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moonchild9350 · 2 months ago

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Fade Away

summary: hyunjin is your best friend, your confidant, your lover, these things can't just fade away right? pairing: hyunjin x fab!reader genre: childhood friends to lovers, slice of life, sci fi au, fluff, angst, smut-18+MDNI word count: 8.7k warnings: masturbation, cum tasting, fingering, nipple play, clit play, unprotected sex (don't), creampie, somniphilia, handjob, oral sex (m receiving), multiple rounds, implied shower sex, mentions of memory loss, mentions of abuse notes: this was kind of a dream and thought it would be cool to write it out. let me know what you think of this, I'd greatly appreciate it! I really do value your feedback :)

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They say a best friend walks with you through everything, whether it’s an uplifting period of life or when it goes to absolute shit, and you can honestly agree with the statement having experienced it yourself.

Hyunjin has been your best friend since you both were little, since he saw you crying on the park bench right outside your house at the measly age of eight. He comforted you in that moment, trying to distract you from your shitty step parents and the abuse you suffered at their hands.

He cheered you up right away, even going as far as wiping the tears from your face, as you looked at him with your snot stained face and puffy, red eyes. Hyunjin didn’t care however, as long as you were ok.

You both sat on that park bench first in silence and then slowly opening up to each other as your legs dangled over the edge of the seat. Hyunjin listened as you told him your story, that you were adopted and never knew who your birth parents were. Your step parents started to turn on you, hitting you, or locking you up in your room when they didn’t want to be bothered by you shortly after their biological daughter was born.

Hyunjin listened as you described your days, unpredictable and unstable, never knowing what type of mood the adults of the house would be in. Now that your sister was older, she joined in on torturing you by getting you in trouble, blaming things she did on you. Your parents believed her every time, leaving you to take the punishment.

As your tale came to an end, you sniffled and wiped your eyes, looking down at your legs, too ashamed to look at the boy next you.

“Well your parents are assholes!” Hyunjin exclaimed, shocking you completely. “If you need to escape, come to my house!”

Once the initial shock wore off at his kindness, you smiled and kicked your feet.

“Ok,” you said in agreement, nodding your head so he could see.

As the sun slowly descended, casting its pretty glow of reds, pinks, and orange, and the moon took its place, you both sat there, talked and laughed, swinging your little legs in tandem as a new found friendship strengthened.

That was seventeen years ago. Hyunjin is still very much your best friend, so much so that you both live together, splinting the rent of your run down apartment in the side of town that isn’t the best to be in.

He’s been your rock, your foundation and continues to be so, even in the throes of adolescence.

You look at him now as he adjusts himself on his stool, his tongue sticking out as he ponders how he should proceed, his paintbrush resting at his side. There’s soft music playing in the background, creating a cozy atmosphere while the rain pelts the windows, masking the sounds of the busy city below.

You don’t want to break his concentration, so you smile and go back to your book, focusing your mind on the events that are unfolding, as the main character and their beau are about to confess their love for each other.

You and Hyunjin were both off today, your schedules aligning for once. Since it was a gloomy day out, Hyunjin suggested staying in and you couldn’t agree more, not wanting to get out in the nasty weather.

Seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into hours as you both sat in comfortable silence. It wasn’t until you finished the chapter you were on that you moved.

“Hyun! I’m hungry,” you whined as you slammed your book shut.

The loud noise in the otherwise quiet room startled Hyunjin, his paintbrush falling from his hands as he yelped.

“Y/n! Jeez I could have messed up my painting,” hyunjin retaliated with a scowl as he bent over to pick up his paintbrush.

You rolled your eyes at his dramatic response.

“Well, you know how I get when I’m hungry,” you said as you walked over to his seat.

You stood behind him and grasped his shoulders, your fingers lightly messaging the tight muscles as you peeked at his canvas. Your eyes roamed over the rolling hills he depicted on the canvas, met with the various little houses painted in detailed on the landscape.

Hyunjin sighed as he relaxed into your hold, his eyes fluttering shut as he enjoyed the massage you were giving him. Hyunjin was talented, gifted with the ability to recreate any scene, person, or object on canvas, telling a story with the various colors and mediums he chose.

He worked full time at the local coffee shop, saving up money so he can attend the art program at the university.

While he was gifted, you worked two jobs, splitting your time between your job at the book store to your shifts at in the lab working as a research technician. You loved science and wanted to make your mark on the world, so you applied to assist a doctor at the hospital with his research.

Both of your days were long and hard, as you worked towards your dreams, using each other as support. When you had time off, you both spent your days together, participating in craft night or movie night, or just enjoying each other’s presence as in tonight.

“Looking good,” you said as you continued to apply pressure to Hyunjin’s shoulders, chuckling as he let out a low moan as you worked a particular tense area.

“Mmm, thanks. I’m not quite done with it. I want it to be perfect so I can add it to my portfolio for when I apply to the program.” Hyunjin said as he opened his eyes to look at his work.

“They’d be stupid not to take you Hyun,” you replied as you walked away, making your way to the little drawer full of take out menus you’ve both accumulated over the years.

“Pizza? Burgers? Thai food? What are you in the mood for?” You asked, peering over your shoulder at Hyunjin.

“Surprise me,” he said as he got up and started to clear up his mess.

You grinned at his response, remembering that he is not the person to discuss options with as he could never make up his mind. You flipped through the menus, looking out for anything that seemed good.

As you came across a menu for the local pizza parlor, you pulled it out and grabbed your phone to order. Once done, you made your way back to the living room, plopping down on the couch next to Hyunjin. You stared incredulously at the tv screen, as Hyunjin rapidly flipped through the various shows and movies, looking for one only he knew.

Finally, he settled on a drama, his attention glued to the couple on screen who were in the midst of a fight. You tucked in and watched the show with him until the food came.

As the night came to a close, your eyes grew tired, the lids closing as you tried to focus on the show on screen. However, between the sounds of the rain pelting the window and the warmth you felt radiating off Hyunjin, you didn’t stand a chance. Sleep was about to win when Hyunjin shook you awake, chuckling as you let out a grumble at being disturbed.

“Get up sleepy head, let’s get you to bed ok?” Hyunjin said softly as he gently stroked your leg.

You rubbed your eyes and sat up, stretching your back from lying on the uncomfortable couch. Hyunjin guided you to your bedroom and picked out your pjs, setting them on the bathroom counter as you brushed your teeth. Once you were done, you slipped into the cozy set he picked out, the fleece warming your skin in the chilly apartment.

Turning out the light, you walked to your bed, the blankets pulled back with Hyunjin perched on the edge.

“Come on sleepyhead, get in,” he said as he patted your bed.

You giggled as you slid beneath the blankets, lying on your side as Hyunjin tucked you in, making sure you were all nice and snug. Once he was satisfied, he smiled and wished you good night, flipping the light off and closing the door as he left. You could feel yourself drifting off, as you thought of how lucky you were to have such a sweet best friend like Hyunjin.

To you, it seemed like your normal routine, Hyunjin looking out for you, making sure you were well taken care of. It was just him keeping his promise from all those years ago. However, to him it meant a little more, a fact that you were oblivious to as you lived your life with Hyunjin.

The next morning Hyunjin wakes up bright and early, the bright sun filtering through his window. He glances at the light, annoyed that his curtains do nothing to keep the sun out, instead it’s nearly for decoration, adorning the otherwise bare room.

He sat up and yawned, wishing he could go back to sleep since he doesn’t have to go into work until second shift. However, he shook the thought away, willing himself to get up so he could prep breakfast for you as you worked first shift at the bookstore today.

Yes, he makes you breakfast whenever you have an early shift, wanting to make sure you’re well fed to endure the long day ahead of you. It’s just one of the many things he does, not minding in the least for helping you out. He’s felt the need to watch over you, ever since he saw you crying on the little bench as kids, sad and neglected by the very people who were supposed to shower you with love and care.

Hyunjin is in love with you and has been for a few years now. His heart beats ridiculously fast whenever you’re near, threatening to leap out of his chest; he feels flutters in his stomach when you wrap your arms around him in a hug, the scent of your strawberry shampoo drifting through his nostrils; he feels soft towards you as you focus on your goals, working two jobs trying to climb to the top, to be somebody in this godforsaken world.

Hyunjin loves you, and he will always love you. He’s scared to have that discussion with you however, nervous that you would reject him, state that you only want to be friends and not pursue a relationship with him. He’d rather play it safe and stay the ever doting best friend.

As he gets up and searches for his favorite hoodie, he hears you stumble around your room, the sound of a door slamming echoing through the otherwise quiet space. He searches more quickly, wanting to get started on your breakfast so it is ready by the time you make it to the kitchen.

“Ah ha, gotcha,” he mumbles as he pulls it from under a pile of clothes he’s left on the chair.

He slips it on and pads to the kitchen, flipping on the lights as he goes. Hyunjin settles into the familiar routine of making breakfast as he cracks eggs into a pan, pulls the bacon out and gets the coffee started. He shuffles around, working swiftly but efficiently, adding the finishing touches just as you enter the kitchen.

“Morning Hyun,” you grumble, heading straight for the coffee.

He hands you your travel mug and says, “Morning sleepyhead. Sleep well?”

“Fair enough,” you say, pouring the hot liquid into the mug, your tone lightening up at the prospect of the caffeine entering your system soon.

Hyunjin plates up your food and sets it down on the table, beckoning you over to sit and eat. He smiles as you do so without fuss, tucking in to your plate. He busies himself with cleaning up the mess he made as you eat, the sound of your fork clanking with the plate occasionally.

Pouring himself a cup of coffee, he goes and sits down next to you just as you finish up. He glances at you, taking in your simple attire, perfect for the day of work you have ahead. He smiles as you scarf down the eggs, cooked to perfection just the way you like.

Hyunjin takes another sip of coffee before saying, “I’ll be home later this afternoon since I'm working second shift.”

You hum at his statement, acknowledging that you understand.

“Take out then?” You ask him, glancing up at his face.

“If you’d like,” Hyunjin said with a shrug.

He knows you don’t cook, almost burning down the kitchen the last time you tried. He remembers your shrieks of terror as the pan went up in flames, the piece of meat you were trying to cook engulfed in the yellow-orangish flames. After he simply covered the flames with the lid of the pan, he had to comfort you as you burst into tears, babbling about how you didn’t mean to do it.

Hyunjin watches as you finish the last bite of breakfast and get up, taking your plate with you. You grab the to go mug of coffee he fixed you and bid him goodbye as you head to your shift at the bookstore.

The front door clicks softly, the sound of your key in the lock as you lock the door behind you. Silence reigns over the apartment as the sun begins to shine into the living room, ushering in another long day. Hyunjin finishes his coffee and gets up, planning to sketch a little before he has to get ready for work.

He walks back to his bedroom and grabs his supplies before settling back in bed. He opens to a fresh page and brings pencil to paper, moving his hand gently over the paper, the scratch of the lead soothing to his ears. He begins to hum as a person becomes visible on the page, his eyes taking in what he has drawn so far.

His lips turn up in a smile as he glances down at you, gazing peacefully at him from the page. Your delicate features stick out, soft and gentle just like you. Hyunjin has many sketches of you, little doodles he’ll make whenever he can, his heart soaring as he draws in the many beautiful details of your face and your body.

He’s loved you for ages, his heart twisting every time you gave him that soft smile as your giggles filled the space, livening up the place. He wants to love and protect you forever and always. However, he is sure you don’t feel the same, never having given him signs that you love him more than just a friend. It hurts deep down, but he doesn’t want to ruin the friendship you both have, as you are his lifeline and he doesn’t want that to change any time soon.

Despite this, he can’t help but think of you every second he gets and it’s no different now. The thought of your beauty causes the blood to rush to his cock, the length steadily hardening within the confines of his sweatpants. A wet stain appears on the fabric as he leaks pre-cum, his cock twitching in need.

Hyunjin groans and sets down his sketch pad, his hand palming his erection through his pants. He squeezes his cock and whimpers, imaging your hand on him instead, teasing him, touching him until he begs for you to take it out. He teases the skin of his belly, playing with the little hairs that make up his happy trial.

He takes his time before reaching into his sweats, his hands finally making contact with the head. He gathers some precum before smearing it around, his other hand pushing down his sweats in desperation to touch himself. As he pushes his boxers down, he lets out a hiss as his cock is freed and stands at attention angry, red, and leaking.

With a shaky breath his grasps the shaft and begins to stroke, his hands building up a steady rthymic motion as his mind wanders to you. He wishes it were you, desperately wants it to be you with your hand wrapped around his cock, pleasuring him until he’s squirming and begging for his release. He strokes and strokes, wet sounds filling the room as he’s a leaking mess. His moans mix with the sound of him pleasuring his cock, his breath shaky as his orgasm builds up.

As he continues to stroke himself, his other hand reaches down to fondle his balls, giving them a squeeze as they sit hot and heavy in his hand. Hyunjin’s back arches off the bed as his orgasm washes over him without warning, the pleasure so intense he’s seeing stars, his hearing diminishing as he moans out. His pace doesn’t stop as spurt after spurt of hot cum splatters his hand and belly, painting it with the sticky white substance.

Once he’s empty, he relaxes on the bed, his chest heaving as he comes down from his high, the sound of your voice whispering how good he is in his head. He whimpers as he gathers some of his cum that’s starting to dry on his belly and brings it to his lips, tasting the salty liquid on his tongue. He closes his eyes as his hands rest at his side, his now soft cock lying haphazardly as he wills himself to get up and get cleaned up.

He’s down bad for you, yes, but he doesn’t mind. He welcomes the reminder on a daily basis and will continue to do so for as long as it takes.

Hyunjin finally wills himself to get up, making his way to the bathroom to get ready for work. Once dressed and deemed presentable for his shift at the coffee shop, he gathers his phone and wallet and makes his way to the door.

And as Hyunjin leaves his home, he thinks of tonight when he gets home, to you the love of his life.

You are ready to be home, ready to take a hot shower and get into some cozy clothes and relax in front of the tv. Your shift today was not the best, the events of the day replaying in your mind.

It started off good enough, some of the regular customers stopping by, looking for a new read and others were new, curious to see the old fashioned bookshop that is present in the otherwise modern town. You loved to help others find their next read, wanting to help them escape to other worlds, another place then their everyday mundane lives. Your customers could tell of your passion as they asked you for recommendations and had in depth conversations about the latest books and authors.

However, what started off as a good day turned sour really quickly as your friend Tiffany, stopped by, wanting to gossip about her new boy toy. You have been friends for ages, not as long as you’ve been friends with Hyunjin, but long enough. You love her for what she’s worth, but sometimes she can be a little much for you, her bubbly personality taking over, even when the situation is dire.

You don’t agree with her methods of “dating,” and you’ve let her know your thoughts more times than you can count, today being one of those days. However, Tiffany must have found offense as she started to yell and berate you and your opinions. You couldn’t get a word in as she babbled on and on about how you don’t support her and that the reason why you’re still single is because you have a stick up your ass.

You were taken aback by her words, never having heard her have an outburst quite like this. You didn’t say anything as she stormed out of the shop, the door slamming shut with a final tinkle of the bell that hung at the top of the door.

As you made your way home, you mind wandered to Hyunjin, hoping he would be home on time tonight. You wanted to feel his presence, needing to be comforted. You felt the tears crowd the corner of your eyes, the hurt settling in from today deep in your chest. You needed to get home quickly, so you weren’t crying on the side of the street.

Picking up the pace, you arrived home in no time, your hand shaking as you attempted to slide the key in the lock. Softly grunting in frustration, you cleared the water from your eyes and focused on the hole, the key finally sliding into place. You quickly opened the door and slid inside, dropping your stuff haphazaly on the floor as you made your way to the couch.

You collapsed on the cushions and continued to cry, your sobs echoing in the empty room. You let it all out, putting your head on your knees as you squeezed your legs, hoping Hyunjin would come home soon.

As if he heard you, the door opened, annoucning that he was finally home.

“Y/n! I’m home!” Hyunjin shouted, the sound of his keys dropping on the hallway table.

“Y/n?” You heard Hyunjin call out again, this time cautiously.

You remained on the couch, not moving or saying anything waiting for Hyunjin to notice you.

“Oh y/n, what’s wrong?” Hyunjin said, his voice barely above a whisper as he rushed to you.

You felt his arms wrap around you and pull you close, his hand cradling your head into his chest. You gripped his shirt and buried your head in the fabric, breathing in the scent of coffee and Hyunjin, the smell itself comforting. You both sat in silence as Hyunjin rocked you side to side, as he softly hummed. After a while you disentangled yourself from him and leaned back, wiping your eyes in the process.

“Wanna tell me what happened?” Hyunjin inquired, his eyes on you as he patiently waited for you to speak.

You’re sure your eyes were red and puffy, but he gazed at you with such tenderness, not caring what you looked like.

“Tiffany and I had a fight…I’m not sure we’re friends anymore. She said some pretty nasty things about me…”

You watched as Hyunjin balled his hands into a fist, his eye twitching as he fumed in anger. You knew Hyunjin never liked Tiffany, calling her a bad influence on you. Deep down you knew he was right, but you had been friends so long with her, you didn’t want to cut ties with her as he suggested.

“You were right about her Hyunjin,” you said as you twiddled your thumbs and looked down at your lap.

“Oh y/n, it’s ok. You only need me yeah?” He said, as he tried to reach for you once more.

You pondered his words, seeking the truth in them. Hyunjin is your everything, has always been. You sniffled and wiped more tears from your eyes. You had no one else in this world, as you were estranged from your parents, your sister. You only had Hyunjin.

“I only need you Hyun,” you agreed, looking him in the eyes.

Hyunjin smiled gingerly at you as he brushed his fingers down your cheek. In that moment, you could feel the dynamic shift between you two as you both came to an understanding. You only needed each other in this world, you only needed to live in this atmosphere that you have both created for yourselves. As long as you both had each other, you’d be alright.

“Do we have enough snacks?” Hyunjin asks, worry etched on his face as his eyes glanced over the various bags full of treats that littered the blanket.

You chuckled at his distress, knowing he needed tons of the salty and sweet treats for the movie.

“Yes love, I think we have enough,” you said as you brushed some of his hair out of his face.

Hyunjin looked up in that moment, his eyes finding yours, a smile gifting his face at your love and tenderness. He felt his heart skip a beat as he took you in, the perfect girlfriend he could ever have.

It’s been a year since that fated day when you both declared that you only needed each other, love laced with each word as you both sealed in your fates. Each day passed the same, your routines not really changing other than the fact you greet him with a kiss when you come home. Hyunjin has cherished each day, engraving each memory deep within the recesses of his brain, never wanting to forget these happy days.

Hyunjin clears his throat and crosses his arms as he pouts, deciding to tease you. “This may be enough…that is if you don’t eat it all angel.”

