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koushisun · 3 years ago

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Frozen Promises

Kaeya Alberich x GN!Reader (Platonic), no pronouns used for reader

WC: 6180—Angst with a Happy Ending

In which Kaeya made a promise he didn't keep.

In Khaenri’ah, they worship no god.

There is no watchful gaze cast upon them. No loving deity, no wrathful and vindictive god, no indifferent yet almighty being.

The people of Khaenri’ah live in a lonely exile, their anguished cries reaching the ears of no one but each other. Most dare not dream of redemption, of salvation from their dark and dreary corner of the world.

In Khaenri’ah, they dream only of dreaming.

A few, though, let their thoughts wander to better times and places. Better circumstances for themselves and those they love.

“Where would you go,” you whisper, “if you could go anywhere?”

Kaeya hums from his spot next to you. The two of you are lying on the hard ground outside, staring up at the inky black sky. There are no stars to light up the sky—only a few shining gems embedded in the ceiling above—and though you both know that there is an end to the vast firmament above you, you cannot help but stare at it in wonder. Being underground never was enough to suffocate your dreams.

After a moment, Kaeya turns to you and gives you a big grin. “If I could go anywhere… I would take you anywhere you wanted to go!”

Your chuckle only makes him smile more. “Well,” you say, “I guess we’re just going everywhere, then! Because I want to see it all.”

“Where are you going?”

The Cavalry Captain is snapped out of his thoughts by the stern voice of the Acting Grand Master. Just his luck to be noticed by the one person he was trying to avoid.

He spins around, giving Jean an innocent smile. “Why, I was just going out for a bit of air. Archon only knows what would happen if I stayed locked in my office all day.”

She levels him with an unimpressed stare, but Kaeya holds his ground. She breaks first, heaving a sigh and waving him off. “Fine. As long as you get your paperwork turned in by the end of the week, I don't mind.”

“You know I always do,” he chuckles. “Would you like anything while I’m out? Perhaps a treat from Good Hunter?”

Jean smiles but shakes her head. “No, no, that’s alright. If anything, I could also use a bit of a break.”

“Well, then, why don’t you join me? I had planned on heading to the tree at Windrise.” The offer is a genuine one, concern for the Acting Grand Master shining through unintentionally.

Kaeya knows how hard Jean works—her tireless efforts are one of the few things that keep Mondstadt running like a well-oiled machine. But, she hardly ever takes a break, so he isn’t holding out too much hope that she will take up his offer. Even more so now, with Lumine being a day or two’s journey away in Liyue. Jean has had a lot on her plate, even with the various captains taking some of her workload.

He is pleasantly surprised, though, by the falter in her resolve. “I… well, I suppose I could go out for a while. Just today, though, and not for long; I wouldn’t want to get too far behind on my work.”

“Of course.”

And so they go to Windrise.

The air is clear there, crisper than in the city proper. The various shops and houses tend to muddy the air a bit, at least when it’s not particularly windy out. Kaeya appreciates the breeze's almost sweet taste in Windrise, with the gentle swish of the leaves brushing away the anxieties that perpetually haunt his mind. He can’t help but wonder how long it will last.

The two of them stand silent in front of the grand tree until Kaeya can find it in him to speak up.

“Can I ask you a question, Master Jean?”

“How many times have I told you to just call me Jean when we’re not at work?”

“Very well then, Jean,” Kaeya laughs, “may I ask you a question?”

She nods, motioning for him to continue.

Kaeya lets his gaze drift out to the mountains in the distance. “Do you have any regrets?”

“Do you?” She asks quietly. The question is not meant to be harsh, yet Kaeya has to fight the urge to flinch at the words hanging heavy in the air.

The breeze at Windrise has never felt so suffocating.

Jean takes a few steps towards the statue of Barbatos, sitting at the base of the grand sculpture. “I don’t mean to pry,” she amends, patting the empty space next to her. “But I imagine if you’re asking me, you have a few of your own.” Her blonde hair floats in the wind, the light angling off of it in a way that makes her glow. The dark sadness in her eyes seems out of place.

“Of course, I have regrets, Kaeya. I don't believe a single person out there can truly say they are without any regrets. In fact, I think they make us… not stronger perhaps, but wiser. As long as I can keep moving and trying to be better… well, what else is there to do?”

“I see.” He avoids her burning gaze by watching a crystalfly glide on the wind, disappearing into the lush branches above. “Thank you.”

“If I may ask—” Jean presses on even as Kaeya’s expression quickly becomes guarded— “what is it that you regret?”

Kaeya’s eyes turn icy. An open book Kaeya is not, and one might think that he never will be. “Forgive my rudeness, but the details are not something that concern you.”

Jean smiles a bit and shakes her head. “Nothing to forgive. I shouldn’t have pressed.” Jean breathes deeply as she takes one last look at the tree she loves so much. “I believe I should be getting back to work. Thank you, Kaeya, for inviting me out. May Barbatos guide you.”

He can’t help but feel himself shrink a bit.

“And Kaeya,” Jean turns to look at him as she leaves, “for what it’s worth, I hope things work out for you. Really.” The words are warm, just as Jean always is. Always looking out for her friends.

He feels sick.

He doesn’t say anything.

“Make sure you keep us a secret, ok?”

Kaeya’s head tilts in confusion. “What do you mean?”

You wring your hands, too much nervous energy buzzing inside of you. “I mean everything. Khaenri’ah, me, all of it. I heard our parents talking and… they said people don’t like us. I don’t want you to get hurt, Kaeya.” You chew on your lip, almost like the words hurt to get out. “So don’t tell anyone, ok?”

“But… I can’t keep you a secret! You’re my best friend!” Kaeya nearly yells at you, and you hunch in on yourself a bit. His voice softens in response. “I can’t just pretend you don’t exist. I’m gonna miss you.”

“I’m gonna miss you too, Kaeya.” You whisper. His father tells the two of you it’s time to say goodbye. The coldness of his voice only makes you that much more desperate to keep Kaeya here with you, but you know that it’s a hopeless endeavor. So you settle for asking, “Will I ever see you again?” Your voice trembles, terrified of what you might hear in return.

Kaeya’s blue eyes burn with determination. “Of course you will! I’m not just leaving you here! I’ll come back for you. I promise.” His pinky interlocks with yours, and as such, your fates are sealed.

“You better.”

Tears blur the last glimpse you ever get of your best friend.

The last ten or so years have been quiet.

So quiet, in fact, that you can hardly recall what your best friend sounds like. His absence haunts you, as does the promise you two made all that time ago. The ghost of his smile, his laugh, his everything plagues the back of your mind, filling you with a maddening need to be anywhere but the desolate hell-hole you call home.

You think of the young boy who left you behind and wonder if he ever actually planned on coming back for you. You can’t help but wonder if maybe his promise, like the jewels embedded in the rock above your head, was nothing more than a shimmering illusion of hope.

With a shake of your head, you push those thoughts from your mind. You can’t afford to let go of him, not after all this time.

But maybe it’s time to take matters into your own hands. After all, Khaenri’ah has no god for you to call upon for answers or assistance. Which means the only person you have left to rely on is yourself.

And so you pack your things, leaving behind the only home you’ve ever known.

You don’t look back.

The way out of Khaenri’ah is dark and gloomy. Not at all like the cavernous space you grew up in, the walls of the tunnel creep ever closer to you, and you have to fight to make it to the soft light emanating from the end of the trail. The glow is different from the lights underground. The gems in the cave twinkle but provide no substantial light; you all rely mostly on torches to light your everyday life. Your eyes burn at the sunlight greeting your retinas for the first time, and you bring an arm up to shield your face.

“Oh wow,” you whisper. Slowly bringing your arm down, you are mesmerized by the hues that seem to color every inch of the world in front of you. The blues, the greens, it all seems so… bright. Suddenly the idea of returning home feels almost impossible.

(You wonder if maybe this is why Kaeya never came back for you.)

Shaking yourself out of your daze, you press forward in your search for your old friend.

After traveling for a few days, you stumble across what seems to be a statue of some sort of deity. An archon, if you had to guess, though you had never actually heard much about the Seven.

The elders of Khaenri’ah didn’t often talk about the Seven Archons, but what they did say was bitter and cold. They blamed the Seven for Khaenri’ah’s downfall and its current bleak state. You weren’t quite sure you agreed with that assessment, but could never find it in yourself to speak out against the popular view. Not that it mattered much now, though.

Based on the little you know of the current Seven, you’re pretty sure that this has to be a statue for the Geo Archon.

“It’s a beautiful statue, isn’t it?” A voice comes from behind you, causing you to jump with a start. You clutch your bag tightly and step away from the person, who seems to be a short blonde woman with a little… floating friend?

“Woah, hey,” she tries again, holding up her hands to placate you. “I didn’t mean to scare you! My name is Lumine, and this is Paimon.” The little fairy smiles brightly as she waves at you.

You give them your name a bit hesitantly. She looked nice enough, but you didn’t think it would be safe to let your guard down quite yet. “Um, about the statue,” you divert the topic back to the Archon looming over you, “it’s the Geo Archon, right?”

The woman’s floating companion answers for her this time, “Yup! Here in Liyue, most people call him Rex Lapis, but you might know him better as Morax!”

You nod in thanks, and Lumine returns your question with one of her own. “So, where are you from?” She raises her hands again when she sees the skeptical look on your face. “If it makes you feel better, I’m not from Liyue either. Actually, I’m not from anywhere near here at all.”

“How do you know I’m not from Liyue?” You’re sure you must seem highly suspicious but you simply can’t bring yourself to be particularly friendly at the moment.

Lumine glances at Paimon briefly before shrugging. “It’s your clothes.”

“My… clothes?”

“Your clothes are… well, they don’t look like they’re from Liyue, but also not completely out of place. Almost like, they could fit in anywhere, but also nowhere…. Sorry! That probably doesn’t make any sense,” she says, an embarrassed flush covering her face.

“No… It’s, um, fine, really.” You understand her logic, and to be honest, it’s not that far off from the truth. Your clothes were plain— understated and unassuming. But there was a unique sort of flair to them, little details that made them different from the rest of Teyvat’s fashion. You supposed that was to be expected. “So, where are you from, then? You said earlier that you’re not from Liyue either.”

Lumine shuffles awkwardly for a moment before coming to some sort of silent agreement with Paimon. “I’m a traveler; I don’t really belong to one nation or another. So far, I’ve been to Mondstadt, Liyue, and Inazuma. There’s… been a lot going on recently.”

“Oh, like what?”

Surprise grows on her face but Lumine quickly tamps it down. You instantly know you made a huge blunder, but resolve yourself nonetheless. “I’m surprised you haven’t heard,” she says, before continuing, “I’d be happy to tell you all about it! But, this might not be the best spot….”

Paimon speaks up, and you startle a bit, nearly forgetting the fairy was there. (Or did she disappear for a moment and only just now reappear? It’s hard to say.) “Why don’t we head back to Liyue Harbor! We can show you around, and you can even try some of the local food! Oh, Paimon loves Wanmin Restaurant! What do you say?”

You can't help but smile a bit at Paimon’s obvious love for food; her eagerness is contagious, and despite your reservations, you accompany the pair to Liyue Harbor.

Liyue Harbor is nothing like you expected. The golds and reds scream for your attention, and the smell of cooking food invades your senses. You can smell the spices a mile away, the strong aroma trying its best to lead you to the various stalls. Music floats through the air, from where exactly you can’t tell, and you nearly stop in your tracks just to hear more of it.

Everything is just so different from Khaenri’ah. You like it.

Paimon earnestly rushes you and Lumine over to Wanmin Restaurant, and the three of you quickly order your food, eager to eat the steaming dishes. The chef on duty, who you learn is named Xiangling, gladly serves you up a variety of traditional Liyuean dishes—with her signature flair, of course. Lumine leads you to a more secluded seating area near the building, not too far from the main plaza but quiet enough to chat comfortably.

“Thank you for bringing me here,” you say. “I really appreciate it.”

Lumine waves off your thanks, not unkindly, and smiles. “It’s no problem! Besides, you seem pretty nice, and I’d like to get to know you better.”

The two of you eat quietly, only the sound of Paimon’s chatter filling the silence. The food is hot, both in temperature and spice. You can feel it warm you from the inside out.

“Xiangling is a master at spice, isn’t she?” Paimon says cheerfully. You nod in agreement, and you’re sure your excitement shows on your face. It wasn’t often you got to eat anything that wasn’t potatoes or some other starch or root vegetable, so you’re certainly savoring the moment.

“This is probably the best thing I’ve ever eaten!” You grin at the two companions before returning to your meal. “Though, I was a little scared to try the slime candies she offered us.” You shiver a bit at the memory of the various candies she had shoved in your hand, most of which you would guess to be inedible. You had ended up shoving them in your pocket for later. Though, you would probably end up tossing them to some birds or something. Archons bless whatever animal was brave enough to eat them.

“Don’t mind Xiangling’s… ah, experiments. She’s a great chef, but most people know to stick with her more tried-and-true dishes,” Lumine laughs.

Once the food is finished and plates returned to the restaurant, the three of you set off towards the harbor. As the sun begins to set, you marvel at the orange blaze of the sky above you. Lanterns flicker around you, and their soft glow reminds you of the torches your people used to light their homes. Fire was not as commonplace in Khaenri’ah as it seemed to be here, where the light surrounds you on all sides. It makes you feel both safe and incredibly out of place.

After living so many years in the dark, you aren’t quite sure what it means to live in the light.

“Hey, Lumine?” You catch her attention at the top of the grand staircase at Feiyun Slope. Lumine and Paimon are a few steps below you, but you still hold her gaze as you ask, “Could I ask you for a favor?” She tilts her head in a silent cue to keep talking. “I was wondering—since you’ve traveled so many places—if you might be able to help me find someone. I… I’m looking for an old friend. Someone I haven’t seen for many years at this point. And I know it’s presumptuous of me to assume that you might know him or have even heard of him during your travels, but I thought it might be worth asking.”

Something in Lumine’s face softens at the mention of your search, and the genuine distress on your face makes her response come with no hesitation.

“Of course, I’ll help you. I can’t make any promises, but I know what it’s like to look for someone you hold dear. I probably understand it better than anyone.” Her resulting chuckle sounds bitter, but you can’t blame her. “So, tell me whatever you can about him, and I’ll see what I can do!”

You thank her as you continue your journey, telling her whatever you can about Kaeya. Recognition begins to flicker in her eyes the longer you talk about him. It spurs you on in your descriptions, even slipping in a few childhood memories in your excitement.

“There was this one time we were pestering a really tall blonde guy who would come visit the village occasionally, and he was getting really annoyed with us. Pretty sure we tried to snag his mask at one point, but obviously, it didn’t work since he was like, at least a foot and a half taller than us!” Your laughter rings out, and Lumine can’t help but smile at your joyful expression. “Oh man, and then Kaeya tried to climb him, but he almost pulled the poor man’s pants down! I’ve never seen the two of them look more mortified!”

You don’t notice Lumine is no longer at your side until you go to start another story and see that you’re alone. Turning around, you see her standing there with an excited smile. You quickly calm your nerves and take a few quick steps to rejoin her.

“Did you just say your friend’s name is Kaeya?” Paimon beats Lumine to the punch, but she doesn’t look at all upset about the interruption from her friend.

“Oh,” you pause, only slightly unsettled by their eagerness. “Yes, I did. Did I not mention that before?”

“Nope!” Paimon continues. “But it’s a good thing you did! Because now we know exactly who you’re talking about!”

“You do?”

Lumine grins and slings an arm around you. “Looks like we’re going to Mondstadt next!”

Leaves crunch under your feet as you approach the gates of Mondstadt. The journey was faster than you expected, though, after your initial trip out of Khaenri’ah, you think most others would feel easy. Lumine and Paimon stand a bit ahead of you, having asked them for a bit of space to think. They kindly obliged, Lumine nudging the small fairy away from you and the obvious dark cloud hanging over your head.

Your bare forearms press into the gritty stone of Mondstadt’s bridge. The rough texture is the only thing keeping you grounded as your thoughts threaten to pull you back to the dark confining walls of Khaenri’ah. The morning sunlight bouncing off the water is not enough to chase away your dark thoughts, but it certainly helps.

While you’re ecstatic that you managed to find someone who knows Kaeya, you feel yourself growing nervous at the thought of meeting him again. You still don’t understand entirely why he never returned. You had never expected him to return for good, or even very soon, but you had always hoped that he would show up one day and take you away with him. Those hopes were obviously in vain.

You can’t even be sure he’ll recognize you. Will you recognize him? Or will ten years of separation render you nothing more than strangers who share a homeland?

“Hey, Lumine?” You call out.

She turns to you, responding, “Everything ok?”

“How well do you know Kaeya?”

Lumine pauses for a moment, thinking. “I’d say I know him pretty well at this point. Why do you ask?”

The cool breeze coming off the lake rustles through your clothes, and you shiver a bit. “Will he want to see me? I can’t say I know him very well anymore, and I don’t know what I even want his reaction to be when he sees me.”

“What exactly happened between you two?” The question is a simple one, yet you still feel at a loss for words. The answer lodges in your throat, burning like a lump of hot coal.

“I don't know,” you finally manage to whisper. “He made a promise. But that doesn’t matter. Not anymore.”

Lumine’s eyebrows furrow in concern, Paimon looking nervous as well. “What did he promise you?” The pure grief in your eyes startles Lumine. You look… broken.

“He promised he would come back.”

Two pairs of warm arms envelope you as your tears fall and mix with the freshwater of Cider Lake below you.

“Hello, dear brother.” Kaeya saunters into the tavern, an unsurprising sight for Diluc at this hour.

“Kaeya.” Diluc gives his brother a short nod, sliding him a Death After Noon.

If you ask anyone in Mondstadt, Diluc and Kaeya are like cats and dogs. Never getting along, never able to work together. And they would be right. Mostly. For, despite all their misgivings about each other, they are still brothers. And even the most vicious of words would not deter them from keeping a close eye on the other.

Which is precisely why, when Lumine shows up in his tavern with a mysterious “friend,” Diluc does not immediately direct them to where his brother sits on the second floor.

“Diluc!” Lumine waves as the three of you walk into Angel’s Share, and you take in the lively atmosphere. People are drinking and singing, presumably having just gotten off of work and letting off some steam. A bard performs in the middle of the room, riling up the crowd with every strum of his lyre. The energy is almost magical. You manage to pull your attention away from the scene and introduce yourself to Diluc. At the mention of your name, his grip on your hand tightens slightly before quickly retracting back to his side.

“It’s you.”

You look at Lumine, but she has no answers. “Um, I’m sorry, but I’m not sure I know what you mean.” Your brows furrow slightly in confusion when he doesn’t immediately answer.

“Lumine,” Diluc turns to your new friend, “would it be alright if I borrowed them for a moment? Feel free to mix a drink while you wait; it’ll be on the house.”

She simply nods, and you hesitantly follow Diluc out the back door of the tavern. He pulls out a chair for you at a small table on the side of the building. You sit across from him, patiently waiting for him to say something.

“May I ask why you wanted to speak with me?”

“You’re from Khaenri’ah.” His words are not accusatory more than they are a simple statement. His face gives away nothing, but you don’t feel all that threatened by him.

“And so what if I am? Will that be an issue?”

Diluc crosses his arms, studying your face. “It’ll only be an issue if you make it one.” After a moment, his face softens. “I know you and Kaeya were friends. He talked about you often when we were kids.”

You curse your friend under your breath. “He promised me he wouldn’t. It was foolish of him to go telling people things like that.”

“You don’t need to worry about his ability to keep a secret. He seems to have a real knack for it.” He sighs. “Besides, my brother isn’t really known for his openness. I highly doubt he’s mentioned you to anyone else.”

“Wait a second,” you sit up straight in your chair, interest piqued. “What do you mean by ‘brother’? Kaeya doesn’t have any siblings, and if he did, they certainly wouldn’t look like you.”

Diluc smiles. “I don’t imagine you know much about his life in Mondstadt?” He raises an eyebrow at you, and for a moment, it reminds you of Kaeya.

“No, I don't.” You fail to keep your bitterness contained at the reminder that you no longer know your best friend. Your only friend.

“Forgive me; I don’t mean to offend,” Diluc says. “Let me catch you up to speed.”

You listen to his story quietly, unable to picture everything but intrigued nonetheless. You laugh at their childhood antics, and you weep silently at the death of their father— a kind man who seems to have treated your friend better than his birth father ever had. Anger bubbles up in your heart at the tale of Kaeya and Diluc’s falling out. You can’t help the glare that you give Diluc, though you know that you won’t be able to stay angry at him. He clearly cares for Kaeya, his brother holding space in his heart despite everything that has happened.

Diluc finishes his story with a sigh. “Kaeya should be upstairs. But if he doesn’t want to talk to you, then I ask that you leave him be.”

“Sure.”

It’s obvious Kaeya doesn’t recognize you. Or, if he does, he’s doing a damn good job at hiding it. His one icy blue eye is tracking you as you make your way across the upper floor of the tavern. Your old friend sits in a shadowy corner, out of view from the rowdy patrons below and away from the more sullen patrons lingering nearby.

He makes no objection when you motion to the chair opposite him, and he sends you a smile that is both unnerving and charming all at once. It feels fake. It feels so unlike the bright kid you once knew—the kid who would run around the caverns with you, playing silly pranks on the elders and sneaking a little extra food to share at night. And you know that kid is in there somewhere; the spark you remember so well is surely still present. Maybe it’s hiding behind his eyepatch, or maybe it's under the layers of leather, feathers, and fur that he adorns himself with, but you know it’s in there somewhere.

It has to be.

“First time in a place like this?” His question catches you off guard, your attention snapping away from his flashy outfit and up to his face. You situate yourself in the worn wooden chair, the creaking beneath you just a bit concerning.

You’re not sure what to say to Kaeya now that he’s right in front of you, so you settle for a half-assed, “Yes, it is. My first time in Mondstadt, actually.” The ensuing silence is uncomfortable, but you imagine Kaeya isn’t put off by it in the least.

Minutes pass. Nothing is said; you simply watch him, and he watches you in return. Your drink only does so much to help you pass the time. You would give anything to know what he’s thinking right now, but you can’t bring yourself to ask for some reason. You don’t even know where to begin.

“What do you know about Khaenri’ah?” You’re surprised when the silence is broken before realizing you were the one who spoke. You don’t know why that question, in particular, escaped you, but it’s too late to take it back now.

“Khaenri'ah, huh? Now that’s a question I don’t hear often.” Kaeya raises an eyebrow at you, his icy blue eye pinning you in place. “The legacy of Khaenri'ah is long gone; the sinners are all that's left, and they're not worth mentioning.”

Your heart drops, and you can’t help the disappointment and betrayal that shows on your face.

