them. But this wasn’t anybody else. It was your Jaskier: Your foolhardy, constantly horny, but never-short-of-loving Jaskier. And besides, not for nothing, at least they were something you could get a laugh out of.

Which one cried during a fucking Disney movie?: Once again, Jaskier is the guilty party. It’s no secret that he’s the more emotional of the two of you -- he wore his investment in Titanic with pride, after all. But it is a secret that the particular Disney movie to make him cry was Hercules of all things! Not Bambi, not The Lion King, not even Beauty and the Beast, but goddamn Hercules! (On another note, he also cried to Coco. But that barely counts: Literally everyone and their mother has cried during Coco. The only difference here was that Jaskier could relate to being a young man so in love with music while coming from a family that discouraged the pursuit of it.) This isn’t a knock on anyone who enjoys the movie, mind you, but let’s be honest: Out of the Disney animated canon, Hercules isn’t exactly the most . . . emotionally cathartic or heart-string-plucking of the bunch. But just because it didn’t go out of its way to create a crying frenzy doesn’t mean that it’s lacking in some humanity. It is, after all, still a Disney film. The problem is, Jaskier can’t even quite express why it made him cry the night you both decided to watch it. Maybe it had something to do with a young man most people took as a joke trying to achieve greatness? And to be fair, “Go the Distance (Reprise)” and “A Star is Born” differently when you’ve done some growing . . .

Who put a goddamned fork in the microwave?: It only happened once, but you’d never let him live it down. You like to joke that you’d left him to his own devices for just fifteen minutes so that you could take a shower -- of which was completely true -- and that was all he needed for things to go downhill. Nobody wants to think they’d be in the wrong for trusting a 20-something year-old to not be his usually somewhat distractable self. But that particular day, said 20-something year-old decided to occupy that little spot of time to himself with TV and a plate of leftovers. And normally this would’ve been fine and dandy. But normally, Jaskier would’ve just waited for the food to heat before searching for something to watch. It shouldn’t have been too big of an issue that it went the other way around that day, but apparently it was. As much as he wanted to (which honestly wasn’t by much), Jaskier just couldn’t tear his eyes away from the images flashing on the TV. The baby blues were set on the screen the entire while -- up until he heard a faint popping. Followed by a sound he normally only heard in a cheesy sci-fi movie. The problem was, he wasn’t watching anything even remotely science-fiction-y . . . All you were doing when you exited the bathroom was going to grab your lotion. That was literally all you had any expectations for. What you hadn’t expected to come upon was your boyfriend, hollering and diving over the sofa in order to scramble into the kitchen and stop that strange, not-good-sounding sound. Suffice to say, you had to put your shower on hold; it simply had to wait for you to finish fussing, then again for you to finish laughing your ass off. And again because if you entered the shower still laughing, you’d probably slip and break your head open and then Jaskier would have to deal with another possible emergency caused by himself.

Who does the silly hands-over-the-eyes “Guess who?” thing?: You can both be guilty of it, but Jaskier without a doubt does it more. Sometimes he’ll emerge from “his cave” (aka the little nook in the apartment where he likes to mess around and write lyrics or arrangements) on a break and catch an unsuspecting you sitting on the couch or at the dinner table. Other times, it could just be when he comes back from running some errands or doing a quick interview at the local radio station. You don’t mind it much . . . Especially since you can get a rise out of him by purposefully guessing the wrong person. (“Hmmm . . . Could it be . . . my mail-order husband? Boy, that was quick. And all the way from Russia, too . . .” “Uh, no.” “The milkman, finally accepting my invitation to commence a torrid love affair?” “Okay, you know damn well -- ” “Or better yet: My hopes and dreams have manifested, oh, Waluigi, could it really and truly be you!?” “What in the absolute fuck --”)

Who puts their cold hands/feet on their partner?: Because it’s usually himself who presents as being the more mischievous of the two, and because he tends to run the warmest, it always shocks Jaskier when you decide to play dirty and put your cold limbs all over him. Is it childish? Yes. But are his reactions to the sudden feeling of icy flesh hilarious? Also yes. You love to creep up on him when he’s tuning his guitar or scribbling down lyrics, or just minding his own damn business by trying to actually turn in relatively early for once. You love even more to watch him jolt and release the most high-pitched yip a man of his build could ever even joke about making. You’ll still be laughing about it as he scowls at you, cursing your “ghoul hands” and demanding to know if he’s dating a corpse at this point. Of course, no matter how peeved he might be, you can always count on one other thing from his dramatic reactions: Him huffily grabbing your hands into his own and rubbing them warm, or him forcing a park of fuzzy socks on your feet. And just for extra measure, you can be sure that he’ll spend the rest of the night holding you close or cuddling you -- “For exchanging bodily heat purposes,” he will always reason.

Who had that embarrassing reality TV marathon?: You both are guilty of it, actually. The question should really be, who is the least shameful about it. As with most things regarding a lack of shame, it was, of course, our dear Jaskier. Being a musician with a growing following, the little attention whore just can’t miss out on an opportunity to show himself off to his awaiting public. A rising star with relatability and a taste for trash? People eat that shit up! So you’ve learned to be less surprised every time he decides to liveblog himself watching things like Love Island or any of the 90-Day Fiancee spin-offs. In fact, in more recent times, you’ve come to join in with him, adding your own corresponding Tweets and commentary. Though don’t be too shocked once he starts holding polls and letting the public decide what show the two of you should watch next.

Who laughs more during sex?: You do, completely through Jaskier’s own efforts. Jaskier’s always had a pretty lax view of sex. This didn’t change when he met you, of course, but how he specifically portrayed that laxness did undergo some metamorphosis. Before, the entertainer was much more intent on his bedroom experiences being a display of power and an ability to please. Something dramatic and to be taken seriously. He still sees the importance of satisfaction in the bedroom, mind you, but with you, he can’t help but feel more . . . comfortable. With you, it’s a little more okay if he accidentally makes a dumb noise that in no way can be salvaged as sexy. With you, it’s a little more okay if he struggles to get his or your pants off, or if he struggles with removing your bra. And with you, he’s come to find that he’s a lot more okay with sharing a giggle or being a little more loose about things. It’s fine if your fingers tickle him or if he struggles to think of something proper dirty. But it’s even more fine if you think something he says or does makes you laugh, but not in a way that discredits his efforts. When you laugh, it shows that you’re comfortable with him. Comfortable enough to be with him, and be truly vulnerable. So do forgive him if he can’t help but run his fingers up your sides in a tickling fashion, or sloppily string together an innuendo. He simply loves how golden your laughter sounds, even in the throes of passion, intermingled with sweet whimpers and pleas of his name. How the heave of your chest and rippling of your tummy bumpily sync in with the rhythm of his thrusts . . . He just wants to see your smile, your genuine mirth, and bask in it with you. Besides, it serves as excellent song inspiration for him . . .

Who is the little spoon?: It depends on the sway of the day, really. As a whole, you both take turns without much thought simply because you tend to just fall into your positions. Some days, you just happen to lay into him in a way that makes you the little spoon. Other days, he conks out next to you in a manner that most could consider would make you the big spoon (or jet pack). Neither side really fights how it plays out unless one or the other may feel small and vulnerable, or just plain tired and in need of comfort. You often find yourself playing the role of the more dominating position during those first few days after Jaskier returning home from either a quick tour, or after finishing a long week of hours upon hours in the studio, or whatever kind of press-related nonsense his management team told him he needed to do. For as much as your boyfriend loved the spotlight, the truth was he was still quite capable of burning out and needing time to himself. Or, at the very least, just time with you. Even if that means he’s asleep for most of it, with you clinging to his back as he drifts off into a much-needed sleep. He makes sure to return it tenfold when you need just the same. Sure, your occupation may not be of the same nature as his own, but that didn’t mean you were in any less need of his cuddling. In fact, with him being gone as often as he was, Jaskier couldn’t help but feel almost guilty for not always being able to provide you with the basic comforts of being a constantly present boyfriend. Hence why the moment he would see your fatigued body crossing the threshold of your apartment, he would be all over you, ushering you into a quick shower, followed by a quick and simple dinner or snack, and capped off with him cuddling about you from behind. It didn’t matter if you’d come home right in the middle of a writing frenzy, or even if he’d been in the middle of searching for a breakthrough with an arrangement -- for as vain and bullheaded as Jaskier could be, he knew he owed you at least this much. You already put up with so much of his nonsense; this was quite literally the least he could do, both for you and for himself. Besides, he who was he to fight against the feeling of you wiggling closer into his hold, to deny himself the sound of your soft breathing as you lay yourself vulnerable to him? The fact of the matter is that he simply isn’t. He couldn’t be. Maybe in the beginning when things were still so unsteady and uncertain, but never now, when things had become so . . . well, what he could only describe as being ��the both of you”. The both of you, molded and entwined, never wanting to let go. Never planning on it, either.

[august-anon]

Dance if You Can

This is based off a headcanon/bullet fic I did in the discord a few months ago that Pineapple prompted. Hope y’all like it!

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ship(s): romo Prinxiety

Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Virgil/Ler!Roman, brief Ler!Virgil/Lee!Roman

Word Count: 2973 words

Summary: Roman held the unofficial title of “Best Dancer” whenever their friend group played Just Dance. Virgil, the new addition, was about to show him how it’s done, but Roman was nothing if not competitive.

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In the end, it was Patton’s idea.

While he, Roman, and Logan had been friends for what felt like forever, Virgil was a very new addition to their little group of friends. They all wanted to make him feel welcome (and Roman may have had other motives to do so, as well, but he wasn’t going to admit it), and thus Patton suggested a sleepover to really make him feel like his place in the group was solidified.

Logan, knowing his house was usually the favorite for such get-togethers, asked his parents and, as always, received a resounding “yes” (they loved Logan’s friends and the fact that Logan had friends). They shipped all of Logan’s siblings off to their own sleepovers for the weekend and told the boys to be as loud as they wanted, and that they wouldn’t be interfering unless they were needed.

Yeah, Roman thought, Logan’s parents tried a little too hard to be cool, but he loved them to pieces, and he had no anxiety over whether or not they loved him back (or Patton, or their own son).

But the reason Logan’s house was the favorite was the video games.

Logan grew up in a family of gamers. His father was a huge gamer even before he and Logan’s mom had kids, and he must’ve just passed the gaming gene down to then. The family owned every gaming system Roman could even hope for, and more (seriously, who even had a gamecube, anymore? Roman had forgotten they even existed) and every game they could want for any one of them.

But the sleepover was in full swing and Virgil was starting to adjust to the setting, so Roman decided it was time to show off a little and declared a dance battle.

Logan rolled his eyes good-naturedly, but he set it up anyway. He slid the Just Dance disk into the old, wheezing Xbox 360, because he knew Roman preferred the Kinect version as opposed to having to hold a remote.

They all take turns competing against each other, making fools of themselves and laughing at their pitiful scores. Well, everyone except Roman and Virgil. Roman’s scores were absolutely killing it, and he was entirely not shy about showing off. Meanwhile, Virgil seemed to be content just laughing at them instead of participating.

Well, that just wouldn’t do. Luckily, Roman had a solution.

The thing about Virgil and his budding friendship (and Roman’s budding totally-not-a-crush) was that they were very good at riling each other up. Whether it be play arguments, convincing one or the other to do a dare, or pushing a challenge that the other was too competitive to say no to, they always managed to get under each other’s skin in just the perfect way.