You giggled and pushed him lightly, his body tipping over and landing on the blanket. “Hey!” He said as he laughed, before righting himself.

“Well, you deserved it!” You said as you grabbed the other blanket and drapped it over your thighs.

You both were at the park, participating in a summer event called movies in the park. Hyunjin had suggested it after seeing an ad on the announcement bulletin board in your apartment complex. You wholeheartedly agreed to going, believing it would be fun. Luckily, you both were able to get that day off from work.

Hyunjin took you to the store and you both piled your cart high with snacks and drinks, giddy with excitement at the outing. He only had to compromise twice, after you begged to get one of your favorite candies, instead of the salty treat he so desperately wanted. It was worth it however when he saw your eyes light up as he agreed to your demands, his cheeks blushing as you placed a soft kiss on the heated flesh.

It was a nice summer night, the kind where the sun warms your skin, but you can enjoy the sensation without sweating, as you breathe in the warm summer air. The park was filled with families and couples, everyone eagerly waiting for the film to begin. It didn’t take long as the sun melted into the horizon, the screen turning on to project the featured film.

Hyunjin pulled you closer, slipping his legs underneath the blanket as well. He smiled as you snuggled against him, grabbing a bag of snacks to munch on as the opening credits began. As the sun went down for good and the stars made an appearance, littering the clear night sky, you both watched the movie enjoying a rare night off together.

Afterwards, you gathered your stuff and made your way home hand in hand. Hyunjin listened as you chattered about the movie, discussing the plot and how you liked it very much. He chattered back with you, equally as invested in the discussion about the movie as you were. You both were yapping so loud that the others who were sharing the sidewalk with you turned to look at you both, their faces in shock.

“Oops,” you giggled as you noticed their stares, “maybe we should tone it down a notch.”

Hyunjin chuckled and squeezed your hand, “maybe so angel.”

You both chattered more quietly the rest of the way, making it back home in record time. Hyunjin locked away this memory, walking home with you on a warm, summer night, after spending a relaxing and fun night with the love of his life.

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Once home, Hyunjin watched as you bustled around the apartment, unwinding from your little outing. He listens as you’re humming a little song, one that sounds familiar, but he can’t quite place where he’s heard it. He loves watching you in these moments, you being you, just for him in this safe space.

Hyunjin feels the need to be close to you so he makes his way over to you and stops you in your tracks as he wraps his arms around you.

“Hyun, what..” You begin until he cups your face as he gazes into your eyes.

“I love you,” he whispers before pressing his lips to yours, sighing as he’s found his home.

Hyunjin lazily kisses you, pulling you closer, smirking against your lips as he listens to you whimper. He drags his hands up your sides before dragging them back down, his fingers gliding over your shirt and leggings until he reaches your ass, gently cupping the flesh in his large hands. He gives it a squeeze before slapping it, chuckling as you let out a yelp.

He drops his smile however as you bring your hand to his bulge and squeezes his semi-hard cock, his eyes finding yours as you smirk back at him.

“Two can play that game Mr. Hwang,” you tease as you stroke him through his pants.

“You little minx,” he murmurs as he captures your lips in a passionate kiss as you continue to palm him.

Suddenly he pulls back and grabs your hand, dragging you to his room that is now both of yours. He pushes you to the bed and climbs on top of you, his hands reaching to strip you of your clothes, tossing them away as quickly as possible. He needs to see you, feel you bare beneath him, engrave your beautiful body to his memory once more.

He unclapses your bra, your breasts spilling out as he removes the garment, his eyes glued to your hardening nipples. He licks his lips as he finds the waistband of your panties and drags them down your legs, a groan leaving his lips as he notices your soaked as a string of your slick connects your panties to your pussy.

Hyunjin proceeds with removing his clothes, feeling the relief as he rock hard cock is finally free of the restricting garments. Once you both are bare for each other, there’s a moment of silence as you take each other in, in awe of each other’s raw beauty as if it’s your first time. Hyunjin’s cock twitches as you blush, squeezing your thighs together in embarrassment at his gaze, his ears perking up as he hears you quietly whimper.

His hands reach out and cup your breasts, his fingers ghosting over your nipples just how you like, the feather light touch causing you to moan and arch into his touch seeking more stimulation. He continues to tease the buds, not fully applying pressure as he knows you like the soft touches he gives your breasts.

“Hyun…love,” you whimper as you cant your hips towards him, your eyes glued to his leaking cock.

“Ok angel, bear with me yeah?” He cooes as he continues to touch you, his fingertips barely touching your skin.

He draws invisible patterns on your skin, his eyes glued to your rising and falling chest as you try to regulate your breathing, lost in his touch. Hyunjin watches as your hands grasps your breasts and play with them as he continues to torture you. He eventually reaches your thighs as he gently rubs circles on the flesh.

Deeming your ready, he parts your legs baring your glistening pussy to his eyes. He loves that he gets you so wet and needy, your folds just begging for him to touch them. And touch them he does as he drags a finger down the puffy folds, your body shuttering at his touch.

He takes his time as he buries his fingers between your folds, easily finding your clit. He applies gentle pressure to your bundle of nerves, bringing you to your high slowly but steadily. He listens to your moans, as he continues to pleasure you, the sound music to his ears. He knows you’re close as he’s very attuned to your body. Withdrawing his hand, he chuckles as you let out a whine, your eyes wide and on him.

“Want you to cum around me angel,” Hyunjin says as he grasps his cock, stroking the shaft a few times to coat it in his pre-cum.

He brings the tip to your entrance and lightly pushes in, your walls sucking him in instantly. He continues to push his length in until he bottoms out, your walls fluttering around his cock as he stills to let you adjust.

“Move, please move,” you beg as you wiggle your hips, attempting to fuck yourself on his cock.

Hyunjin smiles as he places his hands underneath your thighs, holding your legs open as he begins to thrust within you, his cock easily sliding in and out of your walls. He lets out a whimper as he feels your warmth engulf him again and again, your little hole stretching perfectly around him like you were made for his cock.

He’s not going to last long, always feeling overwhelmed once he’s inside you. What would normally embarrass most, he doesn’t mind and he knows you don’t either as you know he’s going to take care of you, make sure you reach your high.

“Touch yourself angel, touch your clit for me yeah?” Hyunjin begs as he feels his orgasm approaching.

He groans as you bring two fingers to your clit and rub, your wrist keeping in time to his thrusts. His tongue lolls out as he glues his eyes to your pussy and how wet it is, a mixture of your slick and his sweat coating the puffy flesh and dripping down your ass. Your fingers slip and slid, little whines leaving your mouth as your fingers slip off the bud. You quickly replace them however chasing after your high so you can come with your lover.

Hyunjin’s breath hitches as he feels you clench around him, his balls tightening within as he lets go in a flurry of loud moans, his cum painting your walls white and sliding out around his cock. His eyes meet yours as you let go, as your eyes roll to the back of your head and you arch your back as your walls rhythmically clench around his cock over and over. He gently fucks you through your high, pushing his cum back into your pussy.

As you take a stuttering breath, your eyes match his, as you clench around his cock one last time. Hyunjin softly moans before leaning down to capture your lips in a loving kiss, your lips moving together sweetly.

Hyunjin gets up and withdraws his softened cock, clucking his tongue at the sight of his cum leaking steadily from your pussy. He has to tear his eyes away in order to clean you up. Once you’re both clean, he pulls you under the blankets, cuddling you to his chest.

You both lay there breathing in tandem, sleep slowly taking over your bodies. Hyunjin logs away the feel of your soft, warm skin underneath his fingertips as he lazily drags them up and down your back. He memorizes the dips and turns of your body, mesmerized with your beauty as always. As he closes his eyes, he begins to dream of you and the eternity he plans to spend with you.

The next morning, you awake, feeling refreshed after last nights love making and a good nights rest. You look up to see Hyunjin sprawled out on his back, his chest softly rising and falling as he slumbers. As you stare at your lover, an idea comes to mind and as you glance at the clock, you notice you have a little time before you have to get up to go to your second job.

You carefully scoot closer to Hyunjin, careful not to wake him up. He has kicked off the blankets at some point during the night, leaving him uncovered. Your eyes go to the bulge in his boxers, already semi-erect. You gently palmed his cock, your eyes glued to his face to ensure he doesn’t wake up.

You smile as he doesn’t move, but continues to softly snore. You reach into the crotch of the fabric and pull out his cock, your eyes feasting on how how red and angry the head is, as drops of pre-cum drip down and coat his shaft and your hand.

You shuffle onto your knees and lean down to take him into your mouth, your lips wrapping around the head. You press your tongue into his slit and then stop for a moment as Hyunjin moans above you, the sound short but audible. You wait a few seconds more before suckling the head as you stroke his shaft, savoring the salty taste of him on your tastebuds.

As Hyunjin slightly jerks in his sleep, you take more of him down your throat and bob your head in earnest, taking him to the base each time, the little hairs adorning his pelvis tickling your nose. You continue to pleasure your lover, alternating between suckling the head and deep throating him, awaiting the moment he realizes the pleasure he’s feeling is not a dream.

It doesn’t take much longer for him to wake up, his hands gripping your hair your sign he’s fully awake.

“Y/n…ah!” He mumbles, his voice deep as it’s laced with sleep.

You hum around him before increasing your pace, wanting him to come down your throat. You clench your thighs together as Hyunjin moaned and thrusted his hips upwards as he fucked your mouth gently. You grasped his balls in your hands and began to fondle them.

“Mmm close angel, don’t stop,” Hyunjin whimpered.

As you licked up his shaft and then swirled your tongue around him once more, Hyunjin grasped your head and pushed it down, forcing you to take him to the hilt, the tip of his cock kissing the back of your throat. He let out a loud groan as he came, spurt after spurt of his cum filling your mouth. You withdrew as he took a shaky breath, his hooded eyes set on you as you swallowed his cum, licking your lips afterwards ensuring not to waste any that may have dribbled out.

“Such a good girl for me,” Hyunjin murmured as he gave you a smile, his hands reaching up to run his fingers through his hair. “Why don’t I return the favor? You have to work this morning right? How about I join you in the shower?”

You couldn’t say no to such an offer as you were dripping, your slick coating your panties causing them to stick uncomfortably to your skin. You’d be killing two birds with one stone too. You giggled as leaped out of bed, grabbing your lovers hands to pull him after you to take care of both of your needs before your shift.

As you entered the lab, you put your phone on silent so as to not have any distractions while working. Your second job was in a research lab at the local hospital. You enjoyed this job as well, the prospect of making strides in the scientific world giving you a thrill.

You pulled out your supplies, grabbing your agar plates from the incubator and settled in. You decided to play some music to pass the time away since you had the lab to yourself today. Getting lost in your work, your fell into the familiar routine of extracting cells, mixing them with solutions, and spinning them down, all to prepare them to extract the DNA.

However, you were so into it, that you accidentally knocked over a bottle that was laying on the counter, the clear liquid spilling all over the counter and you. You shrieked at the feeling, quickly picking up the bottle to stop more of the liquid from dripping onto the tabletop.

You noticed the bottle didn’t have a label, so you had no clue what was inside. Your skin wasn’t burning which you thought was a good thing. You quickly made your way to the wash station, and turned on the water, dousing your arms underneath the stream to get the strange liquid off.

You stayed there for ten minutes before you deemed it okay to stop. Turning off the water, you dried off your arms. Satisfied, you went back to work, picking up where you left off before the accident. The day continued, time flying by quickly as you made progress in your project. As mid day rolled around, you decided to call it quits.

After cleaning up your space and properly storing your specimens, you packed up your bag and left, making your way back home. The apartment would be empty as you got back, as Hyunjin would have already left for work.

Once at home, you changed clothes and decided to read, wanting to have a chill afternoon after your busy morning. As you were settling in, rain began to spatter against your window, the pitter patter soothing to your ears. Your eyes began to droop, slowly but surely until you succumbed to sleep, your book falling from your hands. -- -- “Who are you!?”

You awoke with a start, your eyes wide as you thought an intruder had entered your home. Blinking away the sleep, you focused your eyes to the man in front of you. Standing in front of you was…wait…it was Hyunjin. Why was he asking you who you were? You were y/n, his girlfriend, his best friend in the world.

“Hyun, it’s me…” you said incredulously.

Hyunjin stared at you for a moment, blinking his eyes slowly. After a while, there was a look of recognition on his face.

“Y/n? What just happened?”

You stared back at Hyunjin confused. “You just asked who I was.”

“I did? Why would I do that? I know who you are,” Hyunjin said as he sat down next to you.

You sat there in shock, confused as to what just happened. You could tell he meant what he said, his face telling it all that he had no clue who you were. As strange as it were, you decided to let it go. You latched onto his arm and snuggled into him, sighing at the comfort the warmth of his body brings.

As the night went on, your mind kept wandering to the night’s events, confused as to what transpired. A part of you thought you should have continued to question Hyunjin, ask him why he thought he didn’t know you. As you tossed and turned in bed, you couldn’t help the feeling of dread that lingered as you tried to fall asleep.

Time passed and with each day, stranger things occurred. Over the last few months, Hyunjin has forgotten your birthday, your favorite foods, even your favorite books which you constantly talk about. He always claims he’s not sure what has happened, confusion laced on his face as he ponders why he forgot that information. He’s also forgotten who you were a few more times, but he always recovers and remembers a little while later.

As you were getting ready for work, your mind was a nervous wreck as you considered every possibility as to why he’s forgetting the little things about you and your relationship. You walked to your bathroom to do your makeup when you looked in the mirror. You yelped at your reflection, your eyes widened in horror.

You were there, but your skin seemed to have faded a little, a small outline of your body seeming to glow in the light, almost like an aura. You touched your arm, sighing in relief as you could still felt solid.

What the hell is going on? Are you imagining things? That has to be it, yes. You continued your morning routine, convinced that it was all a hallucination since you hadn’t had your morning coffee yet.

Later, as you entered the kitchen, you found Hyunjin sitting down on the couch, his sketch book in his lap. You stopped in your tracks, confused as this was the first time you worked an early morning shift and Hyunjin had not cooked you breakfast. Even though he didn’t owe you the meal, you still found it kind of odd that he would break his usual routine.

“Love?” You questioned as you entered the living room.

Hyunjin snapped his head up in shock, some coffee sloshing over the rim of his mug and onto his clothes.

“Shit, what?” He asked, his face scrunched up in annoyance at the interruption and spill.

“Oh, nothing, I’m just going to go to work now,” you said quietly, his outburst shocking you.

Hyunjin never snaps at you, he's always gentle and considerate of your feelings. So his actions this morning have definitely shaken you up. You try not to linger on the feeling as you get to work. You immerse yourself in your books, helping out the various customers that come in throughout the day. You only hope that Hyunjin would have calmed down by the time you got home.

Hyunjin felt off. Something wasn’t right and he couldn’t put his finger on it. He knows it has something to do with your relationship, but he can never remember what it is. He spends his days frustrated as he forgets your name, your favorite book, or even your daily routine. He doesn’t understand why it’s occurring as he lives for you, breathes for you.

He can see the hurt in your eyes each time it occurs, how dejected you feel when he snaps at you once again. He doesn’t mean to, he just doesn’t know what else to do or say when these events occur.

He decides to make an effort to not forget, to focus hard to remember, to turn this whole mess around as quick as possible. Hyunjin looks up eagerly as you walk through the door, arriving home after work. You seem tired and run down, your skin dull and lackluster but also a little translucent.

He comes to the conclusion that you’re getting sick and decides to help nurse you back to health.

“Hey, welcome home angel. You look exhausted, let’s get you in a bath yeah?”

You shake your head yes gratefully and let him guide you to your bathroom. He busies himself with preparing the bath, making sure the water is the right temperature, that he fills the tub with your favorite bubble bath. He throws in some bath salts as well before deeming the bath satisfactory.

“Alright angel, let’s get in.” Hyunjin ties his hair up and strips and gets in the bath first.

You follow right behind him, the water slowly rising as you settle in between his legs. However, as you lay back against his chest, he’s not met with your solid body, but yet a more squishy feeling, almost like your skin is moving against him.

He’s startled to say the least, confused as to how you can feel this way. He reaches to grab your arm and is barely able to hold on.

“Angel, what…” he asks, not finishing his question as he’s not sure what to ask anymore.

“I’m not sure Hyunjin,” you sob as you breakdown. “I’m slowly fading and I have no idea why. I think it’s why you forget who I am at times and things about me.”

Hyunjin feels a pang in his heart as you cry, wishing he could wrap his arms around you, feel you as he has in the past. He attempts to comfort you, frustrated that your skin moves underneath his hands. He’s not sure what to make of the situation, but what you have proposed makes sense.

“How did this happen?” He asks quietly as you continue to sniffle.

“M’not sure,” you whimper. “What if you forget me forever? “

Your body shakes as your wracked with fresh sobs, your anguish echoing throughout the bathroom.

“I could never forget you angel, never.” Hyunjin says.

He really won’t, how could he as you’re the love of his life. If he has to write your name down everyday, he will, whatever he has to do to remember you, he will do it. He will help you through this no matter what.

Hyunjin says he won’t forget you, but you know it’s inevitable. You’ve faded away even more now, so much so that you can’t leave the house, scared others around you will think you’re a ghost. You spend your days at home, curled up within a blanket as you stare blankly at the tv.

You’ve made a link to the spill of the strange liquid at the lab to what has been happening to you for almost half a year now. Whatever it was must be altering the atoms of your body, slowly allowing them to spread, causing you to fade away.

You barely lift your head as Hyunjin walks in the house, as he walks right past you without giving you another glance. You wait a full two hours before he notices you, recognition and then shame gracing his face at his mistake.

He walks over to you and leans down to kiss you, but he is met with air. You begin to cry, leaning away quickly at the realization that you will never be able to feel Hyunjin’s lips on yours, his hands on your body, his warmth. You can see the sadness in his eyes as he realizes the same thing.

Hyunjin sighs and walks away, locking himself in his bedroom. You don’t see him for the rest of the night, which leaves you heartbroken. You make your way to your room to go to bed, as you consider today another disappointment.

Hyunjin wakes up, the sun is shining brightly through his window, promising another good day. He sits up and stretches, enjoying the pull on his muscles. He gets up to start his morning routine as he works the morning shift today.

He hums a little song as he washes up, dresses himself and then makes his way to the kitchen. He busies himself making breakfast, the familiar routine comforting. Once he’s done, he sits down to eat, humming at the taste of the food as he scarfs it down.

After the last bite, he takes his plate to the sink and dumps it. Grabbing his wallet and keys he leaves for work, shutting the door behind him.

His day passes without incident, the coffee shop bustling with customers as always. He decides he will sketch when he gets home, needing to finish his projects before the deadline for the art school he wants to apply to.