“I see.” Even with the confusion and sadness gnawing at the back of your mind, you feel a bitter laugh rip its way out of your throat. “I suppose I should plan on visiting the Cathedral, then.”

“Why?”

Mouth set in a tight line, you reply, “I’m a sinner; you said so yourself.”

Liquor runs over the table, dripping onto the floor. The unsealed wood turns dark under your fingers, and you quickly grasp the fallen ceramic cup, placing it gently on the now-stained table.

Kaeya sits still. His breathing is even but light; you might not even notice it were you not watching him so closely all this time. “You,” he starts, his voice a raspy whisper, “you’re not supposed to be here.”

And doesn’t that just break your heart.

“I can go if you’d like.”

“No!” He grabs your wrist as you start to stand, pulling you ungracefully back down into your chair. His hand shakes, though his grip is iron-clad. He runs colder than you remember.

Seems like a lot has changed since you last saw him.

Kaeya is not often at a loss for words. He’s known in Mondstadt for his sweet-talk— honey-coated words carefully picked and crafted into flattery that would lower anyone’s guard. The Cavalry Captain can talk his way out of any situation, even if he would prefer to just fight it out at times.

So it’s an unsettling feeling when everything he wants to say—everything he needs to say— feels wrong.

“I’m sorry, I just”—he reluctantly lets go of your wrist—“I didn’t mean it like that.” He stares at you, the silence growing heavy. He realizes you must be waiting for him to say something, so he grasps for words to give you, inadequate as they may be. “I’m happy to see you again,” he says.

Your brows furrow slightly, and he worries you don't believe him. “I am… happy to see you too, Kaeya.” You look away from him. “Mondstadt is a beautiful place. I can see why you would want to stay here.”

And he knows what you’re really saying. He hears the unspoken question masked by your friendly words. He knows what you’re asking him because he’s asked himself the same question a million times over the past few years.

Why didn’t he ever go back for you?

“It is.” He says lamely. “I really do love it here.” He moves, and his clothes clink quietly, the metal accessories glinting softly in the dim tavern light. Sounds of music float up from below, Venti somehow managing to keep the crowd’s attention all this time. He’s sure the bard has probably had one too many drinks tonight. Kaeya looks at his spilled drink in dismay; he could really use some liquid courage right about now.

“Do you really think of us that way, Kaeya?”

Your question catches him off guard. “What? Think of you how?”

A dry chuckle escapes your lips. “Of course, you already forgot.” He can see you gripping the sleeves of your coat, wrinkling the worn fabric. “As sinners. You said we were sinners and not even worth mentioning. Is that really how you think of us?”

His silence is more telling than anything he could’ve said.

“I see.” He reaches for your hand again, but you pull it out of reach. “No, it’s— it’s fine, Kaeya. I get it. Really, I do. You got out. You were the one who got to leave, and even with all the shit you’ve had to go through out here, it’s still better than whatever was waiting for you back home.” You shrink into yourself as you continue, “I know we weren’t enough—that I wasn’t enough—to make you want to come back, and that’s fine. I’m not—I’m not mad, Kaeya. I promise you that much. But I just need to know”—your voice breaks, and with a start, he realizes you’re crying—“if you even missed me.”

Your words sting as if he’s been slapped, and his stomach churns in a burning sickness. “Of course I missed you! How could I not?” His chest feels tight. “I can’t ever go back home. I can’t do it. Mondstadt is where I belong now. I have a life here; I have family. I couldn’t just leave all of that, and besides,” he sighs, “I had a mission. You know that. And I don’t care about it anymore; believe me, I don’t. But after a while, it just felt… wrong to go back. Do I even have a place there anymore?”

You cut him off with a slam of your fist. “Of course, you have a place there! You always did! And even if you didn’t want to stay, you know I would’ve left with you! So I just don’t understand why you broke your promise!”

“I’m sorry.”

“No.” You take a breath. “No, it’s okay. I’m just a little confused, I guess. I don’t really know how I’m feeling right now.” You grab Kaeya’s empty cup just to have something to fiddle with. “It’s been ten years, Kaeya. And I still remember you as that happy kid who used to run around with me, just being stupid and having fun. Neither of us stayed the same, and that’s not a bad thing. That’s just life. But I missed you. I still miss you.”

This time, when he reaches for your hand, you let him take it. He holds it gently as if you might shatter and disappear if he’s not careful. “I don’t have a lot of regrets.”

“Kaeya, it’s—” You try to interrupt, but he presses on.

“No, listen to me.” He holds your gaze as he continues, “I don’t have a lot of regrets, but I will always regret not going back for you. You hear me? I never once forgot about you. And even if I was too much of a coward to face you again, I am happy you found me. You did what I never had the guts to do.”

He feels your warm tears drip onto his hand. He hopes that they can wash away the mistakes of his past.

“I just missed you so much,” you cry, pulling his hand closer to you. He stands, quietly reassuring you he isn’t going anywhere. Kaeya crosses to the other side of the table and pulls you into his arms. Neither of you care about the lingering looks the other tavern goers are giving you; none of them matter in this moment.

The only thing that really matters is right in front of him. And this time, he’s not leaving you behind.

One Week Later

“So, you’re staying in Mondstadt?” Lumine asks. It’s a sunny day; the breeze is steady, and the clean air is refreshing.

You smile brightly, a new coat on your shoulders, courtesy of one Cavalry Captain. “I am. Kaeya and I have a lot to catch up on, after all!” You seem a little sad when you say, “Our relationship isn’t the same as it used to be. It’s been a long time, and as much as I’d like to pretend that nothing has changed, that’s simply not true.”

Paimon floats up to you. “That’s not a bad thing, though, is it?” Her eyes shine with worry, and you pat her head to comfort her.

“Don’t you worry about us. We’re both working through things, but we’re doing it together. I know it’s not going to be easy, but I’m ready.” You look around at the shops lining the street and notice Kaeya waiting for you at the top of the steps at Good Hunter. He waves to you, and you raise a hand in return. “And who knows”—you look amused—“maybe I’ll even get Kaeya to visit home with me.”

Lumine is relieved to see you so happy. She knows what it’s like to be separated from someone you love, and it gives her some hope to see you as you are now.

Because you really are happy. And Kaeya is too.

#kaeya x reader #genshin x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #kaeya alberich angst #kaeya angst #kaeya alberich #genshin x reader angst #koushisun writes #posting this late at night bc i’m impatient

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mourntheantagonist · 4 years ago

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stupid headcanon #infinity from yours truly:

college au billy working at the electronics store on campus as a geek™ repairing and troubleshooting and selling products and the like.

steve spilled coffee on his laptop (because he would) and he takes it in to see if there is anything at all salvageable from it. steve is freaking out because all of his work is on there. the essay he’s spent months working on that’s due in just a week. all of his notes for his finals that he never thought to back up. he can’t lose it all.

so he sets up the appointment and billy is the one to help him out. steve figured whoever he saw would be mean to him about it. go on about how he should have been more careful. call him stupid for even thinking he could retrieve any data from the thing.

but billy isn’t like that. he’s calm and caring, recognizing how stressed out steve is about the whole thing. allowing steve to vent about how important it is that get gets back all his information. and billy only starts to joke with him about it when he tells him that he should be able to get the information off the drive. but he would need to purchase a new laptop.

billy uploads all the retrieved data onto an external hard drive while steve roams to aisles even though he ends up purchasing the exact same laptop he owned before.

“everything should be on there but you should check just to be sure.” billy turns his screen and lets steve sift through the files. letting out a deep breath when he clicks on his near finished biology paper and it’s all there.

steve thanks him as he pays for the new laptop and the external drive.

“word of advice. write your papers on google docs and then just save them as a word document when you have to turn them in, that way you don’t have to worry about losing everything should this happen again.”

billy hands him his bags and laughs.

“also, maybe avoid mixing coffee and electricity. wouldn’t wanna see that face charred from electrocution.” he winks. he fucking winks.

and steve is a literal mess when it comes to flirting with guys. girls? he’s got that down to a t, but with guys he loses all his mojo and turns into a babbling mess.

so he doesn’t respond. just nods his head and walks out of the store as quickly as he can.

but that boy was so pretty. the name billy feeling so good on his lips as he whispers it to himself at night. thinking about his hair and his deep voice and his smile just awakens him, keeps him up at night. and he wants to know more about this billy.

so he goes back to the store. this time to have a glass screen protector installed on his phone (because that night he ripped off the one he already had. but billy didn’t need to know that).

but steve is still unable to flirt. just accepting whatever advances billy makes on his own with a nod of the head and a quick sprint away from the vicinity. billy would surely think he wasn’t interested if he hadn’t kept coming back.

robin thinks he’s being completely ridiculous. heather thinks it’s romantic. steve is just incapable of talking to beautiful boys.

by the time billy finally brings it up to him, steve has purchased not one but three new phone chargers, and a new phone case. along with having antivirus installed on his MacBook... which are notorious for not getting viruses.

“so my coworker said you’ve been pacing around the store for like an hour. any reason for that?”

steve’s eyes go wide just a little. because he had. billy wasn’t at his post when he got there, so he walked in circles until he saw those familiar blond curls. he honestly thought he wasn’t suspicious at all.

“uhh well you see... I...”

“if you asked me, it seemed like maybe you were waiting to see me. considering you entered as soon as I got here.”

“no I was just... um... waiting for a friend.”

“oh? we’re you also waiting for a friend yesterday? what about tuesday when you bought your fourth charger?”

oh so he bought four. yeah that’s a bit excessive.

steve continues to stumble over his words, trying to come up with some explanation that doesn’t make him look like a total creep.

and then billy hits him with the:

“well. while I do enjoy seeing you in here all the time. I don’t want to bankrupt you. what do you say we see each other somewhere other than here. my dorm? six o’clock?”

steve is ready to jump his bones right then and there.

“uh yeah. six is great.” and steve goes to leave again. making it a habit to do so when ever that fluttering feeling comes in his chest.

“wait up pretty boy. you don’t even know where I live.”

oh right.

billy writes his address and phone number down on some receipt paper and slides it across the counter.

“see you tonight princess.”

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #mandi writes tresh #headcanons #fanfic #this is like identical to my insomnia cookies one but who ever told you I have originality?#and posting this late at night bc I’m impatient

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soulrph · 3 years ago

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𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒. (𝐏𝐓. 𝟏)

i. i wish i could explain what led to this. but for whatever reason, you’re getting this post, and idk when i’ll remember to post it bc it’s very late and it’s very likely that i’ll draft it, but we’ll see how it goes! i hope you enjoy them, and DO NOT ADD TO THE LIST!!! i WILL edit or make a new list once i’m conscious and the vibes are returned! ( if you like these, i would love to direct u towards THIS POST bc it’s a very very very good meme made by an exceptionally talented meme-maker! )

[ MY PLACE ]: sender and receiver return to the sender’s home, where things proceed to get heated.

[ YOURS ]: sender and receiver return to the receiver’s home, where things proceed to get heated.

[ BACKSEAT ]: while parked safely, the sender and receiver, fuelled by mutual passions, climb into the backseat of the car together to have sex.

[ DRIVER ]: while parked safely, one of the muses climbs into the other muses lap, leading to an immediately intimate situation in the driver’s seat of the car.

[ BEDROOM ]: after things get heated between the two muses, they proceed to take things to the bedroom, where things get even friskier.

[ SOFA ]: too impatient to get to the bedroom, the two muses end up taking things to the next level on the sofa.

[ FLOOR ]: either by choice or by clumsy and painful accident, the two muses end up entangled on the floor, where they proceed to have sex.

[ KITCHEN ]: unable to resist, the sender and receiver proceed to have sex in the kitchen.

[ OFFICE ]: one of the muses has to work late and alone one night; the other decides to pay them a visit, and things immediately take a heated and intimate turn as they get frisky in the office.

[ OFFICE DESK ]: after spontaneously sweeping the contents of the desk to the ground, the sender and receiver proceed to have sex on top of the desk.

[ WALL ]: pinning the other up against the wall, the two muses begin to have sex up against a wall.

[ WINDOW ]: while in a room with floor to ceiling windows, the sender and receiver proceed to have sex up against the window.

[ BATH ]: sender and receiver, while sharing a bath (either planned or spontaneously) proceed to have sex together while in it.

[ SHOWER ]: sender and receiver, while sharing a shower together (either planned or spontaneously) proceed to have sex together while in it.

[ PUBLIC BATHROOM ]: while in a fancy restaurant or bar or hotel, the sender and receiver meet each other in a (clean) public bathroom with nobody else inside; they proceed to take advantage of this, and have sex in one of the cubicles.

[ LAKE ]: after going skinny-dipping together, the sender and receiver proceed to have sex in a tranquil, romantic, secluded lake.

[ WATERFALL ]: after taking a midnight swim together in a secluded lake, the sender and receiver notice a nearby waterfall, and things proceed to get frisky while they explore it and each other together.

[ STORAGE CLOSET ]: when the mood strikes both the sender and receiver in a public setting, they both find a small storage closet together, and have sex inside.

[ LIBRARY ]: having found a guaranteed private part of a library, the sender and receiver begin to get frisky behind the bookshelves.

[ GYM ]: after a heated and energetic training session together, the sender and receiver, at the conclusion of the sparring match, proceed to have sex on the gymnasium floor.

[ CINEMA ]: while in the back of a largely unoccupied movie theatre, the sender and receiver proceed to get frisky in the back row.

[ MILE-HIGH ]: while on an airplane flight together, the sender and receiver decide to mark the occasion by having sex in the airplane bathroom.

[ DRESSING ROOM ]: the sender and receiver proceed to have sex together in a dressing room.

[ TENT ]: in the middle of the night, one of the muse’s slips into the others tent, and they proceed to have sex together.

[ MOTEL ROOM ]: sender and receiver end up having sex together in a motel room.

[ HOTEL ROOM ]: sender and receiver end up having sex together in a hotel room. ( good for one-night-stand threads! )

[ WEDDING ]: while attending a wedding party, the sender and receiver decide to slip away from the celebrations and have sex in a more quiet part of the venue.

[ HONEYMOON SUITE ]: after getting married, the sender and receiver slip away from the celebrations early and have sex together in the private luxury of their bridal suite.

[ TOWER ]: as they explore the abandoned ruins of a barely standing castle together, the sender and receiver proceed to get frisky in one of the strangely romantic, ivy-strewn towers.

[ FOREST ]: while wandering through a heavily wooded area together, the sender and receiver proceed to have sex in the midst of the wilderness.

[ PICNIC ]: after a romantic picnic in the countryside, the sender and receiver begin to get intimate, and have sex on the picnic blanket in the midst of the empty and beautiful nature.

[ BEACH ]: having found an isolated, untouched cove together, the sender and receiver begin to have sex on the shore of the idyllic beach.

[ BOAT ]: the sender and receiver proceed to have sex on a boat (either out at sea or still in the docks).

[ MEADOW ]: the sender and receiver begin to get frisky in a clear, untouched meadow.

[ NEW HOUSE ]: having just purchased their first house together, the sender and receiver, so elated by their milestone, decide to celebrate by having sex in their new home before unpacking.

[ SWIMMING POOL ]: as the pair go for a late-night swim in the local swimming pool, the sender and receiver begin to get frisky in the serene and empty pool.

[ SHELTER ]: rushing through the rain together to find shelter, the sender and receiver, both drenched to the skin in the downpour, find themselves getting frisky in the shelter of an isolated and empty garage.

[ CAROUSEL ]: when they visit a closed funfair in the middle of the night, the sender and receiver go on the carousel together, and in the isolated light of the carousel, they proceed to have sex in one of the wagons.

[ FERRIS WHEEL ]: when visiting a closed funfair in the middle of the night, the sender and receiver stop the ferris wheel when they’re at the very top, and get frisky beneath the stars and above the world.

[ LOVE TUNNEL ]: when visiting a closed funfair in the middle of the night, the sender and receiver slip into the love tunnel, and have sex in one of the carriages inside the tunnel.

[ SAFEHOUSE ]: the sender and receiver begin to have sex with each other while hiding together in a safehouse.

[ CABIN ]: seeking warmth and shelter from a huge blizzard in the area, the sender and receiver find a cabin, and end up having sex in front of the fire as the storm rages on.

[ PARTY ]: while the sender and receiver attend a party that neither of them have much interest in attending, they slip away to a quiet part of the venue to have sex together.

[ LANDMARK ]: while exploring an area, the sender and receiver proceed to have sex in a renowned, but currently unoccupied landmark (e.g. the london eye, the statue of liberty etc-- )

#( nsfw. )#citrus #rp meme #roleplay meme #sentence starters #dialogue prompts #action prompts #ask meme.#roleplay prompt

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sluttywonwoo · 3 years ago

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dear beautiful tumblr user hotgirlwonwoo, did we ever get a part 4 of vern liking his best friend bc that shit has been living in my mind rent free and i need to know what happens next!! (pls ignore if u've already mentioned smth abt not doing anymore - i've been off tumblr for a while & couldn't find anything in ur recents posts kalsfjaf) love u lots ! x

read parts 1-3 here

you sound breathless on the phone, vernon thinks. had you been crying? his heart drops to his stomach at the thought. he hadn’t meant to be so weird when you came over. he just… couldn’t help it.

vernon had tried getting off again after you left. but he was too distracted to cum. he could tell you were upset by the way you blew him off at the door, but he still managed to convince himself that maybe things would be ok. now you weren’t replying to his texts, and he was getting worried. so he called you.

“what?” you demand upon answering, and that’s when vernon hears it. the heavy breathing. it catches him off guard, you must’ve been way more upset than you had been letting on. had something happened? had you needed him and he pushed you away? “vernon? are you there?” you ask, yanking him out of his spiraling. he realizes he hasn’t said anything yet.

“oh, uh, you weren’t answering my texts,” he says stupidly.

“i didn’t see them. but you only sent them thirty minutes ago. do you expect me to wait around all day for you to message me?”

he shouldn’t have called. this was a dumb idea. you sound impatient and angry and yet the uneven breathing on the other end of the line makes him think about having you underneath him. his mind wanders to what you’d sound like if you were out of breath because of him, if you’d pant or moan…

“no, not at all!” he scrambles. “you just seemed upset when you left earlier, so i thought you might be ignoring me.”

“i was upset,” you admit easily. the next part is a little harder to verbalize. “you were acting strange, like you wanted nothing to do with me… so i was just taking time for myself— away from my phone.”

hearing this makes vernon panic because that wasn’t the case at all. it was the opposite, actually. he wanted everything to do with you, and it was driving him crazy. he had never had a crush on a friend before and he was still having trouble coming to terms with it, but he hadn’t meant to make things weird between you in the process.

“i’m sorry,” he says hoarsely, “i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean to make you feel that way. i’ve just had… an off-day. it had nothing to do with you, but i shouldn’t have let it ruin our movie night.”

there’s a pause before you respond.

“it’s ok. i’m sorry you had a bad day. is it that professor again?”

“yeah,” vernon lies.

“you should’ve just told me! i could’ve typed up a strongly worded email for you or something.”

“i… was embarrassed about it. i’m not doing well in his class.” another lie.

“vernon, it’s just me. you know i won’t judge you about something like that.”

he does know that. but you would definitely judge him if you knew the truth.

“yeah, i know. i’m sorry.”

“i know you are. just… tell me next time, okay?”

“i will. and i’ll make it up to you! do you want to come back over? i know it’s kind of late, but we could watch another movie, or an episode of our show?”

“oh, um… i’m a little busy right now,” you answer.

vernon deflates, but he understands. he isn’t sure that he would’ve been able to keep his emotions in check if you were to come back over anyway. and then you’d be right back where you started.

“that’s okay!”

“i’m free tomorrow night, though.”

“i am too. you should come over then.”

“sounds good! i have one condition, though.”

“what is it?” he asks, willing to do quite literally anything for you.

“since you’re making up for today and all, i get to choose the snacks.”

“deal.”

he can hear you smiling through the phone when you continue. “okay, we have to have popcorn and red vines.”

“i’m on it. i’ll go to the store in the morning,” he assures you.

you work out the rest of the details together and then hang up for the night. vernon feels a million times better than he did when he dialed your number. he hasn’t ruined everything with you, at least not yet. he has twenty-four hours to get his act together so that things can feel normal between you two, and step one is getting rid of that pesky crush.

#answered #anon #seventeen smut #svt smut #vernon smut #hansol smut #mutually exclusive

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imitsuya · 4 years ago

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— first kiss with their s/o

pairing with: yoichi isagi x gn!reader, meguru bachira x gn!reader

genre: fluff

note: uh this is my first tumblr post, hope you enjoy it

warning: none

- probs happened when you least expected

- he made the first move

-mind full, only football for this boy.

- speaking of football it’ll most likely happen while he’s training

- he insisted on practicing late at night

- and you being a good s/o, you tagged along

- now with him he was probably more shocked than you when it happened

- bc he was like “what just happened” and you stand there like “you were the one who made the move why are you asking me”

- flustered! flustered! flustered! isagi is RED from the neck up when it sinks in that y’all just kissed

-tries to act calm and collected but fails miserably

- apologizing for forgetting to ask for ur consent (as he should)

“are you done yet Yoichi?” You yawned, playing with the fake grass beneath you. it’s been an hour and thirty minutes of him just making goals and quite frankly you’ve never been so bored. as he kicked the ball into a net making it the hundredth score he finally looks back at you smiling while sweat dropped down his face. you admired his appearance before isagi ran over to you sitting down on the bench looking down.

‘ “y/n did you see my last goal” isagi asked flashing a warm smile your way which you nodded proudly at and stood up gathering your guy’s belongings. As you were doing so isagi then proceeded to clean up by putting away the soccer balls. For the net, you helped him out with it. After taking down the net and neatly storing it away you stood impatiently in front of the exit waiting for your boyfriend who was walking towards you whipping the sweat off him witha personal towel.

“Thanks” he mumbled out before leaning down, causing you to freeze as he kissed your lips. It felt nice and warm pressed agents yours despite the fact they were slightly chapped. Walking only five steps ahead of you unaware of what just happened isagi then looked back at your stilled body. He asked you a simple “what happened” but when you didn’t reply he asked you worryingly “did i leave a ball out?” (told u mind blank, only football) which you nodded no to.

Took him two more minutes for him to process the fact of what happened. “Oh my god..did i just-“ he question to which you nodded yes to causing his face to turn into a dark pink blush. in a matter of seconds he was bowing so low in front of you blabbering out nonsense and how “Sorry i didn’t ask for your permission” and “I ruined our first kiss i’m a horrible boyfriend”

Giggling you cupped his face into the palms of your hands forcing him to look up at you. “it’s ok Isagi, i liked it anyways” you exclaimed causing the already pink boy to turn into another bright shade. “Yoichi Isagi, can i kiss you properly?” you asked softly before he nodded shakily in response. closing the gap between the two of you, he leaned in to the kiss. a warm feeling coursing through both of your bodies. Getting lost into the long kiss. but what’s good has to come to an end as you both pulled back.