And one playful and teasing argument led to another thing, and suddenly Virgil was standing from the sofa and tossing off his hoodie (his hoodie! He had never taken it off in front of them! Roman had assumed it was a comfort thing and hadn’t pushed, but now he had a body shape and oh no, as if he wasn’t already smitten enough--) so that he can finally dance-battle Roman.

And Roman goes into the battle cocky and smirking. Patton and Logan had never been able to beat him at dance games, no matter what system it was. He was the declared dance champ of their little group.

But Virgil was good.

He was matching Roman move for move, eyes locked on the screen intently. Roman’s competitive nature finally got him to stop being distracted by the sight of Virgil dancing next to him without his hoodie, but even then, he couldn’t beat him. In fact, as Virgil started to pick up the nuances of the game more and more, he actually beat Roman.

There was silence.

“Woah…” Patton whispered.

Roman whirled and pointed an accusing finger into Virgil’s chest. “Absolutely not! It was a fluke, I was going easy on you for your first time playing. I demand a rematch!”

Virgil smirked at him. “Do I smell a sore loser?”

“No! Just -- get into your section!”

Virgil didn’t seem convinced, but he did as Roman commanded. And they danced to another song, Roman putting his all into it, but Virgil was still beating him! And Roman hated to admit it, but he was a little frustrated about that fact.

He didn’t mean to be a sore loser! He just wanted to show off, impress Virgil. Maybe tease him a little (kindly, playfully, maybe slightly flirtatiously) about being the better dancer, but now Virgil was using Roman’s own game against him!

After their third dance, Roman stepped back, panting and maybe sweating a little. Virgil. Infuriatingly, only seemed a little out of breath.

“You haven’t won,” Roman added, once again pointing his accusing finger, “I just need a minute.” He turned to the sofa behind them. “Logan! Fight in my stead! Weaken the enemy!”

Logan stood with a sigh as Patton giggled, probably both knowing Roman wouldn’t let up until he listened. “Why don’t we just combine all our scores against Virgil’s combined scores?” He suggested.

Patton immediately nodded and Virgil shrugged. Roman thought about it for a moment. It was 1am, and they were all pretty wiped from school and the unexpected workout of Just Dance. So Roman agreed. Three against one was hardly fair, but he wanted to win, dangit!

So he stepped back and let Logan take a dance. Logan, as always, wasn’t amazing, but he did well enough to not fail. His movements were robotic and somewhat uncomfortable, seeing as the nerd didn’t really dance otherwise, but he did better than Patton.

Then Patton took a turn against the new rising champion. He, as always, did abysmally, but none of them ever minded. He was more in it for the fun of the game, rather than the competition, and would often purposefully mess up the move to make them all laugh and let loose, seeing as Logan was often one to get lost in the competition as well. His score barely made a dent in their efforts to beat Virgil, but no one really minded when he smiled that smile at them.

And then it was Roman’s turn, again. His scores were up to their usual best again, now that he’d taken a breather and cooled off, but Virgil’s scores were still beating his, by an unfairly large margin. In his frustration, Roman slipped out of his own area a little on accident and, on one of the more dramatic moves, accidentally slipped his hand against Virgil’s upper ribs/armpit area.

Virgil flinched away and Roman heard a quick intake of breath. Then, Virgil quickly readjusted himself and continued beating Roman at this stupid dancing game. It didn’t matter, though. Roman had his plan, now.

It was easy for Roman to recognize that reaction for what it was. He had siblings, Patton and Logan had siblings that were basically siblings to him, and Patton and Logan themselves were like brothers to Roman. None of them were strangers to tickle fights.

Roman fought down a smirk. Just yet another thing their little group would introduce him to, tonight.

It was Logan’s turn again, next, and Roman sat back for a few minutes before enacting his plan. He waited until the first chorus to strike, waiting until a dance move where their arms are high in the air. He quickly spidered his fingers up Virgil’s ribs and into his armpits.

Virgil squealed and messed up, jerking his arms down a couple beats too soon and not completing the move. He lost a few points, and he turned to glare at Roman as best he could while still dancing, keeping the moves in his peripheral so he could copy them.

“What?” Roman asked, far too innocently. “I’m just making the competition a little more interesting. Surely a little tickling won’t make you lose, will it?”

And Roman couldn’t quite tell through dimmed lights of the gaming room, but he could’ve sworn Virgil went a little pink in the face, at that. He turned back to the TV screen too fast for Roman to fully tell.

“Just adding a little challenge, Virge.” Roman practically purred in his ear.

Now that did it. Virgil was just as competitive as Roman and Logan were. Just like how Roman had gotten him to agree to the dance battle in the first place, Roman had roped him into another challenge easily.

Roman dismissed the thought that he could probably be challenged into things like this just as easily, as well.

“Please,” Virgil scoffed, somehow even still keeping up with the moves on screen. “Like a little t-ti-tickling is gonna make me lose, Princey.”

Roman grinned. His plan had worked perfectly so far. Now all he had to do was tickle Virgil bad enough for him to lose.

“Oh? You don’t mind, then?” Roman asked.

Virgil didn’t reply, he just kept on dancing. But even through the lighting, though, Roman could tell that those pale ears had gone bright red. Roman kept his place behind Virgil and moved with him to the dances (because it would be cheating to physically impede him with something other than tickling, and Roman wanted to win fairly.. Well, as fairly as he could, now).

Roman resumed his spidering, this time on Virgil’s ribs and sides, while moving to the dance with him. Virgil’s shoulders shook a little with suppressed laughter, but he still kept up with the dance pretty well. Unfairly well. Aside from little jerks and squirms that weren’t really exaggerated enough to affect his score, Virgil had no issues keeping up.

Roman moved down to his legs briefly in hopes of breaking him, squeezing his thighs and kneecaps. He even skittered his nails and fingers at the backs of Virgil’s knees, or, at least, as well as he could with Virgil’s skinny jeans in the way (which, Virgil still had quite the reaction even then, which Roman would have to experiment more with when those knees weren’t protected).

Virgil’s giggles came deep from his chest, barely audible over the game, and he was still trying his best to hold them in by pressing his lips together tightly. But he also almost kicked Roman multiple times, and almost toppled over, so Roman decided the legs were a little dangerous for now and moved back up.

Before he could start on Virgil’s upper body again, Logan’s dance finished and it was Patton’s turn to step up once more. Virgil was panting the whole time, as they switched spots and began to look for their next song. Roman’s not so cruel as to not give him a break between dances. 

Since the new challenge started, Logan and Patton hadn’t said anything about it. That didn’t mean they weren’t clearly paying attention, though, shooting each other and Roman sly looks over the whole thing. Roman, frankly, was just happy they weren’t doing it where Virgil could see and decipher them.

He also kind of wanted to tell them to mind their own business, leave Roman’s weird flirting ritual alone, but there was no way he was saying that in front of Virgil. He didn’t want Virgil to know he was flirting, or know that Roman liked him. So Roman didn’t say anything. He just sent them both scathing glares before the next song started up.

And then the music started and Roman dove right in without warning or build-up. He squeezed up and down Virgil’s sides, then switched to kneading at his hips, then back to his sides and repeated the pattern. Virgil must have been pretty caught off-guard by the sudden attack, because he burst into loud laughter. But he still kept dancing.

Granted, his movements were far less smooth than before, and his laughter was starting to mess up some of his motions. He still did pretty well at not squirming, though, or stopping his dance to grab at Roman’s hands and defend himself.

But Roman was determined to win this, fair or not, now.

He reached around Virgil and claws into his stomach with both hands. Based on the way Virgil cried out and stumbled backward into Roman’s chest before catching himself and continuing trying to dance, Roman was pretty certain this was Virgil’s worst spot.

His laughter was the loudest sound any of them had ever heard Virgil make, and he was barely able to keep his eyes on the screen anymore. His dancing was, while nowhere near as bad as Patton, truly beginning to get terrible, now, and he was losing points fast. 

Roman glanced up and realized with a pout that the song was coming to an end. He figured he might as well go out with a bang, whether or not he managed to win, even if he had no clue if this little trick he was about to pull would work.

Roman stuck a finger deep into Virgil’s bellybutton and scratched at the inner walls, wiggling deep into the little divot. Virgil actually screamed before falling into hysterical cackling and going completely limp as the song ended.

Roman, for his part, was not expecting Virgil to suddenly ragdoll. With him being unprepared to catch the extra weight, Virgil managed to drag them both to the ground, where they landed in a giggly heap of tangled limbs (giggles courtesy of Virgil).

And then they looked up and--

Virgil’s terrible score from that last round still managed to beat Patton’s.

A series of offended noises escaped from Roman’s vocal chords, and Virgil’s residual giggles turned into victorious laughter as he watched the screen flash in front of them. He started poking at Roman’s sides with a smug, open grin.

“I still won!” He all but crowed. “I still won, and you all lost! Take that, Roman!”

Roman jerked away from each ticklish little poke and he couldn’t stop himself from blushing. Virgil was tangled up with him, practically on top of him, and he was happy and flustered and yet he felt kind of like a sore loser at the same time.

So to save face, Roman growled, “I’ll show you… taking that!”

Virgil started to laugh at Roman’s terrible comeback, and he started to make some sassy comment about how it didn’t make sense, but Roman didn’t let him get that far. He shoved Virgil’s shirt up and blew raspberry after raspberry around Virgil’s sides and against his stomach.

Virgil was shrieking and cackling and yelling, trying desperately to escape the little knot they got themselves into, but Roman wasn’t letting him get away that easily. He tightly wrapped all his limbs around Virgil so there was no hope of escape.

(Unbeknownst to them, all other sound lost to Virgil’s shrieking cackles, Logan sighed heavily. He shared a knowing half-smile with Patton as they made their way out of the room to give the two pining idiots some privacy and went off to get ready for bed.)

Eventually, Virgil managed to get a hand free. He shoved it up under Roman’s arm before Roman had a chance to defend himself.

The raspberries stopped suddenly as Roman broke into shrieking cackles and tried to wrench himself away on instinct, leaving them both lying on the floor a few feet away from each other.

Virgil was panting and still giggling, but he gave Roman a true grin and said, “You’re an idiot, Roman Prince.”

Roman tried to put on a suave face and rolled back over toward Virgil, planting a hand on either side of his head against the floor to loom over him. “You have an adorable laugh,” he murmured.

Roman could just barely make out Virgil’s blush through the low light, but he relished in it. He leaned in close to whisper in Virgil’s ear.

“And don’t think I didn’t notice that you never protested or said ‘no,’” he purred.

Roman could feel Virgil’s face flaming against his own and smirked victoriously. He pulled back somewhat to let Virgil see.

“Oh yeah?” Virgil muttered, and shoved both hands up under Roman’s armpits without warning.

Roman’s arms immediately gave out from under him as they instinctively drew in to protect himself and he collapsed forward onto Virgil’s chest. Virgil used that to his advantage and wrapped himself around Roman like an octopus, trapping him in a tight hug and wrapping his legs around him to hold him still.

He blew raspberries on Roman’s neck, squeezed and scratched at his sides, forced his fingers past Roman’s arms and back into his armpits (clearly having figured out Roman’s worst spot rather quickly). And then he let Roman go. Roman stayed draped across Virgil’s chest, panting and still giggling, relaxed now that he was all tickled out.

“You never said ‘no,’ either,” Virgil whispered smugly.

Roman tried to quell his embarrassment, play it off by muttering, “Guess we match,” into Virgil’s shirt.

And then, Roman wasn’t entirely certain who started it, they were kissing, right there on the floor of the gaming room in Logan’s house.

And when they pulled back, Virgil gave him a teasing grin. “You sure have a real weird way of flirting, Ro.”