His boss lets him go earlier which is a godsend to Hyunjin as he can make it home before the rain decides to fall, blanketing the roads with puddles and mud. Once he arrives home, he quickly changes and grabs some juice before sitting down on the couch.

Pressing play on a little remote, soft music drifts through the room, blanketing his world with the sound of piano keys, perfect for his afternoon of sketching. He grabs his sketch book and opens it, the book falling open to some sketches he’s already completed.

He stares down at the woman on the page, her features beautiful and breathtaking. As he gazes at sketch after sketch, he feels as if he’s forgetting something or forgetting someone. Every time he gets close to the answer, it slips away, like silk slipping through his fingers.

Hyunjin can’t remember who the woman is in the sketch, but he’s glad he’s thought of them, wanting to include them in his portfolio. As he picks up his pencil once more, he begins to draw, his hands traveling around the page with practiced ease and familiarity. He focuses hard, needing the details to be just right.

As he finishes, he sets his pencil down, and glances at his sketch. He has sketched the woman again, the woman who seems to plague his subconscious. He gets the nagging feeling that he knows the woman but can’t recall why or where he knows her from.

Despite this, he has captured your beauty, your perfect features in great detail, immortalized forever all within the pages of his beloved sketchbook.

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ts19009 · 1 year ago

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Seventeen Fic Rec's Part 2

(CONTAINS SMUT AND MATURE SUBJECT MATTER)

(Bold title means favorite)

(UPDATED: February 3rd, 2024)

Kim Mingyu

Urban Hearts, Rural Souls (farmer mingyu) @hoshifighting

oh no, he's in love? (k.m.g) (dilf!mingyu x afab reader | chan x afab reader) @ncteez

Need A Hand? (farmhand!mingyu x farmer's daughter!reader) @everyonewooeverywhere

✧ back to december (smut (18+ / mdni), fluff, angst (resolved!), best friends to strangers to lovers) @toruro

Between the heavens and the earth (Royal!AU, smut so MDNI!, angst, pining) @gyuldaengi

New Rules (basketballplayer!mingyu, collegestudent!reader, fakedating!au, fluff, angst, s2l, smut) @leejihoonownsmyheart

BLOOM FOR ME (college au, slice of life, strangers to fwb to lovers, angst, fem!reader, slowburn-ish, rollercoaster of somewhat unrealistic events, minor use of the fake dating trope, not proofread, explicit sexual content, inexpressive!reader, fear of intimacy, once again a fic that seemed better in my head than the finished product but idc!) @sanakiras

Honeyboy (SLOWBURN, back and forth PINING, angst, summer romance, spice/nsfw mentions and smut, eventual friends to lovers, brief high school!au, fluff, slight love triangle, lots of teasing/flirting.) @chocosvt

Lilac Lace (roomates au, fluff, pwp, humour, roomates to lovers.) @starlightxsvt

How to Win Hearts for Dummies (the answer is lattes and banana bread) (Idol!mingyu x makeup-artist!reader) @gyuswhore

xu minghao

now or never (when you make a chance encounter with your ex, you end up saying that you’re engaged to your estranged neighbor xu minghao. when you find out your ex is coming to your friend’s wedding, you’ve only got a month to become a convincing couple.) @heartkyeom

to love easily (non-idol!minghao x fem!reader) @minghaoyoudoin

rush hour (enemies to lovers, dancer au? unresolved sexual tension, smut) @lovelyhan

terrified (idolverse, established relationship, hao trying (and failing) to play it cool about the wanting-to-be-a-father thing, brief discussion abt family planning, this is only a little sad bc hao has overthinkeritis,) @lovelyhan

Remembrance of Ice (ice king!xu minghao x fem spy!reader) @gyuswhore

Apple of My Eye — xmh (fluff, descendants au, child of snow white reader, reader is shorter than minghao) @rubyreduji

Jeon WonWoo

new beginnings (: in which a certain someone starts getting extra clingy to you, leading you to find out you're pregnant.) @etherealyoungk

the bore next door (j.ww) @ncteez

Patterns (fuckboy(ish) wonwoo, friends(?) with benefits) @highvern

under wisteria blossoms (town doctor!wonwoo x reader) @lovequartz

Before the Day Begins (an interesting way to start an early sunday morning with your boyfriend wonwoo) @kyeomofhearts

wedding weekends with wonwoo (fake dating, non-idol au, photographer!wonwoo, florist! + gn!reader, fluff, angst if you looked hard enough (honestly, it’s kinda cheesy lol) @suhnshinehaos

OVERSET (ai!wonwoo x R&D!reader) @drunk-on-dk

Say Yes to Me (1960s!AU - Childhood bestfriend! Wonwoo x F!Reader) @ssinboo

roommates with benefits (smut, fluff, humor, college au, roommate au, frat au) @shuaflix

Hong Jisoo

Cockroach (Joshua hates cockroaches. Never in a million years would he ever be able to kill one, but thank goodness he has you to take care of that.) @beomboomboom

fine line (figure skater!joshua, writer/fangirl!reader, best friend!jeonghan, dad!seungcheol, smut, fluff, angst, some occasional skating jargon, this is a lot about the Olympics) @heartkyeom

leaning on the everlasting arms (childhood best friend! pastor's son!joshua x f reader) @onlyhuis

golden hour (fluff, slice of life, best friends to lovers, summer vacation au ━ best friend!joshua) @dkfile

wildest dreams | joshua hong (best friends to lovers!au, fake dating!au (kinda), fluff, humor) @viastro

yoon jeonghan

𝘋𝘰 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦 ? (enemies to roommates to lovers, angst, fluff, smut (mdni 18+) @wonustars

lens of ice | yjh | one (figure skater jeonghan, light angst, a little fluff) @wongyuuu

January 9th | Prologue (Actor!Y. Jeonghan x Single mom!reader) @sunnylovespickles

The Christmas Boyfriend — yjh (fluff, smut (minors dni), fwb, fake dating, college!au) @rubyredujibyredujii

I THINK WE MARRIED IN VEGAS (comedy (?), angst, smut (minors don't interact)) @ressonancee

Kwon Soon-young

hoshi; vowels and veracity (m) (teacher!soonyoung x single mother!reader) @hansolmates

Deserted (Sci-Fi AU!, Reader-Insert, Smut, Some Plot, Hookup/One-Night-Stand/Strangers) @ihavethedreamies

Edible Arrangements (college roommate!soonyoung x afab!reader) @bitchlessdino

highrise (ceo!au… ish) walking around your apartment naked has never been a problem, since you live in a high-rise and no one can see in, at least that’s what you thought…) @sluttywonwoo

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kyeomniscient · 4 months ago

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seventeen ao3 fic recs (pt. 2)

creating a new post for the mid-length fics bc the original post was getting too long - enjoy!

pt. 1 (completed fics, >50k words)

pt. 3 (completed shorter fics, <10k words)

pt. 4 (incomplete fics)

in order of descending word count, last updated 13/12/2024

Cherry Tree Inn (jicheol, 45k, completed)

obsessed with the plot twist in this one! the damsel in distress!hoon x hero!cheol dynamic never fails

The Times We Fell (minwon, 46k, completed)

this one definitely did things to my heart :"") loved the visuals of hockeyplayer!mingyu x figureskater!wonwoo, the development of their enemies(?)-to-friends-to-lovers arc, how their relationship remained strong and steady throughout despite being met with various obstacles and external pressures along the way, how Mingyu rekindled Wonwoo's love for skating not once but twice, just them being a healthy and supportive couple - a beautiful read!

Access Granted (jicheol, 45k, completed)

the jicheol banter was golden in this one

divine pain, pain divine (gyucheol, 44k, completed)

the enemies-to-lovers-to-exes-to-lovers pipeline i never knew i needed

cut to the feeling (soonwoo, 44k, completed)

this was a character study on emotional self-torture and every chapter was an absolute sucker punch to the gut - loved the sadness and pining for the drama but i also felt like plot-wise the events didn't really justify the intensity of it all as much as the author's other piece :"/ writing was still amazing though!!

gold fever (seokgyu, 43k words, completed)

archer!seokmin x weightlifter!mingyu in a college au - really liked the vibes and writing in this fic :) seokgyu fics are rare and i feel like it's bc their dynamics on-camera mostly revolve around teasing/bickering it's hard to picture anything else, but the slow-burn element brought smth fresh and new to their dynamics and it was such an enjoyable read!

I'm not afraid to die, I just don't want to be there when it happens (jicheol, 40k words, completed)

after reading this i think it's safe to say we all need a cheol during an apocalypse

In The Eye of the Beholder (verkwan, 34k words, completed)

half-demon!vernon x blind!seungkwan - verkwan is the softest ship and no one can say otherwise

Get busy living, or get busy dying. (cheolhoon, 31k words, completed)

absolutely living for the dialogue and banter between these two during the counseling sessions - such a unique setting, a v good fic!

secondhand smoke (gyucheol, 30k words, completed)

this was the start of my spiral down the gyucheol rabbit hole: collegiate sport aus will always be superior

just let me know (i'll be on the floor) (verkwan, 30k words, completed)

soft and sweet friends-to-lovers fic that made my heart so warm!! really loved how their relationship unfolded over time, how they took care of each other as roommates, with seungkwan's obliviousness and denial and vernon being so patient with him throughout - 'twas a lovely slice-of-life read that brought comfort and joy :)

A (Revised Guide to Lab Safety) (soonwoo, 25k words, completed)

askjfsds this was an amazing mix of soonwoo peer dynamics in a college au + science!! their lab partners-to-friends-to-lovers arc was really too cute so i'd highly recommend this to soonwoo enthusiasts

tu me manques (minwon, 26k words, completed)

this really captured the feeling of watching 90s & early 2000s romcoms (think before sunrise, chasing liberty, serendipity etc) and was written so beautifully i might cry :"") really loved the travelling aspect of it, the scenic descriptions of each city made the fic so immersive, like i was there along w them sigh

also wonwoo has slight manic pixie dream boy vibes and mingyu is just there lolol

here kitty kitty (minwon, 26k words, completed)

the ultimate cosy fall read - this fic felt like a sip of warm tea by the fire on a chilly autumn evening :)

snowflake, i'll catch you tonight (minwon, 25k words, completed)

this was really cute!! just soft and fluffy vibes in general and characterisation was super on point bc wonwoo is literally winter personified lmao

i thought that space was mine (jeongcheol, 25k words, completed)

jealous jeonghan sad fics are everything

a mix of sun and clouds (soonwoo, 24k words, completed)

lovelovelove aus with interesting professions, and this time they're both working at a weather station! soonyoung being a weather nerd is such a delight to read, and wonwoo's emotional constipation + little acts of service never gets old hehe geguri is amazing

Paradise Lost (minwon, 24k, completed)

sad fics have a chokehold on me and this one definitely takes the cake... was left in tears and i would risk it all to experience it for the first time again

despite this being a post-apocalyptic au, the development of the romance arc was treated softly and gently, that the moments of tenderness between the mcs shone through the violence and ruin that surrounded them. it was a really refreshing take on domesticity, one that took me by surprise, and it's a pity that the author only has 2 works!! i need MORE

Bend (and Break) (seoksoon, 23k words, completed)

fwb-to-friends-to-lovers seoksoon?? another wholesome fic and i loved the build up in this fic, where the mcs are basically doing all but admitting their feelings for each other UGH so cute

175°C for 60 minutes (seokgyu, 23k words, completed)

vv cute baking rivals au!! love how little clues were sprinkled throughout the story and came together at the end to tie things up nicely hehe

Lie Again (gyuhan, 22k words, completed)

the best gyuhan fic (that i've read so far) !! aka the chronicles of one (1) emotionally-unavailable yoon jeonghan where he learns to embrace the notion of Having Feelings ™ ft some of my other fave ships seoksoo and soonwoo

Jack of all trades... (jicheol, 21k words, completed)

absolutely went down a jicheol rabbit hole after this... their dynamics are one of a kind and i love it so much

stillness and motion (seokhao, 21k words, completed)

give me a fic about emotionally-repressed characters that yearn and do everything but communicate and i'll eat it up!! the tension built up between (former) teammates in sport aus are a different breed and i'm absolutely here for it

For Want of Glory (woncheol, 21k words, completed)

secret agent au! loved woncheol's dynamics here, and it's really endearing to read from coups' pov because i love the way he just PINES

you make me feel good (i like it) (soonwoo, 18k words, completed)

no spoilers but this was an absolute beast of a fic that DESTROYED me the best way possible :"") each chapter was succinct yet packed a punch, loveloveloved how the element of time travel was weaved into the storyline!! op you are a genius for conceiving and writing this

Storm Warning (wonhui, 18k words, completed)

jun as a manic pixie dream type here is everything!! ww's feelings are so valid bc if jun was my neighbour, i too, would fall in love right away HAHA

Cold Hands, Warm Heart (jicheol, 17k words, completed)

apocalypse aus always hit so hard and this fic was no exception - i was expecting a much darker arc based on the blurb, but the author managed to transform such a dire situation into one full of love, warmth and hope :") definitely check this one out!! there's also a (slightly) heart-wrenching (tiny) minwon arc on the side

now i'm covered in you (soonwoo, 16k words, completed)

it's the art of dealing with grief and moving on in a sweet and tender fic - highly recommend!

say you want me (cause I need it, all of the time) (soonwoo, 15k words, completed)

this is wonwoo as everyone's dream high school boyfriend lol

choosing the right place to put it (woncheol, 15k words, completed)

15k words of pure domestic fluff :") wonwoo and cheol are so soft with each other in this fic and cheol being so oblivious throughout really takes the cake HAHA

burning the wick at both ends (jeongcheol, 14k words, completed)

getting back with an ex is never a good idea... unless it's jeongcheol

in the dream where I am an island (jeongcheol, 14k words, completed)

rare jeongcheol fic from cheol's pov

full ten (minwon, 14k words, completed)

super adorable strangers-to-roommates-to-lovers fic!! i really loved that they each had their own lives (preferences, habits, jobs and interests) before they met each other, and coming to live together only made their lives better - there's just something about the intimacy of co-existing in the same space with someone, bonding over simple weeknight dinners, developing a shared routine over time :"")

favorite (minwon, 14k, completed)

this was a v lovely friends-to-lovers fic - really loved the timelapse of small moments between them from both perspectives!

helios (minwon, 13k, completed)

a literal masterpiece - great execution of a cool concept, and wonwoo's persona as an artist was really well-crafted!!

runaway (verkwan, 13k, completed)

this fic highlights an inseparable quality about verkwan, that there'll always be invisible string tugging at both of them, keeping them by side by side - amazing!

day ones all i keep around me (minwon, 12k words, completed)

established (secret) relationship where minwon tries to soft-launch their marriage but their fans are too dense to realise LMAO this was really cute, and i loved the dynamics between streamer!wonwoo x soccerplayer!mingyu hehe

Flowers In My Path, My Love (seokwoo, 12k words, completed)

this was the cutest college meet-cute aka hotpoetryclassguy!wonwoo x cutepoetryclassguy!dk - it really captured the moments of fumbling, awkward shyness when interacting with crushes so well and bonus points for describing dk as sunshine bc he really is the brightest boy!!

put me on a feeling i never had (woncheol, 10k words, completed)

on the inherent romance in tending to the wounds of a lover

i want us both to eat well (gyucheol, 10k words, completed)

light the way home (and i'll follow) (minwon, 10k words, completed)

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heartepub · 1 month ago

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note. these are pieces i have either started on or pinned a deadline to. as you will quickly see, i love writing au's. fics that I did not start on but have pondered are not included below. i will try to post calendars with the slated posts for the month, but feb–april is my thesis + org + grad prep hell so </3

LAST UPDATED: 01.16.2025

descended 𓇼 ⋆｡˚ 𓆝 ⤷ priorities/made some headway (links are posted teasers)

untitled royalty au ⤷ pairing. lee chan x gn!reader ⤷ tags. action-ish, drama ⤷ updates. hoping for this to be a short but fun bday fic as well (feb 11)!

love poems for seventeen ⤷ pairing. OT13 headcanons ⤷ updates. valentines day special

food poems for seventeen ⤷ pairing. OT13 headcanons ⤷ updates. undecided release date but might have more than 1 installment

the cities in which ⤷ ft. lee seokmin, hansol vernon chwe ⤷ tags. angst, inspired by past lives ⤷ updates. this is supposed to be up by feb 18 (their bday), so pls pray for me

from the vantage point of death ⤷ summary. when the lord of the dead meets the goddess of spring, nothing goes according to plan. ⤷ pairing. choi seungcheol x f!reader ⤷ tags. reverse hades and persephone au ⤷ updates. aim to post on march 20 (spring equinox). this just keeps growing along w the plot holes I'm pulling my hair out

untitled idol x figure skater au ⤷ pairing. idol!lee jihoon x f!figure skater!reader ⤷ tags. angst, pining, a lot of figure skating lore/terms ⤷ updates. working title: this might be my everything. i HOPED to have this done by feb 25 (pyeongchang18 anniversary). alas, there is no end in sight for this one. frankly unhinged levels of research, including scouring the depths of isu results, timeline-ing svt's 2017 onward ctivities, and re-learning the isu scoring system. I just want it done by this year, I'm begging.

surface swims 𓇼 ⋆｡˚ 𓆝 ⤷ currently in the back burner, but noted as things I'm likely to pursue

love after love (3 food-related fics ft. miniteen food line)

untitled idol!urban fantasy au ft. kim mingyu

untitled urban fantasy (spirited away esque) ft. boo seungkwan

#.dive plan

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findroleplay · 1 year ago

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🌸hey! a.here she/her 18+ minors will likely be blocked if you interact.

I will start out by saying I am strictly looking for a MxF rp where I could play the female role. I am okay with fandom and fandomless. the main fandoms I am interested in are demon slayer, Naruto, and the last of us. (oc x oc is preferred, I would be lenient on my oc x canon, but cc x cc is okay as well, I'm just picky) I have ocs for all three of those fandoms, though I am in other fandoms. as for literacy, I am semi literate to literate, anywhere between 2-7 paragraphs, but it can vary depending on the details in the plot and replies.

as for genre, i love some angst and drama, a bit of gore is perfectly fine as well, nsfw is welcomed but I would like to have more plot than smut. my triggers are the basic stuff like beastiality, incest, pedophilia, etc, but we can discuss more about our limits in DMs.

shows/animes

The last of us; I prefer oc x oc, or oc x Joel miller

Naruto; oc x oc, oc x cc, Hinata x naruto, Shikamaru x temari

Demon Slayer: oc x oc, oc x cc, mitsuri x obanai, shinobu x giyuu.

Tokyo ghoul: I would love to do an oc x oc for Tokyo ghoul!