-saying bachira loves u is an UNDERSTATEMENT

- he kisses the floor you step on

- you made the first move

- you: :)

- meguru: ?&*%$#@

- will melt in your hands while it happens

- also happened while he was feeding you (it’s literal canon that he feeds people let me cry)

- it was perfect to say the least

- is literally fanboying

- won’t hide the fact that he’s fanboying

-will tell isagi

Slipping another fork full of steak into your mouth you began to chew on the l slice of meat savoring it. Watching the peaceful scenery you turned to your right being met with the gleaming eyes of your precious boyfriend who looked at you as if you were an angel from heaven. Smiling at the sight you sliced another piece of meat guiding it to bachira’s mouth

But to your surprise he softly grasped it away from your hand. “what are you doing” you questioned playfully to which the black and yellow haired boy shrugged in response before making an engine sound with his mouth as he glided the fork side to side, up and down, like a crazy airplane.

Going along you opened your mouth wide waiting for him. Carefully bachira placed the silver fork holding the food into your mouth. taking out the meat you chewed and swallowed it, it took five seconds of silence before the two of you busted out in laughter. Shortly after calming down bachira continued to feed you as you talked about each other’s day today. He rambled on and on about random things involving his team all while you listened.

“y/n I wish you were at my practices” he groaned out while his shoulder slumped. “i know bachira” you commented tucking some of his hair behind his ear. grabbing the fork from his hand you mimicked his former teasing and began to fly around a slab of meat but instead of ever hand feeding it to him, you were feeling a bit confident and put the fork down. Slapping your hands on both sides of his face as you leaned in to kiss him. Pulling back you were met with a bashful smile coming from the soccer player.

“What’s so funny?” you asked playfully before you saw your boyfriend looking back at the table across from him yelling out a “THEY KISSED ME” to his friend from his team. To which the black haired boy awkwardly gave his energetic friend a thumbs up before turning away.

#bachira x reader #bachira meguru #isagi x reader #isagi yoichi #blue lock x reader #blue lock #fanfic

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navegandoaciegas · 4 years ago

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Insatiable

Kinktober 8/31: breeding kink

Pairing: mechanic!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, explicit language, breeding kink, possessive!bucky, fluff, unprotected sex, oral sex.

Summary: You and your boyfriend want to have a baby, and he’s more than happy to keep trying.

A/N: day 8 of @itgetsdarksometimes35 spooky challenge + Kinktober.

The rich smell of motor oil and gas floods your senses the further you get inside Bucky’s shop, that same scent you’ve learnt to love on his skin when his chest presses against your face as he thrusts deep inside you, his hands digging in your hips, his whispers in your ear.

So perfect, I can’t wait to see you all swollen with my child.

You sigh at the memory, and look around cars, bikes and tools, no Bucky in sight.

“‘M here, bubbles.”

His strained voice reaches you, and you find him crouched under the hood of a car, his t-shirt long discarded somewhere in the shop, a cloth around his neck and grease and sweat all over his sculpted abs.

His denim jeans hang sinfully low on his hips, and your eyes inevitably trail down the patch of dark hair below his navel.

“That sure is a sight for sore eyes after a day of work.” you quip, stalking closer to him until your chest presses against his.

You raise a hand to his face, sweeping a tendril of chestnut hair out of his eyes. He gives you a soft smile, and gestures for you to peck his lips, which you happily do.

“You didn’t have to come tonight too sweetheart, I don’t want to take up all your nights.”

You huff, placing the bags of take out on the table nearby, unwrapping the foil containers.

You get a waft of the delicious food, and your stomach rumbles in response.

“We live together Buck, why would I stay home alone when I can be with you instead?”

Bucky beams, even if you can’t see him. He takes in the sight of you, all cute in a sundress, caring for him, bringing him food, offering your company while he works late nights.

He feels warmth blossom in his chest, and another kind of heat travel down south as his thoughts lose innocence.

Images of you wobbling around, all round with his baby, another propped in your arms. Little giggles and soft lullabies in your house, small hands clutching his, the big family he’s always dreamed about.

“So, I got tacos con carnitas, ench-”

You yelp when he spins you around, and you find yourself caged between his glistening chest and the table behind your back.

He hums, lowering his face to the side of your head, inhaling the sweet scent of your hair.

“I was thinking about a different kind of dinner, if that's alright with you bubbles.”

You giggle when he nuzzles the crook of your neck and his stubble grazes your skin, tickling you.

“You’re insatiable, Bucky Barnes.”

He chuckles, hands traveling from your waist to your ass, squeezing and kneading your soft flesh.

“You’re right, I can never get enough of you.” He murmurs against your throat, latching his mouth around your pulse point.

You let your head fall back as he keeps exploring your body, brushing his lips over your skin.

“I can never get enough of these.” He grunts, palming your breasts roughly, “This.” He keeps going, trailing kisses from your stomach to your belly.

“I can’t wait to see you all round with our baby, bubbles. All heavy with my child.”

He travels down south as your wanton moans fill the stop. You’re panting, writhing underneath his touch.

“I can never get enough of this sweet, tight pussy of yours babygirl.” He mumbles, falling to his knees and spreading your legs apart.

Your love is passionate yet gentle, and it always ends like this, either one of you on your knees, or one under the other. And you don’t mind at all.

He bunches your dress at your waist, exposing your lace thongs.

“Wore these just for me?” He asks, hooking his fingers around the waistband and pulling down, letting them pool at your feet.

“Who else would I wear them for?” You reply, feeling yourself get impatient of his teasing, your pussy throbbing in anticipation.

He slaps your ass, not satisfied with your answer, and the sound bounces off the wall.

“For you, Buck, wore these all for you, only you.” You pant, chest heaving.

He smirks up at you, and nips the tender skin of your inner thighs until he reaches your leaking cunt. You let out a moan when he delves in wet folds, tongue lapping around your bud and prodding at your entrance.

He latches his mouth around your swollen clit, suckling until you’re a moaning mess, torn between pleasure and oversensitivity.

“God, bubbles, you taste like fuckin’ heaven.” He grunts against your core, and the vibration shoots straight inside you, bringing you closer to your release.

“Fuck, harder, more, God, Bucky.”

You’re a blabbering mess, clutching Bucky’s greasy hair tightly, pulling at his roots.

He licks a thick stripe for you entrance to your clit, lapping at your bud until you’re crying out loud and gushing all over his face, limbs shaking as waves of heat overcome you.

He drinks up your juices like a man on a mission, his lewd, slurping sounds filling up the store until you push him off you.

He looks up at you, covered in your release, eyes half lidded, the light blue swallowed by darkness.

“Need to be inside you now, bubbles, I’m gonna put a child in there I’m telling you.” He promises frantically, grabbing your arm and dragging you to the closest car.

He bends you over the hood, and fumbles with his belt.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ perfect babygirl, ‘s like we were made for eachother.”

He presses a kiss between your shoulder blades, before lining himself up with your entrance and sliding home.

You both let out a growl when he bottoms out.

“So tight, so good for me.” He whimpers, snapping his hips against your again and again, hitting your sweet spot.

The pressure in your cunt is building up again at a fast pace, and the jolts of pleasure jerking you are so intense you don’t even feel the metal digging in your hip bones, or your arms being bent backwards against your back as he keeps pummeling inside you.

“Gonna fill this cunt up with my cum bubbles, push it all the way inside. Fuck.” He groans, balls getting tighter with each stroke, each of your tiny moans.

He feels your walls clamping down on his cock, squeezing him in a vice.

“Tell me you’re mine.” He snarls, snapping his hips harshly against your ass.

You cry out loud, gritting your teeth when he hits your cervix. “Fu-, shit baby, I’m all yours, only yours.”

“Tell me you want this, bubbles, tell me you want my child.”

“God, I wa-want this child, please, oh my fuckin-, harder.” You shriek, bucking your hips against his, desperately chasing your release.

“I want you to beg me, beg me to put a child inside you.”

You feel the knot is your core tighten.

“Please Bucky, gimme all you’ve got, baby, I want you to cum inside me, fill my tight little hole with your cum.” You whimper.

He snakes his hand between your legs and rubs circles around your clit while he keeps hammering inside you. You feel his thrusts become sloppier, and his cock swells.

When you cum, it’s like a dam breaks and waves of pleasure crash over you. The knot unravels and the pressure releases, jerking all your limbs.

He moans, curling over you and reaching impossibly deeper as he paints your walls with his hot load.

You don’t know how long you stay like this, basking in each other’s warmth. You just know that one minute you’re bent over a random car, and the next one he’s lifting you up on the table.

“You know, I enjoy this baby making activity quite a lot, we should do it more often.”

You playfully glare at him. As if he wasn’t on you all the time, unable to control his urges.

“More often than this and we’d never leave our bed, baby.” You giggle, taking a sip out of your soda can.

“Would that be so bad?” He wonders, seemingly mulling over his words.

You sigh, and boop his nose.

“Not at all.

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Firestorm Part 5: Long Day

Fandom: Mortal Kombat 2021 Liu Kang x Reader

You find yourself on a rainy night, book in hand. Liu Kang shows up at your door unexpected and brings you far more than you bargained for. Smut Warning.

A/N: watch as this author disappears bc posting smut is wild lmao. hope you are all having a lovely week! thank you for reading <3

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Thunder grumbled and it was the standout performance in a symphony of rain and wind. Your blankets were folded at the bottom of the bed while you reclined against your pillows, turning the pages of a book that Liu Kang had left with Kung Lao to give to you. Kung Lao had almost forgotten about it but you’d mentioned spending the rest of your night reading if you couldn’t sleep so he’d gone to retrieve it for you. It was a book about Huangshan that you’d seen in his room. He’d marked several passages that had made him think of you.

You’d lit a few candles and the one closest to you flickered out. You crawled out of bed and struck a match to relight the wick. It flickered and you held your palm around it to protect it from the wind. The heat of the flame kissed your fingertips and you urged the candle a little further away from your bed to protect it from the storm.

With it so far away you couldn’t read as easily with your tired eyes so you set the book on the desk and elected to instead watch the storm. There was a flash right outside your window and thunder shook you so severely that you nearly leapt out of your skin. You laughed, hand to your neck in a very ‘clutching your pearls’ motion as it made your heart race.

Then you were calm.

For the first time since that night you’d danced in the rain with Liu Kang you felt peace.

No worry about nightmares. No stress about your arcana. No visions.

Just the storm.

It was the first time in a long time where you looked out your window and thought that Raiden’s Temple was beautiful. The little lights across the way sparkled and you wondered what the others were up to.

It was so calming that you nearly fell asleep leaning against the wall, holding your pillows close. The sound of the rain, the mental image of people living their lives- it was a beautiful lullaby.

Just as you closed your eyes and began to drift there was a knock at your door. Blinking the sleep from your eyes, you stretched and adjusted your hanfu closed around you. You fixed the tie that held it closed around your middle so it fit more properly. You’d been wearing it more like a robe, half open, not exactly appropriate for visitors. It had seemed like the best thing for bed just in case you woke up imprisoned again. This time your legs wouldn’t be so exposed.

The knocking repeated.

“One second!” You felt suddenly nervous at the impatience of your nighttime visitor. It was late, you had every right to be slow. But it also had to be important this late. You hurried to the door, double checking that you were decent, and opened it to find Liu Kang.

He was drenched. Exhausted.

“Liu! Are you okay?” You looked him over worriedly. He didn’t seem to be wounded that you could tell at least, but still, he looked worse for wear. Kung Lao had said he was having a long day but this was not the end of his day that you had pictured. He said nothing but instead watched you, dark eyes taking in your expression with some concern. You swallowed the sudden lump of nerves in your throat. “Come in, please. Take a seat.” Gently, you took his hand and urged him into the room. You closed the door behind him and then made your way to the desk to pull out the chair for him. As your fingers barely touched the back of the chair, he grasped your wrist and pulled you back to him. You stumbled but caught yourself. His fingers remained wrapped around your wrist, then carefully caressed to your palm where he then held your hand, lacing your fingers with his. “Liu, you’re worrying me.” You would have been delighted for him to tease you about the ‘w’ word with the way he was behaving.

“Y/N…” He wanted to say more, you could see that, but the words didn’t come and he furrowed his brow as if frustrated they weren’t coming to him. This was usually your problem, not Liu Kang’s. He was usually thoughtful and always seemed to know what to say. But now his eyes were fixed on you, dark deep pools looking to you as if he’d lost you and then found you all over again. It was like he couldn’t believe you were there.

“You’re soaked.” You rested your hand on his cheek, brushing your thumb against it. “You’re going to catch cold. Are you hurt? Are you… okay?” You pulled your hand free with every intention of checking the wrap on his arm where you’d hurt him but he grasped your wrist again and pulled you closer to him. You stiffened up in surprise at how tightly he held you. It wasn’t painful, just different. He wasn’t acting like himself. “Liu, please say something. Anything.”

“I’m okay.” He managed and his soft, calm voice sent a flood of relief through you. He pulled your hand away from his cheek and urged your fingers to curl around his then brought them to his lips. You felt your stomach twist into knots. There he was. That was more like him. He then allowed your hand to rest on his chest. You could feel his heart pounding, practically as hard as yours had been when you’d first woken up after Raiden had shocked you. “I’m okay.” He repeated, letting go of your other hand, resting both of his against the side of your neck while taking a careful step closer. You stiffened up with him so close to you.

His warm, soot-covered fingers caressed over the sides of your neck, one set of fingers traveling over your jaw. You leaned into his touch and closed your eyes, brow still knit tightly with worry. His lips brushed just against yours and your fingers grasped at the cloth of his shirt.

“Liu…” You pulled back from his lips just enough to catch his gaze. Not that you didn’t want to kiss him, no you very much wanted to kiss him, but you were worried as hell.

“Y/N, please… I…” His lips around your name gave you the chills and the concern on his face made your heart practically stop. You understood suddenly. He needed to see you. To hold you. You felt it and you knew all too well what that agony was like. How many nightmares had you suffered where he’d been hurt or in trouble? The only cure for that kind of fear had been to touch him. To hold him. To see that he was safe and it was just your brain playing tricks on you. Moistening your lips nervously, you watched as he suffered silently in front of you. Then you placed your hand back on his cheek, tilted him more toward you, leaned up a little on your toes to stand taller and kissed him.

For the first time you kissed him. You didn’t wait for him to take the initiative again. He had made it clear what he’d needed and you were happy to give it to him. His lips were soft and practically perfect against yours. Yours brushed over his and then you placed a tender kiss on his lower lip before fully kissing him again. Liu pulled his hand from your cheek and instead urged his arm around you, hand resting securely against the small of your back, grasping at your hanfu just enough for you to feel the fabric pull around your middle.

His lips were tender and sweet, tasting of rain and sweat. He shuddered beneath your kiss, as if you had given him more than he’d bargained for by taking the initiative. You’d decided days ago not to be passive anymore but were proud that you’d followed through. You felt bold. Something you hadn’t felt in a long while. You hadn’t quite realized how your confidence had taken a beating. Liu Kang had always been there for you to lean on. He had given you strength when you thought you had none. Now you would do the same for him in whatever moment of weakness he was experiencing.

That weakness in him was brief.

His kisses became more insistent, lips engulfing yours more passionately. He pulled you closer, only leaving a ghost of a space between you. You urged your arms around his shoulders and allowed your body to rest carefully against his, an intimacy that you had shared more than a handful of times now but still sent a rush through you.

His soaking wet gi was drenched enough that you could feel it through your hanfu, warm against your skin, warm because Liu Kang was always warm. His fingers tangled into your hair and you felt that slight tug as he held you close. The rising and falling of his chest became as desperate as his kisses. His tongue graced your lower lip and begged for invitation and you wouldn’t dare deny him. How could you? He held you into the commanding, deep kiss, a messy but intimate thing that you had not expected from Liu Kang that night.

He was a man who did everything with intention and this was no different. Not that it seemed planned, but rather everything he did what he did with such sincerity and passion it was often overwhelming. He’d intended for this. To wrap his arms around you and kiss you. Who were you to question him? When you had dreamt of this kiss, of more than this kiss since you’d met.

His fingers came free of your hair and he pulled just away from your lips. His graceful hand traced the outline of your face, over your jaw, beneath your chin, and tilted you closer to him again. “Liu…” You began, voice soft and frail. He made you weak, not as though you were frail, but in a vulnerable sort of way. You hated being vulnerable usually but not with Liu Kang. He placed his finger to your lips to silence your worry. You didn’t fight him, hopelessly lost in those dark, mysterious eyes.

You’d never felt a pull to anyone like you felt to Liu Kang. An intense need to be closer to him, a desire that you didn’t understand how to process. His soft voice made you shiver. His gentle and careful touches had set you on fire. Moments where he’d gotten close enough to kiss you and instead had left you wanting had nearly killed you. Every moment with him was new and thrilling but also intimate and romantic. He made you feel both vulnerable and strong in ways you hadn’t thought you’d been capable.

Liu Kang had shown you a whole different side of yourself that you had never known and it was liberating. Screw being nervous if this had something to do with the trauma you’d experienced. You were sure that no matter how you’d met your bond would be the same. That draw you shared had nothing to do with that trauma. You’d been pulled to each other time and again the past few weeks. There would always be a spot in your heart for Liu Kang. You knew it.

Rational thought disappeared as his muscular arms wrapped around you, hands pressing down your back and then lifting you right off the ground. His hands grasped your backside and urged your legs to wrap around him, fingers traveling down your legs to do so. The hanfu hadn’t been that secure in the first place and instead of bunching up between you, hung open around your waist, leaving his fingers to caress over bare flesh. Oops. His hands gripped your thighs and you made a soft sound of surprise at the feeling of them holding you so tightly and suddenly so intimately.

But neither of you shied away from that sudden closeness, that sudden huge step forward. You shivered, unable to fight the chills he elicited. He pulls back from your lips, hands grasping your thighs, holding your body close against his. “Y/N…” His voice was husky and low, reminding you very much of the moments where you had nearly kissed. It was hushed and soft, forming your name like he might never get the chance to say it again. You closed your eyes and rested your forehead against his. He held you tight, hands trembling against your thighs, swept up in that fiery moment of sudden passion.

He made to kiss you again but stopped just as his lips were about to grace yours. It was torture, it was a tease and you were reminded again that the things he did, even this, were done with purpose. But his intent was not to tease you, no.

“It’s okay, Liu.” You reassured him while watching his lips that were torn between whatever instinct had halted him and his desire to kiss you. You knew what it was that had caused it. It was a feeling you knew all too well. Something you had experienced more than once since you’d met him. “I’m right here, Liu.” Your voice was strong but still a whisper, a soft beacon for his nerves. “I’m okay.” Whatever had driven him to your room so late that night had shaken him so much that when you’d reassured him, he closed his eyes tight, brow knit in a line. He grasped you tighter, you could feel the way his fingers curled against your skin. You felt his soft exhale from between his lips as he sat lost in his thoughts.

His tongue ran over his lower lip and you couldn’t resist the urge to leave a soft kiss on his lip afterward. Then you left another at the corner of his lips, feeling the gentle curve of his face warm beneath you. You left tender kisses along his jaw, up to his ear and then slowly down his neck. You could feel his hard swallow. When you pulled back, you found him watching you, breath short. Your face burned beneath his intense gaze, a gaze that made you feel beautiful, just as he had claimed you were. More than that, he made you feel sexy, like you were this desirable thing he couldn’t keep himself from.

When he kissed you then, it was with such passion and heat that you felt your breath escape your lungs but you would have given up breathing forever if it meant you got more of that kiss. His hands crept up your thighs and over your backside and you laughed in surprise against his lips as you felt his hands grasp your ass firmly. “Liu…” There were no real thoughts, no real words, just his name and you felt him smile beneath that kiss, pleased to hear his name in a moment of passion.

He carried you further into the room and toward the bed. The wind howled outside your window with the wind and rain, distant thunder grumbling with the storm passing through. His hands brushed greedily up your back and down again over your backside. It was like touching you this intimately had broken a dam inside him and he couldn’t help himself. Caressing down your thighs, he gave them a squeeze before returning to your backside, fingers brushing over the lining of your panties, a deep moan escaping his throat. The sound shook you tremendously. That sound was because of you.

He urged you carefully onto the bed where he then laid you back and crawled over you, kicking his shoes off of his feet. You heard them land softly on the floor but your heart was thumping so hard in your chest it had nearly jumped into your throat. Liu Kang in the candlelight with that smirk and desire burning his eyes. That would be your cause of death.

Leaning up on your elbows, he placed his hands on the bed on either side of you and found your lips again. You returned each of those starved, hungry kisses and your chest tightened in both panic and excitement. You brushed your fingers over his cheek and he turned to kiss over your palm. His lips trailed to the tips of your fingers, giving one of them just the slightest nip before he kissed back to your palm. Then he took your hand and urged it onto his shoulder and who were you to deny him?

With a gentle nudge of his nose, he urged you to tilt your head back so that he could kiss down your neck. His lips were like fire as they moved down your chest, urging the already loose hanfu to unfold.

“Liu…” You laughed in disbelief, heart racing, but he didn’t take this as a sign to stop and you hadn’t meant it as one. You’d gotten so close so many times now that perhaps you couldn’t believe this was really happening. His lips left a trail of flame on your flesh, sending shocks through you like tiny fireworks peppered over your neck and chest. You were in awe of him. He was devoted to your body now, like he had every intention of memorizing you with his lips. “What’s gotten into you?” You’d said it without thinking and didn’t expect an answer. He turned his attention away from the exposed flesh of your neck and chest and gave you a look as though the answer were obvious. His eyes reflected adoration and he found your lips again, giving them only a tease of a kiss before he spoke.

“You.”

It was such a simple answer and yet it left you rattled.

It was very much Liu Kang.

He didn’t need more of a reason than you.

You’d never been enough before. Never felt like enough for anyone. But in that moment, you were enough. He made you feel like you were enough. Your heart hurt with the beauty of his answer.

He gently urged his hand to your elbow to try and get you to lean further back but instead, you placed your hand to his chest and urged him to sit up. For a fleeting second, he looked disappointed, like he expected you to put a stop to going any further. But you had been resisting this tug since you met and you were tired of fighting it.

From the moment you’d laid eyes on Liu Kang you had been wildly attracted to him. It was like nothing you’d ever felt before and the more you got to know him, the more attracted to him you’d become. It was astounding. He was astounding. He sat back and adjusted his legs and then you climbed right into his lap. You heard that sweet laugh escape his lips as you urged your arms around his shoulders. His hands crept to your waist and the moan that came from deep within him shook you to the core. You swore that you were the one on fire now.