Roman sputtered for a moment, but he was smiling, too. “Shut up,” he eventually managed, “or I’ll tickle you again.”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Maybe another time, I want to go to sleep.”

Roman leaned in, his grin taking on a mischievous edge. “Another time, huh?”

Virgil blushed again and shoved his face away, but he was chuckling along with Roman.

They pulled each other up and got ready for bed, joining the others in Logan’s room and cuddling until they fell asleep. And if someone wound up waking someone else with tickles… well, that was nobody’s business but their own.

[namluve]

this fic is entierely based on @prisczero​‘s fanfic “melody companion” as a valentine’s day gift for her as a part of the ‘made with love project’ by @bangtansmutcentral​! the idea and characters are entirely zero’s. enjoy!

proofread by lovely hannah @spicykoreantatertots​ 

paring: yoongi x reader

genre: fluffy fluff with a hint of smut!

rating: 16+

warnings: making out, touching

word count: 1.6 k

summary: you and yoongi had been dating for the last three weeks now and were in for a movie night together where you ended up spending the night at his apartment. 

It has been over a month, almost two now, since you met Yoongi for the first time. Since you met your soulmate. The fact that you had a soulmate still felt so weird to you. Not to mention, that your soulmate was Suga from BTS.

The two of you had been dating for about three weeks now. Seeing each other once or twice a week only, due to Yoongi’s busy schedule. Thank God for cell phones so the two of you could still chat and talk whenever he had the time. He could still hear whatever music you were listening to. Sometimes, if you were listening to something sad, he would check in on you. Asking how you were feeling.

Never had you felt such warmth in your life, having someone connected to you, who also took great care of you. Paid attention to details and wanted to know about your day. Always listening, always making time for you in his busy schedule.

Sometimes, he would open up and tell you things about him that he had not told anyone else. Trusting you would keep it to yourself. Which you did. The relationship between the two of you was a secret to the outside world. You wanted to keep it that way, selfishly, you wanted Yoongi all for yourself.

As you waited for him to get home, you decided to play some music and read the latest book that had grabbed your attention. Yoongi had given you a spare key to his apartment a few days ago, saying you were welcome whenever. He felt safe with you and wanted you to feel at home too, as he did with you. So, he invited you tonight for a movie night, which you were thrilled about. Sitting on his couch without him felt a bit weird but Yoongi had told you to go straight to his place after work since it was closer than yours. So that is what you did, and now, you were waiting patiently for him to get home.  

As Yoongi was on his way home he felt happy. He had picked up some takeout food and as he stood in line to order he could hear his song. The song he had made for you. Smiling widely as Yoongi knew how much you loved it. Based on the countless number of times you had listened to it and the times you had told him how much you adored it. Even on his most stressful days, it always made him happy to hear you listen to his song. Once he got the food, he hurried his way home. Excitement rushing through his body as he could not wait to see you again.

As you were reading, you suddenly heard something behind you. Taking off your earphones you saw Yoongi, opening the door and walking inside the apartment.

“Heard you were listening to music, didn’t want to scare you so I knocked.” Oh, so that was the sound you heard. You watched as he started to bend down to set the take-out food down on the floor and you quickly rose to your feet. Standing up from the couch. 

“Let me help you with that!” Making your way over to him, you took the bag out of his hands. Yoongi silently said a ‘thank you’ as you met his eyes and you smiled at him. Placing the food on the table in front of the couch you waited for Yoongi as he took off his coat and shoes. Once he sat down next to you, the two of you started to discuss which movie you would watch. At last you ended up watching ‘Crazy Rich Asians’ as you ate your food.

Once the movie was over, you had almost fallen asleep in Yoongi’s arms. His left arm around your waist, your head lying against his chest. His body turned a bit towards yours, so you had more space for your head against his chest. His right hand had been massaging your hair scalp for the last ten minutes, the reason you were so relaxed and sleepy right now.  

As Yoongi removed his hand to grab the tv remote to turn off the tv, you sighed and wined. Wanting him to continue. Chuckling, Yoongi found himself looking longingly at your face. Studying it, as you started to pout. He could not help but shake his head, barely believing he had his soulmate right here, in his arms, pouting, unhappy that he stopped massaging her scalp.  

“Sleeping beauty,” he called, trying to get your attention. Scoffing, you slowly open your eyes. Still lying against his chest.

“I wasn’t sleeping.”

“Hmm, sure you weren’t,” Yoongi murmured against your hair as he kissed it. Working up the courage to ask what he had wanted to ask you last time you had been at his apartment. Hesitantly, he stiffened his body as he nervously asked you, “would you wanna sleep over? I mean like, nothing like that… just… sleeping in my bed. Next to me?”

Your head shot up at his question, you were suddenly wide awake. Studying his face, you could see that he was nervous by the way he bit the inside of his cheek. You had never slept over at Yoongi’s place before, neither had he at yours yet. Of course, you were nervous. The two of you were taking things slow. Making out was even still new to the two of you, but you could not help it. Being in Yoongi’s arms like this felt so good. So, you said ‘yes’.

Yoongi had lent you one of his oversized t-shirts, a black one. Reaching just below you butt and covering all of the most important parts. Still, you felt exposed. Your legs were on display for him and Yoongi would lie if he said he was not checking you out.

Lying down in his bed, Yoongi held up the covers for you to lie down next to him. Climbing in, you lied down next to him. Your back almost touching his chest as Yoongi wrapped the covers around you. His arm loosely around your body. The both of you breathing uneasy, the nervousness hanging in the air. Turning around, now facing Yoongi you knew you had to say something to break the silence.

“Not gonna lie… I’m a bit nervous.” Yoongi smiled at your confession, finding comfort in knowing you were just as nervous as him.

“I’m also nervous… In a good way though!” he exclaimed before continuing, “I’m just… really happy you are here with me, you know?” He paused for a while, taking his hand to push back a strand of hair that had fallen onto your face, “I really like you.” 

Yoongi was really good at showing he liked you but did not always say it. Hearing this made your heart flutter. Yoongi nervously smiled at you, waiting for your reaction.

“I really like you too,” you said, smiling back at him. Suddenly, Yoongi was hit with the urge to kiss you.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispered, wanting to take it back the second the words left his mouth. Afraid of how you would react. Nodding, moving slightly closer to him, you closed the gap between the two of you. Your lips gently touched his as you left a peck on his kiss that left you wanting more. This time, you kissed him a little harder, a little longer than the first time. 

His hands moved further down from your face, resting dangerously close to your chest. Breaking the kiss, he looked you in the eyes, moving his hand over your breast. Carefully, searching for your reaction. 

“C-can I?” He asked and you nodded. You started worry about what he would think about your breasts but all of that disappeared once he started to touch you. Gently squeezing, feeling the weight of them in his hand. As his hand found your perked nipple, he rolled it between his fingers. Earning a whimper from you. All the blood flowing right down to his cock at the sound you made. 

“You sound so pretty,” he confessed as he gently kissed your lips, “and feel so good.” His words had you moaning, subtly asking for more as your body started to crave more of his touch. So, your hands found their way around his body, exploring as you pulled him in for another kiss as he continued to caress your breasts. 

Soon, the both of you were heavy panting, making out. Exploring each other’s mouths and bodies. Yoongi’s hand wandered down, to your thigh on its own accord. Causing you to shiver. Breaking the kiss, Yoongi looked into your eyes as they fluttered open. Your cheeks a shade darker, breathing uneven as his hand rested on your thigh.

“Is this okay?” he asked, and you met his gaze before answering ‘yeah’ and going back to kissing him. You had missed kissing him the few seconds he had pulled away and it was a great distraction from the hand that started to softy rub circles on your thigh. 

Breaking away from the kiss, Yoongi knew he had to stop himself before he wanted more. Moving his hand up from your thigh, he pulled his arms around you. Pulling you closer to him. Trying to think of anything that could make his boner go away. 

“You are so soft,” he murmured as his forehead rested against yours. Chuckling, you whispered a ‘thank you’ to him. 

“Do you want to go to sleep?” he asked, and you nodded, giving him a last peck on his lips before the two of you wrapped your arms tightly around each other. Your face pressed against his chest. Legs intertwined. Your breathing becoming even, matching each other’s as the two of you fell asleep. Happy, warm and loved.

My review of: Melody Companion

I feel in love with this fanfic when I read it and that was the reason I decided to write something based of it. The story was so cute that it had me squealing the whole time, wanting nothing more than for them to meet asap. The idea was so unique, Yoongi hearing what the reader listens to and writes a song for her? Sign me up. Yoongi knowing she was at his concert because he could hear her listen to their music? God. Yoongi not knowing if he would ever see her again? Devastating. So well written that I have actually read it at least three times. I simply adore it! 

Zero, I hope you enjoyed your gift and happy valentines boo <3 

[kinghoranshit]

Tell Me A Lie (NH) Ch 5

Word count: 1455

Warnings: kissing, softness

A yelp left me as I rolled off the couch, which was followed by a groan. I rubbed my forehead that had hit the leg of the coffee table and squinted at a curled up Niall.

We really fell asleep on the couch. 

The TV held the “are you still watching” screen for who knows how long. I found the remote to turn the TV off, then I sighed as I looked at Niall. He was now stretching out, cracking his muscles, and yawned. As he sat up, he wiped his face before he looked up at me. 

“Good rest,” he mumbled. 

I laughed, it came out hoarse and I coughed in an attempt to clear my throat. “Yeah, definitely.”

He looked like he was about to ask if I was okay, but he stood instead. “Breakfast before or after we get ready?” 

“That’s-” 

“No, it’s not. You choose.” Niall shot me a look. 

I vaguely rolled my eyes. “Uhm… How about after.” 

He smiled. “Perfect.”

I grabbed my stuff before following him upstairs and he lowkey dropped me off. He tapped his hand on the trim as he awkwardly leaned against it. “Hey, what’re you planning to wear today?” 

“Depends on the weather outlook I guess.” I shrugged. “Why?” 

“I…” He coughed into his hand. “Thought we could match a little.” 

I couldn’t help the laugh. “Adorable. Well, uhm, let me check the weather.” The screen lit up once I’d lifted it and unlocked it. The weather was supposed to be cooler today. I could get away with a sweatshirt look. I took out my vintage, navy golf sweatshirt, white tennis skirt, white crew socks, and tan sneakers. 

“I think this is what I’m gonna wear.”

He smirked. “Okay, I think I’ve got something to match. See you in a bit.”

I nodded. “You too.”

Internally I cringed after he was gone. You too? What the fuck was that? I tried to not overthink it as I ran a shower and quickly cleaned up. I blow dried my hair before I pulled it up into a messy pony, then clipped my slight bangs back with two small pearl barrettes. I didn’t have the energy to try super hard on my makeup, so it was a simple concealer, light brown eyeshadow, and peachy tinted balm kind of day.

When I looked at the fit in the mirror, immediately all the negative thoughts ensued - the most present one being that I was frumpy. It was meant to be. I had to remind myself that, and even if it wasn’t, being frumpy isn’t a bad thing. Like most people, my style was inspired from photos on pinterest. I wouldn’t even pretend that my outfits were original if someone asked. But I did enjoy my clothes so that’s what mattered. 

My mini backpack matched my sneakers, which were louder on the stairs than my barefoot feet. I cursed even though it was literally just Niall and I, and we were both awake. Whistling sounds from the kitchen and I swifted in to see Niall dancing in front of the stove. 

I held back a laugh. “Breakfast and a show? I’m getting the five star experience around here.”