K-pop

BTS, ateez, ikon, txt, seventeen, got7, shinee, monsta x, stray kids, nct, dpr live, dpr Ian, sik-k, Dean. with kpop we can either do oc x idol, or idol x idol.

kdramas

descendants of the sun, the K2, weightlifting fairy, strong woman do bong soon, romance is a bonus book, just between lovers, cheese in the trap, he is psychometric.

Movies;

pitch perfect

Twilight saga

The breakfast club

10 things I hate about you

The edge of seventeen (best friends brother AU)

To all the boys I've loved before

the craft

Dazed and confused

Jurassic world

This will be on discord! Like this and I'll reach out to you.🌸

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gamerwoo · 5 years ago

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I have a suggestion for you, what do you think about writing some aus based on that Pentagon×descendants headcanons, I would really like to read them especially Hongseok's one.

That’s already something I have planned. I believe in the a/n at the top I said I was considering doing some aus with them

#also not to sound picky but it's just x disney not x descendants i havent even watched that movie djfhkds #ANYWAY i made some for seventeen as well so basically #that means there are 23 aus i need to do #so it will take me a long time #not to mention the wips i already have so yeah #anonymous

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tyxoxo · 2 years ago

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One Night Only - IV.

ch. 3, m.list

Jeno x fem!reader series

Genre: slow burn, fuckboy!jeno, enemies to lovers/hate fucking fwb! bookstore jeno → model jeno au, 00’ dream + mark + jun (seventeen) character inserts

Words: 5.2k

Warnings: pure filth, jeno is mean, cocky, stubborn, this relationship is extremely toxic (i dont condone, this is pure fiction), (future) unprotected sex, choking, slapping, degrading, spitting, dumbification, dacryphilia, oral (f and m receiving), cum play, envy, mdni!

tagging: @nonaism @pradajaehyun @painted-hills

a/n: omg after freaking forever i finally have chapter 4. tysm for waiting and massive hugs to those who commented on previous chapters and left me encouraging asks to continue!

Chapter 4

[ The drop of his umbrella was the last thing you could recall before connecting your lips to his. ]

He was just as steady as you hoped he would be; unrelenting in his attempt to devour your mouth. Your arms reached up to wrap around his cold neck, pulling him closer into your embrace, his cologne still just as evident as before.

His lips felt scorched against yours, despite the rest of his skin feeling a few degrees cooler from the rain.

The sound of your lips colliding filled the hall of your apartment; smacking, licking, tugging as if it was your last kiss.

Neither of you were concerned if someone saw. You were too busy reveling in how his hands explored your body in such a heated rush. How the two of you were using tongue within seconds of kissing for the first time.

Before you could even try to pull him by his collar into your apartment, you felt his wet hands clasp under your thighs and hoist you up. Your legs immediately wrapped around his tiny waist where you belonged, that familiar flame in your core charging upon making contact with his groin. He managed to growl into your mouth, sending vibrations through every nerve in your body.

The wind that blew past you as he carried you into your apartment made you wonder if he had enough patience to make it to your room. It didn’t matter where two of you landed, as long as you could keep kissing him.

“Where’s your room?”

His voice had transformed into something so deep. Deeper than you’ve ever heard. But you would never admit to him that his low tone made you wet.

If this was anyone else, you would’ve combated this foreshadowing. But he sounded so confident with what he wanted to do to you.

Your mouth latched onto his neck, completely ignoring his question so you could taste the rain on his smooth skin.

“Behind me…go straight.” You could feel thunder brewing in his throat from his grunts while sucking along his adam’s apple. You attempted to make last minute marks along his neck before he got to your room. And guessing by how his vein pulsed against your tongue, you succeeded.

Jeno resumed carrying you to your bedroom, kicking the door open. The only lighting provided was the night light plugged in the corner, offering some assistance to your vision.

You had never been tossed on the bed before, but to experience it with such force was enough to shatter your equilibrium.

Before your eyes could adjust to the dimly lit room, Jeno had already thrown his jacket and shirt across your room creating a loud “splat” sound. You wished to focus more on the contours of his upper body, but he had already descended in a hunting stance towards you.

He lowered himself, positioning his broad frame in between your legs. His lips connected to your clothed chest this time, trying to bite through the collar of your cotton shirt. He seemed so starved, so animalistic.

You craved to be kissed there. But it seemed your fingers were having trouble lifting your shirt off your head. And by the looks of Jeno’s furrowed brow, he was getting impatient. In two swift motions he stripped you down to your underwear, throwing everything to the side against your computer desk. You arched your back at the feeling of your nipples being exposed to the cold air in your room. They were already hard from the moment you first kissed him.

The smell of your escence filled his nose, causing him to inhale so violently. His eyes rolling back as if he was overtaken by a deviant spirit.

“You smell so, fucking, good.”

You bit your lip hard in response, trying your hardest to suppress a moan that could’ve easily fueled his already molten ego.

He licked his lips and combed through his soaked strands before diving in, using his mouth to latch onto your sensitive nipple and using his hand to give attention to the other.

It felt so shameless to let a moan escape your lips because of him. But he worked his tongue so well, alternating between flicking, and tugging on it with his teeth. Your eyes were shut, not being able to see that he was absorbing your look of bliss, with mental notes to keep you that way for the rest of the night. Your hands were up splayed at your head, grabbing desperately at your pillow.

His mouth then switched to your other nipple but this time, his hand trailed down to cup your clothed core. Jeno’s eyes fluttered when he felt that you weren’t damp…you were soaked.

The pads of his fingers practically sliding along the strip of your panties. He maintained concentration rubbing his fingers along the flood in your underwear and sucking your now-abused nipple.

Your body jolted upon feeling his tongue change direction, starting at your bellybutton and then licking up to your neck; his warmth leaving a wet trail along your upper body. He met your lips again, your tongues dancing together as one.

Saliva pooled against the corner of your mouth as your wet muscles twirled against each other. Your body squirmed, completely drunk off of how he tasted.

So warm…and inviting, a stark contrast to his character.

His left hand reached up to grab a hold of your entire jaw. You froze at the harsh hold he had on you, not even concerned if he squished you beyond repair. Through your hooded eyes, you could see a long line of saliva between the two of you as he disconnected. Jeno’s eyes followed how the line stretched and fell.

Jeno’s tongue descended upon yours a second time. He then rose up, the both of you watching the bridge form and fall again. One lick of his lips broke the connection and he used his hand to smear the fluid over your mouth in such a rough, unhinged way that you were still processing the moment.

You raised your head to see where he had gone as your bed felt lighter. He stood at the edge, creating somewhat of a strip show as he began to unbuckle his belt. His eyes bore deep into your own as he managed to sling his belt through all the loops of his jeans with just one hand.

There was no time for waiting on him to tell you what to do. You knew what you wanted.

You lunged towards the edge of the bed, like a depraved pawn.

Crawling towards him was invigorating in its own right. He smirked down at you, obviously eyeing at what a spectacle you were.

Your hands danced out of control to unbutton his pants and yank them down his chiseled thighs. Your eyes were met with a bulge you’ve only hoped to see in your dreams. The elastic of his expensive-looking briefs were hanging on for dear life, swelled to the max from his erect cock.

His tip was peeking out of the waistband, swollen red, leaking pre-cum with every inhale and exhale. It was obvious that your eyes were trying to process all of this. You hadn’t even pulled his briefs down yet and you were already salivating.

Trying to take him would be a challenge, no matter which hole he decided to abuse.

The motion of his length snapping back against his abs as you pulled down his briefs was already playing like a broken record in your mind. He was undeniably huge. There was no way he could fit in either part of you.

The light caresses he gave across your forehead transitioned into his hand squeezing around your neck, without warning. No room for air and barely any sensory awareness to blink away the tears forming in your eyes from the pressure. You knew he could see you struggling to breathe.

But he didn’t care.

He lowered his head to your level, his irises a gleaming body of ink.

“Don’t fucking waste my time.” Jeno spat at you, his cock getting harder at the sight of a vein popping along your temple from how hard he squeezed your throat.

A huge gulp of air was the only fair thing he offered you, his hand releasing in just the same amount of speed as when he first took hold of you. You shuffled to the ground, being at his complete disposal on your knees. It seemed that position would fare way better than trying on the bed.

You licked your lips as part of your concentration while gliding his pre-cum down his shaft with your trembling hands. You sped up your movements, not wanting to stir the beast above you any longer. His veins shocked your palms with each stroke, pulsing from all the blood that kept him as hard as a diamond.

Jeno felt so relieved. To finally be touched there, after a month. And for it to be you of all people, made him feel so powerful. Seeing you struggle when you hadn’t even started, made his pride peak to an unhealthy amount.

With each stroke, you squeezed him hard, making sure to go from the tip all the way down to the base. It seemed that you were doing well enough, as he began thrusting in your hand; the sharpness of his hips an obvious preview for what would come later.

The way his essence illuminated his cock made you hungry for more. Even the way he combed his bangs back to get a better view of your hands working his dick motivated you to not waste his time.

It was inevitable that you would have to take him in your mouth soon. The thought wasn’t out of distaste, but rather nervousness from how often you would choke around him. Both of your hands barely covered him and his tip alone was intimidating. Yet, he was so perfectly structured, and you couldn’t help but shift your thighs together to subdue that longing in your core.

“C’mon what are you waiting for?” Jeno probed above you, licking his lips in anticipation.

Your mouth had never stretched this wide to take anyone in before. But you managed to invite him in with a drooling tongue. You didn’t get far, but you compensated by stroking his length, using his remaining slick as lubrication.

The sigh he let out was delicious.

You just hoped you could impress him enough so he wouldn't shit talk you to whatever friends he had.

After a few moments of trying to get your tongue in the right position, there was somewhat of a rhythm forming even though your jaw was being tested of its limits.

With every gag you made trying to take more of him, Jeno released a guttural groan from deep within.

“Look at me bitch. Don’t look down.”

His words didn’t sting near as much as the slap against your cheek. If anything, it made more of your arousal pool against your inner thighs. You wanted to tell him to slap you again but your entire mouth was full.

Not much could be discerned through your watery eyes. But you scanned up anyways, meeting his inflamed lips from how hard he chewed them.

His hands reached down, one cupping underneath your chin and the other resting on top of your head. This type of headlock was completely new to you but you didn’t resist. Somehow through the pressure, you formed a natural response to put your hands behind your back to demonstrate your willingness to obey.

His hips thrusted sharper, his tip practically stabbing the back of your throat with each back and forth motion.

You couldn’t help but close your eyes from the soreness forming along the back of your throat, but if he had something to say about it, you would take it. There wasn’t much he could fit, but he was determined to keep trying. You felt filthy, but with such grandiose: all of the saliva dripping down your body and onto the floor, his growls bouncing off your bedroom walls, your tears streaming down your cheeks by the second. There was only so much nose breathing you could sustain. And now that he was obsessed with seeing your eyes scrunch up with the pressure of blocking your airway, he wasn’t going to slow down anytime soon.

“Fuckkkk. You’re trying so hard aren’t you?” He whispered now, trying to hide the tell-all of his impending high.

“I’ll get you there, someday. You’ll learn how to… take all of me.” He paused often, the feeling of your tongue sliding along the underside of his cock being too much to handle.

It took very little effort to realize that you were merely a tool for Jeno to use. All those days you pushed his supremacy to the back of your head, trying to deny that one day, the two of you would be here like this.

With one final thrust, he stilled inside your mouth, hunched over with his upper half practically laying on your head. His grunts and strings of profanity flooded the room. Your hands rushed to slap against his thighs, signaling that you for sure couldn’t breathe now. Neither did he or his cock care about your surrender. He remained there with complete control over your head, keeping you in place. His cum jetted out in thick spurts, bubbling up inside. You choked on all of the above, your body trembling and on the verge of collapsing. Your entire mouth was filled to the brim, yet you wanted to down it all like a complete animal.

“Yesss” His single exhale stirred you out of your vertigo.

A loud “pop” filled the room from Jeno backing out of your throat and a huge gasp from your vocal chords was left in place. Your hands cupped underneath your chin to catch any remaining fluid that tried to waste onto the floor. It wasn’t the mess you were concerned about, it was the fact that he tasted so clean. You slurped at your hands like he was a delicacy all kept to yourself.

Jeno continued stroking his still-hard cock as he watched you gulp down all that he had to offer.

“So hot…” He whispered while kicking off his pants and briefs that were hung low at his ankles.

He then walked over to where he threw his jacket, digging in the inside pocket to grab a familiar foil packet. Within a second of ripping it with his teeth, he glided it over his dick with grimace. You’re only guess would be that he disliked the constraint, not surprising.

Once he was somewhat satisfied, he stepped over to you and lowered his slicked hand around your neck again. You failed at trying to take the pressure of your jaw as he hoisted you up with ease and tossed you on the bed.

Before you could try to suck your fingers clean, he had already ripped your underwear in half and tossed it behind him.

Your yelp only got louder by the time Jeno dragged you to the edge of the bed, hooking his arms around your thighs. For that brief second of him being at your level, you wanted to kiss him again. But it seemed his mind was already hooked on other things. He was more focused on how you clenched around nothing when he pried your legs apart…and the way your aroma was even stronger and more intoxicating than before.

Your eyes followed his face with every action he did, not even realizing that his cock was awaiting your entrance. His raised brow got your attention. It seemed he pondered in thought on whether or not you could even take a few inches of him.

His girth was intimidating, obviously. And you didn’t have any recollection of taking someone like him before.

But the waiting was torture.

“Please…” The whimper that fell from your lips was so pathetic. But it caused a shift in Jeno’s uncertainty. In a mere blink, he tested your flexibility; prying your legs even more outward and as far back as you could allow. Your eyes then dragged down to his length. From the moment he slipped into you, there was a feeling of ascension…whatever words you could think of before your mind fell into a state of oblivion.

He sighed in ecstasy as you tried to maintain to get accustomed to his size. Luckily, the amount of your arousal provided a slick entry at first, but you still felt his lack of prepping. The more he tried to inch forward, the more you winced.

You tried to back away to relieve the pressure, but his hands kept your hips in place.

“Do you know how long I’ve needed this?”

“You were made for me.”

There was enough confidence left in you to agree with him.

You felt reckless for thinking this would be painless, but the trail of sweat inching down his abs and shameless lick of his lips made the stretch get easier with every breath. These hyperfixations weren’t going to last long, as you could feel the pit in your stomach grow deeper.

Your vision blurred as he bottomed out, his entire body flush against your own.

Jeno realized you were already too drunk to kiss him back but he swallowed the labored breaths that fell from your lips anyways; mouth hung open as he sucked on your tongue, enjoying the vibrations from your pitiful vocals.

At first he thrusted slow, relishing in how your walls trapped him in; rocking into you, prolonging the hilt as best as he could.

You knew there could be more.

And he proved your point. Jeno pistoned into you now, with your bed creaking as it became stressed against the two of you, though still not as loud as the skin slapping that followed. You clawed at your sheets for support as your whole body began to shake. Each connected hit made your body recoil, adding onto the pleasure of his veiny cock being somewhat of a ribbed feature made just for you.

From that start, he didn’t shy away from expressing his pleasure. It was the most unhinged sounds you’ve ever heard come out of his mouth. Occasionally a curse word would mix in with his grunts: a “fuck” or “shit” to be precise. And his eyes would constantly scan up and down your sweat slicked body, from your breasts to your blissed out face. To which you probably assumed looked a mess; contorted into whatever unsightly expressions your muscles produced. But to him, it was a sign that he was doing everything right.

Throughout all of this, you managed to tolerate your legs being pryed and bent apart for this long, and by the looks of Jeno’s gratification, this must’ve been his go to position if the girl allowed.

Not that you would protest against him.

“You’re taking me in so well. You feel that?” Jeno’s right hand trailed towards your groin, applying pressure in the process. Your body jolted upright at the added friction surging from his tip now brushing against your womb, obviously visible even under the dim lighting.

“I’m in so fucking deep.”

You then raised your hands to hook around his neck and bring his face closer to you. He obliged, lips connecting after what seemed like eons. The kiss was still just as messy, due to his hips not once faltering. But you liked it that way.

You were still just as fixated as him on the sounds of your nether regions talking to him: juices squelching and constantly flowing out onto your sheets. That combined with how his words equaled the rhythm of his hips was enough to ignite more flames under your skin.

“Keep your hand there, please.” You broke the kiss to make that request, hoping your supplication would be fulfilled.

And he did.

“Fuckkk. You’re so slick… so wet. I can feel you, getting close.”

Jeno’s tone was shaky now. Just when you thought he couldn't get any deeper, he slammed you further into the bed, one hand stiffening around your throat and the other keeping your leg as far back as you could stretch. Your hands immediately clasped around his for leverage as your airway became obstructed. He lowered his face, his lips millimeters away and denying you of any kiss you wanted. His irises were unrecognizable, pupils dilated more than you’ve ever seen before.

A devilish chuckle brewed from his chords, icy as it hit against your chin. His wickedness was all in part to how close you looked to becoming unconscious.

“Cum on my cock…cum on my fucking cock bitch.”

Each word through gritted teeth matched his thrust, growing in intensity. Seismic waves rutted through every fiber of your body. Your strained moans that managed to escape through his restriction on your breathing geared him to go deeper and harder. Jeno’s grunts turned into moans now, mouth hanging open, lockjaw from the success of his power trip and your intense orgasm.

Stars overtook your vision, ringing blared through your ears, and warmth flooded the rest of your senses as you came undone. Jeno’s hold on your throat didn’t let up and neither did the force of his cock kicking that familiar wave into overdrive. The pressure he held against your airway made the “thump” in your pulse slowly diminish with each sea of white that flashed across your vision.

The numbness that trailed after, made his strength irresistibly addictive. It felt too good to tell him to let go.

Jeno shook his head to separate his sweaty bangs, practically dripping down his temple. Your eyes were fluttering, body going limp underneath him.

He let up without your permission. A series of gasps for air followed. An obvious feeling of disappointment washed over you as he drew back; your legs falling like heavy weights onto the mattress, and your pussy already deprived of his size as you trembled from the involuntary clenching of your walls. Regardless of your lower body being in stasis, you used what remaining strength you had left to prop yourself up by your elbows to see where he had gone. Through the haze, you saw him upright and still above you with his condom already off, his eyes still boring deep into your own.

With one final stroke, milky white shot from his tip. Multiple ropes fell onto your ribs and stomach, feeling tepid against your sweaty skin.

You could tell by the way he collapsed next to you that he wasn’t going anywhere tonight. And you were surprisingly okay with it.

Not knowing how to carry on the rest of the night with Jeno around, you decided that once you found the strength, you would clean yourself up and hang both your clothes up to dry.

*ring* *ring* *ring*

The unpleasant sound of an incoming call stirred you from your sleep. Once you turned over to grab it from your nightstand, your eyes grew in horror.

The caller id read: Renjun.