You kissed him the way that you’d dreamt of kissing him for weeks but had been too nervous or feeling too guilty to do. Deeply, passionately, desperately. He’d taken a risk with his touches and you were more than ready to take those risks with him now. He grasped your waist a little tighter and you urged your fingers into his messy, wet hair. Your kisses became more frantic, desperate lips moving together in an intricate dance of lust. He grasped handfuls of your hanfu and urged it away from your legs, draping it behind you. Then he grasped your bare legs again, fingers gracefully caressing over your thighs.

You cooed softly against his lips and he groaned in response, his other hand urging you closer in his lap. The one on your thigh grasped you a bit tighter and he urged your hips to press firmly against his and you felt, once again, Liu Kang and all his glory. There was no attempting to hide it this time and while it wasn’t the first time that you’d felt him hot and ready, this was certainly different than the last time. This was an active decision you’d made, not an accidental brush against you in the morning after a night in his arms.

Never could you get enough of Liu Kang’s hands on your bare flesh. Your body had never felt hotter than it did beneath his touch. It was addictive, like a drug, you couldn’t get enough of it. You’d seen him enough times now half-dressed that you hadn’t expected it to still make your heart race, but as you found the sash around his waist, it still gave you a thrill that made you quiver. You were undressing him. Yes, Liu Kang had shown off his impressive physique numerous times, but this was different.

It felt inevitable in the best way.

You freed the sash from its knot and pulled it away, tossing it off of your bed. His shirt was easily pushed away, even as wet as it was. Liu Kang hated sleeves for whatever reason and whatever the reason was, you were thanking your lucky stars for it. His arms, to say the least, were impressive. Masculine and vascular, your fingers brushed over the lines of his muscles and shivered. You urged the shirt off of him and down onto the floor with the sash, purposely avoiding the wound on his arm still wrapped in gauze.

His bare chest was covered in soot and sweat and your fingers delighted in tracing through it. You swore that he even flexed a little on purpose when you urged your hands over his biceps and up to his shoulders, pulling his body closer to yours. You had always been so nervous of touching him, nervous of what that might do to you, nervous that you would be unable to stop. But now? Now you didn’t have to stop.

He was perfect, at least to you, and you let your fingers brush down the muscles in his back, feeling how they flexed as his hand brushed over your thigh and fiddled with the lining of your hanfu. You never once pulled away from his lips. You couldn’t. You’d wanted to kiss him for so long that now you couldn’t stop yourself. You grasped at his back and then had to gasp for breath as he urged his hands to your hips and urged you to rock against him until you could feel him sweltering beneath his trousers.

He rested one hand behind him on your bed, watching you. You pushed your hair away from your face and bit your lower lip, averting your eyes. Your gaze trailed over the fading bruise on his shoulder, down his chest, lingering on the definition of his abs. Your fingers followed your gaze, over his abs and to that dip in his hips that went below his trousers. Then you adjusted your posture and purposely rocked your hips against his. Liu Kang leaned his head back, his lips parting just slightly as the sweetest groan of pleasure you’d ever heard came from them.

It sent shivers down your spine. Between knowing that sound was because of you and feeling him thick between your thighs, pressed against you with so little in between you, increasingly eager with every move you made. You kissed over his chest, rocking your hips against his in a slow and purposeful rhythm. He pushed your hair over your shoulder with shaky hands, fingers then caressing down the side of your neck and over your collarbone. He pushed then at the loose hanfu and it slid down your shoulder, exposing the marking there that matched the crack in the cursed bell.

Liu’s fingers traced around it, careful not to touch the mark itself. He followed it down to your chest, between your breasts and you got the shivers.

“Y/N…”

Your fingers crept beneath the lining of his pants and you grasped the cloth at the sound of your name from his lips again, a sound that rendered you completely useless, that made you putty in his hands. Then he urged his index finger beneath your chin and he urged you back to him. He sat upright again and kissed you forcefully and you were helpless to do anything but return his affection.

The other sleeve of your hanfu slid down your shoulder and all that was left keeping it up now was the belt around your middle. Liu’s hands follow the trim of the hanfu down your chest and he found the tie that kept it in place, but barely. With trembling hands, he pulled it free of the sloppy bow you’d hastily tied it into. As he pulled it free, he hesitated, pulling back from that kiss to brush his lips against yours.

It wasn’t the kind of hesitation where he seemed unsure of himself but rather the kind where he wanted to savor a precious moment rather than rush through it. You got the chills again. No one gave you the chills more than Liu Kang did and god, were they well deserved.

He brushed his fingers over the cloth of the tie and then over your chest. You felt his tongue brush over his lower lip again, so close to yours that you could feel every motion. You urged your hand onto the side of his neck. “Liu…” His eyes darted back to yours. They were dark and filled with far more than just lust. He wanted you and it was more than just desire. You were frozen in his gaze.

But you wouldn’t stay that way for long. Your fingers caressed over his chest and you felt goosebumps on his skin. Then you traced up to his neck and urged him back to your lips but he didn’t need it. He kissed you and it was passionate and messy. It sent your heart right back into your throat. His hands moved hungrily down your thighs and he lifted you right out of his lap and leaned you back on the bed, crawling over you again as he rested your back against the pillows.

You wrapped your legs around him and pulled his body closer, the heat of him so stifling that you thought you could pass out. Having to grasp for breath between kisses was incredible and you were insatiable. His strong hands caressed down your thighs and to your knees, behind them and over your backside as the hanfu fell out of place thanks to the tie he’d considerably loosened. You moaned and he smiled against your lips, as if the knowledge that you were practically flooding your basement for him was something that he’d needed.

He urged his hands up your sides, removed the belt of the hanfu and then pushed it over your sides, rendering you nearly naked except for your underthings. You shivered, only briefly, from the chill of the night air. Liu’s warm body over yours didn’t let you stay chilled for long. You helped him pull the sleeves away from your arms. He pulled you just enough off of the bed so that you could pull the hanfu free from beneath you, making a sound of delight as he did. He lifted you like you weighed nothing.

Free of your hanfu, he laid you back down and his hands caressed over your now bare stomach, not shying away at all from your scars but rather embracing them, tracing them, as if to memorize the broken skin as part of your beauty. You returned the favor, hands caressing down his back, over his shoulders, up the back of his neck and into his hair. Hips resting against yours, Liu Kang rocked slowly and methodically against you, positioning himself purposely so that he could feel him against you. You gasped at the feeling of his cock brushing against your sensitive womanhood.

He slipped a hand between your tangled bodies, shifting his hips so that he was pressed against your thigh. His fingers slid over your panties, which were basically ruined now, his lips still tangled with yours and the cry from your lips was stifled by his kisses. You moved your body into his touch as he urged his hands back up and then beneath your panties. Those skilled fingers brushed over the delicate folds of your body. Two of those fingers traced around your opening, then back up to find that delicate bud just above it. You had to break away from his lips to gasp for breath, your fingers grasping desperately at his back. He groaned and arched into your touch, pressing his thumb ever so gently against that incredibly sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs, index finger trailing back to your hungry opening. He rocked his length against your thigh and it was a sensory overload.

He left messy kisses over your jaw, and down the side of your neck, sucking on your skin, nibbling at it playfully as two of those fingers already playing with fire slipped just inside of you. You squirmed beneath him and a desperate sound escaped your lips as you grasped tighter at his back. “Y/N…” He grunted against the side of your neck before his lips traced down your neck again and over your bare shoulder. His nose pushed your bra strap just to the side.

You were helpless, completely at his mercy, overloaded with tension and arousal. Your hips moved with the new motion of his fingers inside of you as he explored your body with those skilled and masculine hands. “Liu… I…” You were lost in a haze of sex and hormones, a haze of desperate need that you’d built up for weeks before this moment. You’d been dancing around it since you’d first met and now it was so much that you thought it might kill you. You weren’t thinking straight, you were at the complete mercy of Liu Kang.

Thunder shook you and between the heat of his lips, his fingers, and his cock rocking against you, you were rendered a trembling, sex-crazed mess. Your nails carved lines down his back; you couldn’t help it. Liu inhaled sharply but leaned into those scratches. His lips returned to yours and he nibbled your lower lip playfully.

Shakily, you urged your hands down to his backside and to his pants and began to tug, to pull. But he pushed you again, those fingers of his curling inside of you just right. You grasped his ass and cried out desperately. You were going to lose your damn mind the tension was so high. You were so close to that climax and yet all you could think of was that you wanted him. You wanted him hot and hard inside of you and as willing as he was to get you there before he even attempted that, you wanted it. You were dying for it.

“Liu… Liu… I…” You stuttered on your words and then grasped the wrist of that hand that was tormenting you. It was a surprise to you both, honestly.

“Y/N?” He tilted his head curiously to you and you leaned up to find his lips, pulling both hands back to grasp his cheeks. He laughed against your lips and offered you a nod but barely moved away from your lips to do so.

“You… I want you.” You were surprised by your bravery but simultaneously, not having him was driving you mad. Apparently, your decision to take a more active role in all of this had given you more strength than you’d realized. You needed him. Your body was twitching and aching with you at a standstill. He smirked against your lips and pulled his fingers free of you, out of your panties and just over the inside of your thigh and then he gave it the smallest and most playful of swats. You yelped and swatted his shoulder in surprise. He laughed against your lips and it was one of the sweetest and most tantalizing sounds you’d ever heard.

“I couldn’t possibly deny you, Y/N.” He was a fucking tease and it was killing you. He brushed his lips against yours. “Such a polite request and all…” You laughed and while your face was burning, it felt good to laugh. He laughed too, urging his lips again over your neck. Your fingers brushed back down to his hips and you tugged once again on his pants.

“Stop teasing me and get your pants off.” You let your nose nuzzle just against the side of his neck. He laughed against your neck and shook off the chills. Then, as if he couldn’t muster anymore snark, he helped you tug down his trousers and his underwear. Your fingers trailed over his perfect little butt and down the back of his strong, muscular thighs as he grasped your thigh in return with a low groan. Still feeling bold, you let your fingers brush over his inner thigh. Then, with shaking hands, you urged your hands between your bodies and brushed your fingers over his length, along his shaft, and to the very tip of him. Liu Kang stiffened up and held his breath, forearms rested on either side of you. You could see the slightest part of his lips and the heat rushing to his face as you delicately explored him and felt every perfection and imperfection of him.

You brushed your fingertips around the tip of him, and back down his impressive length, wrapping each of your small fingers around him before applying just enough pressure and stroking him. Liu laughed in surprise but it was a deep, throaty laugh. God, it was Liu Kang. Could this really be happening? The man that you had grown to admire so much. He grasped your wrist and shook his head. You felt your cheeks burn as he laughed, kissing you sloppily as if he couldn’t be bothered to properly find your lips right now.

He pulled your hand away from him, urging it instead to his shoulder. Then he urged his hands over your thighs and beneath your backside, lifting you off of the bed. He urged your panties down, pulling away from your lips to do so. You leaned up on your elbows to watch him, taking in his nude form, your face turning completely red. He pulled your panties away and dropped them to the side before he lifted your right leg to plant a soft kiss on the side of your ankle. Then he urged your legs back around him, hands brushing over your calves, your knees, and your thighs. Then he brushed over your hips before resting his against yours and the skin against skin contact made you groan.

With the exception of your bra, you were completely naked. And even then, the straps of that were hastily pushed down your shoulders. Liu Kang took this moment to kiss you. Just kiss you, focusing on the way that your lips met, at the closeness and the intimacy of such an act. His hands brushed over your sides as his body laid flat against yours, other than your legs wrapped around his body. You let your fingers shakily trace over his back, over those marks you’d left behind. He urged his hands back to the straps of your bra and then his fingers danced over your breasts and to the soft bit of fabric that was between them.

Hooking his index finger around that soft material, he tugged and made the bra immediately ill fitting. You giggled but he groaned against your lips as his hand cupped your bare breast, savoring in the soft, supple feeling of you warm beneath his fingertips.

He squeezed and massaged, brushing his thumb around your nipple, freeing that side from the cup of your bra. You gasped against his lips and arched your back into his touch, thighs twitching with desperate need. This was torture. Absolute torture. You needed him, damnit and so you wrapped your legs higher around his waist and rocked your hips against his. He groaned low and buried his face in the crook of your neck again, bucking his hips against yours. You cried out as the tip of him caught at your opening and your whole body shuddered. So did Liu and you sat in that moment together, surprised and trying to regain the very little composure you still had.

You laughed against the side of his neck between shuddering breath and he caught your lips again with a deep groan. Instead of returning his attention to the bra that was sort of imprisoning one of your arms now, he instead urged himself to rock against you, and you felt his cock push inside of you a little more with each push. Your legs tightened around him and you leaned your head back, grasping at your own hair and letting out a strangled cry.

Liu held himself up with one hand to watch you, but you could feel the slick sweat of his stomach brushing against yours as he rocked against you until he had filled you up and you felt your whole body aching and tensing up in the most tantalizing way. You had already been so damn close before he’d gotten to this point and now he was driving you completely mad with need and pleasure.

His lips brushed down your neck, hands shakily finding the clasp of your bra and urging it loose. You helped him pull it free. His hand brushed down your arm and to your fingertips before he picked it up and urged it onto his back again. You felt the raw, red marks you’d left on his skin and your hands trembled.

Then he moved in slow, deep, controlled motions, his body strong and steady over yours, one hand holding him up, the other pushing your hair back while he admired the way your body moved beneath his. Then his lips met yours between heavy, struggling breaths, your kisses hot and sloppy. With each move he made you could feel the length of him inside of you and it was killing you. You urged your body to move with his, fingers tracing lines down his back. He arched into your touch, as if you set him on fire just as much as he had set you ablaze.

The slow, deep thrusts were too much for you, your body was a quivering mess beneath his. Apparently, it was too much for you both because soon he was moving harder and faster. You let out a soft cry of feverish desperation with every stroke inside of you. His lips made their way back to your neck and left sloppy kisses down your chest. You grasped his back with one hand, the other behind you against the wall. You pushed against it and urged your body hard against his, breath short and haggard.

He kissed down your neck, tongue brushing over the beads of sweat on your skin. His hand caressed your breast roughly as he moved, the deep groan he made making you arch beneath him and exciting you to no end. You felt him grip your thigh and urge it higher around him. The shift was just enough that you hadn’t been expecting and you had to cry out, you had no choice. You wrapped both of your arms around his shoulders, nails grazing again down his back as that pleasure overwhelmed you in a hot wave.

Your toes curled, your thighs twitched and he grasped you harder and pushed you harder, grinding his hips against yours in that heat of your pleasure. You cried out for him again, gasping for breath between sounds you had no control over.

“Liu, oh Liu…” You muttered between strangled breaths and his lips found yours again for one sloppy second before he urged his lips back to the crook of your neck. Then he urged both hands onto the bed on either side of you, shook out his sweaty hair and lifted himself up to watch you. You caught sight as your bodies moved, seeing the way that you joined together so intimately, watching in awe of it and in awe of the blinding pleasure.

You brushed your fingers over your face, over your mouth that hung open, catching your lips and then down your neck as you leaned your head back as Liu kept pushing inside of you. Then you watched him in that beautiful moment where his hips crashed against yours and you felt his end. The sounds he made were sounds you would never forget. Groans. Muttering of your name. His mouth hung open in ecstasy, his dark eyes fixed on yours.

The slow and methodical movements that carried him through his climax made your body shudder and twitch beneath his and you urged your body to match his rhythm. You admired him as he moved through the height of his passion and pleasure. Then he rocked against you slower and slower until he came to a stop, resting his body against yours. Your bodies pulled apart and he rested on top of you.

His hands brushed up your shoulders, grasping them tight and then allowed his hands to brush up them and to the sides of your neck. Even though he was still catching his breath, he kissed you and you returned it in kind. Your heart was beating so hard that you thought you could pass out. You let your fingers lazily tangle in his hair, thighs still trembling and twitching beneath him with the memory of pleasure.

Nothing else mattered but his lips, his hands, his naked body lying on top of yours. Nothing. Just him. There was nothing complicated about that moment. It had been right. It had been perfect. He’d been perfect. More so than any dirty dream would have been able to conjure. Your lips were swollen with kisses, toes tingling as you regained your senses. He rested his forehead against yours, eyes closed, taking slower and more controlled breaths. His hand rested on your arm, carefully caressing it as if to help you find your breath too. It was harder for you. It took you a few solid minutes to recall why it was harder for you because Liu Kang had basically fucked you senseless for a little while there.

Then he shifted to the side next to you and rolled onto his back. You laughed and stared at your ceiling, unable to help but smile. How could you do anything but smile? You knew that you needed to get up and get cleaned up because that whole thing had been a mess but you were also certain that if you got up that your legs would give out beneath you. Instead, you rolled onto your stomach. Liu Kang sat up and delicately pulled the folded-up sheets from the bottom of your bed over your lower half along with his. Then he laid on his side, facing you.

You were still struggling to regain your breath. Liu Kang allowed the back of his fingers to trace down the length of your spine and over the small of your back as you leaned on your elbows. He allowed his gaze to follow the simple motions of his hand over your bare back.

“We uh…” You began with a laugh and bit your lower lap. Liu’s gaze returned to yours. “We didn’t think that through.” Liu furrowed his brow as if he struggled to understand what you meant then came to the obvious conclusion and shrugged.

“I suppose not.” He smiled nonetheless. You laughed and then buried your face in the pillows, your cheeks permanently stained red as the blood rushed back to your face. “What?” You shook your head with a laugh and then admired him. You’d take care of it tomorrow. Even if it meant having to take a trip to the nearest city to get the right medicine. “Come on now, Y/N. I feel much better. Don’t you?” You laughed again and bit your lip. You supposed that was fair. You certainly weren’t feeling any pain right now. He left a soft kiss on the back of your bare shoulder.

“God, I didn’t even get to ask if you were okay before we just…” You wouldn’t forget the worry that had been oozing from him. He furrowed his brow in confusion. “Wow, Liu, I thought the blood was supposed to come back to your brain after all that. You came in here drenched and clearly upset.” You shivered at both the cold and the memory. Without the heat of Liu Kang on top of you, you were freezing.

“Oh, right.” He chuckled and allowed his hand to trail back down to the small of your back. “You’re freezing. Even after all that.”

“It’s the rain, I think.” You closed your eyes as his lips brushed against your shoulder again. He peppered small kisses down the back of your arm and back up to your shoulder.

“If that didn’t warm you up, Y/N, then I’m pretty sure the cold is unnatural.”

“Wow, captain confidence over here.” You scoffed. He left a purposeful, messy kiss on your shoulder. You closed your eyes and concentrated on the soft feeling of his hand tracing patterns along your bare flesh, giving you the occasional chills. When you opened your eyes again, his smile had faded. He then avoided your eyes and let his lips rest against your shoulder for just a second.

“I was working with Raiden today.” He seemed nervous to speak so you decided to hold all your snarky comments until you could properly gauge how serious a conversation this would be. You’d never forget the fear you’d seen in his eyes. “We were working on recreating that connection you have to those artifacts. Raiden is a god after all. We hoped to find a way to undo the connection without hurting you.”

“Ah.” You understood now all too clearly where the worry had stemmed from. Things must have gone catastrophically. “Didn’t go well, huh?”

“They did not.” He placed another kiss on the back of your shoulder. “Went wrong in just about every way you could imagine. It left me shaken.” The rain pattered against the stone of the temple, thunder grumbling in the distance like a soft lullaby.

“And you thought that coming here to do that would help?” You tried to lighten his mood and alleviate some of his worry. You were okay. Right now, you were safe and recovering.

“Well, it did make me feel considerably better so was I wrong to?” He chuckled but his smile was short lived and he again avoided your eyes. That was okay. You were avoiding his now too.

“What if there’s no fix, Liu?” You played with the trim of the fabric over your pillows. “What if this is just how it is?”

“I won’t settle for that. We’ll find a way, Y/N.”

“But what if…”

“Y/N.” He tilted you to look at him and rested on his stomach next to you, mimicking your position, shoulder pressed against yours. “We will. No matter what.” He needed you to believe him, you could see that. It wasn’t that you didn’t, it was that you were trying to be realistic. You would fight as hard as you could for as long as you could but the truth was that sometimes life didn’t have a fairytale ending.

Maybe you would have to find a way to live alongside this curse. You weren’t giving up, of course not, but ignoring the possibility didn’t make any sense to you either. But you didn’t get to choose how he handled it and he didn’t get to choose how you did either. You came to a silent agreement to disagree and you kissed his cheek. “Come here.” He rolled onto his back and then urged you into his arms. You curled up against him, resting your head on his shoulder, your hand on his chest. It was surreal to have your naked body pressed up against his beneath your sheets. He urged the blankets higher to warm you. His hand caressed up and down your side beneath the blankets and you held each other in peace, listening to the rain. “Your heart is racing.”

“Yeah, that was a lot of adrenaline, Liu.” You felt him laugh beneath you and found his gaze. He had a delighted smirk on his face. “I’d tell you not to look so proud if you hadn’t earned the right to.” You stuck your tongue at him and he grinned wider. Closing your eyes, you settled against him, feeling the weight of exhaustion hitting you like a ton of bricks. “Can you stay?” How many times had you shared a bed before this? A dozen? This still felt so different.

“There’s nothing in this world that would make me leave, Y/N,” he whispered, holding you a little tighter. You could have cried. He made you feel so damn good. You snuggled him a bit closer.

“I’m glad, Liu.” You left a soft kiss on his shoulder and felt him do the same but to the top of your head, hand resting lazily in your hair. For some time you laid there in the rain and soon you felt his breathing slow, his body relaxing, grip changing. He’d fallen asleep and that was a lullaby in and of itself. To be in Liu Kang’s arms after making love to him in the middle of a storm was a dream. You had to pinch yourself to make sure it was real. Then you surrendered to the call of exhaustion and fell asleep on his shoulder.

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baepsaesbae · 4 years ago

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Do You Love Me, Baby?

Pairing— Any member x female reader

Genre— SMUT, established relationship, BTS’ pov, a hint of fluff if you squint and close one eye

Warnings— Dom!BTS, sub!reader, face fucking, oral sex (m and f), mild bondage, explicit rough unprotected sex please stay safe irl, choking

Word Count— ~2.8k

Summary— A member of your choosing can’t wait to reunite with you again after being separated for so long.

A/N— This is different from what I normally post. This fic is in FIRST PERSON from the pov of a member of your choosing. Honestly, it doesn’t even have to be a BTS member, it can be anyone you want (but bc this is a BTS writing blog, that’s how I’m describing it for simplicity’s sake). Please let me know what you think! Much love guys~

It has been three months. Three excruciating months of torment.