Niall wore one of his own golf crewnecks with white shorts and white Nikes. It was way more reminiscent of the days before they disbanded. Though his style hadn’t changed much since then. He looked… good. 

He turned off the burner and shook his head. He plated scrambled eggs and avocado smeared on some sort of bread, then slid one of them to me. “Don’t worry, it’s dairy free.”

My heart fluttered. I nodded. “Thanks. Looks delicious.” 

***

Niall and I walked down the main of Melrose, hand in hand. I tried to focus on Niall as we walked. Dirty looks seemed to project in my direction. Social media was easier to handle to be honest. 

Despite how delicious breakfast was, my stomach rolled in itself with nausea. I found myself humming a small tune to distract myself.

“What’re you humming?” 

I glanced at Niall, flushed, and stopped. “It’s nothing.”

“Let’s not play this game, Kelly. What is it?”

I sighed heavily. “It’s a… It’s a song from one of the story playlists.”

Niall brightened up. “What song?”

I cleared my throat. “Superhero by Lauv.”

“Oi! I love that song. It’s a bop.”

“Agreed… It’s not for the Stone Cold series. It’s an individual project.”

He opened his mouth, but I cut him off. “No, I’m not sure if it’s something I’ll share with the public. It was originally a shits and giggles purge Tumblr fic, but then I decided to rewrite it as an episodic screenplay.”

“I can’t say it’s something I’d enjoy, but I’m sure there are a lot who would.” His phone buzzed so he pulled it out to check. His hand squeezed around mind and he slowly came to a halt. 

His eyes gazed into mine. He rested one hand on my cheek and the other on my hip. I tried not to look or feel confused; it wasn’t working. I was still unaware when the hired paps were going to be nearby, but they must be now. I attempted to put on a show smile, taking a step closer, and rested my hands on his torso as we leaned in for a kiss. 

His soft lips so carefully touched mine. His hand snaked to the back of my neck and the following kiss was much more passionate. Then they were gone. 

I was stunned. That seemed way more than a friendly kiss. I didn’t have much time to process as Niall entwined our hands again and pulled us toward a store as the paps “swarmed” us. When we were in a more secluded area of the Gucci store, I tugged him to a stop. 

“What was that second kiss?”

“I don’t really know… It needed to be believable.”

I snorted. “Well, that felt pretty damn real.”

Both of us fell silent, and he tapped his fingers on the display table. “It… Wasn’t. It was just for show. Did you want anything in here?”

I raised my eyebrows. There was definitely a better answer than what he gave me, yet it was a can of worms that didn’t need to be opened. I cleared my throat. “I can’t afford it.”

He lightly smirked. “Melrose is full of luxury stores. It’s on me. We could get something matching?”

“Nialler, that would be crazy.”

“Crazy fun, you mean.” His eyes sparkled as he bit his bottom lip. “Come on, let loose!”

I overlooked him a few more seconds, just to antagonize him. Finally, I sighed. “Fine. But not from here. No one would believe you bought something from Gucci, even for me… What about Versace or Burberry? They’ve got dope trousers and accessories.”

He shot me his look with one eyebrow cocked. He didn’t say a word. 

I rolled my eyes. “You know I’m on pinterest a lot.”

“That… sounds ideal.” He reached his hand out for me to take. “Let’s do it.”

***

When we returned to Niall’s mansion with bags of belts, shirts, and trousers that evening, we covered news articles and social media. All used the few photos taken, the star being the second kiss and it looked very much… believable. Modest! sent praising emails for how well this first outing was. It was an odd appraisal. 

“Hey, what if we went to a couple bars tonight?” Niall suggested. 

“Will there be any dancing involved?”

“Nnnn- yeeesss,” Niall answered by gauging the emotion on my face. 

I laughed under my breath. “I love a good club if you’re down. We can always save it for tomorrow night. Saturday might be better anyway.” 

“It’s LA, Kelly. Every night is a good night to drink and dance. That life never dies here.”

“I can’t tell if that’s a good thing or a bad thing,” I admitted, narrowing my eyes at him.

He pecked my cheek. “I’m Irish, of course it’s good. Leave in an hour or so?” 

I hesitated. “I… How about tomorrow night? Today was a lot to be honest.” 

He nodded. “Yeah, yeah! Whatever you want. Any ideas for dinner?” 

A small smile spread on my lips. “Tacos?”

“Sounds good to me,” he replied. “I’ll get it set up.”

“Thanks.”

I snuck upstairs to the guest bedroom and flopped down onto the bed. My body sunk into the jersey soft comforter and I let out a tired breath. Lazily, I scrolled through all my notifications, replying to all the text messages from my friends and parents. They all bought that Niall and I were legit. Obviously that’s good, but also it leaves a terrible taste in my mouth. 

Next: Ch 6

[Masterlist]

[pikachunas]

Rand of the Lost

His name was Randall. She had met him online a month before, when he messaged her something both witty and charming, some reference to her profile; the type of message a good man sends you. It was immediate banter and mutual interest-- his topical jokes made her laugh, his music taste was effortlessly aligned with hers, and on top of it all, he even seemed to have money, or so he claimed. You see, in his profile, he had typed “I’m not very successful and I have no friends.” 

Confusing, or maybe just funny? She wasn’t sure how a modern man measured success, her older immigrant father equated success with money...and of course, her exes never had any. The promise of a dinner she wouldn’t have to throw a twen down for was alluring, plus, he had a sense of humor, and even a college degree.

In terms of appearances, confusion struck her once again, though. She poured over his photos on social media, trying to make sense of what she was seeing. They seemed to be from his adolescence-- the face of an older boy with the initial stages of pubescent facial hair, but round baby-faced cheeks and large childlike eyes. He only had three photos-- one just a headshot, seemingly against a pillow. Another, him in a bed again, surrounded by dogs, only his face was visible, the rest obscured by comforters. The third was him in a chair, small legs dangling, brushing the floor ever so lightly. Surely, this was an older photo too, the man in the picture was a wisp, with a child-sized body, and smallish sneakers. He had told her he was short, and of course, she paid this no heed. Her lovers and boyfriends alike were of varying shapes and sizes...height made no difference to her. Her weakness was glaring, though it had nothing to do with physical attributes...she was a sucker for a songwriter. So she forgot about the photos, because, well,

Randall wrote songs.

Perhaps this is why she overlooked his barrage of excuses every time she asked to meet him. First, he wasn’t feeling well. Then, a bad day, a crummy mood. Sometimes he had to bring his dogs to the vet, his sister to work, his grandmother to the doctor. It was always something new and just sensical enough to keep her from questioning him. 

One night, they were speaking on the phone (the most involved form of interaction they had experienced thus far), and the question came up again, “Let me just come over, yeah? You don’t have to worry about anything, we don’t even have to go anywhere...could we just watch a movie?”

    “Michelle, you’re like my O.S., it’s like that movie, ‘Her’, you know? If you’re real, it’ll ruin it. We have a cool time talking on the phone and online, can’t you just stay virtual?”

    He said all this with a glimmer of laugh in his feminine and nasal-driven voice, daring her to push harder.

    “What if you see how hideous I am and don’t want to be friends anymore?”

She snorted at this statement, tickled at the notion of a man feeling insecure in this manner. 

    “That’s not gonna happen, goof, I know what you look like” she said, all the while considering his photos...maybe she didn’t know? 

    The next day, he messaged her. 

        “Have you ever seen Brokeback Mountain?” it read.

        “No...that the gay cowboy movie?”

        “Yeah, dude. It’s one of my favorites. Come over tonight and watch it with me. I promise I won't flake”

Michelle was as nervous as she was excited. She couldn’t help but think Randall was hiding something about his appearance, or lifestyle, or something. There had to be a reason he was so reluctant to meet her. Her mutual friends with him talked about Randall as if he didn’t even exist in real life. Like he was just holed up in his room, the hermit of Cohoes-- who was charismatic and smart. It just didn’t make it any sense.

    She got dressed, and anxiously set off to meet him.

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Michelle entered the house, drawing her hands to her face in shock as she opened the door and processed what was before her. The house looked abandoned...white walls stood barren, lined with dust and dog hair, spiderwebs clung to every corner. She turned to her left and saw an unfurnished living room. To the right was a kitchen, looking equally unused and dusty, the only appliances- an old microwave and a milkshake machine. Bizarre. This was bizarre. 

The murmur of a television came from a door a few feet away, and she cautiously pushed it open.

From the large bed in the center of the room, she heard a wry “hey cute”, that sounded like it came from 100 feet away. Michelle stepped forward, and saw the smallest, roundest head peeking out from the folds of a blanket-- like a pea, in a much-too-large pod. 

Her eyes scanned the rest of the room, she saw a plastic dresser of sorts, literally exploding with bills of various sizes. She could see hundreds scattered on the floor, on the desk against his wall, wads of cash strewn about like candy wrappers. It was a hoard of money. 

    Randall lay on his back, arms by his sides, lily-white palms facing the ceiling like a corpse. His body was shockingly small, like those children in St. Jude commercials: muscles atrophied, trembling slightly, skin soft and pale from lack of movement and fresh air. His skinny white arm came out from beneath the covers, outstretched, asking for a hug, and a smile slowly spread across his small and spherical face.

“Woooow…” Michelle said haltingly, “it’s like...cool to finally meet you...finally…”

She sat down on the edge of the bed, rejecting his advance, a big black dog stirred and then settled. 

“Randall...are you like, sick?” she asked.

    “No, it’s just my body. It’s small and useless, my mom drank when she was pregnant,” he quipped, as if it were a joke.

It wasn’t a joke, Michelle thought, look at this guy.

She slowly lowered her body onto his bed, feeling a nervousness she had only felt in hospitals and special education classrooms. 

Her limbs were tense, terrified of crushing his body beneath her. His body that barely made an impression beneath the bedding, comically tiny amidst the queen size mattress. Michelle inched closer to him, forgetting her fears about Randall’s fragile form, succumbing to the advances of this lawn jockey she was so fascinated by. 

His palm caressed her leg, moving down from her foot to her ass, miniature fingers hooked into her leggings and began to pull them lower. 

Michelle raised her hips, allowing her pants to come down more, exposing her thick cafe au lait colored thighs, and a pair of what she considered were her “sexy” lace panties.

“Hah!” Those underwear are awful, they look like something my grandmother would wear.” He wheezed with laughter.

    “What the FUCK”, Michelle yelped, stunned that the intimate time they were having was interrupted by such a comment. Randall looked confused, but a grin still lingered on his lips. A self satisfied expression. She couldn’t handle it. 

Grabbing the tv remote from his Lilliputian hand, she threw it across the room, eyes welling with tears. 

    “Screw you, what the fuck kinda man says that to a girl?”

    Michelle began putting her coat on, not the type to be insulted by anybody; especially horrified that this infantile dwarf would try her.

Randall groaned a high-pitched sound of distress, like a creaking floorboard. “Dude! The Devils are playing in 15 minutes!” He peeled the covers off of his weak, pale body. Gripping the edge of his mattress, he dragged his useless skinny legs onto the floor with a thump, and began a demented army crawl across the room, like something from a horror film. 

Michelle zipped up her boot with one hand, bending down and snatching the remote off of the floor, before Randall could heave his pathetic body any closer. She put it atop the door jamb, unreachable to the invalid before her.

Randall slapped the hardwood with his soft small hand. Collapsing into a puddle of freckles and tattoos. He loosely gripped Michelle’s ankle as she started to leave, and looked up at her with those big blue eyes,

    “Hey...fuck...” he let out in an asthmatic whisper, “you...my man.”