You obviously forgot to set an alarm last night. And it was currently 12pm, right on the dot for when you were supposed to meet him at the museum.

With a face palm, you answered, hoping he wasn’t furious.

“Hey! I made it here. Are you closeby?” Renjun’s cheery voice made you feel even more like shit.

“Please don’t hate me, I forgot to set an alarm. I’m actually still home but I'll be there as fast as I can!” You winced in anticipation for his response, hoping he would forgive you for being late because his best friend completely destroyed you last night.

“Oh no worries! How about we grab a bite to eat first and then go? I can snag us a table at Uju’s, they’ll probably have a wait anyways since it’s lunch time.”

You exhaled in relief.

“That sounds great. I’m on my way!”

You hung up and immediately turned to the other side of the bed so you could wake up Jeno and tell him to leave.

To your surprise, it was empty.

There didn’t seem to be a note left behind or a text message, not that you expected different. But a part of you wondered that if you didn’t have this play date with Renjun, would you have stayed in bed replaying last night? Probably.

You thought it would be easy to get up and power walk. But the events of last night left you limp and sore. So much so that Renjun might question it when you make it to the restaurant.

You rushed to brush your teeth and put on some leisure clothes, mentally thanking yourself for showering the night before.

It was one thing to limp in front of strangers but to limp in front of Renjun made you very self aware of how crippled Jeno made you. Surely this would wear off later today.

“There you are!” Renjun exclaimed while standing up from the table to greet you, pulling you in for a hug to your surprise. You tried your best to wobble over and return the embrace.

“Here I am!” You exclaimed as you took your seat at the small round table.

Luckily, you were only 15-minutes late and by the looks of it, Renjun only had enough time to order drinks.

You had never been to this restaurant before either, too many to count. But it had a nice contemporary and casual feel, perfect for a sunny noon in Seocho-gu.

“Are you doing okay? Just noticed you limping a bit?” He asked while taking a sip from his tall glass of water.

Of course, your cheeks grew hot at his question but you managed to cool them off with a sip of the cold water before answering.

“Yeah I’m fine! I slipped last night walking home from the station. The rain was no joke.”

It wasn’t a complete lie. You didn’t fall but you were sure that he could relate to how strong the rainstorm was after the employee appreciation dinner last night.

“Yeah no kidding. The wind actually tore my umbrella but it was about time I got a new one.”

“So how did you find out about this new museum?” You asked while looking over the menu.

“I saw it on Instagram just scrolling through my ‘for you’ page. I asked Jeno if he wanted to go but he said no.”

“Does he do that a lot?”

I guess if you wanted to learn more about the guy you fucked, it would best be learned from his childhood friend. Not like Jeno would be personable with you.

“Back then, no. But ever since we left our parents to move in together, yes. I guess he just has no interest anymore. Would much rather go on dates or watch scary movies.”

“That’s unfortunate.” You trailed off with a sigh.

“Well if you ever find any more events and places to see, i’d be down to join.”

“Of course!” He beamed a smile while bowing in his seat.

A server soon came up and took your orders. Earlier, the two of you observed how big their portions were, even for lunch time. So you both thought it was best just to share since that would be plenty along with the side dishes.

To pass the time, you tried thinking of multiple ways of delving into Jeno’s background. But each time you wanted to spit out the question, you retreated. Renjun would be intelligent enough to realize that you were asking way too many things about a guy you seemingly despised. He’d seen enough of how Jeno treated you, and talked shit about you.

The best you could do without sounding contradictory was ask,

“So is Jeno the main person you’ve stayed in contact with since elementary school?”

You weren’t sure if the answer would yield much satisfaction.

“Yeah pretty much. Believe it or not, I don’t think he could live without me. He would never admit it though.” Renjun smirked to himself.

“Why’s that?”

“Well, I probably shouldn’t say too much. Not that I don’t trust you but…Actually never mind.”

He shook his head, his bangs waving back and forth just as strong as his hands.

“You can tell me. I try to stay away from him as much as possible, you know that.”

You hoped your last bit sounded convincing because the way Jeno fucked you last night had you second guessing your clarity.

You were sure that he was probably going about the day like normal, adding you to his ongoing list of girls he snatched. But that had to be it for him, and he was okay with it.

On the other hand, you felt stripped of your decorum. But deep down, you wanted to test just how much more mean he could get: your very own sick and twisted journey to resilience.

You thought that Renjun was still ignoring you, based on the lack of eye contact and incessant lip chewing.

“Okay, don’t tell him I told y-”

“I won’t!”

“Well the reason I said that is because Jeno doesn’t really have a home to go back to.”

Your eyebrows raised in piqued interest, already trying to guess what he could possibly mean.

“As you heard at the employee dinner, Jeno is trying to get into modeling. But it seems I’ve been the only one in his life that’s believed in him. His parents started questioning him towards the end of high school on why he wasn’t applying for colleges considering his test scores were pretty good. But once he told them he wanted to model, his dad went ballistic. To this day I still don’t know what all he said, but based on the fact Jeno’s dad has always been pretty hardcore authoritarian, and his mom just gives into whatever his dad says, it seems Jeno doesn’t ever want to see them again. He hasn’t for 4 years.”

This probably explained his unbridled rage and contempt for pretty much everyone.

“Daddy issues. Lovely.”

Was all you could produce from his spiel.

“Shhhh! Don’t let him hear you say that or it’s game over.”

Renjun seemed quite perturbed by your insult, as if “big and bad” Jeno could possibly be here right now.

“Is he really your friend if you fear him that much? It’s complete bullshit!”

“What’s your sudden peak of interest in him anyways? Is there something I should know?”

Your burst of energy from all of these revelations were shut down.

And the server arriving with your food came just in time.

#nct dream fanfic #nct dream fanfiction #jeno x reader #jeno x you #jeno smut #nct dream x reader #feedback is appreciated <3

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sunjaesol · 2 years ago

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#6 for the kisses prompt makes me think of engagement juke 😭

6. Wild, breathless kisses brought on by a heartfelt gift (princess x guard au)

*~*~* Solaria, 1845 *~*~*

Princess Julianna Molina of Solaria has never left the island. She spent most of her time inside the gates of the castle though rarely found herself promenading in the city to visit lords, ladies, ambassadors, or the orphanage. But beyond were strange waters and unknown worlds.

Her father said the sea creatures and pirates didn't like princesses, but still: at night, she wondered what else was out there.

Her lady-in-waiting, Kayla, came from the mainland Los Dédalo. She rarely spoke of her time there. All she knew of Kayla was the tragic history of her deceased father, the Marquess Caro, which led her to live with the court of Molina.

"It's colder," she once uttered, untangling Julianna's curls, "and the woods extend for miles and miles. They use brown brick instead of pale stucco for their houses." A gentle, foreign smile lifted on her thin lips. "And there's a lot of dancing."

A week after Kayla's quiet words, her father beckoned her to his study for news. A new batch of guards would commence on their grounds, of which one would become her personal guard.

Julianna frowned. "I have my chaperones and Lady-In-Waiting. I don't need more protection, father."

King Raymond shook his head. "You are seventeen years of age. Soon, you'll start attending balls and getting called on by nobility. I won't have your reputation be ruined because I was lenient with your protection."

The words made him perk up. "Attending balls? On the mainland?"

"Yes." She gasped. "But do not get your hopes up. The mainland has nothing on Solaria, the monarchy you'll rule over one day." A rueful smile twisted on his mouth. "Though I'm sorry your mother isn't here to guide you."

Julie placed her hand on her necklace, on heirloom from her mother, and tilted her head to the ceiling. "She's here, though. Don't worry."

Ray placed a kiss on her forehead and told her to go. Her large purple skirt ruffled around her as she went.

Twelve guards descended onto the island by ship the next day. Guard Lukas Patterson was assigned to her. He had a strong built, a kind smile, and no issue speaking to her whenever she allowed it. At first, it unnerved her to find a guard standing outside her quarters at all times, but soon he became part of the routine. Wake up, get washed and dressed, and greeted Lukas as she went to break her fast.

She was walking around the garden with her Lady-In-Waiting Kayla and Viscountess Flynn, when she peeked over her shoulder at Lukas shadowing them a couple feet back. Before she realised what she was doing, a question sprung from her tongue.

"May I ask how old you are, Guard?"

His brows raised in surprise. From her periphery, she felt the confusion of her friends. "Eighteen, Princess," he replied.

"Isn't that young to be a guard?"

"We start training at thirteen."

A curious smile lifted on her lips. Thirteen? At thirteen, she was learning Latin, Italian and Greek, was called a genius on the pianoforte by her governess, and had her hair trimmed for the first time in her life. She couldn't imagine a life so different from hers.

The conversation should end there, but instead she continued, her interest piqued. "Is it hard? Training?" She nodded at the sword in its sheath draped around his hips.

"Julie," Flynn whispered, gently reaching for her elbow. "Perhaps we should walk another lap."

The words had a sheen of warning. It wasn't a request. Flynn was perhaps the only woman of nobility that didn't oblige to every of Julianna's whims. The princess nodded and turned away from the guard.

Her curiosity was often chastised as a child. Princesses didn't need to know things that didn't concern them. Professors taught her politics, history and geography, but the moment she begged for personal anecdotes or an odd detail, the books slammed shut. At least she had her pianoforte. Then, she could escape into her own imagination and create the most beautiful compositions.

Later that evening, she sat alone in the grande library, curled into a velvet couch while reading with candlelight. But she couldn't focus. Outside the mahogany doors, Lukas stood still, alert and waiting for her to make a move.

Would it be improper to invite him inside? Nothing would happen. Julie just wanted to talk, listen to his years of training.

And so, she did.

Tiptoeing to the door, she craned her neck around the corner and caught Lukas' eye. He straightened up. "Is everything okay, Princess?"

"Yes," she said. A hesitant pause. She never broke the rules. "Would you... like to come inside, Guard Lukas? I still want to hear the story about your training."

His expression fell into an incredulous gawk, not at all like the cool gaze he usually sported. She withheld a giggle. Her guard was sort of cute. "Uh... I- I'm not sure if-"

"You won't get in trouble," she rushed. "I asked you, didn't I?"

Slowly, he nodded, lightly bowed his head, and entered the library. He sat down in the chair opposite of her, a little awkward, though seemingly in awe by the grandeur of the space and the buttery texture of the furniture. Her long hair was down and she wasn't wearing her gloves, but somehow, she didn't feel exposed.

"So, tell me about your training."

And so it began. Luke wasn't just her guard, but a confidante. He told her about his life before the Molina court. That he used to live in the uppermost province of Los Dédalo and joined the military to take care of his parents. That he made his best friends there, Reginald and Alexander, but that he called them Reggie and Alex, and they called him Luke.

Luke. It wasn't at all like the names people chose in Solaria. But she liked it. Short and sweet and it rolled off her tongue in a pleasant manner.

Meanwhile, balls had commenced across the islands and mainland. Julianna wore dresses dripping in gold and gemstones, her hair braided with pearls, silk gloves and glass, sunkissed skin. She was the vision of perfection; a wonderful dance partner, too.

Except much to her disappointment, she didn't match with any suitor. They called on her the days after a ball, of course, but none have her an easy feeling. There was no comfortable rapport.

All the while, Luke stood in the corners, the shadows, watching her.

One evening, Julie paced along the glass-stained windows of the sunroom in agitation, venting about the lack of ardent men on the dance floor. Luke listened while leaning against the wall, slight amusement on his face.

"I'll be frank: do you even like these balls?"

"I like the dancing," she conceded. "But nothing else. Not that my opinion matters." Julie sighed and plopped down in a rattan chair. "I know these are... quite luxurious problems, but it's still my life. And I want a love match, as silly as that might sound."

With a frown, he moved towards her. "It's not silly, Princess. I dream of a match like that, too."

That surprised her. If she was honest, she didn't think guards had dreams. Their lives were pre-determined, just like hers, unless they wanted to flee and be marked as a treasonous fool. "Really?"

The guard nodded, his eyes flitting from her to the lush gardens behind the glass. She wished to step closer, place her hand on his arm and ask what that fond look meant, but it was a risk too great to take. It was daylight still. A passing servant wouldn't be pleased seeing their easy relationship, and would no doubt gossip.

Pressing her hand in her side, she mustered a comment. "Do you want me to set you up with one of the kitchen maids?" she giggled. "Chef Gisela is a catch!"

Luke rolled his eyes. "No thank you, Princess."

"Please," she found herself saying, "call me Julie."

He paused. "J- are you sure?"

No, she wasn't sure. Her proposal screamed impropriety. Them talking in the sunroom like this, with him unguarded and smiling, shouldn't even happen in this realm of existence. But Julie never backtracked. With a raised chin, she uttered: "Yes"

Luke's green eyes shimmered in the golden light at her conviction. "Okay. Then Julie, please don't set me up with Chef Gisela." A smirk danced on his handsome face. "I don't really have a thing for redheads."

That night, she dreamt of Luke. Of that smile he sent her, of his eyes and kind voice, of his bold statement. What did it mean? She hadn't really thought about what she had a thing for. A man that connected with her on a soul-deep level, sure, but what else? Did she imagine a blonde or brunette by her side? Pale or dark skin? One with a culture similar to her own, or wildly different? She was woefully unprepared.

Tossing and turning, she came to the huffed conclusion that she had to speak to Luke further about 'having a thing'.

"You're not seriously asking me this!" he squeaked the next day. His hair was unkept, brown strands standing in all directions and curling at the nape of his neck. Something she should chastise, but it looked rather nice on him.

"I am," she stiffly replied. They were in the garden, away from the preening eyes of the court, and she busied herself picking flowers and placing them in a basket, in fear he'd see her plum blush and shy eyes if she faced him. "You don't have to indulge me, but I'd be grateful if you did."

He puffed. "It doesn't sound like I have a choice."

"You do." Julie straightened up and dared to lock eyes. Her hands folded together in front of her floral dress. "I'm asking this as a friend, Luke, not as a princess."

The guard sighed, looked over his shoulder to check they were indeed not being eavesdropped on, and uttered: "Okay... at these balls you attend, what catches your eye?"

"About people's countenance?"

"Sure."

"Well..." A zinnia twirled between her fingers, a pensive expression dancing on her face. "I like men that are taller than me."

"That's not hard," he jested. She stuck her tongue out.

She continued: "And... I like when they appear strong. And I suppose that I like darker features, like dark hair." As tangled as her thoughts were last night, as clear as day they were now. "Blonde looks so lifeless to me, for some reason."

Luke smirked. "Wasn't that Viscount Nick Dawson you spoke about a blonde?"

"Maybe."

"But there you go!" With a bounce in his step, he closed the distance between them and plucked the flower from her grip. Surprised, she looked up at his looming figure, her breath catching in her throat when he gently tucked the flower in her updo. "Now you know what you like. What your 'thing' is."

Her head tilted. "What's your thing? If it's not redheads?"

He smiled. She wondered if someone ever told him he had a perfect smile; the perfect ratio of lips and teeth and scrunch of the eyes. But then he dismissed her with a slight bow. "What I like is not important."

"It is! You said you wished for a love match!"

He took a step back. "We both know I'll be protecting Solaria until my retirement, whether as your guard, or at sea."

Right. His position as her guard wouldn't be forever. After she married, or went on her honeymoon, or the military needed reinforcements, or after her inauguration as queen — somewhere in that timeline, he would be gone. And no one would speak of him, as though a ghost, as guards weren't meant to be friends with.

Julie looked down, hoping to hide her sorrowful expression. "Right. You're right."

The following days were devoid of Luke. She didn't feel like talking to him. She never had to anticipate losing a friend before, and didn't know how to deal with it. And so, she spent her free time playing the pianoforte.

Her father noticed her mournful demeanour. "Don't fret, my Dahlia, more suitors will call on you when we host a ball."

Her fingers paused on the keys, a sharp sound piercing the quiet. A ball? The last one was a couple weeks ago, given the several engagements between nobility that had popped up left and right. Julie hadn't been there to celebrate, obviously, isolated on her island.

She frowned. "We're hosting one?"

He laughed. "Of course! And you'll be the diamond." His finger laid beneath her chin, his eyes boring into hers. "No one will compare to you."

"I don't think that matters, dad," she whispered, losing all decorum as hope sunk to her feet. "It's been months since the first ball, no one is interested. I'm not interested. I think I'll have to try again next season."

"At eighteen?" he stammered. "Your mother married me at sixteen."

"Lady Wilson married at twenty-one," she argued.

Father sighed. "Yes, and now she's across the world in a land with the coldest climate, away from her family. That is not a life I wish for you."

His voice was resolute. Don't fight, it meant. Without another word, she returned to the pianoforte, though her hands shook with frustration.

The night of the ball, Julie was a mess of nerves. The maids fluttered around her in the quarters, helping her into her purple gown and adding crystals in her hair. If her father's conviction she'd find a match at their ball, than he no doubt would chat up the mamas and papas with charming eligible sons. Didn't matter if Julie found them uninteresting. It was time for her to choose. To act like the princess she has trained for her entire life.

Kayla fanned her flushed face, concerned, to which Julie mustered a weak smile. "I'm just excited," she lied. "So excited."

The first dance had begun by the time Julie and Kayla padded down the luxe hallways to the ballroom. The double doors were closed, music and chatter and warm light bleeding through. God, she didn't want to go. She really didn't want to go.

"You can already go inside," she heard herself say.

Kayla appeared surprised. "Excuse me?"

"Enjoy yourself," she encouraged. "I just need a second to- to collect myself."

Her Lady-In-Waiting hesitated for a beat, eyeing the ballroom that lured her closer, before she sighed and nodded. "All right. If you're not inside in five minutes, I'll come and get you."

Finally, Kayla left. The servants opened the doors for her and she entered the ball. As they shut, with only servants that chatted amongst themselves, Julie had her privacy to take a breath.

"Princess."

Julie gasped. Twirling around, she found Luke standing in a dark alcove. Flitting her gaze to the servants, she ensured they paid no attention and picked up her skirt, rushing towards him.

He looked distinguished: a crisp white shirt and his gear polished for the party. Her heart skipped a beat when her eyes raked from his clothes to his imploring gaze. They hadn't spoken in weeks, but it felt like days, and yet, she had missed him.

Her conversation with Luke shot to the forefront of her mind. Her 'thing': that was what she should look for. A tall, strong man, with brown hair... and handsome features... and a sense of humour... and-

Oh. Her racing thoughts came to a standstill. Oh.

"You've asked me what my thing is," he whispered.

Julie blinked. That was why he called her? Glad the shadows hid her disappointment, she sought her voice. "I... yes."

"I just wanted to say that..." He took a deep breath. "It's girls with brown hair in pretty dresses."

Oh. "Luke..."