In three months, I have not smelled or tasted an ounce of sweet heaven-sent pussy. Nevertheless, here I am. My girlfriend dropped me off at the airport 3 months ago and each day since has been filled with daydreams of making her irresponsibly scream and moan into my ear. A revolution has taken place in my mind. I have come to the realization that this pussy is the one that will take me to the end game. Little by little I scratch and claw back to my sanity. Lick by lick, thrust by thrust, my dreams show me how much I yearn for my baby’s pussy. Until one day I had enough, and I would take no more. I finally cleared my schedule to spend time with my babygirl. I only had one objective: fucking my girlfriend senseless. The time was nearing.

See, the fun part of my relationship is that we both share the same goal. We want to pleasure each other in any way possible. This allows for more opportunities in a lot of situations. A party where everyone is outside? Easy quickie in the restroom. A family party in the house? Easy quickie in the restroom. A hotel room with insulated walls? Easy repeated thrusts into the dome of her clit while my dick rims the outside of her pussy. Regardless, I am having rough sex with my bratty babygirl.

Would you look at that, I just checked into a hotel room with insulated walls nothing but about five minutes away from her house. I had no other plans.

“Hey baby, I’m here,” I texted.

“Ohh?” she texted back.

“I can come pick you up,” I offered.

“No! I’ll just meet you there” she refuted.

My baby wanted to make sure she was ready; she knew what she was getting herself into.

“Give me 10 minutes,” she followed up

I took those ten minutes to do push-ups and sit-ups to make sure my body was in pristine shape for her. Then the time finally came.

“Baby !! I’m here!” she messaged.

I rushed to the elevator pressing the button as fast as could. I was tapping my foot as the elevator slowly sunk its way down to the bottom floor. She was sitting outside of the back entrance of the hotel waiting for me to open the door. I met her with the biggest hug followed by a sincere kiss on her soft lips. That initial kiss sent me into a remedial state of recollecting all those nights we shared. Never in my life did I think I would be so in love, yet I stood there, shocked.

“Baby… do you want to go back to your room?” she brought me back to reality.

“Let’s go,” I responded, taking her hand in mine.

Both of us were wound up, ready to release our hormonal excitement onto each other, but we both acted like nothing was any different. As if we’ve been seeing each other every day.

“How have you been?” I asked.

“I’ve been good, you?” she answered quickly.

“Oh, you know just chillin,” I shrugged nonchalantly.

“Ah...” her voice trailed off.

I was standing there edging and riding the thin line of sanity looking at the hottest woman on earth positioning herself next to me. The only thing holding us back was this elevator, until I became aware of that. I rushed to meet her next word with my lips and pinned her against the elevator wall. I quickly checked to see if there was a camera in the elevator, but to our luck there was not. I began running one of my hands through her hair, while the other got a firm grip onto one of her big bountiful butt cheeks. We had a long way to go up to the fiftieth floor, and I wanted to use every ounce of time I had. My hand slowly rode down breaking into her slit, she looked at me deep into my eyes and nodded to keep going. I placed my left index finger onto her clit and began rubbing. She kept removing her lips from mine to brace for the impact on each pass-over.

“Baby, let’s go to the room,” she said impatiently as we got to my floor.

We sped out of the elevator, jogging our minds to figure out whether to go left or right. Time was of essence, every second we wasted was a second in which I was not inside of her. Even through our horny daze we chose the correct direction. I found myself at my door swiping with haste, only to find patience as my true virtue. After the fifth time and finally slowing down the door unlocked.

The immediate second the door slammed shut I proceeded to slam her against that same door and put my hand down her pants again. Slowly rubbing against her clit, I made her jolt in a random direction with each circle. She pushed me off.

“Get onto the bed,” she winked.

She walked into the bathroom while I laid myself onto the bed ready to be led astray. She walked out wearing nothing but a lacy lingerie set she had been saving for me. She slowly toppled me with a daring intent in her eyes. I brought both of my hands to land firmly on the cheeks behind her body. She moaned with excitement.

“Come here,” I growled as I wrapped my arms around her back and brought her lips closer to mine.

I missed her. I missed her soft voice comforting me when I felt the loneliest. I missed her wet pussy wrapped around my cock. But how could I miss her when she was right here on top of me? I dug my face into her chest giving attention to each nipple. She let out small yelps when I licked them the right way, and I continued to do so over and over. I moved my hands lower and lower until I reached her slit once again. I ran my right hand under her lingerie to dig into her wet pussy, reminding me of how much she wanted me. This only invigorated me to seize the moment and take action. I grabbed her by the waist and used my strength to pull myself up and over placing myself on top.

“Did you miss me baby?” I questioned.

“Yes, of course,” she mewled.

I began to place my lips on her neck as she responded. I kissed every inch until I started to slowly run my tongue across the side of her neck.

“Is this what you’ve been waiting for?” I playfully bit her ear and whispered.

I gradually kissed my way down to her breasts to bring attention to them again. I love playing with her breasts. She sometimes gets self conscious of them, but they bring me joy, especially when they’re right in front of my face. All the while, I’m bringing my right hand down in between her legs to scout ahead. I feel a waterfall pour onto my finger and realize my descent was about to begin. Inch by inch my lips walk downwards to find themselves in between her legs and I halt.

“Look at me,” I demanded.

She never liked looking at me when I went down on her, but I wanted her to. As of lately I would wait for her to make eye contact with me to begin putting my tongue on her juicy slit. She had no other choice, if she wanted to go forward, she had to obey. I slid the lingerie over enough to expose her to me. She looked me in the eyes and I ran my tongue up her lips. I would stop each time she would look away, forcing her to heed to my wishes. I landed my tongue onto her clit and repeatedly flicked my way into hearing her whimper in enjoyment. The cards were dealt, there was nothing she could do. She was playing into my hand, and that’s how it would be. I quickly began rubbing my left index finger against her lips while I ate her clit out. Soon I inserted my finger rubbing against her top wall causing her moan. I dug further and curved my finger upwards to push against the reverse side of her clit causing her to escalate her moans. She became wet enough to allow me to insert my middle finger and continue to press up against her clit.

They say three is the magic number, and three fingers is all my baby needs. Once my fingers were drenched in her juice I slammed three of my fingers into her with the intention of finishing her off. I began to thrust my hand upwards and outwards to hone in on her g-spot while I slid my tongue directly on her clit with aggression.

“Go faster,” she fit in between her breaths.

I jammed my fingers faster and faster pushing her to her limits while she screamed and yelled, “Keep going baby!”

Over and over.

“Fuck!”

Over and over, faster and faster.

“Fuck baby, don’t stop!”

Each motion pushed more of the consequences onto the bed sheets, but nothing was going to stop me from finishing her. I slid my tongue up and down her clit while I struck her g-spot with rhythmic precision gradually increasing the speed. Increasing the severity of the moans, increasing the decibels in the room, increasing the intensity of her orgasm until she came crashing down all over my hand. She was shaking.

She had not had enough, she craved more. She wanted more of me, she wanted all of me inside of her.

“Baby, I want you to fuck me.”

I have been waiting for this. I ripped my pants off and began stroking my hard-throbbing cock against her clit.

“Why are you teasing me,” she said in a bratty tone.

“Beg,” I said. “Beg.”

“Hmph,” she whimpered.

“Beg,” I held my ground.

“Baaaaby,” she panted in a bratty tone once again.

“Beg for me baby,” I instructed softly while still teasing her entrance.

“Fuck me baby, I want all of you inside of me, please!”

I put the tip right on her opening and looked my baby in the eyes. I slowly add weight into the stroke and place the head of my cock inside of her trembling pussy arriving at the feeling of bliss and serenity. The moment that I have been waiting for. The soft plush alluring walls that tempt and mock me. I push forward and her inner walls and my cock meet as if two old friends catch up on forgotten memories. Forward and inward, my room receives a welcoming moan from me. I take this time to lean in.

“I love you baby.”

She was too caught up in my soft deep strokes to respond. I pushed her legs as far outwards as her flexibility would allow and gained grip on my feet like dropping an anchor. I proceeded to pound my dick downwards producing sloppy wet noises from her pussy.

“Do you love me?”

She was too preoccupied with trying to think straight to be able to respond. So, I took a hand off one of her legs and started rubbing my thumb on her clit as a punishment.

“Baby, do you love me?”

Still no response. Only whimpers.

I removed the other hand from her leg and gently placed it around her throat. I continued to synchronize my thrusts with the motion of my thumb. I got close to her face.

“Baby, do you love me?” I repeated.

I was not going to give her a chance to respond until I felt like she deserved it. Each thrust prevented her from answering my question. I used this opportunity to punish her again. I slowly removed my cock from her while pushing her arms into the bed and bringing my body forward onto her.

“Let me give you a reason not to speak.”

I brought my cock up to her lips and she opened her mouth like the good girl that she was. I pushed myself down her throat. She couldn’t take all of me. Yet, I pushed myself further and further through her wet mouth still asking the question.

“Do you love me, baby?”

Knowing well that she could not respond, I still wanted to punish her. I reached over to my drawer and grabbed a red ribbon. I flipped my baby over and tied her hands behind her back. I then took my cock and eased in from behind her. This was her favorite position and she was about to be reminded why. I railed her with furious strokes causing a mess to spew all over the bed, but nothing was going to stop me.

“Fuck baby fuck,” she yelled.

I kept pivoting my dick further down into her wall causing both parties to get dangerously drenched. She screamed and yelled louder and for more to hear.

“Oh my fuck, keep going!”

I grabbed her by her tied up hands and pulled her closer. I used my other hand to wrap around her throat and fucked her as hard as I could.

“Baby right there! Don’t stop!”

I was not going to stop.

“Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”

I slammed her head back down onto the bed and used my arms to push her shoulders deep into the mattress. Each pulverization sent a shockwave through her ass cheeks, ricocheting back to me only to meet the next crushing blow. Incomprehensible sounds came muffled from her mouth as it was dug into the sheets. More and more liquid came splashing out onto the bed. More and more screams would grace my ear like soothing music. Our moans were our duet, and this bed was our stage. We had been putting on a spectacular piece, but she was the star of the show. I laid every inch of myself into her at a decelerating pace. Her whole body began quivering on my cock as she released herself all over me. She became numb as I slowly eased her off her orgasm and fell flat onto the bed. With whatever strength she had left.

“Your turn. Lay down baby,” she commanded.

I did what she asked but she was still tied. From under her, I grabbed her by the ponytail I made with my hands and slowly pushed her head down onto my dick. Up and down, up and down, as she gagged and choked on me.

“Baby, can I cum in your mouth?” I pleaded.

“Mhm” she mumbled with me inside of her throat.

I relentlessly push her deep down on my cock with rapid succession forcing her saliva to spread over every inch. I wanted something that I still hadn’t gotten. I pulled her head off my cock.

“Do you love me baby?” I asked one last time.

“I love you, darling” she said while trying to catch her breath.

I then threw her head back onto my tip and unrelentingly thrust my cock into her mouth until I came down her wet throat. I pulled her hair back to make her look at me while she swallowed my seed. I took my hand off her head, but she continued to stroke my dick with her lips and ran her tongue around my head trying to tease me. When she was done I got up, untied her, and pulled her close to give her a big kiss.

She is the love of my life, she makes me happy, and she loves me to death. She laid her head on my chest and I began to stroke her hair. We started to share our adventures from the past three months filled with laughter and smiles from ear to ear. I couldn’t help myself but to think “I’m going to marry this woman one day.”

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yamalegacy · 4 years ago

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can you do nsfw headcanons with mt lady please?

can i? can i do n/sfw hcs for one of my favourite characters? of fucking course i am! and i will happily do so bc i'm big time horned monster for lil miss mt lady! and well, since i didn't know where to start, in true super extra french fashion, went overboard and finished the n/sfw alphabet for her 💛

i’d already done a, d, l, m, t, y but i added them to this post so that i can have a full alphabet in one post!

cw: mentions of dom/sub dynamics, rough sex, threesomes, dry humping, finger sucking and slight oral fixation probably, mentions of so many things tbh. yū is a brat. also, pubic hair and stretch marks? idk man

⚠️ MDNI not so casual reminder for minors to not interact with this post ⚠️

A — AFTERCARE ( what are they like after sex? )

she is a bottom through and through and a pillow princess, so get ready to have to take care of her because she gets even lazier than usual after a good fuck. she can get whiny and demanding, asking for a bath or tea or both, but you’ll always be rewarded with cuddles and kisses. if she doesn’t fall asleep, that is.

B — BODY PART ( which body part do they like the most? )

big time ass and thighs girl right here. she enjoys a handful (or two handfuls, you know), girl loves a shapely ass that feels nice in her hands. she can’t keep her hands off of a nice ass.

C — CUM ( any headcanon about cum )

she complains a lot about basically all things cum related at first lbr, not to the point of complaining about going down on you (well, depending on how much you come, really...). it’ll take a while for yū to accept to kiss you after you eat her out, but you’ll catch her moaning at the taste of her own arousal more than once. and well. maybe sucking on your fingers after you fucked her turns her on a whole fucking lot. don’t expect her to admit it out loud tho.

D — DREAMS ( do they have sex dreams? what kind? how do they react? )

fairly regular kinky dreamland visitor. yū hates her sex dreams though. she always wakes up just when things are getting good, so she wakes up wet, needy and desperate every time. if you aren’t sleeping together that night, she’ll send you messages to complain, or even call you, hoping for a quickie over the phone. if you’re in her bed, she won’t care what time it is, she’ll wake you up and demand that you make her come. if you ignore her and go back to sleep, be ready to deal with a grumpy pro hero all day long (poor kamui woods has heard her complain about it way too many times and wishes he could forget everything she’s told him, especially that one time she dreamed about a threesome with you and him).

E — EXPERIENCE ( how much experience do they have? )

a lot less than you’d expect her to. yū is still young and she’s been extremely busy trying to become a pro hero so she hasn’t had that much time to experiment. she’s had a few partners, but it’s mostly been vanilla experiences for her.

F — FAVORITE POSITION ( what is their favorite sex position? )

she likes when things are close and personal, so missionary is always good with her, honestly. she loves being able to see your face and kiss you when you fuck her. yū also enjoys being bent over your lap, so that you can fuck her with your fingers and pull at her hair — learn how to multi-task, my friend, and she’ll be putty in your hands.

G — GRAB ( where do they like to have their hands on you the most? )

ass ass ass. thighs. ass. there’s very few things that yū loves more than a good ass and she will never stop touching it when it’s within her reach. when she is acting jealous or possessive, she tends to grab you by the wrists. if she’s still feeling possessive when you get home, she will crawl on top of you and keep her fingers wrapped around your wrists for a while, and then intertwine your fingers. yū has a habit of squeezing, it’s a way for her to make sure that you’re there, with her, that you aren’t going to go away.

H — HOT & BOTHERED ( what are they like when turned on? )

oh boy. is she a wild one! no matter what, she will be needy, but it might manifest in two very different ways. 1) she’ll give you the cold shoulder and pretend that she totally isn’t horny and desperate, she’s stubborn like that, but she sucks at hiding those things from you; she always presses her thighs together, that’s her biggest tell 2) she’ll just outright initiate intimacy, kiss your neck, straddle your lap and grind on your thigh.

I — INTIMACY ( how caring are they during/after sex? )

yū isn’t exactly the most gentle of lovers in general, even outside of your sex life. she is good with gentle touches, like caressing you, touching your hair, but when it comes to sex... little miss pillow princess expects you to take care of her. and she can be pretty demanding about it. but her habit of holding your hands is one of the ways she shows she cares.

J — JACK OFF ( any masturbation headcanon )

when adrenaline sets down after a day at work, yū needs the release more than anything, it’s also a really good way for her to relieve some stress. being a pro hero isn’t easy every day after all! she tends to want to make it quick because she doesn’t have all that much patience, which is exactly why she avoids penetration when touching herself; she’s all about rubbing her clit and vibrators — and she knows how to make it rough and quick.

K — KINK ( favorites? which ones do they keep secret? )

(semi) public sex, edging, overstimulation and multiple orgasms. dominance and any display of dominance that might be associated with a dom/sub dynamic, really. yū is a sub and it shows. she’ll complain about orgasm control because she’s not getting the release she needs, but it’s one of her favorite things. she has a bit of an oral fixation, bit of an obsession with sucking your fingers and licking them clean after you’ve fucked her, but she... well, she doesn’t want to admit it tho. it’s not that much of a secret since it’s become extremely obvious to you. on the other hand, she wouldn’t mind trying some roleplay/petplay and a bit more of degradation, but she sure af would mind saying it out-loud.

L — LOCATION ( what is their favorite place to have sex? )

being the pillow princess that she is, yū will always favor a comfortable bed over anything else, but it doesn’t mean that she doesn’t enjoy sex in other places. the two of you have become well acquainted with the couch at her agency (which has led to some awkward situations when you realized too late that you weren’t actually alone in the building).

M — MOTIVATION ( what turns them on? )

extremely sensitive and painfully easy to turn on. you barely have to try to turn her on most of the time, really. run your fingers on her inner thighs, grab her by the waist, whisper in her ear about what you want to do to her and she’ll be ready to go. yū will complain a lot if you do it in public, but that’s only because it gets her turned on in record time! hearing your voice, your praises, spurs her on better than anything else.

N — NOPE ( any turn offs or hard limits? )

she is a bit claustrophobic and her quirk makes it dangerous for her to feel trapped, which is why you have a safeword. she doesn’t like being handcuffed or tied down unless she knows she has an easy way out. she likes when you sit on her face, but not for too long, for the same reasons.

O — ORAL ( do they like giving or receiving? a preference? )

yū is an oral enthusiast, of course. she prefers receiving (she isn’t a pillow princess for no reason), but she enjoys pleasing you and being good for you, so there’s not a doubt she enjoys going down on you.

P — PACE ( fast or slow? )

her impatience makes it harder for her to enjoy slow at times. she wants it hard and fast (partly because it’s much easier than dealing with feelings). and well, when you take it slow and edge her... she is so sensitive that she’s come without permission on accident more than once because she just can’t control it. fast is easier because then she knows you just expect her to come.

Q — QUICKIE ( are they up for a quickie? )

always. all the time. never not up for a quickie.

R — ROMANCE ( do they like romantic gestures to set the mood? )

while she likes the idea on paper, the whole concept of taking the time to enjoy the moment, have nice scented candles and a warm bath, and she might put some effort into it when she has days off tbh. but it’s mt lady we’re talking about, you should know better than to expect all that romance fantasy! yū still knows how to surprise you from time to time.

S — STAMINA ( how long can they last? )

yū is a pro hero. she has years of training behind her and regularly works up to stay in shape, so she definitely has the stamina to go several rounds! but depending on how tiring her day has been. honestly, she might not make it to a first orgasm one some days, but those are rare occasions.

T — TALK ( what is their dirty talk like? )

yū isn’t necessarily the best with words; she’s all for kisses and touches. but if you’re touching her the right way, she’ll tell you how good you are. she won’t hesitate to tell you that she’s all yours and that she’s wet just for you.

U — UNFAIR ( how much do they tease? )

this woman. she knows your weaknesses, she knows what turns you on, what makes you want her the most. she likes to provoke more than to really tease; she wears the outfits that you love the most on her, the cute bras that push her tits up just right, the pretty sets of lingerie that she’s bought to look nice for you. if she’s feeling mean, she’ll swat your hands away when you try to touch her, but honestly, it won’t last long because. well. once again, yū is extremely impatient and there’s no much that can be done about it.

V — VOLUME ( how loud are they? )

makes a lot of noises but isn’t super loud in general. moans and whines, a lot of them. she makes the prettiest noises, honestly.

W — WILD CARD

you can't tell me that with her quirk she doesn't have stretch marks. she kinda hates them and is glad that her hero costume hides them, but seriously, just take a minute to kiss them and run your fingers over them. funnily enough, while she hates her own stretch marks, she could spend hours appreciating yours.

X — X-RAY ( any headcanon about their bodies and grooming habits )

yū takes really good care of herself and her body — she doesn’t like to shave everything off when it comes to her pubic hair, she keeps it clean and trimmed tho. she has very nice ethics when it comes to her appearance. shaves, no waxing, she hates the idea of having to go to a salon and have a stranger touch her, even if it’s their job.

Y — YEARNING ( how desperate do they tend to be? )

mt. lady is queen of yearning. she’s also queen of pretending that she doesn’t miss you all the time. if work takes over her life for a few days and she can’t see you for a while, you can expect her to just be glued to you the second she sees you again. she’ll be extra needy and probably want to ride your thigh. she wouldn’t be able to let you go. and yet she’ll try (and fail) to pretend like she didn’t miss you and wasn’t desperate to feel you again.

Z — ZZZZ… ( how quickly do they fall asleep? )

well... it’s happened a few times that she fell asleep embarrassingly quickly after an orgasm... let’s say you’ve stopped counting how many times she’s fallen asleep with your fingers in her mouth.

#mha x reader #mha x you #bnha x reader #bnha x you #mha smut #bnha smut #mt lady x reader #⛰️ takeyama yu ( mt lady )#⚠️ mdni ⚠️#🍌 headcanons

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astralkoo · 4 years ago

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the huntress | jungkook (teaser)

Pairing: jungkook x (f.) reader

Genre: werewolf au, hunter au, action, thriller, angst, fluff, smut

Rating: 18+ (graphic violence / explicit sexual content)

Estimated Final Word Count: 15-20k??? Maybe more bc it’s already at 7.4k and I haven’t even fully hit on the main plot yikes

Teaser Word Count: 1,780

Summary: You are a hunter. You are a protector. And you are a killer. These are simple facts. Facts that have been drilled into your head since you were a child. These facts are all that you know, all that you can rely on when the world around you is constantly changing. But, what can you do when one of the very creatures you’ve been taught to hunt, taught to kill, taught to hate makes you question everything you once believed?

Warnings: explicit language, descriptions of blood, graphic violence, death, killing/murder, jk is kept in a cage, panic attack, betrayal, sad jk, explicit sexual content; sex in a lake, unprotected sex (please be safe!!), sub!jungkook, dom!reader, virgin!jungkook, lots of whining, light dirty talk, hand job, fingering, jk has a kissing kink, oral (f. receiving), biting, reader calls jk puppy (all warnings are subject to change)

Release Date: TBD

A/N ; ah shit here we go. she’s been coming along pretty smoothly, so I thought it was the right time put the teaser out for you guys! I’m really excited to get the full fic posted and hopefully it won’t be too far in the future, but with my track record... I can make no guarantees. thank you for 1.4K followers!! I hope you enjoy!

You felt it building in your chest, swelling into something large and uncontainable. The sensation creeping up your throat, filling the back of your mouth and forcing open your jaws. Tears sprung to the corners of your eyes and your dry lips strained as they stretched open, the monstrous yawn finally breaking free.