                The end.

[soft-hard-peaches]

Reaction: Taking Care of Drunk SO

~fluff~ ~crack~

Kim Seokjin

After eating dinner alone for the 4th time this week, you've become accustomed to eating in front of the television watching dramas to fill the lonely air. Because a comeback is nearing, the boys spend all their time prepping and finely tuning the choreography and music to make sure everything is more than perfect and you are more than understanding of his career. But none of the less, you still feel a bit lonely without your partner. When Jin comes home, it's usually after you've cleaned up and gone to sleep. Plus when you wake up his already gone or walking out the door. Tonight the solitude gets to you. Sitting like a pretzel on your shared loveseat, you have your dinner in your lap and a glass of wine in hand.

"His is sooo dumb! Who would he stay with her!?" You slurred at the show you're binge watching. "I'm over this!", you say as you watch the next episode. As the show buffers, you hear the door unlock and out comes your beloved bf. Tired and worn out from his schedule but mostly shocked that you're still up.

"Y/n? Why are you still awake?" he questions you with a low and groggy voice. As he heads to the couch next to you, he grabs your glass and puts it down, then leans down to give you a peck. With a exaggerated puff, he asks how much wine have you drunk. You pout saying just a few. He gets up from the couch just to drape his body on you and the loveseat. You lazily reach your hand down to stroke his soft black hair, causing him to hum softly. Your fingers slow down as you close your eyes.

"I miss you Jinnie" in a hush without realizing you said it out loud. Jin looks up at you to see a slight gloomy expression that paints your face. He lays still for a couple of minutes after your fingers stop, signaling you've fell asleep. He slowly gets up, praying you don't wake up. He softly places your dishes in the sink and turns off the tv. He goes to the bedroom to get the bed ready and goes back to softly pick you up. You mutter something but the only thing on Jin's mind is taking care of you. He knows how much you love him and how patient you are, especially during heavy scheduling. He loves you just as much as his career.

He tucks you in bed and strokes your cheek, marveling at you beauty and soft sighs. Once he's done with his shower, he comes back to bed and lays under the covers beside you. When you feel the sunken pressure of the bed, you scoot you body and lays head on his shoulder. Jin shuts his eyes tight trying not to laugh at his cute S.O.. "Goodnight love" he whispers to you as he wraps one of the arms around his torso. "'night looove" you sigh in a sing-song manner.

He smiles.

Kim Namjoon

"One shot! Two shots!!" Taehyung and Jungkook chants at you and Jimin as you two toss back shots of soju. The rest of the boys cheer you two on as the once chill dinner party turns into an all out turn up before anyone even realized it. It likely happened after your bf Namjoon said he was shock at first at how much you can hold your own at a bar causing Jimin to get competitive and the rest of the maknaes instigating. But Joon didn't mind. He was sitting across the room with Hoseok enjoying he show.

"Wooow! Y/n is awesome" taehyung said in disbelief. "She practically and of us" Yoongi yells from god-knows where. "Ahhhh that shot was spicy" you complain sticking your tongue out trying to cool your mouth as Jimin falls down laughing. You feel a large hand on you shoulder causing you to look up. It's Joon with a glass of water ready for you like he was waiting to rescue you. And you react as if he was your superman.

"MY HERO!" You clasp the glass with both hands as you look up adoringly at your tall and beautiful bf. The sweet but glassy look in your eyes flustered him. Causing everyone to taunt you both like a bunch of middle schoolers, especially Jin and Hoseok. Joon pulls out your chair so you can rest and hydrate then pulls out the next chair for himself.

As the night goes on everyone is playing a board game. The game goes on too long for everyone's liking and decides to let you be the tie breaker between Hoseok and Joon. Tipsy you say they should do aegyo with ot5 agreeing with too loudly that Namseok couldn't protest. First Hoseok did his signature cute noises and faces but everyone groaned except you laughing. Next is Joon, who hesitated but made a smirk face, displaying his dimples and sultry smize. Without hesitation you lean in and kiss him on the lips causing everyone to groan again.

"Did I win?" Namjoon asks excitedly.

"No, Hobi wins" you say matter of factly.

Everyone cheers but you and Joon. "Why didn't I win?" He ask sadly. Grabbing his shoulders to pull in closer to you. "I said cute not sexy" you wink at him. Causing him to get flustered again.

Min Yoongi

After coming home to your shared apartment after a nice dinner with all the boys, Yoongi drives you both home to the hum of the soft radio. Eyes closed, you try to listen to the radio but your head is spinning. Because of the silence, Yoongi thinks you are asleep but in reality you are festering. And you stay like that till you feel the car pull up to the drive away. Shocked that you are awake enough to hop out the car by yourself. He follow you to place his hand on the small of your back to keep you balanced but you don't react.

The silence was left unnoticed by your boyfriend because your both pretty quiet at this hour but he definitely felt a bit a tension. You head in opposite directions as he goes to the kitchen for water and you start undressing on the way to the master bedroom. He makes his way to the bedroom, placing a glass of water on your bedside dresser, and search for comfortable pajamas. You finally walk out of the bathroom wearing a tank top and pyjama pants. Yoongi watches you as you sit on the bed like a pretzel while you fiddle with you nails.

"What?" Yoongi ask frankly.

"What." You respond.

Your boyfriend finishes knotting the drawstring of his pants then walks up to you.

"Did you enjoy the dinner?" He tries to get you to talk.

"Yes... Did you?" You don't look at him.

Ready to give and go to bed, he responds. "Yeah, the steak was good and the guys were cheery as usual." He sits on the bed gearing to lay down. " I bet you have fun. Knowing Kookie was there..." You say under your breath. Yoongi sat up, looking at you puzzled, "what are you-". You cut him off, finally looking at him with red eyes. "You like him better than me Yoong, I already know! Jungkook told me"

He sits there even more confused. "You let him get away with bothering you but when I do it, I'm a brat!"

"You are a brat" he chuckles at you making you huff and pout. He sees that you're still tipsy so he's finding your scene cute and he tells you so. "You're cute y'kno that right?" He grabs your hand and gently pulls you on him. Still pouting, he reaches up to caress you cheek as you hold onto his hand, "I'm cuter than Jungkook, right?" you as him. The position you're in and the look on your face causes Yoongi to blush.

"You're way cuter than him now. But when when he was younger-" you stop him with a kiss. "I'm kidding *kiss* You're *kiss* the cutest *kiss*." You giggle and carry on you night together.

Jung Hoseok

After a strenuous comeback season, you finally get to spend quality time with you boyfriend and you both were excited about it. Your relationship was fairly young still. Introduced by neutral friends, you both hit it off almost instantly. After you two were paired to sing a duet together during karaoke night with friends, you both quietly agreed to sing as loud and as off-key and possible and put on a show for everyone. The end of that night, he asked if you wanted to go out again and 5 months later you two are cuddling on the couch enjoying your time.

With a table full of half drunking booze and discarded snacks, you two layed there in pyjamas and comfy clothes, surfing Hulu for a good show to no prevail. "Y/n-" he tries to ask you something but you already have an answer, "there's nothing on Hobi". He puts the remote down in defeat. You reach out to grab your beer, waiting for some type of activity to be proposed.

"Alexa, my Hot Mix" you hear the chime go on and off

"Playing your Hot Mix playlist" it responds

Suddenly you hear your boyfriend's energizer music play as he gets up. You watch as he starts dancing in front of you. Smiling ear to ear, he looks like he's having the time of his life. "Get up and dance." He calls you up to join but you sit there watching him for a bit. "You said you were bored so come dance with me baby." He grabs your hands and leads you up with him. You slowly dance with him unconfidently. Hoseok notices your stiffness and changes the playlist.

"Alexa, play Extra Hot Mix" it chimes on and off.

"Playing Extra Hot Mix playlist."

The music changes to from high energy to slow and sexy. Hoseok puts your arms around his neck loosely then his places his hands on your hips. He guide you to dance to the slow pace of the song as you both look into each other's eyes.

"Better?", he ask with a smile.

"Much better" you respond happily.

Park Jimin

The atmosphere of the club is just as intoxicating as the drinks they served. Your friends egging you on with shots sounded like a good idea till half pass 12, when you were clinging onto your designated drived/boyfriend: Park Jimin.

He didn't like you drinking but he's just glad to be there to watch over you but promised he wouldn't overbearing. He sat at your booth and watched as your friends and you danced and drink for a few hours. He made sure no perv would bother any of you. That was his promise to some of your girl's boyfriends, and he took that job very seriously. He was always nervous when you'd leave to your favorite club with your friends, for obvious reasons, so he wasn't going to give up this chance tonight.

"JIMIN..", he finally hears you over the booming bass and spots you signaling over to him. He maneuvers through the crowed to get to your group. As soon as he's close enough to you, you snatch his hands to put them on your hips. Before he can process it, you are backed up on him, gyrating on him in a circular motion, sloppy. He rapped his arms around you and buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your warm perfume. Suddenly, he's carrying your weight as you've reach your drunken capacity.

"Baby are you okay?" There was a pause after his question. With a sluggish giggle you responded, "...of course, love.." But he know you were done.

You close your eyes and when you opened them you were in the front seat of Jimin's car. You could hear you friends laugh and chatter but you're too tired to look back to them. As you adjust your self on the seat, you looked at your boyfriend. He was stone faced, eyebrows sticked seriousness. You closed your eyes.

You grumbled as your feet is lifted from the ground but you're still in and out. You come back after feeling a soft surface underneath you causing you to moan softly. You try to open your eyes but the room is too bright. You feel a familiar hand cup your cheek, you practically purred, head still spinning.

"Are you ok?", you hear his soft song-bird voice question you and you respond with a nod and giggle.

"Do you want me to clean you up?"

"Yes please", you opened your eyes to smiled at him.

He leaves your side for a few moments then you feel weight on the bed again. You feel a slight tug at both of your eyelids as he took off your lashes first. Then you feel a cold, damp cloth on your left side then right side, then lips. Finally you smell your cocao butter lotion making you giggle again. Expecting it to be cold but it wasn't. His warm hands gently rubbed the moisturizer on your face and neck. "Thank you Chimmie" you said sweetly causing him to smile and kiss your lips.

Kim Taehyung

Small-hand in large-hand as you both walk down the street surrounded by night life. Friday night was always so crowed but the congested streets caused you to cling to your boyfriend of 3 months. But neither of you complained about the skinship. Sheepish smiles painted both your faces. You stumbled awkwardly on your wedges. You try to walk upright without him noticing your tipsy fumble. "Y/n? Are you ok?", he stops and pulls you to the side to look into your eyes. "Yeah, I'm fine. I- I must still be a bit tipsy."

You start trudging without him, trying to walking off the embarrassment but he easily catches up with you. Dating is still new to you both so you are easily flustered. Walking side by side but no longer holding hands, you two walk about half a block till something catches his attention. "Oh!", he exclaimed causing you to look up at him. He takes your hand cooing at you with a boxy smile, "let's stop by the mini market." You follow him without protest to the florescent, quiet market with calming muzak. You both nod at the welcoming workers but he let's go of your hand again and walks off.

Left alone, you walk around looking at the different brands of bubble gum on one part of the rack and oddly placed constipation pills on the other half. This makes you chuckle goofily till you hear Taehyung's low voice call you. "What kind of snacks do you want?", he waits for your response.

"Umm, bbq chips.", you say still cheesing.

"Any other snacks?", you hear his voice in the aisle behind you.