"I wanted to give you this." From his pocket, he revealed a strip of elegant white lace. At the ends, dried zinnias were sown on. Dainty and unassuming, but a fortune for a man like Luke. Tears welled in her eyes. Luke seemed flustered. "It's— I mean, I figured you could wear it as a bracelet, but—"

"I love it," she exhaled, "thank you. I—"

Surging up, she grabbed his cheeks and pressed a hard kiss on his mouth. He was frozen. Fear overtook her senses and she stepped back, about to exclaim okay, bye! when his hand gripped her wrist, mumbling a breathless wait and pulled her back in his chest. His lips locked back on hers. Relieved, her hands fluttered from his arms to his neck, settling there. His own touch rose up her back and stopped when his thumb grazed the skin of her shoulder blade.

Oh, no. Kayla.

Julie took a step back and found Luke chasing her, but she pushed him back into the dark. The servants would have his head if they saw.

"I need to go," she whispered in a flurry of excitement and nerves and elation. Her heart hammered in her throat. "I... I'll find you at the end of the ball."

Luke smiled. "Not if I find you first."

kiss prompts (closed!)

#i love anachronism so yeah julies dresses are 1840 to 1855 but luke has a late medieval style going on à la sean teale in rosaline (2022)#anyway #princess x guard my beloved !!#juke #julie and the phantoms #jatp fics #jatp fanfiction #i'm incorrigible

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rosiecosy · 2 days ago

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never yours୨ৎ

(vk!vernon x ak!reader) - descendants au

- part of the ways to be wicked series

vernon doesn’t look at you.

not when you step onto the docks. not when you call his name.

not even when you whisper, "you left."

but you still see the way his fingers twitch.

the way his jaw tightens.

the way, for just a second, he hesitates.

and then, without turning, he says, "should’ve known you’d come looking."

your chest burns. "because you never planned to?"

he huffs a laugh, but it’s empty. "why would i?"

your stomach twists.

because he’s right. you don’t have an answer.

not when he made his choice weeks ago.

not when he left you standing in auradon, still holding onto a future he never wanted.

—

you had trusted him.

even when everyone told you not to, even when they whispered about who his father was—dr. facilier, the man who dealt in debts and shadows, who smiled while he set people up for failure.

vernon wasn’t like him, you told yourself.

he had always seemed… different.

but maybe that’s what made him dangerous.

he had a way of making you believe in things that weren’t real.

—

the night before he left, you had found him in the library.

you should have known something was off. he never spent time there, hated how quiet it was, how artificial everything felt under auradon’s golden glow.

but that night, he was sitting alone, fingers idly shuffling his tarot cards.

you leaned against the table. "since when do you study?"

he smirked, slow and lazy, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "maybe i like books now."

"sure. and maybe i’m actually a villain."

his smirk faltered.

something heavy settled in your chest. "vernon, what’s wrong?"

he didn’t answer right away.

he just flipped a card.

the lovers.

you swallowed.

"what does it mean?" you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

his fingers lingered on the edge of the card. "nothing."

but he didn’t put it back in the deck.

and later that night, when he disappeared—

it was the only card he left behind.

—

now, standing on opposite sides of the docks, it’s like that night never happened.

his shoulders are looser, his smirk easy, but you know it’s fake.

and the worst part?

he’s acting like it’s easy to pretend.

like you didn’t spend months tangled in whispered conversations and stolen glances, like he didn’t once look at you like you were something more.

like he hadn’t cared at all.

your hands shake. "so that’s it?"

he finally looks at you then. his eyes are dark, unreadable.

you force yourself to keep going.

"you just—go back to the isle, pretend none of it mattered?"

vernon exhales, slow. measured.

"what do you want me to say?"

your throat tightens. "the truth."

he watches you for a long moment.

then he shrugs.

"fine." his voice is light, easy. "it didn’t matter."

you flinch.

because even though you knew it was coming—

it still hurts.

but the worst part isn’t what he says.

it’s that he says it so easily.

like it never meant anything to him in the first place.

like you were just another game he played.

just another deal he made.

just another fool who thought she could keep him.

you swallow back the lump in your throat. "was any of it real?"

he blinks, and for the first time—

his mask cracks.

not much. not enough for anyone else to notice.

but you do.

and maybe that’s enough.

because if he wanted to lie—if he really wanted to hurt you—he wouldn’t have hesitated at all.

but instead, he just exhales and looks away.

not an answer.

but not a denial, either.

and you know, then.

vernon was never yours to keep.

but maybe, for just a moment—

he wanted to be.

but moments don’t last.

so he steps back, slipping into the shadows, into the place he always belonged.

and this time, when he leaves—

he doesn’t look back.

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kentos-filmcamera · 3 years ago

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old flesh: winter (jean kirstein x reader)

new flesh: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

summary: summer was long gone, and so was your seventeen year old self along with your boyfriend at the time, who's really a man of his words. and Jean Kirstein would never break a promise.

warnings: modern AU, smart!reader, implication of a afab reader, she/they pronouns, mentions of diagnosed anxiety, mentions of a breakup, somewhat angst, implications of sex, heavy make out session.

wc: 4.3k

ao3 || fic playlist

A/N: so i decided to add the bonus as a whole separate thing cuz it's a bit more explicit than the main fic. also i'm a bit nostalgic to end this :( but anyways, all characters are 18+ enjoy this corny little thing one last time lol

“I listened to The Cure, listened to The Cure, listened to The Cure and then I cried”

“That’s a corny song” Jean sighed, but still watched the CD spinning around the player, hypnotized. “They don’t even play it on the radio”

“Hush! You don’t even listen to Current Joys regularly, you shouldn’t be able to judge” You said before plopping into your side of the bed as your boyfriend dragged you into his embrace. It was so warm there, his fiery cologne was comforting and you wanted to perish in his arms and remain there for eternity.

You yawned and sniffled as the radio crackled the old disk. The streets of your town were empty, but you still respected the stop signs and traffic lights. You were still too tired to speed, and the journey to get back to Paradis had been long. With a trunk full of luggage, you returned home once more for your junior Winter vacations. Deep inside your heart, you still held onto that promise, but it seemed as though Jean wasn’t in agreement with it anymore. The wedding was pushed back a year later, even, so you didn’t know the terms and conditions now.

You continued on your relationship all the way through freshman year and the summer of your sophomore year, but one day, he said he needed a break and the texts went scarce. The hints were there, he hung out with different people when you came back for summer break, and seemed more interested in other things. Jean had grown a step further, and this time without your help. And it was totally okay, people grow and change when they go off to college.

It conveniently happened around the time you were most busy, and couldn’t process it correctly, but that didn’t mean you really thought about it while packing, the tears on the way to the airport and on the plane were inevitable. You just sighed, pulling over at your house. The lights were all out, except for the one in the living room.

You jumped out of the car, instantly fetching an extra layer for the sudden drop in temperature. Cuddling into the puffer jacket you took out your suitcases, trying to juggle between them and find your keys in your bag; it was such a hassle, but only because you were currently lazy. You almost kicked open the door after it was unlocked, cursing under your breath as you tried to avoid waking your mother up. You dumped your suitcases by the door, completely ignoring the background noise of the TV and practically sprinting up the stairs, yanking open the door of your room and ripping layers off your body before sneaking under the heavy, warm duvet and falling asleep in an instant.

You woke up rubbing your feet together, wondering how the fuzzy socks got there in the first place. Seconds later, an array of overwhelming scents filled your nose; Belgian waffles, turkey bacon, hot cocoa and coffee, among others. Then you heard chatter downstairs, a soft song playing in the background. Pulling yourself out of the bed, you scratched your stomach, yawned, and headed slowly down the stairs. The jet lag and the accumulated amount of stress and sleepless nights with a shitty diet took a gigantic toll on your body and had just dumped that all on you.

“Mom!” You shouted out, dragging the O. “I’m home!” You yawned once again, slowly descending the stairs. Your cat walked at a slower speed but still seemed thrilled to see you, purring as it crossed between your open legs. “Hey, you old thing” You pulled him up and carried him down the stairs, scratching his belly while he got distracted by toying with your hair strands. Upon closer inspection, the house had been cleaned and organized, which was unlike your mom. But it reasoned with her recent comment of wanting to start remodeling soon.

Your mom didn’t answer, and all the chatter died down at the sight of you “Mom?” You asked once more, now feeling scared. You reached for the metal baseball bat at the nook under the stairs and slowly approached the kitchen, fat cat clutched to your chest with your free hand. You stepped into the kitchen, the baseball bat held upfront threateningly. A clang was heard all through the house, echoing above the background music. “…Jean?”

Your cat wriggled out of your grip as you stood there, frozen still. You hadn’t seen him in months. Haven’t even heard a peep from him even. Multiple feelings were arguing against each other to see who was going to manifest itself first, and of course, anger won. “What are you even doing here? First, you apparently threw away my motorcycle helmet two summers ago, then stop talking to me out of nowhere! What did I even do?!” You took cautious, sly steps towards him, brows furrowed. You felt as though your head was going to fly off your neck as you pointed to his chest accusingly “Can't you just be clear for once and tell me what you are feeling and straight up dump me?! I didn’t throw away my ancient pager and my old phone in case you had the nerve to text me and—“

In a swift movement, he took your hands down, moved them down, and kissed you. You tried to protest, but his lips felt so soft and warm against yours, your body shut your eyes and reciprocated as a reflex.

He broke away for a second, staring down at you with half-lidded eyes “Shut up. You’re thinking too much” He sighed before leaning in once more.

The kiss started out slow but then the pace grew to become desperate, a bit rough around the edges, even. Your arms found themselves wrapped around his neck tightly as he slid his around your waist, his hands roaming your hips and thighs, groaning into the kiss. He guided you to sit down on his lap, legs on each side of his body.

“Wait” You pushed him apart, and a sense of dejavú settled on your chest. You weren’t inside your Jeep anymore, but once again you felt hypnotized by his kisses and affections. “What are we doing?”

“What do you mean?” He leaned his head to a side, like a confused puppy. Or at least pretending to be. As he looked up at you, clearly agitated, you noticed things your anger clouded your vision away from. His hair was much longer, was that a mullet?! With layers?! Wow, he surely could pull that off… he even got some scruff down his chin and jaw.

“You! You dumped me and then ghosted me! I’m not supposed to be doing this!” You stood up quickly, and walked to the other side of the room, arms crossed in disagreement. “You broke our promise” You looked away, and backed away from the wall, ready to walk away.

Jean got up and reached out for you, his gentle but firm grip on your arm. “Who says I did?” His stare could stab holes through you, but it was so warm. So inviting. His eyes darted away, matching his open hand guiding you towards the breakfast table.

Aside from the buffet he had laid out, set over on one of the chairs, laid a dress cover bag. In your place, there was a cream envelope, similar to that you held many summers ago in a trembling hand. He looked back at you with pleading eyes. You breathed out a hot huff through your nose and walked towards the table. In your hands, the envelope felt sturdy. It was already opened but kept in pristine condition. The front only read Jean’s name, which made you quirk up a brow. But when you took out the wedding invitation, a small square slipped out.

“Will you be attending with a plus one?”

And the ‘yes’ was circled clumsily. You swallowed hard and looked back at him. “So who’s your new partner?” You cleared your throat, clearly uncomfortable.

Jean seemed baffled. The smartest person he had ever met, didn’t catch a hint at all “You are!” Your mouth dropped open and you seemed… appalled? “I-I mean… uh… god I planned this in a better way let me just” He turned around, took a deep breath in, long exhaled out. “I am so sorry I ghosted you” He started, meeting an unimpressive look from his audience “I— It’s been hectic around here. I promise I didn’t date anyone! If that’s of any consolation, uh…” He rubbed his palms together for a small second, containing the need to cover his ears as he did in situations of stress “I am a man of my word, and I woke up at 7 AM to make all of this for you to ask… would you like to be my plus one to the wedding?”

As you stared into his pleading eyes, you punish yourself for the inevitable answer “Yes”

It took only seconds before Jean’s lips were against yours. This time, it was feverish. His hands weren’t shy and seemed to itch in anticipation to discover your whole body. His hands roamed under your turtleneck before pulling it over your head, giving you goosebumps on your back and eliciting you to only come closer. Even as your bodies faced each other, it seemed as though the infinity of atoms still between you was overbearing. Between sloppy, wet kisses you had already reached the couch, and you laid on top of him, legs to either side of his body as he groped your ass under what now seemed the skimpiest biker shorts.

You lowered your shorts and left them on the floor where thry pooled around your ankles. Jean stared at your body, dumbfounded, but took the opportunity to unbutton his shirt, but you stopped him “You look too hot wearing that, keep it on '' You panted before reaching down to kiss down his neck area.

Jean melted under your sweet lips, and the warmth he felt made him feel too good. His hands were wrapped around your waist, he could feel your warmth and scent. And the plush of your ass felt so good to the touch, he felt overwhelmed. Having you by his side once more, made him want to cry.

“What’s wrong?!” You gasped, sitting up abruptly, but even though your ass was resting against his pulsating dick, his fantasy didn’t continue as he realized you were wiping the tears away from his face. “Did I do something wrong?!”

“No, no—“ Jean’s faced flushed a deep red as he cupped your face in his hands and brought you closer to his “I’m so happy you’re here”

After spending another while on the couch, you got up to reheat the gorgeous breakfast laid in front of you, now only wearing your fuzzy socks and Jean’s button-down after a long shower together. You hummed as you warmed up the pastries in the oven, the bacon in the microwave, and the waffles on the stove.

“Hey” A pair of hands rounded your hips, and instead of getting scared, you felt safer. “I got you a gift, also” He kissed your cheek, guiding you towards the dress cover bag. “The dress code is light and pastel colors. I got you a dress, is that okay?”

You hummed and nodded, crossing your arms in expectation. Jean had good taste… but for himself only. It wasn’t the same when he bought other people gifts. Usually, either you, Connie, or Sasha helped him pick out things. But this time, he shut your mouth by slapping the words out of your mouth. “Oh my god!”

Out of the insipid black bag, he pulled out what you considered to be probably the most stunning piece you had ever seen. It was an ashy light blue, almost grey, with tulle, but not enough to make it seem puffy and over the top, it fell beautifully. It had a slit but the type of fabric didn’t make it indecent, it looked more classy even. The top had a bustier detail and the fabric underneath the tulle made it seem like it was your own skin. “I— How— Wh—“ No coherent words came out of your mouth as you held the garment in your hand. Tears welled up in your eyes, and suddenly you felt like the luckiest person in the world.

After having breakfast and showering him with love, a nice feeling settled into your stomach. Something you really hadn’t felt in a while. It bounced around, light as a feather, and it grew in size as you grew happier. The first snow of the year, ice skating in the frozen solid lake, infinite brunches and nights spent snowed in, together. The feeling went still on the day of the wedding, suddenly overcome with an anxious feeling you were familiar with. You smoothed the dress down with sweaty palms before taking your coat, fitting it over the long dress. You then wrapped yourself in a light blue cape that covered a bit down your elbows, taking some gloves and a scarf. You felt for a second you were in Little Women, wearing a long dress under so many layers. You heard some chatter and recognized your mom and Jean talking happily. And then the nice feeling started twinkling over your chest and stomach again.

You took your clutch, gave yourself one last look in the mirror before descending the stairs, careful to not trip over the dress. As Jean heard the heels echo on the hardwood floor, he stopped talking, and his breathing suddenly stopped. Even under all the layers varying in shades of white and blue, you looked show-stopping. He cleared his throat and stood upright, taking slow steps to receive you at the bottom of the stairs. He looked dashing himself, wearing a long jacket on top of his suit, and a scarf over his shoulders. He took your gloved hand in his and kissed it, not losing eye contact. “You look stunning”

“You look handsome” You reiterated, fixing his hair slightly before your mom insisted on taking a few pictures, just like on prom night. You laughed it off and gladly accepted, enjoying all the compliments and trying not to be blinded by the flash. You kissed your mom goodbye and grabbed the white beret with the pompom on the top, fashionably small so it only fitted the top of your head. Jean placed on his black hat again and helped you down the steps of your home.

“No way!” You heard a gasp from the limousine parked in front of your house. You looked up, the look of confusion exchanged for one big smile.

“Sasha! Connie! Niccolo!” You exclaimed, letting go of Jean’s hand, bunching up your dress in one hand and holding the beret in the other so you could easily run towards the open door of the car, almost throwing yourself in the group hug they were offering. The nice feeling now made your eyes sting a little as the reunion took place.

“Damn” Jean sighed and trotted after you, getting inside the car and closing the door behind him.

“You fucking bastard, you did it!” Connie patted him on the back, laughing and shaking him by the shoulders. He had commented to them his plan to get you back, but they all puckered their lips and looked away in doubt. But there you were, in the flesh, nose puffed from the cold.

On the way to the wedding, the group uncorked the champagne and Connie insisted on recording videos as if you were on a rap music video. After all, it proved to be a good idea, since some editing proved to do the trick perfectly. You clink your glasses together and there you knew the day was going to be incredible. When you arrived at the ceremony, the place was instantly warm, prompting you to take off all of your layers and accessories.

Jean and Niccolo offered to take all of your coats, as you took the last layer and handed it to him, Connie whistled. “Jean, you leave them unattended and it’s free real estate” He laughed, while Jean stared at him in some sort of way, as Sasha gushed over the outfit.

You asked her why she wasn’t a bridesmaid, considering she was really close with the bride, but you came to find out that the ceremony was relatively small, with the bride and groom only having their person of honor, which was literally the same person for both since none could settle on who was having Armin, as their wedding party. You felt a bit taken aback, feeling as though you were intruding, but Jean’s hand on the small of your back said everything you needed to know.

The chapel was classic gothic, but it was decorated in frost and the dimmed lightning gave it a mysterious but romantic aura. Before sitting, you heard your name being called. Turning around dismissively, your face lit up when your eyes focused on the face belonging to the hand waving at you. “Reiner! Annie!“ Jean turned around to watch as you rushed to pull the two blondes in a tight hug.

“If someone would have told me college so far away looked so good, I would have started listening to you ramble about it” Reiner laughed, kissing your cheek as a greeting.

“If someone told me Marley looked so good, I would have kept visiting” You teased back. Truth was, you kept being good friends with Reiner and his crew, you visited them by train sometimes. But as sophomore year seeped in, the less time you had to do anything. You had last gone to Marley on the past winter.

“Hey pretty” You greeted Annie with a kiss on the cheek as well. “You look stunning”

“So do you, this theme was so flattering to everyone” She leaned in for a brief hug. Small notes of a violin started “We’ll see you at the reception, okay?” You nodded, heading to your seat.

“I don’t know what you saw in him, '' Jean grumbled. He wasn’t particularly jealous per se, it was just with Reiner, and it was just because he was deathly afraid of losing you. He truly didn’t want to ghost you, and when he woke up in the living room to the sound of you coming home, he was scared shitless. He was scared while cooking breakfast while showering and getting ready for you. For a second, he even considered shaving his mullet off in case you wouldn’t like it.