Fuck. You are so tired.

It had been an exhausting day to begin with and of course, with your luck, it was your turn to take the night watch.

Around you, the forest was alive: crickets and cicadas singing lazy songs, the warm summer breeze rustling through the leaves, the waning moon casting a cool silver glow over the sleeping earth. Beside you, the dying remains of a bonfire flickers and spits blazing embers, choking and fading with every gust of wind. The darkness is slowly closing in, the eerie shadows of the surrounding trees creeping closer and closer with every passing minute.

Gravity pulled at your eyelids, the sweet lure of sleep all too tempting.

Crack.

You shot upright, eyes wide and alert, ears straining. It was too dark to see past the outer layer of trees, and a heavy silence followed, only remedied by the soft crackling of the singed wood. There’s a familiar prickle under your skin, the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end. It’s dark, but you don’t need to see to know that there is something out there. Call it a self-made sixth sense if you will, something you’ve developed and trained into perfection over the course of many years.

Instinctively, your fingers reached for your bow. The sleek black metal scraped against the large stone it was propped up on as you swiftly and silently fall into position. Unsheathing an arrow from the leather quiver, you pull it back against the string until you feel that perfect tension. The side of your thumb caresses the cool skin of your cheek, and you close one eye, honing in on the dark tree line.

Come on. Give me a reason.

But you’re only rewarded with silence.

After a few tense moments, you slowly lowered your weapon, brow twitching in irritation.

“Get a grip, y/n.” You grumbled roughly.

You were on edge. It’s understandable; you were in completely unfamiliar territory, with no reliable knowledge of the land or its inhabitants to lean back on. The knowledge which you did have, however (that being the knowledge that the nearby town had been getting ravaged by a bloodthirsty beast under the cover of nightfall), didn’t ease the tension in your shoulders in the slightest.

After all, that was the whole reason for your troop’s relocation.

A little over three weeks ago, the head of your troop received a letter from a desperate mayor, pleading for your help. They had a problem. Almost every night for the past month, towns people that wandered the streets late into the evening when the sun had set behind the hills and the moon had risen past the horizon, whether it be walking home from a long day of work or going for an evening jog when the summer heat wasn’t so unbearable, had been getting killed. No, not killed— slaughtered.

You’d seen the pictures.

No human being was capable of doing what had been done to those people.

Ergo, the exigency for your troop’s presence.

This town didn’t need cops, they didn’t need police or detectives searching for some rampant serial killer. What they needed were hunters. More specifically, werewolf hunters. Which is precisely what you were. ‘Slayers of the Supernatural’, some might say. Your job was simple: find the murderous creature responsible for the bloody deaths of thirty seven innocent civilians, and eliminate the problem, once and for all. Pretty cut and dry when you think about it.

And for a troop as skilled and experienced as yours, finding and ending this bloodthirsty beast should be a cinch.

But, that didn’t make sitting out, so painfully alone in the dark of night with a killer werewolf on the loose any less unnerving.

Now, you weren’t afraid of the monster itself, you’d held your own against its kind and worse plenty of times in the past. No, it was the deafening silence that was most disquieting. The stillness. The lack of happening. It set you on edge, made it feel like you had to hold your breath to get the slightest idea of what was going on around you. The wait had always been your least favorite part of the hunt, despite it being one of the most vital.

You’ll admit, you can be impatient. It was your most notable cause of failure back in your training days and in some of your earlier hunts. But you’ve gotten better, become capable of capping your overzealous antics, improved in terms of self restraint. Though, you’d still much rather be in the heart of the action than sitting on the sidelines and waiting with buzzing anticipation nipping at your heels.

Exhaling heavily, you slumped back onto the ground, exhaustion quickly seeping back into your sore muscles once the brief flush of adrenaline drained from your system.

Then you heard the rustling of leaves. But this— it was different from the sound made when the breeze wisps through them. There was a certain force to it, a heaviness in the way the branches clicked and the leaves crunched. It was the sound of a body moving through the heavy foliage. A large animal? Maybe. Or perhaps it was something else entirely. Not human. Not an animal. But something in between.

Your hand was around the grip of your bow in less than a second, body swiftly falling into a low crouch.

It was dark. But the moon spilled just enough light over the forest for you to catch a glimpse of a silhouette: a tall, dark shape moving slowly through the brush. You had your mark. Now you just needed a reason to loose your arrow.

Never strike without absolute certainty that you have your eye on the right target. That’s what Junmyeon always drilled into your head during training after you attacked too early and without proper understanding of who (the dummy representing an innocent civilian, in such cases) you’d been aiming at. Because if you somehow mistook an innocent for one of the beasts you hunt— it was a thought you didn’t want to so much as consider.

Teeth gritting, you carefully followed the shadowy figure, feet shifting silently across the dirt. Suddenly, your boot clad toe suddenly knocked a pebble, sending it skittering across the ground. You froze, and so did the silhouette. Then its head whipped in your direction, and the very second you saw the flash of two unmistakable red eyes, your fingers released the taut string, sending the arrow whizzing into the tree line.

A shriek of agony ripped through the calm night air. The figure staggered, doubling over, before quickly righting itself and whirling around, taking off into the dense, black forest.

You didn’t let so much as a fraction of a second pass before you launched yourself off the dirt ground and bolted into the woods after the creature, a delicious combination of red hot adrenaline and childlike excitement immediately consuming you. It was this— this feeling, this exhilaration that you lived for. That you hunted for. It drove you in ways nothing else ever had. The combination of blood rushing through your veins and your heart thundering in your ears created an almost euphoric sensation. It was a high, thrilling and electrifying. But perhaps those weren’t quite the right words to describe it.

Maybe it was the fact that for these moments as you were rushing through the brush, low branches slicing at your arms and face, cool wind winding through your hair, you could clear your mind and focus only on this one thing, on putting every ounce of your energy into this one moment to accomplish this one feat. There wasn’t— there couldn’t be a single invading thought, doubt, concern. There was nothing but boiling determination, molten in your bloodstream.

Ahead of you, the creature rushed frantically through the dense forest, weaving and staggering around the bulging trunks of towering trees. It was trying to lose you. But you excelled when it came to the chase. The fact that it was wounded also helped; the dark red blood stained the leaves and mossy earth, leaving a clear path for you to follow.

You were catching up, the distance between you and it growing smaller and smaller with each moment. You could hear the creature's heavy footfalls, the crunching of leaves and snapping of twigs. Within a few strides, you were within arms distance. If you were to reach out your hand—

Just as your fingertips grazed its back, you broke through the tree line. The creature, caught off guard, stumbled. A fatal mistake. Before it had a chance to recover, you rammed your shoulder into its back, directly between its shoulder blades, sending it stumbling forward with a stunned yelp. You hadn’t even noticed the massive body of water until he fell into it. Always be aware of your surroundings, you reminded yourself sharply, before honing in on your target. The water, reflecting the night sky like a mirror, rippled and spat around the form of the creature as it attempted to scramble away from you. But you didn’t let it get far.

You thrust yourself on top of him, pinning his kicking legs down with your own and making a grab for his flailing arms. A sharp hiss rushed past your teeth when you felt something slice into your arm, but you paid no heed to the warm, familiar trickle of blood. It only fueled the roaring fire of determination inside of you further. He was bucking up, thrashing wildly, trying to throw you off, but you held fast, angling yourself in such a way that you had the upper hand. Icy water splashed across your face, seeping into your clothes as you used all your strength to keep him down. But it wasn’t easy fighting a werewolf with your bare hands. Not even a wounded one. And you were quickly growing sick of feeling the piercing sting of his claws cutting through your clothes and biting into your skin.

In one swift motion, you unsheathed the silver blade hidden in a pouch sewn into the inside of your boot. Every muscle in his body froze up at the feeling of cold metal pressing threateningly against his vulnerable throat.

Panting through clenched teeth, you pinned him with a chilling glare.

“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t slit your throat.”

#bts fanfic #Jungkook fanfic #teaser #the huntress #bts #Jungkook #bts smut #werewolf Jungkook #bts au #fanfic teaser #sub!jungkook #sub!bts #Jungkook smut

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labeeboheme · 3 years ago

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a short fic (that i’ll probably add way more to bc i love his idea) inspired by this post by the wonderful @thewistlingbadger

(tw/ gun mention, very vague past homophobia implied)

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Spencer couldn’t feel his hands. The combination of the rough rope chafing on his wrists (just enough to set his teeth on edge, enough to make his skin feel too exposed even under his jacket) and the knowledge that he’d already cheated death too many times for this to end well was enough to numb his fingers and blur his vision. Surely, after 14 years in this job and almost as many near death experiences, his luck had to be running out soon. There were only so many times he could feel the cold metal of the gun against his forehead before the man holding the gun - an endless rota of numerous faces, changing in name but never in experience - followed through. The only thing keeping the panic at bay was the sounds of JJ’s breathing behind him, grounding him to the job. Panicking would put her in danger, panicking would mean failure.

“Truth or dare”, Pinker whispered, his twisted smile burning into Reid’s eyes. A brief glance at the body in front of him took any choice there was away from him - he couldn’t risk a dare. He couldn’t waste the hours he spent each night, images of prison flashing through his mind as he tried to reassure himself that he wasn’t a monster.

“Truth”, Reid answered, forcing eye contact as he did so. The pit of regret that formed as Pinker grinned almost made him edge back, beg the other option, beg for anything. Instead he forced himself to stay still, every muscle tensed as he waited for the truth. He knew nobody was listening, and JJ knew everything about him, he had nothing to lose.

“Tell me a secret. Something nobody knows about you, including your friend here. Make it worth my time.”

Oh.

It was a long established fact that JJ couldn’t act. The first girls+Spence night had established that, a bonding game over too much wine. As much faith as he put in his best friend, he knew he couldn’t risk the chance that she wouldn’t be genuinely surprised.

Nervously, Spencer turned around to glance at her. He knew exactly what secret it would be -the secret he’d considered telling her since the first ill-fated non-date to the game. Every second that passed was spent with Spencer desperately trying to find something else to say, anything else, anything that wouldn’t betray his longest kept secret.

The cold of the bullet and the impatient tapping of the shoe behind it brought him back to reality.

“I…”

Again he glanced round at JJ, seeing her anxious gaze. A lifetime of memories with her flashed through his mind, giving him a seconds worth of confidence to force out:

“I’m in love with my best friend.”

He watched as her eyes filled with tears, watching as she opened her mouth to say something. He didn’t give her the chance, wrenching his head round to look back at the unsub.

“I’m in love with my best friend, and he’s married with a kid, and I…I waited 14 years and now it’s just too late.”

If he hadn’t been Spencer Reid, if he hadn’t constantly been overstimulated and far too in touch with every sense, he would have missed the slight noise that came from JJ, the way her face changed, the way her eyebrows pressed together with an emotion Spencer couldn’t place. The gun pressed deeper into his skin, pushing himself further back into the wall to avoid it, all the while keeping JJ’s gaze, broken only by the explosion that shook the room.

Between the BAU bursting in and the ringing in his ears, Spencer hardly realised the shot fired until he heard Pinker hit the floor, the gun held between his shaking hands. Luke was pulling him up, pushing him out the door despite JJ’s shouts for him. It wasn’t until he was sitting in the back of the ambulance, hand being bandaged, surrounded by unknown faces, that the reality of what he’d said hit him.

Years spent avoiding pronouns when talking about dates. Years spent nervously laughing off Morgan’s teasing, and pretending that his disinterest in his dates was simply that - disinterest, not crippling heartbreak. Years spent loving Hank, adoring his godson, but always leaving their house with a bitter feeling in his stomach that made him hate himself. Years spent-

“Spence”

JJ was staring up at him, tilting her head every time he tried to avoid her gaze.

“Hey. Listen, I’ve got to catch up with Matt, so-

“Spencer!”

“Jennifer!”

She raised an eyebrow, mirroring his incredulous look before laughing softly.

“I wanted to give you this back, the Techs just cleared it”, she said, handing him back his revolver. She laughed again at his surprised look, backing away.

“What, did you think there was something else to address?” She asked, and even Spencer could pick up on the subtle sarcasm. He smiled a little, glancing down at his hands, twisting around the gun. Her soft laugh made him feel that maybe he hadn’t ruined everything with that confession, maybe this wouldn’t be a repeat of high school.

“Look…not to start a deep and meaningful conversation in the back of an ambulance, but…I love you, okay? You’re my closest friend. Apparently I’m not yours, mr-Morgan-is-my-best-friend, but I’ll overlook it. Just know I really don’t mind, okay? And whenever you’re ready to talk about it, just shout”.

Spencer nodded, swallowing down tears. JJ gripped his hand, smiling at him again before starting to walk away.

“JJ!” Reid shouted, watching as she whipped around. She raised an eyebrow again, taking a step back towards him.

“Yeah?”

“…..it’s Doctor-Morgan-is-my-best-friend.”

The laughter as she walked away, and the confused look Emily threw their way was enough to make him feel like perhaps this time round, he could survive someone knowing.

(And yet, when Rossi clapped him on the shoulder as he looked across at JJ again, and whispered “she’s a married woman, my friend”, he still smiled and swallowed the sick feeling once again. Maybe he wasn’t as ready as he thought).

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#let’s just call this: clickbait Jeid #Truth or Dare #moreid #criminal minds #spencer reid #fic #writing #jennifer jareau

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scandeniall · 4 years ago

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story of us

pairing: suna x reader

the story of ur relationship <3; alternatively (more) dating sunarin headcanons but this time is somewhat of an order and talks good and bad 2K+ worth lol

a/n: i had more planned but half of these have been sitting in my notes for months and its kinda fucking long already bc he lives rent free!!!

warnings: uh the usual aged up (in ur 20s time skip type beat), language, yeah

Meeting

Now when y’all met suna was not looking to love at all. That man was just living his life and so where you. The two of you pretty much meet through komori. You’re a friend and it’s his birthday so him and a few of his friends go out for drinks bc why not. Young hot pretty financially stable v-ball players. Nah no ones there for any type of hookups literally just there celebrating a great guy.

They rent out a section at a relatively nice bar tbh. Not the cheapest and you can actually hear conversation. But also not a super expensive one where the patrons are middle aged with jazz music and the occasional track to relive “youth.” Komori’s a sweetie and will come outside to get you when you text that you’re there. You’ve met washio and ofc sakusa Before so you greet them casually then you turn and there’s Suna and a few others you haven’t met.

That greeting isn’t anything special I promise. Just “hey I’m so and so” and vice versa. It’s one of those meetings where you just think “he’s cute” but it’s such a fleeting thought. Y’all don’t even really talk that first night tbh. At the next practice Suna mentions offhandedly that he didn’t know komori was dating someone and komori is like: huh? Yeah sorry. I love (Y/N) and all but were just friends. Suna just shrugs not really caring to be honest until Komori just asks what did he think of you.

“Don’t really remember much man. Seemed cool though” he didn’t think he’d really see you again. Yeah you were close enough to have been at Komori’s birthday but if that was his first time ever meeting you, he figured you weren’t from around there are present very much. Yeah he was wrong.

Suddenly you were on Komori’s snap story more often, or maybe he’d just been noticing more. Too bad he couldn’t even remember your name 💀. Then it turned into you occasionally popping up where he was. He’d been told your name at least 5 times already but wouldn’t remember it the next day. Whenever he’d see you again he’d get a strained look like: “what is this mf name again” just laugh and tell him again bby.

That changed at some random house party by another mutual friend you two apparently had? You two were the only people just around the fire pit trying to catch some warmth in the chilly night. He’s probably just on his phone head bobbing his head to the muffled music from inside. And you’re just like “remember my name yet?” All jokingly. This sparks the tiniest bit of interest in him and he lets out a low chuckle and just admits “not at all.” I also feel like this is the first time he really looks at you and he’s like 🤨, wait you’re actually kinda cute.

That night y’all just kinda talk and vibe. The conversation comes easy as you two jump back and forth from talking about the music playing to sneakers which he brings up to stuff that you like. He’s actually really easy to talk to. So easy that u can forget about him not remembering your name despite meeting several times. You mention that you’d hung around komori before while they were gaming and that he seemed pretty cool. That leads him to asking “how do you know him anyways?”

“I used to date Sakusa”

Mentally he’s just like— ‘yeah I’m not getting involved in this. Time to go.’ Until you just start laughing.

“I’m kidding. He’s not really my type. We met after being paired together for a project in school.”

The two of you spend quite a bit of time just talking that night until you are joined again by some friends and it’s deadass like y’all weren’t just talking for almost an hour straight.

Getting Together

The process of getting together is like a cat and mouse game. You two start getting closer than friends and then something happens and you’re not talking for weeks. Whether it be life just getting busy, and then someone ending up on some random tinder date or so be it. Definitely one of those things were somehow someway y’all end up just hanging on one of your couches watching a movie. At some point there’s definitely a hint of sexual tension but neither of y’all act on it (later on you find on his finsta that he used to post several “i wont you 😔” memes Folks can’t tell if hes joking or not (hes not))

You probably gotta tell that man you like him so if that ain’t you I’m sorry. Y’all not dating 😹. It’s something casual, y’all going to pick up some snacks for a movie night and why this mf keep looking at you out the side of his eyes instead of the road. You def texting the groupchat asking if you should confess. They tell you to boss up and just do it baby.

You literally end up confessing in that parking lot. Like right when he shuts the car off and starts swinging his keys on his finger and you kinda just blurt “I like you. Like like you.” He just kinda nods before his eyes widen. “Wait are you fr?” Like no you’re joking tf. It gets a lil awkward so you just go to get out the car and he’s like “I like like you too.”

I definitely don’t think either of you ever officially asked the other out it’s just at some point the understanding that you two are a couple. Like when you’re hanging out just you two hes more touchy, and then y’all start kissing and holding hands at some point. Then when you’re with friends he almost exclusively sits next to you and your friends notice the whispers in one another’s ears at the loud bar that seem just a hint too intimate for ppl who are just friends. Then y’all start arriving and leaving places together and people just at some point get the message (it’s later confirmed by you tweeting some shit like: I hate Rin why is that mf my boyfriend)

As far as anniversaries y’all draw straws to pick a day in the ballpark of the time y’all both think you became official. That’s the day you stick with even if it’s not true.

Relationship Flaws

A fault in the relationship is sunas kinda poor communication when it comes to things that matter. How he feels. Arguments. Love sure as hell don’t come east with anyone but when your partner won’t let you in? Yeah that’s like hell. That’s something you struggle with. And then on your end, it’s the impatience with him not letting you in. You try to wrongfully rush it.

There’s definitely been arguments that stem from him just being upset about something unrelated to the relationship then coming to you for comfort without actually telling you what’s wrong. He kinda just wants to lay with his head on his chest but at some point that’s not enough. Y’all are in a relationship and should be able to talk about your bad days too.

You’re not innocent in this issue either because sometimes it comes off too pushy. Yes it’s from a place of care but sometimes that silent comfort is necessary. The walls will break in due time and y’all both know that deep in the back of your minds But then there’s a part that’s like— yeah we can’t let this become the norm

“Rin, can you please talk to me”

He will have literally told you “whatever” and that he “can’t deal with this rn” several times as he just shrugs and is like yeah “I’m gonna just go home. I’ll text you later” with an awkward ass pat on your shoulder if it really ruined his mood. If he’s leaving before he gets super upset and uncomfortable just some half assed kiss in your cheek

Another thing is I feel like he could be passive aggressive and let’s be real other folks doing it causes you to do it to. Y’all probably drag eachother on your finstas where you can both see it lol

But when it comes to making up he cracks first and apologizes when he started it. Or as y’all get more comfy with communication. If it’s not anything major he’ll just hit you with a text like “I’m bored come hang”

More Relationship Things

I feel like he love/hates driving. Likes the ride not always driving though. So if you ever proposed a late night drive he’d be down (if you offer to drive). He does let y’all take his car though. He reclines the seat pretty far back. Alternates between just closing his eyes vibing w/ the music or kinda just looking at you (he the type of bf that makes u nervous no matter how long y’all been together)The way he looks at you makes you nervous cause that man is fine as hell and you can just feel his eyes on you.

He films you on Snapchat and sends the video to you like “you look hot”

If he’s not ‘resting his eyes’ he’s mumbling along to the music because he has the aux. if y’all music tastes are different he occasionally throws in something you really like bc he likes how you perk up at one of your fav songs

Moving on. Y’all dap eachother up after s3x because it’s “modern romance” (boy stfu). You two came up with a sex playlist together and it’s on both of your phones. Sometimes one of you will add a troll song that the other doesn’t know and put it in the lineup. (Stole my heart by 1D has definitely played before and you were practically in tears laughing at his reaction. That was one of those songs he was like ‘yeah alright i think we’re done).

At some point you two develop your own handshake and it’s cute. Whenever either of you have to travel without the other that’s always the last thing you do before you leave eachother. There’s vids of your friends daring y’all to do your elaborate ass handshake drunk and doesn’t matter what’s in your system, you both know it like the back of your hand.

I think he values quality time a lot so there’s so many nights where you’re both just chilling in his room just doing your own things. He could just be at his desk watching some game highlights and you’re just doing hw on his bed with your own earbuds in work all spread out and he’s content. He’s also attentive so if he calculates that you’ve been working too long he’ll just take ur earbud like “hey let’s go get something to eat.”

People definitely think he’s the lazy one in the relationship but it’s 100% not true. Like stated above, he’s very attentive and can pretty much gauge how you’re feeling in the blink of an eye. He knows when you need alone time but won’t go without reassuring you that he’s here whenever you’re ready. When you do just need him he’s there without a second thought. If you’re more touchy he’ll have your head in his lap his arm running up and down your as you tell him what’s wrong. He knows when to joke about a minor inconvenience and over the course of your relationship knows when to cut the jokes and be serious with you.

He’d never admit it but he knows your coffee order by heart (he keeps up his image my asking wtf do you get everytime. Just let him LOL). He the type to peek at what you plan on wearing and ‘accidentally’ color coordinate then pull some shit like “why are you copying me”

Y’all def shit talk together. See someone doing something completely out of pocket in public— straight to ur phones you go (pack it up shade room). To the public it just looks like you aren’t paying any attention to one another on your dates but y’all are. Just over the phone so u don’t piss off ur target 😌

Y’all are very comfy in your relationship that you just say stuff. Y’all don’t even think.

“Rin, what if i crashed us in this car rn 😹”

“Do it. Might be fun”

When you two finally move in together it’s almost like how your relationship starts. Slowly more and more spares of stuff for you end up at his. He does sorta make the move near the end of your lease and is just like “you’re here more than me anyways.” (hes nervous but swears he’s not. Bby you’re literally shaking). Him moving you in is like hell. This mf takes sooooo long to help with boxes. Picks up 1 then sits for like 15 minutes. You ask for help the first few times and he’s just like “I got you” while continuing to scroll his phone.