"Surprise me..", you walk down to see him but when you hit the corner, his gone. You stop at your tracks wondering where he went. Suddenly you hear the him say "just this" followed by beeps and the cashier asking cash or card. You proceed to walk down the aisle and hearing the cashier as if he needed a bag to his response, he ask for one. Finally you're through and you see him. Bag of snacks in hand, smiling thank you at the worker. Then he looks to you. When you two make eye contact, he walks over to you, one hand out asking for yours and you obliged. Smiling sheepishly.

"I bought us snack.", he grins cutely.

You brought up his hand to place it on your lips and plant a sweet kiss "Thank you."

Jeon Jungkook

"Kookie Kookie Junggukkie" you call him to the living room.

Walking out of bathroom, he wondered what you needed from him so urgently, "Y E S, my drunken sailor. What can I do ya for?" He slaps his cheeks, trying to sober himself up. Once he steps through the hallway, he see what shenanigans are in store.

"Where and when did you get THOSE?", he is puzzled to see you with green and red lightsaber in both hands. He walks closer to his zany girlfriend but you stop him by pointing your plastic sword at him. "While you were in the bathroom, I was studying the blade." It takes him time to process everything then responds with a laugh, "that's not a satisfying answer babe." No less, you hand him a sword, steps away, then challenge him. He takes a dramatic pose and you match his drama. "Fine, but I won't go easy on you cuz I like you."

You both lunge at each other. Shouting and making your own special effect noises. No score keeping, no rules, just dumb laughs and good times. "You think you can win against me?", he laughs at you. He taps you on the side first, then the leg on one side then the other. You're unstable from the drinks and the horseplay. You fall to the ground theatrically after the last blow. Still holding on to your sword, you lowered your head whilst Jungkook laughs in a cocky manner. "I warned you, Sailor. I wouldn't go easy", he brushes his hair off his sweaty forehead, closing his eyes.

You respond softly, "yea... well I won't either.." You slice the plastic sword against his right thigh, making him fall. Then you take out his sword wielding arm. He cries in anguish. Now your above him and he's looking up at you. You put the cold fake sword to his shoulder, "I started and finished this fight". You've defeated him.

He looks up at you adoringly as you look down in triumph.

"You complete me."

[ancientwastedlores]

The Support System (Ch: 3)

SUMMARY: The Avengers have managed to collect all the infinity stones across the universe, and are currently keeping them in far corners of the world, only for research and to see if they can improve the planet and its people. Reader is a researcher with Tony Stark and Bruce Banner, as well as a field agent. Loki is currently serving time for his actions in New York City in 2012.

A/N: Find it on AO3 here. Links to the first two chapters are below. I’m quite enjoying posting, it gives some order to life after my Masters. What does one do after all the education? I’m lost. I’ve been just been writing and cleaning my house. Oh well. Enjoy! 

Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2 

Chapter: 3/? 

Warnings: N/A

Audience: general.

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CHAPTER 3:

After sending the email to Strange and helping Tony and Bruce around the lab for a bit, the three of you walk into the dining room with Tony loudly announcing ‘PROGRESS!’ 

Everyone cheers, and you take your seat at the table. ‘You can unlock the stone then?’ Vision asks. 

‘Yes, I’ve just asked Strange if he can help’.  ‘Good, Bruce told me I might have to speak to it like I’m a cousin, so I'm hoping for an expert's opinion’. 

You laugh. Everyone is served dinner by Samantha, and after some have said their prayers, you all begin eating. 

‘How’s prep for the extraction?’ Tony asks Natasha. 

You tune out now, and no one engages you in conversation either. You’re lost to people when you eat, everyone knows that. Your thoughts wander to Loki finally, something you’ve kept locked away the whole day successfully. You think about the stuff he told you last night. You liked the company, but you wouldn’t dare admit it; your lack of personal ties made it easy to go on your missions. Everyone else around you acted out of fear for their loved ones as they carried out a mission, and you liked not needing to feel that. No. You couldn’t take that responsibility. You continue your meal, and now you’ve already started thinking about the Reality Stone, and your little ‘Harry’ joke. 

After dinner, the Avengers head to the bar. The next day is a weekend, so people are letting loose. It’s been thirty minutes, and Wanda is already singing some Sokovian song. You laugh at the silliness of the mighty heroes unfold before your eyes; Thor is drunkenly challenging everyone to lift his hammer, and laughing at them as they all fail. Steve tries to again, and again, it moves ever so slightly, causing Thor some panic. 

You’re still sitting at the bar stool, sipping your second drink, when Loki comes and sits next to you. 

‘Hello’ he says.  ‘Hi’ you smile at him warmly.  ‘I tried to make the first drink you made me last night’ he smiles like a little child, and extends his glass towards you. ‘Try it?’ 

You take the glass and take a sip. The vodka is definitely watered down with cranberry juice, and the raspberry liquor was lacking, which didn’t give it the kick you like. 

‘Not bad’ you reassure him. ‘But it’ll take you about ten of these to get halfway to where you were last night’. 

He laughs. 

‘I’ll show you’ you hop off the stool and go behind the bar. You take the shaker and pour some ice into it. You pour about two shots of vodka and a little less than half a glass of cranberry juice, followed by some raspberry liquor. 

‘What’s that?’ Loki asks. ‘I didn’t add that’. 

You tell him, and he goes ‘aaaah’. You smile. Closing the shaker and shaking it, you prepare a glass with your other hand. You find yourself shaking it to the rhythm of the music playing in the bar. 

‘Now you pour’ you pour the drink into the martini glass, and top it with a comical number of umbrellas, which gets you a laugh this time. ‘Try it’ you slide the drink across the bar towards him. He sips and smiles approvingly. ‘Let me make you another’ he offers. 

You move from the bar, and he tries to recreate the drink. You take a sip and congratulate him on getting it absolutely right. 

You spend the rest of the night making different kinds of cocktails for each other. You teach him some good pairings, and he tries to experiment with things that shouldn’t go together, but somehow do. The rest of the Avengers are singing and dancing, some of them making grand confessionals of love to each other (mostly Tony and Bruce), but you and Loki are still at the bar turning your noses up and laughing at the terrible choice of green apple vodka with red bull. 

‘That was absolutely terrible’ Loki says laughing, pushing the drinks aside. He sits down next to you, and the two of you have worked your way to an old fashioned. You watch the others gather around Thor for some reason. 

‘You feeling good?’ you ask Loki.  ‘Very much’ he smiles at you. ‘Thank you’.  ‘It’s no trouble’ you pat him on the arm. ‘Do you want to head to where they are?’ 

He hesitates, and you notice, but he says yes. You both take your drinks and head to where the rest of the Avengers are; when you get there, you see Tony taking his fifth try at lifting the hammer. You wonder how a man barely able to stand wants to engage in Thor’s game. 

‘Hey, I haven’t tried yet’ you announce.  ‘COME!’ Thor says, his laughter booming. 

You give your drink to Loki and walk up to the hammer. The rest of the Avengers are howling and giggling, and you hear Tony go ‘I believe in you kid!’. 

You smile and grip the handle. You wink at Loki. Loki smiles back at you. You clear your throat and pick the hammer easily off the table and lift it over your head. You’re met with stunned silence. You’re sure that action alone sobered Tony up, and Bruce just starts to cry. 

‘How… what?’  ‘I am worthy’ you smile at him, still holding the hammer above your head. 

He is still absolutely shaken, and flops down on the couch, still staring at the hammer in your hand. He looks like he’s about to burst. 

‘Okay, I’m kidding’ you bring it down to your side. ‘It’s an illusion. Loki helped’ you grin as you place the hammer back on the table. 

Everyone looks at Loki. After a few seconds, Bruce breaks the silence, ‘I want a video of me holding the hammer up and mocking Thor, can you make that happen?’ he asks. 

Everyone laughs, including Loki, while Thor tries to protest. Everyone else’s requests for Loki drown out Thor’s complains, and having accomplished your mission, you take your drink back from Loki and sit down. 

xx

Later in the night, everyone else has gone to sleep. You’ve put on some soft lounge music and are sitting at the bar. You finish your drink and turn around in your stool to take in the scene. Tony is asleep on one of the couches. Vision is trying to drag Wanda back to their room. Thor has passed out hugging his hammer. Bruce is asleep sitting up in another couch, with Nat's head on his lap. A smile escapes you. You’d fight to the death for these dorks. 

You flip the lights off, so the only light in the room is from the city. Heading to your room, you hum a tune to yourself. 

You open your room door to see Loki sitting on a chair by your bed. He smiles when he sees you and holds up a DVD cover. ‘I heard it’s a good movie. Would you like to watch it with me?’ 

It’s a copy of Doctor Who, Season 1. 

‘Where did you get that?’  ‘The library’ ‘We have a DVD library!?’ you exclaim. You didn’t think those even existed anymore.  ‘You’ve been in the tower for a year!' 

You shrug, saying you mostly just stream shows on your laptop and don’t bother with a DVD player. He points out that the TV in your room has been gathering dust, and now he knows why. 

‘Well, that’s not a movie, it’s a TV show. It’s about time travel’.  ‘Oh. Well, I hear it’s great’ he flips the cover in his hands nervously. 

You smile, knowing you’re the one he probably heard it from. ‘Pop it in’. 

He gives you the widest grin and goes to the huge flat-screen that’s been going to waste for the past year. He puts the DVD into the player and you grab the remote to hit ‘Play’. Without even thinking about it, you’ve made space for Loki on the left side of the bed again, and patted the side as he walked over. He gets in under the blanket with you, and sits there watching the first episode. 

[monstaless]

On The Low - Part Two

Author: @monstaless​

Relationships: fwb!Bambam x Reader, some JB x reader

Warnings: angst, smut, language, my possibly incorrect Korean (which I guess in the context of this fic is okay), some Vagabond spoilers (if you haven’t watched it yet, 10/10 highly recommend)

Song - On The Low by Justin Park

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: I’m not sure how I feel about this. I hope you guys like it though! The third and final part will be finished and posted, hopefully, soon.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

They were going on month two of their arrangement. Bambam had no complaints. She didn’t expect much from him. He didn’t have to text her everyday. He didn’t have to ask how her day had been. Although he still did both of those things fairly often as he would with any of his friends. They still had dinner together regularly and she still watched his cats if scheduling had him out of town. The sex was only getting better with time. He had no complaints at all. Not one.

He still hadn’t told anyone other than Yugyeom about it though. If he had plans, that was all he said. Just a simple “Sorry, guys, I’ve got plans this evening.” Though they all exchanged looks, none of them pushed for more information.

Yugyeom, of course, was curious about the situation and always had questions. Were they just secretly dating? What exactly were they if they weren’t dating? Were they exclusive? Was she seeing other people? Was he seeing anyone else? Did Bambam like her as more than a friend? Did she like Bambam as more than a friend?

He didn’t have all the answers though. He’d never done anything like this before. He wasn’t even sure that he understood the situation completely. It was like they were dating, but still in many ways it was completely different.

Bambam: Netflix and chill? I can supply dinner. Y/N: I don’t really feel that great. Bambam: Oh god! Are you contagious?  Bambam: Am I going to be next? How long have you been sick? Y/N: No haha It’s not that kind of sick. Bambam: Oh...do you need anything? Bambam: We can still Netflix and chill.  Bambam: I’m bringing you something sweet. Be there in 20.

He was on his way home anyway and didn’t mind stopping by the nearest Thai restaurant to grab her favorite treat. Especially, if it would make her feel even the slightest bit better.