You poked him on the side and kissed his cheek. “Oh, I like buff guys”

“I’m a buff guy!” Jean replied, rather offended, crossing his arms over his chest.

You laughed, the growing volume of music overshadowing it “Exactly my point”.

The ceremony was starting, you noticed, so you turned towards the front. But even as his ex-girlfriend was walking down the aisle, Jean couldn’t take his eyes off you. Your beauty was drowning out the sounds of the outside world as a beaming light shimmered around you. For a second, he thought he was going to get on one knee, right there and there, even without a ring to his name. Some people noticed it, and those who didn’t really know him started whispering. ‘He’s doing this for attention’ or ‘I bet she’s his cousin and he brought her to not come here alone’ But a guy like Levi, sitting close by the family, shut them up with a narrow of his eyes and a scoff, before turning towards the two of you for a brief second. Just then, you turned to Jean, and his face lit up even more, and you smiled, his eyes twinkling in adoration. Levi nudged Erwin and pointed with his head to the two of you, as you placed your hand on Jean’s and squeezed it tightly.

“Imagine if either of them hadn’t taken the job” Erwin commented in a whisper.

“Imagine if Kirstein wasn’t competent enough to be hired” Levi corrected him, and Erwin sat straight up, clearing his throat, stifling a laugh successfully.

Soon, the ceremony was over. Connie, Sasha, and Niccolo linked hands with Jean, so they could drag the two of you quicker to the coatroom. You practically had to run over to the reception hall while it snowed. Jean held you tightly against him, not wanting for you to get cold or slip in anything. But still, you were laughing and smiling with the group, holding your hat to your head. As you entered the reception hall, there weren’t many people, which Connie considered a success. All of you got rid of your coats once more, before going around to check your table. The five of you sat together with three more people, that everyone but you seemed well acquainted with.

“You told me you knew how to dance the Viennese waltz, right?” Jean asked as everyone gathered in a circle around the well-lit dance floor. The light reflected the sparkles and pearls on your dress.

“Yes, my mom put me in classes in freshman year and it stuck, why?” You asked curiously, turning to him as the lights in the background dimmed down.

“No reason” But there was a cheeky smile on his face. The smile he had when knew something you didn’t, or when he was planning something.

The first dance was intricate, with a band playing the song with a live singer, and both the bride and groom were incredible dancers, matching the paces of both the slow and faster parts of the song. You recognized a few steps along the way. Jean looked down at you most of the time, holding your hand and keeping you close. You looked up at him and smiled, before turning to the dance floor. The couple on the dance floor stopped dancing for a second, and looked around at the guests, acknowledging them for the first time.

The band started a bridge before the chorus repeated “The bride and groom would like to invite the selected guests to join them over at the dance floor”

You looked up at Jean, and stared at him absolutely terrified when he started to move forward. “Trust me, buttercup, please” He pleaded, taking both of your hands as the music remained on instrumental.

“Jean, are you fucking crazy! I didn’t rehearse. Did you rehearse?!” You gasped, trying to not seem as freaked out as you were. You didn’t want to ruin the act for anyone, so you took doubtful steps forward.

“Just follow my lead, it’s just basic steps, alright?” He checked if his position was aligned with the other couples and placed his hand on your lower back before extending his hand to the side for you to place yours into. It was a circle around the couple. You looked around to the other people, so sure of themselves. It made you feel tiny, with a dry throat bobbing to hold back your breakfast.

“Hey…” Jean whispered, and moved your head to face front, and your eyes found his. So foreign, but all yours. He only looked at you with fondness, a desire to always be by your side. You had forgotten how just that one look made all your insecurities dissolve and your heart rate go back to normal. “We’re starting to the left, okay? Imagine it’s just us… in your living room”

You closed your eyes and began to imagine. The smell of Jean’s cologne hadn’t changed in the slightest, and his warm touch settled you back to your home, a cluttered living room after watching Sound of Music. You were at peace.

The drummer started to warn the dancers of the song. You took his hand with confidence, as the singer sang a bridge after the intermission. Taking his advice, you let yourself be guided by his steps. The drummer went through an extensive introduction to the final chorus. And there you started, praying to all the stars above to help you through.

After you had caught on to the pattern, you laughed softly, watching as all the other dancers were enjoying. The married couple gave the two of you a thumbs up, making you nervously laugh, but when you stared up at Jean, all he was doing was staring down at you softly.

The world is cruel, and yet I still love you

You looked back at him, a bit confused, but he just smiled. A smile that said so much, even if he didn’t actually speak. It made your heart melt and brought an impulse to reach in and kiss him.

Even if I sacrifice everything, I’ll still protect you

He leaned in, but towards your ear “I love you” His voice sent goosebumps down your spine, and knocked the wind out of you as you spun around one last time.

Even if I’m wrong, I don’t doubt myself

You looked back at him, wide-eyed, but he seemed at peace. He didn’t seem panicked by your lack of an answer, he just kept dancing. Jean wasn’t saying that to elicit a response out of you, it was just to let you know. No matter what your feelings were for him anymore, he knew deep within his heart he would still love you. The last few weeks he had spent with you, you felt nice and protected, and the physical relationship you developed was something you held on because you were frankly horny, and that nostalgic factor he brought felt perfect for a year full of despair away from home.

To be right is to firmly believe in yourself

As the song faded out, he gave you a wink and a tight hug. Your mind ran a couple miles per hour, and something new grew inside you. Something you hadn’t felt in a while. Something you hadn’t felt since that summer. You felt like you had connected with him, even as you didn’t open your lips. But when you did, you sealed the deal.

“I love you too.”

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New Story Idea!!!! What’s y’all’s opinions?

Okay, so hear me out. Think about a crossover fic between Avengers, SHIELD, X-Men (all Marvel), Teen Wolf, Maze Runner (both starring Dylan O’brien), and possibly Divergent, and/or some DC shows. It sounds crazy chaotic, doesn’t it? But just listen.

- It would be a Stiles/Thomas-centric fic, with Stiles (Teen Wolf) and Thomas (Maze Runner) being the same person.

- Teen Wolf would be very AU, seeing as I would be bending the werewolves from supernatural beings to skinchanging mutants (like Mystique from X-Men).

- Post-Winter Soldier (MCU), there would be major canon-divergence, with Hydra not trying to take over SHIELD, but instead staying hidden and heading up a new ‘scientific branch’ (going back to their origins in WWII) called WCKD (Maze Runner).

- Leap forward to after Endgame (Marvel), and the world descends into chaos, while, in addition to Thanos’ snap, a deadly virus known as the Flare (Maze Runner) breaks out across the world. Only Mutants (also known as inhumans, like in SHIELD), are immune to the virus.

- Hydra (under the name of WCKD) has now fully taken over SHIELD, and those still loyal to Coulson broke away and formed the Right Arm (Maze Runner), while WCKD proposed the idea of a cure to the world and started taking children.

- Focus back on Stiles/Thomas and the pack (of mutants/inhumans), and Peter and Jackson have disappeared (aka, joined Right Arm), Noah Stilinski reveals a long-lost brother (Coulson), and Stiles disappears at age seventeen. (I know in TMR, Thomas had been working for WCKD since he was fifteen, but, ya know, this is fanfiction.)

- We would follow Thomas (now not knowing he’s Stiles) as the Maze triggers his mutation (electrokinesis), and until he meets back up with the pack, which would have formed a team in Right Arm. (A team of mutants, like in X-Men, including Skye from SHIELD.)

Relations between fandoms would be:

Stiles as Thomas (obviously)

Noah Stilinski and Phil Coulson being brothers

The pack (of mutants, not werewolves) basically morphs with the SHIELD team to create the team from X-Men

Aris from TMR is Peter Parker

Brenda is Christina (Divergent)

(more connections to come)

Well...what do you guys think? Is it too crazy? Do you think I should try it?

#the avengers #teen wolf #the maze runner #shield #xmen #the hunger games #divergent #stiles is thomas #newt is finnick's lil brother #fanfic #crossover fanfiction #stiles stilinski #thomas maze runner #newt #jackson whittemore #gale hawthorne #peter parker #aris jones #the pack are mutants

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kyeomniscient · 1 year ago

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seventeen ao3 fic recs

other rec lists

pt. 2 (completed mid-length fics, <50k words)

pt. 3 (completed shorter fics, <10k words)

pt. 4 (incomplete fics)

so i recently got into reading svt fics and this is a compilation of a few of my favourites :) all recs here are completed (yay no cliffhangers)!

these are mostly minwon, but there are some other pairings as well and i'll be updating this as i go~

also props to anyone who writes!! both fics and in general bc writing is not easy and the creativity and flair that some of these authors have... simply unmatched

edit: i've split the original post into several shorter lists (according to fic length) so each post is a little more readable - links above, happy reading!

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all-time faves (last updated 9/5/2024)

as y'all can tell i love the longer fics bc they are j so immersive and memorable esp when the characters capture the essence and little quirks of svt so well sooo here goes

Catch the Stars (minwon, 150k words, completed)

this is often hailed as one of the top 3 minwon fics of all time and i wholeheartedly agree!! this might be my fave fic of all time - i really love the city boy x country boy trope, where the mcs form a connection in spite of their different backgrounds and life experiences hehe also random but some of the scenes reminded me of cmbyn (small town italy peachy summer vibes) lolol

Kalon (minwon, 200k words, completed)

my heart broke for wonwoo in this fic and it was absolutely worth the read :"") it's by the same author as catch the stars and her writing is just *chef's kiss* really loved how each conflict and setback was handled and built upon, and wonwoo's inner conflict due to his fear of relationships was really well-depicted and realistic, and the intimacy of them spending time together in the spectacle shop after hours was everything i could've asked for

Love Stuck (minwon, 200k words, completed)

don't usually read parent aus because i prefer stories where the mcs are closer in profile to the actual pair but this was very well-written!! loved how the author handled the struggles of single parent-child dynamics as well as the slow burn - each character was really fleshed out, the chapters didn't feel repetitive despite the fic being quite long and it was all in all a vv wholesome fic hehe

'til kingdom come (minwon, 160k words, completed)

this was a historical au and the writing was so poetic!! and exquisite!! not forgetting the tension and drama of it all, how the world-building was so intricately wrought out, the language so befitting of the period, the development of the entire war arc beyond the romance, each character so original yet still bearing hints that remain true to their persons, the chapters being well-paced, the epilogue that wrapped things up so beautifully... i can't even begin to fathom how long it took the author to come up with this gripping masterpiece askshdfjkdsf i'd give a million kudos if i could

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others (in order of descending word count)

the sun and the silver lining (minwon, 60k words, completed)

this one made my heart feel things :"") really loved this author's descriptions (the metaphors in this fic were unparalleled) and how they give nuance to the internal thoughts and feelings of the characters!! slight b99 vibes with policeofficer!wonwoo x paramedic!mingyu lolol

Like the Beginning (minwon, 55k words, completed)

this was heartbreak/comfort with a second-chance romance and slight hospital playlist vibes lol i relish in the pain of reading about wonwoo trying to go back to how things were, mingyu being torn between indulging him and wanting to keep his distance, that feeling of looking at someone you once loved only to realise that you never moved on in the first place ugh

in defense of the side character (minwon, 55k words, completed)

actor!mingyu x scriptwriter!wonwoo - super well-written and it even has art!! the scripts made it all the more realistic and i have a soft spot for fics on the entertainment industry bc the overall atmosphere is always a little different from the slice of life/school aus like there's this underlying tension of being under public scrutiny and the pressure of being public figures and i j love when the fics capture these nuances in the story hah

Ask me no questions (and I'll tell you no lies) (jicheol, 52k words, completed)

jicheol: island survival edition

Change of Ends (soonwoo, 52k, completed)

tennis!au - this might actually be my favourite soonwoo fic ever?? loved how their relationship was fleshed out over the years with the use of a non-linear narrative to sprinkle in memories from their past between their moments at present, and wonwoo was so sweet and loving here and it was such a refreshing take on his character bc he is usually the colder one. also, the level of detail for the sport was incredible and made the reading experience extra immersive so highly-recommend!!

A Mighty Stranger (minwon, 50k words, completed)

a fantasy minwon au for a change! really cool concept for a fic and there was so much effort and research that went into this bc the story spanned across different continents and time periods so i'd recommend this to those looking for smth diff

feel free to rec any fics based on what i've shared!! would really appreciate it thank you hehe

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troped-fanfic-challenge · 4 years ago

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JATP ROUND TWO FICS!

We received seventeen (17!!!!!) Fics for the Second Round of the JATP TROPED Event! These fics were fluff-filled and super fun, and we loved to see how you all challenged yourselves with the theme, tropes, and pairings!

Please try to read as many fics as you can! Take some notes, leave some kudos/comments for the authors, and help us vote on the winners!

Voting will be open until May 14th at 11:59pm EST! Vote here:

https://www.surveymonkey.com/r/BZ3W5FT

Please rank ALL the fics in each question based on the USE of each trope, the theme, the fics overall, and the two bonus polls (best setting + most unique pairing)! Your #1 spot should be the best answer and your last spot the least likely answer for the question. The Best Overall Poll will determine who will be writing in the Final Round! We ask that you please rank EVERY fic, so we can avoid technical difficulties! A reminder that you must include a Tumblr or AO3 username/URL, and you may only vote once, we will NOT count multiple votes by the same person.

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Okay, Campers, Rise and Shine! (Rated T) [Julie x Luke]

Summary: When Reggie launches a particularly ill-advised prank war at HGC Ranch, Luke's fully prepared to take it in stride.

When the days start looping, though, he begins to suspect that this might all be a little bit above his head.

In other words, he's at least 78% sure that the time loop isn't a direct result of Reggie's pranks.

Maybe 77%.

Oh, well.

At least he's not in it alone.

(The Groundhog Day meets Gravity Falls meets Summer Camp meets The Author's Own Distaste For Prank Wars AU that no one asked for. Ever. At all.)

Starting To Forget (Just What Summer Ever Meant To You) (Not Rated) [Flynn x Carrie]

Summary: Last summer didn't end on a positive note for Carrie Wilson - she and her girlfriend broke up on the last night of camp, and she's been miserable since. But it seems that the universe is intent on having her fix that this summer. Even if that means she has to live through the same day over and over and over again until she does.

Creative B.S. Was No More, Was No Less (Look Around, You're Gonna Miss What You Found) (Rated T) [Alex x Luke, Flynn x Reggie]

Summary: The midnight men move again

Don't know when

Best friends forever

In trouble again

Here's to you, here's to me

Over the rafters and we're free

--- Over the Rafters, Rick Schiffman

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Alex and Luke go undercover on a mission to a summer camp in order to find a talisman that could endanger the camp and all the kids. While there, they bond with the kids and make peace with the fact that they broke up.

While Alex and Luke are away, Flynn accidentally fucks with time.

bitch but like romantically (Rated T) [Flynn x Carrie]

Summary: The dining hall’s exactly the same as it has been for two mornings now, and Flynn doesn’t hesitate to poke Willie twice on the nose and whisper “pancake” on her way past their seat.

His eyes widen and he whips his head around to follow them, excitement glimmering in their eyes.

“Really?” they blurt. Flynn rolls her eyes and nods.

or: flynn gets stuck in a time loop. {for troped jatp round 2}

down by the bay (Rated T) [Alex x Willie]

Summary: Over time, Camp Phantom has simply become known as a selective summer camp: one that took only the kids that Caleb saw promise in. And Caleb wasn’t exactly lying. He really did take only the ones he saw promise in, he simply looked for different traits than others might.

For example, say, hypothetically, a boy who could see the future. Or, hypothetically, a girl who could interact with ghosts. Or, hypothetically, a boy who could summon objects to him with a simple thought. Or, and this is completely hypothetical mind you, a boy who could manipulate time.

Those might be some traits that Caleb saw promise in. Just, like, as examples.

Time will tell (But only if you do it right) (Rated T) [Flynn x Carrie]

Summary: Carrie had been acting a little off for a week or so, but Flynn was pretty much known for seeing something in nothing, and that was probably what they were doing then. If something was going on, Carrie would tell her eventually.

Who knew all it took was a little bit of miscommunication to mess up time itself?

and so it begins (Rated T) [Bobby x Reggie]

Summary: It’s the first day of their second week at Camp Carolling (they’re spending an entire month, and they’re getting paid to be there!) when Reggie gets a little lost in the woods. During this misadventure into the woods, he finds an egg shaped rock, an inhabited cabin that may or may not be riddled with signs, and something that might be magic. He probably doesn't get paid enough to discover magic.

or, when they were thirteen years old, four boys met at camp carolling and eventually became a band that almost became something legendary. now, all four boys are coming back as counselors, three boys in one band and one boy in his own solo act.

so begins the reunion, though it doesn't go how any of them imagine.

Porcupine Day (Rated T) [Bobby x Ray x Rose]

Summary: It’s been fifteen years since Trevor broke up with Ray and Rose and they’re... not fine, but managing. But when Trevor to adds insult to injury and buys the camp across the lake from the one they once owned together, the two camps become locked in a bitter rivalry. With neither side willing to set aside their pride and work out their issues, the universe decides to settle their fates itself.

Day After Day (After Day After Day) (Rated T) [Alex x Willie]

Summary: When Alex met Willie just after their senior year of high school, they spent a wonderful three months dating before their relationship ended in a blaze of glory. Now, four years later, they meet again as counselors at a summer camp. The only problem? Alex keeps reliving their first day together. The day that Luke had declared "Prank Day."

This is not how Alex pictured his summer going.

clocks move faster (it's all we're after) (Rated G) [Julie x Luke]

Summary: Julie likes it when her friends are happy, so when she realizes she's stuck in a time loop, she uses her knowledge to make sure everything works out for everyone... except she conveniently forgets to factor herself (and Luke) into the mix.

Touch of Magic (Not Rated) [Alex x Luke]

Summary: When everything stands in Luke and Alex’s way of getting to be with the people they love, they have to repeat the day over and over until they can get the happily ever after that they want.

The play's the thing (that goes wrong) (Rated T) [Alex x Willie]

Summary: Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day for Macbeth, but not so for Alex and the production of Hamlet that he is directing and starring in. And while he's stuck repeating the day of the performance over and over, mishaps of all kinds befall the cast.

anything, anything (for another run with you) (Rated T) [Alex x Willie]

Summary: The moment Alex steps foot in Camp Greenwood, he knows that this summer is a bad idea.

He knows it as soon as he sees tan skin, long hair, and a tie-dyed crop top at the check-in table.