Sleepy Shoulder kisses in the mornings. Only form a greeting you get but it’s ok

this is like my 100th dating suna hc and im still going this is SICK. it was so hard to not drop old refs bc i still believe in them 100% yes i do!!!!

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #suna rintaro x reader #suna x reader #haikyuu imagine #suna imagines #hq imagines #haikyuu headcanons

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bbugyu · 5 years ago

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hi can i request a wonwoo friends to lovers!!

abso-fuckin-tutely! since you were a lil vague, i asked my friendly neighborhood wonwoorideul for a prompt and she shouted out the song nothing by bruno major (aka one of the sweetest songs on wonwoo's spotify playlist)!

nothing + jeon wonwoo

moving in with your best friend was the best idea you ever had, even if he claimed it was his.

wc.3707 | fluff, angst, roommates/friends to lovers au, gn reader, like one swear and it barely counts bc it was hoshi, slowburn pining, wonwoo sees you and his mind is full of poetry, happy ending! (jp ver.)

thank you so much for my very first request! i tried to post this quickly, so i’m sorry if it’s not as polished as my other pieces. i was so impatient to get this out hahah. i love me some domestic wonwoo

wonwoo wasn't just your roommate, to be perfectly frank. the lanky guy had wormed his way into your close circle when you had worked part time together at a grocery store fresh out of high school, and when you both decided you needed to be closer to the big city, it just made sense to go together. you had never lived alone before, and your mother had said she would feel better if you had someone she knew around, someone to take care of you for her, even though you insisted you would be fine. she tried to get you to move in with your auntie, and while eating her food would be a definite plus, you absolutely despised the idea of living under the same roof as your chaotic cousin. so, when wonwoo mentioned wanting to get out of your podunk village, you excitedly told him you wanted to move to seoul.

"okay," he had said, looking at you over his comic book as he lounged on your family's couch. "let's go, then."

two months later, his dad was helping the two of you move into a tiny two bedroom apartment in a neighborhood of seoul that housed mostly old married couples, but you liked that it was a little more quiet than downtown. it felt more like home, but busy enough to give you your fill of the city. you could walk down the street to a cafe every morning on your way to the station, headed to your shitty temp desk job that you had just to pay bills. wonwoo was able to transfer to the main seoul office of his existing job as a software engineer, and was even able to work from home most days. you were forever jealous that he could hop onto remote meetings wearing a tie and button up over a pair of sweats. on days that he had to go into the office, though, he would walk with you and point out shops that you had yet to visit in your few months of living in the city.

"since when are you a flowers kinda guy?" you asked, gaze following his finger to the florist shop he pointed out.

he shrugged, adjusting his backpack straps over the blazer he wore. "might be nice for the apartment."

you eyed him. despite knowing him for years, sometimes he still surprised you.

on days that he didn't ride the subway with you, you would come home to find him sitting on the couch, swinging around a digital new york city from a web on the tv. you noticed the potted plant on the kitchen counter when you dropped your keys off in their designated tray. they were red, with tight round petals. you thought they almost looked like roses, but you knew that wasn't right. peonies? begonias? you didn't know enough about flowers to recognize them, but you figured he went to the florist in your neighborhood while you were at work.

he paused his game after landing on a roof somewhere. "how was your day?"

"good," you said, pulling off your light jacket and standing by the couch. "what's with the flowers?"

wonwoo looked around you to the yellow ceramic and red blooms, both colors that suited the other few colorful items in your minimalistic (mostly from having only lived there a few short months) white kitchen. "camellias. i thought they looked nice."

you nodded, thinking that he had more to say, but decided not to press. "have you eaten?"

he stretched on the couch, hands falling to the back of his beanie clad head as he let out a strangled noise. "do i ever eat without you?"

that made you smile. "any thoughts on dinner?"

wonwoo shook his head, settling back into the couch. "what do you feel like?"

"i'm craving pizza."

wonwoo pushed his glasses up his nose and adjusted to fish his phone out of the pocket of his favorite track pants. "go take a shower, i'll order."

you grinned. "you are such a good roommate."

"correction, i'm the best roommate. oh, also," he pointed towards the fridge in the kitchen. "soonyoung came by with side dishes from your aunt."

"oh, thank god," you said, walking over to wash your hands quickly and check the haul. "i was worried we were gonna have to buy kimchi this week. he wasn't annoying, was he?"

wonwoo shook his head, chuckling at the way you talked about your cousin as he tapped through menus on his phone. "he was fine. complained that you weren't here."

"doesn't he have a job?" you opened a plastic container and popped a sweet braised potato into your mouth. your voice was muffled as you chewed. "he knows i get off at five. if he wants to see me he should come when he knows i'll be home."

the small smile on wonwoo's face never left as you rambled about soonyoung, then your fantastic chef of an aunt, and then the new guy that sat at the desk next to you that microwaved fish for lunch. seriously, who microwaves fish? in an office?

wonwoo commiserated with you, then told you to hurry and go wash up, because he had just submitted the pizza order, to which you responded "okay, okay, i'm going. i'll be back in a minute."

after a steam filled shower, you left the bathroom while toweling your damp hair, sporting a plain black v-neck with your, similar to wonwoo's, favorite track pants.

wonwoo looked up and laughed, tugging on the hem of his shirt. "we match."

you eyed one of the several black muscle tanks wonwoo sports regularly and giggled, pulling at the stripes down your pants. "we do. you want wine?"

"hell yeah. friday night, baby."

you laughed, returning to the bathroom to hang your towel before making your way to the kitchen, pulling a couple of stemless wine glasses out of your cabinet. they were the only glasses in the apartment because, as wonwoo had said, your priorities are notoriously bad. but, you reminded him, they worked just fine with water too, so you convinced him that buying real glasses could wait until you were both slightly less busy. you grabbed the bottle of red wine off the counter and looked at the seal. "wonwoo."

"yeah?" he paused his game and looked at you over the small kitchen cart that acted as an island. you held up the wine.

"new bottle."

he sighed dramatically. "what would you do without me?"

you grinned happily as you got the wine opener out of a drawer, holding it out for him. he snatched the bottle and opener from your hands and made a face, but began twisting the corkscrew into the cork nonetheless. you planted your elbow on the wood topped cart and watched him as he tugged out the cork, decidedly ignoring the fact that he was wearing a sleeveless shirt and he definitely looked like he had taken a trip to the gym today.

"you pour, i always miss."

you laughed, pulling at the shrapnel of the seal that wonwoo always refused to cut away before removing the cork. "maybe if you didn't make the neck such a mess it wouldn't go everywhere when we pour it."

"unnecessary step," he retorted, watching you as you poured the wine into the two glasses. he took the one closest to him as you finished. "cheers."

"cheers," you repeated, clinking your glass against his and taking a gulp. you let out a noise of approval. "happy friday."

wonwoo was smiling as he took a sip. "happy friday."

"where's the pizza?"

"uh," he patted his empty pockets, then put down his wine glass to retrieve his phone from the couch. "down the street."

wonwoo had to shove his feet into a pair of slides to meet the delivery person at the entrance of your building, and when he returned, you were giggling into your glass at your sns feed. the wine hit maybe a little too hard, but you hadn't eaten in too long for you to have almost polished off a glass already.

wonwoo gestured for you to join him on the couch, so you grabbed the bottle of wine and tucked it under your arm, carrying the two glasses over to where he was shutting off his game.

you ate merrily, and then you talked. about nothing and everything all at the same time. this happened more often than you ever thought it would, but a week into living in the city, wonwoo had come home from hanging out with some old friends to you crying on the couch with a show on that was far too comical to be the source of your tears. that night, he stayed up with you until the sun was peeking up over the buildings, listening to your worries and struggles. he shared his own fears. you were a blubbering mess. he kept sniffling his nose, acting like the tears welling up in his eyes weren't there when you laughed, despite yourself. wonwoo and you had always been close, or as close as past coworkers that had the same friend circle could be, but this was different. you couldn't remember the last time you had cried like that in front of anyone, much less someone who wasn't your mother.

when you woke up on the couch past noon, your sunday to a late start, your arms were wrapped around wonwoo's torso as he slept, one hand tucked behind his head and the other on your back. his face was inches from yours. your cheeks were pink and you suddenly felt hot, trying as gently as you could to escape without waking him. he stirred, but only to readjust as you snuck away.

he said nothing about the cuddling when he woke to the sound of you closing the front door, and you smiled as you held out the iced americano you got him at the cafe down the street. he squinted at you and scratched his head, taking the drink and sipping it before even testing his voice.

"thanks."

he looked at you, eyebrows furrowed. "what? you bought coffee. thank you."

you sat next to him and swirling the straw in your own drink. "no, i mean for staying up with me. sorry i was a mess."

there was a pause, and your heart almost stopped when he put an arm over your shoulder. "you weren't. and i'll stay up with you whenever you want."

wonwoo sipped at his drink again, giving you a light squeeze when a tear fell down your cheek.

living together meant you saw a side of him you had never seen before. the little things he did throughout his day, when he wasn't even particularly conscious that you were in the same room as him. he always bit at his thumb when he was working, and he had a habit of leaving the milk carton open in the fridge. he always made you smile when he emerged from his room with his headphones loud enough for you to hear them from across the room, and he cluelessly bobbed his head to whatever he was listening to while he refilled a water bottle, waving and smiling before he returned to his room. when your mom asked you how living with wonwoo was, you told her he was great. clean, respectful, and quiet. that you had never been closer. that he made you feel safer so far from home. you didn't, however, tell her that you discovered that he liked running home from the gym at 2 pm on the weekends, laying out on the floor with his shirt over his head before he convinced himself to take a shower.

you had always thought wonwoo was cute. how could you not? he was a handsome guy, but you had accepted your place as a friend to him and happily let it progress no further. but, now that you spent your afternoons off arguing with him on whether or not showering was even worth the trouble, you couldn't help but stare at him. watching his toned chest rise and fall as you thought about how he had admitted his crippling fear of failure to you at three in the morning when your face was puffier than a padded jacket.

you never noticed, but wonwoo watched you closer than he did anything in his life. that night, when he found you crying, he felt his heart clench as you told him all your insecurities. when he had pulled you into his chest and held you tight as you questioned whether moving so far from home was a mistake, he patted your hair and told you that it was going to be fine. you had him, afterall. he had you. the two of you could make it out here. and if you still wanted to go home when the lease was up in six months, he would be there to help you move back.

he didn't stop holding you until your breathing settled, your shoulders stopped shaking. he leaned back into the couch, bringing you with him, and you didn't protest when he ran his hand up and down your back, coaxing you to sleep.

since then, every time you spoke to him, he couldn't help but stare at you intently. he watched your eyes light up while you talked about something you loved. he watched you scrunch your nose as you talked about your new desk neighbor. he watched your lips push into a pout when he said he should go get some work done. he wondered if anyone else noticed the way you sucked on your teeth while you thought up a witty comeback, or the way you carded your fingers through your still wet hair. or the way your eyes creased into a laugh, your hand coming up to block your open mouth. or the way you chewed on your red wine stained lip while he tried to form a sentence in response, when all he wanted to do was put those lips on his.

wonwoo had been stewing with these feelings far longer than he thought bearable, but stuffed it down in fear that he might lose you altogether. he didn't want to lose you altogether. he had gone on a walk halfway through his workday at home, feeling antsy for no particular reason, though if he thought about it long enough he would have realised it was because you had said something about feeling lonely lately that morning. he saw the florist he had pointed out the week before, and his feet brought him through the door.

"hi!" he looked up from the colorful display by the door to the person behind the counter and smiled politely. "did you need help finding something?"

"um," wonwoo blinked and looked around for a moment, then moved towards the counter. "i need a gift, i think."

the florist's eyebrows quirked curiously. "you think?"

he nodded, eyes flicking down to the nametag on his chest. he wondered if he was a foreigner with his three character name, but didn't mention it. "yeah. housewarming. for my, uh-" wonwoo paused, catching himself not knowing how to describe his relationship to you. roommate? wannabe lover? he bit his cheek. "my friend."

joshua nodded slowly, watching wonwoo's eyes as he worked his way through the sentence. "just friend?"

wonwoo stared at a flower arrangement to his right. "something like that."

"got it." joshua walked around the counter and gestured for wonwoo to follow him deeper into the store. "since it's a housewarming, how about a potted plant? something to brighten up the space for a long time. they'll think about you every time they see it."

wonwoo nodded, not saying anything about how funny he thought it was that he said he was getting his own roommate a housewarming gift. "that sounds nice."

"now, i'm not gonna claim to know you," the florist started, putting up his hands to exaggerate his words, they kept moving as he pushed and pulled pots, looking for one in particular. "you've said, like, maybe a full sentence to me, but those were some complex emotions when you called them a friend, so i'm gonna assume i know the situation. i think you should get camellias. specifically red ones."

wonwoo looked at the sunshine yellow pot in the soft featured man's hands. the petals of the flower were round and delicate, and he thought about how you said the color yellow made you happy. "why's that?"

"i think you should look up the meaning when you give them this," joshua said, and for some reason, wonwoo trusted him.

he came back to the apartment thinking about how he might have just gotten scammed into buying the potted flowers in his hands, only to find soonyoung about to hit the buzzer to call your unit, a far too large cooler bag sitting on the bench by the entrance of your building.

"is y/n around?" soonyoung asked, trailing behind wonwoo as they walked up the stairs, struggling slightly with the overpacked bag. "they didn't respond to my kakao."

"they're at work," he replied, flipping his keys over in his hands to find the one for your front door. "they'll be home around six."

"ah, shit," soonyoung laughed. "i always forget you guys have adult jobs. i would kill for a monday through friday."

wonwoo almost laughed, but left the smile on his face. "weekends are kind of overrated, anyways."

the shorter hoisted the bag of dishes onto the kitchen cart while wonwoo closed the door. "who're the flowers for?"

wonwoo stared at the pot in his arm as if it was the first time he had seen it. "oh, uh. just the place."

"for y/n?"

he looked at soonyoung, who had his chin in his palms, elbows planted on the counter as he smiled. he knew he was right when wonwoo didn't respond.

"i think they'll like them," he said, unzipping the top of the bag and starting to unload his mother's packaged dishes for his cousin. "they like the color yellow."

wonwoo just said "i know," before he opened the fridge and started rearranging things to fit the new food.

according to soonyoung, wonwoo was painfully obvious. when he had come by a couple weeks prior, you were arguing with him about some ridiculous childhood memory at your grandparents' home, and while soonyoung laughed, he noticed the smile on wonwoo's face when he watched you. he also noticed the way he instinctively put a hand on your back when you sighed about your newest temp gig, and soonyoung pulled on his ear as he looked at the ceiling, leaning against the kitchen cart much like he was today as he told wonwoo about how oblivious his cousin must be.

you pulled your knees to your chest as you sipped at your wine, the pizza box almost completely polished off by the two of you sitting on the floor in front of your couch. you stare at the pot of flowers.

"they're pretty," you said finally.

you too, wonwoo thought.

"camellias, right?" you turned back to him. "i like them."

i like you, wonwoo thought. "i went to that place down the street. the guy working was nice."

you nodded, sipping again. "any reason in particular?"

"i-" wonwoo paused, staring at his glass. he finished the last gulp in it and put it on the floor next to the pizza box. "you said something about being down recently," he said, folding his fingers together as he leaned back against the couch. "i wanted to get you something, i guess."

you watched his fingers as they pushed his glasses up his nose again, and your heart fluttered at the idea of wonwoo thinking about you when you weren't around. "really? that's so nice," you pouted, shoving his knee.

he laughed, pulling his knee onto the couch to face you. "the guy there - the florist, i guess? his name was joshua. he seemed to really know flowers." he knitted his brows together when he realized he was procrastinating on saying what he was nervous to. he put his arm on the back of the couch, rubbing his eye with the heel of his palm before continuing. "he said i should look up what they mean when i give them to you. red ones, specifically."

you perked up, heart racing. "what they mean? they have meaning?"

"y-yeah, i guess so," wonwoo said, then cleared his throat.

"hey google!" you looked over to where the device sat by your tv. "what to red camellias mean?"

wonwoo stared at your profile as you watched the device think before its automated voice piped up.

"camellia flowers are available in white, pink, and red, with each color having its own unique symbolism."

you looked over to him, excitedly putting your glass to your lips as the voice continued.

"pink camellias symbolize a longing for someone, and is given to people who are missed."

wonwoo swallowed hard, fingers fidgeting against his temple.

"red camellias symbolize love, passion, and a deep desire."

your eyes widened slightly as the device shut off, glass still to your lips and eyes still on wonwoo's. he stared back at you, and you wondered if he meant it. but he never claimed that he didn't feel those things for you.

before you could think, you clumsily put your glass on the floor and moved. you didn't stop moving until your lips were on wonwoo's, pushing him back into the arm of the couch as you practically crawled into his lap.

his hands found your hips and he helped you settle into him, your fingers tracing his jawline as it worked against yours. you sighed into his lips as his hand slid up under your shirt, placed gently on the small of your back. pulling you into him. when you paused for a moment, you thought about waking up to this exact same view, that day after you had cried all night. but this time, his other hand pulled your jaw back to kiss him again, and you happily complied.

#YAAAA #thank you so much for requesting i owe you my life #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #jeon wonwoo imagines #jeon wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo imagines #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo angst #yoonpancake #requested #i wrote dis #do i have a wonu tag yet #sure dont #wonton

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golbrocklovely · 4 years ago

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remember me // colby brock

A/N: this is not a request, but this is something i have been thinking about for a long time, probs since i started writing. i only finally wrote this out bc i’ve seen a lot of edit on insta that are like ‘what if your fave didn’t exist?’ and i figured this was sign for me to finally write it. if you guys want me to make a sequel to this, lmk. hope you enjoy.

prompt: everyone has forgotten colby, except her. but why?

trigger warning: angst, kinda sad, ppl forgetting colby

word count: 3567

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The day started out like any other day for Colby. Nothing felt out of place as he woke up and laid in bed for a couple minutes. He knew today was going to be one of the less crazier days for him and Sam. No meetings of any kind, and no filming either. He had gotten everything done earlier this week and he was excited to have a bit of a day off. The only thing he had planned for today was to go workout with Sam early. He glanced at his phone. 9:34 A.M. Perfect time for him and Sam to go down to the apartment's gym and get some work done.

Colby stretched as he stood up, stumbling over to his closet and changing into what he usually worked out in, a muscle shirt and basketball shorts. He trudged into his bathroom and brushed his teeth quickly, opting to take a shower after he got home from the gym. He slipped his sneakers on as he walked into his kitchen and got a water bottle from his fridge. Taking a big gulp, he grabbed his keys and headed straight down the hallway to Sam's apartment.

He knocked three times, calling out to Sam as he waited for the blonde-haired boy to open the door. Finally, Sam did, rubbing his eyes and staring at Colby confused.

"Hey dude, did you oversleep?" Colby smirked, "That would be a first."

Sam narrowed his eyes at Colby, his voice still tired. "Um, I'm sorry?"

“Don't you remember? We planned to work out this morning. We talked about it last night.” Colby replied, twirling his keys in his fingers.

“What are you talking about?” Sam scrunched up his face.

“Last night after we filmed your video, we said we should go workout this morning…” Colby chuckled lightly, “Are you okay, brother?”

“I'm sorry, but... do you have the wrong apartment?” Sam asked nicely.

Colby exhaled. “What?”

“You must be looking for someone else, dude. I have no idea who you are.” Sam mumbled to himself, “Or how you know my name…”

“Okay, ha-ha. Very funny. Come on, Sam. Let's go.” Colby stated, taking a step back to leave.

Sam insisted, his voice getting louder. “No seriously, I have no idea who you are.”

“Babe, who is that?” A voice called from inside the apartment.

Colby looked over Sam, seeing Kat walk around the corner in her pjs. Colby glanced above Kat and noticed something off but ignored it.

“Hey Kat, did Sam hit his head last night?” Colby joked.

Sam turned to Kat. “Do you know him?”

Kat took a step back, glancing at Colby quickly. “No, I have no idea who he is. Do you?”

“No, I don't.” Sam shook his head.

“What are you guys on about? Of course, you know me.” Colby hissed.

“Seriously, I have no idea who you are or how you know me. But you gotta leave.” Sam ordered.

“What?” Colby raised an eyebrow, his voice softening, “Is this some type of prank?”

“Leave now, or I'm gonna call security on you.” Sam grunted.

Colby started. “Dude what are you talking-”

Sam slammed the door in Colby's face, locking it loudly. Colby scoffed, staring at the door for a second.

If this is a prank, I'm so gonna get him back for this.

Colby rolled his eyes and went down to the gym. He couldn't wrap his head around what just happened. Why was Sam pranking him if they already filmed last night? Was he trying to film for next week now too? Was this for someone else's video?

I mean, this has to be a prank... right?

Colby shook his head, ignoring the strange thought. Of course, this was a prank. It was probably for Jake's video. Maybe even Kat's. Or Kevin's. Someone was doing it to him. He couldn't remember the last time he had pranked somebody. But whoever he did, they were probably trying to get him back now for it. And they were doing a pretty good job.

Colby jumped onto the treadmill, keeping the pace slow at first as he searched through Spotify to find his playlist. Where was his playlist? As cheesy as it was to listen to the playlist he made for fans, it was filled with his favorite songs, so he would actually listen to it a lot. But now... he couldn't find it.

Where the fuck is it?

He searched, even going to his profile, but it wasn't there. Gone, like it never existed.

Maybe Spotify is acting up. Let me just go to Youtube.

Colby clicked on the app, searching up a song he wanted to hear. Then he paused for a moment, deleting the text he had written and typing in 'sam and colby'.

No results found.

“What?” Colby murmured, twisting up his face.

He then typed in 'colby brock'.

No results found.

Colby's heart sped up in his chest, his breathing quickening. Did his channel get deleted? Why were there no results for his channel, or 'Sam and Colby' for that matter? He finally typed in 'sam golbach', and Sam's channel appeared.

Colby clicked on it, glancing around at the different layout. This wasn't the layout Sam had had before. The only time they change it is when they are starting a new chapter, and they always do it together. Maybe he changed it last minute?

He clicked on Sam's videos. Scrolling through the list of them, he noticed something weird.

Sam always included Colby in the thumbnail. But now... he was nowhere. Now someone different was in the thumbnail, like Jake, Kevin, or even Corey. But... Colby was nowhere.

What the fuck was going on?

Colby clicked on a video he knew he was in, 'This Is How He LOST The Game’. He watched through the first ad, waiting impatiently. Finally, when the video loaded, his eyes widened at what he saw.

He wasn't in the video.