She opened the door and stood behind it in sweats and a sweater that was way too big. His heart stopped for a moment. He was sure of that. He’d never seen her look so cute. He almost told her, but rethought it. Was this what he was missing out on most of the time? What would she look like in his sweaters?

“Sorry, I know I look terrible.” She must’ve mistaken his silence for disgust. She brushed a strand of hair that had come loose from her braid behind her ear and looked at the floor.

“No, you don’t,” he argued, holding the bag of food out to her in order to avoid having to say more. She took it and looked up at him before even checking the contents.

“Is this what I think it is?”

“I dunno. Depends on what you think it is.”

“Mango sticky rice?!”

“Yup,” he chuckled, feeling very proud of himself. “I thought it might help you feel a little better.”

“You’re the greatest!” She pulled him inside, closing the door behind him. “Wanna watch Vagabond with me?”

“You finished A Korean Odyssey without me, didn’t you?” he asked in disbelief. She gave him a sheepish grin over her shoulder.

“I couldn’t help it. You know how much I love Lee Seung-gi. He stole my heart,” she laughed. He did know how much she loved Lee Seung-gi. She swooned over him every time she saw him: TV, magazines, commercials. All of it. It was hard not to know how much she loved the actor. “Also, I couldn’t just stop there. The suspense was killing me. Do you want something to drink? I have hot tea.”

“Sure, I’ll take some.”

She ushered him to the sofa and he took a seat to wait for her return. She handed him a cup of tea and a fork for his container of sticky rice before sitting down next him. Then cocooned herself in her favorite fuzzy blanket and reached for the remote.

He shot her a look as she pressed play on Vagabond without starting it over. He looked at her in disbelief.

“You better start this whole series over for me, if you want me to watch it with you.” He made a face at her when she hesitated. “I’m not kidding. I’ll leave right now and take the sticky rice with me.”

She pouted, but went back to the episode selection to start it over. She scooted in closer to him so that she could lean against his shoulder. Then popped open the mango sticky rice and dug in.

“Oh my god! Why would you make me watch this? That poor kid!” He protested in horror as he swiped at his watering eyes. They were still only on episode one. She didn’t answer and he looked over to find her asleep, cuddled into his side like it was the most natural thing ever. His heart skipped a beat. He’d never seen her like this. She’d never fallen asleep during a show and she was rarely this cuddly. They’d never been in a position like this. He didn’t know what to do. He could wake her up, but then he’d lose this moment. He could let her sleep, but then she might miss something in the show and she’d be mad at him. 

He turned his attention back to the TV, but now he couldn’t refocus on it. Not with her snuggled up to him like this. He made his decision.

“Y/N?” he nudged her gently. Then repeated her name a second time. She opened her eyes and then, realizing where she was, sat up quickly. “Do you want me to go home so that you can get some sleep?”

“You don’t have to. Sorry that I fell asleep on you,” she murmured. “I’m just super tired. I think I’m okay now though.”

But Bambam wasn’t okay. The image of her sleeping peacefully on his shoulder was burned into his brain. A glimpse of what he could have if they were more. Something he could have every time he was home. This was one of the things he was missing out on. This was the difference, he realized.

She was hanging out with JB. She’d turned him down for JB. He tried not to feel betrayed. He knew that she and JB were friends and that they hung out regularly. He also knew that his request to hang out had been last minute and she’d been planning to hang out with JB for the past week. She’d told him a week ago about her plans and in his excitement, he’d forgotten. She’d even told him that he could join them.

He couldn’t occupy all of her time though and he had nothing to be jealous of. He’d agreed to this situation. Even if something happened between her and JB, he couldn’t actually get mad about it. He’d known all along that exclusivity wasn’t part of the deal. 

It just bothered him that it was JB. If it had been any other member, maybe he wouldn’t have felt so insecure, but he knew that she was into JB. She’d been into JB since the first time she met him. Everyone knew.

Y/N: Sorry that we couldn’t hang out today. Y/N: JB is about to leave. I can make it up to you when he leaves, if you want 😏 Bambam: You know that I’m not gonna turn down apology sex.

“Damnit, Bam. People are gonna ask,” she grumbled as she stood in the bathroom inspecting the mark he’d left on her skin. She shot him a look over her shoulder and he replied with a shrug.

“You can use makeup to cover it, you’ll be fine.” He hoped she wouldn’t though. He wanted JB to know that she was seeing someone. He didn’t know why he was suddenly so jealous of JB. Maybe it was because the other day, JB had asked him about her. JB’s curiosity was making him concerned that their arrangement might end soon. He knew that she liked JB. She didn’t try to hide it. She got all smiley when they were texting and if she was around him, she couldn’t keep her eyes off of him.

Lately, she had been spending almost as much time with JB as she spent with Bambam.

“What’s up with you? You’re weird today.” She pointed out as she sat next to him on the bed. Her annoyance about the mark had dissipated. She was genuinely concerned and he felt a pang of guilt for letting his jealousy get the better of him. “I’m sorry we couldn’t hang out earlier.”

“It’s not that. It’s just...work stress. I’m sorry,” he offered.

“You know you can talk to me about it, right?” 

“Of course. It’s just the usual stuff. I’ve got a lot of work to do. I should probably go.” He tugged on his T-shirt.

“Oh. Okay. Um, text me if you need anything,” she offered as she followed him to the door.

JB had seen the marks on her neck. He’d asked Bambam if she was seeing anyone and Bambam, still feeling guilty about being so jealous, fought the urge to lie. He told a half truth instead. That she was seeing someone, but he didn’t think that it was serious. When JB asked what he meant, Bambam explained that she and the man she was currently involved with were sleeping together, but that appeared to be the extent of their relationship. Jaebeom looked disgusted and Bambam felt a little bit of surprise that the truth had actually worked in his favor.

Until, JB spoke again and Bambam realized that it was actually quite the opposite. JB was disgusted that the man hadn’t committed to her. He didn’t understand why anyone wouldn’t want to call her theirs. Bambam pointed out that maybe she was the one who didn’t want anything more. JB made a face and stated that either way, the guy obviously wasn’t the one for her. Bambam decided to drop it before JB unknowingly insulted him more.

“You know that you don’t have to go home, right? You can stay here,” he offered as she started to get out of the bed. She laughed.

“Bam, I literally live an elevator ride away. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“I know. I just figured I’d offer. It’s pretty chilly tonight.”

She raised her eyebrows at him. “My heating system works, you know?”

“Why are we still doing this? Why don’t we just make it official? I know you said that you didn’t want something serious, but this isn’t that different. I can give you whatever you want.”

“I just am not interested in being tied down right now. This works for me.”

“You like Jaebeom-hyung, don’t you?” he questioned, immediately regretting his childish outburst, hating how rude he’d sounded. She looked at him in surprise. It was too late to take it back now though. He might as well get his answers.  It had been gnawing at him for weeks. He adjusted his tone this time though. “Why don’t you date him? It seems like he likes you. You hang out all the time. Why do you keep coming to me?”

“Really? This has nothing to do with Jaebeom. You’re an idol, Bambam! You know what that means. Why would I want to date an idol, Bam? Why would I want to hide my relationship from the whole world? Why would I choose to date someone that I can’t be seen in public with? Why would I date someone who can’t marry me or have children with me because it means putting their job on the line? You said when you started this that you didn’t want anything serious!”

“Why didn’t you go for him first? Why did you choose me?”

“I just told you that this has nothing to do with Jaebeom. You made the first move, Bam. I told you the first time that I didn’t want anything serious and you said you were okay with that. You said that you didn’t want anything serious either.”

“That was before I knew how much I really liked you.”

“I don’t think that we should keep doing this.” She took a deep breath and shimmied into her dress. “I need to go home.”

“Y/N. Wait!” He tried to follow her, but by the time he’d gotten his jeans pulled on and made his way to the door, the elevator doors were already closing. “Fuck!”

He slammed the door and pressed his back against it. He was torn between trying to talk to her and just letting it go completely. He should’ve just kept his mouth shut. Who knew if she’d ever talk to him again.

Bambam was surprised to see JB in the parking garage of his building. JB explained that he was there to see Y/N. They hadn’t hung out in a while and she’d been pretty quiet for the past week. He was quiet for a moment before asking Bambam if something had happened between her and the guy that she had been seeing. Bambam shrugged and admitted that he hadn’t spoken to her recently, but he hadn’t seen her with the guy. He skipped the part where it was because he was the guy and they’d been avoiding each other.

“Geunyoneun manggo chapssareul joahamnida,” he offered as the elevator doors opened.It was his way of apologizing to her. He knew that she didn’t want to see him. She would’ve said something if she did. Instead, it had been radio silence. “Geugosi geunyoreul giun nage hal gosimnida.”

He didn’t wait to see if JB got on the elevator or not. He was pretty sure that he’d lost her for good either way. He would’ve settled for just staying friends, but he’d lost his temper and now he’d lost his best friend.

He couldn’t sleep.

When he’d returned home, JB’s car had still been in the parking garage. His mind couldn’t stop playing through the possibilities. Had she changed her mind? Was she taking a chance on JB? Or had JB just taken his place? He couldn’t believe that he’d let it go this far. He’d known that she had a thing for JB. She and JB had hit it off from the start. He’d gone into their arrangement knowing that eventually it would come to an end. He’d known that it would never be more than just sex. He’d agreed to that arrangement. How had he convinced himself that it might ever be something more?

He had never had the right to be jealous. Especially not now. They were done. She was free to see JB if she wanted. She’d always been free to see JB if she wanted.

[a-singleboat]

In Sickness and In Peaches

Word Count: 1046

REQUEST:  So based on a rushed decision made only because I wanted to have have an inside joke with myself a non smosh acc here now knows and refers to me as Peaches and I dONT KNOW HOW TO PROCEED OTHER THAN SAYING WHat of after seeing the peaches video reader starts calling Damien that caUSE I MEAN I WOULD (sorry it's 3am and I feel like Im slowly loosing my sanity due to lack of sleep) - @star-mum

“Welcome to the Smoshcast, I am Ian Hecox of the Smosh channel and today I am joined by one Damien Haas,” Ian paused so that Damien could say his hellos before also introducing Shayne to the podcast. 

Damien waved to the camera and Shayne smiled wide, leaning closer to address the audience. “Yes, hello, we are here. And today-”

From off-camera, a cell phone rang, cutting off Shayne’s sentence. “Who’s cell phone is that’s?”

“I’m so sorry, that’s my phone,” Damien stood up and reached behind Shayne to receive the ringing electronic. “And it’s Y/n.”

“For those of you that don’t know,” Ian decided to inform their audience. “Y/n is a writer for Smosh that is actually home sick today. I think you should answer her, Damien. Put her on speaker too.”

Damien shrugged his shoulders and answered the call, putting it on speaker and then holding the phone up to the microphone. “Hey, Y/n. Just so you know, you’re on speaker and we’re filming for this Smoshcast episode right now.”

“Oh, sorry! I can call back later,” your voice filtered through and it was extremely obvious how sick you were just from the sound of your voice. You coughed away from the phone and the sound of a few cats mewing can be heard in the background.

“No, keep talking,” Ian said resting his head on his interlocked fingers, his elbows propped up onto the table. “We love having you on the Smoshcast even if you aren’t actually here.”

“Yeah, we love having you on the Smoshcast,” Shayne spoke up from next to Damien. “How are you feeling?”

“I feeling good, a little sluggish though, thank you.”

“So what's up?” Damien asked. He fixed his grip on the phone so that your voice could filter through louder to the viewers.

“I was just gonna ask if you took your grey sweater today and if you could bring home some soup later.”