Willie.

the camp counselor/exes/prank war/time loop fic of your dreams (unless you read all of the other troped round 2 fics lmao)

there’s a glorious sunrise, dappled with the flickers of light (Rated T) [Julie x Luke]

Summary: What comes next happens in slow motion. Luke’s foot catches on the last rung of the ladder. Julie watches as he stumbles a step forward, barely catching himself before falling on his face. The ladder clatters to the floor below. The trapdoor, no longer propped open by it, falls closed with a loud thunk, the lock clicking into place. They’re stuck.

“Luke!” she exclaims loudly. “Look what you did!” Julie drops to her knees in front of the trap door, desperately trying to fit her fingers between the wood and the stone to pry it open again. Of course it doesn’t work.

“What?” he snaps back. “I wouldn’t be up here in the first place if it weren’t for you trying to fuck us over.”

or: ex-best friends Luke and Julie, working as camp counselors at rivaling camps, find themselves stuck in a time loop

the daughter of apollo (Rated T) [Julie x Luke]

Summary: (the JATP x Camp Half Blood AU that nobody asked for)

maybe the world isn't ending (maybe it's been postponed) (Rated G) [Julie x Luke]

Summary: Alex runs his fingers through Willie’s hair. “I think it’s best to just leave them to their own prank war at this point. Let’s not forget that time Julie put hot sauce in the coffee pot and my mouth was on fire for an entire hour.”

“You’re exaggerating, Alex-”

“I most certainly am not,” Alex cuts Reggie off.

“Or how about the time Luke tried to put glitter in Julie’s bed,” Carrie joins in, “but got my bed instead? I can appreciate some glitter, but even I know when enough is enough.”

“Suffice it to say,” Willie finishes after they’ve passed around a dozen or so more memories of pranks from the summer, “we’re all done being your collateral damage. Whatever Julie has planned for you tomorrow, Luke, you’re on your own.”

It's the last day of camp and Julie has one more prank planned for Luke. He just doesn't know what it is.

Here We Go Again (Rated T) [Julie x Luke]

Summary: Julie blinked as she stared at the place Euterpe had disappeared. What did that even mean? What journey? Old places and lost faces? What was she talking about? But before she could dwell on the questions swirling around in her mind, the sky full of stars began to move, shifting in place and descending until they were all around her. Julie felt her feet leave the ground as she rose up and up. One star in particular was burning brighter than the others, growing bigger in front of her.

It grew and grew, until the light was blinding and Julie had to throw a hand up against the harsh light. She closed her eyes as the light surrounded her and then she was falling. Falling down, down, down.

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findroleplay · 1 year ago

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hey! Ali here :)) strictly 18+. minors will be blocked. for starters, I am strictly looking for a MxF roleplay where I could play the female role, and I usually stick to playing my Oc's. my replies are heavily based on how much information and detail I am given in your response, but on average I am semi literate - literate. I prefer plots that have alot of angst and drama, gore and NSFW is welcomed and okay, though there are limits(triggers: beastiality, pedophilia, SA, etc.) I am okay with fandom and fandomless, so OC x OC, OC x CC, and CC x CC are all welcomed. I will have a list of fandoms below, as well as movies/shows I'd be willing to create a plot around.

shows/animes

- The last of us; I prefer oc x oc, or oc x Joel miller

- Naruto; oc x oc, oc x cc, Hinata x naruto, Shikamaru x temari

- Demon Slayer: oc x oc, oc x cc, mitsuri x obanai, shinobu x giyuu.

- Tokyo ghoul: I would love to do an oc x oc for Tokyo ghoul!

- K-pop

BTS, ateez, ikon, txt, seventeen, got7, shinee, monsta x, stray kids, nct dpr live, dpr Ian, sik-k, Dean. with kpop we can either do oc x idol, or idol x idol.

- kdramas

descendants of the sun, the K2, weightlifting fairy, strong woman do bong soon, romance is a bonus book, just between lovers, cheese in the trap, he is psychometric.

Movies;

pitch perfect

Narnia

Hunger games

Twilight saga

The breakfast club

10 things I hate about you

The edge of seventeen (best friends brother AU)

To all the boys I've loved before

the craft

Dazed and confused

Jurassic world

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lilyfor · 3 years ago

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[APH Fanfiction]White night 01

This is a fanfiction originally written in Chinese, the translation is based on Google Translator and myself, there may be Chinese expressions or grammatical errors. About the title: White night in Chinese refers to a night that does not turn dark because the sunset is too late.

Watch the Chinese version on AO3：https://archiveofourown.org/works/34966789/chapters/87082549

Ivan x Alfred in AU

Cp.0

If you have time come and see me and how the snow ages, as my eyes melt

Cp.1

Stories are nothing but mirage in the sky. Unbelievably the Chinese slowly said, "Braginsky? Really, you're looking for Braginsky?" The Chinese spread hands and spoke with a strong West Coast accent: "He's not here, in fact, he is my elder brother." "But your surname is Wong..." Wong Yao scoffed at his ignorance: "Please, we don't share a dad." Alfred was speechless, but the Chinese came up to pat him shoulder: "Freddy." Wong Yao said, "tell me about your meeting with Vanya. Tell me all." They were truly brothers. Except for Ivan, no one would call him Freddie since he was born. It was a long-lost intimacy. Wong took out an old cardboard box full of photos, and he held up one of them and said, "Perhaps, this is the person you're looking for, isn't it?" It was the youthful Ivan Braginsky. He's about seventeen, still relatively thin, but already so tall, with overly long forehead hair, plastic black-rimmed glasses, Ivan looks like the most annoying geek around campus. No one would ever want to sleep with him . Ivan smiles shyly at the camera, Alfred can't believe how he has become what he is today. Strong, tall and sexy, but unfortunately a real pauper, otherwise someone would really call him sugar daddy. The Chinese shook the photo in his hand: "In Ontario, Ivan will ask me to row on Saturdays, together. How far away, I'm still at River Valley High School, and he hasn't finished college yet." He leaned forward as he spoke, approaching Alfred: "Hey, have you seen enough?" Alfred didn't have time to hide, the Chinese mean to not retreat, he kissed him. The kiss happened too fast, the Chinese shook the photo in their hands, as if to block something, but they kissed under Ivan's gaze. Alfred didn't know how to explain it when they parted. Wong squatted down and smiled, and touched the tip of Alfred's nose with a finger. "You miss him, don't you." "It's not funny." Wong lowered his head to put away more photos, those belonged to the past Ivan Braginsky, and he started to ignite the photo paper with a lighter. "It's hard for you to forget him, I think." Wong said slowly. In the East, another definition of unforgettable is love, but he did not go on.

Alfred thought that he must not come here with all his strength to see Braginsky. But that didn't stop Alfred from staring at Braginsky as he walked past the bars. The only prison at the end of the land is the leniency that Alfred won for himself. The number of prisoners is very small, so life in the North prison is relatively easy. There are barren land and sky... Also, there is this strange prison guard. Braginsky is not like other prison officers. His English is not very good, so he is very reticent, and when driving prisoners, it is difficult to change his Russian accent. Behind his back, many people spread Braginsky as a joke. The guards said Braginsky was an outcast from the Aleutians, where his mother gave birth prematurely and left him. Anchorage's welfare agency rescued him, and Ivan belongs to a generation of children whose childhood has been stolen. He was about thirty-five or six years old, a typical descendant of Russian immigrants, with the face as a handsome east Slavic man, and the eyes of melancholy and ice. Thankfully, in the far north where even birds don't poop, Braginsky is the only sight to behold. Braginsky, who is out of tune with others, has his own unique set of habits even in the night watch. If he needed to rest, he would sit against the wall at will, and then pull out his harmonica from his arms. Alfred had never heard such a sad music sound, so he couldn't help but stretched out his hand from the iron fence. "Hey, Russian," he called. "What's this?" Braginsky stopped, his blond hair lit by the window, and whispered, "It's a harmonica." "I know, I mean this music..." Braginsky finally stood up, "Do you like it?" he asked, "It's a folk song from my mother's hometown."

He spoke with a lazy snap of his tongue, as if didn't care about it all. Alfred watched him approaching, the Russian tall physique reminiscent of a wolf, almost a head taller than Alfred. "I've never heard of it, it's very good."

The prison guard sat down in front of him: "Thank you," he tilted his head and saw the number on the wall, "but don't be louder to wake up your roommate, number 73." "My name is Alfred." The guard whispered his name: "Freddy. Hello, Freddy." Alfred got closer to the iron fence, and soon his left hand stretched out, "Can I have a look? Mr. Ivan. "He read out the name on the guard's badge slowly, the room was heated enough, the guard's shirt was stuck to his chest, and Alfred could see the outline of his chest muscles and looked at it for a while. Ivan, whose harmonica was small, hung by a necklace around his chest, leaned forward to get it out of his uniform shirt. Ivan handed over the metal harmonica and whispered, "Don't wake up your roommate." He said and stroked the body of the piano, how small it was, like a poor girl, lying quietly on Ivan's fingers. It’s could be afraid that anyone will look petite in front of such a tall Slav. With there still the warmth of the man's lips, Alfred's fingers went up along Ivan's metal necklace until they touched the warm chest, which made the touch turning into a sweet kiss. His hand stopped there, but was not pushed away. Alfred looked up into Ivan's eyes and saw that the Russian was looking back at him too. There were no women in the prison, and he knew very well how these prison guards vented and entertained, not to mention a beautiful man who delivered at the door. Ivan looked closely at Alfred's face. It was so close that it was almost enough to do a close-up dance, and he could even smell the scent of his shaving water. Ivan lowered his head, let his eyes look through the fence to Alfred, finally shook his head and said, "No..." "No, Freddie... give me back the harmonica." Alfred's fingers dropped, leave the man's warm chest. Ivan turned and walked forward, disappearing into the dark corridor, but Alfred heard him whisper. "Good night, Freddie."

Alfred was not as lucky as he thought, but unluckier than he could have imagined. A few weeks later, he got his first lesson. It was a snowy morning, the sun particularly dazzling. He was dragged up from his sleep. Several guards handcuffed Alfred on the iron table in the interrogation room, forcing him to look up at the small transom. Without even having to take off Alfred's clothes, the humiliation ensues. Beyond the transom was McKinley's canyon mountains. Alfred felt dizzy and the snow line being a surf to his eyes. One by one, two of them flinched because of the star tattoo on Alfred's shoulder, they understood what it meant but the others didn't care. "Hey," he said with a dry throat, "you're not as good as the Japanese." Someone was provoked, slapped him, and berated Alfred for shutting up. This aggressive approach failed to clear the siege. Until all guards were satisfied, as a few hours later Alfred lay dying on the table, the last newcomer untied his belt to face his swollen lips. Alfred's jaw was dislocated, the floor was littered with knotted condoms full of cum, his blond hair wet and messy against his cheek, as if Cleopatra had been stripped of a blanket and laid out among the gold, naked, hesitant, and frustrated. But no matter what, it will all end.

Alfred thought that his greatest benefit must be being optimistic enough until the door to the interrogation room was kicked open and the Russian walked in. "Get out," he said slowly, first looking at the new prison guard who showed his lower body, and then at the embarrassed Alfred, the newcomer quickly left with a pale face, and Ivan ordered: "Close the door." The iron door was slammed shut. Alfred looked down at the man and sneered: "You want to join too? It's a pity you're late." Ivan walked up to him and squatted down. Now their eyes are at the same level, the Russian unlocked Alfred's handcuffs are removed. Alfred was stunned, he didn't expect this person to come to release him. Ivan called his name: "Freddy," he said half-hesitantly. "Don't move, Freddy." Alfred jumped off the table and limped to the door, but was caught by the Russian. Grab his wrist. God, he was stronger than tongs, Alfred didn't even think about it, turned back, and spat at him. "Huh," he couldn't help gasping, "So you really know how to fuck a man." Ivan whispered, "Don't move, there are monitors in the interrogation room." "So what?" Ivan pushed him back to the iron table: "So, someone will know, I can't leave directly." Alfred sat down on the table again, laughing very much at Ivan's reason. He lifted his leg, the shackles still hanging loosely around his ankles, which had been locked for violence, and Alfred slowly took off his socks, a new red mark was seen on his skin. He just wanted to leave quickly and live until tomorrow, so Alfred whispered to the Russians: "Come on." Ivan had already started to take off his shirt. Compared with the previous insults, Ivan's actions could be called gentle. The shirt was not completely taken off, and Alfred's hands were back, caught by the rolled shirt. Now he was unsteady and slipped down, all the way to the Russian's lap. The black uniform pressed against his hot body, and Alfred easily felt the guard's erection. The hard guy had his trousers tucked between his legs, and Ivan stroked his perineum like a woman. Although his fingers can be called gentle, the force is a little too exciting. "As a rape, your movements are a bit slow." Ivan stopped, a few strands of platinum-blond hair fell in front of his eyelashes, he took a breath, and the hair flew up, so he said with a half-smile: "Freddy, it turns out that you like rough things." Alfred refused to show weakness: "You can actually say one-liners." Ivan asked: "Do you want to hear this?" Alfred said angrily: "I'm not your damn bitch—damn!" Ivan's fingers were digging into the slippery slits as he cursed. The man ordered at the same time: "Lick him up." Alfred felt that he was crazy: "It's 'it', not 'him' - there are still condoms left over there!" Reid pushed slowly to the floor, the restraints of the shackles kept him moving slowly and awkwardly, Ivan untied the belt, the red guy jumped out. The Russian was pale, and he spoke again with that Russian accent English command: "lick." Alfred realized he had no choice. He closed eyes when opened his mouth, but his lips were swollen with effort and numbness. Ivan's body odor was very light, and the thick and vigorous thing was in his mouth. There was only a male fishy smell, compared to his tragic past, it wasn't even that bad.

Alfred curled his tongue carefully. With cheeks sore, he could barely feel it, too big and even pleasing it was too embarrassing to deal with. Ivan caresses the back of his head like a domestic dog. Alfred heard him whisper, his voice muffled, his throat poked open and closed, and the man stroked Alfred's messy hair approvingly. "Tighter, little girl." He is about to become the Russian wife in the far north, satisfying her husband for free. Alfred swallowed in self-denial, no longer making senseless resistance. Alfred remembered his former client. Maybe the damned Russians are all the same, there's no lawyer in New Jersey who's smarter and more shameless than Alfred, he'll make fake charts pretty good, but the law thief 's partner only uses dicks and handsome faces credit to Alfred, son of a bitch. That's the male bear who would drive over to fuck him any middle of the night, Alfred groaned on his desk, and the bills fell on the floor. Alfred finally asked for a star that fell on his shoulders, and now he has become the OEM partner of the Ivankov Gang, which to a certain extent has also deterred some of the cowards in the Northern prison. But apparently Ivan Braginsky isn't afraid of that. He squeezed Alfred's buttocks hard, then pushed Alfred to the window, his ribs against the iron chair, he was extremely uncomfortable, and complained: "Hey, these hurts." Without speaking, Ivan pulled Alfred's hands back. This is a man who is reluctant to wear a condom. Alfred's semi-moist saliva is all over his penis. It's terribly hot. The soreness that was split by this thing was inserted from the beginning to the end. Alfred gasped repeatedly, unable to stop himself, neither in pain or euphoria. Ivan's hands were huge, grabbing both of his wrists together, as if pulling on the reins. When he fucked him, Alfred lost his fulcrum, was tugged by the Russian, and his chest was red. Too bloated. If there is a lecherous soul inside him who can't be separated, it was almost stabbed to death at this moment, and died quite happily. Alfred couldn't help but bow his back, his butt was numb, he had to mumble a lot of swear words and complain: "Is this really necessary? You just want the monitor to be watched - Fuck!" Ivan grabbed his wrist, pressed him into his chest, because he was stabbed deeper. Alfred's eyes turned white, and he felt his nipples being roughly pinched. He couldn't help but look down at how Ivan's fingers stroked and pinched his nipples. That's not really a shameful picture, it seems to be accused of rape - anyway, it has already been accused. The man's gun-carrying fingers became calloused, caressed his red nipples impatiently for a moment, and then scribbled away. Ivan pushed Alfred, put his hands on the wall, and pushed him forward against the wall. Alfred felt the shadow cast by the Russian pressing down on him, a posture that could be better described as copulation, he could smell the fishy smell, and his sight just enough to reach the transom.

Two gray wolves came up on the snowfield, playing with a black iron bucket left by the shepherd. Ivan bit Alfred's neck, which made him realize that he was no different from the she-wolf on the snowfield. Alfred wanted to vomit, but was shot wet between his legs, and Ivan gasped, his moans sounding like a wolf, and whispered to Alfred, "Freddy, you're orgasm. ." Alfred's eyes darkened during the orgasm, and he lowered his head and retched. He woke up with the sound of ticking water all around him, here was the bathroom, and someone asked, "Are you awake?" Ivan, still in the same uniform they had had sex with, sat across from Alfred with his trousers half rolled up: " You just passed out. take a rest." Alfred cried out in disbelief: "What!" Ivan shrugged, slowly took out a water gun, he bit the cigarette in his mouth, and turned the small valve. The water is cool, but not cold enough. Ivan said, "That's it, I told them you passed out—no one wants to cause trouble." He turned the water cannon over Alfred's bare feet and said, "No one else, take a break, Freddie. " Alfred stood up, noticing the shackles had been taken off, he approached Ivan in the water, looked down at the Russian and said, "Don't be like this." "Don't be like this, I'm not your girl." He kicked the puddle, the prison guard's shirt was splashed, some water droplets falling on Ivan's face and hair.

Ivan looked a little stunned. “What’s wrong?" Alfred asked. The man quickly came back to his senses, as if it were just a small hallucination, and the water gun came again drenching Alfred. Alfred fell because of this attack, but quickly got up again. He was very difficult to defeat so mocked Ivan and said, "Huh, I mentioned the pain point. Son of a bitch, you—" The water gun sprayed mercilessly again, and Ivan calmly ordered: "Sit down. “Alfred could only obey, and Ivan threw a towel. Strange guy, Alfred peeked at him thought. Ivan watched Alfred take off his clothes and dry himself attentively, which was fucking funny as his didn't feel something. Alfred thought viciously. He imagined endlessly, but too tired to do anything. Ivan suddenly leaned over to touch Alfred's lips and said to him, "You won't see me again. “He took his hand away and explained, "I'm going to the Echo Corridor."

The Echo Corridor is for prisoners with mental disorders. Guards who enter the workforce will stay there for a month. Alfred threw the wet towel at Ivan: "Did you think you saved me?" "Did you save me?" he asked. "Maybe other people are more violent, but you fucked me too."

Ivan shrugged, obviously not understanding Alfred. Until the other he said angrily: "Okay, I see. This is a tense you don't understand, big tongue you Russians."

TBC

#aph russia #aph america #ivan braginsky #alfred f jones #rusame #russiamerica #hetalia

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