Sam had started the video off like normal, showing all the guys sitting on the couch as he explained the name of the game. But Colby, who knew for a fact he was in this video, was no longer there. His spot empty.

It was one thing to pretend not to know him, it was one thing to remove him from the thumbnails. But to remove him from videos all together...

“It's impossible.” He uttered under his breath.

Colby rushed off the treadmill, no longer in the mood to workout. He ran up to his apartment, feeling his heart bang against his ribcage.

Maybe this is all a weird ass dream? Or an extremely elaborate prank?

Colby went into his closet, deciding he wanted to change out of his clothes into something more comfortable. He gazed over at the corner of his closet, where he kept all of his merch, along with the XPLR ones too.

It was empty.

“What the fuck?” Colby grabbed at the empty hangers, spinning around his closet. He threw open drawers to try and find his merch, but he couldn't find it.

Colby swiped open his phone, sliding to his pictures. He knew him and Sam had a recent photoshoot in the new XPLR merch, so as long as those photos were there, he knew everything's okay.

As he opened his photo album, a certain dread trickled through his body.

Colby never deleted anything off his phone. He wanted to keep as many photos as possible. Plus it was always good to have extra photos in case he didn't have anything to post on his Instagram. But now, every photo he had was different than it once was. He had many photos of him and Sam from their years of friendship. But now every photo that had him and Sam in it... was gone. It was no longer Sam and Colby. It was just... Colby.

I'm not doing this right now. This can't be real.

Colby shook his head, his nerves getting the better of him as he laid back down on his bed. He took some deep breaths, trying to relax. This must just be the most realistic dream he's ever had, and he just needs to go back to sleep and wake up to everything normal again.

Normal... Sam's neon sign was gone.

Colby groaned to himself, closing his eyes and getting comfortable in bed. No, this is not the time to think. I just need to sleep.

As Colby felt himself relax into sleep, his dreams that followed were confusing and dark. Nothing made sense, but all he knew was that he was in a panic.

Colby jolted awake suddenly. He could tell by the way the sun was peeking through his windows that it was later. He opened his phone. 1:34 P.M.

He sighed deeply. Colby was used to waking up on his days off this late. Everything already felt better.

Did I dream all of that? Or was that prank real?

As he slid out of bed to the bathroom, he decided to check twitter. If that was all real, maybe Sam had mentioned the prank to the fans.

Colby opened twitter and nothing seemed out of the usual. He looked at Sam's account, and noticed it was not following him anymore.

He's being extremely thorough, isn't he?

As he went to switch over to the Sam and Colby account, he noticed the icon wasn't there. His fingers twitched as he typed 'sam and colby' into the search bar. Everything but that account showed up. 'Sam and Colby' twitter didn't exist.

A nauseous feeling rolled through Colby's body. Colby went to his profile, looking through the people he followed, not even noticing the significant lack of followers he had. He knew he followed a couple fans, maybe they knew what was up. As he scrolled through, he noticed the usernames were different.

He knew a bunch of fans off-hand. A lot of fan accounts always stuck out to him; and it was easy to remember the username, especially if it was named after him.

But nobody's username was.

He saw a lot of 'Golbach', but no 'Brock' or even 'Golbrock', which he always thought was cute. Not a single username was related to him anymore.

Alright, that's enough.

He angrily clicked on his contacts, needing to call Sam and tell him to call off this prank. It was no longer funny and honestly, he didn't even want to be a part of it anymore. Most pranks he was fine with, but this one was going too far for him.

Colby gasped as he stared at his contacts, dropping his phone like it electrocuted him.

All his friends were missing from his contacts. The only people in his phone were his family, and that was it.

Colby began to hyperventilate, unable to stop the panic that surged through his body. He bore at himself in the mirror, staring at his stress-ridden face. He gripped the counter of his sink, trying to calm himself down.

If he couldn't turn to Sam, who could he turn to?

He picked his phone back up, leaning against his counter as he called his mom. He just needed to know that someone remembered him.

“Hello?” His mother’s voice sang through the phone.

Colby breathed, slightly relaxing against the counter. “Hey Mom, how are you?”

“Hi Cole-baby. I'm doing okay. How are you?” She asked sweetly.

Colby pouted. “Um, I'm feeling a bit... off, to say the least.”

“Oh no, what's wrong?” She responded.

“I know this is gonna sound like a weird question, but do you remember my friend Sam?” Colby questioned, tapping his hand against the counter.

She hummed, guessing. “Sam? Sam... Johnson?”

“What? No. I never knew a Sam Johnson.” Colby rolled his eyes, frustrated, “I mean Sam Golbach. Sam Golbach. Do you remember him?”

“No... should I?” She admitted.

His heart dropped at her words. “Yeah, you should. He's my best friend. We were friends all through high school. We started a literal career together, he's basically your third son at this point.”

“Woah, honey. What are you talking about?” She puzzled.

“You don't remember Sam? He's the whole reason I moved out here, Mom.” He urged, needing his mother to remember.

She paused, then spoke. “Colby, you moved out to LA alone. Last month.”

“What?” He choked.

“You worked all through high school and college and saved up money and just recently moved out there.” She informed.

His eyes widened. “Mom, I've lived in LA for almost five years now.”

Also... college?

“Maybe it feels like five years, but honey, you only moved out a month ago at max.” His mom’s voice softened, lowering slightly. “Are you okay?”

“No momma, apparently not.” He sighed, “Who was I friends with in high school if I wasn’t friends with Sam?”

“Honey, you didn’t have any… or none that you ever brought home.” She mentioned.

Colby queried. “And college?”

“You didn’t really talk about anyone. You were very focused on your schoolwork.” She explained.

That literally doesn’t sound like me at all. I couldn’t even pass math without Sam.

Colby glanced down at his tattoos for a second, pursing his lips. “Another quick question, I was allowed to live in our house with dyed hair, tattoos, and pierced ears?”

She gasped. “Wait what? You got a tattoo?!”

“Mom, I have like five.” Colby deadpanned.

“When did you find the time to get them?!” She hushed, “Cole, you know how I feel about tattoos.”

Colby grew tired. “So, you've never heard of a Sam Golbach before?”

“No, absolutely not. But don't try to change the subject on me, Cole Robert.” She scolded.

He huffed. “I'll talk to you later, momma.”

She sputtered. “What? Don't you-”

Colby clicked ‘End Call’, lowering his head to the counter, taking in a deep breath and holding it.

“What the fuck is happening right now?” He demanded out loud.

Colby jumped up, going to his closet and slipping on some clothes quickly. The only thing he knew for certain is that something wasn't right, and he needed to get out of his apartment and go somewhere else. Anywhere else.

He grabbed his keys and rushed down to the parking lot, getting into his car quickly and driving off.

He drove for a while, finally pulling into another parking lot and turning off his car. He needed to get something to eat, and then maybe he could figure things out. He glanced around and noticed the parking lot he was in was for a diner named Meyer's. He locked his car as he left, swinging the diner's door open hastily. The diner wasn't packed, but it wasn't empty either. A nice lull of conversations droned on as he sat down at the furthest booth, cracking his knuckles nervously.

He picked up the menu that was already at the table, staring at the front of it. He didn't even realize a waitress had walked up next to him.

"...Are you okay?" The soft voice said, breaking him out of his thoughts.

Colby stared up at the waitress, noticing her eyes first. They were captivating and beautiful, much like herself. Her hair shined brightly in the sun that basked through the window. Her smile was wonderful to see after a day of unpleasant looks.

He stuttered. “What? Uh-I. Yeah, no, I'm fine.”

She giggled. “Okay. Can I get you something to drink?”

“Um, a water. No, a soda. Please.” Colby muttered.

“Alright. Coming right up.” She nodded.

Colby stared at the menu again, gazing over the pictures of sandwiches and wraps. He wasn't really hungry, but he felt like he should just eat something, even if it was just to pass the time.

The waitress came back over with his soda, placing it lightly down in front of him. “Are you ready to order?”

“No, not yet.” Colby answered, not looking up from the menu.

“Okay, I'll be right back.” She started to walk away, then stopped and turned back. “Are you okay? I know I already asked you that but... you look really upset.”

Colby’s shoulders slumped as he gazed up at her. “I-I... don't even know how to explain it.”

“Why? Is it complicated?” She guessed.

“You could say that,” Colby glared down at the menu. “It just doesn't make any sense. It sounds fake, to be honest.”

“Well, you can tell me. I won't judge.” She smiled.

I might as well tell somebody...

“Everyone's... forgotten about me?” Even Colby was confused at his words.

“What do you mean? Like they're ignoring you?” She questioned, her hand resting on her hip.

“No. Like they literally forgot I exist. Or, I somehow don't exist in their lives anymore, when yesterday I did.” He confessed.

She shrugged. “Well, maybe they're trying to ignore you instead of talking things out.”

“No, I don't think you understand. I don't exist to them. They don't know me. Like, at all,” Colby corrected. “My best friend, my brother, the fucking dude I got arrested with, doesn't know who I am.”

“Wait, you've been arrested?” She raised an eyebrow.

“It was just breaking and entering. And having fake IDs,” He commented. “But that's not the point, the point is no one remembers me, but I remember them.”

The waitress stood there silently, awkwardly.

“I don't know what to say.” She whispered.

He gulped. “I don't know either. But if you have a solution, I'd gladly hear it.”

“Maybe it's a prank?” She speculated.

“I thought about that too. But if it is, this is extremely elaborate. And borderline impossible.” Colby disclosed.

She argued nonchalantly. “People do crazy things for social media.”

“Yeah, but even my friends wouldn't take it this far for just a dumb video.” He complained.

“Are your friends famous?” She inquired.

“I wouldn't say that. My best friend is Sam Golbach.” Colby revealed.

“Sam Golbach? Why have I heard that name before?” She asked quietly.

“He's got a lot of followers. He’s a Youtuber.” He pointed out.

“Wait, you're Sam's best friend?” Her eyes widened.

“Yeah?” He cocked his head to the side.

She gasped. “Oh! You're Colby Brock!”

“I'm what?” He stammered.

“You're Colby, right?” She doubted for a second, “Or did I get that wrong?”

Colby jumped up out of his seat. “Oh my God, you know who I am! Wait, how do you know?”

“My one friend is a huge fan of you and Sam. She showed me you guys like a month ago.” She paused for a second, smirking. “She's actually really into you... Maybe I should call her.”

“Please do. I need to know if she knows who I am.” Colby pleaded, sitting back down.

The waitress followed him, sitting across from Colby. “Of course she does, she literally has you set as her wallpaper.”

She pulled out her phone, glancing around to make sure no one was watching her. She clicked on a contact, putting the phone on the table and clicking ‘Speaker’.

“Hello?” A voice broke in through the phone.

She grinned, staring up at Colby. “Hey Sara, you need to come down to the diner real quick.”

“What why?” Sara questioned.

“Colby Brock is here.” She announced.

Sara remarked. “...Who?”

“Colby Brock, the guy you're in love with.” She repeated.

“I have no idea who you're talking about. I've never heard that name before.” Sara denied.

“He's Sam Golbach's friend.” The waitress described.

Sara exclaimed. “Oh my God, is Sam there?! Because I’ll-”

She interjected. “No, he’s not.”

“Oh... then I don't want to come.” Sara recalled, “I've never heard Sam talk about a guy named Colby before.”

Colby swallowed the lump in his throat, his eyes falling off of the waitress’.

She fretted. “Okay then. I'll talk to you later.”

“Alright, bye.” Sara ended, hanging up the phone.

After a moment of silence, the waitress stated, “I'm sorry about that.”

“What's there to be sorry about?” Colby quavered.

The waitress scoffed suddenly. “Is this some kinda joke?”

“What?” He queried.

“Are you pulling a prank on me? Was Sara in on it? Because I’ll kill her if she met you and didn’t tell me.” She jeered jokingly.

Colby shook his head, deadpanning. “I haven’t met Sara, and I’m not pranking you.”

“How can I know if you’re lying or not?” She questioned, squinting her eyes.

“Google my name. Search me on any social media,” Colby suggested. “I don’t exist.”

“Okay…” She agreed.

The waitress quickly typed in his name into Google, coming up with no images that looked like him. None of his social media links came up either.

She gazed up at him slowly. “This is really weird.”

“You’re telling me.” Colby uttered, “No one remembers me.”

She blurted. “But I do.”

“Yeah… why is that?” He inquired.

“I-I don’t know.” She sputtered, confused. Then she jolted up from her seat instantly. “I-um, gotta go help out my other tables. Do you need me to give you some time to look over the menu?”

“Yes…” He continued, “But one other thing.”

“Sure.” She leaned in, her hands resting on the tabletop.

“Can you help me? Please?” Colby begged, lightly grabbing her hand.

She silently gasped, whispering, “How?”

“I don’t know. But I think you’re the only one that can.” Colby divulged.

The waitress stuttered, but no words fell from her lips.

He exhaled, staring into her eyes. “So, will you?”

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iridescentjin · 5 years ago

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Clean Sheets

Summary: Jungkook does laundry, and you just love the feeling of clean sheets.

Genre: smut/pwp, fluff

Warnings: fingering, unprotected sex (it’s an established relationship), cum play, domestic!Jungkook

a/n: this really, truly was just meant to be fluff when I started. I wrote this for @cheba-o for the last day of Four Days of Floof, but the floof is also smut...idk. I lost control. I listened to “Lust for Life” by Lana Del Rey and The Weeknd the whole time I was writing this. I don’t know what to do with my hands. No one touch me; I’m soft. I didn’t post this last night bc I had to many emotions from SUGA’s Interlude.

Word count: 2127

Before you open your eyes, you smell the familiar, comforting smell of fabric softener and dryer sheets. It wafts gently into your nose and tickles your senses awake. You slowly blink your eyes open, realizing that the weird situation you’d just been in with Jungkook in Las Vegas was actually just a dream. You feel a little bit disappointed because that man looks good glammed up, slut dropping to Lizzo, but you feel your heart warming with memories as you smell the laundry in the air.

Your boyfriend, Jungkook, often took care of washing and drying the laundry, making sure to read the labels and taking better care of your stuff than you did. Then, together, you would fold the clothes from the dryer and put them in their homes in your closets. Both of you had been pretty busy lately, so you hadn’t had time to do the laundry together. You each just washed the clothes that you needed for yourselves, occasionally throwing in a towel or a pillowcase to wash with your clothes.

You lie on the couch for a moment, eyes closed again, taking deep breaths and picturing Jungkook’s sweet smile spreading across his face in slow motion, like a movie. While you’re lost in your mind, a hand caresses your arm. You jump from the unexpected contact and, standing above you, is the same sweet face you saw in behind your eyes. You flash him a sleepy smile, and he leans in to press a faint kiss to your forehead.

“Are you awake?” he asks as he rubs his fingertips up and down your arm.

“Mhm,” you nod and stretch.

“Would you mind helping me put away the laundry?” he asks sheepishly. “It’s still all warm and fluffy.”

You push yourself up off the couch, groaning a little as you do it. “Yep. Let’s get this bread,” you say in a slightly mocking tone, imitating him.

You and Jungkook make quick work of the laundry, hanging and folding swiftly. He pulls out the large fitted sheet that goes on your bed and hands you a corner. Together, you pull the fabric taut over the mattress.

Once the sheet is on, you slide your hands over the smooth cotton and continue sliding until you are lying on the bed. You roll over and look up at Jungkook. “Come cuddle with me,” you whine, sticking your bottom lip out dramatically. “I miss you. I’m needyyyyy.”

He chuckles and shakes his head to himself, but he, nonetheless, takes up the real estate on the bed behind you. He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls your body flush to his.

“Did you have a good nap?” he whispers against your ear, hot breath tickling your neck.

“I did. You should wear silky teal shirts and the tightest pants in the world all the time. Your ass looked so good in my dream,” you giggle, turning your head to place little kisses on his cheek.

You turn your body and snake your arm around him and squeeze his butt. He jumps a little, leaning away from your pinch. You don’t even see his hand move, just the flash, and he has a hold of your wrist.

He yanks your hand away from his backside and presses it into the mattress above your head. You wriggle a little, and then you take your other arm and try to slip it between him and the mattress to squeeze him from the other side. He pushes himself up on his knees, grabs your other wrist, and presses it above your head too.

He’s giving you a sly little smirk, and he leans in, hovering above your lips. He’s so close to you that you can almost taste his breath. You feel it on your lips and on your tongue when you slightly part your lips.

You both stay there, millimeters apart, staring into each other’s eyes. There is a glint of mischief and deep affection in Jungkook’s eyes as his eyes devour every feature of your face. Eventually, he is just staring at your mouth. You look down at his, following the curve of his upper lip into his cupid’s bow. After what seems like twenty minutes of staring at each other’s mouths, you finally lean up and press your lips to his.

As soon as your mouth is on his, Jungkook presses his body into yours, moving with hunger. He takes both of your wrists in one hand, keeping them above your head and brings his other hand to the hem of your t-shirt, adeptly slipping his long fingers underneath. His fingers ghost over the skin on your stomach and twitch slightly as he runs them over the swell of your breasts beneath your bra.

His dick is starting to stiffen against his jeans, and you can feel it against you as he presses into you, continuing to furiously kiss your swollen lips. You push your tongue into his mouth and try to wiggle your hands free from his grasp. He pulls back and lets out a dry laugh as your twist your hands and whispers, “What do you want, jagi?”

“I want to touch you. Let me touch you,” you say, a little more desperately than you thought it was going to come out.

“Can I touch you too?” he asks, and you melt a little bit.

You nod, and he moves his hand from your wrists down to your cheek. He holds it there for a second, staring into your eyes, and you feel yourself bubbling over with affection and desire. You want him right now and feel like you’re going to catch on fire if you can’t touch him right now. You smash your mouth against his and kiss him feverishly. You wrap one hand around his neck, and you let the other roam his broad chest and his firm stomach.

You run your hand through his hair while he lets his hand explore your breasts underneath your shirt. He has pushed your bra up, and he teases your nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

“Lay down,” you say in a hoarse whisper.

He climbs off of you, peels his shirt over his head, tosses it aside, and presses his bare back into the clean sheets. You discard your shirt and bra and straddle his hips. You run both of your hands over his chest, then lean down to press your lips along the curve of his collar bone. You bite at the skin and then suck hard to leave purple blossoms on his skin. He moans and bucks his hips up into you. You pull back away from the marks you just left, tilting your head, admiring your work.

He has his hands on your chest again, kneading the flesh a little harshly. He is eager with need, and his hard dick pressing against you, even through both of your jeans, tells you that he is as needy for you as you are for him.

“Kookie…” you say as you bring your hands to his, “touch me.” Even though he’s already touching you, he knows what you mean. He fumbles with the button of your pants, and you are too impatient to wait. You hop out of his lap and wiggle out of your jeans, kicking them off your ankles when they get stuck.

When you look back at Jungkook, he has his pants off too, hard cock straining the cotton of his boxer briefs. You clamber back into his lap and grind down against his clothed length. He sucks in air through his teeth, and you let out a small moan. As he dances his fingers along the seam of your underwear, you brace both of your hands against his chest.

He pushes your panties to the side, and, with his thumb, he begins to trace figure eights on your clit while his index finger slides through your arousal to your entrance. He looks up from your pussy to look you in the eye as he pushes his finger inside of you. You let out another moan, and your hips involuntarily grind against him.

His thumb is working unforgiving, slow, steady circles around your clit, and you feel your stomach tightening, filling with warmth that spreads up into your chest. Your face feels like it’s on fire.

“Jungkookie, I need you inside me,” you whimper, as he continues to curl his finger inside you. He nods his head and hesitantly withdraws his hand. You lean slightly forward and push his underwear down his thighs.

You roll your hips and grind into his cock that’s standing at attention. You feel your clit hit the head of his dick, and you grind again to recreate the sensation, sliding yourself up and down his dick, making him slick as you chase your orgasm.

Jungkook has his head thrown back, fingers digging into your thighs. “Babe,” he barely manages to get out in his voice hoarse voice, and then he lets out a deep, chesty moan.

At his almost pleading tone, you raise up and align him with your entrance, his head already slick from your ministrations. You sink down onto him. He fills you up, and you wince a little bit at the stretch. You have to lift up again and sink down slowly to adjust to him. Once he’s buried inside you, he leans up and places a deep open mouthed kiss on the upper swell of your breast, and, when you roll your hip, he bits down hard on the skin, sucking it into his mouth.

“Jungkook, I wanna cum,” you say in a pleading tone.

He thrusts his hips up into you matching the pace of you rolling into him, the motion friction on your clit against his pubic bone. He throws his head back again, pressing his eyes closed hard. At the sight of him under you, deep in the throes of pleasure, you tumble over the edge of your orgasm. Your whole body fills with warmth as your pussy clenches around him. You moan loud throaty moans, chest falling against Jungkook’s. He continues to thrust into you as you ride out your high.

“Fuck,” you mutter against his neck. You take his ear lobe between your teeth and then run your tongue along his bruised collar bone.

“Where do you want me to cum?” he asks as you feel his hips begin to stutter. You purposely clench around him, and he barely whispers fuck.

“Cum on my tits, baby,” you pant, still catching your breath.

He pulls out of you and flips you, so you are lying on the mattress. He positions himself above you, eyes almost completely black, hair messy, skin covered in your marks. He looks heavenly, and you want to kiss him and fuck him every single second for the rest of your life.

He has his cock in his tattooed hand, and his left hand comes up to your cheek as he strokes himself. “You’re so beautiful,” he pants as he brings his hand into your hair. “I love you so much.”

Then his grip tightens in your hair, his stomach muscles tighten, his balls contract, and you see that he is going to cum.

“I love you too. Cum for me,” you rasp sensuously.

He pumps his cock fast two more times and ruts his hips into his hand, and then he is coming on your tits, some getting in your hair, some missing you completely and falling on the sheet beneath you. His hand begins to still as he loosens his grip on your hair.

When his eyes focus, he looks at the mess that he’s made on your skin and in your hair.

“I’m so sorry, y/n. I thought my aim was better than that. I just came so hard that I had no control.”

You assure him it’s okay, as you grab a tissue from the box on the nightstand and clean yourself as best as you can without a shower.

“It’s okay,” you assure him. “Come over here and cuddle with me.”

He scoots closer to you, this time positioning his back toward you. You take the position of the big spoon and wrap your arm around his narrow waist. You feel your eyes starting to pull shut and your breathing deepening.

“Oh dammit!” you hear from next to you, and you jump, startled.

“What is it, baby?” you asked, truly concerned.

“I came on our clean sheets,” Jungkook says exasperated.

You just chuckle. “We’ll just wash them again,” you mutter. “Well...maybe after one more time.”

You hear the smile spread across his face and press your face into the pert muscles between his shoulders, placing tender kisses along his skin.

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