“Of course I can,” Damien made a mental note of the soup. He took a moment to think about the grey sweater that he was planning on wearing today but decided against. “And the grey sweater should be on the couch outside.”

They heard shuffling on the other side of the phone and a door open before a noise of confirmation came from you. “I found it.” More mewing could be heard on the phone. “And the girls say, ‘Hi’.”

“Tell the girls that I say, ‘Hi,’ as well. I’ll be home early today, okay?”

“Okay. Bye guys, sorry for crashing your recording.”

You hung up the phone as the other two boys shouted their goodbyes to you. “How’s she doing actually though?” Shayne asked, shifting in his seat.

“She woke up this morning with a high temp but hopefully it’ll be down by the time I get back to her. But yeah, thank you for having me on the podcast again.”

Ian shook his head and waved Damien off. “Honestly I love having you guys on the ‘Cast. Never a dull moment. And I think this is the second time that it’s been the three of us on the podcast together.”

“I think it is and the last time was when we talked about why Damien hates dating and now he has a very lovely lady waiting for him when he gets back.”

Damien chuckled and a blush spread across his cheeks. “Yeah, Y/n and I have been dating for almost a month now. It’s crazy how it happened too. Like, I was so sure that she and I were going to go nowhere but then she asked me out and I said yes and here we are.”

“Crazy what can happen if you just say yes to things, honestly,” Ian joked, laughing at the end of it. “But yeah, Y/n is a lovely woman and an extremely talented writer.”

The rest of the Smoshcast blew by and before anyone knew it, the hour was up. 

“It’s been great having you guys on the Smoshcast. If you haven’t already, make sure you subscribe to the channel so you don’t miss the next one. The audio comes out on Wednesdays on your favorite podcasting app and the video comes out on the Smosh channel on Fridays but you can’t hear us say the dirty words like shit, fuck, bitch. We’ll see you guys next time.”

The other two boys said their byes and before you knew it, Damien was unlocking the front door to your shared apartment. 

He opened the door to find you curled up on the couch. The lights were off and the TV was playing a random infomercial on low. He set the soup on the kitchen counter before kicking off his shoes and shucking off his jacket. 

Damien pulled the remote from your hands and shut off the TV. Slowly, he lifted you into his arms and made his way towards your bedroom. He pulled back the blankets and settled you onto the mattress. You opened your eyes and blinked as you saw him start to take his shirt off to get comfy. 

“Hey Peaches,” you mumbled, snuggling in deeper to the bed. He froze, shirt halfway off, and turned to look at you.

“That’s a new one, what’s up?”

You pointed to your phone across the way, “A fan tagged me in a video on Tumblr, you dancing to some Peaches song from way back when.”

You watched as he walked over to your phone and unlocked it, reading the caption under the video and shortly after putting it facedown on the table. “Jesus, how did they find that?

“I mean when your life is on the internet, it’s kind of hard to hide anything,” you reappeared from your dive into the covers. “Come here and cuddle me.”

He laughed and took off his pants, switching them out for an old pair of basketball shorts. He slid into the bed next to you, pulling you close. He felt your forehead, recoiling at the heat. “Y/n, you’re gonna get me sick. You’re still burning up.”

“Then you get to stay home with me,” you yawned and snuggled up to Damien. “G’night, Peaches.”

Damien stroked your hair and smiled at the endearing nickname, “G’night, babe.”

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Medley (pt. 2)

Summary: You’re a star swimmer on your high-school team, but so is Jeon Jungkook. What will this mean for your chemistry in and out of the pool?

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader Genre: Fluff, swimmer!jungkook Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: Tried to show a lot more of Y/N’s thoughts in this one, hope it’s not too uninteresting! I think the ending is so cringe and funny lolol I’m so sorry

The steam from your scorching shower followed you out of the bathroom, and you took the few steps you needed to reach your bedroom. There you picked up your hairbrush and slowly started combing out the knots that towel-drying your hair caused. You looked through your mirror and imagined Jungkook sitting on the couch behind that wall, watching a program on your TV, his doe eyes transfixed by the images moving on the large screen. He was probably watching a documentary on sea animals, knowing his obsession with the filmography typically portrayed in those kinds of programs. Or maybe he was watching a cooking show since he loved food and learning how to cook new dishes. You have learned these things about Jungkook over the past few years, as you’ve known him from freshman year until now, your last year in high school.

You considered blow-drying your hair and adding more damage to it after the chlorine from the pool. Deciding against it on top of being lazy, you threw it into a wet bun on top of your head. It was a little lopsided, but it was just Jungkook you were seeing, not the Queen of England. Reminded of the former, you looked at your post-workout outfit, leggings and a college T-shirt that ended where your leggings began. After pouting at your unimpressive appearance, you left your room to meet Jungkook.

The lanky, black-haired boy was leaning against the couch with one leg stuck out and the other tucked up to his chest. Like you expected, he was staring intently at the screen, watching some sea turtles glide through the water. The narrator’s serene voice seemed to be the only thing he heard because he didn’t turn around at the sound of your bedroom door closing.

You plopped down on the couch he was leaning against and fluffed his hair. It was almost dry since swim practice. The strands felt clumpy from all the chlorine, and the movement of his hair let the pool smell reach your nose. For some reason, you loved the smell of the pool. Good feelings and memories were associated with it, so it was a calming scent for you. It always made you think of competing and was even sometimes able to get your heartbeat racing. You got distracted from your brief reverie when Jungkook looked up at you from his spot on the floor with a mischievous look in his eye.

“Are you finally done?” he asked teasingly. You pushed his shoulder in response and smiled. While being playful, he still looked so innocent with his orbs for eyes. Moving to stand, he questioned, “Can I go now?”

You pointed to the closet doors next to the bathroom. “The towels are in there. You can use whichever one you want. Except the Lilo and Stitch one, that one is special.” Lilo and Stitch being one of your favorite movies, you felt particularly possessive over that towel and didn’t want anyone else using it. If someone did end up using it, however, you’d get over it, unless it was your little brother. A freshman in high school, Chris still did any tiny thing to rub you the wrong way, and it worked every time.

Jungkook chuckled, his bones cracking as he stretched his back. “All right, so I can’t use whichever one I want,” he contradicted. “Got it.” You watched him waddle over to the closet, pick a purple towel, and disappear into the bathroom. The water began running, and you turned your head to the TV to see a school of fish wandering around a reef.

It would be nice to be a fish in some ways. Always in the water, possibly friends with a shark, sleeping with your eyes open. But fish also have to deal with people without likely understanding what’s going on. Regardless of not having a complex mind like humans, it probably still doesn’t feel great having your home taken over by trash and nets.

Picking up the remote, you browse the selections on Netflix. It was always hard choosing a show to watch since you were very indecisive and struggled to commit to a program. A lot of time had passed, and you hadn’t even settled on a show when suddenly, a door behind you opened, causing you to look over your shoulder.

Jungkook was standing there, a towel wrapped haphazardly around his lean waist, his arm half-covering his chest. Droplets of water were falling from his damp hair onto his broad shoulders, running down his torso toward the top of the towel. He cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Sorry, uh, I forgot my clothes.” He walked toward you and picked up his bag, digging through it to locate fresh clothes. You realized you had been staring, so your head snapped to the TV to see that you had accidentally clicked on a show involving a dessert competition. Straining to look interested in the pies that had just been introduced, you felt your heart beating in your ears and hoped he didn’t hear it too.

He found what he was looking for and trotted back to the bathroom, locking the door behind him. Sheesh, what does he think I’m going to do, just barge in there? you thought to yourself. The pastry chefs on the TV began talking about what they would put in their pies, which made you lose your train of thought, focused only on desserts.

The now-clothed boy joined you on the couch this time, dressed in black sweatpants and a loose white T-shirt. No matter how dressed down he was, Jungkook could make anything look good. After getting himself comfortable, he grinned. “Can I stay and watch some TV with you, Y/N?”

Jungkook sometimes hung out with you at your house, whether you were having a meal, playing games, listening to music, or watching TV. He got along well with your parents, so you didn’t think it would be a big deal if he stayed today as well.

“Have I ever said no to you, JK?” you joked, crossing your arms.

Jungkook’s face scrunched up as he thought about it. Honestly, there weren’t many times you said no to that kid. Every time you played Ultimate Ninja Storm, he got to play your favorite character, Sasuke, while you got stuck with someone who wasn’t your main. When you were showing each other music, he often had more turns than you did, getting to jam to his songs more than you could listen to yours. When your dad was cooking steak, Jungkook got the second-biggest cut (after your dad, of course). When you watched TV together, he always picked the program, which was actually okay with you, since you never knew what to watch anyway. Needless to say, Jungkook couldn’t come up with an answer and just shrugged, to which you stuck your tongue out.

“I’m sure there are things you would say no to,” he said. “Like, ‘Wanna race me in fly?’”

Your jaw dropped in mock horror. “First of all, how dare you say that word in my house. Second of all, that’s not even my stroke! Beat me in breaststroke, then we’ll talk.”

A lot of your banter revolved around swimming since both of your lives were so centered around it. You’d met on the day of the tryouts for the swim team, both nervous for what had turned out to be a piece of cake. The two of you had gotten to know each other since you were placed in the same lane with many of the older swimmers. Even at a young age, fresh to the high-school swim team, you were still respected by your senior teammates. Thankfully, there wasn’t an atmosphere of jealousy or envy but of teamwork despite the age differences between you and Jungkook and the veterans in your lane.

Jungkook’s face lost the playfulness it held moments ago. He looked at you with an intensity that you only saw at swim meets. His fingers were playing with the hem of his shirt as he looked between you and the TV, which had turned into mere background noise. His eyebrows came together, and he let out a breath through his nose. After seeming to ponder something for what seemed like an eternity, he spoke. “Would you say no to being my girlfriend?”

Your senses seemed to falter then. You could no longer hear the pastry chefs worrying about the time they had left to complete the challenge. You couldn’t feel the remote still in your hand. You couldn’t see the rest of your living room in your periphery. All you could see was Jungkook, your teammate, your best friend, sitting cross-legged in front of you on the couch, staring at you with a nervous look on his face.

You looked down at your hands in your lap, wondering how to even respond to a question like that that came out of left field. “Well…I think my dad would feel differently about a boyfriend being here unsupervised,” you blurted out. Dumbass, you mentally scolded yourself. “What I mean by that is…I don’t think I’d say no…” you said slowly, looking up from your lap.

In the span of a few seconds, Jungkook’s expression went from nervous to blank to smug. A sly smile crept over his face. He leaned closer toward you. “So that means…?”

You rolled your eyes, a common occurrence when Jeon Jungkook was around. If you dated him, would your eyes eventually roll out of your head? Laughing at both the thought and him, you nodded your head and assured him, “Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend.”

At this, he shot up from the couch and did a little dance, swinging his hands above his head and spinning in a circle, his eyes closed and his smile showing brightly. After a few spins, he came to a halt in front of you, towering over your small form on the couch. Jungkook leaned down and took your hands from your lap.

“Y/N, we are finally going to be the swim team’s power couple.”

“Oh my god, I say I’ll be your girlfriend, and all you can think about is being a power couple on the swim team?!” You beat your closed fists against his chest lightly, and he grabbed them, holding them tightly in place. He took the opportunity to quickly close the space between you, his lips touching your forehead for a moment. Immediately, your stomach did backflips, and you tried to control the smile on your face before he pulled away.

“Did you mishear me?” he asked, sitting back down next to you on the couch. He took your hand in his. “I said the swim team’s power couple.”